I’m just existing at this point in my life … also this is seriously just a Joe keery (and all his character roles) account at this point.. pearl jam will forever be my #1 .. in my 40’s from Melbourne Australia
i was supposed to post this after i finish my neighbour series but i just couldn’t wait🥲
When your boyfriend told you that he will be modeling for Calvin Klein, you felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. You encouraged him to do it a few times before, and he finally listened to you. He could never say no to you.
“Wait but what, is it gonna be an advertisement for a perfume or clothing?” you asked him.
“Clothing babe, underwear” he winked at you.
Oh my god, you thought to yourself. Underwear!? By thinking about it you could feel your cheeks heat up.
“Underwear?” you asked.
“Yes underwear” he chuckled, seeing you get flustered
You always got turned on when Joe wore his Calvin Klein boxers, and now him, modeling and getting professionally photographed with them? You were getting so turned on by the thought.
“Oh” is what all you managed to say “You can’t do that to me”
“What babe I didn’t mean-“
“No you know how turned on I get by seeing you in them, and now a photoshoot? God help me I’m going to start levitating”
“Oh baby come here” he picked you up and placed you on his lap, tucking a curly hair strand behind your ear “I’m doing this for you” he said.
“For- for me?” you asked
“Mhm so when I’m away on tour, you could have those pictures to look at” he smirked, he always teased you so much.
“Joee” you hid your face in the crook of his neck, getting all shy. His cologne scent entering your nose making you almost roll your eyes. He smelled so good you would smell him 24/7 if you could.
“Hey now don’t get shy” he laughed, stroking your hair and your back. Tracing his fingers down your spine, he knew you loved that.
“When’s the photoshoot?” you asked
“Tomorrow”
You lifted your head from his neck “Tomorrow?” you asked
“Yeah would’ve told you sooner but i found out an hour ago”
“Joseph you will kill me one day”
He chuckled and pulled you close for a cuddle. His warm body radiated comfort. You both loved cuddling and even did it before your first kiss. There was something about the way Joe made you feel, you never really found the right words for it, but you sure felt it.
Today you were left alone in your shared apartment with Joe, he left early in the morning to go at the studio for the photoshoot.
The whole entire day you thought about it, how will Joe look in the pictures, what pose will he do. The thoughts in your mind didn’t stop.
Two hours later you heard the front door open, meaning Joe was home. Your cat quickly ran to the door out of curiosity see who it was.
“Honey I’m home!” Joe yelled from the hallway, walking into the living room. You were sat on the couch, binge watching a show.
You saw Joe holding a big envelope in his hand and a bag with “Calvin Klein” written on it. What was he bringing you?
“Heyy how did it go?” you asked, he approached you and leaned in for a deep kiss.
“Honestly perfect” he smiled “I have surprises for you” he placed the bag on the table and the envelope on your lap.
“Joe what is this?” you asked, picking up the envelope.
“Open it” he smiled.
You slowly started opening the envelope, it looked like it had pictures inside of it.
Pulling out the first picture, It’s Joe, in a white tank top and white Calvin Klein underwear. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the picture. He was sat on a high chair with his arms crossed on his chest, making his biceps more visible.
“Oh my-“ you whispered, eyes glued to the picture.
“Look at the next one” Joe said.
Flipping through the next picture, you froze. Joe now laying on the floor, with his hands tangled in his hair, and this time shirtless. Wait a minute, his chest hair is gone.
“Joe.”
“What?”
“Where is your chest hair, and the happy trail too?” you asked.
(Joe never wanted to shave them, he knew how much you liked them and the turn on they were for you. But the team said that he had to.)
“Oh um they told me to shave it” he explained
“Joseph David Keery” you said in a serious tone
“Baby I know but i had to, but there’s another surprise for you in the photos just keep on looking” he said.
You grabbed the end of his t shirt and lifting it upwards to check. And holy shit he was smooth as a baby’s butt.
You looked at 5 more pictures each had a different pose.
One where he was sitting on a chair with his hands behind his head and legs spread, his muscles and veins on his arms popping out making your brain fog, a slight smirk on his lips.
Two where he was facing the camera with his back, slightly looking behind, you could see how perfect his nose was at this angle. His moles across his back, that you spend tracing them as constellations every night.
Three where he was standing and pretending to fix the underwear, the waistband exposing his v line.
And now for your favourite ones. The ones Joe saved for you, with his chest hair and happy trail.
Four his hand on his chest while he looked to the side, his fingers resting in between the hairs, while the happy trail travelled down to his black boxers.
And Five where his hair was wet, water droplets resting on his whole body. He was in a bathroom leaning against the counter. His hair was way darker because of the water, defining his chest perfectly.
“Oh my god” you said, your eyes still glued to the pictures. You couldn’t believe it. He looked so handsome.
“You like them baby? he asked
“Like them? I’m gonna frame them up in our room and look at them every morning and night”
Joe laughed “Okay now look what’s inside the bag”
“Oh that okay” you placed the photos on the table and grabbed the bag.
“What’s inside?” you asked him.
“Open and find out yourself” he smirked
Removing the paper wrap from the bag, you saw two pieces of underwear.
A Calvin Klein bra and panties. Both black and the waistband was white where it said Calvin Klein.
“Where did you get these?” you asked, taking a look in them.
“They told me I could get two things for free, so I got them for you” he said softly. But there was nothing soft about the bulge in his pants.
“Thank you honey” You jumped to hug him “Now we’re gonna be matching” you said.
“Figured I’d buy you something so you don’t stay mad at me for getting shaved”
“Oh trust me I am still pissed off about that” you replied.
“Go on and try them on I want to see you” Joe said, his hands cupping your face
“Hmm I don’t know If you will get that easy access” you teased him.
“I- what do you mean?” he asked
“You’ll see” you quickly kissed him on the lips and jogged to your bedroom to get dressed.
Trying on the underwear, it fit you like a glove. How did Joe even get the right size? The underwear rested perfectly on your hips, and the back was a little bit like a thong. He knew what he was buying.
The bra cupped your breasts perfectly, you always struggled finding the perfect bra, but Joe might’ve just found it for you.
You decided to tease him, he won’t get what he wants, not yet. He has to learn a lesson.
Walking out of the bedroom, when Joe saw you he froze at the sight. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat and feel his cock twitch.
“Honey” he managed to whisper
“You like it?” you twirled around, giving him a full 360 look.
“Babe I’m going to order 50 more sets of these” he breathed out. He stood up, walking towards you and wrapping his hands around your waist. But you walked backwards.
“Nuh huh Joseph, you’re grounded today”
“Wha- what do you mean?”
“You shaved your chest” you widened your eyes at him.
“But baby I had to”
“I know I know and that’s why you will face your punishment” you smiled, walking towards the kitchen island.
“What kind of punishment? What are you talking about?” he asked confused.
“You will see, go sit down on the couch”
He didn’t say anything, he quietly turned around and sat on the couch.
It was action time.
You poured yourself a glass of water, and walked towards the living room. You’re going to make his brain foggy.
Standing right in front of him, you placed the glass of water between your lips, drinking water. Then slowly you moved the glass by a little, making the water spill and land right at your breasts.
Bingo.
“Honey what-“ Joe asked confused. His pants did a horrible job at hiding his boner, like a really horrible job.
You had water drooling all over your chin and neck now, wiping it with the back of your hand while looking into his eyes.
“Take off your pants” you ordered.
Joe obeyed, standing up and unbuttoning them. Of course the boxers he wore were matching your underwear.
“Sit down” you ordered him again. He listened to you like a little puppy. Sitting down on the couch and spreading his legs out of habit.
You straddled his lap, he groaned when you sat right on top of his boner.
“Babe I-“
You placed your finger on his mouth “Shhh”
Grabbing the end of his shirt, you took it off, meeting his bare and smooth chest.
You see it looked good, he had a great body. But it’s not the same with the hair. He doesn’t have the happy trail and you would trail kisses down to every time he would have a bad day or was simply exhausted.
Trailing your fingers down on his chest, you could feel his muscles underneath tighten by your touch.
“Please-“ Joe whimpered.
“Please what baby?” you asked whispering.
“Touch me I- do something” he let out a whiny moan. His brain was already going foggy, the only thing he could feel was how hard his cock was.
You decided it was action time, you slowly rolled your hips forward, your pussy rubbing against his aching cock.
“Ooh my- god” Joe let out a shaky moan.
His hands gripped your hips hard, trying to make them move faster, but you moved slowly. Teasing him as much as you could.
“You like that don’t you?” you asked him, slowly leaving kisses on the right side of his neck.
“Yes yes please- don’t stop”
You continued dry humping him, although there was nothing dry here. Both of your underwears were soaking wet.
“What if…i…..stopped” You slowed down your movements.
“No sweetheart don’t” Joe’s head was thrown back, exposing his neck to you.
Your mouth attacked his neck, tongue swirling around his adams apple and tracing his exposed veins.
“Please do something baby please”
“Look at you so needy” you chuckled, now fastening your movements, and pressing your hips harder.
His hips buckled up, you could feel him poking your clit every time you moved.
“Will you repeat that mistake again Joe?”
He shook his head no, eyes shut and brows furrowed.
“I asked you a question, will you repeat it?”
“No no no no please I won’t never again” he whimpered.
“Good, I hope you learnt your lesson” you kissed his chest. Then you raised yourself up, removed your panties and his boxers.
