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Building Castles in the Sky
cw. pre!release, gn!reader, step 2, hurt & comfort
pairing. tamarack x reader
notes. this has been in my head since the step 2 demo inclusion first popped off and with frederick and nichole's design and info being released, i wanted to write this even more. i have so many OL thoughts but i wanted to get this one out first
It starts when you hear the tell-tale sound of pebbles hitting the rails of your window.
It's a school night, Thursday to be exact. Or at least it still should be, it could be Friday now. And while you're no fan of Riverview Peak High, every high school student loves Friday. Once those school bells rang, you'd be free to spend the rest of your weekend as you chose.
Maybe you'd laze around in bed all day.
Or maybe you, Tamarack and Serenity will spend a good chunk of it together, gossiping all the while.
The tinge of sleep had just begun to take you when the sound of soft clicks against your window started up. Sleep had left you easily in exchange for warm excitement, there's only one person you knew who hit the rail of your window that accurately.
You climb out of bed and open your window, unsurprised to see Tamarack sheepishly waving at you in the darkness. You wave back with a smile of your own.
Even if it was dark with the moon barely visible through the clouds, you feel like you can still see every feature that makes Tamarack Baumann 'Tamarack Baumann'.
You know she's wearing her dark blue pajamas covered in moons and stars. You see her berry-red eyes and even if it is dark you know her hair is still shining the autumn gold it's shone ever since you were children. Tamarack Baumann is one who has been painted in the colors of autumn ever since you were children, maybe even from before you've known her. You've loved her from the very start.
"I met a girl I'm gonna marry!" You remember telling your mother the very first day you moved to Golden Grove. While your mother brushed it off as puppy love in her amusement, that vow exists even now.
Tamarack Baumann is going to be your wife one day.
Thoughts of weddings and old promises are swept to the wayside when you see Tamarack's gesture to a pair of paper cups in her hand. You nod and prepare for her accurate-as-always toss. The cups were her idea when you were still young elementary schoolers and Tamarack was more wild child than nervous.
4 years later, you have yet to grow out of them.
When the cup that has your name crudely written across it in fading crayon reaches your hand, you smile fondly. "Why hello, Miss Baumann," you begin poshly yet softly, much like how Qiu used to format their introductions. "What are you doing up this fine autumn evening?"
Her giggles are music to your ear, "why I could ask you the same thing."
"This isn't about me," you chuckle softly. Maybe you found yourself a bit distracted playing Pokemon White Version to fall asleep. The grind to become the very best like no one ever was never stops, not even on a school night.
A comfortable silence falls over you both and you sigh, content. Until you notice Tamarack's fidgeting, her index finger and thumb rubbing against her hair. A nervous tick you've noticed since you were 11. "Is something up?"
"No, everything's okay," Tamarack replies almost immediately. It's a bit too quickly for you to be reassured in any capacity. "I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all."
"Tamarack," you look at Tamarack from where you stand, slouched over your window sill. You see her clearly even if she's mostly obscured by the gloom of the night. You know she is wearing her dark blue pajamas covered in moon and stars. You know her shining autumn gold hair is pulled into pigtails with soft, pastel blue bobbles. And you know her berry-red eyes don't have their usual shine. "What's wrong?"
There's a pause and you see Tamarack shuffling, unsure. You remain silent, patient as ever while you wait for your friend to find her voice.
"My parents are coming to visit," Tamarack says at last, voice thick with emotion. Your blood feels as chilly as the autumn wind. Six words packed with more pressure than any unsuspecting person would realize. "I heard Omi arguing with them on the phone again."
Tamarack's living in the cozy town where everybody knows everybody has always meant to be temporary. It's been that way from the very beginning, noticeable even when you were young children.
Tamarack's room has never been her room. It's just where she sleeps at her grandparents'.
The house she has spent the past 4 years living in is just that, a house. Not a home.
Because at some point in her stay, Tamarack's parents will come to Golden Grove and take their daughter back to the big city. The only reason she hasn't yet is simply because something always came up in the pursuit of her parents' academics.
Frederick and Nichole Baumann are anxiety-inducing anomalies in the peaceful life you've built in Golden Grove. They are scholars first and foremost and that takes precedence over everything, even their own daughter to a considerable extent. They love Tamarack, you know this. It's why they had her in the first place, that's how parents work.
Mr. and Mrs. Lin wanted a child to love so they had Qiu.
Your mother wanted a child to love so she went and made it happen on her own, no partners needed.
Dr. and Dr. Baumann, as they insist on being referred to, wanted Tamarack too.
So the logical part of your brain knows it's fair for them to decide on a whim if they want to take Tamarack back. At least, that's the conclusion you forced yourself to come to after listening to your mother and Mrs. Lin talking about the Baumann family drama in private. Tamarack is the girl you know you'll marry in the future but she isn't yours, not truly.
She can't be taken away from you if she wasn't really yours to begin with.
Yet it still hurts to think that one day you'll wake up and that will be the day Tamarack's parent decide is the day. That you'll see their car you now know fearfully to well after so many visits and see Tamarack's bags being shoved into it. That the last time you'll see Tamarack in person, it will be Tamarack waving tearfully from a car window while you try not to cry yourself.
If that thought is scary for you, you know it's doubly terrifying for Tamarack who grows more and more unsure of her place in Golden Grove each year. Does she adamantly demand to stay in Golden Grove when she knows it's meant to be temporary? Does she leave with her parents even if she doesn't feel like that's the right choice either?
This is the fork in the road she's been stuck choosing between since she came to Golden Grove. Which path should Tamarack Baumann take if she herself doesn't know what she wants?
Tamarack loves her parents and she loves her Omi and Opa. But through the Baumanns, you've learned sometimes loving someone isn't enough to make everything magically better.
The sound of Tamarack's choked sobs only serve to make you more sure of your theory.
"I'm coming over," you tell her.
"W-what?" Tamarack sniffs in surprise, but you're already throwing your cup back in her direction and running to grab your shoes.
This isn't the first time you've snuck over to Tamarack's home and this likely won't be the last. So you stick your leg over your window sill, cautiously stepping on the asphalt shingle roofing of your home, lowering yourself enough that you can drop to the ground. You ignore the minor ache of your ankles and press on. Leaves crunch under your feet and you shudder from the sudden lack of warmth.
Once you reach the tree on the side of the closest to Tamarack's side of the house, you carefully climb it. Every placement of your hand on the cool bark familiar, every knot you push off against as stable as it was the last. All until you finally reach Tamarack's window where she's made room for you to let yourself in.
You latch onto each other, the chill of your favorite season still in your bones but the warmth of Tamarack's body against yours is an immediate neutralizer.
Her fingers dig into your back with a frightening grip, nose buried in your shoulder, "what if it's serious this time?"
"It doesn't matter," your voice is more sturdy than you actually feel. Your palms are sweaty and your mind is racing a million miles per hour, your heart even more so. You hope she can't tell how nervous you are as you try to be brave enough for the both of you. "We promised, didn't we?"
Back when you were 10 and you saw Tamarack's loneliness bare and raw for the first time.
Back when the sky cried alongside her.
"I care about you and you care about me," you hug Tamarack tighter. "And it doesn't matter how we change or how old we get, we won't leave each other behind. Not even if you have to move somewhere else." It would be hard but you would make it work. Maybe if Tamarack moves, your mother will finally be compelled to buy you a cellphone.
You'd call and text everyday and count down the days until her next weekend visit. The weekends where it's impossible for her to come to Golden Grove, you'd simply go to her even if it means begging your mother weeks in advance.
"You promise?" It isn't so much a question as it a desperate plea.
"I've got you," you promise, resting your head against hers. If Tamarack is a princess, you are her knight. It's what you decided you'd be a long time ago. "I've got you."
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If I had to pick a favorite lead in OL2, it would have to be Tamarack no question. So if I'm going to enter into the Halls of Writing OL fic, it's gotta be with her
Frederick and Nichole are hot but damn they are terrible parents, I look forward to seeing how they rebuild their relationship with Tamarack in the game!!! And Imma need Tamarack's grandparents to start holding their son more accountable it ain't just Nichole U.U
Anyways, I personally hc that my MC's room faces Tamarack's and there is at least one window they use to communicate. Yes, she has a stash of pebbles saved just for getting your attention
Feel free to spam my inbox with OL stuff I need more people to talk to about it
#look she's writing#our life#our life: now & forever#olnf#our life x reader#ol x reader#tamarack x reader#tamarack baumann x reader#tamarack baumann#my in-laws are hot but man are they terrible parents#there is so much room for growth tho and i look forward to seeing how they develop between steps#sparkling leaves
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no thoughts- just Logan smoking some big ass cigar at any given moment.
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#james logan howlett#marvel imagine#marvel bts#heâs actually just a big âolâ cat#i want to snuggle him#iâm delusional#i need him so fucking bad#like literally#WOOF WOOF BARK BARK#sorry i got a little carried away there#yeah heâs so fine#heâs so pretty#i love his fluffy hair#smooch#marvel boy#marvel men#i love you hugh jackman#hugh jackman#wolverine#wolverine x reader
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i feel it coming, babe
technically the sequel to a little less conversation this is yet another piece for girlies (gn) with bad sex experiences <3 remember sometimes it takes more than once to get it right honeys :D 12k words, fem!reader, MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+
Okay so, youâll admit, you might be beginning to get it.Â
A smidge. AÂ pinch.Â
Itâs justâ well, how are you not supposed to understand it? How can you not get the thrill and fervour over sex when itâs with Steve and he looks like that. All golden tan skin and hazel eyes that look at you like he might eat you whole andâ and he treats you likeâŠÂ
Like there was never anything wrong with you.
Even after that balmy afternoon spent in his sheets, with his mouth between your thighs, pulling noises out of you that youâd never even heard before, heâs been so perfectly so. Not pushy, yet still that lingering hunger you can see simmering beneath his skin, hidden in the flex of his fingers.Â
Part of you almost worries, a little niggle burrowed in the back of your mind, that it was all a fluke.
That nothing had really changed all that much between youâ that the next time things start getting heated, the chemistry wonât be there. Or itâll be weird and off, or you will be, and really, you were probably lucky to have that first time with Steve so good but you canât expect that again.Â
But then⊠there is one difference at least, to combat all your swarming thoughts a fluke. The kisses.Â
When you think of Steve Harrington and his playboy past, you canât say, of the words tossed around in the high school corridor, that clingy is something that comes to mind. Not that he had been described as anything other than charming⊠but you donât mind pleasant surprise of coming to learn this about Steve.Â
It means kisses all the time.Â
On your hands, scattered across your knuckles, when heâs dropping you home from a date. Kisses pressed to your hair and forehead, when heâs scooching past you, when heâs saying hello and his hands are busy, when you sit between his legs on the sofa.Â
He kisses your shoulders, up along the curve of your neck just to see if itâll still make you laugh a bit when he finds that ticklish spot beneath your ear. Adores sweeping back your hair to plant a kiss against your skin with the sweetest little âmwah!â so quiet you donât think youâre meant to hear it.Â
And your lips⊠you donât think theyâve ever been so kiss-bitten in your life.
One night with Steve can leave them blooming with colour, all the blood beneath them rushing with pleasure as he kisses your mouth soft â sometimes hard, sometimes sweet, always maddeningly.Â
He greets you with a kiss always, one hand curled gently around your chin to tilt it up perfectly. And always after, a grin spreads across his face, brown eyes crinkling and pink lips barely restrained his joy.Â
âHi, sweetheart.â Heâll always says, or some variation.
Which, yeah, thatâs new too. Sweetheart. You havenât quite figured out how to not melt to a gloopy gooey mess when he says it just yet. Itâs a damn good thing that your boyfriend is a gentleman and he politely doesnât comment when you fluster, only gets the smallest hint of a smirk.Â
For all your past worries about not kissing him for fear of leading him on, you hadnât realise quite how much you were depriving yourself of affection. Steveâs certainly turning you greedyâ and heâs all too happy to sate your appetite for it.Â
Today, itâs drizzly. The colour of the sky is a bright ashen grey, enough to warrant a headache and inspire a day inside. In the distance, you can see the thunder clouds rolling in and bringing a blanket of shadow with them.Â
They reach overhead much quicker than youâre expecting and youâre barely a block out from Steve's house before the rain starts coming down.Â
Try as you might, raincoat tucked tight around you, youâre still a bit drenched by the time you make it to Steveâs doorstep. One freezing finger presses the door bell. A chime sounds inside.Â
You rub your hands together to try warm them as you wait, cringing at the whisk of wind that twirls your hair up and about. Your hands shoot up and you nervously flatten the wild strands back downâ right as Steve opens the door.
Heâs got a towel around his neck, one hand scrubbing it into his wet hair. Judging from his ruffled t-shirt â put on in a rush and exposing his tummy â heâs just got out the shower. He looks surprised but happy to see you.
âSweetheart, hi-hoooooly shit,â He sticks his head out the door, eyes wide as he takes in the weather. His hair flicks as he turns back to you. âDid you walk the whole way from your house? In the rain?âÂ
Your shoulders form a meek shrug. Before you can speak, his hands are on your shoulders, tugging you inside, across the doorway. He kicks it shut behind you.Â
âChrist, honey, whatâd you do that for?â His hands fret a little bit, rubbing at your shoulders. He gently picks a piece of hair thatâs stuck to your cheek, placing it behind your ear.Â
âI mean,â You start, a little confused. Your hands tighten on your overnight bag, wringing the handle tightly. He knew you were coming over, right? âI thought weâ on the phone, we made a plan?âÂ
Steve breathes a soft laugh. âYeah, weâve got plans. But I wouldâve come got you instead of making you walk through the rain. Câmon, what  kind of boyfriend do you think I am?âÂ
His use of the word boyfriend still makes you glow. You smile, nope, you grin all cheesy â and it doesnât help at all when Steveâs hands trail down your jacket to hold your own. He wiggles the handles of your bag out from your frozen fingers and drops it behind him gently. His hands dart back to cover yours.
âDear god, I think youâre about two minutes from losing a finger.â His eyebrows have scrunched together in worry. He brings your hands up to his face, cupped in his own, and blows hot air on them. It tickles but you canât stop smiling.Â
He pulls them back, rubbing his thumbs over your icy fingers and peers down at them. Your heart coos at his concern.Â
âWhatâs the verdict doctor?â You jest, making your voice all breathy and dramatic. âAm I gonna make it?âÂ
Steve frowns harder at your hands, his face serious when he tilts it back up to face you. âIâm afraid weâre gonna have to amputate.âÂ
You gasp dramatically.Â
Steve grins. He runs over your hands once more, one of his fingers creeping up your wrist, trying to find a ticklish spot. You squeal a little, trying to pull back but he holds your hands firm in his own. He continues his serious voice.Â
âMaâam, Iâm sorry but itâs your whole arm. Weâre gonna have to chop it right off.âÂ
His fingers are half way up your sleeve, making it bunch up and youâre laughing so much itâs warming you up much faster than him blowing on your hands. You push his hand away playfully and Steve relents, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âOkay, okay, you got me.â He grins. âIâm not a real doctor.â
You laugh again, reaching up to tuck back your hair thatâs fallen forward in your squirming. âUh huh, a real doofus is what you are.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes endearingly, his hands reaching out to snag your waist this time. He tugs you closer. Your feet stumble and when you press against his chest, youâre delighted to find heâs very, very warm. You're definitely soaking his shirt a bit with your coat but if Steve cares, he doesn't say.
