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FIRST TIME MEETING:

▹ jax literally does NOT care when you first arrive because he's seen too many newbies lose their minds within the first week (he's learned not to get attached too quickly after what happened with ribbit)

▹ probably pranks you on your literal first day because "welcome to hell, might as well get used to it now" but then feels weirdly guilty about it later??? like he'll leave a small apology gift outside your room (probably stolen from someone else's room tbh)

▹ gets annoyed when you don't immediately break down or start crying like most new people do - where's the entertainment in that??? you're just… adapting??? (this bothers him more than it should)

▹ starts paying attention to you when you either: 1) successfully prank him back, 2) don't rat him out when caine asks who put glitter in ragatha's hair, or 3) laugh at his jokes even when everyone else is giving him death glares

▹ definitely steals your room key within the first week just to see what you're hiding but then gets genuinely curious about your little personal space and the weird way you've arranged everything

▹ makes fun of whatever coping mechanism you've developed but secretly takes notes because holy shit you're actually handling this better than he did

▹ starts doing that thing where he "accidentally" bumps into you during adventures or walks just a little too close when caine isn't looking (personal space who???)

▹ probably gives you a stupid nickname based on either: something embarrassing that happened to you, your appearance, or just to annoy you (spoiler alert: he keeps using it even when you start dating)

▹ gets genuinely confused when you start talking to him like he's a actual person and not just the "funny mean rabbit" because??? people don't usually do that??? ribbit was the last person who really saw him as jax and not just comic relief

HIM CRUSHING ON YOU:

▹ this man is in DENIAL with a capital D - like he'll literally tell himself "i don't like them, i just think they're less annoying than the others" while actively going out of his way to spend time with you

▹ starts hoarding little things that remind him of you (a button that fell off your outfit, a drawing you doodled during a boring caine explanation, etc.) but will DIE before admitting it

▹ gets weirdly protective but tries to play it off as "you're MY entertainment, nobody else gets to mess with you" but really he's terrified of losing another person he cares about

▹ begins pranking you more but they're like… softer pranks??? like putting fake spiders in your bed (but making sure they're not the kind that actually scare you) or rearranging your room (but not actually breaking anything important)

▹ starts having those moments where he'll say something genuinely sweet/supportive but then IMMEDIATELY follow it up with an insult to maintain his image ("you're not completely terrible at this… for an idiot")

▹ catches himself staring at you during adventures and gets MAD about it - like why are you so distracting??? he has chaos to cause and you're just… existing??? attractively??? rude.

▹ probably has a minor crisis about his feelings because the last person he really cared about was ribbit and we all know how that ended (he's absolutely terrified of caring about someone again)

▹ gets jealous when other circus members get your attention but won't admit it - instead he'll just insert himself into conversations or create distractions to get focus back on him

▹ starts doing that thing where he remembers really specific details about you (your favorite corner to sit in, how you fidget when you're anxious, what makes you laugh) but acts like he doesn't pay attention to anyone

▹ has definitely had at least one dream about you and woke up SO MAD about it because feelings are WEAKNESS and he doesn't DO weakness

▹ begins testing the waters with more physical contact - "accidentally" grabbing your hand during adventures, leaning against you when he's "tired," finding excuses to be in your personal space

▹ gets genuinely upset when you're having a bad day but doesn't know how to help without compromising his reputation, so he'll just… be less mean to everyone that day (the others notice and are confused)

YOU DATING HIM:

▹ asking you out was probably the most awkward thing he's ever done because he had to drop the act for like 0.5 seconds to be genuine and he HATED every second of it (but your reaction made it worth it)

▹ your relationship is 70% banter and 30% genuine sweet moments when he thinks nobody is looking and 100% him being terrified you'll abstract and leave him like ribbit did

▹ still pranks you but now it's "couple pranks" - like putting fake love letters in your room signed from other circus members just to see you get flustered, or rearranging your stuff to spell out "I LOVE YOU" (but then denying he did it)

▹ gets SUPER jealous but tries to play it off as possessiveness - "that's MY idiot you're talking to" (he's not fooling anyone, he's just insecure)

▹ shows affection through: stealing things for you, letting you win at games sometimes, sharing his food, and most importantly - telling you his real thoughts instead of just sarcastic quips