His chest rose up and down fast, you could feel him twitch when you grabbed his cock, lining it up with your folds.
Joe looked at you with heavy lidded eyes and cheeks flush red. His knuckles turned white from gripping the pillow next to him.
“Tonight, I have control. You try to take over and I immediately stop” you whispered “You understand me?”
“Yes please just- let me feel you” he moaned.
You sank down on him, both of you moaning at the same time from just feeling each other.
Joe stretched you out, a lot. It always hurt first and then it was replaced by pleasure.
You started bouncing up and down on him, and rolling your hips in circles, making him go crazy.
“You’re so tight fuck”
His talk made you clench around him even more. You both were very close.
“You- ah feel so good” Joe moaned, his hand found your clit, circling it with his thumb.
“Yeah how about this?” you asked you raised yourself up and roughly slammed down on him.
“Fuck you’re evil”
“And you’re welcome”
Without thinking, you grabbed his biceps and bit into it. Leaving a mark with your teeth, then you gently sucked on it.
“Shit you’re unbelievable” he whimpered “Im close I can’t-“
“Gonna come? Is that how desperate you are?” you asked him
“Cmon do it for me” you encouraged him. You were close too. You could feel him in your stomach, it’s like he was rearranging all of your organs.
“Joe” you moaned out. Starting to feel overstimulated, your hips lost their rhythm while your orgasm was approaching faster than ever. And you could feel also Joe get close by how he squeezed his muscles.
One last roll and both of you were coming undone. Your orgasm made your eyes roll backwards while in the meantime Joe let out the loudest moan ever.
He filled you up so much to the point where it leaked everywhere.
“Joe-“ you whimpered
“I know baby I know shit- you feel heavenly” he pressed his forehead against yours.
“That was the hottest thing ever” He whispered “I won’t shave again but you could take control like this more often” he chuckled.
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summary: After too many late shifts, missed calls, and half-finished plans, you and Steve try to make one ordinary summer night feel just as wanted as you find each other.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
content warnings: mostly fluff, kissing, established relationship, mild yearning, brief mentions of work stress, steve harrington being deeply down bad & needy, soft romantic confessions, no heavy angst, pure brain rot, etc
w/c: 4k+
a/n: this was supposed to be like 2k words MAX but this idea seemed so cute it just ran with it and omg, this is not a drabble anymore but it wasn't meant to be a oneshot either hahah 😭 I totally blanked out while typing this so im hoping it comes across good! (not betaread so ignore any mistakes </3) thank u for reading and I hope you enjoy, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! <3
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The night had started with the kind of heat that made everyone irritable.
It clung to the pavement outside Family Video, rose in lazy waves from the parking lot, and pressed against the glass doors until the air-conditioning inside had begun making a tired sound.
You had been standing behind the counter for almost six hours, rewinding a stack of returned tapes while Robin argued with a customer about late fees in a tone that suggested she had already died once today and had no patience for doing it again.
Steve had been shelving horror movies in the back aisle, though you knew he had mostly been watching you between gaps in the shelves.
You could feel it without looking. That familiar attention, warm and persistent, catching on the side of your face whenever you bent over the counter or reached for the pen behind your ear. He had a way of making being observed feel less invasive than cherished, even when he was trying badly to be subtle about it.
“Stop staring,” you had called without lifting your head.
The rejection came immediately. “I’m not staring.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I’m organizing!”
“You’ve been organizing that movie for twelve minutes.”
Robin, still holding the phone to her ear, had snapped her fingers and pointed at Steve. “She’s right. You’re loitering in your own workplace.”
Steve had appeared from the aisle with two tapes in hand and a wounded look that wasn’t convincing on him because he was fighting a smile. His hair had fallen flatter than usual from the heat, the front pieces curling slightly where sweat had touched his forehead. The green vest hung open over his striped polo, and he had looked tired in a way that made your chest soften before you could stop it.
You missed him.
Not in the dramatic, tragic way people missed each other in movies with rain on windows and swelling music, but in the smaller, more aggravating way that built over a week of mismatched schedules. Missing him had been finding his sweatshirt in your passenger seat and not having time to return it. It had been hearing a song on the radio and reaching to turn it up, then remembering he wasn’t there to sing the wrong words.
It had been getting home late enough that the phone might wake your parents, so you didn’t call, then lying awake anyway because not calling had made no one sleep better.
Steve had leaned his hip against the counter beside you, too close for work and not close enough for anything else.
“You still coming over after close?” his eyes locked on you and as he asked, voice quieter.
You had kept your eyes on the label you were writing. “Depends.”
His brows had lifted, you could feel him tilting into your space like an owl. “On?”
“Whether my boyfriend keeps distracting me and gets us trapped here forever.”
Steve’s smile could be hears from miles now. “Your boyfriend sounds handsome.”
You gave a exaggerated sigh, hand to your heart. “He’s a menace.”
“He sounds handsome and misunderstood.”
Robin had gagged loudly from the register, her dramatics echoing in the wake. “I am begging both of you to please, develop shame.”
You had smiled then and Steve had saw it before you could've hid it. He always saw the small things first, or pretended he did. You weren't always sure. It was one of his better habits, along with holding doors open with unnecessary flair and buying snacks you mentioned once three weeks ago.
Steve had then reached for the stack of tapes beside you. His knuckles brushed yours softly, it wasn't an accident and not quite a full on move either. It was the kind of contact you both had become good at stealing in public: brief, plausible, and completely enough to keep the day from feeling entirely wasted.
Then the bell above the door had jingled again, and the moment had folded itself away.
That had been happening a lot lately.
By the time the last customer left, the sky had deepened into that washed-out summer blue that came right before complete and utter darkness. Robin locked the front door with both hands and announced that if another human being asked whether Top Gun was in stock, she would thoroughly defect from society.
Steve had laughed from behind the counter, counting the drawer with more concentration than the task required. He seemed to be just as restless as you. You had been sweeping near the front, pushing popcorn kernels, dust, and an abandoned gum wrapper into a crooked pile. Outside then, the parking lot lights flickered on one by one. Moths threw themselves against them with terrible dedication.
Robin stood abruptly with the return bin hugged to her chest. “I’m leaving before I witness hand-holding.”
“You need a ride?” you asked om instinct, your head propping up to look at her.
“No, I need boundaries.” Robin grabbed her bag, then pointed at Steve. Not before missing his eyeroll. “Lock up. Don’t make out near the new releases. That shelf is structurally unstable.”
The door shut behind her with a jangle and a final, theatrical wave.
For a second, neither of you moved.
The store felt different without Robin’s voice filling it. It was quieter usually, but not empty. The lights hummed overhead, the air conditioner rattled again, and outside the glass, the parking lot had gone dark except for two lonely lamps and Steve’s BMW parked beneath one of them.
You could see your reflections in the front window, faint and ghosted: two people standing too close behind the counter, both trying not to grin.
You had been yourself again, staring at Steve while he pretended to finish counting the drawer.
He had one hand on the cash register and the other braced on the counter, head bowed, and his hair falling forward. The compliment from earlier still sat between you, simple and unguarded. Steve said things like that more often now than he had at the beginning of your relationship, but he never seemed fully used to the weight of them. He could flirt in his sleep. He could charm a mother into renting three extra movies and convince a middle schooler he had excellent taste in action films. But sincere tenderness still made him look a little startled by his own mouth.
You loved that about him.
“You’re short two dollars,” you peered up at him from behind.
He blinked, “What?”
“You’ve counted that same stack three times and you keep moving the five into the ones.”
He looked down at the drawer, then back at you. He rubbed the back of his neck on reflex. “Maybe I’m creating a new system.”
“Is the system called being distracted?”
His eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile gave him away. And you could feel one start to grow on your own face. “You’re kind of mean after eight p.m.”
You begged to differ. “You love me after eight p.m.”
“Unfortunately, yeah.” that had made you give a fake gasp and a small throw of a bottlecap. That is, until the moment settled.
The word love came out casually, tossed into the room without warning, and still it changed the air. It always did. Not because you doubted it in any way, you held no reason too, but because hearing it in the middle of a normal moment made the normal moment feel less disposable.
Steve noticed the shift, and his deeply warm eyes locked onto your own. His teasing eased into something quieter immediately. “Come here.”
“You’re still working.” Your voice held little real protest.
“I’m spiritually off the clock.”
“That’s not a thing!”
“Then fire me.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re assistant manager.”
“Exactly. Too much power. Very corrupt.” Steve gave a pitying noise as he seemed to light up under your joy.
You laughed and he moved then, catching your hand across the counter and tugging gently. You let him pull you around the side, distantly you felt your shoes sticking faintly to the old tile where someone had spilled soda earlier. When you were close enough, he cupped your face in both hands, and his palms warmed against your cheeks.
“Steve,” you warned, though there was no force behind it
His pleased hum came back unabashed. “What?”
“We’re supposed to close.”
“We are closing.” you felt the need to fix the correction.
“No, you’re holding my face.”
“I’m multitasking.” Then he kissed you once. Quick and soft, barely more than a punctuation mark.
And before you could answer or speak, he kissed you again. Then again, and again, a ridiculous scatter of pecks across your mouth, your cheek, the corner of your lips, and your nose when you turned your head to escape him. His hands squished your face lightly between his palms, and you dissolved into a burst of small laughter despite yourself.
“Stop,” you managed weakly, though you were holding his wrists instead of pushing him away.