âJust realised I didnât properly say hello,â He murmurs, a little quieter than before.Â
And when one of his hands moves up and curls beneath your jaw, holding your chin gently, you know whatâs coming. If you werenât already holding your breath in anticipation, he probably wouldâve stolen it with his kiss.
His plush lips are soft and with a loving little hum, he kisses you.
All the lights around you look a little dewey and heart-shaped when Steve pulls back â though it may be just your own lovey-dovey eyes. You sigh without meaning to, all honeyed and sweet, and Steve softens immeasurably at the sound.Â
âOkay,â He shifts his hands back down to your hands, rubbing them lightly. âIâm not kidding, even your lips feel frozen. Dâya wanna take a quick shower just to warm up?âÂ
Something about you flushes at his suggestionâ a runaway thought about getting in his shower, it getting steamier and steamier, especially with Steve slipping in to join you halfway. You clear your throat to push away the thought and focus.Â
Your hair is wetter than youâd expected, sticking to your neck in cold tendrils. A shiver zips down your spine. All your scandalous thoughts aside, it sounds like a pretty good idea.Â
âYeah,â you nod gingerly. âYeah, okay, it wouldnât mind the warm up.âÂ
Steve steps back, bending down to scoop up your bag deftly. He holds it for you as you unbutton your coat as quick as you can with your frozen fingers, shivering in relief as you shed the drenched layer. Droplets of rain spray in the rustle. Your coat finds a home on a peg beside the door.
Itâs comforting how easy it is to follow Steve up the stairs, drinking in his cosy attire from behindâ gone are his usual tight fitting jeans. Instead, heâs donned what you guess is his pyjamas; a plain ringer tee and red, plaid, and long flannelette pants. His feet are warmed by fluffy socks that have reindeer prancing about the fabric. A flash of his tan ankle makes you stumble for a moment.
Steve trades your overnight bag, with a smile and a promise to keep it safe, for a pillowy white towel, soft as ever. He leads you into the bathroom off his bedroom, depositing your bag on his bed along the way.Â
His fingers find the switch for the heated towel rail and while you fold the towel over it neatly, heart humming in content at being taken care of, Steve starts the shower. He sticks one hand in, holding it under the spray and grimacing at the coldâ until the chill slips away beneath the steamy hot water.Â
âAlright,â Steve says, pulling his hand back. He gives it a little shake, droplets splattering on the tiles. âAll ready for my best girl.âÂ
He gives a cheesy and charismatic smile as he wipes his hand dry and if you were brave enough, you might give him a little thank you kiss for it. You arenât just yet â but when he moves to slip by you, you halt him with a soft hand on his torso.Â
âThank you.â you say, quieter than you intend. You push on the balls of your feet and plant a quick peck onto his cheek.Â
Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch. Steve looks like he melts a bit, lashes fluttering as he sucks in a sharp inhale. Turns out neither of you are getting any closer to getting used to the affection. Itâs sweet to know it goes both ways.Â
âIâm gonnaââ Steve breathes, his hand drifting up, his index finger pointed out to the door. âIâll be nearby if you need anything. Or if you fall. Just like, uh, yell- or scream. Orâ you know what, youâve taken a shower before.âÂ
He stumbles out towards the exit, pulling two awkward thumbs-up over his shoulders. The door swings shut behind him, closing with a quiet click.Â
Your clothes pool to the ground, a trail leading towards the shower as you move with haste. Though youâre sure the Harrington's wonât notice, you donât want to waste the hot water.Â
The heat soothes youâ swathes of relief washing down your body, picking up every piece of ice in your skin and sending it swirling down the drain. It doesnât take too long to get back to warm and toasty.Â
Still, when your eye catches on it, you canât resist. Steve has a body wash that smells heavenly. You pick it up, flick back the cap, and take a whiff â just to check itâs the one thatâs been infiltrating your very dreams. Steve, even on a daily basis, manages to smell so good it drives you close to delirium.Â
Youâre more than happy to steal it for yourself today. You take another sniff of the bottle in your grasp, just to inhale it with a sigh. The sweater he let you borrow the other week has the exact same smell; a musky perfumed scent, with a hint of bergamot.Â
You dollop some in your hand and lather it all over. Properly cleansed and throughly warmed up, you let the final suds whirlpool down the drain before shutting the tap off and stepping out. The fluffy porcelain coloured towel is toasty in your hands as you pluck it off the rail.  A sigh in appreciation comes out as you dry off, twisting it around yourself.Â
Itâs as you stand there, refreshed and smelling of Steve, in just a towel, do you realise youâve forgotten to bring in clothes to change into.Â
On his bed, Steve sits idle â because what else is Steve supposed to do when youâre in his shower? When youâre naked in his shower. Naked in his shower and probably using his soap and lathering it up down your body and on your boobs andâ oh my god, soapy boobs andâÂ
Steveâs pulls himself from his thoughts with a rapid shake of his head, just in time for the bathroom door to rattle open and your shining face to peek through.Â
You look a little flushed, maybe from the heat, or from the lack of clothing. Steve can see your bare shoulder, his eyes tracking a drop as it rolls down your collarbone. None of this helps his runaway thoughts.Â
He stands up without thought. Then he realises how strange he might look, like a dog standing to attention.Â
âFeeling boober?â Steve says, like an idiot. Heat floods his face as he realises his flub. âBETTER! Are you feeling better?âÂ
Heâs thankful that you at least laugh, a pretty sound that you tuck behind your hand. You have the nerve to wiggle your eyebrows at him, a far cry from the confidence heâs come to expect from you in the past. Steve canât denyâ he adores it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
âGod,â Steve groans. He shoves his face into his hands and turns around, his back to you. His words are muffled over his shoulder. âDonât even ask me that right now.âÂ
Another laugh titters out of you. Steve canât resist peering over his shoulder. The steam curls out through the gap of the door, leaving dew on your skin. You look ethereal, like a dewy angel from a dream.
âAlright,â you relent playfully. Youâre fighting a smile and losing, badly. Steve yearns. âCan you please pass me my bag?âÂ
This next time the door opens again and you step out, thereâs less tantalising skin to tease Steve and his wandering mind. Thereâs still a flash of wet skin, the curve between your shoulder and neck. Steve wants to lick it, kiss it, devour it til the skin beneath is riddled with the bruises of a lover.Â
For a moment, youâre simply admired â Steveâs eyes on you, adoring and soft, as you creep out the bathroom like you donât want to make too much noise.Â
You notice in your absence Steve has cajoled a little tray table into his room, tucked up at the foot of his bed. Atop it sits a chunky television, antennae sticking up in perfectly straight lines. The ones at home on yours are slightly warped from all the readjusting.Â
âHey,â Steve says. Heâs on the bed this time, and while he doesnât get up this time, he sits up straighter as you emerge from the bathroom. You put your bag down, abandoning it by the door and try to quell your nerves.Â
Steve, unless heâs somehow obtained x-ray vision and hadnât told you, canât see the nice matching set youâve got beneath your comfy clothes.Â
He wonât see itâ unless this night goes where you think it might, where you hope it might, but even still, the thought manages to make you fluster.Â
âHi.â You say back, voice closer to a whisper.Â
The bed sinks beneath your weight as you climb on to situate yourself beside Steve. Heâs all soft corners and crinkled eyes, his arm raised up in an instant for you to tuck yourself under. Even warmer in his arms, your heart delights when he gives you a little squeeze.
âAlright, movie time!â The television at the foot of the bed pulls Steve away from you. He unwinds his arm enough to crawl down the bed. The grey ringer shirt he has one slips forward a bit and at your angle, you can catch more than a sliver of his tan tummy.Â
Without thinking, your thighs press together tightly as heat flares between them. You can trace the alluring wiry trail of hair with your eyes until it disappears into his pyjama pants, continuing out of sight. A part of your wants.Â
You want to see where it goes, want to curl your fingers into his waistband and work it downwards, you want find out if the moles go all the way down his thighs like you hope they do.
Hunger sinks its teeth into your skin; a hunger youâve been getting more and more familiar with.Â
âOkay, pervert,â Steveâs cheeky remark shakes you from your thoughts and you start to stammer. Heâs clearly caught you staring. âCanât say I blame you for oglingââÂ
âI was notââ Â
ââ because I have been told before that I have a very distracting and attractive behind.âÂ
You sputter and despite your best efforts, a little laugh splutters through as well because well, yeah, heâs not wrong â but your brain is stuck on repeat with something else entirely.Â
Tummy, tummy, tummy, the hair on his tummy, the hair leading down into his pants. Â
âYeah, uh huh, okay, Harrington,â You slump back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh, clearly teasing. âIf you say so.âÂ
The television flickers to life right as Steve lunges back towards you with all the energy of a labrador puppy. He squishes down onto you so quickly that you actually squeal in surprise.Â
âOh, Iâm back to just Harrington now?â He pouts, squeezing even closer to you. Youâre laughing, flattened beneath him in a way that you canât even wiggle your arms out. Heâs draped across you dramatically. You trust him completely.Â
âItâs your name, isnât it?âÂ
âI thought my name was,â He leans closer and kisses your neck. âBoyfriend. Or baby. Orrrrrr,âÂ
He kisses up your neck and onto your cheek. His hazel eyes are bright, crinkled in his grin so much that his lashes kiss in the corner. He kisses your nose. âHandsome.âÂ
âMmmhm,â you revel in the never-ending affection, glowing from the inside with happiness. You wiggle your arms to make Steve push himself up, just enough to free them from being smothered against your chest. Free to roam, your hands find the sides of his face.Â
âWhat aboutâŠâ You begin. Steve watches you closely, evidently gleeful from the touchiness of your hands. He pushes into your palm, turning to kiss it fast. âMy snookums.âÂ
You exaggerate the word, your voice going all sugary to butter it up. You watch as emotions ripple across Steveâs faceâ the twitch in his nose as he tries not to outright frown at you. How polite he is.Â
Itâs only as he catches the grin spreading across your face, wicked and just loving watching him squirm at the terrible pet-name, does he catch on to your jest. A sigh of relief and a chuckle whooshes out of him at once.Â
âOh, thank God youâre joking.â He drops all his weight into your waiting hands, grinning when you let his face flops forward into your chest. His words are completely muffled as he speaks into your chest. âThat couldâve been serious grounds for a breakup.â
You huff a laugh and nudge him up best you can. âYeah, alright, drama queen. Your movie is starting.âÂ
Steveâs head pops up, his head twisting back towards the television like he had forgotten about its existence until you had mentioned it.Â
âOh true,â He says. He pushes up off you to sit himself up, shuffling back so instead you can lean on him. Re-situating his arms around you, Steve hums absentmindedly as he throws a leg over you, tangling it with yours. Thoroughly intertwined, you both sink back into the pillows.Â
The credits roll up and off the screen, the first five minutes of the film whisked away while you and Steve were settling down. Now, the opening scene begins, the grainy picture on the screen buzzing as it plays the VHS.Â
You get approximately two minutes of silence, your and Steveâs heads turned towards the television, until distraction kicks in.
You do your best to ignore it as his head turns towards you, your eyes still focused on the screen, but all your attention runs to Steve. He nudges a little closer to you, his nose pressing into your temple and right as you realise heâs smelling you, he saysâÂ
âDid you use my body wash?âÂ
You freeze.Â
âIâ was I not supposed to?â Your voice comes out a bit weaker than intended.Â
Steve lets out a soft noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, only worrying you further. He starts to shift around a bit, retracting his leg back an inch, his nose no longer nudging close along your temple; all actions that contrast his assuring words.Â
âNo, no, no, itâs fine, youâre fineââ Despite his words, he shifts again. His hips shuffle backward, one of his hands moving down subtlety as he can to fuss with his pyjama pants.Â
It takes about two more seconds for you to get it â clued in by Steveâs suddenly scarlet cheeks and his embarrassed expression.Â
Your mouth drops open a bit unwittingly.Â
âAre youââÂ
âYes.â Steve grates out. He abandons fixing the growing tent in his pants to cover his face with his hands, rolling slightly away from you. You can feel the heat of his embarrassment radiating off him. His words are slightly muffled from behind his palms.Â
âIâm so sorry. I didnât meanâ I didnât even realise that was something that got me going until, like, right this second.â Â
Itâs adorable that heâs so flustered and that heâs apologising. Youâve never had that happen before. Youâve never had someone so conscious of how it might seemâ never someone like Steve who doesnât seem to come with any expectations.Â
A thread of relief jolts through you. It reaffirms what you already know; anything you want to do will be done on your terms.Â
And with his eyes covered up, if you glance down at his pants for good hard lookâŠ. well, thatâs between you and the universe.
âSteve,â your fingers curl around one of his wrists, tugging it gently. You try to coax his face out of hiding, your smile somewhere between giggly and endeared. âItâsâ itâs okay, really, you donât have to apologise. Iâ I mean, Iâm honestly flattered.âÂ
Steve deflates a bit, torn between relief and his still persistent concern. He had made a committed plan that he wouldnât make any moves until you initiated it first and yet, here he was, like every other male in Hawkins. Popping a boner the moment you settle down to innocently cuddle. God, heâs the worst!
A pout forms on his lips. He wishes he could rewind the last 2 minutes and spend the whole movie holding his breath.Â
âWhat is it about the body wash?âÂ
Your question takes him by surprise, given the way his other hand drops off from covering his face. He blinks up at you, cheeks still with a hint of cherry red.Â
âI- I dunno.â He admits. âLike I said I didnât even realise thatâŠâÂ
Steveâs cheeks flush with colour again. He clears his throat. âThat would have that effect on me.âÂ
Something within you preens, a fire stoked by his honest admission; a zing shooting down your spine because you donât think you will ever get used to hearing how Steve wants you.
âWell,â you begin, the word more timid than you hoped it would be. You clear your throat and cast a glance at the television, feigning casualness. âIf I was the causeâŠâÂ
You let your hand come up, brushing across his warm tummy. Look up at him through your lashes, hoping, praying it looks sexier than youâre feelingâ which is somewhere between flustered and foolish.
