Part two to this. This series also has a title now: John has liked your photo! Hope you enjoy this as much as last time. Does it also show how little I know about kissing?
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The second time you and John see each other in a cafe in the city centre. This time it's you who suggests meeting up. It made John feel giddy and like a schoolboy again when your text lit up his phone screen.
Your anxiousness made you way too early — as usual. But not too soon after, John appears in the cafe, also way too early. It makes you giggle.
"What is your go-to coffee order?", you ask while waiting in line, eyeing the menu and the delicious-looking pastries.
John hums, his hands clasped behind his back. "I hate to disappoint you, doll, but I'm a black coffee guy. Or tea."
Turning towards him with your eyes wide, not knowing if it is because of the nickname or the confession to drink coffee with nothing in it. "Not even some milk?"
He shakes his head with a smile. "None. If I'm in shipped out I'm happy to get a cuppa so I got used to the stuff raw."
Now you feel stupid for your usual very sweet coffee order. John sees the subtility in your face and he bumps his shoulder against yours. "Well, you are what you eat. So no wonder you're so sweet."
It makes your face heat up and you stumble over your words, not sure how to get out a response.
The line quickly moves along and John orders his black coffee and you your white chocolate mocha. Before he has time to grab his wallet, you've whipped out your phone and paid for it. You give him a daring smile while giving your name.
The two of you go sit in a quiet corner and wait for the coffee to arrive. You are telling some story about what has happened at work this week and halfway your name gets called out. John holds out his hand so you can stay put, and he grabs the order.
"Sorry, go on", he says with a smile when he returns with the coffees, placing yours in front of you with the ear facing your dominant hand.
"So", you say after finishing your story, "we haven't really talked about what we seek. You know... with dating and such." You nervously trace the rim of the glass, glancing up at the man.
John's leaning relaxed back into the chair, his legs spread wide and a comfortable smile on his face. "Gauging the vibe, doll?"
You can't help but feel your cheeks heat up again as you slink slightly down. "Maybe. Wouldn't want to waste your time if you want something completely different than me." You shrug, trying to play it cool.
That makes him lean forward a bit. "You sayin' that your time's less valuable than mine?"
That leaves you gaping like a fish. And it makes John crack a cheeky smile, showing he's teasing you.
"So do I have to worry about crazy exes or something?", he asks with a smile.
You shrug, putting your hair behind your ear. "Don't have to worry about something that's never been there", you say casually, taking a sip of your drink.
John's eyes bulge out of their sockets. Did he hear you correctly? Have you never dated anyone? How could such a wonder as you not have boys and men lined up and down the street, jumping for just a glance from you?
"Do I?", you ask timidly at his wide eyes and no response.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he clears his throat. Now is the time to come clean. "I mean... not like you have to worry about her, but there is my ex-wife."
"Wife?!" You clasp a hand over your mouth as you said that a bit too loud. "A-and for how long are you divorced? If I may ask, at least."
John smiles at your bashfulness. "Almost two years. We were married just short of a year. It was impulsive and I quickly discovered that being married to her wasn't as great as I thought it would be."
Unconsciously, you reach out and take hold of his hand. You can understand how hard it is to admit something like that to practically a stranger. "It must have been hard, going through that time in your life. Never mind the judgement of others."
He nods. "Something like that. It was more of the pitying glances of my family and their comments that got me at first. Their opinions about her and me and our relationship weren't always the kindest. But you get used to it and after a while, you get desensitized."
As you open your mouth to say something, a call of your name makes the two of you turn your heads. "Oh lord", you mumble as your aunt and cousin come walking towards the two of you.
"How are you, dear? " your aunt smiles widely, pulling you up for a hug. "I haven't seen you in a while! How's school? Oh, right. Your mum told me you quit and are working now. How do you like it? And who is this?" She turns her attention towards John.
The man dutiful stands up and offers his hand to your aunt. "John Price, ma'am."
From behind your aunt, you see your cousin lean over and mouth the words, "Who's that?", to you. "Date", you mouth back. She checks him once over and nods in appreciation.
"Oh mum, didn't you say you needed to go to that one store before it closes?", asks your cousin loudly, pulling the attention from your aunt.
"Right! It was lovely meeting you, John. See you next time, dear." Your aunt kisses both your cheeks as a goodbye before pulling her daughter behind her. You just know you'll get a text from her later on to demand the tea.
"I am so sorry", you laugh as you sit back down, hiding your face behind your hands.
John joins you and shakes his hands. "It's fine. Aunts are kinda my speciality."
"Really?"
"No", he smiles.
The rest of the afternoon goes by with smiles and laughs and good conversation until the staff has to, again like last time, kick you out and you're reluctant to say goodbye to John.
He walked to your car. It cracked him up to see the bright yellow car that lights up when you press the unlock button. Oh, how fitting of you to drive such an eyesore.
You hoover by the door, fiddling with your keys. "I had a really good time today, John." You shyly look up, your cheeks radiating heat.
John slowly inches closer, laying a hand on your cheek. "I did too." His eyes flicker between your own and your lips. You can't help but swipe your tongue over your bottom lip before taking it between your teeth.
"I desperately wanted to kiss you all day. Can I kiss you?"
Looking at him, you nod, searching for the right words. Stumbling out a 'yeah', John closes the distance and lightly presses his lips against yours.
