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Waiting in the Wings: Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader
Tags: nsfw, ModernAU, friends to lovers, oral (specifically face sitting), penetrative sex, creampie, and dirty talk
You felt humiliated.
Your stupid date just had to ditch you right before your night out. You had gotten all dressed up and put your makeup on; you even did your hair a particular way, only for him to say he couldn’t make it an hour before the outing.
This was so stupid.
You kept repeating that to yourself over and over as you scrubbed off your makeup, tied your hair back, and changed out of that lovely dress you were wearing.
This was frustrating; you didn’t even like the guy that much, yet he thought he could stand you up? You knew you could do much better and still decided to accept his date proposal anyway.
As you settled into your pajamas and were looking for takeout to supplement the nice dinner you were supposed to have, your phone rang. Your eyes focused on the name at the top.
Ace
Ace was your best friend. He always had been, and, honestly, you really wished you were going out with him instead.
But you didn’t want to mess up your relationship, so you’ve been trying to find someone else.
It felt weird going to him about relationship stuff, but you were trying to push past that feeling; you had to start treating him like a friend, not a potential partner. So, you decided to vent to him like a friend would. You quickly wiped away the tears you didn’t realize had started to form.
You answered the phone with the camera tilted towards your bed frame and the wall above it. You could see his video feed, though; he was lying in bed too, only the upper half of his face showing, his eyes wide with excitement.
“You’ll never guess what I found at-” He stopped himself before asking, “Hey, what are you doing in bed? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for that date?”
“Not anymore,” You sighed, “The guy canceled on me.”
Ace blinked a few times before angling the camera downwards so it showed his whole face, his face screwed up in a confused expression, “What? Did he say why?”
You shook your head, “He just suddenly said something came up. Didn’t even bother saying he wanted to reschedule for another date or anything-“
Ace clicked his tongue, “That’s rude-“
You hummed and nodded slowly, agreeing with him.
And you made the mistake of sniffling.
Ace sat up at the sound, furrowing his brow, “Are you crying?”
Despite your embarrassment, you angled the camera down so he could see your puffy red eyes and wet cheeks, “Just a little..”
Silence hung in the air for a moment.
“Hey, tell you what,” Ace said after a while, “Let’s hang out tonight, okay? You, me, and some pizza. Sound cool?”
You nodded and spoke up, your voice wavering, “Thanks, Ace. You always know just what to say.”
He laughed a bit, “Hey, what are buds for, right?”
Your heart broke at those words.
Buds. Friends. Pals.
He always used those words to describe you guys.
It was clear he would never feel anything more for you.
The thought made you feel conflicted; Sure, you had him as a great friend- Look at what he was doing now, buying you dinner and giving you a shoulder to cry on, but you wanted more than this, and the fact that you knew it would never be more only made you more upset.
But you wouldn’t think about that now; you decided that, for the moment, you should just be grateful that he’s in your life at all.
“I’ll be over with the pizza in half an hour, okay?”
“Okay.”
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Ace eventually knocks at your door, and you answer, dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants. Your eyes are still a bit swollen, but fortunately, your tears are no longer flowing.
Ace smiles a bit, “Hey, sorry about your date. Buttttt…”
He presents the pizza with a flourish, “Ta-da.”
You laugh a bit at his gift and showy display.
“Thanks, just put it on the table.”
Ace takes the familiar route to your living room and places the pizza on the coffee table in front of the couch. He plops on the sofa and leans back, placing his hat on the table.
“So, how you holding up?” Ace asks, looking up at you as you sit on the other end of the couch, leaving space between you both.
“I’m alright,” You sigh, leaning back into the couch cushions.
He raises an eyebrow, some silence occupying the room before he speaks, “It’s okay to not be okay, you know…”
Your lips form a thin line as you think his words over. He was right; if there was anyone you could talk about this with, it was him. Tentatively, you begin to speak.
“I know, it’s just…” you sigh again, “You know this isn’t the first time someone I was supposed to meet canceled on me…”
He nods, his words apologetic, “Yeah, I know…”
“And it’s not even like I really liked him that much or anything, so I’m not really crying over him.” You start, annoyance and frustration in your voice.
Ace nods in understanding.
“I’m just starting to think that, I don’t know, maybe there’s something wrong with me? Maybe they think I’m boring to talk to over text?” You shake your head and look down at your hands on your lap, “Or maybe they look at my photos again and realize I’m really ugly…”
Ace clears his throat, and you look up at him.
“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re boring… or ugly at all.”
You smile softly, your heart racing, “Thanks, Ace…”
Ace smiles, and you notice his eyes comb through the room, looking for a way to change the topic. When his eyes land on the remote, his face lights up.
“Here,” Ace picks up the remote, “Let’s throw something on to take your mind off it. Trashy reality TV always takes people’s minds off their problems, right?”
You snort, “What?”
He shrugs lightheartedly, “I don’t know, I just know people eat this stuff up! Let’s throw on something that looks really bad for fun.”
You giggle as he turns on the TV, navigating to your favorite streaming app. He hums as he scrolls through the menus, eventually settling on something that looks absolutely horrible.
It’s perfect.
You kind of pay attention for the first fifteen or twenty minutes, but you and Ace are talking over the whole thing, commenting on the contestants and the stupid plot of the show. Eventually, your combined commentary goes off track when one of the male contestants says something a bit too forward to another. You momentarily tear your eyes from the television to give a snide remark.
“God, these people act like they’ve never had sex before,” You snort, “It’s the first day, and they’re already trying to fuck each other.”
Ace snickers along with you, his eyes still glued to the tv, “I mean, maybe they hadn’t gotten laid in a while?”
“I’ve been going months without dick, and you don’t see me acting up- “
That catches his attention.
He turns his head towards you and blinks a few times as if surprised, “Wait, you’re serious? It’s been months?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Damn,” Ace says, something unreadable in his expression, “I mean, was the last time at least good?”
Your face heats up, “Uh, well, he didn’t go down on me and lasted, like, two minutes, so…”
Ace looks shocked, stunned even at your confession, “He didn’t eat you out? Like, at all?”
You feel your body grow hot, and you shake your head. You never thought you would talk to Ace about your sexual encounters with other people like this.
Ace chuckles before speaking, “Goddamn, if I was in bed with you, I would’ve eaten the fuck out of that-“
His face immediately goes bright red, “I-I mean, with a girl like you, not you!”
“U-Uh, right-” You cough awkwardly.
He abruptly stops talking, and the only sound in the room is of some women arguing on television. Ace looks away from you and tries to get back into the show. But as you turn to look back at the television, you occasionally peek at him from the corner of your eye. Ace is shifting uncomfortably in his seat, and you can tell he’s embarrassed about what he just said.
Under normal circumstances, you’d drop the subject, but after tonight, after dealing with shitty guy after shitty guy, you weren’t going to let the man you actually wanted get away.
“I mean, I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to do it with me.”
That gets Ace’s attention.
“Huh?”
“W-Well,” You clear your throat, “The way you said it, it sounded like you wanted to do it with me, so I figured I’d, uh, offer… Let you know I’d be up for it.”
Ace turns, offering you his full attention now, “N-No, that’s not right. You’re all messed up about this dating thing. I’d be such a piece of shit to take advantage of-”
Your ears twitch at his phrasing. It sounds like he really did want you. You weren’t going to back off now, not when what you’ve fantasized about for so long was within reach.
Suddenly, in an act of boldness, you begin to crawl toward the dark-haired man. He backs up until his lower back hits the couch’s armrest. He gulps as he looks down at you, his face turning a soft shade of pink.
“You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me…”
“You’re not… thinking straight…” he swallows thickly, strictly keeping his hands at his sides.
“Ace,” You start, your lips moving on their own before your brain can catch up or stop you, “I’ve always wanted you… I just didn’t want to mess up everything..”
Ace’s eyes bulge as wide as saucers as he looks down at you, your confession continuing, “I started going on stupid dating apps and stuff to try and get over my crush on you but, fuck, it just isn’t working. None of those guys compare to you.”
You crawl even closer, moving so that your lips are dangerously close to his, “I still just want you… A-And I know I avoided saying all this because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I can’t keep pretending like… like I’m not in love with you.”
Your face feels hot as you realize you have confessed your love for him. You’re terrified that you’ve scared him off, that maybe he only wanted to hook up with you casually or as a one-time thing to satisfy his curiosity.
But you know he feels the same as you do when he closes the gap without another word.
Your lips press against each other’s, and a gasp escapes you as he snakes his hands over your hips, his warm palms resting comfortably on your body.
You sigh happily into his lips as he licks over your bottom lip, politely asking for permission to taste you. You part your lips and introduce your tongue to his, the wet appendages dancing.
When he pulls away, he laughs softly, “You have no idea how long I wanted to do that…”
“You have no idea how long I dreamed of you doing that…”
“I guess we should make up for lost time then…”
He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again, his hands trailing over your ass and squeezing it firmly. You gasp at his boldness. As you two continue to kiss, you feel his cock hardening beneath you and blush softly at how excited he is for you.
“Fuck, I-” He breathes shakily, “Can I be real for a second?”
“Go ahead,” You laugh, “Tell me what you’re thinking..”
Ace places his hands on your hips as he looks up at you, his face bright red.
“I know we literally just confessed to each other, but, ah,” He stutters a bit, “I really wanna fuck you right now- And I know that’s not, like, romantic or anything, but I really wanna be inside you.”
You look back at him, your face burning hot at his honesty.
Before you can respond, he starts babbling, “Uh, but, y’know, it’s cool if you wanna take things slow! We can just pretend I never said that and-”
You grab him by his shoulders and kiss him deeply. And as quickly as the two of you come together, you part.
“Did you forget how this all started?” You giggle before lowering your voice to a whisper, “I want you to fuck me.”
Ace smiles and captures your lips yet again. The kiss is passionate and maybe a bit sloppy, but you both have been yearning for each other’s touch for so long that it doesn’t matter. But as soon as things start to get a bit more heated, Ace pulls himself away.
“Oh shit, wait.” Ace curses, “I don’t have any condoms or anything on me-”
“Don’t worry about that,” You giggle, “I’m on birth control, so we’re good.”
“Oh, thank god,” He sighs in relief, but you can see the gears turning in his head before he speaks again, “Does that mean I can…?”
“Cum inside me?” You snort.
He blushes a vibrant red, “Y-Yeah.”
You smirk and lean forward, whispering in his ear, “Only if you promise to fill me up real nice…”
“Fuck,” He breathes shakily, “I promise. Hell, I’ll pinky promise-”
“I’ll hold you to it,” You grin, extending your pinky before he takes it with his own, sealing the deal.
You giggle before pressing a kiss to his lips, your kisses soon trailing down to his neck. You suck gently on the skin, surely leaving marks behind.
Soon you’re tugging on the hem of his shirt, and he gets the message, pulling it over his head. With his torso newly exposed, you kiss and nip at his chest, sliding your tongue over his nipples just to see if they’re sensitive. He groans and calls your name so sweetly, making your heart swell with pride; he is so vocal and all just for you. After playing with his tender nipples for a bit, you decide to chart the rest of his body; after all, there is much more to explore. You eventually reach his stomach, your lips grazing over his dark happy trail. Ace bites his lip as your lips are mere centimeters away from his cock, the only thing separating your lips from his shaft being a few layers of clothing.
With eager fingers, you reach to unbutton his shorts. He lifts his hips so you can slide them down along with his underwear. His cock is dark red, precum leaking desperately from his tip.
“Looks like you could use some attention, hm?” You giggle, wrapping a hand around him and stroking slowly.
He reaches out a hand, stopping your movements, “No, wait-”
Your brows raise, and he continues, “This whole thing has been you taking care of me so far, and you said last time you had sex, he didn’t even go down on you, so let me take care of you…”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He grins, “Just take your clothes off and climb up here…”
Your face blushes at the implication, “You want me to sit on your face?”
His smile only widens, “Is that a problem?”
You shake your head and begin to peel your clothes off your body. Soon you’re before him, completely nude, just as he is. You notice his dick twitch as you crawl forward, and you laugh at how honest his body is.
With your hips positioned over his face, your pussy terribly close to his lips, you announce, “Okay, I’m ready.”
“You need to get lower, sweetheart.” Ace laughs, and your heart throbs at the nickname.
You lower yourself even further, but Ace doesn’t seem satisfied, “You’re still hovering. You gotta actually sit on my face-”
“Won’t it be hard to breathe..?”
“Hey, if I go out like this, I’ll die a happy man.” Ace chuckles before grabbing your hips, “So c’mon, just sit down, okay?”
You hesitate for a second, but after taking a deep breath, you sit on his face, your pussy pressed against his lips.
Ace groans loudly as you do so, immediately getting to work. He kisses your clit a few times before his tongue darts out, swiping over it. You jump a bit, lifting your hips off his face accidentally. You’re about to apologize and lower yourself back down, but Ace beats you to the punch, gripping your ass and forcing your cunt back onto his lips with a growl. He eats you out like a man possessed, slobbering all over your clit and sucking on it greedily. You were starting to think he asked to do this not just because he felt sympathetic but because he would enjoy it so much.
You sigh as you feel his tongue press penetrate your hole, the warm, flexible appendage feeling incredible inside you. Ace’s hands squeeze your ass, firmly keeping you in place despite how you squirm and squeal. You look down below as Ace has his eyes closed, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focuses on making you feel good. You bite your lip and reach up to squeeze your breasts, rocking your hips against his tongue.
He pulls his tongue out for a moment to murmur, “That’s it, baby, use my tongue however feels good…”
His voice is husky and deep, sending a shudder through you; his words of encouragement light up your core, and you’re bolder with your movements now, rocking your hips shamelessly.
As Ace speeds up his pace, your legs begin to shake. He chuckles into your mound, moving his hands to your thighs as if to reassure you that everything is okay and that he wants you to just let go.
“Ace…” You whine, “I-I’m so close.”
Your chest grows tight as you hold your breath, your hips speeding up to shoot yourself over the edge. Ace grips your thighs even tighter, trying to stay close to you.
Soon you’re squealing as your orgasm washes over you, Ace still sucking and licking your clit as you ride the intense wave. Your toes curl, and your back arches as you wiggle your hips, trying to get as much friction as possible.
As the feelings of pleasure fade, you move down from his mouth, straddling his waist. You notice his cock is even flushed scarlet now, the angry-looking shaft throbbing and twitching like crazy.
“That was so hot, you don’t even know.” He says, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand.
You giggle and reach down to stroke his cock, coaxing precum out of the swollen tip, “Was it as good as you thought it would be?”
“Hell yeah,” He smirks, “I’d eat your pussy all day if you’d let me-”
“Maybe another day, because now…” You hum, “Now it’s your turn to cum…”
Ace’s dark eyes sparkle and flicker with anticipation as you lay on your back, spreading your legs wide, “Come on and fill me up… Remember, you promised~”
Ace licks his lips as he hovers above you, one hand holding the base of his cock as the other supports his weight. He rubs his head over your sensitive clit a few times, his warm precum dribbling onto it.
When he pushes in, there’s hardly any resistance at all. Your pussy greedily sucks him in, clenching and squeezing around him tight. He groans and lowers his head, his dark curls falling in his face as he is lost in the initial penetration.
“Start slow,” You laugh, “Like I said, it’s been a while.”
“Yeah,” He nods, “Don’t worry, I got you, sweetheart…”
He rocks his hips slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back inside to the base each and every time. His movements are smooth, fluid, as he takes his time and focuses on being gentle.
You sigh happily as he makes you feel good. You can’t help but look between your legs and watch as his cock slides in and out of you. You like seeing his swollen cock leave, but you also love watching it plunge back inside.
After a short while, you begin to grow antsy; this felt nice, but you wanted him to go faster, to fuck you harder.
“Ace…” You whine sweetly, and he practically reads your mind.
“You want me to speed things up?”
You nod, and he kisses you again before leaning back and lifting your hips, angling his thrusts so they hit your g-spot. His hips work faster now, his gaze glued to where your bodies repeatedly meet. You moan out his name, and your hands ball into fists as you’re overwhelmed by the pleasure.
Ace notices and leans forward, his face inches from yours as he teases you, “Am I fucking you right, baby? Do you feel good?”