Still, Steveâs throat bobs. You watch his eyes dart down to your lingering hand, an inch or so above his waistband.Â
âMaybe, I can be the remedy.âÂ
A tiny groan scrapes out of Steveâs throat, like he would love nothing more. Even so, he pins you with a sincere look, hazel eyes burning into yours.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â He assures you. âI meanââ He coughs awkwardly. âIt will go away, uh, in time.âÂ
âIâm aware how it works, Steve.âÂ
âOh, are you?â Steve jokesâ laughing when you wallop him in the chest. He grabs your hand, stopping your assault mid-motion with a cheeky smile. âOkay! Okay, I deserved that.âÂ
He releases your hand and you let it fall onto his chest. Nerves prickle beneath your skin but with them is something new, something youâve only gained since your time with Steve; anticipation.Â
Steeling your anxiety, you let your hand trail down his chest slowlyâ enough time that he could halt you before you embarrassed yourself. But he doesnât. Steve watches you closely, his chest rising and falling a bit harder as your hand nears his waistband.Â
This time, you donât stop. You let your fingers brush over the tented fabric hesitantly, torn between wanting to watch your hand or to see his face. As confidently as you can, you palm across his bulgeâ feeling the heat of his hard length thickening up under your hand.Â
Steve groans lowly.Â
You look up at him as you rub him softly, taking in his large pupils and pink lips. Heâs watching you too, his eyes darting between your face and the hand on his cock.Â
âIs this okay?â You check. The movie crackles on in the background, idle noise. Steve nods quickly, a curl of his hair falling down onto his forehead.Â
âYeah,â He says, voice breathier than it was a minute ago. You try out a harder rub, beginning to feel out the shape of his cock, and you curl your fingers around it. Steve groans again, a little bit louder, his eyelashes fluttering.Â
Still, he composes himself enough to ask, âIs this okay for you?âÂ
âHmmm,â you draw out the noise, the smile on your face giving away your faux-thinking. You squeeze him again, right as you murmur, âMaybe make that noise again and Iâll see.âÂ
But any noise he makes is captured in your mouth as he surges forward, one of his hands curling up under your jaw. His fingers slide into your hair and his lips are sweet and soft, hungry for more against your own.Â
You canât help but melt under his kisses, body relaxing into the sheets as you let yourself be kissed breathlessly. A warmth pools deep within your chest, drooling down into your stomach. Anticipations sinks in. Your thighs rub together.Â
Losing the nerve and the focus, your hand slips up to cup at Steveâs hipâ but if he cares, he doesnât show it. Instead, he takes it as a cue to press forward, leaning his weight onto on his elbows to hold his weight as he shifts up, his lips never leaving yours.Â
Itâs one smooth motion, the way he slips a leg between your own, his body held up and hovering above yours. He kisses, slow and languid. You ache. Your lips havenât ever been so kissed before.Â
It isnât until his thigh shifts up and presses just right do you notice it properly â unable to swallow your shallow gasp, lips halting against Steveâs as a bolt of pleasure blooms deep in your gut. Your eyelashes flutter, a shadow of embarrassment threatening your cheeks.Â
âSâokay?â Steve whispers, not relenting any of his closeness. His lips brush yours.Â
You nod gently, a quiet hum sounding in your throat. Youâre not entirely sure you can form words right now. Not when it feels like your heartbeat is everywhere â when you can feel the heat between your legs, the tightness of your nipples as they peak, the undeniable thrum of lust building within you.Â
And certainly not when you can feel Steve, his hardness pressed up against your thigh, his pupils bigger than usual. Theyâre ringed in that hazel you loveâ a colour that might be your new favourite ever.Â
Fuck, youâre in deep. What an incredibly sappy thought to have while youâre getting hot and bothered. Did Steve think that way about you too? Think about the colour of your eyes while he kissed your mouth?
âIâŠâ You finally find your voice and Steve pulls back a couple inches so he can see you properly. His eyes dart over your face adoringly, his lips rosy red from all the kisses and quirked into a smile. He looks at you as if youâre everything.Â
âI want toâŠâ You say, unable to find the words to finish your sentence. Embarrassment winds up inside you, ready to spring free but Steve seems uncaring at your hesitance.Â
âYou wanna what?âÂ
He kisses the corner of your mouth with a hum. Endlessly patient. Somehow your stomach churns a little faster at that. Nerves stand up on their end, a thousand uneasy prickles over your body.Â
âI want to.â You say this time, firmer. âDo more.âÂ
It still sounds too mousy coming out and you see a flicker of something on Steveâs face.Â
âIf you do, I mean.â You add on quickly. âI want to if you do.â
Steve huffs a quiet laugh, like the idea of checking in with him was a bit absurd. His gaze roams over your face slowly, taking his fine time just looking at you. He looks as though he doesnât quite know what to say.Â
He lands on, âYou donât seem sure.âÂ
Your heart flip-flops at the wrinkle between his eyebrows, his concern evident. He fixes you with a serious, sincere look.
You nod, your hair scrunching up against the pillow as you do. âI am. I justâŠâÂ
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and worry it, thinking of how to put this. Youâve said it before, youâve told him how it was in the past, how you hadnât enjoyed it and yetâŠ
Feeling too squirmish under Steveâs intense stare, you avert your eyes to look at the ceiling and swallow the knot in your throat.Â
Your voice comes out a whisper. âI want to try but Iâm not sureâ I just I canât promise that Iâll- that yâknow, IââÂ
Eyes crushing closed, you try to seize your bubbling anxiety before it seizes you. This is Steve. You trust him wholly. Just a moment ago you were thinking about how much you like him andâ
âHey,â Steve murmurs lowly, nudging his nose into yours. Your eyes open. He smiles softly when he says, âI have no interest in doing something you donât enjoy.âÂ
The protest flounders up inside you before you can stop it. âButââÂ
âSo,â He cuts you off pointedly. âIf we give it a go and you donât like it, thatâs okay. We can just figure out what you do enjoy, okay?â
For a long moment, you just stare up at him. Â
âYeah? So we can just try and if it⊠If IâŠâ You flounder for words, sounding like you think it must be too good to be true. You stare up at the ceiling as you try to verbalise the biggest hurdle, the final niggling worry.
You peer back up at Steveâs face. âYou⊠you wouldnât be disappointed if we started but then I wanted to stop?âÂ
Some emotion shutters across Steveâs face, a flash of devastation. You mistake it for annoyance.Â
An unwelcome hitch suddenly twists in your stomach. âI'm sorry, I know that youâ we already- last time, we talked about this and I should knowââÂ
âStop it,â Steve interrupts with a soft shake of his head. âStop doing that, itâs fine to feel unsure or- or to not know what you like. It takes time and experience to figure what you do like.âÂ
His hand shifts up, brushing the hair back from your forehead. He leaves it there, the warmth of his hand a comfort. His fingers curl lightly into your hair.Â
âThatâs all I wanna do,â He breathes softly, his lips tugging up at the corners. He looks unbearably earnest, his brown eyes shining. âJust wanna do what you like. Wanna figure out what you like.âÂ
He leans down and kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then that soft sensitive spot under your ear. You squirm but this time for all the right reasons.Â
âYâwant me to do that?â He murmurs.Â
Youâre breathing a little heavier and when Steve nips at your earlobe sparingly, just a love bite and a flash of teeth, your breath catches loudly. Desire surges through you, hot and straight between your legs.Â
It takes another moment to remember heâs asked you a question.Â
âYeahâŠâ you breathe. You wanna nod but you donât want him to stop what heâs doing. Your throat bobs as you swallow. âI wanna do that. Wannaâ wanna learn what you like too.âÂ
Steve hums, a pleased sound, and he kisses languidly at your neck. His lips, soft and plush, scrape against your skin in a way that gathers heat low in your gut. Your hips tilt forward an inch, moving against his thigh almost imperceptibly.
âYeah?âÂ
The way he says it, the way the word rolls out of his mouth, all husky and low, makes your nipples peak.Â
âWe get to learn together, hm?â He kisses your neck again. The soft press of his tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth have you gripping the sheets, almost white knuckled.Â
Suddenly, you canât stand to not be touching him. Your hands fly from the sheets, fingers curling around his midriff, feeling at the warm skin. His t-shirt is warmed by him. You slip your hands beneath it as he bites where your shoulder meets your neck, soft enough to make you sigh.Â
Your hand finds skin. Finally, finally, you get your hands on that damned happy trail thatâs been all but haunting your daydreams for the past months.Â
As Steve kisses down your neck, you trace the line of hair with your finger slowly. Your thumb strokes the coarse hair all the way down to his waistband, gentle and hungry all at onceâ trying to commit it all to memory. Unwittingly, Steve shivers at the motion.Â
âFuck,â his breath shudders against your neck. He tucks his face in closer, fighting the urge to press his body up against yours and grind. You feel the twitch in his hips anyway. âYou drive me crazy.âÂ
âMe too,â you gasp when he pulls off your neck, blowing cool air across the heated skin heâs been dedicating himself to. You wonder if a bruise will come up, beautiful and kiss-bitten. You clench a little at the thought, the heat between your thighs only increasing.Â
A mark from himâ a mark of a lover.Â
You want to give one to him too. Managing to remember you can do things with your hands, other than just pawing at his back, you shift them up to curl into his hair. Tugging gently, you coax his face up enough so you can nose alone the length of his neck.Â
Steveâs panting and you can hear his breath catch when you start planting kiss after kiss on his skinâ dragging your bottom lip across those glorious moles you adore so much.Â
Without meaning to, you press him back and Steve lets himself roll back onto the mattress, his hands tugging you closer. You take the invitation and struggle for a moment to get up over his hips, one leg too tangled in the blanket on the bed.Â
âMy leg,â you laugh weakly, having to retract a hand from his hair to free it. When you do, you settle down, straddling his hips, and try not to lose your confidence. Still, you canât help apologising. âSorry.âÂ
Steve peers up at you lovingly, frowning a little when you apologise. âWhat? No, itâs fine.âÂ
He shifts one hand and grabs the loose blanket beside you and then hefts it up, throwing it as far as he can off the bed with a grunt. It lands somewhere behind you with a soft noise.Â
âBlanketâs fault.â He says, brown eyes back on you. âFreaking cockblock. I got rid of him, babe, donât worry.âÂ
You snort a little, leaning down to kiss his perfect lips.
âMy hero.â You murmur sarcastically against them.Â
âOoh, say that again, baby,â Steve moans exaggeratedly, throwing his head back onto the pillow dramatic, his eyes screwed shit. Â
You laugh, unknowingly relaxing a little further into him. You swat at his chest.Â
âSteve.âÂ
âOh!â He moans again, all girlish and fake, and twists his head in the other direction. âI love it when you say my name like Iâm an idiot!âÂ
You gasp, but itâs still hidden in your laughter as you hit his chest again, for a different reason this time.Â
âDonât say that!â You say genuinely. âI donât think youâre an idiot.âÂ
Steve drops the act, his eyes creasing open to shine up at you. Heâs glowing beneath you, cheeks a bit flushed and grinning like heâs a little bit in love with you. You think he might be.Â
âNo, you donât.â He agrees. He soothes his hands up and down your sides. âOnly idiot is that idiot who let you think there was anything wrong with you.âÂ
âUgh,â you scoff. âPlease donât bring him up ever againâ least of all when weâre in bed.âÂ
Steve squeezes your sides gently and smiles up at you like he hasnât heard a word youâve said. âNoted.âÂ
And then you kiss him.Â
For a couple of minutes itâs this easy, lazy making out that you love. Though, itâs like thereâs a furnace turning up beneath you both, the intensity getting more feverish with every kiss. When Steve finally pulls back from you, panting, he looks as flustered as you feel.Â
âCan I take these off?âÂ
His fingers are curled into the waistband of your pyjama pants. You nod before you can overthink it, letting him shimmy them down your thighs and settling yourself down on the comforter. Steve sits up a bit beside you, to tug them down your legs and off your ankles.Â
Steveâs focus is on his hands but your gaze is stuck on his faceâ and you watch as he tosses your pants behind him carelessly. His eyes fix on your cunt, hidden away behind your lacy panties.Â
âWoah,â he murmurs softly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He leans down on his elbows, one arm on either side of your hips and pings the elastic on the cutest lingerie you own. âThese are very pretty.âÂ
He sounds like he means it, his voice tinged with lust. It gives you a moment of confidence.Â
âYeah?â You ask. You slide your hands up, pushing your shirt up gingerly as you to reveal the matching bra to him.
Even from your distance, you can see how Steveâs pupils dilate, blowing way out. âYou like them?âÂ
Steve letâs out a pained noise as his head flops over, his nose pressed into your hipbone. One of his hands reaches down between his legs, adjusting himself in his pants.Â
He looks back up at you, hair a bit mussed, and pouts.
âThatâs not fair! Thatâs so not fair. Did you plan this? Blindside me by wearing my body wash and then surprise me with matching lingerie?âÂ
The way he says it, all faux accusatory, makes you grin. He sits up long enough to tug his own shirt off, discarding it behind him, and crawls up the bed to kiss you. You catch a glint of the single chain he wears around his neck before he's kissing you.
âYouââ Kiss. âlookââ Kiss. âsoââ Kiss. âfuckinâââ Kiss. âhot.âÂ
He pulls back, taking a moment to just gaze at you before he leans back further, scuttling down the sheets til heâs paused between above your legs.Â
Something within you flares hotly at the memory of the last time he was in the position. You feel a warm pulse in your cunt, a trickle of slick coating your panties. Your hips shift an inchâ half nerves, half anticipation.
Steve kisses you over your panties, like last time, the first chaste and on your clit. The next is a little lower, a little slower, his lips parting further and his tongue pressing languidly against your core. You squirm, breathing a little heavier.Â
His hands grips gently at your hips, moving up to smooth over your thighs. He lets his fingers slip forward, the tips of them pressing lightly into your inner thighs. He pulls them further apart and ruins you a bit when he kisses sweet along the skin of your thigh.Â
âIâm pretty sure we could just do this every time and Iâd be happy,â Steve says, but itâs paired a chuckle fringed with nerves.
He looks up at you and you realise it is a bit of nervousnessâ like heâs worried you might find it embarrassing just how much he likes it.Â
Your blood hums in response, warmer, all of it rushing down your body. You donât know quite what to say to that, so you say, âYeah?âÂ
Steve smiles, that flash of nervousness already gone or cleverly hidden. He gives your thighs a gentle squeeze with his large hands and rubs his cheek up against one of them.Â
âAre you kidding me? I think Iâd do anything you wanted just to hear those noises you made again.âÂ
Your lips part slightly in surprise. Heâs always so startlingly honest and forward with his feelings but, somehow, it still manages takes you by surpriseâ that heâs not at all shy about how much he likes you.Â
Scrambling for an appropriately sexy response, you come up blank and instead decide to press your thighs together. Between them, Steveâs cheeks squish forward, his lips forming an absurdly funny pout.Â
âHey!â He exclaims.
It comes out a little muffled with his face squidged up and the mixture of both his face and voice makes you laugh. You release him, legs falling apart, feeling the breath of his laugh again your skin.Â
âKidding, you can warm my ears anytime you want, honey,â Heâs still grinning up at you when he says it. Part of you know heâs being completely serious.Â
Your gut burns low. You resist the urge to squirm, feeling the heat chase down to your cunt. Itâs hard to relax when he manages to make you feel so keyed up.Â
âStop getting distracted.â You jest.Â
âYou stop getting distracted,â He jibes back, but his focus drifts back down, his eyes darkening with a fiery lust.Â
He rubs the skin of your thighs again, soothingly, and lets one hand creep forward til his knuckles are brushing up against the edge of your panties. His thumb presses forward, into the wet spot youâve soaked through.Â
Even so, he still asks, âHow we doinâ? Still feeling good?âÂ
You nod quickly, then think verbal confirmation is probably far better. âYeah, still good.âÂ
Realising youâre staring up at the ceiling, hard, you flick your eyes down between your legs. Even if it doesnât feel particularly sexy, you still have to say it. âThank you for checking.âÂ
âOf course,â Steve says. He pinches the elastic of your panties lightly, his eyebrows raising in question. âGonna take these off, yeah? Then you let me know if you donât like anything Iâm doing.âÂ
Despite your history, a huge part of you wants to say yeah, fat chance of that because yeah, youâre beginning to wonder if your boyfriend has some genuinely magical fingers. And a magical mouth. And wait, does that mean his coâ
The thought gets ripped away as you feel your panties get tugged downwards and you quickly lift your hips to help. Though heâs seen you bare before, itâs impossible to stop the flush that rolls through your body, hot and tinged with embarrassment. You want to close your legs but Steve between them prevents that from happening.Â
âHere,â Steve hums, reaching a hand up to scoop up your own from the bedsheets.