Not knowing what to do, you lean into the kiss and close your eyes. John slides his other hand around your middle to pull you flush against his body. Your hands feel awkward so you replicate what you've seen over the years in movies and TV and place them first on his shoulders before sliding to the back of his neck.
A soft grumble comes from deep within his chest before you pull back, feeling like you are going to pass out if you don't. Either from the lack of air or your first-ever kiss.
Smiling wide, John rests his forehead against yours. "How am I to drive away from you now, doll."
You shrug, still slightly out of breath. "I'm wondering that myself." A giggle escapes you, licking your lips. "But I really have to go through... My parents are waiting for me. We're going to my grandma..."
"Those blasted parents of yours", teases John, letting go of you. "But if you have to go. Text me when you get home safe?"
You nod, opening your car door. "Will do. You too?"
John nods with a smile and watches how you drive away. Dear God. Is he crazy that he could envision the rest of his life together with you after the second date?
A short scenario for König helping the reader to discover, she can dom him. Finding out, she hasn't tried such a role before and teaching her little by little. This is pure smut, so everything under cut, sorry.
Yes, there is dom scenario as well.
He doesn`t open up this side of him, till you are already dating for some time.
The first time he manifests his need to be in subspace sometimes, it's almost unconscious.
He falls sick with cold, and you take care of him and pamper him for the whole day. After many hours of coughing and sniffing, he finally falls asleep under blankets with your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair.
However, his slumber doesn't last long: at some point, König wakes up and decides, that all this time he's been cuddling his way into sex. You wake up from his hot hardness pressed between your thighs. He doesn't dare to move your panties and slide in till you let him. “It's ok, love. Go on.”
And then with one swift push, he fills you completely. His kisses still taste like cough syrup and honey. His hands squeeze your hips in a desperate attempt to steady himself and not go too harsh on you.
He moans and whines so loud, you're afraid, he might wake up the neighbors. So you cover his lips with your hands, only for him to start sucking on your digits.
That's when he groans “Liebe… Please. I need to cum. Please!”. At first, you don't get it, as you believe, he wanted you to do something special.
But all he needed so desperately was your permission. He gave you a complete control over his body and hoped, you'd take it.
So you did. “Of course, König,” you managed to answer breathlessly, while he moved in and out. “Cum for me”. Never before was he so loud and intense. Your chest and belly were covered with hot, sticky seed, your face was wet with his tears. König kept kissing your swollen lips, rubbing his bare skin against you chest, mixing your scents.
When he feels better again, you ask him, if he remembers, what happened that night? Or maybe he was just affected by fever…
It turns out, not only he remembers it, he replays the events of that night almost constantly. This becomes one of his sweetest and most desirable fantasies.
One thought about it and he peppers your face with kisses once again. “It felt so good, thank you, Liebe!”
As much as you want to keep him as happy and satisfied as now, you are feeling uneasy, since you didn't have much experience at being the top.
This doesn't escape König, so he proceeds to it in the other way. He slowly and gradually eases you to the idea of being in charge, having him completely at your mercy, owning him.
Every your single step on this way makes him absolutely ecstatic. You whispered him, he was yours, at the party? Be ready to leave this place in the next few minutes. He may hold on till you're in your car, but then he eats you out, grunting and groaning. You commanded him to get on his knees, so that you don't have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss him? The man is hard and absolutely breathless in the next minutes.
He is not the type to completely give up the initiative. König still might pounce on you the moment you two cross the threshold of your house. But the moments, when he feels like a fucktoy, when you straddle him and cum repeatedly all over his throbbing cock, deciding how hard and at what pace will you two go… These are just pure ecstasy to him.
König will, in some time, show you more ways of making him feel weak, drowning him in your merciful touches, owning every inch of him… He doesn't rush it. He has been waiting for you too long to now frivolously frighten you with too much intensity of his preferences.
Okay so is this kinda inspired by my own wishfull thinking? Yes absolutely. Do I give a damn? Absolutely not. Warnings? Age gap (reader 23/John 35) / Reader lives at home / kinda rushed because I want it out of my system :)
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Ever since covid you and your friend had a Tinder Night every two weeks, to help you with your never-ending singleness. And when she moved across the country to move in with her boyfriend, the Tinder Nights got digital. And by now you've also broadened your horizon to Hinge.
But one evening bored out of your mind by the selection of boys, your friend — plus her boyfriend who tries not to be invested but is failing very badly — and you decide to up the age to 30 to 40, for shits and gigs of course.
And after an evening of swiping and giggling about the creepy dudes who put their minimum age to at least 23, you kinda forget to put the age back to your five-year rule. Until you get a notification of Hinge a couple of nights later.
John has liked your photo! Match to continue the conversation.
You hesitate at first. From the small picture, the notif gives you you can see that the guy isn't 25 of something. Opening the app, you scroll through his profile.
He's... handsome. You're not going to deny that with short brown hair and a pretty mighty moustache and beard, he kinda gives you puppy vibes as his eyes radiate kindness.
His profile says he's 35 and in the army. Pretty tall too. And his prompts are pretty hilarious too. At least... you think so.
You send a screenshot to your friend of his answer to:
I'm totally obsessed with:
Sleeping in a freshly washed bed.
You: Oh he's... like ADULT adult
Your friend: That answer comes across as if he is going to give you tips about the airfryer
And against your better judgement... you match with him.