Your boyfriend was practically preening under the effect of your giggles now..“No.”
“Steve, I can’t breathe.” You tried to stress the danger.
“You’re breathing fine.”
“You’re assaulting me with affection.” Even the words brought another round of chuckles as you heard how ridiculous it sounded
“Good.” Another kiss landed near your chin.
You giggled, helpless and mortified by the sound, and he grinned against your skin. There was no grace to it. No cinematic sweep, it was just your Steve, tired from work, smelling faintly of detergent and old carpet, and kissing your face in a closed video store because he had missed you and apparently had no better plan for handling it.
It was absurd.
It was exactly what you'd needed.
When he finally stopped, you were both laughing, and you were sure your cheeks were strained by now. His hair had fallen into his eyes, and you reached up to push it back. He caught your hand halfway, kissed your knuckles, and then lowered it without making a joke.
That small seriousness returned.
“Come over tonight,” he murmured softly.
Your words came back just as gentle. “I said I would.”
“I know. I’m just making sure you don’t decide you’re too tired.”
You studied him for a moment still then started talking again. “Are you asking because you want me there, or because you think I’ll go home and fall asleep in my jeans?”
“Both can be true.”
You glanced toward the window. The parking lot was empty now. The rest of Hawkins had settled into its summer-night rhythm: cicadas, distant engines, the occasional shout from the arcade down the strip. You should have been tired enough to want your own bed. You were tired. Your feet ached, and your shirt clung to your back, and your patience had thinned to a dangerous transparency somewhere around customer number forty-two.
But Steve was looking at you with that hopeful restraint he used when he was trying not to ask for too much.
And you weren't ever going to be the one to refuse him. You squeezed his hand. “I’ll come over.”
He exhaled through his nose, obviously trying to hide the relief in it. “Cool. Great. Very casual.”
“Painfully casual.”
“Extremely normal boyfriend behavior.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes, pulling him to you once more to place a kiss under his eye. “Finish closing, normal boyfriend.”
He saluted badly and returned to the register.
You had been yourself again when it was just the two of you in the comfort of his living room, moving with the slow clumsiness of people too tired to be graceful and too fond to stop touching.
Steve dropped onto the couch first, then reached for you before you had fully decided where to sit. You ended up beside him with your legs tucked under you, where one of his arms stretched along the back of the couch behind your shoulders. The television stayed off. Neither of you wanted the noise badly enough to find the remote and scratch at your brains.
Through the front windows, the yard was dark and still. The room smelled faintly of the laundry detergent and the cologne Steve put on in the morning, mostly worn away now. On the coffee table, there was a half-finished crossword, a bottle cap, three receipts, and one of your earrings that you had been looking for since last Friday.
You picked it up and gasped, turning to face him. “You thief!”
Steve looked over, brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”
“My earring.”
His knuckles moved against your shoulder blades slowly, trailing up and down gently. His voice was light and all knowing. "Oh. Yeah. I was holding it hostage.”
You couldn't help but snort at the prospect of envisioning that. “For what ransom?”
“Attention.” Steve's fingers played little shaped into your skin and his smile could be heard clearly.
“You get so much attention already.”
His response came quick and murmured. “Not enough from you.”
You turned the earring between your fingers, pretending to inspect it. “You’re needy tonight.”
He didn’t deny it right away. That caught you more than any joke would have.
“Maybe,” he said and you looked at him then. He had sunk lower against the cushions, head tilted back, eyes on you but not performing anything.
His shirt had wrinkled across the stomach, and one socked foot rested on the coffee table despite the fact that he had complained about Dustin doing the same thing last week. He looked young and worn out and sweet in a way that had nothing to do with being polished.
You set the earring down and reached for his hand.
“Come here,” you motioned forward, your body already stretching for familiarity.
His mouth curved then, his tone a mix of teasing and delight. “I’m already here.”
“Closer.”
That he obeyed immediately should have embarrassed him. It really didn’t. He slid toward you until your knees touched, and until his arm could fold around you properly. You leaned into him, cheek against his shoulder, and felt him relax by degrees. First by his breath, then the muscles under your cheek, and then the hand that had been restless at your side, finally settled against your hip.
Minutes passed without much happening. That was the best part. No nothing. It was only just the sound of your breathing and his, mismatched at first, then close enough to feel intentional.
You thought about saying something important. The night seemed built for it. But importance had a way of making you both nervous. And sometimes you trusted the unimportant things more.
“Your couch is eating me,” you murmured feeling your body thoroughly melted shading the upholstery.
Steve shifted to look down at you with a pout on his lips. “My couch is comfortable.”
“Your couch has a personal grudge against my spine.”
Steve went for an alternate attempt. “It’s vintage.”
“It’s lumpy.” You kept your stance.
“It has character.”
“It has crimes.” He laughed, the sound so raspy against your ear that you smiled against his shoulder.
Then his hand moved to your hair. He just began smoothing it back where it had tangled from the car window, careful with the knots, and his fingers slowed when they caught. The tenderness of it made you quieter than you expected.
“You really were tired,” he murmured against the crown of your head.
“So were you.” Your voice came hushed in the visit of comfort.
“Yeah, but I’m always tired. It’s part of my brand.”
You were safe to say, still unconvinced. “Your brand is hair and bad lying.”
“And charm.”
“And charm,” you allowed, and felt your smile warm as you felt his hold tighten against you.
He hummed with satisfaction as his drowsy and warm eyes fluttered shut. “Thank you.”
You tilted your face up, one hand resting in its position atop of where his heart cavity would be.. “Steve?”
“Yeah?” his voice came warm and honeyed.
“If you have crappy days, you can call.”
His fingers paused.
“I mean it,” you stressed. “Even if it’s late. Even if you don’t know what to say. Even if you just breathe into the phone and make me guess whether you fell asleep.”
He looked down at you, and for a second you worried you had pushed too hard. Steve sometimes needed room to step toward honesty on his own. If you chased it, he could start joking. Not because he didn’t care, but because caring had been made inconvenient for him too many times. Your Steve was a bit of a runner at times.
But he didn’t joke.
His thumb brushed once over your shoulder and head hooked over your shoulder with a soft murmur. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” His mouth tightened a little at the corner, not entirely unhappy, just working through something. “You too, though.”
You frowned on instinct, shifting to look up at him directly now. “I call you.”
Steve remained unagreeing, his fingers now playing small restless movements into fabric. “You call me when there’s a crisis or when Robin says something insane.”
“That’s most days!”
His voice softened to an almost impossible degree. “I mean when you’re sad.”
You looked away toward the coffee table a bit at the direct address.
There remained it: the small, awkward turn. The part where being known stopped feeling flattering and started feeling difficult.
“I’m not sad that much,” you tried to shrug against him going for relaxed ease, and Steve just gave you a look.
You frowned at him, and groaned in the next second. “Don’t make that face.”
“What face?”
“The face where you know I’m lying.”
“I don’t have a face!”
“You have several.” He sighed, but there was no frustration in it. Steve's thumb and forefinger now pressed against the hem of your top, before rubbing the material together. “I’m not trying to corner you.”
“I know.”
“I just want to be there too.”
That mattered too, you felt it as soon as you heard it. And you felt it settle somewhere behind your ribs
You had both spent so much of your relationship learning how the other person preferred to be loved that sometimes you would forget to ask for your own share. Steve gave rides and fixed things and memorized preferences. You listened, teased him out of spirals, sat close when words got hard. It worked. It really did.
But love, you were learning, could become uneven by accident if nobody admitted they wanted to be held a little longer.
You reached up and touched his cheek. “Okay.”
He kissed your palm, then turned his face enough to press his mouth to your wrist. His eyes seemed impossibly softer now, filled with warmth and a light that rivaled the suns. “Okay.”
The moment might have become too serious if the phone hadn’t rung.
Both of you held different reactions instantly, Steve had stared toward the kitchen phone with open betrayal. His head buried into yours as if to escape what he'd already heard. “No.”
You laughed once, the noise was all loose and airy. “Are you going to answer it?”
His grip on you tightened on pure want to. “No.”
“It could be important.”
Steve seemed to want to stress the difference. “It could be Dustin.”
You let the amused smile grace your lips, your hand coming out to push the wisps of hair that fell over his face. “Then it’s probably loud.”
The phone rang again, more needy for attention. Steve squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into your touch as if he could ignore it. “If I answer and it’s Henderson, I’m changing my number.”
You let the soft pads of your fingers slide against the curvature of his face. Your touches light in their travels and intentional with caress. “You don’t know how to change your number.”
“I’ll move.”
Now, that had you grinning, trying and failing to hold back a roll of your eyes at his dramatics. “Steve.”
He groaned and pushed himself off the couch. Before he left, he put both hands on your shoulders from behind where you sat, leaned down and around the side of you, waiting. You turned your head a little, already smiling. And Steve tilted in as he gave you a quick peck, warm and familiar.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured against your mouth.
You did that same, planting a smaller scaled kiss against the corner of his mouth where your hand grabbed onto his face softly. “You better be.”
He pointed toward the kitchen, with the same theatrical energy of a toddler exploring a room. “If I’m not, avenge me.”
You pushed at his shoulder then, because the noise seemed to ring desperately once more. You listened to him answer with a flat, “Harrington residence,” followed almost immediately by, “No, Henderson, I do not know where your hat is.”