He gives it a quick kiss on the palm and then moves it up to land in his hair. âYou let me know how mâdoing, okay?âÂ
Your fingers curl into his brunette locks automatically and grip tightly when he leans in, his hot tongue dipping between your folds. Pleasure drips into your body as he begins to lick softly, his skilled tongue finding your bundle of nerves quickly and twisting around it.Â
Heat builds. You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy it, soft pants escaping your lips as Steve kisses and suckles where youâre most sensitive, til thereâs a moan lacing every breath.Â
Fuck, heâs so good at this. How is he so good at this?Â
One of his hands on your thighs starts to knead gently as the other one slides forward, til his thumb is rested at your slicked entrance. He hasnât stopped sucking on your clit but your sudden sharp inhale catches his attention.Â
âSorry,â you say instinctively.Â
âItâs fine,â Steve soothes, his thumb circling around your soaked hole, which clenches in response.
He kisses your thigh. Desire burns you up from within, your fingers twisting a little tighter in his hair, giving away your nerves.Â
âWeâre just figuring out what you like, yeah?â He muses, his words half comfort, half lust.Â
You nod but donât speak, trying to trust him enough to let his words calm you. Steve gives you a moment to breathe before he resumes the work with his mouth, his hot mouth suckling at your clit once again.Â
He waits until youâre back to those quiet, shy lusty little noises before he tries again, prodding softly at your entrance in warning before he gently sinks his finger in. You gasp again, hands tightening in his hair â as something molten hot shoots right up your spine.Â
âSteve,â you cry out his name. It feels... good, which feels like a fucking miracle in itself. He begins to fuck the finger in and out slowly, still lapping at your clit. A heat that youâve only felt once before starts to nip at your skin, bleeding into each nerve.Â
Your panting grows heavier and without meaning to, you clench down around him, desperate for a little more.Â
ïżœïżœSee, you like that one, huh?â Steve mumbles against you, his dark eyes flashing up to take in your face contorted in pleasure. His cock thickens unbearably in his pants, too confined. You nod, hair scrunching up against the pillow.Â
âYeaâyes,â You say, feeling your hips rock down an inch. You want more of that.Â
Steve obliges, more than willingly, adding another finger. It slides in with little resistance. Itâs hotter than anything else to get to see you like this, pliant and horny, rocking your hips against his mouth.Â
To get to make you like thisâ sucking on your cute little clit and fucking his fingers in, hearing the adorable squelch of your wetness. Youâre so turned on it makes his brain melt a bit, the way youâre leaking all over his fingers. Steveâs cock throbs desperatelyâ but he wants to make sure youâre stretched out enough to take him. If you want that, that is.
He eases one more finger in, keeping a careful watch on your face to see how you take it. You keen beautifully, back arching slightly as he curls his fingers and begins to stretch you out.Â
You pant deliriously, these tiny whimpers beginning to slip out your throat. Steve wishes he could see your face, the cute scrunch of your brows as you moanâ but happily settles for latching his lips back onto your cunt.Â
Three fingers feel even better than two, you find, as you grip the sheets tightlyâ youâre throbbing but in this torturous way, balancing on the edge of too much and not enough. Thereâs a hint of pain lingering at the back, but not enough to distract you from the pleasure.Â
It takes you by surprise then, when the pleasure suddenly tapers off, your eyes creasing up open and head popping up. You realise Steve is slowly stopping, his slick fingers slipping out of you as he sits back up a bit.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â You say without thinking.
Flushing, you quickly follow it up. âEveryâ everything okay?âÂ
God, you sound wiped. Your chest is still heaving and your clit twitches, missing the stimulation of your boyfriendâs mouth. The air smells honeyed and perfumed with sex.Â
âYou tell me,â Steve murmurs sweetly, his lips grazing the inside of your knee in an almost kiss. âYou said you wanted to do more. Is this enough more?âÂ
Your heart nearly bursts in the pure consideration. God, heâs so fucking nice to you. So unbothered to take things your pace, so attuned to making you feel good. You know that you could happily do this more for the rest of the night.Â
But itâs not what you had in mind â and the longer you wait, the more youâre beginning to crave getting Steve to a similar state youâre in. Moaning, flushed in the face, his hands buried in your hair.Â
âWe can do more,â You say, your voice dropping back into that shy whisper.Â
Steve watches you closely, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing at your thigh dotingly.Â
You clear your throat and speak a little louder. âI wanna do more.âÂ
âYeah?â Steve says, his grin growing. He huffs and shakes his head a little, dropping your gaze.Â
âI mean, believe me, even if we justââ He gestures vaguely between your thighs. ââ did this all night? Night well spent.âÂ
You know he means it, especially with his hungry gaze that dips back down, his tongue slipping out to lick his bottom lip briefly.
You press up onto one elbow and reach out one hand, hooking your finger over the one single chain he wears. Thereâs a ring looped on it, the one you gave him as a promise, and just the sight of it makes you glow inside.Â
You tug the chain forward lightly and him with it, Steve shifting up the bed til youâre nearly face to face, his frame hovering above you. The beds dips beneath his hands as they crawl up to either side of your waist, his intense eyes locking onto your face. He might be holding his breath.Â
Swallowing, you move up and press your lips to his in a slow, soft kiss. It turns deeper, hotter, heavier. You swipe your tongue into his mouth and Steve lets out a pitiful noise in response, pressing his mouth against yours desperately.Â
Drawing back with a little gasp, you open your eyes and repeat your earlier sentiment, âI want to do more.âÂ
Steve watches you, his exhale shaking slightly. You dot a kiss on his cheek quick, pulling back to meet his eyes.
âI want to do more with you.âÂ
A kiss on his other cheek, just as fast. Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch.
âI want to do more, right now.âÂ
Steve smiles splits into a grin, his eyes shining as he chuckles, the sound doused in fondness. âOkay, okay, I got the message,â He murmurs.Â
Pushing back to sit on his heels, he turns and rummages around in his bedside table for a moment. You lay back on the pillows and try catch your breath, knowing itâs only a matter of time before itâs stolen once more.Â
When Steve pulls back, thereâs a row of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He tears off one of the condoms and throws the rest of them behind him without thought.
You canât help but tilt your head up, neck straining a bit, not wanting to look away for a moment as Steve raises onto his knees and pushes his boxers down. His cock kicks up, released from its confines with a soft slap against his happy trail.Â
Unwittingly, your mouth waters a bit.
And look, youâve seen a dick before, okay? Itâs pretty hard to sleep with someone and not see one, unless you have your eyes closed the entire time.Â
But Steveâs cock isâŠÂ pretty.Â
Pink and aching, the head of it slick with a bit of pre-cumâ that you realise heâs gotten from being worked up whilst eating you out. You gush a little at the dizzying thought.Â
You want to touch it â or put it in your mouth so you can drool over it, can suck on it, can feel the heady weight of it on your tongue. Or, as you realise what the ache of your cunt means, you really, really want him to fuck you with it.Â
Instinct drives your thighs apart, beckoning him between them. Steveâs eyes darken as he notes the motion, moving a bit more hastily to tear the condom packet open. He rolls it down his length, quick and precise.Â
âOkay,â Steve breathes, reaching out for the lube and drizzling a generous amount into his palm. He keeps the bottle within reach as he slicks it over his heavy cock, a beautiful groan pushing out his throat as he does.Â
âOkay,â He says again, a little breathier than before. Shuffling forward, Steve lines himself up with your core gently before halting. His eyes dart up to your face.
âYou let me know if thereâs anything you donât like or you wanna stop.âÂ
You nod, his ardent care only serving to fuel your lust. Youâll coo over it in the afterglowâ right now you want to be around him, want to feel him pulsing inside you, want to feel full where youâre suddenly feeling so, so empty.Â
Steve shifts forward, beginning to sink into you with a low groan of pleasure.Â
The first few seconds are bliss â Steveâs done his job well at warming you up and something hungry awakens with a burst of pleasure as you take the first few inches.
Then, something a little more uncomfortable joins the mix.Â
You try not to squirm, disappointment inflating as your pleasure is robbed by the twinges of pain. Itâs not unbearable but youâre enjoying yourself less. Steve moves in another inch and then discomfort abruptly becomes pain.
You inhale sharply, teeth gritted together, and Steve stops moving in an instant.Â
âWoah, yâokay?âÂ
You nod, even as your eyes slip shut. Half of this is a mental game, you know thatâyouâll never loosen up if you donât try to relax.Â
âYeah,â you say quietly, voice a bit tight. âJustâ just gimme a minute.âÂ
Steve murmurs a quiet sure but after a moment he says, âWait, lemmeââ and moves forward so heâs hovering above you instead of sitting back, your faces much closer now. The jostling doesnât help but having Steve closer does.Â
He keeps his hips as still as he can and kisses your cheek. You donât open your eyes just yet, willing yourself desperately to relax, to enjoy it. You take a deep breath.
âWe can stop,â Steve whispers.Â
You shake your head. Creasing your eyes open, you move your hands up so you can twine them around Steveâs neck in almost a hug. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek again, then steals a kiss from your lips.Â
âI wannaââ You gasp, frustration mounting at how the pain doesnât seem to be subsiding. You sound miserable as you cling to him closer. âI want this to work.âÂ
âItâs okay if it doesnât,â Steve responds, his arm shifting up so he can trace his thumb over your cheekbone.Â
The movement moves his hips forward another inch, pain spiking so severely that you wince aloud, your face pinched in discomfort. Thatâs all it takes for Steve to shift back, easing out of you gently. Youâre devastated at the relief that follows.Â
âOkay, Iâm not doing that if it hurts youââÂ
âIt wasnât,â You lie fruitlessly. You know Steve heard your winceâbut maybe if you lie, you can trick your body.Â
Hands coming up to cover your face, you scrunch your eyes up, annoyed at how they sting with tears so quickly. Your voice is all wobbly when you say, âIâm sorry. I'm sorry, I really want this to work, Steve.âÂ
Steve aches at your words, moving in to tug at your hands. His voice is soft, sweet.
âHey, hey, I know that, sweetheart.âÂ
You donât let him in, hands still shielding your face. He kisses your knuckles instead, his thumbs swiping up and down your wrists comfortingly.Â
He waits a moment before he continues, voice buttery soft, âI know you want this. Itâs not your fault if your body only likes it some ways and not others. You canât control that and I know that.â Â
You take one deep breath and it shudders as you inhale, sounding far too teary for Steveâs liking. He tugs at your wrists again, relieved when you let him pull them away tentatively. You arenât crying but you look damn near close.Â
âWhatâs got you so upset, huh?â Steve coos, nuzzling in close, his nose brushing against yours.
He releases your wrists to cup your face, tender and soft, his brows knit together in his concern. âYou know I donât mind- I told you that I donât care what we do, just that youâre enjoying it.âÂ
You take another shaky inhale, a little more stable than the last. Steve can feel how you move to press back against him, nuzzling him back. You take another moment before you reply.Â
âI just-â You start, voice still tight. âItâs so stupid. I wanted itâ I wanted to enjoy it. And that doesnât even seem to matter to my body. It doesnât even change how it feels and that sucks. Like I canât control this part of me.âÂ
Steve listens dutifully, waiting til you finish and your eyes find him.
âWell,â He starts, averting his eyes somewhat sheepishly. âTake everything I say with a grain of salt, okay? But⊠your body doesnât hurt just to mess with you, right?âÂ
He waits a moment for your tentative nod. âRight. So, itâs not for nothing. Itâs trying to tell you something and- and ignoring that isnât having control. You have to listen and work with your body â itâs your partner in all this.âÂ
âI thought you were my partner,â you whisper, the small smile on your lips giving away your joke. Steve faux rolls his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.Â
âIâm your other partner.â He smiles. Then sighs, casting his gaze above your head for a moment before meeting your eyes again. âAm I making any sense?âÂ
Wiggling one hand up, you place it on his cheek tenderly and begin to whisper. âYouâre making a lot of sense actually.âÂ
Steve sighs, leaning his face into the palm of your hand with a huff. âWell, thatâs a relief.âÂ
For a minute, thereâs only quiet. Your emotions come down from their swell and you take the time to admire the beautiful boy above you, who seems to be doing just the same to you.Â
After a moment of time, you clear your throat and say, âCan we try again?âÂ
Steve seems to think on it for a moment before he nods, turning to kiss your palm.Â
âThis is gonna make me sound like a total guy,â He says, words muffled against your hand. His brown eyes flash up to yours, darting between them. âBut maybe we should try from the back. Like, different angle and all.âÂ
You snort, unable to hold it in because it does sound like such a guy thing to say. Even so, you give a little nod, eager to try something else. You donât even want to acknowledge the mounting dread around disappointing Steve â even with all his assurances, you canât help but feel as though this has been one gigantic let down.Â
As Steve shifts back, you become suddenly aware of the lubed up slick spot on your thigh where Steve's cock was resting and scrunch your nose with a laugh. Peering down, you drag a finger through the wetness left on it.Â
âEw,â you laugh.Â
âEw?â Steve echoes incredulously. âAlright, thatâs it.â His sits up and back, his hands darting down lightning fast, manoeuvring you all of sudden. He hooks his hands under your hips and lifts, twisting so youâre suddenly splayed on your front.Â
Youâre giggling all the while, drunk on the feeling of your boyfriendâs hands as they trail up your sides. The hair of his tanned scrapes against your back as he leans in, mouthing along your shoulder towards your neck.Â
You find your knees and prop yourself up on them, lifting your hips off the sheets of Steveâs bed. At the angle heâs draped himself over you, itâs a perfect line up of his cock with your cunt, the head of it teasing your entrance when you push back.Â
You're relieved that your emotional moment hadn't killed the mood altogether. That same hot, pulsating want from before tears through you and Steve takes a stuttering breath, the slightest moan in his throat. You feel his forehead press against your shoulder blade, as though heâs trying to compose himself.Â
âYou-â He says, the word catching in his throat. As if unable to help himself, his hips grind forward, pushing his aching cock between your slick folds. You make pitiful, keening noises in response, a thread of pleasure run through the two of you.Â
âYou ready?â Steve asks shakily. He relents some of his closeness to grab the lube, giving another generous drizzle into his palm to slather over himself.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, pushing yourself back an inch.Â
This time when Steve pushes himself in, the bliss stretches out, lasting more than just the first couple seconds. You make a high, breathy sigh of a noise and your head drops forward.Â
Steve pauses, his breathing on the ragged side, and checks in. âStill feeling okay?âÂ
You nod feverishly, a whine building up in your throat that threatens to escape if Steve doesnât move. Or maybe if he does move. You canât tell â canât tell anything other than how good it feels to have him inside you, hot and throbbing.Â
âYes,â you manage to gasp out. âYeah, keeping going, please,âÂ
Steve grunts, complying in an instant, sinking his cock further in. Something inside you tightens up againâ but itâs not nearly as noticeable as last time. Still, Steve recognises it and he slows for a moment.Â
âIâm okay,â you assure breathily, face nearly pressed into the bed. You need him to keep moving.Â
And he does; his cock sinks in another inch right as his hand creeps around your hip, searching for something blindly. You barely get one moment of confusion before his calloused fingers drag through the slick on your cunt and move up, pushing against your clit purposefully.Â
You moan, loud and high. The friction of your clit is enough to make your thighs spread a little wider and your hips move back before you even realise what youâre doing, almost the rest of Steveâs cock sinking inside you. It feels good but something else pinches up inside you.
Steve moans, muffling the sound into your skin as he hides his face in your neck.Â
You pant, suddenly dreading how you can feel the prick of pain on the fringes of your pleasure if Steve stretches you too far. "Don't- n-not too much," You warn gently, the words all breathy, still swathed in your pleasure. "Iâuhâ fuck, I don't think I can take it all."