The conversation is awkward at first (from your side at least) but slowly and surely you start to warm up. His jokes are horrible and dad-jokey but make you smile anytime he sends them. He's the first person you text and the last one from whom you check if you have a message before going to sleep.
After a week he asks you out to dinner. He wants to meet you and see if you match each other in real life. And you agree.
So that Friday, after work, you get all dolled up and you ask your mother to drop you off so you can drink a cocktail or two and don't have to worry about driving.
When you walk into the restaurant your breath hitches. There he is, waiting patiently for you. He's wearing a simple white button-up with the sleeves rolled up his arms and dark slacks. Effortlessly handsome.
John rises from his seat when you approach and hugs you, a wide smile on his face. He pulls the chair out for you, like the gentleman he is, and asks about your day.
To your surprise, this is the first date you truly enjoy. John is attentive and seems to really pay attention to you and what you say. He asks about you, your job, and your life. Of course, you do the same. he's a very interesting man and his job is just amazing. He explains he's a captain in the British Army but that he's on desk duty until his injury from his last deployment has healed. He can't say a lot about his job as a Captain, but what he tells you sounds all so brave.
Without even realising hours have passed and the restaurant staff is not so subtly urging you to pay and go home. You want to grab your purse to split the bill. But John gives you a stern look and pays instead.
"You really didn't need to do that", you say as he drives you home, feeling kinda guilty that he paid the bill.
John gives you the same look as before. "Darling, my mother raised me right. And she would give me a stern talking to if she knew I would let a lady pay on the first date."
"Fine", you huff, "but next time I pay!"
"Next time huh?" He gives you a cheeky smile.
You feel your face heat up and choose to say nothing, opting to look out of the window.
John stops in front of your house and gets out to open the car door for you. He walks you to the front door and you hesitate for a moment with the key in your hand.
"I would love to invite you in for tea but..."
He nods understanding. "But you have roommates that are probably asleep by now. I get it."
Pursing your lips, you embarrassingly scratch the back of your neck. "No... I still live with my parents."
John's eyes widen with shock for a second before he masks it. "Ah. I see."
This is it, you think, I've blown it.
"It's a bit too early to meet the parents, isn't it?", he jokes and you let out a sigh of relief. You nod in agreement, a smile forming on your face.
Standing up on your tippy toes, you press a kiss against John's cheek. His beard prickles your lips but you don't mind it.
"Thanks for tonight. And thanks you for driving me home", you smile softly. "Text me when you get home safely?"
John nods and you wait before entering your home until John's driven away. Once inside you sigh deeply.
How are you going to explain to your parents that you're dating a guy who's seriously twelve years older than you?!
The Pitt (mostly Jack Abbot fanfics) has given me inspiration again. I also made whole ass family trees for both John's family and Reader's family.... Anyone interested?
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The two of you have been going steady for a while now. And one thing you've been dreading for a while has arrived: meeting his parents and siblings.
Never before had you had to meet a boyfriend's family. Going over to a friend's house for the first time was exciting. Also a bit scary. But nothing like this.
You've spent hours deciding which outfit to wear, consulting your best friend and your mom. In the end, you've decided on a green gingham dress that's playful but not too revealing.
When John picked you up, he was quite literally speechless. He doesn't like to admit it, but when he saw you, he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath to calm himself down.
Picking at your nails, you're very quiet on the ride over there. So quiet that it worries John. "You okay in there, sweetheart?", he asks softly, grabbing your hand that's resting on your lap and bringing it to his lips.
You look at him and smile. "Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"We've driven past countless farmfields and not once have you pointed out the cows. What's going on in that head of yours? Tell me, dollface."
You feel the heat creep up your neck. He knows you too well, even now.
"It's just...", you let out a sigh. "What if your mom hates me? Or hates the flowers I picked." Shaking the bouquet in your lap to emphasise your words. "Or what if your siblings think I'm a child? That I'm way too young for you and that you're wasting your time."
John can't help but chuckle. It makes you pout.
"None of that you can control. So what if my mom hates the colour of them? Or what my siblings think of you? The only thing that matters is you being yourself. And if you'll just be yourself, they'll love you just as much as I do."
With wide eyes, you look at him because of his confession. "What?", you whisper.
John stops the car in front of a house and turns towards you. "I love you. And I'm not afraid to say it. And if you don't feel the same right now, that's okay. But I want to be clear about my feelings for you and that I'm very serious about them—"
"John", you interrupt him. He looks at you with wide eyes with a slightly scared look in them. "Just kiss me."
He leans over the middle console and cups your cheeks. You hum against his lips and close your eyes. John pulls you closer as your hand slides to the back of his neck, lacing your fingers in the hair at the back of his head.
A sudden knock on John's window makes you pull away scared, looking over his shoulder at the person. A man and a woman lean on the car with teasing grins on their faces.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I'm never going to hear the end of this...", groans John as he closes his eyes.
You quickly scramble out of the car as you fix your hair and outfit. John reluctantly climbs out of the car and glares at the two. "Don't you two muppets have anything better to do?"
"And miss out on you absolutely swallowing up her face like a schoolboy?"
Mortified, you turn around and hide your face in your hands. Can the ground swallow you up like right now? Oh, how horrible!