You pulled your knees to your chest and smiled into the quiet of the living room. You heard the sharp intake of breath that seemed to be translated well into his final forms of restraint from the kitchen phone.
There was something strangely comforting about the interruption. The world reminding you that romance did not happen in a vacuum. It happened around phone calls, the sore feet, your lost earrings, and somebody’s younger friend having an emergency involving everything and nothing. It happened while the air conditioner clicked on too loudly and the couch tried to ruin your back. It happened in between shifts, after apologies, amd even before sleep.
Steve reappeared five minutes later, looking both victorious and annoyed. His hands leaned up to stretch behind his head, running through the strands with his fingers.
“Well?” you asked with a grin surely too bright for his betrayed expression.
“He found it in his backpack while yelling at me.”
You let yourself give an over exaggerated gasp, looking up at him as he neared. “Tragic."
“I told him you said he owes me five dollars.” The words were so random that they got you sputtering for a moment, but you cocked your head to the side with a sideline glance.
“I said no such thing.”
His grin appeared once more, and his hands came up to find your free ones, ultimately before letting palm meet palm securely. “He doesn’t need to know that.”
Steve returned to the couch but didn’t sit beside you this time. He sat lower, in between near your knees, then leaned forward until his forehead rested against your thigh. The gesture was so plainly tired that you forgot to tease him.
You set your hand in his hair, letting strands untangle themselves through your fingers. Steve himself seemed to have an instantaneous reaction.
“Hi,” you greeted softly then aloud.
His voice was muffled against your thigh. “Hi.”
The question came light through watching his shoulders tense and intense. “You surviving there?”
“Barely.” There was a groan against your skin.
“Then, you’re very brave.”
“I know.”
Your fingers combed through his hair slowly. He went still under your touch, the same way he did when he was trying not to show how much he liked something. That was one of his tells. Not the hair touching itself – plenty of people liked that– but the disciplined quiet that followed, the effort not to ask for more.
You gave him more anyway, you had a feeling he wouldn't have voiced his wishes.
After a while, he turned his head, cheek against your leg, looking up at you. The angle made him look ridiculously pretty and dear, one eye partly hidden by fallen hair.
“I really did miss you,” he spoke again, and his voice was just as quiet even though it was no longer muffled.
“I know.”
“No, I mean—” He stopped, searching for the right shape of it. Steve's hand on your knee remained tracing. “Work-you doesn’t count.”
You smiled then, a small and awaiting one. “‘Work-me’?”
“Yeah. Work-you is busy and sarcastic and smells like VHS plastic.”
You clicked your tongue, a narrowing of your eyes happened that didn't mirror the humor that was found in them. “That’s just me.”
“No, home-you is different.”
Steve seemed sure in his comparisons. “How?”
“You look at me more.” That made your fingers pause in his hair before it fully settled in.
He seemed to realize how honest it sounded a second after saying it. His gaze dropped to the couch cushion. “Not that you don’t at work! Just—there’s always people, and the phone, and Keith being Keith, and Robin pretending not to listen while fully listening.”
“She does fully listen.” You seemed to share his sentiment and nodded alongside him.
“She hears through walls.”
You resumed stroking his hair, a small laugh erupting from your throat as your nails lightly scratch against his scalp in circles. “And you want to be looked at?”
Steve made a pained sound at that and tried to melt away into your touch once more. “When you say it like that, I sound pathetic again.”
“You sound human.” His eyes lifted back to yours and you could only shrug.
There were so many answers you could have given him. Teasing ones. Romantic ones. Overly neat ones that would have tied the moment with a bow and made a fun memory. Instead, you let the pause exist, even though it felt clumsy and all too unsure in your mouth.
Then you let yourself grin down at him before humming, all matter of fact, “I missed looking at you too.”
His expression changed, slowly enough that you got to see the words land. A softening around his hazel swirl of eyes, then his mouth, and then the rest of him at final.
“Yeah?” Steve whispered as if he didn't want to chase away the words.
“Yeah.”
He rose onto his knees, and you met him halfway. This kiss was slower this time. Less desperate, but not less full. His hand found the side of your neck, and his thumb rested beneath your jaw. You felt his brow draw together again when the kiss deepened, and this time you smiled into it.
He pulled back just enough to notice it. “What?”
You couldn't contain the smile off your face. “Nothing.”
“You’re laughing at me!”
“I’m not.”
He seemed sure of his stance.“You are.”
Finally, you just shook your head slightly and looked into his eyes now that they were nearer. “You concentrate when you kiss.”
“I do not.” he made an offended noise.
It did little to wipe the grin off your face. “You do. Your eyebrows get involved.”
He stared at you, offended for approximately two more seconds before he leaned in and kissed you again, firmer this time. You made a startled sound against his mouth, and he smiled this time, clearly pleased with himself.
When Steve drew back, his voice had roughened again. “Eyebrows?”
You tried to answer, but he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then under your eye, gentler now. Your laughter returned in pieces, quieter than before. He held your face between his hands with exaggerated care and action, pressing kisses across it until you were giggling and twisting away.
“Steve.”
“What?”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You love me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Steve seemed to come to that natural pause he had when you'd say it. It wasn’t the first time you had said it. Not even close. But sometimes words arrived at a different angle and found a new place, or a new hollow, or a place that had been waiting for it.
The hands loosened on your face, and his words seemed to be more pleading now.“Say it again.”
You could have teased him. Any other night, you certainly would have, but his voice had gone soft in a way that asked without demanding.
You touched his wrist, placing a light peck against the spot. “I love you.”
He closed his eyes for half a second. When he opened them, he looked younger again. With that entirely too bright and unguarded gleam in his eye.
“I love you too,” he smiled back and that was that.
There was no music that swelled. No thunder rolled in. The phone did not ring again, which was considerate of the universe to you two. The living room remained ordinary around you, dim and warm, and full of small messes and familiar shadows.
Steve sat back on the couch and pulled you with him until you were tucked against his side. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow. His fingers traced absent shapes against your arm, never settling on one pattern for long now.
For once, neither of you tried to turn the moment into a promise bigger than it could hold. You had tomorrow’s shifts to survive, parents to avoid waking, friends who would interrupt, and bills and boredom and bad moods waiting in ordinary corners.
But tonight, Steve’s arm was around you, firm and warm. Your hand rested over his ribs, and his lips pressed once to the top of your head, then stayed there.
“You okay?” he questioned softly and mumbled.
You nodded against him, taking to draw your own patterns on the expanse of his top. “Yeah.”
Steve's voice was low, and worn at the edges. “Good.”
After a pause, you added with a sigh, though this time it was less than airy and more reality. “Your couch still sucks.”
His chest moved under your cheek with a laugh. “I’ll buy a new one.”
“No, you won’t.”
“No, I won’t.” The room had little time spared before it erupted in laughter, and Steve had even less time before one of his decorative pillows hit the tensed muscle of his forearms.
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Can u make a fanfic with Joe and the reader is a virgin and they just got marriage and at the after party Joe is whispering dirty stuff into her ear and it turns into smut
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joe keery x virgin!female!reader
summary — the wedding bells went off and the kiss finalized your bond, and joe couldn’t wait to finally have you alone and take care of you for the first time.
warnings — 18+, MDNI, smut, little fluff, wedding, dirty talk, praising, tied down (m receiving), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, reader is freaky, reader’s first time, riding, missionary, multiple orgasm, cum eating, after care. tell me if I missed something, English is not my first language, possible grammatical mistakes, not proofread
author’s note — part 2 of ‘Happily ever after’ ! OR could be read as a stand alone!
ask me anything & requests currently closed !!!
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It had been more than 10 months since Joe went on one knee on stage and asked for your hand and with that a forever with you.
You two had been crazy deep into wedding planning, trying to make the night not just memorable for you but also for your loved ones.
And here were you standing in your dream wedding dress, that made you feel like a princess and made your curves look extremely good. Under them your little secret, your special underwear. Because you knew it was time, it was soon.
You knew tonight was the time you will give every part of you to Joe, and only him, forever.
You couldn’t believe that this was your life, and that soon you will be Mrs. Keery.
The ceremony it was everything you could have dreamed of since you were a little kid. Your hair in perfect place, your dress making you feel like you won the lottery with the flowers in your hand. All your loved ones there, saving one for the ones in heaven. And you walking down the aisle trying not to tear up to not ruin your makeup.
Seeing Joe standing there, smiling at you while breaking down, seeing you walk up to him and choosing him to be yours.
The ceremony began and both of you with your poetic and writing sides had 5 minutes if not longer vows each.
As both of you said out the happy “I do” and the priest pronounced you wife and husband, trying you together, the first person to say it out loud, Joe grabbed you before the priest could tell him to kiss the bride, his hands landing on your waist and pulling you up to him, linking your lips together, bending both of you a little down, your hand flying up to his neck, laughing into his kiss.
It was finalized, you two were married, the one and only for each other from now on.
As the crowd cheered and congratulated, Joe pulled away from the kiss, his smile painted all over his face and reached for your hand to interlink them, turning to the crowd. He just flew your hands into the air and shouted “We’re married.”
Acting like no one was there when it happened, because for him no one was, just you, all he could focus on was you. His wife. He was your husband. And he was sure he won in life and he was in heaven being able to say those words out.
He slowly walked down to the aisle you came in and ran through it, holding you, passing by the loved ones and leaving the room as people started following you two.