You feel Steve's nod against the back of your neck, accompanied by a low hum in his throat.
âY-yeah, okay,â He stammers. His hips roll forward and he follows your word, not quite pushing all the way in. "F-Fuck."
His breath is hot on your neck and the sudden urge for his kiss is nearly overwhelming. Even not facing him, the way Steve drapes himself around you, gentle even with how he grinds his hips into yours, feels intimate. Your cunt gives a soft squelch.Â
âOh fuck,â Steve gasps, stilling completely â the feeling of you wrapped around him is enough to nearly push him to the edge. He screws his eyes closed and whimpers, trying to keep himself together.Â
âYâokay?â You whisper breathily after a couple of moments, forehead pressed into the sheets. Your hips move just a little bit, shifting in a little circle so his cock slides out an inch, his fingertips grazing across your clit again.Â
âIângh-â Another whine slips out from his throat at your movement and Steveâs hand slips back, gripping your hip tightly. âJesus Christ. Y-Yeah Iâm good, just trying not toâ fuck- end this too quickly.âÂ
He moves a bit, readjusting him arms to hold weight up a little easier.
âBut youâre really wet and, like, really warm,â He grunts, almost accusingly. âAnd I really like you, so,âÂ
You canât help it â a little laugh titters out of you, one of pure delight because Steve is sincere about his feelings. The laugh only serves to make Steve groan louder.Â
âShit,â He gasps, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. âYou canât laugh right now, itâs so not helping.âÂ
âSorry,â you laugh again, a little more apologetic this time.Â
Then, after a moment of gathered bravery, you say, âI donât think I like this position. I canât see your face.âÂ
Steve makes a pained noise from behind you, a breathy and sharp inhale, and suddenly his grip on your hip is twice as tight.Â
âIâm gonna need you to stop talking. Please.â He grits out, voice sounding tight and barely restraining the moan in it. âIâm trying really hard here but youâre making this impossible.âÂ
Steve shifts on his elbow again, bicep bulging as he lowers himself to one side. His hips press into your backside, sinking himself further into your wet heat, as he settles his weight down onto the mattress. The springs make a noise in protest.Â
Youâre still closely intertwined, Steve pressed up against you, still throbbing within you, but now itâs more like⊠youâre spooning.
You settle down too, forcing out an exhale to let yourself melt back into Steveâs chest.Â
He lets out a soft groan again but the new position means he can bury his face in your neck properlyâ and when you turn your head right, he seizes the chance for a kiss.Â
He kisses sweet and slow to begin with, plush lips nipping at yours as if youâre not already in the throes of sex. Like he kisses you hello. His nose nudges against yours and he shimmies an arm beneath you on the bed. It curls itself around your stomach and Steve uses it to bring you even closer.Â
âIs this better?â He whispers. He nudges his hips for a bit, giving a gentle thrust. Something warm flares at the pit of your belly, hungry for more. âStill okay?âÂ
You nod, a whimper escaping your throat as you steal another kiss from his lips. âYes,â You whisper, lips scraping against his, hardly believing it. âFeelsâ feels good, baby,â
Steve finally gives in to his moan, a beautiful noise that sends heat rushing between your thighs. He begins to move more, building a gentle rhythm as he fucks into you, sensual and adoring all in one.Â
Time drips away. You feel much warmer now, pressed up against Steveâs chest, with his kisses all around. One of his hands stays dutifully between your legs, pushing around your bundle of nerves and pulling weak, soft noises from you. The other, you cling to, your fingers twisted as best they can with his.
Pleasure wraps the pair of you up til a soft glow of sex and love settles over the both of you. Steve murmurs doting words, an endless stream of encouragement pouring from his mouth as he nibbles at the shell of your ear.Â
Still feelinâ good? Yeah, you are. Just listen to you- sounding so pretty wrapped around my cock.Â
Fuck, your pussy makes the cutest noises. So wet fâme, isnât she? God, you drive me crazy.Â
Youâre taking me so well, yeah? Being so fuckinâ good fâme- letting me know how you feel. Mâso lucky - fuckinâ loveâ love this with you.
You donât even realise when every gasp out your mouth has turned into a moan, each breath building and mounting. Your chest heaves and Steveâs motions go from lazy to focused. His hips slow a little but his fingers over your clit speed up, dancing across the nerves perfectly.Â
You clutch desperately at the arm he has wrapped around your waist, your head thrown back to rest on his shoulders with your eyes screwed shut. Your hole clenches wildly as you hurtle towards your orgasmâ and go right over the edge without warning.Â
You make this cute little gasping noise, high pitched and wrapped in a pretty sigh, and Steve doesn't think he's ever heard something so sensual, so pretty. His blood seems to thrum in response, pleasure turning the coil in his gut tighter and tighter.
Euphoria melts into your body and you sag into it with a drawn out soft moan, turning your face to search for Steveâs in an instant. One of your hands darts up, sloppily reaching for the back of his neck, suddenly starved of a kiss.Â
You find his lips right as Steve finds his peakâ his handsome face screwing up as he all but whines into your mouth. You capture it, some heavy, open mouthed kiss of desperation shared between you.Â
Pleasure flows over you, hot and heavy, fuelled by the frantic grinds of Steveâs hips into yours as he whimpers into your mouth. Even though some part of you feels vulgar, another, louder, part of you feels like you've taken part in something sacred. Steve's fierce kiss certain feels akin to something holy. Â
After a minute, the euphoria fades. You settle back into your body, feeling the scratch of the cotton sheets beneath you, the sweat of Steveâs chest on your back, the slightly discomfort in between your thighs.Â
Steve can feel it, the moment you tense back up, some unwelcome twinge of pain in your gut. Heâs shuffling back and pulling out before you even have to ask.
Without his chest to lean on, you roll backward naturally and flop onto your back, still panting lightly. Steve shifts up to hover above you.Â
âYou good?â He asks, that same breathlessness in his voice. He smiles handsomely, his hair a little limper than usual, flopping over his forehead. He looks gorgeous. âYou did great.âÂ
That almost makes you laugh, the sincere praise so like one might give a child, but Steve seals it with a kiss to your forehead. Your laugh turns into a sheepish but giddy grin. âIâm gonna take the condom off, Iâll be right back.âÂ
He disappears from your line of sight for a minute or two and you can hear him rustling around in his room.
Without any distractions, you suddenly remember the film youâd put on in the beginning, still running at the end of the bedâ the final credits are just starting to roll. The streetlights glow a little brighter in the evening dark through the curtains.Â
You huff out a breath and your smile comes without even trying. In fact, if Steve hadnât come back when he did, youâre sure you wouldâve started giggle to yourself madly, cocooned in your own contentedness. That same awed, gleeful smile just like the first time round.
âYou look like a dope, smiling like that, you know that?â
Steveâs wearing a pair of boxers, green plaid, and heâs got a fresh, warm wash-cloth in his hands.Â
"I didn't know that," You muse playfully.
âHey,â He changes tone to less playful, kneeling on the bed. You notice the change of clothes in his other hand when he throws them onto the duvet beside him. âMâjust gonna clean you up a bit, that okay?âÂ
Youâre sure thereâs a pinch of embarrassment in you somewhere but, still blissed from your orgasm, you canât manage to find it. Steve is quick and precise, the warm cloth wiping up any excess sticky fluids. He kisses the inside of your knee when heâs done.Â
âAll done,â He murmurs, climbing back off the bed in the direction of the bathroom, switching off the television as he does. He gestures to the clothes at the foot of the bed as he walks. âYâcan wear these if you want.âÂ
Finally feeling less flattened, you shift up to lean on your elbows. Heâs grabbed you a pair of his boxers, the matching blue pair to his green, and one of his old Hawkins swim-team shirts. You slip into both quickly, your heart going a bit fuzzy with how soft the shirt is.Â
Then you crawl beneath the covers, blood still rushing far faster than usual and a satisfied tiredness beginning to sink into your body. You can't help but thinking it all over â Steve's mouth between your legs, the feel of him sinking into you, the ecstasy of falling apart in his arms.
Part of you hadn't wanted to acknowledge that, well, it fucking worked this time and you enjoyed it. A niggly fear about jinxing it. Like if you pointed it out, it would incite the likelihood of your body turning on you once more. Robbing you of pleasure and experience in equal measure.
But when Steve comes bounding back to the bed, dragging back the covers to join you beneath them, you speak first.
"So, that didn't suck." You say excitedly, biting back your grin as Steve settles down beside you.
Together, you share one pillow as he scooches in closer. His hands reach out, searching for you amongst the sheets. When he finds your hips, he uses them to drag you closer to him, a halfhearted cuddle.
He lets out a puff of air against the pillow, a light snort. "I mean, hopefully it didn't just not suck."
If you had more energy, you might give him a playful shove because you know he knows what you mean. He'd seen the whole display of nervous emotions attached to sex all the way leading up to it.
Instead, heart feeling awfully gooey in your chest, you seize the opportunity to press in closer to him. Your head tucks beneath his chin, your lips barely grazing his throat.
"It was really good." You whisper, lashes fluttering as your eyes fight to stay open. Steve's warm on a good day. He's hot as a furnace with all the blood that's pumping around still. Perfect for snuggling up with.
"Yeah?" He sounds delightfully pleased, but not the smug kind. He sounds happy that you enjoyed it.
Then he whispers, "Told you it wasn't you."
His big palm sweeps up your back soothingly.
He's right. You've never been so glad to be on the receiving end of an I told you so before. Not that Steve would say that (at least, not right now).
Cuddling in closer, you wriggle one hand out from beneath the covers, not bothering to pull back or open your eyes when you murmur, "Just had sex high-five?"
You can feel Steve's laugh as it rumbles through his throat. It's an inside joke now, it seems.
"Hell yeah." He wiggles one hand free and slaps it against yours, probably a little harder than necessary. You laugh too, the sound a mixture of joy and sleep.
And yeah, okay, you might get it now. The whole big fuss around sex that everyone seems to makeâbut maybe you don't entirely agree with them.
There was something more in the... trust. In knowing that Steve wouldn't have cared which way it happened, as long as you were both enjoying it. In the intimacy shared, even before you had ever slept together. In the waiting. In the wantingâfor both yourself and for Steve.
There's some grandeur discovery you've uncovered, you're sure of it, about the mystery and craze around sex. You just keep losing the string of thoughts to your slumber which drifts ever closer.
Oh well. You can always put it all together in the morning when you're not so tempted by sleep and bundled up in the arms of a boy who you love. For now, you drift off, fulfilled and content.
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jihoon has always been good with his words. he would have to be, considering his line of work. that was why he didn't really struggle telling you he likes you and wants to get to know you better. this, after all, is the man who once said "if i was flirting, i promise you would know."
jihoon, however, fails to put in to consideration what it's like to start dating when there are twelve other boys constantly around. he's always been the steadfast type, but now he finds himself bearing the brunt of their teasing. and that's only the tip of the iceberg.
jihoon, who learns pretty early on, that songwriting â being good at communicating. he can be blunt, bordering inconsiderate, and yet he still can't express himself the way he wants to. it should be simple, telling you these things. why can't he?
jihoon thinks it's over for him until you casually teach him something. "hey," you say, and you squeeze his hand three times. he stares at you blankly until you laughingly telling him, "it means 'i love you'." if it's meant to be something cheesy, meant to be a joke of some sortsâ well, he takes it very differently.
jihoon starts squeezing your hand thrice at every chance that he can get. when you sit next to him at dinner with the members. i love you. when you stop by his studio with takeout. i love you. when he's in the wings, waiting to go on stage. i love you.
jihoon, whose 'vocabulary' starts to expand. when he taps thrice at the small of your back, over your shirt? it means he likes your outfit. when he raps his knuckles against your knee underneath the table? it means he wants to go home, or that he wants to take you home.
jihoon knows this isn't enough. he knows. he still says the words, still doles them out when he can manage, but when you're out somewhere where he can't, when there's other people? when you've just fought and there's still a lump in both your throats? when you're both too sleepy to say the words?
jihoon squeezes your hand three times.
#jihoon x reader#lee jihoon x reader#woozi x reader#jihoon imagines#woozi imagines#jihoon fluff#woozi fluff#seventeen x reader#seventeen imagines#svt x reader#svt imagines#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#†ylangelegy: svt#†ylangelegy: mine#( some good ol woozi fluff to get me thru my day ... )#( woozi who speaks thru his hands SAVE MEEEE )
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seb doods
lil cutie
#nokart#love me some good ole size difference#sebastian solace pressure#sebastian#sebastian solace x reader#sebastian pressure#sebastian solace#sebastian solace x you#heâs so cute iâm dying
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Parent!Arlecchino HCs because those literally own me AND my soul.
+including wife!reader
LORD AND FUCKING BEHOLD. She would handle your daughter with such tenderness, nails always neatly filed down, never wearing more than your wedding ring on her finger in case the accessories could hurt her babygirl
Always making sure youâre cared for after bringing your bundle of joy into the world, which means youâre on strict bedrest during your recovery, only taking walks outside the manor when she is present and absolutely NO labor. Iâm so serious I think she would go into cardiac arrest if she sees the mother of her child doing anything besides resting and focusing on recovery, like you just give birth wth do you think you are to try and cook dinner for the two of you???
Always gets up in the middle of the night and manages whatever need her daughter has, that is only until she is hungry ofc, otherwise she doesnât even let you get up. You carried her for nine months in your body and had to go through labor, itâs her turn to take care of her and lift the weight off of your shoulders
Insecure about stretch marks and gained weight? Not with her. Sheâd make sure to ease your mind and worries every chance she gets. Wether it be by getting you some new dresses for your wardrobe, caress your belly and tell you how stunning and beautiful she finds you in front of a mirror. More weight means more for her to touch and kiss anyways. In her opinion, the changes on your body are only a beautiful reminder for the biggest gift you couldâve ever given her. Your daughter.
I can imagine her to be actually so besotted with her, but of course she would never let the kids of the Hearth be neglected. In fact, sheâd encourage them to interact with her, one day itâs Lynette trying to feed her dinner, the next itâs Lyney wanting her to spell out his name (she always gets it wrong and he ends up being at the verge of tears)
Also, all Fatui work would be OFF her table for quite the long time. No negotiations. No businesstrips. At most maybe some paperwork every Sunday but other than that she made it clear that she wants to fully focus on the new addition to her life
It took actually all her willpower to not tear up when the word âPapaâ rolled over her lips for the first time. It was a Wednesday Night, and the little terror just didnât want to drive off into sleep, but Arle isnât known for her impatience, so she sits down in the living room by the fire place and decides to entertain her a little. Smooching her cute little baby cheeks, letting those oh so small fingers wrap around hers, tickling her neck with soft kisses. (Authors note: baby fever is real rn. Iâm not kidding chat.) Until in all her active brabbling she finally says it. Maybe it was just a coincidence but something died inside of Arle at that very moment. Save to say that she was in a BRILLIANT mood for the next weeks.
But donât make the mistake to think that Arlecchino would loose her cold and indifferent demeanor once sheâs back to work. Itâs like nothing changed for her. Just donât. Sheâs still the same when it comes to her Harbinger work
It actually pains her every time she has to go on a businesstrip for a longer period of time. What if something happens? What if she happens to take her first steps in her absence? She couldnât bear the thought of it but you reassured her as much as you could, even telling her to pull herself together a little. You will be fine.