You nod dumbly and reach for his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.
“Aw, you gotta say it,” He coos, his confidence at an all-time high, “Say exactly how you feel, sweetheart.”
“It feels so good-” You gasp, “Please, don’t stop-!”
He licks his lips, and his voice rasps, “How can I say no when you beg so pretty, huh?”
Ace leans forward and kisses you deeply, your tongues sliding against each other as you moan together. Your hands find his dark hair and use it to pull him closer, wanting him to be as close as he possibly can be to you.
Your lips part, and Ace takes your legs, pushing them as far as they can go to make a complete mess of you. The new angle makes him hit deeper, your toes curling in delight. Your breathing becomes labored as he fucks into you hard; the rough, harsh thrusts will definitely bruise your insides, but it feels so good that you don’t even care.
“Oh my god,” his voice drips with lust, “You’re squeezing me so tight. I can feel your pussy sucking me in; it feels so fucking good-”
You whimper as his thrusts jostle you, your nails digging into his back as you desperately try to ground yourself. He pounds into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever experience such pleasure, his eyes hooded as he watches you writhe and moan.
His own sounds grow louder, his moans and whimpers filling the room as he fucks you. Each powerful thrust leaves you breathless, and with every desperate call of your name and curse that he utters, you feel your core lighting up even brighter.
Soon the pressure becomes unbearable.
“A-Ace, I’m gonna cum-” You gasp.
“I can feel it, baby,” he rasps out, “You’re so fucking close- you can do it-”
He grits his teeth and works himself in and out of you with renewed vigor as if your words were an enchantment. He huffs and moans shamelessly, his cock twitching and throbbing within you.
“Come on,” he urges, “Cum for me- cum all over my cock-!”
His pleas reach your ears, and it causes a glorious orgasm to emerge from within you. Stars dance across your vision as you let out a shaky moan, your juices coating his thick shaft.
He watches your face as he now focuses on chasing his high, his thrusts growing sloppy and erratic. He grunts, “Fuck, you’re so good- you’re gonna make me cum…!”
As soon as he says it, his hips still, and you feel him fill you up with his cum. He groans loudly as shot after shot fills your cunt, the sticky cream stuffing you full. Your legs quiver as he lowers them gently, keeping them spread as he slowly fucks his essence into you.
He lets out a shaky breath before pulling out, the cum leaking out of your hole despite his efforts to keep it inside.
His eyes dart to your face before he grabs you, pulling you on top of him as he flops onto his back. Ace kisses you softly, his hands finding your hips and circling the flesh with his thumbs.
He hums softly as he pulls away from your lips, “I love you…”
Your eyes widen in surprise and his in realization.
He quickly stumbles, “Uh- shit- sorry- that was probably too soon to say that-“
You smile, pressing a finger to his lips, “Don’t you remember? I already said that earlier.”
“You said you were in love with me, not that you loved me. I feel like that’s different-”
“Shut up, you’re overthinking it,” you laugh, “We both love each other, okay?”
Ace lets out a relieved sigh and hugs you tight, kissing your cheek. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you see how he stares at you with admiration and love.
“But you know, if we both love each other,” he chuckles, “You’re gonna have to delete your profiles off those dating apps now.”
“Way ahead of you.”
#cream's fics#portgas d ace#ace x reader#x reader#portgas d. ace#portgas d ace x reader#portgas d. ace x reader#fanfiction#one piece smut
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Ah yes, hooman Loop
^ early concept
#I don't think much of human Loop designs but if it is on my mind I always think of it as like#that one “Loop gets summoned by the gang” fic on ao3 where tall Loop started shrinking and then just kinda Siffrinifies back#basically yeah I imagine if Loop human then wish craft ran out#Loop's hairstyle is basically Siffrin if they ever brushed their hair#the headcanon behind this is that their time spent as a star made Loop appreciate their old body so#if Loop ever gained back their Siffrin body they'd really want to “preserve” it#it's self care but only in a roundabout way#They're not thinking about it in terms of “looking good” it's about saving their body at its peak condition for the longest time possible#due to trauma and stuff <33#also yea they definitely own like 1000 creams salves and oils for every part of their body#isat#in stars and time#loop#isat loop#loop isat#isat spoilers#my art#art tag#desert art
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its actually so funny to me that’s Charles’ ice cream shop is in milan because you know who lives there??? PIERRE GASLYYYY. I’m so convinced Pierre was like “I don’t see you enough calamar” “Think of the view calamar” “we can eat ice cream together in the sun and talk trash about people” “milan is WONDERFUL” when charles was like oh I want to open an ice cream shop somewhere in italy.
#Charles was totally thinking about florence or like pisa#pierre totally did this for himself and his free supply of ice cream#I’m so serious#catch pierre at the ice cream sitting in the corner squinting in confusion when max suddenly comes ambling through every other day#pierre is the ultimate lestappen wingman#the fic is already forming in my head#piarles#charles and his ice cream shop#a saga
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Lestappen fic - Ice cream shop owner!Charles AU
I don't typically get excited by AU ideas for Lestappen because Lestappen in canonverse is so appealing to me in and of itself. But, while AO3 was down yesterday, @thearchercore received and answered a whole bunch of asks from lovely anons about a Lestappen AU fic where Charles owns an ice cream shop (as inspired by the news that the man is actually going to open an ice cream shop in Milan.) And, well, for the first time ever, I got excited about a Lestappen AU. So, I wrote something.
This is, obviously, dedicated to the incredible @thearchercore, a true pillar of the Lestappen community, and to each and every anon who has sent in asks about this AU. And because this was entirely inspired by people on Tumblr, you can read the whole fic in this post. ❤️
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Max realizes that he has probably let this whole thing go too far. Way too far.
What had started as a chance encounter after the Monza Grand Prix, where Max had gone on a drive and ended up in a small, lovely ice cream shop - LEC - in Milan that served the most delicious vanilla ice cream Max had ever tasted, had spiraled and developed into what was now practically a weekly occurrence. Every chance he got, when the race calendar, his PR and training schedule would allow it, Max would fly to Milan, spending ridiculous amounts of money and contributing an unnecessary amount to further pollute the environment, just to go back to that ice cream shop.
And yes, although the vanilla ice cream was divine, that's not the real reason Max kept coming back.
No, the real cause of his travels was the ridiculously beautiful shop owner, with the fluffy brown hair, the captivating green eyes Max kind of wanted to drown himself in, and dimples that Max saw every single night when he closed his eyes. And what’s more, the shop owner — Charles — didn't even seem to like Max, because the Monégasque was a die-hard Ferrari fan and he seemed to have made it his personal mission to put all the blame of Ferrari’s lack of success for the past fifteen years on Max. Even if Max hadn’t been in F1 for the entirety of those fifteen years.
Not that he was surprised, really. The passion of the Tifosi did, on more than one occasion, seem to seriously impact their sense of logic and capability of rational thinking.
And apparently, the beauty, sass and stubbornness of the shop owner did the exact same thing to Max's.
The irony of that is not lost on him.
The fact that the two of them had discovered they were on the same page about the superior ice cream flavor the first time Max had been in that ice cream shop — “vanilla is my favorite” Max had said at exactly the same time Charles had said “vanilla is the only right choice” — had not been enough to endear him to Charles. His allegiance with Ferrari and Max currently on yet another dominating winning spree with Red Bull was too strong. (Even if there had been the flicker of something in those green eyes when Charles had learned that he and Max were on the same page about vanilla ice cream.)
After yet another failed attempt at charming Charles a few weeks ago, Max had gotten so desperate that he had genuinely started considering a move to Ferrari, even starting to subtly ask around about the possibility, Red Bull’s superior car and strategies be damned. But then word had reached GP and his race engineer had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he would not be moving to Ferrari to impress ‘some ice cream guy in Milan’. Which Max had taken offense to, because Charles was not just ‘some ice cream guy in Milan’, thank you very much.
(Max really had to learn how to keep his mouth shut around GP.)
So yes, his obsession with the ice cream shop and its owner has gone way too far. And yet, on a warm August afternoon, Max finds himself walking back into that ice cream shop.
Summer break has finally arrived, and Max had genuinely considered renting an apartment in Milan for the next three weeks so he wouldn't have to fly back and forth so much. But then he had come to the conclusion that that would be excessive.
(Because flying back and forth between Monaco and Milan definitely wasn’t excessive. No, sir.)
Charles is there when Max walks in, as he is every single time Max walks in. The guy never seems to leave his beloved ice cream shop, and Max finds himself wondering if the other man gets enough sleep. Or if he even goes home to sleep, or if he has a bed set up in the back somewhere so he never has to waste time going back and forth between the ice cream shop and his home.
He may not know Charles all that well, despite seeing him regularly for the past few months, but he does know that the man must have an incredible work ethic.
The little bell above the door announces his arrival, and Charles looks up from behind the counter. For a brief second, Max is sure he sees a flash of excitement cross those gorgeous features, but the Monégasque quickly schools his expression into one of exasperation and indignation, complete with an overly dramatic eye roll.
“No Red Bull Racing team members allowed,” Charles tells him with a huff, as he puts a brand-new tub of chocolate ice cream in the display freezer.
Max snorts as he walks towards the counter. He had expected a frosty — pun intended — reception following Ferrari’s double DNF in the last race before the summer break, so Charles’ grumpy demeanor doesn’t deter him.
“Hello to you too, Charles,” the Dutchman sing-songs, ignoring the way a couple of teenage girls at a table by the window gape at him. “Let me guess, Ferrari’s double DNF in Belgium was somehow my fault?”
Charles meets his gaze and narrows his eyes. He points an ice cream scoop at him. “I am not sure how, but yes.” He waggles the scoop accusingly.
It’s Max’s turn to roll his eyes. “Right, because the two of them crashing into each other in turn two, while in P8 and P9 respectively, while I was at the very front definitely had something to do with me?”
“Obviously,” Charles confirms with a sniff.
“You’re ridiculous,” Max laughs, shaking his head in a manner that can only be described as fond. He comes to a halt in front of the cash register at the counter, and waits for Charles to ask him what he wants.
But Charles never does; instead busies himself with rearranging the different bowls of topping on top of the display freezer, wiping down the counter, and restocking the ice cream cones, all the while completely ignoring Max’s presence. Or general existence, even.
Eventually, Max runs out of patience.
“I’d like three scoops of vanilla ice cream, please.”
Charles doesn’t even stop what he’s doing. Doesn’t even look at him. “We’re all out of vanilla.”
Max stares. At Charles, then at the almost full tub of vanilla, with its little sign labeling it as vanilla sticking out of the fluffy ice cream.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, we are.”
“Charles, I can see the vanilla ice cream. It’s right there,” Max insists, pointing at the flavor through the display glass. As if Charles isn’t completely aware of its existence, as if he’s not just being a little shit and punishing Max for something that isn’t even remotely his fault.
Charles pauses in his bustling to look at Max. Then, he follows the length of Max’s arm to where his finger is pointing directly at the vanilla. His gaze returns to Max’s eyes as he says, deadpan: “That is only a display ice cream.”
Max blinks repeatedly.
“A display ice cream?” he echoes incredulously.
“Yes,” Charles confirms, raising his chin. “It’s only for display, it is not to be served.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Yeah, well, it’s like this,” the Monégasque says, lifting one shoulder in a careless shrug.
Max doesn’t know if he wants to smack him or kiss him.
(That’s a lie, he knows damn well that he wants to kiss that smug look right off of Charles’ stupidly beautiful face.)
“Fine,” the Dutchman sighs, moving his finger slightly to the right. “Then I would like three scoops of the chocolate.”
“I’m sorry, but that is also only a display ice cream,” Charles tells him with a completely straight face.
“You’re not serious.”
Charles raises one full eyebrow. “Does it look like I’m joking?” he asks.
And, well, Max has to admit that it absolutely does not.
He stands there in silence for a while, wondering why the hell this infuriating man has been the object of his deepest desires for the past few months. Wonders why Charles’ face is the only thing he sees when he closes his eyes to sleep at night, and why he is the one person that keeps appearing in the majority of his dreams. Wonders why, when his mind wanders as he has a secure grip around himself in bed, it keeps wandering to the mental images of what Charles would look like, feel like, sound like if he was there with Max, when all Charles seems to want to do is get under Max’s skin and infuriate him in ways and for reasons Max hadn’t even known he could let himself be infuriated.
Oh, who is he kidding? Those reasons, coupled with Charles’ overall appearance and being, are exactly why his mind never seems to tire of Charles whatever-the-fuck-his-middle-name-is Leclerc, and only him.
Max has always been a sucker for challenges. And Charles is definitely a challenge.
Had Charles been an F1 driver instead of the owner of an ice cream shop, Max just knows their on-track battles would have been epic. Their rivalry would have been one for the ages; their names and lives so intertwined that people could not have mentioned one without also mentioning the other. Because Max is sure that Charles’ passion, his stubbornness and his outright refusal to give in to anything or anyone would have translated into a fierce, unyielding, unapologetic driver.
Forcing himself out of his reverie, Max gives a quick shake of his head to clear is racing mind. Then, he fixes Charles with a hard stare.
“Let me guess, these are all ‘display ice creams’?” he asks, gesturing with a hand at the numerous tubs of flavors in the display freezer.
“Of course not,” Charles scoffs, as if that’s the most ridiculous statement that has been made in the ice cream shop in the past few minutes. “That would be a horrible way to run a business. We have one flavor that is not only for display.”
Max is almost afraid to ask, but he does anyway. “Which is?”
Charles doesn’t answer the question with words, just points to the bottom tub at the far left. The little sign reads ‘Mint chip’.
“Who the fuck eats mint chip ice cream?” Max asks, scrunching up his nose in disgust. “That’s like eating toothpaste.”
For the first time since Max stepped through the door, Charles smiles. A beautiful, self-satisfied, mischievous smile that does things to Max’s body, mind and soul. It makes his heart rate pick up and his skin tingle with an excitement he has no business feeling.
Pathetic. He’s absolutely pathetic.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Max. That's all I have to offer today.”
And Max, proving just how completely gone he is on this ridiculous man, lets out a long, tired sigh.
“Three scoops of mint chip, please,” he requests in a voice that is completely resigned.
Charles’ face lights up like a fucking Christmas tree, and he scurries to get one of the small glass bowls reserved for customers who want to eat their ice cream in the shop, not even needing to ask if that’s what Max is planning to do, or if he wants his ice cream in a cone. And although Charles is doing his damnedest to make Max believe that his general existence on this earth is causing Charles physical pain and emotional turmoil, the fact that Charles remembers his preference doesn’t go unnoticed by Max.
He won’t even entertain the idea that Charles might just be adamant on making Max sit in his shop and eat his mint chip ice cream so Charles can watch him suffer with every spoonful.
Charles is generous with the scoops — incredibly so — and Max is sure those three scoops he requested actually equal the size of at least six regular-sized scoops. He realizes that he probably should have asked for one scoop instead of three. He watches as Charles sticks a spoon in the ice cream and places the bowl on the counter in front of Max with the biggest grin on his face.
“It’s on the house,” Charles tells him, probably just to further add to Max’s suffering.
The Dutchman eyes the bowl of ice cream warily, quietly cursing it and himself, before picking it up with a hesitating hand. Charles watches him expectantly the entire time as Max makes his way to a small table in one corner of the shop. Behind him, a small child, probably around five or six, had entered the shop with his mother while Max was waiting for Charles to finish scooping, and Max hears the boy ask for two scoops of strawberry ice cream. And Charles — the fucking asshole — makes a point out of saying ‘coming right up’ in both Italian and English just to fuck with Max some more.
Max takes a seat with his back to the window so he can face Charles. Because if nothing else, he’s not going to let Charles win.
The first spoonful really does taste like toothpaste with a hint of chocolate, and it’s an awful combination. It takes every ounce of willpower Max has not to let the disgust he’s feeling show on his face. He lets the ice cream melt in his mouth for a long moment, before swallowing the disgusting liquidized ice cream, all the while maintaining a completely unaffected expression.