The venues dance floor was filled with your families and friends, them dancing around with drinks in their hands. The other half of them were just sitting at their assigned tables talking to one another, your wedding bringing people together, them getting to know each other.
The place filled with lights, flashing mainly the dance stage, the dj being Joe’s friends, the mates from Post Animal, together celebrating their friends happiness and dancing around together behind the stage.
The music filled the air, and made it soft, everyone already had the main dinner so they are either drinking or having snacks right now.
You and Joe tied to each other’s sides, maybe even too much as Joe had been teasing you since you two sat down to your main table for the dinner, whispering in your ear occasionally.
“I never thought you could be even more beautiful, but seeing you in this wedding dress, makes things to me.” He whispered into your ear when the guests were just sitting at their table eating the food.
“What things?” You decided to tease back.
“Like I want to rip if off you like you are a gift I can unwrap.” Your cheeks flushed, his hot breath meeting your ears.
You two had never had sex, properly. Yeah maybe dry humped and made out all the time, touching each other, but you wanted to have him fully on your wedding night, and he respected it, and maybe even find it hot.
Over the dinner he just randomly shifted to you multiple times.
“All I can think about right now is making you feel soooo good, I’m gonna make you feel good right baby?” You couldn’t ignore the ache those words put in you, as you just nodded and kept eating.
When you two were on the dance floor he just leaned in close to your ears once again.
“Keep pressing to me like that and I will have to take you right here on the dance floor.”
Another one later.
“I can’t wait to have you scream my name.”
Another one.
“You look so sexy in that mini dress. I wanna rip it off you.” He said after you changed into a little less larger dress, still white, still very wedding.
After he got extremely drunk like almost everyone at the party—except the kids—he went full filthy.
“I’m gonna fuck you so well, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“You are all mine tonight.”
And these comments continued repeating it all over again.
After the party went down, being the best night of yours and Joe’s life. You have already said goodbye to most people, Joe had already finished. He was standing behind you, him slightly tapping his leg, impatiently and waiting, waiting for you.
You were still caught up with your best friend group from high school. Just drunk girls talking, after years of dreaming about those days.
Joe has been standing there for fifteen minutes, you had been saying goodbye and coming back for another story for the past five minutes.
Joe hasn’t been able to listen to any of the words that left any of the girl’s mouths. He was just checking out you all the way from behind, wanting to already have his hands on you. The only words he caught up was when any of you said the word “goodbye” or “goodnight” just to get back then to another story because one of them forgot to tell you guys something.
He has been getting an erection since he started whispering those filthy words in your ear and bow you were fucking making him wait. Maybe it was the alcohol or the boner he had in his pants that made him lose it.
All you felt is him suddenly turning you in insane speed.
“Wha-“ suddenly he picked you up and put over his shoulder, your hands tapping on his back as he is holding you by your ass.
Your friends started cheering and laughing.
“It was a fun night, we are all thrilled that you guys came but it’s time for us to head back, have some more drinks it want to. Have a goodnight girls.”
“Yeah, you two have a good fucking night too.” One of your friends commented, with a tone over the word fucking. They all laughed and you were just just yelling back
“Sorry! Goodnight I love you all sooo much!” You yelled.
Joe disappeared from everyone with you over his shoulder, finally getting into the hotels room, the biggest one, the suite for you two as a fresh married couple.
“You can put me down now.” You added after he closed the door, and locked it.
“Just a sec baby, just a sec.” He ran to the bedroom and put you down to the bed.
You were sitting on the sheets, looking up at him as he put his hands on your chin to make you look up at him even more.
“My wife.” He repeated it, trying to believe it finally.
“My husband.” You smiled at him before he pulled you yo by your chin and jaw to meet your lips.
His lips sucked on your upper one, as you went for his lower lip. He started sucking them, so much the sound was covering the room. His hand traveled down your body, squeezing on your ass, tucking you closer to his body to press his erection down on you.
Your hand flew to his tie, starting to untie it.
“Joe-“ you pulled away from the kiss.
“What baby?”
“Can we use this?” You asked looking at his tie.
A smirk grew on his lips. “How do you want it?”
A small smirk, little shy one, occurred on your lips.
“I want to tie you, a-and suck you off.”
Joe’s face went pale before his cheeks went pink, not believing that you wanted to do that.
“Fuck, yes baby.” He pulled down his jacket, while your hand flew to his shirts buttons.
You were still shy, but the alcohol and the need for him after three years kicked in, like a fucking bomb you wanted to explode.
“I’m gonna lay down okey? Then you can do whatever you want with me.” He guided, lying down on the sheets. You were standing beside the bed, he was laying there, looking up at you, his shirt unbuttoned, his chest hair covering him and just waiting for you with the tie still in your hand.
You slowly climbed up to him, your boobs pressed even more together, giving him a perfect insight as you climbed on top of him.
“I don’t know what I’m doing—“ you furrowed your eyebrows, suddenly being awoke about it being your first time.
“It’s okey, just do whatever feels good, don’t hold yourself back.” He talked to you softly and gently.
You grabbed his hand slowly, wrapping the tie around it a couple times and knotting it.
“Is this okey?”
“More than okey.”
You smiled as you went to unzip your dress on the side, while locking eyes with him. He moved his tied hands above his head, flexing hus muscles.
You slowly pulled down your dress before lifting your hips to pull it down downwards. You were now left in a lacy bra and lacy pants with clipped thighs on. Joe swore he was gonna faint from the view.
You slowly leaned down to kiss his lips, then both sides of it while Joe just wanted to catch your lips between his. You moved to leave slight kisses on his jaw, down to his neck, grabbing into his shoulder to lean and kiss behind his ear.
“Fuck.” He gasped, pushing his hips up to meet your core, trying to get some friction.
You smiled beside his ear as you went down kissing his neck and that fucking strong vein that was on there. You always found it too hot not to suck on it right now. You sucked there a pretty too hard, leaving a mark there when you left the spot.
You slowly went down kissing all over his chest before getting to his happy trail and started undoing his pants.
As soon as you could you pulled them down with his Calvin Klein boxers, his dick slapping out to his stomach already covered in pre cum.
You slowly went and put your fingers over it, not even looking away from his cock, but you heard him whimper.
You wrapped your hands around them and started slowly stroking him, but never reaching his flushed tip, as you bent down to put kisses there too, just like you did all over his body.
“Baby…stop teasing—“
You suddenly started sucking on it as you stroked him faster, he went to grab into your hair, messing it apart.
“Just like that, suck on it baby.”
You kept sucking him and stroking but he was already losing it, thinking back to how many times he stroked off thinking about it.
Those thoughts and you working on him made him cum quickly in your mouth. “Swallow it.” He spoke up between moans, so you did what your husband asked you to do, and with a pop sound you left his tip. Looking at him.
He was a messy, and you were too but it was just the beginning. You went to untie him slowly, that was a mistake maybe…
Before you could register, he tugged on your waist and changed the position as his hands went to unclip your pretty white lacy bra, making you arch.
When he finally got ride off them, his hand grabbed into them, making you moan and your nipples instantly turning hard.
He went down, but his hands were too occupied with your breasts so he just used his teeth to pull down your underwear resting it over your thighs.
He licked up slowly from your entrance to your clit, before putting that into his mouth. Licking over the nerves and slowly suck on it.
You couldn’t help but moan as he started sucking your clit like he wanted to rip it off you. Your hand flew into his hair, his hand still pinching on your hard nipples.
He saw and felt the way your walks started clenching around air and moaned into you before pulling away.
“You taste like my forever.” But before you could answer he drove right back in and put his tongues up your walls and lick all around them inside you. After all, all the movements with sticking out his tongue mid performing had a reason. He was fucking good with his tongue as he pushed them inside you almost suffocating himself in your pussy, his nose fully pressed on your clit, making you shiver.
“Joe—fuck please, I’m-I’m cu—“ your words just made him lick faster inside you and push his face more into your pussy, pinching your nipples still.
You screamed as you fall apart over his tongue, your eyes rolling back.
When he was sure you had the orgasm rode out on his face he slowly pulled back and came up to your face, his chin was covered in your cum.
He kissed you, your lips still open trying to catch your breath and your orgasm making your brain fuzzy.
“My pretty girl.” His hand flew to tuck a hair from your face behind your ear. “Are you ready for me baby?” You could just nod as you were already wanting to suck him in.
His hand flew down to his dick, putting it on your entrance. Looking up at you, making sure you were okey. When you pulled him down for another kiss he finally pushed his tip in you making you gasp into his lips.
“It’s okey baby, breath for me, you are being so good.” He slowly pushed himself more and more and deeper into your cunt.
First it was painful but the way he was making sure you were fine made you relax and quickly turn the pain into pleasure.
“I’m almost fully in, can you take it in baby?” You nodded slowly, trying to catch your breath still. With one thrust he pushed in fully, your back arched and you moaned.
“Im gonna move now, alright?” He said before slowly pulling out and thrust back in.
With moans filling the room he had a routine built, slow and gentle, making sure he didn’t hurt you since it was your first time.
But you wanted more, you needed more.
“Joe…”
“Yeah baby?”
“Go fas-faster…please.” You gasped.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I don’t want to hurt you, it’s your first.” He denied, not because he didn’t want to but because he was scared to hurt you inside.
Something once again shifted in you and you grabbed his shoulders, collecting all your strength and flipped it around.
You were now suddenly on top, his eyes went big, surprised.