You hear John grumble something, a laugh, and footsteps rounding the car towards you. When you look up, you see the woman standing before you with a kind smile and her hand stretched towards you.
"I'm Laura, John's sister. It's nice to finally meet you. That doofus over there is Tom. The baby of the family."
You smile awkwardly and introduce yourself, even though her smile says she already knows your name. "Nice to meet you too. And you." You also give Tom a hand and go to stand next to John, using him as a physical shield.
"Mum's anxiously waiting for your arrival. Shall we go?" Tom smiles and marches up the garden path towards the back gate of a two-story cottage with white bricks and dark shingles. Laura follows him, sending you a wink.
John mumbles a curse under his breath while grabbing your hand and leading you down the same path. "Don't listen to them. They like to... poke the bear with a stick. Younger sibling privileges, they call it."
"You weren't the oldest, right?", you question, remembering something about three siblings.
"There's also Kiran. He's inside somewhere with his kids."
John brings you around the house and holds the gate open for you. Behind the house is a patio with a seating area and a dining table. At the back of the garden is a small pond and a little waterfall, giving the garden a relaxing ambience.
A bunch of kids run around, kicking a ball, but stop as soon as they see John and you enter the garden. "Uncle John!", they scream and run towards him, tackling him towards the ground.
The door towards the kitchen swings open and out comes a middle-aged woman with a wide smile. She completely passes by John, buried under the children, and embraces you happily as she calls out your name.
"So very nice to finally meet you! Oh, look at you, you're as pretty as John said."
You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as John's mother fusses about. You look at John over your shoulder, who has finally managed to wrestle the kids off him. His ears are as flushed as your cheeks feel. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, something he does when he is nervous.
John's mother excitedly brings you inside, introducing herself as Margareth. She gushes about the flowers and takes them from your hands, declaring she needs to put them in a vase immediately.
You feel a warm hand at your lower back as you stand awkwardly in the dining room. Looking over your shoulder, John smiles reassuringly towards you before leading you further into the dragon's den.
He leads you towards the living room, where you can hear multiple voices talking over each other eagerly. The radio in the background plays some seventies song while a handful of children play in the corner with vintage wooden toys.
Laura passes you from behind, the flowers you gave neatly arranged into a clear vase as she places them in the centre of the coffee table.
The action seems to pull some family members from their conversations towards John and you.
A man who looks like an older version of John raises with a groan from a comfy-looking chair, and he gives you a smile you've seen so much on John's face. His father. "It's so very nice to meet you. John was very excited when he told you that you were coming with. We all are". He winks before giving you a warm hug. "Christofer is the name."
You introduce yourself — even though you can bet he already knows it. It leads to you introducing yourself to the others in the room.
At first, there is Laura and her husband Cian. Their children, Corey and Reuben, were the ones outside tackling John with their cousins, Dylan and Maude. Which are the twins of Kiran and Lydia. There is also Dakota, Laura's toddler, who happily sits on her father's lap. Tom and his partner, Marshall, are the last to greet you warmly.
You're feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the people and children giving you so much attention. John seems to notice and takes your hand. "I'm going to show her around", he says to his father before pulling you away towards the stairs.
He leads you into a bedroom. Which is a feast for your eyes. It's a neatly kept teen boy's bedroom, with posters, soccer trophies and knick-knacks. It's so undeniably John's room.
But the poster of Pamela Anderson in her Baywatch era makes you laugh. It brings a bright pink hue to his cheeks as John steers you away from it. "Don't... Just don't", he grumbles as he wraps his arms around you.
You smile up at him. "I get it. Pam's such a babe." Reaching up, you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Even though I was more of a Zac Efron kinda girly."
That makes John raise his eyebrows. "Who?"
Reeling your head back, you look at him incredulously. "You're kidding, right? Zac Efron? He was in the new Baywatch movie. Hairspray? High School Musical? Come on, you do know... The Disney Channel original movie franchise High School Musical?!"
"When did that come out?"
You shrug. "Don't know. 2006 or something?"
A smile grows on his face. "You know I was 15 in 2006, right?"
With pursed lips, you grimace teasingly. "I forget how old you are sometimes..."
Your comment makes John guffaw, and he grabs you by your middle and throws you on his childhood bed. He cages you between himself and the mattress with one arm while the other tickles your side.
You squeal and laugh, trying to push him away. Once he finally relents, you're both out of breath. He looks at you with such love-filled eyes that it makes you squirm in a good way.
He sighs deeply and drops his head to the crook of your neck. "If we weren't in my childhood bedroom and my family wasn't downstairs..."
You run a hand through his hair. "What then?", you tease, biting your bottom lip.
John raises his head and cups your face. "I could show you how much this old man loves you."
"You can still do that", you whisper before lifting yourself up a bit and pressing your lips against him.
At first, it's soft and still a bit searching. But when you clutch his shoulders, and he reaches behind to press your body closer to his, you let out a soft moan. That makes John groan before he pulls away, peppering small kisses from the corner of your mouth, down your jaw, and in your neck.
Just as you tilt your head to the side to give John more room to explore, a sharp knock on the door ruins the moment.
"Quit being horney teenagers and come down. Mom made her charcuterie board and she's very proud of it." Laura's voice has a teasing lilt to it before you hear her walk away.
John grumbles as he gets off the bed and helps you up. You catch a glimpse of the two of you in a mirror and gasp. You look so... rumpled.