Charles watches him eat the entire bowl of ice cream, and Max never breaks eye contact. With every expressionless swallow, Max can see the thinly veiled disappointment on Charles’ face and the satisfaction he gets from that is enough to motivate him to finish every single bite. He even makes a point out of scraping the melted remains of the ice cream from the sides of the bowl, scooping it up into a mint green coloured soup in his spoon, and eating it. He even briefly considers licking the bowl clean just to get a rise out of Charles, but the Monégasque turns away from him with a huff before he can put his plan into action.
Which, thank fuck, because Max is starting to feel a bit sick from the ridiculous amount of toothpaste-flavored ice cream he has just consumed out of spite and spite alone. He pushes the bowl forward and away from himself on the table with a frown.
Charles goes back to ignoring his presence for the next fifteen minutes, and Max waits. Just because he can — just because he knows this wasn’t the outcome Charles had expected and he wants to revel in the satisfaction of finally getting under Charles’ skin for once for a little while longer.
Eventually, Charles comes to collect his empty bowl and gives Max a disapproving glare.
“Well? How was it?”
And Max, unable to resist, gives Charles his biggest, brightest smile. “It was delicious, thank you.”
If looks could kill, Max would have been dead. Then, Charles turns on his heels and walks away with Max’s empty bowl and spoon.
Taking the win, Max gets to his feet and waits for Charles to look over at him from behind the counter. When he does, he gives the other man a wave. “See you tomorrow, Charles.”
“You’re not coming back tomorrow!” Charles shoots back.
“Oh, but I am,” Max counters. It sounds like a promise, and it is.
As he walks out of the ice cream shop, feeling Charles’ gaze boring into the back of his head as he does, Max pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts looking up hotels in the area with available rooms.
***
Max stays in Milan for two weeks, and he goes to Charles’ ice cream shop every single day.
Every day, Charles tells him the only flavor he can serve him is mint chip. By day three, Max has stopped trying to argue with him. By day five, Max orders vanilla and Charles responds with ‘three scoops of mint chip coming up’. And every day, Max sits at his little table by the window to eat his ice cream while Charles stands behind the counter, watching him eat the entire time.
Every. Single. Day.
And every single day, Max can see Charles’ resolve crumbling, little by little, convincing him that his tragic efforts are not in complete vain. They might be mostly in vain, but Max is in far too deep at this point to care.
On the eighth day, Max stays until closing and Charles spends the majority of his free moments actually hanging around Max’s table and engaging him in conversation. It's a step in the right direction, even if Charles does end up kicking the Dutchman out when he has to count the register.
And on the eleventh day, as Max is about to leave after finishing yet another disgusting, massive portion of mint chip ice cream, Charles finds himself looking at the blond from behind the counter, watching as Max smiles down at his phone. Those piercing blue eyes are crinkling in delight, causing adorable smile lines to appear at their corners, his full, inviting lips stretching to expose his straight, white teeth. A wave of something — jealousy, Charles would define it as if he wasn’t a pigheaded dick when it comes to four-time F1 World Champion Max Emilian Verstappen — washes over him at the thought of whatever or whoever it is that puts that smile on Max's face.
It makes the Monégasque realize that all of his attempts over the past few months to convince himself that he doesn’t find Max attractive or charming as hell, and that he definitely doesn’t want to find out whether Max likes vanilla in bed, too, have been for naught.
And so, with an overwhelming feeling that he's losing a battle he's been fighting for months, Charles throws away the paper towel he had been using to dry his hands and resigns himself to his fate. Because sometimes, perseverence needs to be rewarded.
And he's not just referring to Max's.
“You can take me out to dinner tonight,” he tells Max, and it sounds like the statement pains him. Which it kind of does.
Max stops dead, one hand on the door handle, half-turned to face Charles. The look on his face is one of utter surprise.
“Really?” he asks, and he sounds so fucking hopeful that it should probably make Charles change his mind. But instead, it makes him want to close up the shop immediately and let Max take him out to dinner right fucking now.
Which is pathetic, really. But then again, so is the way Charles has been waking up every day hoping Max Verstappen would walk through the door of his ice cream shop for the past few months.
But, having no intention of showing his hand, Charles maintains a stoic expression as he nods.
“Pick me up here at nine.”
Max's smile is so wide that Charles wonders if it makes his cheeks hurt. He also wonders if said cheeks will feel as warm to the touch as they look.
“Okay,” Max says, still smiling. “Then I'll see you again at nine.”
And with that, Max turns, pulls the door open, and walks out of the shop.
When Charles can only just see the back of the Dutchman through the window, he sees Max stopping briefly on the sidewalk and pumping his fist in the air in the same celebratory manner Charles has seen after so many victorious races over the years.
He looks ridiculous, and Charles might just be falling a little bit in love with him.
Charles doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
***
It turns out that Max's preferences in bed are far more adventurous than his taste in ice cream.
Which turns out to be yet another thing they're on the same page about.
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the way song eunseok's figure rests on your bed can only be described as ethereal in its truest form. skin almost appearing to be touched with gold, you really can't help but kneel down at his side and let your adoring gaze take him up.
one of your hands allows itself to gently card through the strands of his hair as you rest your chin on the other.
you're supposed to be waking him up; he does have training, practice and so much more to get to.
but that thought has completely left you; mind only occupied by the way his eyelashes curl against his cheekbones, by the way his hair fans out gorgeously over the pillow, by the way his pretty lips remain ever so slightly apart - it takes everything in you to not drown him in kisses.
"till when are you planning on staring at me, hm?" eunseok's eyes are still closed and a barely-there smile adorns his face. you swear you could spend your entire lifetime doing so; not that you would ever say that to him.
a kiss to his forehead. one on either cheek. a couple scattered over his neck. you both struggle not shake with silent laughter; until the birthday boy finally reigns victorious over you - turning you around and successfully pinning you to the bed.
your loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to finally kiss him properly.
"happy birthday my love <;3"
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mint chip — how did they court their lover? with the lotr characters (aragorn, legolas, boromir, arwen, eowyn)
mint chip — how did they court their lover?
⤷ with: aragorn, legolas, boromir, arwen and eowyn
⤷ thank you for your support! it means a lot 💙
aragorn
Aragorn often see himself as someone unworthy of anything he desires. They way people see him and how he perceive himself can be so different. And when he understood you had his heart on your palm, Aragorn swear to never act on it. He wouldn't want to bother you, or worse: to describe that you see him the same Aragorn does.
When it comes about Aragorn, you would have to act first. To make him understand that you don't see him as a unworthy men, but as a promising one. To make him understand that people aspire to be like him. If you make Aragorn understand that you want him, that you don't feel disgusted by him, only then he would be able to court you.
And he would be the kindest. He act like a king, even tho he don't believe he deserves to be one. He would be polite, tell you stories about his quests, protect you as if you already have agree to be his. No one would dare treat you badly when he's around.
Aragorn don't see yet, but he was born to rule. And you will rule beside him.
legolas
Legolas is a noble. Not only a noble, but the rightfull heir of Mirkwood. That means he was trained in more than combat or what it takes to rule. Legolas was trained about how to act around people, taught how to deal with enemies, and learned how to properly court his lover. With that being said, he would ignore all this knowledge the moment he understood what he feels for you.
It wouldn't take long for him to understand that he loves you. Legolas is guided by his heart, don't matter if people like that or not. If when he looks at you he feel warm, if when he talks to you he feels at home, if when he's away from you his life fall apart: Legolas knows he's in love. So he says it.
Just like that. Don't matter when, don't matter where, Legolas will simply say it. He's polite, Legolas wouldn't make you uncomfortable or overcross your bondaries, but he wouldn't think twice before saying it.
He will court you, and Legolas have a elve's patience. He will engage in conversations, ask your opinion on different subjects, and always in a light tone. Legolas will try his best to make you laugh, specially during dificult moments. And he don't need to worry about how long it will take for you to call him meleth. After all, time isn't a thing he lack of.
boromir
No one could say that Boromir don't know what he wants of life. He's a decided man, a hero for his people, and he would never go against what he think is part of the greater good. Boromir is so kind, so aware of the dangers and consequences of war, that the One Ring used his honor against him.
At first, it may seem that Boromir is not subtle at all. He would never do anything to disrespect you, far from that, is just that something on his face screams that he's sure you both will end up together.
He's confident that you would see him as his people do. As someone brave, intelligent and righteous. Boromir see you as you are, and he fall in love because he could understand your soul. He won't spare efforts to make you feel the same.
Boromir will bring you flowers every time he sees you. He would always chose different types, in hope that one day you tell him which one is your favorite. And whenever you need or want to stay in Gondor, Boromir will show you the gardens. He once heard that flowers had meanings, Boromir hopes you can understand the true meaning of this gift.
And it's wrong, so wrong, but it would be worse if Boromir lied to himself: the day he had to fought a creature in front of you, when he effortless defended you from something wicked, that was one of the best days of his life. To think that you may see him as a hero, your hero, made him blush.
So, yes, Boromir's feelings can be quite easy to understand. But isn't this a great thing? Boromir is showing you what he wants from life. And it's you.
arwen
Arwen may not know the world, or understand a great amount of things, but she knows her heart. When her father say that she's naive, Arwen understand that she just feel thing deeply. The only way this could be a mistake of hers was if Arwen buried her feeling and tried to ignore them. But to act on them, to search for her own happyness, will never be something she'll regret.
When Arwen understood that she loves you, at first she'll spend most of her time thinking. How do you feel about her? Would you ever feel the same away? How life, eternal or not, would be if she chose to spend it with you?
But as soon as she undertood her heart's desire, Arwen would stop imagining. She would join you for walks, compliment you and made sure there was no way of you thinking she was already with someone. Arwen won't be too foward, as she don't knows your feeling about her, but she does make clear that she's here.
If you ever need advice or someone to talk to, Arwen will gadly assume this position. She would do anything to know you better and help you with whatever you need. She's there. You can count on her. And If you ever need to be defended, well, she can do that too!
eowyn
Eowyn wants so much of life. She aspect to be brave for her kind, to rule as fairly as her father did, and to honor those who believe on her. If you help her with that, if you hear her dreams and treat them like reality, then you made your way to her heart. And if you live there, then it's only fair that Eowyn lives in yours too.
As we all seen, Eowyn won't be stopped from trying to conquering your heart. She'll be close to you, search for you to talk to, help you with whenever you need. It will obvious, but it's her intention. There is no need in trying to look like she don't want you. What good could it made?
Even if you don't see to feel the same way about her, it won't stop Eowyn. She can wait. She can wait until you look at her with love in your eyes. She'll do her best as a ruler and warrior, and part of it will be for you. To make you be proud of her. To honor your trust. And Eowyn will wait how long it takes to have your heart.
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Slingin' 🍦⚓️
second entry for @steddiemicrofic pool | wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: a little suggestive at the end
It was the hottest day of the year yet. Mall culture drew the masses, and the masses had flooded Scoops, which was currently manned by only Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington.
The space? Packed.
The line? Through the door.
The sticky ice cream residue smeared across their uniforms caught on their forearms, snagging at their skin as they worked up a sweat in the ice cream shop. They didn't have time to clear tables, clean up spills, or take out the trash, let alone deal with the typical bullshit banter that customers threw at them.
"We're out of peppermint stick."
"How? That's literally your least popular flavor."
It took everything in Robin to just smile flatly. Steve, however, couldn't hold back his exasperation as he threw his head back with an eye roll, pushed through the door to the back, then re-emerged with a challengingly deadpanned, "We're out."
He's pretty sure their ordering a USS Butterscotch was petty revenge. Whatever. It was only the seventh banana split he'd had to assemble in the last hour. His eye didn't twitch or anything.
After that, he and Robin swapped out. Figured it was time, since Steve had been scooping ice cream for so long. No other reason.
"Captain," the next customer greeted with a smirk.
Steve couldn't help but smile.
"What can I get you, sailor?"
"Oh, 'sailor' today," the customer said. Steve shot an amused look of warning. "I see."
Steve took in their appearance — deeply sleeveless band tee, flushed skin, sparkling brown eyes, curly hair in a low bun — as they mulled over options.
"Scoop of chocolate in a cup with a waffle sail, please," they smirked, placing a bill in Steve's open hand.
"You could've just gotten a cone," Steve replied, gathering change.
"Not the same, big boy."
Steve's lips curled up into a smile as he grabbed a spoon, stuck it in the scoop next to the artfully-placed wedge (nice, Robin), and handed the cup to Eddie.
"Aww, no baby spoon?"
"We're out." Steve glanced at his lips.
Eddie's eyes shifted to peer over Steve's shoulder to the well-stocked container.
"I'll eat it too fast."
"Aww," Steve gave a faux sympathetic pout. "Guess you'll have to get another scoop."
Eddie hummed then raised the cup in thanks with, "Birdie."
Robin saluted, and Eddie settled into a seat with a full view of Steve at the counter.
Through the hustle, Steve couldn't help but look over and take in Eddie slowly eating a big spoonful of ice cream. How his lips contoured the lump of chocolate. With full eye contact.
Steve overshot a cup, making strawberry milkshake pool onto his shoes.
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Cream & Sugar 8 (2/2)
Pairing: Jake Kiszka + Female Reader
Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Smut, Riding, a little bit of spanking, a minute of some unease,a little bit of girl x girl, nothing to crazy happens. If I missed ANYTHING please let me know. Also, this is a 18+ blog so minors DNI
Word Count: 6.7k
Authors Notes: Here ya guys go :) hoping to have part 9 up by New Years. Enjoy my loves!
Previous Part
“You’re taking me to a dinner where Mr. Costello the leader of the fucking mob is hosting?”
Jake gave you a blank stare before the corners of his lips turned upward.
“What’s wrong? You sound a little scared.” He teased you before jumping out of the car - walking leisurely over to your door, opening it with a grin that could give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.
“I’m not scared.” You scoffed at him, waving away his hand that was stretched out towards you.
“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?” You jumped out of the car, landing with a soft thud.
Jumping as you felt two calloused hands grabbing at your hips, spinning you around so your face was met with the base of his neck - forcing you to crane yours backwards so you could make contact with the coffee irises that were peering down at you over the bridge of his nose.
“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?” Jake parroted back, reaching down to palm at your ass cheek, making you jolt forward even more into him. Feeling a blush starting to rise on your cheeks as you felt his dick starting to harden against your stomach, cursing to yourself that you were out in public when you wanted nothing more than to drop to the gravel and suck his cock right then and there.
Your eyelids fluttering shut as you felt the his hot breath hitting the side of your neck, his tongue making a line to the bottom of your earlobe - him creating a small distance between his mouth and your ear to whisper in a menacing tone “I could list all the things he would want to do to you…..sucks for him though..because you’re mine, you’ll always be mine, won’t you baby?”
Fuck. He knew he had you right where he wanted you. Trying to even out your breathing, you took in a deep breath - which backfired. New Cologne? You thought as you took in the scents of what he was wearing, he was clean smelling but had a hint of Vanilla to him with the smallest note of cigar smoke on him. Normally that would turn you off, give you an ick. But on him? On him it turned you on even more - thinking about him sitting in his office, chair pushed away from his desk, legs opened wide, but not too wide, just the perfect distance for you to fit right in between watching him wrap with plump lips around the end of the cigar. His eyes closed as he inhaled the smoke and slowly exhaled.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Jake teased you, placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your lips as you felt him starting to add in a sucking motion.
Taking a final deep breath - trying to engrave the smell of him into your brain. Raising both hands to his pecs, you gave a gentle tap before pushing him away from you.
“Can we go now?”
“Not until you answer my question?” Jake raised an eyebrow up at you, tilting his head silently telling you to go on and answer him.
“Of course I’ll always be.”
“You’ll always be what?” That cheeky bastard.
“Jake…”
“Y/n.”
“I’ll always be yours.” You mumbled, staring down at your black pumps.
“Huh? What was that?” You could practically hear the smirk on his face.
“I’ll always be yours daddy.”
Turning abruptly on your heels, you started to make a beeline for the glass doors that are holding paradise behind them - before you could get too far, a strike was delivered to your left ass cheek and a arm wrapped around your shoulder.
“That’s what I thought.”