▹ absolutely MELTS when you play with his ears but will threaten anyone who points it out (his ears do that little twitch thing when he's happy and you're the only one who gets to see it)

▹ has nightmares about you abstracting and will sometimes wake up and just… need to see you to make sure you're okay (he'll make up some excuse about being bored or wanting to prank someone)

▹ starts including you in his pranks as a partner rather than a target - you two become the WORST duo and everyone else suffers for it (but secretly they think it's cute that jax is happy)

▹ gets genuinely soft when you're upset about the whole "being trapped forever" thing because he KNOWS that feeling and doesn't want you to go through it alone like he did

▹ probably has a secret stash of things he's made/found for you that he's too embarrassed to give you directly, so he just leaves them places you'll find them

▹ learns your triggers and genuinely tries to avoid them in his pranks/jokes because making you laugh is good, making you hurt is NOT (growth!!!)

▹ gets scared when you're too quiet or seem distant because what if you're starting to abstract what if he's losing you what if what if what if so he'll just hover around you until you're acting normal again

▹ your first kiss was probably during a really dangerous adventure when he thought one of you might not make it out, and he just couldn't leave things unsaid (very dramatic, very him)

▹ now he's stuck between his fear of losing you and his genuine happiness at having you, so he's like… aggressively affectionate but also constantly worried (someone get this rabbit some therapy)

▹ starts planning little dates within the circus - like setting up movie nights in the common area or finding ways to get you both out of adventures so you can just hang out

▹ definitely practices saying "i love you" in his room before he actually says it to you (and when he finally does, it's probably during an argument where he just blurts it out and then gets embarrassed)

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"okay, honey, yeah." steve nods in quick succession, hopping on board immediately. "whatever you want."

you take his cheeks between your palms and squish slightly. "will it still be good for you?"

steve nods again and leans in to brush the tip of his nose against yours. "you're always good for me."

his sweetness makes you sigh. you let him maneuver your hips up so he can slide your shorts down and pull his pulsing cock out. your mouth waters as you watch him tug himself once, twice, tip already flushed and leaking for you. you clench around nothing in anticipation, bracing yourself to feel the sweet stretch that you'll never fully get used to.

steve pulls you down closer and lines himself up at your entrance that's slick with arousal from his earlier ministrations. the head of his dick knocks into your clit, making you both moan.

"ready?" steve breathes out, forehead resting against yours.

you swallow and squeeze at his shoulders. you hope it reads as a reassuring gesture, but it's really more for you to steady yourself. "uh huh," you respond.

steve lets out a shaky breath as he pushes the tip of his dick into your entrance, feeling your velvet walls envelope him immediately. he's a total goner, a choked, wet moan escaping his lips when he feels you clench around the sensitive bulb that threatens to burst as you continue to suck him in.

you squeeze his shoulders again, nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. "steve," you whimper.

"you alright?" steve turns his head to press a sweet kiss to your hairline. "you okay?"

you clench your teeth and nod, hot breath fanning across his face as you attempt to steady yourself. "you're so big. can never get used to you," you admit with another moan.

steve's head falls from yours to rest heavily on the back of the couch, eyes rolling into the back of his head at your praise. "gonna stay right here, okay? god, you make me feel so fucking good."

now it's your turn to react to his praise, clenching around him in a way that makes steve call on every ounce of self control he has so he doesn't buck his hips further up into the warmth of your cunt.

steve doesn't need much to cum when he gets like this, and you know just what he likes. you revel in the way he whines into your mouth when you move one hand underneath his shirt to smooth it over his chest, fingers raking through the patch of hair there. thankfully steve has a good grip on you so you can bring your other hand down to wrap it around his cock, squeezing it around him in time with your pussy that's practically pulsing for him. when you feel him twitch inside you, you dip lower to roll his balls over your palm.

He notices you staring and emerges from the basin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?” he huffs, chest still heaving.

“There’s new ones.”

“Hm? New what?”

“Freckles, Stevie.”

The nickname alone turns the tips of his ears pink.

You grin, slowly closing in on him until he’s cornered between your body and the cool marble countertop he insisted on installing himself last year, because trust me, baby, it’ll look classy.

Now, he’s very much trapped.

Pinned against it while you slide between his knees, fingers hooking into the sweat-damp collar of his tank top.

Steve stumbles forward, laughing breathless, both hands landing on your waist to steady himself.