You quickly fix your hair and makeup before doing the same to John, rubbing your lipstick from his lips and cheeks. Once you look a lot more presentable, you exit the room.
You can't believe you just did that on John's childhood bed...
When you enter the living room, you're pulled towards the sofa by Tom. He excitedly asks you about you and your life, the whole family listening. John drops into the seat next to you and hands you a glass with your favourite drink. Something the way his mother smiles proudly tells you that John told his parents that you like it and to get it for you.
The afternoon goes by swimmingly. John's family really seems to like and (and you them!). Even little Dakota climbed into your lap and asked you all sorts of adorable questions. Your enthusiasm in answering them made the Price family exchange gleeful glances — also a couple of smug ones aimed at John.
As the day winds down, an unexpected guest waltzes into the living room.
"Hello, family!", calls out a high-pitched voice. A woman with fiery-red hair and a dress that's a tad too tight and short enters the room like she owns the place.
Marshall and Tom, next to you, groan, and John stiffens. His arm, which was previously lying relaxed on the backrest behind you tenses, unconsciously gripping your shoulder a bit tighter.
Margareth rises from her chair, a tight smile on her face. "Lexie. What a... surprise. How are you dear?"
Wait... Lexie? That can't be the Lexie.
You glance at John, who looks very uncomfortable. But one look from him confirms your suspicions. That's John's ex-wife.
"What is she doing here?", whispers Lydia to Laura and Tom, who both shrug.
You watch her interact with Margareth. She acts with a familiarity that isn't well-received by the reactions of the family members around you.
"Oh, I was just in the neighbourhood, and I saw John's car, so I thought, why not drop by and say 'hi'." The fakeness drips from her voice, and it makes you frown.
But then she brings her attention towards you. "Oh! I didn't even see you there!" She walks towards you so she's towering over you as you're still seated on the couch. "You must be John's new partner."
You can practically taste the superiority dripping off of her. Not one to be messed with, you stand up with a wide smile and hug her enthusiastically. "Oh my god, it's so nice to meet you! You must be John's ex."
"Wife", she corrects you. "Ex-wife."
"Well, an ex is still an ex, wife or not. John hadn't mentioned you were still so close with your ex-in-laws." With a wide smile, you cock your head to the side. If she can be bitchy, so can you.
It makes her smile falter just a bit. She stutters out her response. "I-I... we're not. But as I said, I was in the area."
You can hear a couple of snickers from behind you. Lexie's cheeks flush in embarrassment, and she glances around.
"Let me walk you out", says Margareth to Lexie, "we were just ending the day."
"We were?", questions Christoffer, who's mid-bite of a handful of crisps. But a look from Margareth makes him swallow quickly. "Yes, we are! Children, come give Granny and Grampy a kiss goodbye!"
As Margareth passes by you, she sends you a wink before practically shoving Lexie out of the door.
Once the living room is quiet and everybody's eyes are on you, the mortification sets in. "Why did I do that?" you whisper-yell to yourself as you drop back onto the couch.
"Balls of steel", nods Kiran approvingly.
You do not dare to look at John, afraid of what he will say or do. Because you know you just fucked it up. Majorly.
Laura stands up and starts to clean, you quickly do the same and begin to carry back empty bowls towards the kitchen.
"I'm so sorry", you whisper once you're alone with her in the kitchen. "I don't know what came over me."
Laura gives you a look that you can only explain as motherly. "Has John told you why he and Lexie divorced?"
"He said that they had a short marriage, and I could notice that something had happened but I didn't want to pry."
She sighs, busying herself with the dishes. "John was still on active duty when they married. He was away a lot, and for some reason, they decided to marry. Probably tax benefits or something. I believe he actually loved her at that time and was scared that if he died, she would get nothing.
"Apparently... she couldn't handle that John was away so much, so she started to cheat on him. With multiple men. He kept it all to himself while going through the divorce. Mum's a very 'you marry you stay together' type of person. It was not after John told Kiran the reason that we all finally knew. Mum felt awful afterwards."
Holy shit. That explains a lot. Now you feel less bad about how you acted.
"You're the first person he brought back home after everything to introduce to us. So I think you have nothing to worry about." She smiles at you, but it doesn't really reach her eyes.
A figure in the corner of your eyes catches your attention. Through the kitchen window, you see John standing outside, his hands on top of his head.
Sending a shy smile towards Laura, you exit the house and walk towards John. Hesitantly, you stand next to him and look at him.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that... I've—"
You don't get the chance to finish your sentence as John has grabbed your face and smashed his lips against yours. He breathes through his nose as he pulls you impossibly close to him.
"That... was the hottest thing I've ever seen", he mumbles against your lips. It makes you giggle.
"So I don't need to apologise?"
John pulls back and strokes your lips with his thumb. "No. I should apologise instead. If I had told you about how it ended, you would have been prepared. But I've never imagined..." He sighs deeply.
A smile forms on your face. "I understand, John. It's not an easy thing to tell."
The look in John's eyes makes you melt on the spot. His big eyes are so filled with love that it gives you the warm fuzzies.
"Please stay the night." You glance back at the house. He understands what you're implying and laughs. "No. At my place. I can't imagine going to sleep tonight except with you in my arms. Please humour an old soldier."
You laugh and nod. "So now you are old?"