Jake mumbled against your head and giving a quick kiss to the top of it. Not that you were complaining, but Jake has been more touchy since the two of you had left Greenville - it didn’t matter what you were doing or where you were going but he always had to be touching you. At first you noticed it with the way he always loop his pinky finger around yours when the two of you would be walking but then it started becoming more obvious with the way how he would always pull you in tightly beside him, pressing himself against you - almost as if he wanted to live in your skin or vice versa.
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You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been in the mall - but you would assume it had been at least several hours, based on the fact that Jake would drag you into every store that crossed your path. He didn’t care about the protests and whines that would leave your mouth, instead he would just tug on your hand with a smirk each time mumbling ‘It’s not going to kill you’.
An eyebrow arching everytime he would check out and the total amount was always in the high hundreds or low thousands. Even though you knew how much the man in the cream colored shirt was worth beside you, it never failed to send a shock to your system. As you watched him swipe his black credit card you could hear that singular sentence he would always state everytime you would protest on how much he was spending, ‘It’s just money…I’ll make it back”.
The thing that really got you going? It was always the look on the cashiers face when they realized who it was standing in front of them. Either a look of fear or desire would grace their faces - the first time it happened you were embarrassed but by the second time, it gave you a power trip. Now you completely understood why Jake is the way he is. Afterall, it is his world and we just live in it.
“C’mon.”
While you were in your own little world you failed to see the store that was up ahead - Agent Provocateur . The lingerie store that haunts your dreams. Jake absolutely loved putting you in the provocative undergarments, but you on the other hand? You absolutely hated it. At first you loved the idea of it, knowing that he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. Of Course your curiosity got the better of you, so you looked up the catalog online and all you saw were women that you envy. They were everything that you wished you could look like for Jake, scratch that, they were just the women that you wished you looked like in general.
“I don’t want to go in there.” You mumbled, pulling back on his hand when he tried to move you towards the store's opening.
“Stop sulking. I’ll buy you a cookie when we’re done.”
“And a milkshake?”
“And a milkshake.” Jake smiled at you, feeling on top of the world as he finally pulled you into the store.
You could feel your breath tightening in your throat as the overwhelming scent of jasmine and rose filled your nose. Or maybe it was due to the fact that the store was covered in a promiscuous lighting, the dark gray carpet with black lines swirling around it, or the mannequins being placed all throughout the store covered in scanty clothing.
“Hello, welcome to Agent Provocateur. I’m Tara. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Oh for fucks sake. You rolled your eyes as you took in the sight of the women before you. She looked just like them - just like the women in the catalog. Of Course she does.
“We need one of the suites.” Jake smiled at the short blonde, turning on his charm.
“Of course Mr. Kiszka. I’ll take you back to your usual. Would you like a bottle of Dom Perignon as well?”
Jake pulled you along beside him as he followed her towards what you assumed was his usual suite. Your stomach was turning a mile a minute as you thought about all the girls that he had taken to the store. How many women were there before me? Your stomach was turning even more when you saw the looks that Tara was giving Jake. The eye contact was intense, the way she giggled whenever he spoke. He’s not that funny.
“Here we are. Is there a certain set you had in mind Mr. Kis-”
“Please call me Jake.”
“Sir, that's against policy, you know that.”
“No, I insist. I prefer it.” That smug bastard. You weren’t sure what he was up to but you knew he had something planned - the gears in your head going a mile a minute.
“Jake…” She paused for a second looking deep into his eyes before blushing “Is there a certain set that you would like me to bring back here?”
“Not really. I do happen to love seeing y/n in purples, reds and greens. Obviously I want support but the least amount of clothing. Thank you.”
Jake dismissed her while pulling you further into the suite. Clearing his throat when you took the liberty of walking away from him, examining everything in the room - the plush black couch, the sleek black table sitting beside it with two champagne flutes on top, a door that was left slightly ajar, to what you assumed was where you were actually supposed to change.
“Yes?” You turned around after feeling the heat from his stare on the back of your head for a couple of minutes.
“You okay?” He arched an eyebrow at you before taking a seat on the couch - placing his elbows on the back of the couch and making a show of him spreading his thighs, lifting his hips gently before setting them down.
“Peachy.”
“Drop the attitude. I’m doing something nice for the both of us.”
“And how exactly is this fo-”
You were cut off to the sound of a knock on the door, silently cursing at yourself for not closing the door after Tara.
“Sorry if I’m intruding, I have a couple of items for you to try and I have the champagne. Where would you like me to put it Jake?”
Jake smiled wickedly at you before turning his head to face her.
“Actually, could you pour me a glass?”
“Of course.” Tara finished wheeling in the rack of undergarments, closing the door in the process and practically skipping over to the table to crack open the bottle.
Anything to please Jake. Your cheeks were turning red as the situation pissed you off even more. She was practically undressing him with her eyes when she brought the flute over to him.
“Would you like one as well, Y/n?” She then turned her attention towards you, her green eyes sparkling in the light.
“That won't be necessary. Pour yourself a glass. Y/n here, is going to try on a couple of outfits for us.”
“Ja-”
“Try the purple one’s on first.”
Tara’s lips started to turn upward as her eyes flickered in between you two. With an exaggerated flip of your neck, you made your way over to the rack of clothing grabbing every hanger that had an article of purple clothing on them and made your way to the dressing room - making sure to slam the door shut behind you. Sinking down to floor and pausing for a second, all of this starting to become overwhelming. You knew that Jake loved flirting with every women that came across his line of sight, but this? This was horrible.
You couldn’t quite make out what Jake and Tara were saying out there but you could hear the different voice octaves and it made your heart start beating harder than it ever has before. Fuck. Rubbing a hand over your face and taking a deep breath, you decided that enough was enough and you needed to get the show on the roll. The quicker you put on your lingerie, the quicker this day would be over.
Looking at the pieces in front of you, you sighed, grabbing the set that would cover more skin then the other pieces that look like they would barely cover a nipple. Stripping off your clothes slowly, you paid attention to every detail that you could see in the mirror - the stretch marks on your thighs, how soft your tummy looked, how your right breast was slightly bigger than your left. Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn’t help but compare yourself to the woman on the other side of the room sharing laughter with your sugar daddy.
Taking another deep breath, you adjusted the lace fabric over your breasts one more time before turning towards the door and pulling it open. The conversation between Tara and Jake had ceased as you came into view - raising an eyebrow as you noticed her sitting on the couch beside Jake, legs crossed with a champagne flute in her right hand while her left hand was resting on his thigh. He was sitting with his back pressed against the couch with his face a light red almost like he just got done laughing. Great, here come the tears again. Blinking your eyes to try to rid yourself of them, you stood awkwardly, not sure how to position yourself.
“What do you think Tara?” Jake kept his eyes on you as he directed the question to the woman who started rubbing her hand in a smoothing motion on his thigh.
“You want me to be honest?”
“Ofcourse, honesty is the best policy after all.” He mumbled over the rim of his glass.
“I think she looks delicious.”
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Air caught in your throat once again as you stood there wide eyed, realizing that you read the whole dynamic of the situation wrong. Now you were staring at the both of them, watching as they both turned to look at each other, Jake raising both of his eyebrows up at Tara, almost like the two of them had a secret language between them. Giving a final squeeze to his thigh, Tara pushed herself off the couch and slowly started walking towards you, swaying her lips a little bit, which you presumed was for Jake.
Jake leaned back into the black couch, licking his lips before raising his right hand that was holding the flute to his mouth. His eyes zoned in on the sight unfolding in front of him - Tara circling around you, lightly tracing her pointer finger over your body, starting at your shoulder and as she went around, it dropped lower diagonally until it met the waistband of your panties in the front. Pursing her lips at you, she placed her pointer and middle finger in the purple band of the fabric, pulling back softly and then letting them snap against you. Tara smirking at you as you flinched at the action.
“You’re a shy one aren’t you?” She leaned forward to whisper in your ear “Jake loves the shy ones.”
Your body shuddering when her glossed lips met the side of your face.
“I..”
“Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. Can I taste you?”
Fuck it, why not?
Tara slowly backed away from you, looking at your face for reassurance - a smile breaking out onto her face when she saw you shake your head yes. Placing her hands on the side of your hips, softly digging into your flesh before pulling your body flush against hers. Chest to chest - her hands starting to move slowly up and down your body, her finger tips pulling at the clasp of your bra in a teasing manner. Planting her lips on your shoulder, she started a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck before starting to suck on the one spot behind your ear that drives you crazy. Taking a final look at Jake to see him starting to slowly palm himself in his pants, your stomach started to turn. It wasn’t anything that Tara was doing to you that was affecting you this way. It was the fact that Jake was watching the scene in front of him unfolding. The thought of Jake staring at Tara was enough to make you ill, this whole situation was becoming too much for you.
Closing your your eyes and placing your hands on Tara’s shoulders, gripping them firmly. Using what strength you had, you pushed her off of you.
“I didn’t take you for being the feisty type.” The blonde winked at you, placing her hand on top of yours, trying to pry your grip off of you.
“Tara stop.” Jake’s voice pulled her out of the lust filled trance she was in.
“But, I thou-”
“She clearly doesn’t want this to happen. Stop.”
Retreating your arms from her, taking a couple of deep breaths, you moved backwards so there was at least a six foot gap in between the two of you. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you crossed your arms, flicking your eyes back and forth between Jake and Tara - an intense stare down was happening.
“Ja-.”
“Apologize to her. Then after you are done doing that, I want you to leave the two of us alone in here, you are going to put everything on my tab and make sure that it gets delivered to my house. Do I make myself clear?”
Jake raised a single eyebrow up at her when she didn’t listen to him. Instead, the woman opted out of just staring back at him, stomping her left foot when she realized he wasn’t going to budge.
“Now.”
Tara’s shoulders falling in defeat as she slowly turned towards you “Sorry.”
“That’s not a proper apology and you know it.” You didn’t have to look at Jake to know that his eyes were shooting laser beams into the back of her head.
“Y/n, I’m sorry. I know that you shook your head yes, and I took that as an indicator that you were okay with the situation, but I should’ve been paying to your body language to realize that you got timid and you weren’t really okay with me continuing.”
You found yourself starting to feel bad for the girl in front of you, she looked like she was on the verge of crying. Well, Jake does have that effect on people.
“Baby.” Jake called out softly forcing you to bring your attention towards him - he waited until the two of you made eye contact before speaking again. “Do you accept her apology or does she need to try again?”
“I accept it. Thank you for saying sorry.”
“You can leave now.” He addressed her in a stern voice.
Without saying another word, Tara looked back at you before turning around and walking out the door - making sure to close it with a slam. Clearly pissed off about the plan the two of them had going south.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.” Giving Jake a small reassuring smile, “If anything I’m embarrassed.”
Now setting the flute on the ground, he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees, his head hanging low, seeming like he was lost in thought.
“Why would you be embarrassed?” He finally spoke out after a couple of minutes.
“You and Tara clearly had a plan of what you wanted to do to me and I couldn’t follow through.”
“Look….Tara is an old friend of mine. I met her back when I was starting out at New Horizons. I was fucking people left and right back then…once I started coming into money, I started taking them here and figured that I could atleast buy them something as a way to thank them for letting me use them.”
You let out a sigh as he was reminiscing about his life before he met you, jealousy starting to course through your veins, thinking about all the other women he had before you.
“The first time I visited here with a girl, Tara was attracted to her. One thing led to another and I just haven’t broken that pattern. Well I haven’t broken it until today.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked him, arching an eyebrow up at him, tilting you head to the side. A smirk gracing his face as he watched your ‘little tantrum’ as he liked to call it.
“There’s my girl.”
My girl. You couldn’t help the way you smiled - your heart swelling as he looked at you.
“I’m sorry that I put you through that. You should know that I never want you to feel like you have to do something in order to please me.”
“I thought you wanted me t-”
“I want you to do what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t like the idea of me sharing you with someone else for a night, we won’t do it then.”
“Okay.”
“It’s a deal.”
“Well….” You trailed off, breaking your eye contact from him to look towards the door.
“Well?”
“I mean…I wouldn’t mind one with Danny.” Biting your lip trying to suppress a giggle, the air around the two of you felt tense, you were trying to bring it back to a joking manner. You didn’t like it when the two of you were having serious conversations - you liked the version of Jake that would laugh after everything you said.
“You’re so funny. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
“A couple of people have mentioned it.”
“Well they’re wrong.”
The two of you giggling before breaking out into full blown laughter. It felt so good to laugh with him. His cheeks slightly turned rosy, placing a hand on his tummy as he leaned backwards onto the couch. Jake ran his eyes up and down your body, before settling back onto your face.
“Come here.”
“Ja-”
“Just come here.” He patted his right thigh - signaling for you to make your way over towards him and sit there.
You know he didn’t mean anything malicious with that action, but you couldn’t help how your mind went back to the vision you saw earlier in the mirror - the stretch marks, your tummy and your breasts. Crossing your arms even tighter across your body, trying to cover up as much as you can, you dropped your eyes down to your feet, trying to make it seem like you were interested in the white nail polish adorning your toes.
“Why are you getting all shy on me now? What’s wrong?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows, standing up from his previously seated position on the couch. Making his way over to you, brushing your hair behind your ears before cupping your jaw gently.
“Don’t lie to me.” He whispered softly, using the hand he had on your jaw to push your head up.
“I just…it’s stupid.” You weren’t about to tell him about all the insecurities that were rushing through your head right now.
“It’s not.” Jake insisted, now taking both hands up to your cheeks and pushing them together, causing you to make a kissy face, before leaning down to place a kiss softly on your lips.
“Just…..I don’t know Jake. I guess all the attention you get from every woman we pass is starting to catch up to me.” Jake’s eyes softened as he processed what you were saying, your cheeks were starting to get hot from all the attention he was giving you - closing your eyes seemed like a good idea, so you did just that.
“I was stupid and let my curiosities get the best of me….so I did some creeping on socials….and I found what your exes look like.” The hot air from Jake’s mouth hitting your face as he let out an airy laugh. “I can’t compare to them.”
As you spoke the last sentence, the air that was once filled with light suddenly was filled with tension again. He dropped his hands from your face, causing you to peek one eye open, finding him standing up straight and his head thrown back. Looking up towards the ceiling as he clucked his tongue. In a lightning fast speed, he jerked his head forward again and crashed his mouth onto yours.
“Jump” He mumbled against your lips as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs signaling you to do so.
“Jake” You squealed when he lifted you up “Put me down!”
Why would he listen to me you thought as he started walking towards the black couch.
“Don’t drop me!” You jerked forward into him, locking your arms around his neck.
“Oh, like this?” He smirked at you as he loosened his arms, mimicking the motion of dropping you.
“Stop” You squealed even more - clinging onto him for dear life. Jake breaking out into a belly laugh, turning around sitting down on the couch with you straddling him.
“You really think you can’t compare to them?”
“I said it was stupid.”
“It’s not stupid. Just answer my question.”
“Yes.” You let out a large inhale.
“Bullshit.” Jake whispered - cupping your jaw].
“It’s not.”
“Yes it is. If I wanted them, I would be with them. But I don’t. I want you.”
“You’re just saying that.” You rolled your eyes at him, of course he would try to use a line like that on you.
“I’m not. Y/n I want you.”
“Ja-” You started but then were cut off as Jake placed a single digit over your mouth.
“You’re not listening to me. I want you. If I wanted someone else I could have them. I don’t want them. I want you. I want everything you have to offer me. I want you Y/n.”
Your heart was swelling inside your chest - looking at Jake you could tell he meant every single word he spoke. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his finger away from your mouth, leaning forward and capturing his lips in a feverish way. Your lips fighting for dominance, Jake placing one hand around your throat to keep you near him and the other finding its way on your upper thigh, his fingers digging deep into your flesh. Even though the kiss was in a hurried manner, something about this felt different.
Maybe it was the passion in the air or maybe, just maybe, it was the two of you starting to fall into your feelings for eachother. No that can’t be it. You were quickly pulled out of your own thoughts by Jake placing both of his hands on your ass, the fingers on his right hand toying with the lacey purple fabric. Your skin felt like it was on fire.
Deciding that you needed more friction, you started moving your hips slowly back and forth - you could feel his cock harden with every movement. Detaching his lips from yours, Jake found that spot behind your ear that Tara was sucking on earlier. Your eyes fluttering close at the contact - you were positive by now that you were soaking his brown suit pants.