“Baby,” he pants, “I’m so gross right now.”

You shush him softly, fingers threading into the damp strands of his hair, curling at the nape of his neck. His face is hot beneath your touch, flushed with exertion and sunlight.

When you tuck your fingers under his chin, tilting his head toward the late afternoon light spilling across the kitchen, he goes easy for you.

Four new freckles bloom along his jaw.

Tiny, perfect sunspots on golden skin.

“Baby...”

You kiss the first one before he can keep talking.

Just a small press of your lips at the edge of his jaw, his skin hot under your mouth—salt from sweat and the faint sweetness of coconut sunscreen, baked in from the July sun.

Sweat and sun and Steve.

You could drown in it.

The next kiss lands on the second freckle.

Then the third.

By the fourth, he’s laughing, helpless, shoulders shaking under your hands while his whole face turns steadily pinker.

“Okay, okay,” he huffs, ducking his head, grin wide and embarrassed. “Jesus.”

You smile against his jaw. “No, hold still. I’m inspecting.”

You love him like this.

Your confident, smooth-talking boy caught off-guard, flushed and vulnerable. Blushing so hard you can’t tell if it’s the sun baking him pink from hauling lumber all afternoon, or the way your lips won’t stop chasing his freckles, dragging across sweat-slicked skin.

Your nose drifts to the side of his neck, the first deep inhale rushing to your head.

Like the first burn of a shot on an empty stomach. The dizzying high of a drag held too long in your lungs.

Warm and earthy—that sharp tang of sweat and the musk of a body that's been working hard all day so you wouldn't have to lift a single finger—all mixed with that clean citrus of his shampoo in a way that’s entirely, uniquely Steve.

Your fingers slip beneath the hem of his tank top, pressing into the feverish heat of him. His muscles tense under your palm as your nails drag light, teasing patterns over the sensitive skin around his happy trail.

You feel the steady rise and fall of his ribs, the faint shiver that runs through him when your fingers inch toward the waistband of his jeans.

He tries to pull back.

“Baby, wait—” he laughs weakly, flushed everywhere now. “Let me shower first, I—”

“Nope.”

“I’m all sweaty.”

“I know.”

“Sweetheart.”

“You smell so good, Stevie.”

He makes this helpless sound—somewhere between a laugh and a groan—a slow, burning smile spreading across his sun-kissed face. His forehead drops against your shoulder while you keep trailing kisses down the side of his neck.

You inhale again, deep, practically tasting him, and he shivers right through you.

“Wanna suck you off right here,” you murmur against his throat.

Steve chokes on air.

“Jesus—”

The soft thud of your knees on the tile cuts him off entirely.

His head snaps down toward his chest, one hand flying back against the counter, the other threading into your hair without thought.

“Hah—baby, you…” His laugh is weak, dazed already.

He genuinely doesn’t know what to do with you sometimes.

Whatever thought he had dissolving completely at the sight of you there, on your knees, lashes lowered, hands gliding slowly over his thighs.

His head tips back against the cabinet with a soft thunk, lashes pressing together for a moment as sweat beads at the corners.

You rest your chin against his stomach, watching as his eyes slowly flutter open.

And there’s always a moment—every time you love him like this—when he gets this look on his face.

Soft and open, clearly a little overwhelmed by how fiercely he's adored.

The freckles you find before he even notices.

The faint lines gathering at the corners of his eyes, earned from a lifetime spent laughing.

The way his old shirts fit a little snugger now, molding to his chest and stomach in ways that make your hands itch to explore.

Even the faint silver strand at his temple you discovered last month, one he tried to laugh off until you kissed it so softly he forgot how to make it a joke at all.

You love all of it. Every changing, ordinary, beautiful piece of him.

And what seems to undo him most is the wordless certainty that none of it ever makes you look away. That every freckle and every line is held, treasured.

It's the certainty that you'll still be here years from now, counting the freckles that shift and multiply, tracing smile lines as they deepen, pressing gentle kisses to every new silver strand, learning the changing map of his face the way someone memorizes the way home.

And Steve recognizes something in that.

Because it lives in him, too.

The same instinct to memorize you as time carries you both forward—to notice the smallest changes in your expression, the subtle shifts in your voice, the way your laugh sounds different depending on the day, the hour, or the light spilling through the window.

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