“Baby, what are you do—“ before he could stop you pulled yourself off him and smacked down, making him moan.
You quickly got a speed and started bouncing up and down in his dick, clearly hearing how wet you were every time you went down into him. Slapping your ass on him.
His hand flew to your hips, as you went to his chest hair.
“Fuck, you are a needy one right?” He smirked as he was accepting that you will not let him tell you what to do, and it made his dick even harder.
Your orgasm started building again as you were rocking yourself on him, your tits bouncing, while your fingers were in his chest hair and your head flew back.
But since it was your first time, your orgasm approaching quickly got you worn out and your movements became weak. Joe noticed. “Its okey baby.”
He said before slowly taking over again, getting on top. Your eyes were shut immediately as he started pounding into you in full speed, but his eyes were also shut, lost in the pleasure.
“Fuck you are so tight I’m not gonna last—“ he said between groans. “Where-where do you want it?”
“Inside, fuck—inside please.” Your voice cracked as he was hitting your spot perfectly.
He shot his hot leak inside your walls and that was the last drop you needed, you screamed his name once again cuming all around his dick.
He slowly slowed his space down, his head falling on your shoulder, your hand flew up to his hair.
“I love you so much.” He muttered in your neck, before pulling himself up to look at you.
Your hand now flew to his cheeks. “I love you so much more. Thank you.”
He chuckled. “You don’t have to thank me anything, you are my wife, I would do anything and I mean anything for you. Are you okey?”
“Yeah, I’m more than okey.” You smiled before pulling him in for a soft kiss, while that he slowly pulled out of you, you starting to feel leaking from him.
He pulled off the kiss and while looking up at you traveled down to your pussy again.
“Babe, what are you—“ you giggled, before his tongue suddenly rested flat on your pussy.
He slowly licked all over it, getting the mixture of you and him in his mouth, you moaned, sore from the sex.
“Uhm, this is the best thing, us together. Do you wanna taste it?” He asked as you nodded. So he went and collected everything he could making shiver, overstimulated a bit.
He traveled back to your lips before pushing his cum covered tongue into your mouth. You sucked it all off, making him moan.
“I like that.”
“And I like you.” He immediately responded before putting a kiss on your forehead and slowly stood up.
“Where are you going?” You pushed yourself up to your elbows.
“I’m gonna get some towels to wipe it off baby, then we will cuddle alright? Talk about the best day of my life.” He disappeared into the bathroom and you caught yourself smile ear to ear.
Just like you did when you two first met. Because it doesn’t matter how much time goes by, he still made you have butterflies in your stomach, and now it was sure he was gonna do that forever.
something something @harringtonsdiary asked me to write about gator fingering you with the cast on his wrist
wc: ~1200
MDNI//SMUT- vaginal fingering, scent kink, squirting, use of slut/tramp, gator’s gross, dirty talk, he’s mean but soft-ish
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He’s got you settled in his lap in the driver’s seat of his truck, slid all the way back, your legs wide over his. He’s manspreading underneath you; your left leg is pressed against the driver’s side door, your right against the console. Left hand on the steering wheel, right on the gear shift. Head tipped back on his shoulder. Eyes on the rearview mirror.
Gator couldn’t drive the truck with how it’s angled, but that doesn’t matter right now. Keys in the ignition but engine off, watching as you writhe on top of him, all you can see of each other in the narrow strip of mirror reflecting you both are your eyes, wide and pupils blown, and his eyes, narrowed and smug, thinking who the fuck he is.
His lips find your neck and you shudder, your stomach tensing up as you feel his left hand skim over your front. He tugs your skirt up, lowering his hand down over your mound—and humming in interest when he realizes you’re not wearing panties.
“Hopin’ fer me?” he asks. “Or just this fuckin’ easy all the time?”
“N-No,” you stammer. You’re not even sure which question you’re answering, and he holds the hem of your skirt up while his right hand dips down between your spread open thighs.
“Le’ssee ‘bout that,” Gator muses, parting your lips with his hand.
“Wait—your cast—” you gasp out, as the fingertips of his right hand graze over your folds.
“Wh’bout it?” he asks.
“You—can’t get it w-wet, right?”
He snickers, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Y’think I don’t wanna be able ta smell ya on me after this? Think I don’t wanna be able t’remember this tight little snatch’a yers just with a whiff? Fuckin’ slut like you deserves t’be memorialized.”
“Gator—” you squeal, as he curls his fingers inside of you, the hot squelch of your pussy around him filling the cab of the truck.
He doesn’t take it easy, either, despite the broken wrist. That’s what the cast’s fer, he’d say, you can almost hear him. His fingers press against your walls from the inside, and you feel the solid mass of the cast against you, feel how stiff it is against your leg as he moves into you, his tongue trailing over the nape of your neck, licking you, not kissing you. Tasting you, consuming you.
“Sound pretty easy t’me,” Gator says, the slick sounds of your cunt taking in his fingers undeniably arousing, filthy, sickeningly so. You’d heard he’d gotten hurt, hoped it wasn’t too bad to keep him from the bar, but when he’d walked in you’d been glad you’d shown face, because yeah. You’d been hoping for him.
“N—I’m not,” you tried to whisper, but your voice broke over the words as he dug his fingers as deep into you as he could, the blunt edge of the cast up against your pussy, reaching inside of you to massage your walls, to coax the sweetest sins he could from your lips (either set, he wasn’t picky).
“Yer not?” Gator asked, pulling his soaking fingers out of you and instead rubbing the pads of his fingers over your clit, so fucking easily because your legs were so far open for him that he could find it just by feel without even needing to see between your thighs. “Nobody likes a liar.” He bit down on the crook where your neck met your shoulder, and you moaned loudly, his fingers swirling over your clit in a lazy, uneven pattern, the wet sounds masking his heavy breathing. But you could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. Could feel his heartbeat pounding in time with yours. “Yer a little fuckin’ liar, too, huh? Big ol’ tramp with a lyin’ mouth.”
“No,” you whined, rolling your hips into his hand. He slid his fingers back inside of you.
“Yer lyin’ right now,” Gator said, half-laughing. He lifted his chin, tucking his mouth next to your ear, whispering you an instruction. “Do me a favor, hm? Touch that fat lil’ clit fer me, real nice.” Your left hand slipped from the steering wheel while your right clamped down even harder on the gear shift. “Least ya know how t’take an order,” he mumbled as your shaky hand fumbled over your clit, wavering a little against your folds. “Le’ssee how ya take this.”
“Gator…” you moaned, low and slow, because he had just enough reach even in the cast—long, deft fingers that knew every inch if you by now—and was rolling his hand against you, prodding at your g-spot, taking his time with it as he just worked you up, until you were leaking out onto him, your arousal coating his palm, seeping under the cast, your essence soaking him and it and the seat beneath you. Your thighs. His pants. You felt his cock poking at your ass, still confined in his camos, but he didn’t seem to care, at least not yet.
“Know what’s comin’,” he said, then snickered. “Well, ‘sides you, ‘course.”
“Fuck,” you breathed, because he had moved his hand up from your skirt, let it fall against your wrist and his as you touched yourself in tandem with him. Now that he had a free hand, he was groping at one of your tits, squeezing it as he let his chin rest on your shoulder to look down.
“Gonna give it ta me?” he asked, pressing a bit more firmly on your g-spot. “Ya know ‘s my favorite when ya do. Please.”
His request—sick as it may be, the lewd ask he always posed to you—you wanted to grant it. You squeezed down on his fingers, feeling your thighs tighten as you circled your clit even faster, hot and wet, the rush to your groin starting to become impossible to ignore.
“Gator,” you gasped.
He pressed his nose to the nape of your neck, desperate enough in his desire that he turned tender. “Please?”
“Ah—nn,” you moaned, because you felt it, your orgasm, cresting—but not only that—
You moved your fingers away from your clit as soon as you felt the shift inside you, the spasm that told you you were right on the edge, and with one last caress inside your cunt from Gator’s fingers, you squirted, all over his cast and the steering wheel, the underside of the dashboard of his car, your own legs. You slumped back against him as he let his fingers slip out of your slit, rubbing over your throbbing clit to keep you gushing for him, keep you coming until the stream stopped, one last little pulse of come shooting weakly out of you, and he rubbed over your mound with his come-soaked hand, the cast shiny with your release.
His cock was insistent beneath you, but Gator only chuckled, reaching past you to drag his clean hand through some of the squirt you’d gotten onto the console.
He rubbed his fingers together with his thumb before wrapping his good arm around your middle, holding you tight to him. In your afterglow, you could almost mistake it for a hug.
“Such a good lil’ slut,” he mumbled, his hand still absently rubbing over your whole pussy. You shuddered at his next words. “Gonna be smellin’ you for days.”
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'Pretty Lil’ Mama' - a preview of my Gator Tillman spit kink/breeding kink smut:
"Gonna put a baby in you," Gator whispered hoarsely against your throat, mouth working overtime to press damp, feverishly sloppy kisses to your flushed skin. His tongue swirling over your neck to soothe where his teeth nipped red marks. "Make you my pretty lil’ mama. You want that, baby? Hmm? Tell me you fuckin' want it."
You felt almost dizzy by his words, but if Gator had said he wanted to eat you alive just then, well, you might have let him.