"When it suits the situation", he shrugs playfully.
Pretending to think about it while John presses pecks to your jaw. You hum before nodding. "Yeah, I would love to. But could we stop by my place first? I would like to get some night necessities first."
"You could borrow a shirt of mine," he mumbles, his lips still against your skin.
"Underwear, John. I need clean underwear for tonight and tomorrow."
He pulls back and narrows his eyes teasingly for a moment. "Fine, but only because of your balls of steel." He mimics Kiran's words and you feel your cheeks flush.
"Please don't remind me. I know it will haunt me for the rest of my existence."
I wrote this at work today so it's small and not much but I had to get it out of my system and I thought it was cute.
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You: sooooo remember when we saw my aunt while we were out for coffee a while ago?
John <3: Of course. Why do you ask?
You: she kinda told my mom and now mom's expecting me to invite you over for dinner.
You: tomorrow
You: like some inspection or smth :/
You: and I totally get if you're busy and can't come. It's kinda last minute
John<3: Doll calm down.
John<3: It's no big deal. I would love to meet them.
You: Isn't it too much tho? You don't have to if you don't want to
You: It's not like we're official or smth 🤷🏻♀️
You stare nervously at your phone as John types and stops and types again. While you and John have been going out for a while, you never really talked about what you two are. And you're not one to assume so unless one of you actually says something, you try to keep it casual.
Also, you're not totally freaking out that you like him a lot and he seems to like you a lot but nothing's happening.
Your phone lights up with a picture of John as he calls you. With a shaking hand, you press the call accept button.
"Hi", you say softly, gladly that you don't have to face him at the moment.
"I thought...", he clears his throat. "Wasn't I obvious with my intentions to you?"
You feel your heart drop at the slight insecure wobble his voice has. Great, now you feel bad...
Plucking at the hem of your jacket you answer, "I just didn't want to assume... What if you were just being nice?"
John sighs kind of relieved. "Doll... Who makes out with someone to just be nice?"
"I don't know!", you defend yourself, "I don't know how guys your age date." Dear lord you are digging a deeper and deeper hole for yourself.
John chuckles, a deep sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in a good way. "Oh, how you wound me sometimes doll." You can hear the smile in his voice. "Fine", he sighs but it doesn't sound irritated. More... amused.
There's slight rustling and creaking from the other side of the line like he's sitting up straight. Unconsciously you do the same, pulling your legs towards you while you rest against the headboard of your bed.
"Would you do the honours of officially being my girlfriend?"
A wide smile spreads on your face and you nod, despite knowing he can't see it. "I would like that, John. Very very much."
Honestly... shout out to the people in the comments who said their parents would be chill abt it. Couldn't be mine lmaooo
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John has noticed that in the short time he has gotten to know you, you have some magical power over him that makes him feel like a sixteen-year-old schoolboy all over again. He doesn't know if it is your smile or the twinkle in your eyes, but he feels moths rampage in his stomach every time you look at him.
Sometimes he feels great. But sometimes... he feels like a cradle robber, just like now. The two of you are sitting in front of your parents at their dinner table. The flowers he gave your mother placed in the middle of the table like a centrepiece.
Before John arrived you've given your dad a strong request to not be too hard on him. Because, and I quote, "I know he's older than me Dad, don't need to rub in in."
"So John, what do you do for a living?", asks your mother to break the silence.
"I'm in the military, ma'am. Currently on desk duty."
"How come?"
"Dad!" "Frank!", you and your mother say at the same time.
You turn towards John. "You don't need to answer that", you say softly.
But he shakes his head. "No. It's alright. I was driving with a convoy in Iraq from one base to the other when an enemy missile hit the truck we were driving in. Luckily I only broke my left arm in three places so they stuck me on desk duty after my recovery to still keep me active but not actually send me out."
That leaves you and your parents speechless. You reach out and grab his hand under the table, giving it a squeeze. In return, John gives you a soft smile that doesn't miss the ever-observant eyes of your mother.
Later that evening, after dessert, you're enjoying coffee and cake while your mother tells embarrassing stories about your youth. She even pulled out the baby photos. How cliché.
Your dad leans closer to you and says, "Don't let him meet Jolanda or she'll disown you."
John gives you a curious look and you groan. "Jolanda is my best friend's mom. Kinda like a bonus mom. She served as an army nurse way back and now works at the hospital as an RN. She always said to me to never date a soldier." It makes you laugh when you think about the countless times she told you to steer clear of the camo.
Your mom perks up. "Show him the audio! The one she sent years back!"
Groaning, you pull out your phone and go to the chat of your best friend. Scrolling way back you find the audio.
"No! Don't even think about it. He may be hot, tall, brown, have beautiful eyes- don't fall for it!"
You give John a cheeky smile. "I guess I didn't listen to her."
John can't help but return a smile. "And I'm glad you didn't."
After that, the conversation shifts to something different while John and you sit next to each other on the couch, John's hand on your knee. He traces circles and shapes that let you know he's still nervous about it all.
It's just short after 1 at night when John reluctantly decides to go. Your folks have gone to bed a while ago and so it was just him and you together, nursing a drink.
"Please drive safe", you whisper as you stand in his arms, pecking his lips.
He rubs his beard against your cheek — something he notices makes you giggle — and hums. "Of course. Wouldn't want you to worry."