Now in the future, if your daughter happens to take an interest in various insects just like her father⊠their daddy-daughter bond is unbreakable. Always taking her little girl in forest walks, thumb gently stroking over her small hand as they both rant about the various animals they come across. Growing up, Arle never had someone to share her interest in spiders, bugs, etc. so having a smaller version of herself be as interested in them as her - it heals something inside of her.
Has such a soft spot for doing her hair. No matter the occasion, she always makes sure her daughters hair looks beautiful. Either adorned by a ribbon, hairclips or a ponytail. She loves doing her hair, spending always extra time before bed brushing the comb through the soft strands, pressing a kiss to her head when she is done. God somebody help this woman.
And I think the most wonderful and perfect sight to her is coming home to the both of you after falling asleep on the sofa. Your girl clinging to you with her face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as your arms were wrapped around her small body so there is absolutely ZERO chance of her accidentally slipping off of you. She debates bringing up the idea of a second child whenever she looks at you, so full of love it actually makes her heart ache. She just loves the two of you that much.
Genuinely canât stay mad at her for longer than a few minutes. Of course she gets disciplined from time to time by you and her, she is still a child after all and children do sometimes stupid things so the first time she sticks out her tongue to you because she didnât want to take a bath⊠Arle sat her down and had a talk with her. A long one. It was also the first and last time she ever disrespected you in any form or manner.
I literally cannot put into words how MUCH I love arlecchino as a parent and everyone saying that it wouldnât fit her character: YOU DONT GET HER LIKE WE DO!!!!đđđŒ
#genshin fanfic#genshin impact#genshin x reader#arlecchino hc#arlecchino#arlecchino x you#arlecchino x reader#peruere x reader#I LOVE HER SO MUCH OLS#ineedthiswomansobadimsobbing#DOMESTICARLEHASMYWHOLEHEART#genshin arlecchino#fatui x reader#fatui harbingers
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Hotty Toddy. (OP)
request: âas an ole miss fan the gators cheerleader also hurt my heart, but it was so cute. could you do like logan sargeants lil sister (@carolinewalkerrr fc pls) who is an ole miss cheerleader x oscar piastriâ
note: sorry this took sooo long. but i stuck with the og nostalgic layout here since it was already started lol. i made reader 21 in this since oscar's 23!
pairing: oscar piastri x sargeantsis!reader!olemisscheerleader
fc: caroline walker (carolinerwalkerrr on insta)
warnings: none! just cute fluff
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y/n.sargeant: just an ole miss cheerleader with her mclaren bf, what else? â€ïžđ§Ą
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sergeantsibsfp: nothing just a healthy couple whom i envy đ„Č
user6: the way he hard launched them a few weeks ago and i already know that they are each others endgame fr
oscarpiastri: sheâs also a mclaren cheerleader ;)
âł y/n.sargeant: obviously <3
olemissedits: our favorite couple đ„č
user4: adborableeee omg
yourbsf: cheer mom and driver dad
âł oscarpiastri: clingy child
âł y/n.sargeant: LMAO
âł yourbsf: yeah but you guys love taking me to din din
logansargeant: your welcome for taking the first pic btw
âł y/n.sargeant; oh. yeah. thanks!
f1wags: so prettyy. you guys are adorable
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oscarpiastri: las vegas gp race weekends with my <3
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y/n.sargeant: ya ya ya <3
âł user7: i think she means "ra ra ra" guysđ€
logansargeant: excuse me? come support me this weekend in our literal country?? im offended.
âł y/n.sargeant: of course, i'll come support you (alex)
âł alex_albon: :)))
âł logansargeant: wtf?????
âł oscarpiastri: take your eagle elsewhere
âł logansargeant: rethink that. whose sister are you dating?
âł oscarpiastri: .....sorryđ
user9: y/n cheering on oscar and logan has to be like, a full time job
yourbsf: MA'AM??? i need water cause i can't breath!!!
âł y/n.sargeant: i fear you mean cpr, not water?
âł yourbsf: this is why i'm a cheerleader and not premed đŹ
f1wags: yeah, she's a cheerleader, but she's also our beauty queen frđč
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y/n.sargeant: me and my love in vegas
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oscarpiastri: i love you babe
âł y/n.sargeant: i love youuuuu
âł logansargeant: are we throwing that word around now??
user1: shes stunning and hes...there?
âł user8: plssssss foullll
olemiss9fp: our fav girl is just doing hot gal shit in vegas đ
yourbsf: ughhhh come home the kids miss you (me, im the kids)
âł y/n.sargeant: we'll bring you next time <3
âł oscarpiastri: she's lying, we will not bring you
âł yourbsf: :(
f1wags: our girl can dresssssđđ€
user5: they give me golden red bf and husky gf vibes
âł user3: nooo cuz i agree so much
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oscarpiastri: back in mississippi to cheer my girl onđâ€ïž
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user5: just so everyone knows, lando, daniel, charles, max, carlos, and logan were seen with oscar and y/n today in mississippi before the game...
âł user7: sooo, they're gonna be at the game tonight?
âł user5: i think so? that's what i'm assuming
y/n.sargeant: hotty toddy ;)
âł olemisscheer: hotty toddy!!!!!!
logansargeant: thank god we're back in the usa
âł landonorris: yeah, now you can let your eagle wings spread and soar, logan
âł danielricciardo: as an honorary american, it feels good to be home đŠ
âł logansargeant: uhhuh
sargeantsibs2edits: can't wait for more sargeant sibling content while they're home
yourbsf: my girl's home :')
*liked by y/n.sargeant*
f1wags: y/n looks so adorable in her outfitđ„č
user3: when they go to each others games and support each other >
piastri9fp: oscar's a natural on the bike fr
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Driver Updates @offthefridupdates âą 3hr ago
Update: Oscar Piastri and girlfriend Y/n Sargeant were spotted leaving his private jet with Lando Norris and Logan Sargeant in tow. A few hours later, Daniel Ricciardo, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz were seen leaving Max's private jet and meeting up with the other four.
The eight have since been spotted getting lunch and Y/n showing them around The University of Mississippi, aka Ole Miss, where she goes to school where she cheers and is in the premed program.
Then, at tonight's game, Oscar is supporting his girlfriend with her brother and the other drivers previously mentioned.
Hotty Toddy, Y/n!!!!!
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Sara @sarraluvsf1 âą 2hr ago
Y/n is literally my idol. She's the best cheerleader, amazing premed student, focused, beautiful, she's dating her brother's best friend like girl...i want to be youuuuu
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Michael @mikestalks7 âą 2hr ago
I started watching F1 for the sport, but now I just love to see Y/n thriving in cheer. When is she gonna get her own show? @Netflix
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Riley @f1loverrrr âą 1hr ago
Not you tagging Netflix (but I agree pls give us more Sargeant Sibling content)
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y/n.sargeant: reunited with my girl + a cute pic of oscar i took :)
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yourbsf: i missed you <3
âł y/n.sargeant: i missed you too <3
user2: no cause they are THE iconic duo đ
landonorris: where did all the group photos we took go???
âł y/n.sargeant: well, they were all taken after i had sweat so bad that my hair was a mess and i looked like death so those will never see the light of day!!
âł landonorris: đđđ
f1wags: she is beauty, she is grace, she is mother
user7: her insta pics never missđ«Ą
danielricciardo: this is when i wished you cheered for the longhorns tbhđ€·ââïž
âł y/n.sargeant: i never want to speak to you again. out
âł danielricciardo: jk!! HAHA so funny!!đđđ
âł y/n.sargeant: ....mhmmđ
piastriedit81: i need to edit y/n she's so prettyyyy
charles_leclerc: thank you for having us. we had so much fun đ
âł carlossainz55: trying to act all professional when he started crying when y/n fell during warmups
âł charles_leclerc: I THOUGHT SHE HURT HERSELF
âł oscarpiastri: she's tough, she can take a little fallâ€ïž
âł y/n.sargeant: â€ïžđ
âł maxverstappen1: she can, but charles can't
user4: the banter in this comment section has me rollingggg
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Let me start saying I love your blog, reblogs and headcanons, truly, all of the aboveđ©·đ©·
If youâre comfortable with the question, do you have any for the Destined One with a female virgin reader?
So I wanna say thank you đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ I havenât quite shared my own head canons much but I donât have any issue sharing them 𫶠others do a much better job of it so Iâve left it to them. But! Your ask comes at a wonderful time as I needed a break from writing a fic đ (kill me im up to 20k)
Letâs get after it! Destined One & a female virgin head canons? Iâll give it a shot! There will be a nsfw section below sorry if thatâs not your thing. I wasnât super explicit on body parts etc but let me know if you guys want a Sun Wukong one? Iâd try.
If youâre NOT in a relationship yet and he finds out? (Be it you told him outright or it comes out in passing conversation)
Heâd would remain expressionless and quiet as usual. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it and remain respectful
But if you look closely you can see him swallowing thickly at the new information
Will NOT treat you differently
He has a LOT of feelings for you and knowing you havenât shared yourself with someone else, while not a huge deal heâs never really cared one way or another, itâs something he finds himself thinking about often.
It makes him a little hot under the collar sometimes when he looks at you and remembers what youâd said.
NSFW - on the very rare occasions that he takes some time to himself or youâre not around, in the quiet he puts his goal to the side for just a moment and allows himself to think about his wishes and whims. Specially how heâd touch you and make it good for you because you deserve to be treated like youâre special and HE wants to be the one to do it.
If youâre in a relationship and it either came up naturally or during a moreâŠheated moment.
Would absolutely freeze. Like body full on screenshot kinda freeze - only his tail would flick and twitch as he processes
Because honestly it hadnât occurred to him before but it is NOW. Heâs thought of you and making love with you but first or not first hadnât been a topic of thought
Heâd probably internally get flustered and his heart would race ridiculously but on the outside his expression would appear stoic or mildly surprised
Wouldnât try to pressure you or make a big deal out of it, as though it doesnât matter one way or another besides making extra sure youâre comfortable
His tail would eventually give him away though as it would be swishing behind him happy and interested as the information settles in his brain
Dude would be first and foremost HONORED If you shared that news with him and were giving him your first
Probably a first for him too ngl. I see him as someone who was so focused on his path that warming anotherâs bed wasnât something he was willing to spare time on.
If itâs not a first for him too then itâs not something heâs done often and isnât an expert
Would definitely thank you for trusting him with sweet reassuring kisses (if they are a little heated donât blame him too much)
He is respectful! As I said no pressure. No rush. But would the information please him? Yes.
Definitely adds fire to his belly because HE will be your first
Sends a note of possession through him not because heâd âownâ you but because regardless of being a first or not youâd be his and he yours.
NSFW:
Regardless of if youâre shy or ready to get the show on the road heâd be so gentle and would be careful, really careful.
Probably a bit unsure and might move a little too fast accidentally in his own lust but would immediately sooth you as soon as he realizes
Looks to your expressions and sounds to make sure youâre feeling good and safe
He wants to treat you WELL views it as HIS duty to make sure youâre happy
Itâs a lot of pressure but heâd do his best and set his mind to it being nothing but perfect for you
I imagine at first his hands would be so feather light letting you get used to him and his touch as he undresses you piece by piece- heâd watch his claws unless he finds out you enjoy them grazing across your skin
Heâd brush his lips across every piece of new skin revealed to his eyes unable to help himself
Finds out he really loves your chest, both feeling you & tasting you. as well as napping on you later
But over time as the act went on heâd be more confident, still tender but less unsure
Heâd be enamored every time he got you to sigh or make a pleased sound
Itâs his goal to hears those often
When he discovers how turned on heâs made you it would send waves of pride crashing over him, he had done THAT
Overall though heâd take his time
He probably wonât speak much if at all, but heâd make sure youâre ready every step of the way. If he does speak itâs not more than a few words here or there, low and only for you to hear as he nips your ear
Multiple check ins
Heâs a giver, and while he isnât practiced whatsoever heâd use his mouth and fingers to bring you pleasure, finding out exactly how you like it by listening to the way you moan or the way your body shivers and trembles with specific movements
He 100% will become VERY VERY good with his hands and mouth
His tail is sneaky, heâd use it as a way to hold on to your leg (holding you open while one of his hands is occupied) or would brush the the furry appendage across your skin just to see goosebumps rise in its wake
When youâre finally connected, after time spent letting you get used to him (and him you because letâs be real heâd be overwhelmed by the feel of tightly wrapped around him too) heâd roll his hips gently
He would make sounds, sighs and groans in your ear.
Heâd love it if you cling on to him and tell him heâs doing something good
Full on shudders if you scratch his back or dig your nails into him - he loves it and he might accidentally thrust too hard when you do it
Wants to hear you đđ
Would keep control for as long as he could but would listen to your requests almost instantly if you asked him to move faster
Would love it if you moved his hand exactly where you wanted him to touch you
Would suck marks on your skin - thighs and neck, wherever he absentmindedly ran his lips. Would be shy about it later but would touch them possessively or when youâre dressed his eyes would stray to where his marks are on your skin.
Afterwards heâd silently but tenderly wipe you down and then pull you into his arms
Would nuzzle his face against you and breathe your scent as you both relax and come down from your high
Would massage any soreness you have that he could and feel pride at wearing you out, although his face wouldnât show it
His tail would be like a vice around your thigh all night and trying to get out of his hold in the morning is a chore
Heâd 100% take care of you especially for a first time is basically what Iâm saying. After, he may be a bit rougher with his movements or may be impatient at times especially after a tough fight and adrenaline is still kicking but will always treat you tenderly as you guys build confidence together.