"I want it," you babbled out. "Mmh—I-I want it, Gator! Want it so bad." Gator was sweaty above you, the humidity of the room turning the light sheen of it that had glimmered off him in the low light moments ago into actual droplets that ran the length of his nose to drip down into the crook of your neck. The wetness of it beginning to pool there on your skin was a heady feeling. “Oh god, please give it to me.”
"God's got nothing to do with it, sweetheart," Gator grunted, his hips rolling into a particularly heavy thrust that made stars swim in your vision, "s'all me. Gonna give it to ya real fuckin' good.”
His head hung between his shoulders for a moment, lips kissing along the curve of your breast. But his thrusts never quit, his cock thick inside of you as your cunt squeezed around him. His blunt head deep enough that you could have sworn you felt him in your guts. But that didn’t matter to you, because he was nudging against your sweet spot and it felt like fireworks were going off inside you. You whimpered, a wanton and pathetic sound that caught Gator’s attention. When he met your eyes again, his fingers dug into the plush of your cheeks to push your lips open.
“Tongue out, baby doll,” Gator murmured lowly, breath hot against your lips. “C’mon, lemme see it.”
When you obeyed, tongue poking out, Gator gathered the saliva in his mouth and spit it onto your pink tongue, letting it seep out past his lips slowly until it gathered there in a slick little pool.
“Mmnnh—“ You moaned, tingles running down your spine from the dirty act.
“Swallow f’me.” He commanded, and when you did, your half-lidded gaze meeting his, a grin stretched his features. A low, heated chuckle fell from his lips, so full of lust that butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “Thereee we go… That’s a good girl.”
— Steve takes you, Piper and Whiskey on an east coast road trip, and has an important question he wants to ask. As always, life has other plans.
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Piper is not an early riser. You know this, and you’ve told this to Steve a million times.
“It’s not even that early, bug!” Steve placates, crouching down to Piper’s bed, giving her his best puppy eyes that he knows works on both his girls. “I will carry you all the way to the car, you won’t even notice.”
Piper dramatically whimpers, rubbing her eyes and clinging to her duvet. She loves living here, so parting from her bed is always her worst nightmare.
You prepare the last of the bags and pack some food for Whiskey, making sure to over pack on the dog poo bags (just in case). Miraculously, Steve has managed to get Piper to agree to getting up, clearly at the terms that he carries her.
“We have enough of those bags, baby.” Steve smiles as he walks into the foyer, Piper glued sleepily to his shoulder. You shake your head and shove a few more in Whiskey’s dog bag. Whiskey sits by the door, already raring for the outside.
“Better safe than sorry,” you remind Steve, and he hums fondly before leaning in to kiss your temple as he picks up the dog bag, the final bag to add to the mobile home for the next two weeks. Steve finally manages to snag time off from the hospital, so he obviously planned a big east coast road trip for you all.
“Baby—, don’t make that face,” Steve whispers into Piper’s ear as he walks her to the front of the Winnebago. You smile fondly as she only nuzzles into his neck sleepily. “It’s gonna be so fun, I’m gonna let you have all the pancakes from all the diners..”
You don’t hear the rest as you get into your seat, hearing muffled raspberry blows as he secures her into her car seat behind you. Whiskey hops next to you, setting into the secured dog bed beside Piper’s seat. Piper manages to settle, sat in her seat almost already closing her eyes.
“I say we head to Charleston first,” Steve announces as he twists the key, starting up the vehicle. “See all those movie sets you like.”
Your stomach flutters and you nod, head back against the seat.
“Sounds amazing,” you tell him and he smiles back, hand patting your thigh pulling away from his driveway.
The drive there is the longest, with you periodically falling asleep, Piper perking up by midday and singing to the radio. Whiskey is well behaved as he always is, happy to receives babbles from Piper as she pats his furry head.
Charleston is beautiful in its own way. Piper’s a fan of walking over the cobbled streets, hand tightly held in yours as Steve takes photos on his camera. The port has a beautiful seafood restaurant you all eat at, and Piper is mysteriously okay with the fish despite how much of a picky eater she is.
“Did you pack swim stuff for you and Piper?” Steve asks as he finishes off his food, “I was thinking we could hit Myrtle Beach tomorrow.”
You nod, wiping Piper’s cheeks.
“When my mom would take us to this— country club every summer,” it doesn’t surprise you hearing this from Steve, you’ve been privy to his upbringing for a while. He’s very open about it all, and you were pleasantly surprised he had no hint of attitude that usually comes with guys who grew up wealthy. “I would leave at night, go to Myrtle and watch the sun set.”
You smile as you absentmindedly fix Piper’s bib.
“Oh, so you can show us around,” you hum and Steve preens slightly, then smiles down at Piper.
“Yummy?” He asks her, and Piper nods up at Steve.
“Yummy,” Piper agrees, and you want to cry because of how cute she is, you’ve been getting that feeling a lot recently. Steve has the same fond, look of pure love on his face.
The check is paid, and Steve suggests a walk along the coastline to help Piper get a little more sleepy. Whiskey trots sleepily beside you both, and you take out your camera to snap a photo of Piper asleep, head on Steve’s shoulder. Steve smiles, head leaning to hers as he sways her on his arm.
The Winnebago is quiet as you both prepare for bed. Piper was down a while ago, snoring softly in her bunk, curtain across with fairy lights hung. Whiskey sleeps on his dog bed by the closed door, and you stretch out on the double mattress over the front two seats. Steve pulls the curtain over, and crawls in beside you, letting out a quiet breath as he pulls you in immediately.
“First location was a success?” He murmurs into your hair, kissing it before looking down at you snug in his arm. You hum before looking up at him, nodding. He responds by squeezing you tighter, and all the worries you had about this trip unravel and disappear. “Piper stuffing her face with fish today, who would’ve thought.”
“Hm,” you agree and sleepily nuzzle into his armpit, breathing deep. “Thank you.”
“Why’re you thanking me, silly?” Steve asks a bit incredulous and you shake your head fond.
“I never thought Piper would ever call someone dad again,” you swallow, eyes on his chest for a moment. His curls that lie on his bronze chest always tickle your cheek, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. “I’m just so happy Doctor Yates retired, I guess.”
Steve smiles and takes it upon himself to gently take you by the armpit, moving so you’re face to face. Steve’s eyes glaze over, probably from tiredness for driving long hours, but don’t move from yours for even a second. You can make out the soft startings of facial hair in the low light, his newly grown moustache that he thinks is ‘rad’.
“Nah,” Steve speak hoarsely, “I’d rather not thank that old fart for retiring,” you laugh, a little loud but it makes Steve grin even more. He kisses the side of your mouth gently, hand moving to rest on your waist. “I think we were always supposed to meet, and I—,” Steve stutters, a rare moment as he blinks. “I hope Piper calls me dad for a very, very long time.” His gaze seems to be calculating your reaction, and you think he’s silly, because why wouldn’t you want Piper to call him dad for the rest of time.
“What’s the matter?” You ask, shuffling impossibly closer.
“Nothing, nothing,” Steve assures, but you know him inside out. All his tells that he’s got a slight bit of unease in his gaze. “Just that… I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all day—!”
Steve makes you giggle as he nuzzles into your neck, mixing blowing raspberries and pressing lovely kisses. Your jaw aches as you try to keep your laughing to a minimum, cautious not to wake Piper.
“Hm, gimme some sugar, honey,” Steve mumbles into your chest, “S’ what the doctor ordered—,”
You laugh even louder, and you let his warm hands wander despite you both having to wake up early tomorrow for the drive.
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It’s hot in South Carolina.
Piper is already complaining as you dress her, a nice set from Steve’s parents. Floral pants and blouse, paired with some pink jelly sandals. Steve curses after he notices Whiskey attempting to pee on the side of the open door to the Winnebago, and he haphazardly picks up the large dog. Whiskey gruffs in response, and the commotion only makes it harder for you to put on Piper’s shoes.
“If you don’t put these on, you won’t be able to walk next to Whiskey,” you reason with the baby, and Piper just wiggles more.
“Too hot, mommy, is’ too hot,” Piper whines back to your face, her cheeks matching your reddened face and neck. Why are you so hot? I mean, it’s boiling here, but you never get overheated like this. Piper then kicks as you successfully tie up the shoe, accidentally smacking the jelly sandalled foot into your nose.
“Oh—,” you shout, not meaning to be loud but there’s a splitting pain in the middle of your nose now. Steve has come back from wrestling a playful Whiskey, alerted from the sound of your pain, as he always is. “Piper, why’d you do that?” You sigh out and wince, rubbing your eyes for a moment. Steve, though he is on holiday, never stops being a doctor, which sometimes infuriates you. Especially in moments like these.
“Sweetheart, let me take a look,” Steve starts and slips the other shoe onto Piper’s foot, annoying you even more. Parenting seemed to come so easy to him. “Here, sit—,”
“Jesus, I’m fine,” you snap, rubbing your nose and stepping out into the heat, needing air at least. Steve doesn’t accept that, because how can he not make sure nothing is broken?
“Honey, she just kicked you in the face. Let me get an ice pack, and some water.” Steve speaks, and sometimes when he gets like this, no one is allowed to argue. Steve moves to grab your wrist, and you shake your head, eyes wide as you notice Piper has gotten down and is heading away.
“Steve you—,” you don’t mean for it to come out harshly, “Stop it— why weren’t you watching her?”
Steve blanks for a moment, before looking over to see Piper a good few meters, not very far, but far enough. As you step to jog and catch her, he stops you, and is stepping over quickly to pick her up.