“Fuck”. You let out a breathy moan when the seam of his zipper rubbed against your clit.
“You feel what you do to me, princess? My cock gets hard everytime you come into the room. Can you feel that?” Jake whispers into your neck, his lips brushing against it lightly, leaving goosebumps to break out all over your body.
As you felt yourself getting lost in the slow rhythm that you and Jake were creating - a harsh slap was delivered to your left ass cheek. Gasping, you jolter up straight to look down at the long haired man underneath you.
“Words, princess. I need words.” He gave you a wicked grin, grabbing your hips and pulling you down directly on top of his cock. “I won’t ask again…can you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes..” You whine out. Fuck him. If you were being honest with yourself, you would admit how you loved the power he had over you - the way he made you soaking wet with just one look.
Satisfied with your response, the brown haired man sits up straight, wraps his arms around the middle of your back, pulling in close to him, so your breasts were at his eye level.
“Good.” He whispers against the cup of the bra, forming his mouth into an o-shape before placing it directly on the fabric of the right side where he can see your nipple pebbling. Your hands making its way into his hair, pulling it lightly, resulting in a low groan releasing from his chest.
“Daddy, that feels so good.”
Your words changed him - the passion he was using on you before changed into a starving frenzy. Pulling back from you, Jake put his hands in the middle of your bra, right where the clasps meet and gave a harsh tug. Wasting no time he pulled the straps down your arms, wanting to free you completely of the fabric. Looking back down at him, your eyes met his lust-blown pupils, keeping direct eye contact with you, he put his palm in the middle of your back, arching it more, leading your left breast directly into his mouth - licking, flicking and biting.
You were a moaning mess on top of him, moving your hips in a searching manner, hoping to just get a feel of his cock - but there was one problem. Every time your clit grazed his cock, he would wrap his arm around your waist, lifting you higher so it was almost impossible for you to do so.
Judging by the way you would feel his lips curling upwards into a smile along your skin, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had you in the palm of his hand. Your eyes were threatening to close as he snuck his right hand was tracing your slit over the lace material. Hips bucking forward into him as a feather light touch circled your clit. If he couldn’t feel your juices soaking through the fabric before he definitely could now.
“Does my princess like that? Does she like it when daddy plays with her little pussy?”
Knowing that his gaze was still focused on you, you gave a quick nod hoping that it would be good enough for him - but of course it wasn’t. A smack was delivered to your pussy, making your thighs stiffen and jolt upright, pulling your chest away from his mouth.
“Answer me.”
“Yes daddy…I do.”
“Good, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Watching you try on these clothes, just for me to rip them off so I could see what’s mine.”
While he was talking, your body dropped down further and further down into his lap. Thank you Jesus, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he used his pointed and middle finger to apply pressure on your clit while rubbing quick circles.
“How long has it been since you’ve touched your clit? How long since you’ve made yourself cum?”
“Since that one phone call.” You let out in shaky breath, feeling the white heat of your impending orgasm starting to wash over you.
“That phone call from last month?” Jake slows down the pace of the circles, going at an impossibly slow pace.
“Yes.” You state while tilting your head to look down at him, A sigh leaving your mouth - the hot air hitting his face as he continues to stare at you.
“Really?” Jake asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you.
“I’m serious.’ You let out an agitated chuckle.
Tilting his head to the side, he puckered his lips, sticking his bottom lip out as if he was mocking you. “Oh baby, it’s been what? A month and a half?”
“Ja-“
Smack.
An open palm landed against your left ass cheek this time - letting you know to correct yourself.
“Daddy…please.”
“Please what?” He clucked his tongue at you in a teasing manner.
“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.”
“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.” Jake parroted back at you, he was loving every minute of this. His lust blown eyes had a new sparkle to them as he watched you writhing on top of him - your hips jerking back and forth, tears starting to form in your eyes. The frustration of him not letting you get your release was doing a number on you.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes! Yes I do. I’ve been so good. Please, please, please.”
Your sentence was starting to turn into a mantra as his pointer and middle finger were rubbing harsh sharp circles on your clit. Jake whispering ‘Don’t move’ into the valley between your breasts while you heard the slow antagonizing sound of a zipper being undone - taking the hand that was holding you up in a bruising grip, to take his cock out.
With a sharp exhale against your skin, Jake took his left hand, moving the lace material to the side and ran his fingers through your soaking slit. Using those same fingers, he wrapped them around his hardening dick, giving it a few tugs, before removing his other fingers off your clit, pulling you down firmly against his lap. Your eyes widening in surprise feeling his cock nudging against your entrance - threatening to push its way in and divide you but there wasn’t enough movement for it to follow through.
“Earn it.” Jake growled into your ear, his hot breath fanning your face making goosebumps appear on your skin - placing his arms on the back of the sofa, letting you take the reins for once.
Deciding not to waste anymore time, you lifted yourself up enough to wrap your hand around his cock, holding him steady, placing his tip against your slit. Sliding down slowly, every inch of him going deeper and deeper until he was nuzzled up against your cervix. Moaning softly when the familiar burn of him stretching you out was starting to wash over your body - your eyes turning into slits as you grabbed his shoulders to help you steady yourself enough to switch from your knees onto the balls of your feet.
“Fuck.” Jake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting out a soft moan as you lifted yourself off him - going all the way up so just his swollen head was in you before lowering yourself all the way down again.
As you bounced you traced a line from his shoulders to his neck and then back again before deciding to place both your hands on the back of his head. Holding Jake’s head straight so the two of you were staring at each other - both of your cheeks flushed, mouths parted slightly open, you breathing in his exhales as he breathed in your inhales.
“C’mere.” He whispered out in a begging tone, practically begging for more contact with you.
Dropping your forehead onto his, your eyebrows were furrowed together when the waves of pleasure started to take over your body, your legs beginning to shake. The lewd sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy was filling the air. In a flash Jake moved his arms from the back of the sofa to cradle your head in between his palms. Tilting his chin up he met your lips in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth clashing - faces smashed against each other. You swallow his moans and in return he swallows yours.
Jake pulled away to press his forehead against yours, tightening his grip in your hair so you had no choice but to look at him. “Fuck, princess. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”
You nodded the best that you could against him, your legs turning into a trembling mess, the wild look in his eyes was the only thing that was keeping you from giving up on reaching your high.
“C’mon baby, let me have it. I want to feel all of you.” Jake looked deep into your eyes as he spoke - suddenly turning the emotions in the room of a sexual frenzy into a loving atmosphere.
“Let me help.”
Untangling his hands from your hair, he moved them down to your thighs. Placing his hands under the shaking muscle, manually moving you up and down, trying to get you to relax enough to the point where you could succumb to the pleasure. It worked - you feel forward completely, your chest pressed against his, your mouth landing right next to his ear. The small pants leaving your mouth sounding like music to him.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” Turning your head to press your forehead into his hair as your vision started to become blurry.
“I know…you can do it. I have you.”
I have you, you repeated that sentence in your head a couple of times, trying to even out your breathing, trying to ground yourself, but it didn’t work. Every time Jake let out a grunt, you clenched around him involuntarily - he took notice of this. Holding your legs still, he used all the strength in his abdomen to start thrusting up into you, turning you into a moaning mess. Hot tears gathering in your eyes as he hit the perfect spot inside of you - drilling into it over and over again.
“Stop being a brat and fucking cum for me.”
That right there - that sentence caused the rubberband in the pit of your stomach to snap. Tears streaming out of your eyes as your vision started to blur. Pleasure taking over full reign of your body - causing every limb you had to shake. Hearing the sobs of you cumming was enough to make Jake reach his high too. Sitting up straight, he gripped your thighs and pulled you down harshly onto his lap - burying his cock the furthest it can go, moving his right hand up to tangle into your hair, his left hand sliding around your back, trapping your body against him. Jake’s hips thrusting frantically as he cum spilled into you.
He collapsed back into the sofa taking you with him. Both of you exhausted, bodies shuddering against each other and breathing heavily. Jake tracing his left hand up and down your back before settling onto your hip, giving you a couple of reassuring squeezes. Lifting your head off of his shoulder, you took a couple of seconds to steal some glances at the man you were currently attached to. Smiling lazily as he looked fucked out. Sweat making a few strands of hair stick to his face, a soft smile spreading across his features as his eyes were closed and humming a little song to himself.
“What?” He cracked one eye open, peaking at you before giggling.
“Nothing.”
“Mmmhm. Sure.”
Fuck, you needed to put a stop to this moment - your heart was swelling with love with every second that you looked at him. Stop y/n. You can’t do this to yourself.
“I just remembered I gotta be home early tonight. I told Landyn we could go out to dinner.”
You tried to ignore the little dagger of pain stabbing you as you took in the look on Jake’s face. He looked hurt.
“Sure.” He quickly wiped the frown off his face by replacing it with a toothy smile, throwing a wink in your direction. “I owe you a cookie.”
Jake gave a light tap to your ass, signaling for you to get up and start getting dressed. Standing you up, your legs were a little wobbly when you turned around making your way to the dressing room that held your clothes. A deep chuckle stopping you in your place - looking over your shoulder you saw Jake watching you with a cocky smile.
“Need help?”
Scoffing, you faced forward and made your way over to the dressing room, stepping inside of the brightly lit area, placing your hand on the door. When you tried to close the door, you found yourself stopping in your tracks again as you watched Jake throwing his cream button up back on, only fastening the bottom two - stopping as he felt your eyes following his every move. Raising his head up, he gave you a cocky smile again before shooting you a wink. In return you made a scene by letting out a big sigh and slamming the door. Grabbing your clothes off the tiny shelf that was placed on the wall, the mirror caught your attention. Moving your hair to the side, you saw a tiny purple mark starting to show on your skin. Running your finger along it, you couldn’t help but to smile as you thought about the man who gave it to you.
I’m so fucked.
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Bye Bi Steve
Thank you @nburkhardt and @doubleb11 for the ideas on this fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!
Now with a Part 2!
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All throughout his life, Steve has denied his interest in guys. He discredited his feelings for Tommy H. as friendship and placed his attraction to Billy as jealousy. He liked girls, had loved Nancy, so he couldn’t be interested in guys. Steve kept telling himself that all throughout high school, all throughout 1985, up until a random day in the summer of 1986.
It had been a shift just like any other, covering for Robin while she mooned over Vickie at the community pool. Steve was organizing tapes in the romance section in a way he knew would infuriate her when she came back when he heard the bell chime. “Welcome to Family Video, how can I-”
He stopped mid sentence when he saw it was Eddie. His hair was pulled back in a bun showing off the contours in his neck as well as a couple of piercings in his ears. His skimpy black T-shirt that showed off his scars and tattoos in equal measure did nothing to mute Steve’s attraction.
“Hey Big Boy, when do you get off? It’s hot as shit out today and I refuse to go to the community pool with all of the religious zealots and their mothers. Fancy sharing your pool with the rest of us peasants, my liege?” Eddie blinked up at him through his eyelashes.
Fuck, shit, fuck! This was not what Steve needed today!
Fortunately, his outward composure remained calm despite his internal crisis. “I work until 10 tonight,” Eddie groaned but Steve plowed through the interruption. “BUT, I can give you my house key so you can swim. You can bring the kids over and use the pool as long as you watch them, alright?”
Eddie nearly hopped up and down in excitement, “thanks Stevie! I knew I could count on you! I love you!”
He went to run out of the store but Steve called him back, “Eddie! I didn’t give you the key. Here, try not to make a mess please?”
“No promises, Stevie. Thank you!” Then, he pranced through the door and was gone with a squeal of the van’s brakes.
Very calmly, Steve walked to the door and flipped the open sign to closed. Then he turned the lights off and made his way to the dingy floor of the bathroom. It was there that he spent the next thirty minutes on the verge of consciousness, having a panic attack so brutal that he thought it might kill him. His entire life, he thought he only liked girls but just a moment of seeing Eddie looking so hot so effortlessly was enough to unravel everything he thought he knew about himself.
Once he wrapped his head around being attracted to Eddie (he’d seen monsters with faces that opened up like a flower filled with teeth, there were stranger things than finding a hot guy hot), he realized that he needed help. He couldn’t go to Eddie for obvious reasons and Robin was too busy to help him with his crisis. So he did the only thing he could think of… he called Nancy Wheeler.
Using the store phone at Family Video while hiding behind the counter was a low point for him but so was calling his ex-girlfriend to tell her that he might like guys. He waited for her to pick up the phone for what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds.
“Hello, Wheeler residence. This is Nancy.”
“Nance, it’s Steve. Can you come to the video store to talk? I’m kind of having a crisis and I need to talk to someone. Robin and Eddie are busy and I really need to talk to you because I think I might actually be going insane,” he rambled.
“Steve? Calm down, what’s going on? Aren’t you working right now?” Her voice filled with concern as she questioned him.
“Obviously not well! I had a crisis so I shut the door, it’s fine. Can you please come? Please, Nancy?” Steve was begging her but he hoped she wouldn’t hold it against him.
He heard her sigh and then, “fine, I’ll be there in five minutes. Just- hold on, okay? I’m sure everything will be fine.”
And so, he waited for five minutes in a sense of fake calmness. His hands were still shaking with leftover anxiety and sweat was dripping down his forehead from the stress but he was fine. He certainly didn’t jump a foot into the air when he heard a gentle knock on the door. When he peeked over the counter to see a confused and worried Nancy though, he calmed a little bit.
He unlocked the door and opened it just enough to pull her inside before slamming it closed and locking it again. “Steve, are you okay? You don’t look very good.”
He started pacing back and forth in front of her. “Okay so, I have something really important to tell you and it’s kind of a secret? Like if you tell the wrong person, it could get me killed. But I have to tell someone because I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Steve, just tell me.”
“I think I like guys. Eddie specifically, I think I like Eddie.” They both stared at each other in silence. Nancy’s face was blank as she thought over his words and Steve’s heart only seemed to race faster at her nonchalance.
“Okay, is that it?” She asked him.
“What do you mean, ‘is that it’? I’ve been freaking out all day!”
“Steve, it’s okay that you like Eddie. Thank you for telling me and I’m glad you felt that you could trust me with this information. Why are you freaking out about that?” She reassured him.
“I like girls, Nancy! I can’t like Eddie!”
“Why not?” She asked with her eyebrow raised. “No one can tell you how you feel besides you, Steve. If you like Eddie, then you like Eddie. There’s nothing stopping you from liking girls and boys.”
“Nance, you have to be either gay or straight. There’s no in-between.” He said in frustration.
“Yes there is. I read an article about bisexuality, it’s when you’re sexually attracted to both girls AND guys. So if you like Eddie and still like girls, it sounds like you’re bisexual,” she explained to him.
Steve’s eyes widened but his voice was small when he whispered, “and that’s okay? It’s okay that I’m bisexual?”
Nancy gave him a soft smile, “of course, Steve. It’s perfectly fine to be bisexual. And I’m pretty sure that Eddie has a thing for you too.”
Steve grinned at her words and pulled her into a hug that she returned gently. “Thanks Nance, I needed that.”
“Of course. Things may be awkward between us but we’re still friends, Steve. And I meant it, I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell me.”
They talked for a few more moments and by the time she left, he felt a lot lighter. He was bisexual and that was okay.
~*~*~*~
It took a few more weeks of coming to terms with his sexuality before he could tell Robin and Eddie. Both of them had come out to him so he felt safe in the fact that they would support him whole-heartedly. Even then, it came out accidentally while watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show at their weekly movie night at the Harrington house.
“He’s hot, I’m digging the fishnets,” Steve said while throwing some popcorn in his mouth.
Both Eddie and Robin snapped their necks to look at him. Eddie looked a little hopeful while Robin looked offended. “Steve, you can’t just say that. Are you seriously making fun of our favorite movie?”
Eddie’s hopeful expression turned mutinous at her words and he scowled. “That’s not cool, man. We’re trying to share one of the most important movies in queer culture and you’re mocking him because he’s wearing fishnets? What, does that infringe on your fragile masculinity so much?”
Steve hurried to backtrack and set the bowl of popcorn down on his coffee table away from his flailing arms. “What, no! I seriously just think that Tim Curry in fishnets looks hot, I’m not making fun of anything!”