#black myth wukong#black myth wukong x reader#destined one x reader#sun wukong x reader#I tried đđ€Ł#back to the ol fic grind now#thank you anon đ«¶#BK Kai Writes
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How the Our Life 1 Leads Love | As Told By Tarot
cw. gn!reader, tarot, headcanons
pairing. cove x reader, derek x reader, baxter x reader (separate)
notes. is it really an indoctrination into writing for a fandom if i don't make some sort of tarot headcanons post for the leads? no, it isn't. so here are is my usual brand of headcanons for the leads of olba
deck. prisma visions tarot
cove
the winged boar, ace of chalices, nine of pentacles, king of chalices
once the gate of love has been opened with cove, it flows without abandon and without restriction. and yet it's not overwhelming. cove's love is more akin to finding yourself overflowing in wealth after discovering a spring with luxurious minerals. he likes to be spoiled but cove gives back just as much as he takes. cove's love is peaceful. it's the domesticity in lazily making pancakes on a sunday morning and. in an impromptu trip to the aquarium or sleeping on a poppy-covered hill during the last days of summer. cove can admit he can be quick to be a downer and he is slow to warm up to people, he's also fairly emotional and quick to tears. and yet despite his self-perceived shortcomings he still managed to connect with you. perhaps the saying 'when pigs fly' has some merit to it because he feels like some sort of boar must have been flying for you to come into his life. he wouldn't change that for the world.
derek
two of pentacles, six of chalices, wheel of fortune, the star
it's like derek's a kid all over again when he's in love. there's a bright-eyed, hopeful innocence to him you can't help but notice. the sky is bluer than normal, the grass twice as green. the world is just more vibrant to him when he's in love with someone. as hard a worker as derek is, however, he never makes you feel like second place. he works his hardest to make you a priority in his life, even more that you honestly feel that way too. you're a team and a team looks out for one another, especially when it's a team as precious as this one. derek most assuredly believes in soulmates and he know he's found his. of course, derek knows that a relationship isn't only the good and beautiful. relationships take work, they can be difficult and can be ugly at times depending on the period of life one is in. that's only a small bump in the road as far as he is concerned. he is in this through even the bad with the hope you'll both find yourselves on the path of good again
baxter
nine of chalices, king of chalices, the emperor, two of wands
a baxter that no longer runs away from commitments and those who wish to maintain lasting connections with him is a love as sturdy as they come. as he is now, baxter doesn't date with only brief fulfillment in mind, baxter is in it for the long hall. he wants you to feel like he is in this all the way, because he is. he's articulate in expressing how he feels and he wants you to feel comfortable enough with him to do the same. gone is someone who was scared to do more than give a half-hearted parody of a relationship to avoid letting people see who he is. who baxter is is now on full display and he presents his heart to you on a transparent platter to do with what you choose. to baxter, you provide a level of comfort he feels he never let himself have before. it's more than satisfying
#look she's writing#our life#our life: beginnings & always#olba#headcanons#tarot#cove x reader#derek x reader#baxter x reader#cove holden#derek suarez#baxter ward#our life x reader#ol x reader
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kentucky
simon x f! reader | 490 words cw: alcohol, simon being a creep, lots of italics, a smidgen of implied stalking a/n: wrote this on my phone at work. been jonesing for an old-fashioned, so this is how i'm dealing with that.
contrary to johnnyâs loud and wrong opinions, simon has a life. sure, he spends his leave alone, pursuing hobbies like amateur welding, shooting, and fishing, but he isnât a complete shut-in. at the supermarket, he spots a flyer for an american bourbon tasting at some pub heâs never visited and decides, why the fuck not.
to his private delight, the host is a cute thing. typical over-friendly american, too casual and familiar with the proprietor. her voice nearly does him in first. a siren if he's ever heard one. greeting him with a melodic drawl, like a lazy river winding through the hills. pictures himself on a porch in the shade with her balanced on his knee, batting at his hands when he slides them under her skirt.
her eyes crinkle with each wide smile, and christ, is she generous with them. makes him feel a bit possessive, how she doles âem out. she doesnât bat an eye when only five souls turn up for the tasting, effortlessly pivoting to cater to a smaller, more intimate setting. sweet and charismatic, effervescent, like she ought to hock champagne instead of whiskey.
introduces herself as an expat and a spirits and beer writer from louisville, and he nearly bites through his tongue to stifle a laugh. unbelievable that he leaves the house one evening, and a fucking angel falls into his lap. well. sheâll end up there eventually, at least. when she floats over, checking in and listening to his seat neighborâs comments on the first sample, he purrs something about loving kentucky. she laughs like itâs a joke but stops when he sips, swishes, and spits, all without breaking eye contact. after that, she stops approaching his place at the end of the table, but he catches her staring when she thinks heâs not looking.
he sips and noses the rest of the bourbon, inhaling slowly and deeply. susses out the caramel and vanilla notes, the oak and spices. imagines nestling his nose elsewhere, namely the pad of fat above her pussy, and wonders how sheâd taste. daydreams about falling face-first into her cunt, her fists grabbing at his ears since his hairâs too short. maybe her cumâs as syrupy as her voice, sweet and honeyed. how heady a scent and flavor, pure fantasy enough to make his cock twitch with interest. he adjusts himself under the table and grins when she stumbles over her parting words.
dismissed, he bides his time just out of sight. doesnât linger with the others, busy paying her compliments and unwittingly gathering his intel for him. where are you from exactly? howâre you liking the area? you move here with a boyfriend? youâre single? one badgering old broad asks, and when kentucky proudly proclaims she moved to find herself after a break up, he decides itâs fate.Â
how convenient, he thinks later, outside her building, that she already has a bottle of his favorite to celebrate the occasion.
#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x f!reader#simon ghost riley x f!reader#like a good ol' boy
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LOGAN HOWLETT - X-Men/MCU
#i think about this scene on a daily basis#why is he literally always sad bruh does this man never get a day of happiness#i just wanna kiss his pretty little (probably chapped) lips#logan howlett is my kitty meow meow#iâm not crying youâre crying#mwuah#ily logan howlett#heâs just a big olâ kitty cat in desperate need of a hug#hugh jackman#x men#x men 92#x men 97#x men movies#x men apocalypse#x men first class#x men rogue#x men fanart#x men oc#x men comics#x men the animated series#x men evolution#x man#x mansion#james logan howlett x reader#james logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan x reader#logan howlett
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⥠part four âĄ
ExHusband!Price x f!reader
*have NOT proofread (whatâs new?)
You've spent a good part of your night tossing and turning, feeling as if your bed is suddenly too big for you. Too empty.
You really shouldn't.
But you can't sleep, and he's right downstairs...
John insisted on the king for the two of you, when you were together. You sleeping alone in it suddenly felt so wrong.
Maybe it was stupid to ask that John sleeps on the couch tonight.
He's only staying one more night, anyway.
You've already fucked, anyway.
But you thought it would help you clear your head; now you're awake at 3am because you can't stop thinking about him.
You switch on the lamp that sits on your nightstand and throw the covers off of yourself.
This is dumb. You should talk yourself out of it.
Instead, you go into the washroom and brush your teeth.
Then brush your hair.
You change into a cuter pair of pajamas, and then you quietly head downstairs into the living room thatâs being dimly lit by the tv still playing whatever random documentary he was watching, now on mute.
"John-" You stop in your tracks.
The kids beat you to it.
John's asleep on his back with both children sleeping soundly on top of him. The youngest with her arm slung around John's neck, the oldest with his arm hugging John's middle.
You can't even be upset. Look how cute they are.
You lean down and place a kiss on both of their heads and return back upstairs to your bed.
The moment you left the room, Johnâs eyes opened.
He heard you moving around upstairs. He heard you call out his name. He knew exactly what you wanted.
John sat up slowly, careful not to wake the children. He carried them easily, one in each arm, up to their respective beds.
Once they were tucked in, John made his way down the hall to your bedroom.
He slowly pushed the door open just enough to peek in at you, lying on his side of the bed.
Erâ what was his side of the bed.
You looked so small lying there. So lonely.
âLove?â He whispered, signature John Price smirk on his lips.
To his disappointment, you were already asleep.
John sighed as he stepped further into the room, brushing your hair away from your face and placing a kiss to your temple.
The moment he softly closed your door, your eyes opened.
Of course you werenât asleep. You just knew that it wasnât a good idea.
Youâre just feeling lonely.
Youâre just caught up in it all.
John being back at home, taking care of the kids, sneaking kisses, the sexâ
John was your ex-husband for a reason.
Right?
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#you sleeping alone in the big bed while big olâ price is squished between two kids on the sofa is actually hilarious#call of duty#captain john price#captain john price x reader#captain price#john price#cod smut#captain price smut#cod headcanons#cod mwii#cod x reader#price headcannon#captain price fluff#price headcanons#price x reader#cod x you#dad!price#exhusband!price
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John Price x Reader
Summary: When John gets an unexpected invite to his ex-wifeâs wedding, he scrambles to find a suitable date to take with him to ward off old ghosts from his past.
Notes: trans John, fat reader, subtle transphobia from minor characters
John sat alone on his couch, his mail left forgotten on the seat to his right, as he tipped his drink back and looked over the thick card stock in his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the names embossed across the top, his grimace pulling just tight enough to be mistaken for a snarl.
He placed the glass down on the coffee table in front of him and reached for the cigar burning away in the ashtray. He felt sick to his stomach as he took a deep pull; it was one of his habits that she had never liked, especially in the house. Heâd promised time and time again that heâd quit for her, but he never had and now it was too late to matter.
Sheâd frowned and huffed and ignored him for a week when sheâd first caught him smoking. Freshly seventeen, the pair of them, and sheâd practically begged him to not copy the other boys theyâd grown up with, to never do it again. But he hadnât listened.
Childhood sweethearts, John had boasted when theyâd been married. Their whole lives planned out together, just waiting for them to get going.
But after sixteen years together, twelve of those married, sheâd finally had enough and asked John for a divorce.
It had broken his heart to sign the papers, to have her look him in the eyes and bravely tell him it wasnât going to work anymore. She couldnât keep going on like this, it wasnât a life. Always relegated to second best, forever waiting for him to keep his promise that heâd finally prioritise her over his work.
She wasnât selfish for wanting commitment, sheâd insisted and John couldnât have agreed more. But heâd been young and stupid, and assumed his wife would always be safely his until suddenly she wasnât and he was left only with regret for not changing sooner.
Heâd suggested couples therapy in a last desperate effort and sheâd tearily shaken her head. She was adamant, settled firm, unmovable. Ironically one of Johnâs favourite things about her.
What made the cold, lonely nights after that worse for John was that theyâd ended it on relatively good terms. There was no other man he could blame, and she hadnât been able to cut ties completely either, keeping in touch and stringing him along through the odd habitual text after the initial separation. She didnât seem to hold it against him that he was unable to switch off from work, able to swallow the bitter pill easier now that they were separated, and he was desperate enough for even a sliver of what theyâd had that he ate up any interaction she gave him.
Even six years later, she still sent him a message on his birthday or at Christmas, wishing him well. And he knew his family still spoke to her; hard not to given they all lived in his home town. Heâd moved away, left her the house; it wasnât like he wanted it or the memories that came with it and it meant he could get somewhere a little more convenient for work.
His eyes flickered back down to the card without his permission. The invite. He felt his throat grow tight.
Charlotte Price & Tom Smith would like you to join them to celebrate on their wedding day...
He dropped the card onto the table next to his glass before he could keep reading and make the pit in his stomach any bigger; took another puff of his cigar and wished his drink would magically refill itself. Heâd always taken it as a good sign the fact that sheâd never bothered to change back to her maiden name. More fool him.
Pulling out his phone from his pocket he hesitated before ringing Kate.
âJohn,â she answered, surprise in her tone. âYouâve been home for less than... three hours by my estimate.â
âNeed some time off, Kate,â he said without preamble.
âFinally taking that holiday Iâve been pushing for?â
He laughed humourlessly. âNot exactly.â
She hummed, but didnât push. John could hear the clacking of her laptop keys when he told her the dates he was requesting.
âCharlotteâs getting remarried,â he said eventually. His voice unusually quiet. âGot the invite through in the mail.â
âShit,â Kate swore. âYou're going?â
âNever was able to say no to her,â he admitted with a chuckle, like it was a joke and not a sad fact.
âDo you need a date?â She offered.
He was already shaking his head before she finished the sentence. âIâll be fine.â
âFine?â Kate scoffed. âJohn, Iâve met your family and I remember Charlotte. Nothing about this will be fine, youâll need a friend.â
John winced as he thought about the amount of voicemail messages heâd left unplayed from his mother since getting back that morning. Now that he could guess what they were about he was even less inclined to listen to them; he knew sheâd be asking if he got his invite, what he was planning on wearing, how long heâd be staying, who heâd be bringing as his date.
Despite all of his quick climb of the ladder and many accolades within the military his mother had never acknowledged them, always focused on something else to worry over instead. And for the last six year it had been the idea of her eldest dying alone after he was divorced; she did so love Charlotte.
If he went alone, his mother would be on the cusp of insufferable the entire time he was there, but if he brought Kate, sheâd be outright intolerable to the both of them.
âSheâd be worse if I brought a mate instead,â he said, not needing to clarify who âsheâ was. âIf I go alone I can always lie about a new partner or someone Iâm seeinâ; itâs not unbelievable that sheâd be too busy with work to get the time off to come. The benefit of the doubt goes away if I bring you or, God forbid, bloody Simon.â
Kate snorted down the phone.
âThey wonât believe you,â she said matter of fact. âOne look at your face when you see her and theyâll know.â
John stayed quiet.
âMaybe.â
âWant my advice?â
âNot in this case, no.â
Kate ploughed on regardless.
âDonât go, John. Youâll only hurt yourself and potentially ruin her day. Itâs selfish,â she said plainly.
âDonât pull your fucking punches, Kate.â
âIt was selfish of her to invite you,â she clarified, hearing the hurt disguised in Johnâs voice. âBut itâs selfish of you to go too. We both know how you want it to end and itâs not in her fiancĂ©âs favour.â
âThis might be the last time I ever see her,â John said softly. He didnât visit home often, it had been years in fact and he doubted heâd want to stick around long enough in future visits to bump into Charlotte with a new manâs ring on her finger. âI have to go. I want to.â
Kate sighed. âYouâve got the time off, thereâs nothing stopping you.â
In a bid to change the subject John looked at his watch and winced when he worked out what time it was for her. With a quick apology for calling her at such an awkward time he waited for her to say goodbye before hanging up.
He looked at the invite one last time before standing up to refill his drink.
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John only had to deal with three weeks on leave before he was called back in and was once again able to throw himself into work as a distraction. He was able to forget about the wedding most days in the months leading up to the date, only reminded when he checked his civilian phone and saw the calls and messages heâd missed while away or sat in his office pouring over paperwork.
He kept his replies short, clipped and to the point; tired of having to repeat himself, but he tried not to be mean even when his mum sent an unintentionally hurtful, âMaybe youâd have had better luck finding a date if you hadnât made the switch. You were always so pretty xxxâ.
He turned his phone on silent and pushed his knuckles into his eyes, hunched over his desk as he felt anger and despair in equal measure bubble and boil behind his teeth.
By chance, he managed to catch his sisterâs call.
âBloody finally, John,â she sighed down the phone. âMumâs going mad over here. She doesnât know whether to make up the spare room for you or not.â
âTell her not to bother,â he said. âSaid already Iâll stay at a hotel nearby. Easier for all of us.â
âDonât be an arsehole,â his sister chided.
John gritted his teeth. âSheâs just been... A lot, over these last weeks.â
âWouldn't be in this situation if you hadnât have cocked it up with the one person on the planet willing to deal with all your bullshit,â Lizzy said unsympathetically.
âCheers. Iâd forgotten completely. Thanks, Liz.â John ran a hand over his tired eyes. âIs that all you rang for?â
âMm,â she hummed. âGive Kate my regards, Iâm sure Iâll get to catch up with her at the wedding.â
âActually, Iâm bringing a date, a woman Iâm seeing,â John said without thinking.
His sister went quiet for a moment before clearing her throat. âOh? Youâve never mentioned her before.â
âWasnât sure if it was serious,â John lied, cursing himself for it. âBut sheâs got the time off, so hopefully sheâll be coming with me. Another reason we want the hotel room.â
âOf course,â Lizzy laughed. âShouldâve guessed. Mum will be pleased.â
âIâm sure.â He waited for a moment and she scoffed, annoyed at his none-answers.
âWell, are you going to tell me anything about her?â
âAnd have nothing to talk about when we get there? No chance,â John deflected. âIâve got to go, got a meeting starting soon.â
âAt this time?â She asked, surprised.
âNew intel just came in. Canât say much more.â
âOf course, of course. See you soon then, John.â
He massaged his temples when she hung up, his oncoming headache leaving his jaw tense and eyes squinting.
He looked at the clock above his office door and cringed when he saw the late time. He contemplated crashing in his room and potentially rolling around wide awake for another couple of hours or traipsing to the rec room in hopes of finding a bit of company to take his mind off of things for a while.
With a groan, he stood stiffly from his desk and headed towards the shared rec room.
He sighed in relief when he saw his team sat around the small table, cards in hand and a bottle of whiskey off to the side only half empty.
âMind if I join next round?â He asked as he pulled out a chair.
âOnly if you donât mind Soap cheating,â Gaz said, sending his fellow sergeant a mucky look.