“Daddy, no, want to go there,” Piper shouts and points to a nearby ice cream truck near the car park. Steve secures her and walks back, “Daddy.”
“Sweet pea, you can’t just run off okay? You wait for us. Wait for your mom or me,” you don’t hear the end of it as you walk back into the Winnebago, wanting some peace. Your nose still throbs, but the mirror tells you there’s no bruise. You sit, sighing out and petting Whiskey who has opted to rest his head on your knee. “Hey— are we ready to head—,”
“No Steve, I’m not.” You manage, frowning. “Clearly.”
“Okay,” Steve swallows, clearly trying to hold something in, “I just, had a schedule for today? We need to hit this brunch spot now, I have a reservation.”
“My nose is burning, I’m not ready.” You repeat, eyes incredulous at him. Steve then blinks, adjusting Piper who has a tight frown on her face from your tone.
“You— told me you were fine, I can look at it now.” Steve starts to move, and you stop him.
“Steve, can you for a moment just stop? I need five minutes. By myself— I don’t need you to doctor me every moment of the day.” You regret the words, because his face falters.
“You’re hurt,” Steve then speaks curt, moving to slide his sunglasses to his hair, cheeks sweaty. “I can solve the problem,”
“I don’t need you to.”
Steve sighs out, before swaying Piper in his arms, noticing her worried expression. He kisses her red cheek and puts on a smile.
“Let’s go check out that ice cream truck,” Steve tells Piper who obviously smiles at that, “How’s that sound bub?”
“Ice cream,” she nods happily, hugging his neck, and he lets her, despite how hot it is. He doesn’t spare you a look before he leaves, and you know you’ve upset him. Whiskey whines pitifully at your knee.
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You don’t tell Steve you threw up before joining them. Steve has an uneasy smile as you approach, and you already want to curse yourself for overreacting so much. The diner he picked for lunch is lovely, a small but cosy one off the coast. As you wait to be seated, you lean forward behind him and mumble against his back.
“I’m sorry,” with a kiss on his flannel clad shoulder. Steve huff out a smile and leans his head back to shake his head.
“Okay mommy?” Piper wonders in his arms and to him smiling weakly.
“Mommy’s okay, she’s just a bit dramatic,” you reply, kissing her pudgy cheek, then Steve’s. Steve watches fondly as she giggles and copies you, placing a huge messy kiss on your nose. The waitress interrupts you both and directs you to a table by the window. Whiskey hops up on the booth seat, snug next to you.
“What we feeling Pip? Pancakes? Waffles— burger…” Steve trails off and shows Piper the menu. Piper can barely read it but she finds it all the worth looking at. You don’t really feel hungry at all after throwing up.
“Waffle,” Piper speaks up at Steve and he nods, noting it in his head. Piper focuses on the crayons and scribbling over the paper menu.
“What are you fancying, honey?” Steve asks you, looking up. You look over the menu, but nothing seems to look appealing. “I know you love diner food.”
“I don’t…” you trail off, mouth twisting, “Maybe I’ll just have some fries.”
Steve furrows his eyebrows, putting the menu down. His expression deepens.
“Honey, they have your favourite— Nutella pancakes, how about that?” Steve offers and you sip some table water.
“Just messy fries will do me.” You assure, and Steve’s eyes narrow. When he orders, he gets the Nutella pancakes. Probably because he knows you’ll want a bite anyway. Steve watches you as you pet Whiskey absentmindedly.
“Did you sleep okay?” Steve asks suddenly, eyes narrowed. “I didn’t feel you move around a lot.”
“I slept fine,” you nod, sighing fondly. “Im sorry for being such a downer— I know you’re excited for the beach.”
“I’m only excited to spend it with you guys.” Steve assures and reaches over, thumb drifting over your hand. “It’s special, but you’ll complete it.”
“You already have me, and the little princess,” you joke, but a flush still forms over your cheeks, “No need for the charm.”
“Oh, get ready for buckets of charm all trip,” Steve winks, blowing a kiss. Piper has gotten bored of colouring, and looking up at Steve.
“Kiss kiss,” Piper pouts, and Steve laughs, blowing one for her too. “Daddy,” she speaks giggling loudly, as if Steve’s the silliest man on the planet.
You forget about your sick feeling for a while. Absolutely stealing half of Steve’s pancakes.
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Steve is antsy as you all walk to the beach. You’re a bit off his “special schedule” he’s insisted on. Only by 15 minutes due to the nose run in this morning.
“Can we stop here?” You ask, breath falling short, Piper whining in your arms, itching to get onto the sand.
“Honey I— there’s a much better spot up there,” Steve stresses, a bit erratic, looking around. You swallow, mouth all dry.
“The sand looks perfectly fine here—,” before you can speak more, your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton. You blink, letting Piper onto the sand next to Whiskey. Steve notices, and is there to catch you when you inevitably faint. It all goes black.
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“Have to be quiet, Pip.” Steve chides, and you hear Piper’s muffed confused whimpers, along with periodic beeping. Eventually you come to, and wake up in a hospital bed.
Right.
Steve clocks you’re awake immediately.
“Honey,” he breathes out, reaching across to take your hand, smiling. “Hey.”
“What— what happened?” You ask, blinking drowsily. Piper gets on the bed, immediately wrapping herself around you laying her head flat on your stomach.
“You fainted on the beach,” Steve explains, “I should have known, I was going a mile a minute and didn’t even consider how hot it was.”
“Oh,” you speak, a bit distant. “I threw up this morning.”
“You—,” Steve sits up, eyes wide. “Baby, why didn’t you say anything?” Steve frowns, tight but his hand squeezes yours again.
“You’re my boyfriend, not my doctor.” You smile small, blinking sleepily. Steve bites his lip, looking to the ground then up again.
“The reason this whole— schedule thing—,”
The doctor knocks at this moment, and Steve sighs out, rubbing his forehead and sitting back. He keeps his hand in yours, and momentarily you wonder what he was going to say.
“Results came back,” the doctor smiles, “We took your blood while you were going in and out,” she explains, and pulls up a chair next to you.
Steve sits a bit rigid, almost wanting to jump in and speak.
“You’re okay,” the doctor nods, “Nothing to worry about, just regular fainting which happens in the heat.” She pointedly looks at Steve for a moment before smiling. “Just another thing.”
You sit up, confused. If it was all okay, what was the problem?
“Congratulations.” The doctor grins, and passes over a sheet of results. You blearily blink to look at the paper, a bit confused at all the medical jargon. Steve obviously understood and his eyes widen, sat in shock.
“Are you serious?” Steve then stands, abruptly. The doctor nods, amused at his stance.
“Can someone please clue me in on my own test results—,”
“— you’re pregnant.” The doctor finishes for you, “Only 3 weeks, explains that throwing up you told us.”
You can’t move. You look up to Steve who is frozen, eyes glazed over.
“I’ll leave you two to talk.”
As the doctor leaves, Piper sits up and looks between you two, very confused.
“Mommy, whats matter?”
You swallow, an incredulous laugh falling from your mouth as you hug her closer. Steve is finally back from the dead, and sits on the edge of the bed, moving to stroke your cheeks.
“How did I not know?” He murmurs, but a smile spreads across his cheeks. “God— I’m a terrible doctor—,”
“Doctor of children,” you remind him, eyes wet now as you let out a sniffy laugh. “And father of two now.”
“Three if you count Whiskey,” he adds, smiling wide and kissing all over your face. “Pips gonna be a big sister.” Piper perks up, arm now around Steve’s bicep comfortably.
“Mommy has a baby in her?” Piper asks and you nod, smiling messily. Piper looks down at where she’s sat, and widens her eyes before scrambling up to your chest. “Mustnt squish it—,”
Steve laughs heartedly, full of love for his girls.
“The little nugget had to ruin my plans huh,” he speaks as he adjusts Piper so she’s more in his lap, away from hurting you. You furrow your eyebrows, head tilting. Steve smiles at your confusion. “That annoying schedule that you hated? Eventually led us to under the pier, had it all decked out with fairy lights and everything.”
“Oh,” you frown, sad. “I ruined your plans.”
“S’fine,” he waves off, and reaches for his pocket. “I can do it here just fine.”
You watch as he brings out a small black box, and your heart stops again for the umpteenth time today. Piper watches as he opens it, a beautiful silver band with a tiny pearl nestled in the middle.
“I can’t believe I’m asking you this in a hospital,” Steve begins, but carries on despite his shaking hands. “I want that Winnebago trip every year, I want Piper and the little nugget calling me dad forever, and I want the privilege of seeing your face every day, for the rest of my life.”
You can’t speak, just mouth opening and closing, eyes positively wet now.
“Can we do forever?”
You nod, very quickly and sniff, trying to wipe the snot that had left your nose. Steve hums and takes out the ring to slide it on your finger, bringing it to kiss gently.
“Oh, you were going to ask me under the pier—,”
“Here is much quieter,” he corrects and you splutter a laugh, wiping your eyes and leaning up to kiss his lips messily. “And on brand.”
You can’t stop kissing his face, Piper joining in as she always does.
You wouldn’t mind spending every Summer in boiling hot South Carolina, knowing it’s going to be with Steve every time.
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a/n: steve wanting to overly use his expertise to feel useful is my hc very him!
I apologise how late this is. Recently my grandfather passed, and so that definitely slowed my writing and motivation. Getting back into it now🤍
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