“You’re not gay, Steve,” Robin told him confusedly.
“I’m half gay! It’s called bisexual, it’s when you like guys and girls. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about it, I was still wrapping my head around it…”
“What, you’re serious? Steve, that’s not a thing. Bisexual is what people say they are when they’re so much of a slut they’ll go for anything.” Eddie said, shaking his head.
Steve looked to Robin, hoping to get some reassurance but only received a scathing look in response. “Being bisexual isn’t a thing, Steve. It’s just what people call it when they pretend and try to hurt the people that are actually gay. I can’t believe you would do that.”
“I wouldn’t! I’m serious, I like both guys and girls. I’m not trying to hurt you guys or be a manwhore. I really am attracted to both. I thought you guys would be more understanding,” Steve’s voice trailed off at the end in hurt. He never even fathomed the idea that they wouldn’t accept him. Their support had been guaranteed in his mind so now that he didn’t have it, he didn’t know what to do.
Eddie scoffed, “Steve, you’re just confused. You have to be either gay or straight, there’s no inbetween. And you’re the biggest ladies-man I know. You like girls.”
Steve sighed. He felt like his best friends were attacking him for no reason. He finally found his people, felt safe and loved by them, and then ruined everything by being honest. He couldn’t believe that the people he loved and trusted the most were rejecting him.
“I just told you that I like both. Yeah, I do like girls. I love them, I think they’re great. But I also like guys. I don’t know why you guys aren’t accepting that, especially after I accepted both of you but I think you should leave.”
“Steve-” Robin tried to speak but he cut her off.
“If you guys can’t accept me for being bi, I think you should leave,” he said sternly. To his complete and utter heartbreak, they each picked up their things and walked to the door without another word.
Robin turned around just enough to tell him, “Steve, you’re just confused. You’ll get over it eventually and when you do, give me a call.”
And with that, she closed the door behind her.
Steve didn’t even try to stifle the sobs as the ‘Sweet Transvestite’ song played in the background. He rewound the tape on autopilot, tears streaming down his cheeks all the while. He’d just lost two of his best friends, two people that he’d gone through everything with, just because he was a little too different.
With tears still streaking down his face and sobs wracking his frame, he made his way to the phone perched on the wall. He dialed the Wheeler’s number in a haze and only came back to himself when he heard Nancy’s voice filter through.
“Hello, Wheeler residence. This is Nancy.”
“Nance,” he said, barely decipherable through his tears. “I told Eddie and Robin that I was bisexual and they told me that it wasn’t a thing! They left and I don’t think we’re friends anymore! After everything we went through, they left because I like guys and girls. What is wrong with me, Nancy?”
“Are you serious? They left just like that? Steve, listen to me. Nothing is wrong with you and you are valid in your feelings. Honestly, if they can’t accept you then they don’t deserve you,” She told him seriously.
“Nance, I don’t care if they deserve me or not. They’re all I have. The kids come and go, my parents hate me, and Hopper checks in sometimes but I can tell he has better things to do. Robin and Eddie are the only friends that I have consistently. And you I guess. But if I lose them, I lose everything.” Another sob tore from his throat and even Nancy started to tear up on her end of the call.
“Steve, no matter what, you have me. I know that’s not good enough but I’ll always be here for you. I’m going to go talk to them and fix this. Just relax and maybe call Hopper or one of the kids to come over to check on you, okay? I’ll handle this,” she reassured him.
“Okay, thanks Nance.”
“Of course, what are friends for?” And then the line went dead.
~*~*~*~
Nancy was livid. She couldn’t believe that two members of the Party, two of Steve’s best friends that had been through the same shit as the rest of them, would be so intolerant over who someone else was attracted to. Seeing a giant flesh monster made out of melted humans and a vindictive man that could kill teenagers in their own minds were fine but Steve liking guys and girls was too much? Ridiculous.
As soon as she hung up the phone with Steve, she grabbed her car keys, a cardigan, and her gun then made her way to the Buckley house. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked in front of it so she made her way to the Munson trailer next. Both Robin and Eddie were sitting on the stoop of the trailer and only barely glanced up when she pulled in front of them.
“Um, hey Nance. Can we help you?” Eddie asked her disinterestedly. Although, he became much more interested, and afraid, when she pulled her pistol from her car.
“Get in the trailer.”
“Okay, we’re going. What’s with the gun?” He stammered. Both he and Robin bolted inside the trailer and Nancy quickly followed.
“Nancy, please. We didn’t do anything! Are you being controlled by Vecna or something because you’re pointing a gun at us and we don’t know why. You’re our friend! You don’t want to kill us! Is your favorite song still Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper? I don’t know all the words but between Eddie and I, we can probably bring you out of it. Just don’t shoot us!”
“It’s not so nice to be betrayed by your friends, now is it?” She lowered the gun enough for them to relax before she continued her crusade. “Steve called me in tears today because his best friends, the people he trusted to accept him, rejected him and tried to call him confused when he said he was bisexual. Do you even know how much that hurt him? He called me three weeks ago having a crisis because he realized he liked a guy and didn’t know he could. After I explained it several times and assured him that it was okay, I told him that you guys would accept him. Not only did you guys trample all over his feelings, you’re also making me look like a liar. And I am not a liar.”
“Nancy-”
“No, Eddie! When you and Robin came out to the Party, we accepted you. You were nervous and scared to tell us but we all accepted you because someone’s sexuality doesn’t change who they are as a person. Steve was just as nervous to tell you that he was bisexual and you ridiculed him. What if we had done that to you when you told us? Eddie, what if Dustin had laughed in your face and told you that you had to be confused? Robin, what if Max had yelled at you and said that lesbians didn’t even exist? Whatever you imagine that would’ve felt like, Steve is feeling it right now.”
Tears were dripping down Robin’s face and Eddie had paled several shades. Both of them were at a loss of what to do and neither one could find any words to say.
In turn, Nancy dealt the final blow. “The worst part is that the reason he figured out he was bi was Eddie. You were his bisexual awakening and then you ridiculed him for it. He feels awful now and I don’t know if he’ll forgive you guys for this.”
Eddie’s face paled even further and Robin brought a hand up to her lips in shock. Nancy just shook her head, tucked her gun into her waistband, and walked back to her car. She’d done what she came to do and now she had an ex-boyfriend to comfort.
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choux à la crème — (reader x satoru gojo)
notes: uh. see i have this thing where sometimes i get inspired by objects. or food. that's what happened. sorry, revealing the reader from this fic verse went to the kyoto school. that's because i'm biased myself lmao. i also looked up if there was a beard papa's in dotonbori. and i guess there really is. who woulda thought.
contains: sexual innuendo (licking stuff off fingers, thinking about licking/sucking on fingers)
wc: 1.6k (why is it this long???)
“Oh, hey, hey!”
Gojo’s excited voice reminds you of an hyperactive child, loud and fast. When you think about it, you don’t think there’s really not much of a difference; he's pretty much a gigantic child.
You’d been sent out to Osaka on a mission, and Gojo, for what you can only assume was his own amusement, decided to accompany you. As annoying as it was to have him tag along, his presence made the mission infinitely easier.
Though, you really could have handled it all by yourself.
With the mission all taken care of, Gojo’s taken it upon himself to drag you around Dotonbori like you’re a couple of tourists, eating through the street food the district has to offer. You’d never admit it to him, but you don’t mind it all that much; the food in Osaka is pretty good after all. Then again, as a Kyoto school alum, you might be biased.
You look over to see what it is that’s caught Gojo’s attention and you see him pointing at a Beard Papa’s— a cream puff chain. It's nothing too special; they have locations in Tokyo too, but it's not like you should expect Gojo's indomitable sweet tooth to care.
“We should go get some!” he demands, practically pulling you by the arm toward the storefront. You know when Gojo says ‘we’ he’s really just talking about himself. It’s fine though, you’re not all that hungry after all the other things he’s convinced you to eat.
Then, the warm buttery scent of freshly baked pastries fills your nostrils and you decide that maybe you’ve got room for just one cream puff.
You wait behind Gojo as he puts his order in for some ridiculous number of mini-cream puffs, but when he’s done he turns to you and tilts his head. “What do you want?”
Stunned, you stare at him. You’d fully expected to foot the bill for your own cream puff— he hadn’t covered anything else you’d eaten today so why now all of a sudden?
Sensing your hesitation, he smiles at you, but you can’t help but be suspicious of the random act of generosity. You know he can tell because his expression quickly changes to a pout. “What’s with that face?”
“I can pay for myself,” you say.
The smile’s back now, playful and amused. “I know, but just let me treat you this once, okay?”
You frown. Still not convinced.
“Or, you can just let me order for you. That could be fun! Let’s see…” Gojo whirls around to look at the menu, his expression suddenly devious. As wary as you are concerning Gojo’s intentions here, you know it’s a dangerous play putting your fate in his hands, especially when sweets are involved. “Maybe another two dozen…”
You absolutely cannot eat that many cream puffs. Granted, Gojo probably could eat whatever you don’t, but…
“Okay, okay, I’ll order!” you relent, shooting Gojo a quick glare. As usual, he’s completely unfazed, that stupid smile back on his dumb face. “I’ll get a creme brulee cream puff.”
“Just one?” the kid at the register asks, glancing at Gojo. The sheer size of his order probably conditioned them to think you’d have the same sized appetite.
“Just one,” you echo, confirming the order.
The kid nods and Gojo moves in to pay for everything on his card. You step off to the side and not too long after Gojo joins you, a yellow box filled with his cream puffs in one hand, and a small paper pouch containing yours in the other.
“Here you go!” he says cheerfully, plopping the cream puff into your hand.
You stare down at it, still warm, and then you look at Gojo. His attention is clearly on you, expectant and waiting. “You know you didn’t have to…”
He shrugs, opening the box with his now free hand and tosses one of the cream puffs into his massive mouth. “It’s fine.”
You scowl. “I don’t want to owe you.”
Gojo stops and gapes at you, before saying, sounding completely and utterly scandalized, “Is our friendship really so transactional? I thought you liked me!”
“Shut up!” you hiss. “You know what I mean!”
“Oh… So you do like me! I knew it!”
Gojo’s selective hearing has you seeing red and it takes all your self control to not waste the cream puff he bought you by throwing it at his face. “I didn’t say that!”
“You didn’t not say it.”
“Gojo…” You raise a hand and press your fingers to your temple, hoping to stave off any Gojo induced headaches.
He laughs and says, his voice light. “It’s no big deal, you know, it’s just one cream puff.”
You sigh. He does have a point. Not like he’s breaking the bank over it. “...I guess.” Pause. “Thanks.”
He grins. “You better hurry up and eat that— it tastes best when the sugar on top is still warm.”
You nod and pull the paper back to take a bite. Unlike regular cream puffs, this one is collapsed, the pastry forming something akin to a bowl where all the cream filling sits. Over the top of the cream is a layer of hardened sugar, torched so it’s dark brown and caramelized. Looking at it now, there’s no way you’re going to be able to eat this without making a mess.
“If you’re too full from everything else, I’ll gladly eat it,” Gojo teases, reaching one hand toward your cream puff, his fingers wiggling menacingly like he’s going to steal it.
“Just give me a sec!” you snap, swatting at his hand. Might as well go for it. “Thanks again.”
You shove your face into the cream puff, the sugar top crunching as you bite down. As expected, it gets messy, and even with the paper packaging, you manage to get cream on your fingers. You consider taking a second to clean them off, but now that you’ve taken a bite, the cream puff’s structural integrity is quickly failing. If you don’t finish it fast, you’re going to have a larger mess on your hands.
Literally.
Hurriedly, you shove the rest of the cream puff in your mouth, ignoring how some of the filling smears across your cheek. Once the cream puff is gone, you crumple the wrapping in one hand and inspect the other. The mess isn’t as bad as you thought and you lick the remaining cream from the pads of your fingers. It’s a bit uncouth, but it’s not like Gojo will care.
At least, that’s what you think, but when you look at him, he’s clearly gawking at you through the material of his blindfold, his hand hovering awkwardly near his mouth like he’d just tossed in a cream puff, but hadn’t moved to grab another.
Confused, you tilt your head. “Gojo?”
The sound of your voice seems to startle him out of whatever daze he’s in and reaches toward you, his voice low as he smirks, “Missed some.”
Right. Your cheek. You quickly reach up and, with your thumb, wipe the cream toward your mouth. Your tongue darts out, swiping over your thumb as it laps up the remaining cream. For good measure, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
Gojo’s hand drops to his side, limp. And though you can’t see it, you just know he’s staring again. Why? And why does it look like the tips of his ears are a little pink? Could it be that he’s… blushing?
Why?
“You… okay?” you ask tentatively.
“Yeah!” Gojo replies, and you think his voice actually sounds a little strained. “Totally okay!”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely!” he insists. “In fact, I’m so okay, that I’m going to share some of my cream puffs with you. Aren’t I so nice?”
“Gojo, I don’t actually— mmph!” you start, but he won’t hear any of it. He reaches into his box and shoves a cream puff straight into your mouth. It feels like it nearly explodes on contact, the sweet vanilla flavor coating your entire tongue.
“The cream puffs from here are so good, right?” he asks, his voice louder than usual. He’s not wrong, but you don’t know how he expects you to answer; your mouth is still kind of full.
Once you swallow, you try to speak. “Gojo, really, I—”
“Here! Have another!” he says, stuffing yet another cream puff in your mouth before you can even finish your sentence.
Now, he’s just being ridiculous. You quickly chew at it until it’s small enough for you to gulp down. This time you don’t even think about tasting it. He’s got another one prepped, ready to thrust it in your mouth, but you move out of the way. “Gojo, stop. I don’t want any more.”
His hand goes completely still. Disturbingly still, you realize. Gojo’s always moving, wiggling, fidgeting, as if he’s got too much energy for his stupidly large body to handle. To see him stop moving... It’s weird. It’s almost wrong.
You don’t know what comes over you, especially when you just said you didn’t want any more, but you lean forward and wrap your mouth around the cream puff he’s holding. The corners of your lips brush against his fingers and a strange feeling runs down your spine and straight to the deepest pit of your stomach. You think of trying to swallow the cream puff whole. You think of lingering there, letting your tongue trace the shape of his fingers. You think of—
You pull away from him, refusing to look him in the face as you finish this cream puff. Once you swallow, you say, quietly. “You’re right. They’re really good.”
Gojo is quiet. Oddly so. But then, he laughs, way too loud as he says, his voice still strained. “Told ya so.”
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#jjk x reader#gojo x y/n#nikuniku fics#i bought 4 cream puffs last night#and i ate them all#and now i want more#i want to have an endless supply of cream puffs#having another moment of#did i write gojo right?#i will continue to worry and fret over it for the rest of my life.#infinite loop!verse
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Bubblegum Kisses: Koby x F!Reader
Tags: nsfw, fluff, "there's only one bed" trope, dry humping, penetrative sex, accidental creampie, and accidental ruined orgasm
Koby rehearsed the scene repeatedly in his mind as he approached the meeting room. He would attend the briefing, maybe offer a few words to his superiors afterward, and then leave.
That was the plan.
He had to follow it this time.
When he pushes open the grand doors to the meeting room, he tries his best to only look for his chair and keep his eyes down, but, yet again, he can’t help himself. As soon as he takes his seat, his eyes scan the room.
And they finally stop searching once he sees you talking with some high-ranking officers.
His eyes rake over your features; your soft-looking skin, beautiful eyes, and fantastic figure are all he can focus on. ma
Ever since you started attending these meetings a month ago, he couldn’t help but be distracted! He would usually zone out, thinking about how he would approach you or his opening line, only for him to dip out of the meeting room and never say a word to you.
If it wasn’t painfully obvious, he had a massive crush on you. However, he knew he shouldn’t pursue it.
After all, you were a relative of Sengoku. And while he was no longer the Fleet Admiral and your relation to him was distant, it would still be messy for him to become involved with you.
He tries to clear his head, shake it off and all that, but his heart starts to race when your eyes meet his from the other side of the room.
He looks away quickly, trying to appear as though he is busy with something else, but when he peeks at you again, he notices you walking his way,
His heartbeat is in his ears as he perspires; surely you weren’t coming over to him. He continues this game of his, eyes glancing back and forth between you and the table in front of him.