âJusâ admit yer shite at cards, Garrick,â Johnny laughed, unperturbed by the accusation.
John smiled as he watched the three of them finish the hand before he was dealt in. His phone rang, but he left it to go to voicemail as he studied his cards and considered his options, thanking Simon when he poured him a drink. It rang a second time when Soap won, then a third immediately after. John clenched his jaw and checked the ID, putting it back down when he saw mum flashing across the top of the screen.
Lizzy hadnât waited to spread the news then. Fuck.
He noticed the three men eyeing up his phone and tense shoulders, but he didnât acknowledge it. It wasnât until the fourth call that Soap spoke up.
âYer certainly popular tonight, sir.â
âA mission we donât know about?â Kyle asked, eyebrows furrowed.
John shook his head. âNothing like that. Just been invited to a wedding, is all.â
The three of them focused on him at that, eyes peeled away from their cards at the reminder that their Captain had a personal life outside of these walls.
Before any of them had chance to ask, John sighed. âFamilyâs been nonstop calling me the last month or so, putting pressure on me to bring someone along,â he admitted.
âIf you wanted a date so badly,â Johny started, puffing up his chest only to fold over wheezing when Simon elbowed him, hard.
âTold them Iâm bringing a woman, Soap. But thanks for the offer, think Iâd have asked Gaz first though,â John joked.
âYour loss,â Simon said gruffly. âIâve been told Iâm very charming.â
âThey have a gun to their head at the time?â Johnny said under his breath.
âMy sister might be available to go with ya,â Gaz offered. âAnd unlike our âcharmingâ Lt here, she can actually talk a strangerâs ear off.â
âI couldnât ask her to do that, Gaz. Could make things awkward for you,â Price hedged, hesitant to agree.
âShe loves weddings, sir, any excuse to get dressed up and have a few free drinks,â Kyle said with an easy shrug. He grinned and continued, âAnd not like itâs a real date, wouldnât have to pull you aside for the shovel talk. Sheâd just be doing you a favour. Could pay it back by having Ghost go easy on us in training after the break at Christmas this year.â
John huffed a laugh as Simon grumbled, but it felt a little forced as he thought about the offer. With a sigh he took a drink of the cheap beer Soap had nabbed them all from the communal fridge once the whiskey started getting low.
âNo âarm in it,â Simon added, watching their captain closely.
John nodded shortly at Kyle and watched with growing anxiety and embarrassment as the young sergeant tapped away on his phone. Johnny shuffled and distributed the cards for a new game, giving John a moment of reprieve to look away, but when he turned back and caught Gazâs frown his stomach sank.
âWhat?â He asked a little too sharply. It would be one thing to be rejected by a woman heâs never met, but another entirely for it to happen in front of his men when he was already feeling unsteady from the oncoming wedding.
âSheâs busy that weekend, some festivalâs on that sheâs got tickets for,â Kyle winced. He sent John an apologetic look before his phone buzzed again. âWait, she said her mate might be up for it.â
Johnny leant heavily against Kyleâs side, arm thrown over the back of his chair, and read the message over his shoulder.
âThough apparently the friend said you hafta pay her ÂŁ100 fâr it, pick her up and drop her home,â Johnny huffed through a disbelieving laugh. âCheeky, that. Donâ even know what she looks like and sheâs charginâ ye.â
âCould ask for a photo,â Gaz offered again, but John waved him off.
He was still unconvinced, the acidic bubble of embarrassment at the back of his throat caused by having to buy his fucking date to his exâs wedding left him cautious. He was handsome, he knew, but he just didnât have the time or the desire to go out looking for someone that wasnât Charlotte.
His phone lit up with a notification for a new voice mail and he thought about the streams of calls and unanswered texts from his family and his ex-wife, all asking about his plus one in some capacity and ranging subtlety.
âSend me her number.â
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The pair of you decided to meet up a month before the wedding, not long after youâd first started texting and covered the basic introductions, figuring it would be easier to fake a relationship if the wedding wasnât the first time youâd both met.
And before committing to the role you wanted a better idea of what kind of man John was.
Safety first and all that, it didnât matter that your friend kind of knew him through her younger brother, you wanted to know who you could potentially be spending a full weekend away with.
Heâd agreed without fuss and let you pick the spot, in public and during the day obviously. This wasnât your first blind date, though the circumstances were a lot different and it had you feeling nervous even though you didnât really have anything to lose.
John had arrived at the cafĂ© early, not wanting to make a bad impression. However the extra time meant that he had longer to stew over the events that had led him to meeting a stranger to negotiate whether sheâd be willing to lie to his family for him or if he wasnât worth the time.
Heâd sat at the back where it was quieter, needing the privacy as he ruminated over his lack of options, though he stared across the room out of the large front windows onto the street.
Johnâs eyes caught onto a plump young thing jogging across the road, and he let them wander across her frame languidly. He mourned his ex-wifeâs touch as he watched the woman enter the cafĂ© with sweat just beginning to bead at her brow, her eyes flickering around the room nervously. He couldnât help but notice how she was exactly his usual type, similar in some respects to how Charlotte had looked early on in their marriage even, with a round face, thick thighs and soft tits hidden beneath her cosy jumper.
John froze when the woman met his gaze and smiled, lifting a hand in a small, hesitant wave.
âJohn?â She mouthed, and he found himself nodding automatically. She looked pleased before heading to the register to make her order.
John straightened up in his seat and frowned down into his tea. He wasnât interested, hadnât been interested in anyone but his ex in all the years since sheâd left, but he was tempted all the same to tell Gaz to thank his sister for introducing what was likely her most beautiful friend.
He had to stop himself from glaring daggers into his tea, frustrated with himself and his thoughts, as you came over from the counter with your drink in hand and an apprehensive smile on your face as you took your seat opposite him.
âSorry if Iâm a little late, I thought weâd said half past,â you apologised, looking to his mostly empty cup.
âI was early.â John cleared his throat. âSorry, I havenât done this in a long time. âM a little rusty.â
You let out a soft laugh and shrug. âDonât worry about it, thereâs no pressure. Itâs not a real date, right? And thereâs worse things you could be than early; I mean I wanted to meet mainly just to make sure you werenât a raging arsehole or planning on murdering me on our way down South.â
âCan tell all that meeting someone over coffee? Might have to employ you to help with our interrogations.â
âNot sure Iâm cut out for the military life. Iâm no good with blood, I get faint at a paper cut,â you joked.
John huffed, not enough to be considered a laugh but you knew he was amused.
You watched as he took in a deep breath, his shoulders stretching as he leant into the back of his chair, steeling himself for the next part of the conversation.
âThank you⊠for considering doing this. I know itâs not exactly conventional and we donât know each other all that well,â he started, jaw tense even as he spoke.
âI think it might be fun,â you said with a hopeful smile. âThe only weddings Iâve been to were when I was a kid, so Iâm kind of looking forward to it in a weird way.â
John stared at you for a moment and you worried youâd put your foot in it. He was obviously hesitant about the whole deal and there you were talking about how you were excited to go on your little day trip like it wasnât Johnâs family youâd be intruding on.
âYouâre always smiling,â he muttered finally, breaking your building tension.
âWhat?â
âMm.â He blinked and focused once more. âSorry. Yes, it should be nice. The wedding. Charlotte always had good taste.â
âCharlotte, is that the bride?â
âAnd my ex-wife.â
âOh fuck, ok,â you said with raised eyebrows. Your friend had mentioned John having some old connection to the bride to be, but you hadnât been expecting that. John had told you about himself a little in his messages, but heâd not mentioned much about the wedding past the date.
âMy family will be there, theyâve all stayed close after the divorce. Think they prefer her over me and I canât blame âem,â he explained. Your frowned and although he was taken back by the sudden switch in your mood he didnât touch on it. âItâll be easier with a date to keep my family off my back for a few hours while weâre there.â
âAre they a little more, uhm, traditional?â You asked, then tried to lighten up the potentially heavy question. âNot keen on divorces or bachelors?â
âYou could say that,â he agreed nonspecifically. âTheyâre not Catholic, if thatâs what youâre thinking; itâs just a small town, everyone knows everyoneâs business.â
âSmall town like Gilmore Girls or small town like Twin Peaks? Wondering if I need to be cautious of the locals.â
John smiled; your attempts at trying to get him to open up and laugh with you fell flat. âI can pick you up in the morning, drive down in time for the ceremony. Weâll have to stay the night for the celebration the next day as well but after that we can head back. Iâll get you home by the evening.â
You nodded along, fidgeting with your cup. âGreat, uhm and about the money, Iâm sorry to ask but Iâll be missing work for this and I donât get paid leave. Plus Iâll need a dressââ
âItâs not an issue,â he said firmly, waving off your worries.
Your shoulders dropped in relief and you nodded again.
âNever requested a down payment on a date before,â you said with a laugh.
âIâm happy to pay it.â He tapped his thumb on the edge of his empty cup. âDoes that mean youâll go?â
âYeah. Yeah, unless you say something truly awful over the next few weeks, Iâd be happy to go.â
Price felt his headache ease at that. One less thing to worry about.
The stilted conversation continued as you discussed the details of the wedding, the dress code, and his family. John had stood mid way through as you tried to remember the names heâd mentioned and bought you both a second drink each.
âSo thereâs your mum, Shirl, Lizzyâs your younger sister, and your dad is called Richard,â you repeated back to him, taking notes on your phone. âAnyone else of note?â
âNot family, but there might be a few names of people Iâd have probably mentioned to you; neighbours, teachers and the like.â
âOk, cool. You can text me them if youâd prefer.â You finished tapping away before taking a swig of your drink. âSo whatâs our backstory?â
At Johnâs befuddled silence you sat back in shock.
âHave you never seen any romcom ever?â You asked in mock outrage. âWe need to figure out how we met, how long weâve been dating, etcetera etcetera, otherwise your family is gonna sniff out this lie like pigs hunting for truffles.â
âRight, makes sense,â he hummed. âWeâve been dating for almost six months and met through Gaz and your friend. Keep it close enough to the truth so we donât get confused.â
âGood idea. Uhm, you asked me out to coffee and we hit it off because you like how endearing and witty I am,â you said with a cheeky grin.
âAlways did think modesty was overrated,â he played along. âIâm busy a lot with work, so we donât see each other much but weâve made it work for us.â
âDo I get to know much about your work other than your title and apparently that you do interrogations?â
âYou know Iâm a captain of an SAS task force and Iâve been in the service for almost twenty years. Kyle said he texted his sister about me.â
âYeah, yeah he did. She told me what he said, I just wasnât sure if Iâd know more as your girlfriend. We can keep it vague though if youâd prefer.â You tried to move on. âWhat about your friends?â
âKate, Simon, Kyle and Johnny. Teammates. Theyâll recognise the names if you mention them,â John said. âTheyâll probably be more convinced if you mention Farrah, too.â
âWill I have met them yet?â
John hummed as he thought about it. âKate and Farrah are busy like myself. But youâve met Simon and Kyle; Iâm keeping Johnny off your tail for now, dog of a bloke,â John decided.
You snorted at his description and nodded, continuing to add to your notes.
After a minute of silence and no further questions coming from you, John leant forward onto his forearms.
âHave you not got a boyfriend at home thatâll be jealous youâre doing this?â He asked.
You let out a loud, bitter laugh. âNo, Iâm single. I was put off dating pretty recently, actually, after trying my hand at a couple of apps. The whole online schtick really isnât for me turns out, was just a long stint of dead end dates.â
âIâm sure thereâd be someone on there thatâd be worth your time,â John tried to reassure you awkwardly.
âOh thereâs plenty of fish in the sea, but Iâm retiring my fishing pole for the time being. Iâm happy enough being single; and hey, it beats having to sit through a two hour dinner with a guy that wonât stop talking about the rash on his dick.â
John slumped back in his seat in shock with raised eyebrows. He quickly lifted a hand to clamp over his mouth to hide his burgeoning laugh, but his shaking shoulders gave him away.
âPlease, feel free to laugh at the state of my dating life,â you encouraged, rolling your eyes playfully. âItâs like a raging dumpster fire.â
âAt least youâre not hiring someone to go to your ex-wifeâs wedding,â he said, biting his cheek afterwards. He felt the uncomfortable pit in his stomach shift and stretch with guilt at his sudden ability and ease to joke about it. Christ, what was wrong with him?
You noticed his face shutter back to being blank as he looked out across the café and decided not to push. It was all obviously still a sore spot for him.
âWhat were you thinking touch-wise?â You asked instead, willing your voice to stay even. God help if got flustered over the idea of kissing a man still in love with his ex. Youâre an adult, you can hold hands and pretend to be in love without being childish and getting giggly over it. John was stern enough you couldnât doubt his lack of interest, and you werenât about to get yourself tangled up in an unavailable man, even if he was handsome.
John cleared his throat.
âIâve always been pretty big on PDA,â he admitted almost sheepishly. âAnd I mentioned itâs a small town; itâs likely theyâve all seen me fawning over a woman before. It would be⊠suspicious if we didnât kiss, I think. But I was a teenager back then, so I think a more reserved approach wouldnât be unreasonable.â
âOk, cool. So like, the usual coupley stuff, honeymoon phase kind of staying close by and kisses on the cheek kind of thing too.â You took another drink and tried not to think too much about the weight of Johnâs gaze on your face. âJust if you could try not to sneak up on me and do it? I tend to lean into fight more than flight, especially when it comes to strangersâ hands on me.â
âI donât have to touch you if itâll make you uncomfortable,â John offered immediately.
âNo, no! Iâll be ok, Iâm just out of practice I guess, not used to it at the moment. I donât want to slap your hands away without thinking and ruin the charade. Or worse, I watched too much Muppets growing up and likened myself to Miss Piggyâs attitude, wouldnât want to put your training to the test,â you said, making a small karate chop in between the two of you. John hid his smile behind his tea. You shrugged a little self-consciously afterwards and started speaking again. âIâm fine with kissing, and having your hands anywhere on me.â
John coughed as he choked back his drink, fervently shaking his head. âOh, uhm. No, that wonâtââ
âLike over my clothes, I just meant like my waist, or my arse at most. I didnât meanâ Keeping it PG13.â
John chuckled nervously and rubbed a hand down over the scruff of his thick mutton chops. âRight, right. Sorry, I jumped to conclusions there.â
âNo, I think that was on me,â you huffed, embarrassed. You grabbed your bag and stood. âI think Iâve got enough to work with here, Iâll message you if I think of anything else I might need to know. But⊠Itâll be ok, John, or at least not as shitty as it couldâve been having to go alone.â
John scoffed. âThanks, Sunshine.â
âSunshine?â You ask, tilting your head like an inquisitive puppy.
âAlways got that sunny grin on, havenât ya?â
âOh please,â you rolled your eyes again, biting back the very same grin he spoke of. âPractice the story, yeah?â
âYes, maâam,â he nodded.
âOh! We should probably take a photo together, right? For our lock screens, real couples have each other on their phones.â
Johnâs smile turned brittle. âRight.â
You moved to sit in the seat next to John instead of opposite and clicked on your camera, aiming it at the pair of you, you grinned wide and nudged John when he kept frowning.
âTry and make it convincing, câmon,â you encouraged lightly. He smiled thinly and you took a few quick snaps. âIâll send them to you later. Thanks for the coffee, John.â
âSee you later,â he said and watched you walk out of the cafĂ© and down the street.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and wished he felt better about the wedding than he did. Although it was a relief to not be going alone anymore, it felt worse somehow now that heâd met you and hadnât immediately disliked you.
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