You stay like that for just a little longer before you can't suppress your yawns anymore.
"Go to bed doll, you look dead tired."
You hum and lean against the doorpost, watching him walk down the path and towards his card. He waves one last time before getting behind the wheel and driving off. You watch until you can't see the lights of his car anymore and even then you stay a little longer to breathe in the crisp night air.
"Dear god", you think, "I'm so in love with that man."
More CoD thoughts!! This time medieval!au with concubine!König
Warning(s): fem!reader (idk if that is a warning but good to know) / I canon (this) König as blond FIGHT ME pls don't / a mention of brushing hair (do I have to mention is? idk)
So imagine you are an empress
And König is this colonel who has fallen from grace. He lost a battle or something which resulted in many men dead
And now he's on his knees in front of you, face downcast and awaiting your judgement
You're sitting up on your throne and watching the man, thinking deeply about what to do with him
Yes, he made a mistake and your people expect him to be punished for it. But you can't deny that he has been a great strategist
"Leave us", you order
Once everybody has left the throne room, you stand up and saunter down the stairs, dragging your skirts behind you
Circling the crouching man, you trace his shoulders
"Remove your helmet, colonel."
His hands falter for a moment before he reaches up and reveals his scared face
Light blue eyes look up at you as blond hair falls into them
Finding him way too handsome to kill, you give him a proposition
Be your war advisor disguised as a concubine
Because he needs to be 'punished' in the eyes of your subjects, but also all your war and army advisors haven't been on a battlefield for decades and are idiots
Your advisor of royal customs has also been pestering you about finding a husband or starting a harem (as you dismissed your father's concubines the moment you took over the throne)
Two birds with one stone
König hates the idea at first, but he knows it's better than being executed
But he realises once he is led to his chambers that maybe this isn't soooo bad
It's the first time in years that he sleeps on a decent bed and has quality food in his belly so he's not complaining
The first time König joins you in your strategy meetings, he scares the crap out of your advisors
I mean... the man is two metres tall, bulky and has scars all over his body
It also doesn't help that he is shirtless, so his battle scars are on full display
Every time one of your advisors says something stupid or something he doesn't agree with, König grunts/scoffs
It makes you turn your head towards him and he bows down to whisper in your ear what he has to say
10/10 times he's right
And your advisors quickly realise that the man knows what he's talking about, that he's not just a concubine that you keep bringing with you
They hate him
One thing that König has been dreading is being called to your chambers. He knows it is the job of a concubine to please his empress, but he was forced into this position
So, when he is called to your chambers one evening, he mentally prepares for the worst
Except, it's not like that
When he's let into your room by the royal guards, he finds you seated at a table set for two people with a beaming smile
You raise to your feet as König bows deeply
"Come, join me for supper."
He's sceptical at first, expecting a catch
But you reassure him with a laugh that you won't force him to do anything he's opposed and that it's just a dinner
You ask questions about his life in the army and where he grew up, about how his youth was
It becomes a daily ritual for the both of you
In the beginning, you have to invite him. But after a while, he makes his way to your chambers on his own. It evolves to you finding him already lounging around when you come back from your duties of the day
One day, he helps you undo your miraculously crafted hairdo and since then it has become something that he just does as you wait for the servants to set the table and bring the food out
You close your eyes content as König rakes a comb through your hair, working out the knots
Eventually, you and König feel the need to spend more time together
It goes from you reading in your private gardens and him swinging a sword around
To him joining you for your day whenever he can and acting like an unofficial bodyguard
He scares off any and everyone who he deems too close to his empress
I personally would be spooked if this two-metre-tall, scantly clad man loomed over the shoulder of the person I try to talk to
It's not long before König starts to develop feelings for you
He knows that it's wrong
But it's the way you're looking at him, treating him like an equal and laughing at his stupid jokes that make his heart flutter every time you do so
He snaps one day when you and him are in your gardens
You have your head resting on his thigh as you read out loud your book, your body fully relaxed in the warmth of the sun and the shade of the trees
König watches how the sun makes your eyes look magical
It makes the butterflies in his belly go on a rampage
Deciding he can't handle you being so close to him anymore, he excuses himself and flees to the safety of his room
It confuses you
But it breaks your heart when he doesn't join you for dinner anymore
You go over your interactions with him in your head, in search of anything that warrants this behaviour
The only time that you see him is when there is a war council, but he keeps quiet and doesn't interject any of your advisors and generals
Your mood sours the longer it goes on, genuinely scaring your servants and the lords
Their usually happy and chatty empress has transformed into a shell and slowly dulls in colour
You don't notice it until your lady-in-waiting suggests you take a break to your summer home for a couple of weeks
So, arrangements are made and your more breathable clothes are packed into trunks and placed on the carriages
You hesitate in front of König's door, not sure if you should ask him if he wants to come with
He has been ignoring you for a while now
So, decide against it and just leave
You sunbath and swim in the ocean all wearing thin, white summer dresses that turn see-through when wet
Your lady-in-waiting sits on the side, her feet in the water as she watches you
"Empress, may I speak freely?"
And after you nod her question makes you choke
"Does the imperial concubine not please you anymore?"
Meanwhile, back at the castle...