But as you come closer, his face grows red and his head dizzy.
And when you finally sit next to him, well, he almost faints.
“You’re Captain Koby, right?”
“Uh, y-yes-“
Koby almost dies of shock when you take his hands in your own, your eyes wide with excitement, “It’s a pleasure to meet such an amazing hero!”
Koby clears his throat, trying his best to be polite, “W-Well, I’m not all that special; it’s really all thanks to Vice Admiral Garp and his training-“
You hold his hands even tighter, leaning in as you heap on the praise, “You’re too modest; You saved so many lives at the Rocky Port Incident, and-!”
You’re quickly silenced by Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, who clears his throat, ordering the start of the meeting. You smile at Koby and release his hands, turning to give Sakazuki your full attention. Koby just stares at his hands in awe.
The meeting is about general things: where to deploy ships, major incidents that recently happened, and the ever-growing list of dangerous pirates.
Koby is intently listening before he feels something graze his thigh. He jumps and hits his knee on the table, causing a few eyes to glance his way. Koby gives an apologetic nod, trying to eliminate any awkwardness, but the remnants of confusion and disapproval from the others who noticed are still there.
Looking at his lap, he sees a tiny, folded piece of paper. He glances back at you, who is eagerly waiting for him to unfold it.
He gives a timid smile before picking up the paper, unfolding it before reading a simple sentence:
“These meetings are so boring, aren’t they?”
He read it a few times before finally registering what was happening. A blush creeps over his cheeks, and his chest tightens as he tries to play it cool.
Eventually, he starts mentally drafting his response. He takes a pen from his jacket pocket and begins to write back.
Folding it along its previous creases, he slides it back to you.
You two pass the note back and forth like this for quite some time, and it’s clear that some people notice this exchange. But nobody says a word, not wanting to interrupt the Fleet Admiral.
Little giggles and snorts are kept quiet as you two exchange written words, the conversation flowing naturally. You give your name, and while Koby already knew it, he didn’t want to say so for fear of sounding like a creep.
Though, what he didn’t know was why you were attending these meetings. They were for higher-ups, and you didn’t fit that description.
When Koby asks, you answer gladly, explaining that your role would soon be assistant to the new Fleet Admiral. These meetings were just to prepare you for everything that was to come.
After getting the topic of work out of the way, you two talked about yourselves on a more personal level. You discussed hobbies, interests, and things of that nature.
As the meeting comes to a close, you pass the note one last time. Koby unfolds it and furrows his brow as he reads a string of numbers, followed by: “Let’s talk some time!”
Koby’s eyes bulge, and his face turns scarlet. He goes to look at you, but when he does, your attention is strictly on whoever is delivering the final words.
He pockets the letter.
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That was months ago, and since then, word had spread of you two communicating outside of work often. People had spotted you both getting lunch, enjoying time by the beach, and generally being a bit too close to each other (though it was usually you initiating the close contact)
Rumors began to fly, and eventually, they made their way back to Koby. Sometimes people would say you were just friends. Other times it was lovers. And sometimes, it was partners.
Koby was greedy and wanted them all to be true.
But he had an internal struggle; he wanted to ask you to be his, yet he was always warned to never date within the Marines. Work relationships growing romantic always complicated things, and he didn’t want to make things messy. It was something he had been mulling over endlessly, many sleepless nights caused by this dilemma.
But tonight, he knew he had to say something when he saw you under the gate of Sabaody Park clad in a cute, short dress and Mary Janes.
He would confess to you; it was decided.
He just needed to think of when.
“Koby!” You called, waving your arms, “Over here!”
When he reaches you, you do a wide spin, your dress’s skirt twirling, “What do you think?”
“You look great!”
Koby almost leaves it there, but he gets a sudden idea.
“But you know, something’s missing…”
You tilt your head, and Koby reaches behind his head, untying his bandana before placing it behind your ears, tying it behind your head like a headband.
“There!” He steps back and admires you again, “It matches your dress perfectly.”
Your smile radiates warmth, and your fingers hover over the new accessory, “Oh, thanks!”
Koby’s heart pounds when you reach for his hand. While you always held his hand, it never got old for him.
“Let’s go!” You exclaim, dragging him towards the gate, “I’m gonna totally crush you at these carnival games!”
“Oh, we’ll see about that!” He laughs, following your lead.
The day turns to night quickly. You weren’t sure how long you had been there, but the fun you shared made the time fly by all too fast.
After riding the biggest rollercoasters and eating enough junk food for the year, you both make your way to the exit. You hug a plush that Koby had won for you in the shooting gallery and skip happily along.
Koby’s chest tightens as he watches you walk ahead, your dress swaying with the motion of your hips. His heart hammers to the beat of your steps, the clicking of your heels and his internal drum creating a frantic rhythm.
His mind races as he parts his lips and shuts them once more; he’s hesitant to say what he wants, but eventually, he works up the courage to speak.
“Hey, uh,” Koby clears his throat, causing you to slow down and look back at him. He stiffens up and stutters a bit, “I had a really fun time tonight-“
“Me too!” You say cheerily.
Koby wants to say more, to say how he wants the next time to be an actual date or that the next time you hold hands, it’ll be as partners, but your voice cuts through his hesitance.
“And,” you lean in, balancing on your heels, “There’s more fun to be had!”
You grab his hand and guide him along the path that leads out of the park.
He decides to hold off on his confession a bit longer.
Koby laughs as you tug him, “Where are we going now?”
“Just wait; you’ll see!”
Eventually, you two approach a massive building. Koby tilts his head back to observe it thoroughly. The gigantic structure is pale, with countless arched windows and balconies. Silhouettes from the inside are illuminated by dazzling lights as they glide around the interior. At the top is a blue roof, and the corners of the building are decorated with smaller dome-shaped summits.
“Ah, what’s this?” The pink-haired man asks, following your lead as you proceed.
“A hotel!” You beam happily, “I hear they have an amazing restaurant, and I wanna get room service!”
“O-Oh,” he laughs nervously, “You reserved a room?”
“Is that bad?” You crease your brows with worry and stop in your tracks, “I thought you’d like some time away from that marine ship and the food.”
“N-No, I appreciate it!” He reassures you, and your sad-looking face brightens immediately, “I just, well, what are the arrangements like? Are we sleeping here or…?”
You nod, “Yeah! Don’t worry. Some strings were pulled, so it’s not terribly expensive or anything! And it’s only for the night; you can go back to your duties in the morning.”
As you turn back around, continuing to guide him, Koby’s mind races with varying thoughts, some more vulgar than others, as he imagines sharing a room with you for the night. Of course, you’d be in separate beds, but a man can dream, right?
As you both approach the grand doors, a man out front scurries to open them, inviting you inside. The pale floors are perfectly polished, and your images reflect across the smooth marble. The lounge has many plush-looking couches, with little wooden side tables for guests to leave their drinks and pocket-sized trinkets. Koby watches as people wander around the space, some pointing upwards to admire the large chandeliers that dotted the ceiling.
Koby appreciates the fantastical lounge while you bounce ahead to the receptionist, sorting out the arrangements and grabbing the keys quickly. When you return, you squeal happily, presenting the keys to Koby with delight, “We’ll be pretty high up, so we’ll have an awesome view! Come on, let’s go see it!”
The trip to the room makes Koby’s heart race, and his palms begin to sweat. Being alone in a hotel room with you… it was too much for his heart to handle. And, when you reach the door and unlock it, all the impure thoughts bubble to the surface because in the large room sat only one bed.
“Oh!” You exclaim, “There must’ve been a mix-up. I swore I asked for a two-bedroom suite…”
“W-Well, we should get this fixed! I can go back downstairs and-”
You walk into the room and sit on the bed, slipping off your heeled shoes, “It’s alright! I don’t mind sharing a bed.”
“B-But-!”
Koby protests but you just laugh, “It’s fine! Really! Unless the idea makes you uncomfortable?”
“I-It’s not that. It’s- well-“ Koby stutters uselessly, trying to find a way to express why he wants to change rooms. But when he sees your cute face and confused expression, he decides he can handle this if it’s just for one night…
“It’s nothing,” Koby grins reassuringly, “Let’s just order that food and get some rest, okay?”
You give a wide, toothy grin.
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“Oh, that was so good!” You exclaim, throwing yourself into the fluffy bed, your head hitting the pillows.
Koby sits on the edge of the bed, nodding in agreement, “Much better than what we eat on the ship, that’s for sure!”
“But all this food is making me kinda sleepy…” you yawn, rolling over onto your side so you are looking at the pink-haired marine.
He smiles softly and rises from the bed, “Go ahead and sleep then…”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, “Where are you going?”
“Huh?” He looks at the bed and then back at you, “Oh, I’m just going to sleep on the floor. It would be rude not to give you the bed and-“
You pout and reach your arms out, “Nooooo, stay in bed with me.”
His face turns red at your words, and he laughs a bit, “No, I shouldn’t-“
“Why not?” You huff, crossing your arms, “You’d sleep next to Helmeppo if you had to share a bed.”
“That’s different.”
“How?” You protest, “I’m your friend too.”
“Well, it’s different because- well- because-“Koby stumbles through an excuse hopelessly, trying to formulate something quick.
But you’re quicker.
“It’s because I’m a girl, isn’t it?” You whine, “C’mon, it’s only weird if you make it weird.”
“I-I’m not making it weird. I’m just, ah, well-“
“I’m not going to do anything to you if you’re worried about that-“
Knowing you, you didn’t mean that sexually, but the implication makes Koby’s face hot.
“N-No, I know that- I know you wouldn’t! That’s not- it’s not-”
“Then what is it?”
Koby’s chest grows tight as he’s backed into a corner. He can’t lie to you, so he timidly whispers, “I just… really like you…”
His heart is in his throat as his feelings are finally released into the universe. The room feels as though it’s spinning, and Koby’s brow becomes wet with sweat as he waits for your response.
“I like you too.” You say bluntly, “But isn’t that why we should be able to share a bed?”
He shakes his head, “N-No, you aren’t understanding.”
He inhales deeply before continuing, “I… really like you, and it would be wrong if I slept next to you with those feelings in my heart.”
Koby babbles as you sit up and rise from the bed, approaching him slowly.
“It would be perverted and messed up, and I couldn’t take advantage of your trust like that-“
You press your finger to his lips, silencing him effectively, “And like I said, I like you too…”
Koby is stunned when you let out a little giggle, leaning in so your lips are mere centimeters from his.
“And I’d love to share the bed with you.”
Koby’s throat goes dry, and his lips quiver as yours are so tantalizingly close.
And, without further hesitation, he closes the gap.
You gasp in shock as he kisses you. It’s sudden and desperate, his lips pressed against yours with a strangely assertive force. His hands rest on your hips, and your face burns at the intimate touch.
He quickly breaks the kiss, “S-Sorry, I should’ve asked to do that. Please, forgive-“
You cut him short with a kiss of your own, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him with a fiery passion. The young man is taken aback by your boldness, but he melts into the kiss, bringing you closer. Your chest presses against his body, yet you feel you’re not nearly close enough.
You slide your tongue over his lips, and he jolts in surprise. He parts his lips, gliding his tongue over yours. When you moan into his mouth, he feels his cock harden in his pants.
And you feel it too.
Koby is the first to pull away again, and he looks at you in embarrassment, “Sorry about, um, that. I-I can’t really control it-“
“It’s okay.” You smile sweetly, your hands trailing down his chest.
He groans softly, reaching for your hands as if to push them off, “God, I don’t think I can control myself like this.”
“What do you mean?” You ask softly.
“When I kiss you, it makes me excited, and- and I don’t think I can trust myself to be a gentleman if we do that again, so please- please,” he pleads with you, “Tell me to stop-”
You look up at him innocently, your lashes fluttering as you say the words:
“But I don’t want you to stop.”
And with that, his restraint snaps.
In a flash, you’re lifted off the ground and pressed against the wall, Koby’s lips attacking your neck now. He licks the exposed skin, placing firm kisses along the damp trail.
His hands are grabbing at your ass, massaging and kneading the flesh, and your legs are wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer.
You moan when you feel his growing bulge prod against your clothed pussy, your warmth growing wet. And when he begins grinding against you, you grip his shoulders tight.
Your lips find each other again, and the reunion is frantic, your mouths desperately moving against each other. Your tongues dance, and your saliva mixes, your combined sounds echoing throughout the room.
When you grind your hips against him, he bucks desperately, trying to gain as much friction as possible.
“Shit,” he hisses under his breath, “That feels so good-“
“Can we… do it without the clothes in the way?”
Koby nods, your wish sounding like music to his ears. He carries you to the bed and lays you down slowly, his hands sliding up your thighs to your panties.
He peels the garment off slowly, watching your expression to ensure you aren’t having second doubts. But you bite your lip excitedly, spreading your legs even wider.
As Koby fumbles with his shirt and pants, you slip off your dress and bra, leaving you only in his green bandana. You crawl further up the bed, your head resting against the pillows as he settles between your legs. Your eyes travel to his exposed cock, the organ twitching above your entrance.
He leans forward to kiss you again, his muscular chest and solid abs pressed against your soft body. A moan bubbles up from your chest as he hooks your legs around his waist, his cock sliding effortlessly between your soaked lips.
He grinds against your slit, his tongue exploring your mouth as he rocks back and forth, his member twitching and pulsing.
In a sudden twist, you roll him onto his back and take charge, pinning his shoulders to the bed as you grind your hips into him.
“Oh,” he laughs breathlessly, “You’re so bold-“
He brings his hands to your hips, guiding you as you rock your wetness against him. You press your forehead against his, your eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and his lips.
As your movements grow more desperate, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you further onto him so the pressure is more intense.
Your new lover begins to lose himself, his grip growing tighter and his soft grunts turning into full-on moans as his cock aches, desperate to cum.
Though your hips grow more frantic and without meaning to, you take his tip inside.
“Oh shit-“ he gasps, “Wait, wait- we shouldn’t- I don’t have a condom-“
“You can just pull out, can’t you?”
“Mmn, but,” he weakly protests, clearly not even convincing himself, “It’s dangerous-“
“I’ll just take the tip,” you smile, “It’ll be easy to pull out in time that way.”
“Alright,” he nods, “Just the tip. T-That should be fine…”
Koby bites his lip as you slowly begin riding him, your walls enveloping his swollen, pink head. He grips your hips but tries not to force you down too much lest the whole thing slips in.��
But god, did he want you to take every inch of it.
The urge to fuck you only grows as you take a bit more than you promised, more slowly slipping in each time you move downwards. Koby knew you didn’t mean to do this, but it drove him crazy.
And when he watches your face contort in pleasure as you rub your clit, your breasts jiggling with each little thrust and bounce, he feels his self-control going out the window.
You two move your bodies together like this for quite some time, but when you part your lips to call his name, he can’t resist anymore.
He’s only human.
In one smooth motion, he forces you down onto his cock, burying himself balls-deep in your cunt.
“Koby-!” You squeal in surprise, your eyes fluttering as he filled you up, “But you said-!”
“I changed my mind-“ he grunts, “I-I’ll still pull out, promise-“
He wastes no time destroying you, his hips slamming upwards and his hands holding your hips in place. You squeal and moan loudly, but Koby’s grunts closely rival your volume.
“So wet-“ The young captain moans out, “A-And tight- Oh god, you feel so good-“
You mewl at the praise and fall forward, your body resting against his as he fucks into you. You bury your face in his neck as he pummels your inner walls; you’re shocked at how rough he is, but you love the feeling.
“Koby! Oh-!” Your voice grows louder still, your words shakily coming out, “A-Ah, it’s so deep!”
Your squeals become louder as his hips piston in and out, his rhythm becoming less consistent and more erratic.
Loud creaks sound out as the force of his thrusts rock the bed. Your moans and his grunts drown out the sound, though, as the headboard slams against the wall.
His cock batters your cervix, his sensitive tip mashing your deepest walls. Your insides begin to twitch and tighten, your orgasm fast approaching.
“I’m cumming-!” You warn him, and somehow, someway, his hips snap upwards even faster, causing you to almost faint when you finally reach your climax.
He fucks you through it, only slowing once he’s certain you’ve ridden your high to completion.
You pull yourself off his cock, his shaft coated in your slick with a thick ring of cream built up around the base. Your legs are shaky, but you sit back on your heels, your eyes glued to his still-hard, red cock.
“You didn’t finish yet-“
He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling, sweat glistening over his naked body.
“No, but I still have energy to spare,” he laughs, “if you want to keep going.”
You smile and lean forward, resting on his body as you take his lips with yours. You two kiss, his hands traveling all over your body, his thick fingers eventually settling in your hair as yours grazed his chest.
Koby flips you over so he’s on top now, his cock rubbing against your slit as it did before.
“Ah, wait…” he perks up, grabbing a spare pillow and placing it under your ass, “I hear that makes it feel better for you..”
You watch with curious eyes as he runs his thick head over your needy clit, your parts effortlessly slipping and sliding against each other thanks to your cum lubricating his cock.
He prods your hole, teasing you for a moment before slowly sliding in, only stopping once his balls are pressed flush against your ass.
You let out a pleased sound as he rocks his hips, his pace much more controlled now. His eyes meet yours, and he holds your hip with one hand, the other holding your hand.
He dips down to kiss you, and suddenly, his hips roughly snap forward, drawing a gasp from you.
He pulls back and does it again and again, the headboard of the bed knocking into the wall once more, your moans filling the room. The creaks and lustful sounds create an intimate, filthy song that continues for what feels like hours.
“You sound so good,” he rasps against your lips as his hips more at a steady pace, “So pretty- oh my god- you feel so good- fuck, I love you so much-“
Koby leans forward and captures your lips again, his thrusts becoming less consistent and more erratic as he approaches his climax. You grip his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as you enjoy the ride. His moans grow desperate, his cock twitching eagerly within you.
“I’m close-“ He pants out, “Oh fuck, I’m close-!”
He moves to pull out, but he’s too late, his first rope of cum shooting inside your pussy.
“Shit-!” He hisses, hurriedly pulling out. You watch as his balls tighten and his cock bobs excitedly, rope after rope decorating your lower stomach. You felt terrible as you had no doubt his orgasm was ruined by the sudden interruption.
He pants as he stares down at you, watching the white sticky seed oozing out of your cunt. It slowly starts to sink in what he’s done, and he begins to panic, running his hand through his hair as he curses under his breath.
“It’s okay,” You try to comfort him, “There’s a store downstairs in the lobby. I’m sure they have some, um, emergency contraception.”
Koby considers your words and calms himself, taking deep breaths before nodding, “Y-Yeah. Yeah- you’re probably right.”
He quickly adds, “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I promise I’ll pay for it. It was my fault, so it’s only right-“
You can only laugh, “Don’t worry so much. It’s okay. Just… hold me before we go downstairs.”
Koby smiles and takes you into his arms, his warmth, and steady heartbeat making you feel safe.
“So uh,” he clears his throat awkwardly, “The answer is probably obvious but I just want to make sure: we are officially a couple now, r-right?”
You giggle, “I would like that… Would you…?”
“O-Of course!” He says excitedly, tripping over his words, “I would love nothing more!”
And you kiss his cheek with a smile.
#cream's fics#captain koby#one piece#one piece smut#fanfiction#x reader#Koby#koby x reader#captain koby x reader#Koby one piece x reader
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I don’t care what other people say about them they are both trans and autistic to me
#cookie run ovenbreak#cookie run#stollen cookie#strawberry cream cookie#my lil goobers…#stollen had surgery n stuff but strawberry cream used to just wrap really tightly#until stollen yelled at him (out of concern)#she bought him the miku binder#small edit: I want to make this a fic but my charger tablet just died#another edit: this is PLATONIC please don’t tag it as ship
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just once i'd like to see a pregnancy fic where the happy ending is the relief the characters feel after the abortion lol. just once.
#blake said#fandom#pregnancy mention#abortion mention#if you write or read pregnancy fics i'm so happy for you lol#but it grosses me out and i hc my blorbos as deeply NOT wanting children#where are the taking reader to planned parenthood and getting ice cream afterwards fics?#the this near miss brought us closer together fics and the near miss is a baby not death lol
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Fluent Freshman - Part 16
PREVIOUS
Sweeties is very busy tonight but they get a table relatively quickly. He sees some people looking at their group all dressed in the ‘required’ attire for going out to Eden’s and reminds himself that maybe it’s for the best that people remember him tonight. It MAY help the police find his body in a shallow grave somewhere if they can piece together his last few hours.
Nicky stops by the salad bar and grabs three packs of crackers. He hands one pack to FF who just stares blankly at it before shrugging and figuring his stomach needs something so he opens the pack and just eats the crackers.
Nicky looks at him with an abundance of fondness that he doesn’t understand but shakes his head and hands a laminated menu over to him to order dinner from. “I know you’re not drinking but you still gotta take your meds before we leave.” Nicky reminds and FF nods. He reaches into his pocket to confirm that they’re there and feels something cheap and plastic.
Oh god, he forgot to take his Happy Meal Toy out of his pocket. No one needs to know that.
He shoves his hand into his other jacket pocket and the sandwich baggy with his single dose for his Ulcer is right there.
He starts to look at the menu when he realizes that everyone else already knows what they’re going to order since they apparently come here regularly. He tries his best to never be a regular at any place where they can see him and repeat his order back to him (Hello CVS girl, yes thank you for holding some Pepto for him. No he is very brand loyal and would not like to try Tums thank you.)
FF stands behind the art of the panic pick.
He has cultivated this ability over his many years of panicking. He can look at a menu and pick an item that might not be the thing he most wants on that menu it is something that he can eat or drink. Then while he has that pick queued up and ready to fly if a member of the waitstaff comes over before he’s actually read what’s on offer he has his panic pick.
A place like this has GOT to have a burger.
He finds it under the sandwich section easily enough and now he has his panic pick as he peruses the rest of the menu.
The waitress comes far faster than he had anticipated and slams waters down at each of their spots. “What can I get you?” She asks and before anyone says anything Nicky and Aaron slide over the two packets of crackers that she takes before looking at the empty packet in front of FF, “Just two?” She asks.
WHAT KIND OF CODE IS THIS?
“Just two.” Nicky says grabbing his trash and handing it over to her.
She shrugs, “Anything else on the menu I can get you boys?” She asks.
They all make their orders and Nicky, bravely, steps in to remind him he likes his burgers well done when the waitress asks.
“Sorry, I should have warned you.” Nicky laughs bumping his shoulder against FF’s “This place has this stuff called cracker dust, it gets you high but it’s not addictive.” He says.
Every single 80’s PSA goes off in FF’s head all at once.
NICKY “FLIPS TURTLES BACK ONTO THEIR FEET” HEMMICK DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HOW THE ‘JUST SAY NO’ ADS HAD SAID HE WOULD.
There’s not a trench coat! He wasn’t even wearing a hoodie with the hood up! There’s no sunglasses! Nicky had given him a baggie for his ulcer meds but IT WAS A SANDWICH BAG.
“I see.” He says out loud.
“Do you wanna try some.” Aaron asks. He double checks and yeah Aaron is still in the same club clothes he had left the house with. He has on a hoodie but the hood is down.
He does as any 80’s teen sitcom protagonist does by the end of the episode.
“No thank you.”
He thinks Mr. T would be happy that he said No. That ad had been especially nerve wracking as a kid when Mr. T ‘shakes some sense’ into the camera.
“Alright, no worries. Neil and Andrew don’t do any either.” Nicky says quickly.
The drugs come with the food and Nicky and Aaron pocket them before handing over cash to the waitress who just counts it right there. He focuses on digging into his burger and realizes it has jalapeños on it but Nicky volunteers to eat them with his nachos and lets the conversation weave around him as he polishes off his burger and takes his ulcer meds. “Oh cool, hand me the bag so I can keep our stuff in there.” Nicky makes a grabbing motion with his hands and FF just hands it over.
He zones out as he eats his fries. He wonders if Great Gran is upset watching him or if she’s happy that he said no to drugs. Maybe he should have said yes, then he could at least be blasted out of his mind when Andrew dragged him to the basement.
Well, it’s too late now.
The waitress comes and clears out their plates but picks up her notepad and pen again. “So, what ice cream do you boys want tonight?” She asks and looks straight at FF.
But FF is prepared.
Ice cream places are easy. His panic pick is a given, it’s Vanilla. Every ice cream joint has it so he barely even notices how his heart rate kicks up to 190 BPM and his palms grow instantly sweaty.
“Vanilla.”
“Sorry Hun, we’re fresh out.”
OH GOD. QUICK, SAY SOMETHING ELSE.
“Surprise me.”
NO YOU IDIOT SAY CHOCOLATE.
“Surprise you?”
RETRACT, IT’S NOT TOO LATE.
“Yeah. Surprise me.” He repeats and he can FEEL Nicky vibrating with laughter next to him.
“Alright Hun, I’ll surprise you.” She winks at him and he blinks back at her.
The rest of the table all order (They’re all normal people who order strawberry (neil), the special with chocolate (Nicky), Lemon Sorbet (Aaron), and Brownie Fudge (Andrew).
“Surprise me.” Nicky whispers to him.
“I panicked.” He whispers back.
“Yeah obviously.” Nicky snorts but pats him, “It’s fine. The worst is you might end up with Pistachio or something.” He pats FF on the back.
FF likes Pistachio and the world loves to make FF suffer.
“Here you go hun. We just got this in, it’s Mango.” She says setting down two scoops of a bright orange ice cream down in front of him, “With a little surprise.” She winks again as she sets the other ice cream down.
They all get started.
Why is the Ice Cream kind of spicy?
He eventually puzzles out that the waitress has served him a Mango and some kind of pepper (probably habanero) ice cream. She smiles when he thanks her for the surprise, tries not to let it show how much the spice is KILLING his stomach let alone the acid of the mango.
Andrew has his eyes narrowed on him and he’s sure the man doesn’t want him to make a scene at a place that seems to be a frequent haunt for the family. So he eats every last bite and ignores how his lips tingle.
“Ohhh it must have been good. Maybe we should get you her number.” Nicky says looking at his empty bowl.
“No, I’m good.” She was pretty but considering the acid currently swirling in his stomach she probably thought he was an asshole for asking for her to ‘surprise him’. Even if that wasn’t the case, what if she thought it’d be cute to serve him this spicy ice cream as a cute couple thing? His stomach can’t take that.
“Aw man you’re no fun.” Nicky pouts.
They pay for their meals and the waitress hands him his receipt with a wink. He nods back at her before shoving the receipt into his pocket next to the Megamind toy. “Have a good night.” He says.
“You too Hun.” She says.
They head out for Eden’s and in a way the ice cream is a blessing because his stomach hurts enough that he barely even notices his anxiety about being at the place where Andrew most certainly is going to stab him at least once by the end of the night.
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#fluent freshman au#I swear they're going to be at Eden's next time#The Ice Cream discourse made me laugh enough that I ended up writing about Sweetie's instead lol#The majority of you looked at my boy and saw Vanilla and you are not wrong#The Waitress: Marge those boys brought someone new and he's funny. He told me to surprise him for the ice cream flavor.#Marge (manager): Well what are you going to surprise him with?#The Waitress: Well he got the burger with Jalapenos so he must like spice. We got that new flavor in right? Can I dig into early?#Marge (Manager): sure#Andrew watching Nicky and Neil whisper and bump shoulders: I'll definitely show him the Speak Easy once Nicky and Aaron are fucked up#I would like to thank my buddy Kim for helping me workshop the most damaging ice cream flavor to FF#Originally was googling weird ones but truly few could be worse for his tummy#And he left his tried and true pepto at home. This really isn't his night#AFTG#AFTG AU#AFTG OC#AFTG Fic#AFTG shitpost#my fic#FF - PT. 16
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sunny [ft. w.yx]
pairing : bsf classmate!nicholas x reader genre : fluff :( cw/tw : kissing + a littol suggestive wc : 0.7kish !
drowning under the weight of unsaid words and hidden feelings was something you'd made your peace with.
falling for your best friend, nicholas, who just so happened to be a classmate was not the best decision ever; but you have been dealing with it rather decently all these years.
so maybe it'll all work out just fine.
is what you thought, mere minutes ago.
everything was normal then, both of you were trying not to fall asleep in a particularly boring class. the harsh yet very welcome RING! of the school bell jolted you awake; and of course you wasted zero time in grabbing your bag and making your way out of the classroom.
but when has nicho ever let you leave just like that?
a "where'd you think you're goin'" and a sharp tug to the strap of your bag as you're pulled back by none either than your best friend.
he reminds you that you have cleaning duty that day with a much too gleeful expression..
..and that's how you find yourself leaning against a desk, zoning out to thoughts of him and how the afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows perfectly lighting his features aglow..
the loosened tie, the rolled up sleeves, the small smile playing on his lips as he says something.. wait he's talking to you.
"you're not exactly subtle you know?"
you find yourself unable to think of an appropriate reply, instead choosing to hide behind a simple roll of your eyes.
he lets out a laugh at that, making his way towards you, "i didn't expect you to be so careless.."
at that, you can't help but gulp because yeah it's not like you're not physically affectionate towards each other but something about this moment is.. decidedly not platonic.
nicho's hands rest on the edges of the desk, his face just a little too close for comfort. he's effectively trapping you against it; seemingly completely unaware of the effect this is having on you.
when he speaks up next, voice barely more than a whisper, you feel his lips hover just above yours, "or is it that.. you're just too distracted by someone..?"
something shifts right then. a certain obvious tension shrouds you and it's as if the two of you are the only people in the entire universe.
your hand reaches to tug on his collar, tentatively, with a considerable amount of hesitance; but the way his eyes meet yours - you swear you can see the sun, the moon, all the galaxies in those eyes - leaves you reeling.
you're not sure which of you closes the distance between your lips but you can't really bring yourself to care at all.
not when nicho's lips press against yours impatiently, eagerly. like he's been waiting for this. yearning for this, just as much as you.
especially not when your stomach is busily turning upside down like its life depends on it; all the while your best friend allows one of his hands to tangle into your hair, effectively deepening the kiss.
you'd do this forever if you could, but the unfortunate need for air causes you to push him away.
and oh the way his face looks the absolute picture of debauchery, of indulgence; what with his heavily lidded eyes, flushed face, and delicately swollen lips.
he looks like the prettiest mess ever.
you find yourself unable to deal with all the thoughts that suddenly flood your brain. this is what you've been dreaming of for ages. but nicho is your best friend. best friends do not do this.
his hand moves to gently cup the back of your neck, then; bringing you forward to capture your lips in another kiss, this one vastly differing from the previous.
tender, languid movements as if you have all the time in the world. his soft skin is hot to the touch but if it's him you wouldn't even mind burning.
you feel all your doubts slowly die down, a lingering warmth spreading in their place as you find his other hand on the desk and intertwine both your fingers.
notes : @chiiyuuvv love youuu + ACCIDENTALLY ALMOST DELETED THIS ADN FR CRIED FOR LIKE 30 SECONDS + i lowk thought of sunwoo while writing but shhh + water related metaphors for reader n sun/fire related metaphors for nicho = symbolism loml ! + shoutout to this post and this post couldnt have done this without em + [m.list]
song rec : sunny by rocco <3
#order's up~! 📋⋆𐙚#ice creams.♡︎🍧#1st n 3rd pics by end-hyphen + div by plutism#andteam nicholas#&team x reader#&team reactions#&team imagines#&team fluff#andteam fluff#andteam imagines#andteam scenarios#andteam reactions#andteam x reader#and team#andteam#nicholas andteam#&team nicholas#&team#nicholas &team#andteam fanfic#andteam fics#wang yixiang#&team fics#nicholas#kpop x reader#kpop imagines#kpop
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I couldn't finish this on time (and just in general) but it'll do!!! Finally figured out Crosses design and changed Dreams a bit.
Dream belongs to: @/Jokublog
Cross belongs to: @/ Jakei95
#undertale#sans#undertale au#utau#utmv#sans au#dreamtale#dreamtale dream#dream sans#dream!sans#xtale#xtale cross#xtale sans#cross#cross x dream#dream x cross#cream ship#my art#fanfic#the lost light fic
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