König is driving himself mad
He has to be close to you, even if it means to be an actual concubine
So imagine his surprise when he can't find you anywhere and a servant tells him you're at your summer palace
He immediately goes to grab a horse and hurries towards you
You're quite shocked to see a panicked könig arrive and stumble over his feet to get to you
He drops to his knees as you sit in the dining room, his head hanging in shame and chest rising rapidly
"Please...", he begs, "my foolish heart has been stolen by you and I can't live like this anymore. Please, my empress, I would do anything for just a smidge of affection from you. Just say it and it's yours. I'll steal the moon and stars for you. I'll... I'll be naked and ready for you every night to do with me as you please. Be an obedient concubine. Just please..."
You lay a hand on his cheek and the man whimpers as he looks up at you with tears in his eyes
"You foolish man."
You kiss him with all your might, stealing his breath away
Ok, so I'm well aware, that Farah exists, and I respect all those, who ship her with Alex. She is the queen, hands down. But I wanted to do a series of “COD men meeting civilian reader”, so sorry guys, this time you, readers, get him.
The reader is just a small nervous overthinker here. So that's where all this "veterans" stuff comes from. I usually bear an AFAB reader in mind, but, I think, I've made no specific allusions to the gender of the reader here.
You didn't like this whole idea from the start. From the very moment, when a friend of yours paused from laughing on your joke and turned to her spouse.
"Babe, you know, who has a tad similar sense of humor? Alex does..." - yeah, that "Alex does" didn't sound good to you. This wasn't the first time these two had tried to end your quiet single life by introducing you to someone.
"Alex?" - you tensed up.
"Yeah Alex. He is a friend. A good lad.", they both grinned at you. "Good lad" was a very bad sign. A sign that this "good lad" was only a few minutes apart from getting your number from your friends.
"No. I'm done with this. The last time was... THE LAST EVER!", you really were hoping, you would convince these two to leave your single ass alone in your happy hiatus. The last guy they tried to set you up with turned out to be a disaster!
"I promise, it's not like that this time! He is funny, has a charming personality, absolutely your type, I think you even have the same tastes in music, if I remember correctly" - your friend started rambling.
And just when you were about to interrupt her with a reminder that you are too old to date guys based on the same taste in music, her husband added 4 words that made you stumble.
"He is a veteran."
Now that was a problem...
No, you didn't disrespect or dislike people with such a background. And by no means, you could even think to discriminate them. If anything, they deserved endless respect, gratitude, care and love. But you weren't naive. You understood that the life of such a person could turn into hell if he was not supported by someone incredibly strong. And you did not believe that you would ever become such a strong person. Damn, you had sometimes problems coping even with yourself.
But you also could never say, "I'll never speak to a guy, just because he is a veteran". No way.
So you sighed and thought to yourself, that you'll just meet him once, be nice and friendly, thank him for what he was doing, shake his hand and buy him a beer.
That's why you agreed to this date, albeit with a heavy heart.
So you ended up at the bar waiting for this guy on a chilly autumn evening.
You were still questioning yourself if it was even fair to go on a date that is meant to be the last one (and only one participant knew it for sure), when you heard someone call your name behind your back.
You turned back and froze for a moment.
Why did this guy had to have an absolutely disarming smile and those charming clear blue eyes and barely noticeable precious freckles?
Your brain seemed to short circuit, because all you managed to answer was "Oh..."
"I prefer Alex, but if it's a happy "oh" - I'm ok with that too" - he grinned and gave you a friendly hug.
And at that moment you knew, you were gone.
Well, maybe there was a tiny bit of hope for you... What if the guy was just a jerk? This would make stopping any interaction easier for you. "C'mon, help me out here, man, please!" - you desperately thought as the date began.
He didn't help you. Not at all.
As promised: he was funny, charming, wildly beautiful and... warm. Not "formally friendly", but really, sincerely warm.
In an hour, you didn't even feel like it was a date. You were just chatting with your old buddy.
And yes, he got all your jokes. The way he laughed, closing his eyes sometimes, just made you weak.
You even forgot to worry about all that "Oh no, how do I pay respect and show gratitude to the veteran" stuff. He made you feel comfortable and relaxed.
Well, at least until he caught you staring at his tattoos, when you thought, he looked in the other direction.
"Wanna see the rest?" - he smiled and rolled the sleeve of his shirt up.
You were a blushing, apologetic mess, till he turned it all up into a joke.
"C'mon, it's not every day, that I catch the attention of someone so adorable. Just pretend, you are interested and ill be reminiscing on how I showed you my ink for the rest of my life and boost my self-esteem" - he chuckled.
Oh, his sweet, a bit raspy little laughs.
He looked you right in the eyes, but somehow didn't make eye contact uncomfortable.
You didn't even notice how time passed until it was time to say goodbye.
"Did your friend already give you my number? No? Ok, time to fix this!" - he takes your phone from your hands and writes something down there. Then he laughs softly and makes a funny face at the camera.
When he returns the phone to you, his number is written there and there is even a funny photo on his contact.
"Alex "Oh" Keller".
Well, of course, he wrote his name down that way.
"Our mutual friend said that you somehow take the military too seriously. Here's a reminder for you that we are just goofballs in a uniform sometimes."
When you came back home, you opened a chat with your friend. Of course, she already spammed you with a ton of questions on how did you like Alex.
"What did you tell him about me?!"
"I mean... thanks"
"Hes perfect", you type, but then delete and type instead "Really, thnx!"
