#im in love with his sides so much such beautiful hips ready to grab on and bite down onto yummmmm *chomp chomp chomp*

[girlsoutlate]

tf141 meet prices girl

part one

suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, loser simon, if you can see my favouritism for gaz no you bloody can't xx

today- well tonight was the night. you'd been psyching yourself up from wednesday, john springing the plans on you casually over breakfast. you expected it, just not so soon. all too quickly saturday night had rolled around and you were staring absentmindedly in to your wardrobe. your ever so loving boyfriend had been making fun of your hysterics all day until he became slightly concerned at your lack of appetite over dinner. you chose to nibble on two sides instead of whatever small meal you had originally planned. as you left the table and placed your plate on to the counter john grabbed you by your hips and hoisted you up "love, it's natural to be nervous but yer gettin' yerself worked up for nothin'". brushing a calloused thumb across your lips that were nibbled raw he felt you take a small breath in to talk "i know but what if something goes wrong? what if they think im too dumb for you? they won't like me". the last words out of your mouth were quiet and resolute but hung heavy in the air.

steely blue eyes never leaving yours, john spoke with reverence "sweethear' don't say tha' about yerself. i'm the lucky bastard tha' gets to be loved by you. wha' those muppets think about ya' doesn't matter, least of all to me". a small smile on your face wasn't missed as you looked down to johns hands splayed on your lap. he continued "they'll love ya', i promise- not as much as me though" a gravelly chuckle emanted from his chest. "you're beautiful, do i need to remind you again today? tha' lot will lap up any hint of kindness, so theres no reason a' all why they won't like ya". your arms wrapped around his bulking figure, pressing your face in to his defined chest you whispered "thankyou".

after finishing the rest of your food you jumped off the counter and scuttled upstairs to get ready. coming back downstairs you showed john your outfit, him grunting in appreciation whilst you did a spin, speaking about how you think you've perfected doing this hairstyle. after a silent journey you found yourself stepping out of a cab and standing in front of a pub you could only identify by name. at some point in the car ride your nerves turned to excitement and you were all to eager to meet the men your boyfriend trusted his life with. stepping in to the pub with johns large paw on the small of your back, a wave of warmth and chatter washed over you. warm lights reflecting off the red walls and oak ceiling basking you in a golden light as you scanned the pub. for a moment the hairs on the back of your neck stood as goosebumps rose across your arms; you shook off the feeling; john seemed to had spotted where his task force was, grunting in to your ear "just in tha' corner, doll" he guided you to the left.

with the soft tread of sticky carpet under your feet your eyes landed upon three men in the corner of the pub. a man with a mohawk caught your attention first, raucous laughter causing your steps to falter. lips fluttered against the shell of your ear "'m righ, behind ya", john gave a reassuring squeeze to the fat of your hip. your eyes flicked over to the man being spoken too. his brown eyes met yours, welcoming and soft yet calculating. he flashed you a dazzling smile, dimples appearing on his slim cheeks. by the time you had gotten to the table (nerves causing the journey to feel longer) all three men had their attention on you and john. "captain, nice to see you" the man with the brown eyes said, his velvety voice contrasting with johns gravelly "love, meet gaz, soap and ghost". giving a polite smile you looked them assessing, finally putting faces to what little you know. soaps eyes tracked up and down your body once, he couldn't help but take in your appearance. he knew your face was beautiful from the snooping he'd done, but god did your body live up to it. sharp blue met yours, twinkling with something. gaz pulled out a seat and gestured for you to sit down, price slipped your jacket off and put it on the back of your chair. as you settled while they greeted each other, your attention was drawn to ghost. you couldn't help but notice him.

a hulking figure in the corner of the booth, he blended in with the shadows despite the almost orange light of the pub. his balaclava was covering his whole face, bar dead eyes devoid of any emotion. as his gaze landed on you from across the table, you registered what that sudden nervous feeling was when you first stepped in to the pub. it was him. he'd watched you and john since you arrived, despite his companions remaining oblivious. you tried not to overthink it. just as you were about to tear your gaze away, his near black eyes caught yours. ghost gave you a curt not before gaz spoke to you. "its so nice to mee' you. you've been a well kept secret, eh soap?" nudging soap with his elbow, an impish grin on his face. you let out a small chuckle while soap jokes "ah dinnae know how cap' found ya", a soft rumble of a laugh reverberated from john. "yer a real bonnie lass-" soap let out a soft yelp. curiously you looked around the table and saw ghost staring at him. with a faint warmth to your cheeks you let out a small "thankyou". a voice even deeper than johns makes you slightly jump as ghost instructs "mactavish, go get tha' first round in".

after telling soap the drink of your choice you feel johns warm paw smooth up and down your leg "you alrigh', beautiful?" you nodded and replied "they're just like you said". gaz turns to you with that same dazzling smile "i'm guessing you know more about us than we do about you".

"i supposed so, john told me all about the phonecall incident". at that he turned away, hiding a bashful smile. a husky wheeze, which felt more like a vibration, came from ghost. john squeezed your thigh in hearing that. ghost remembered the day of the 'phonecall incident' well. his sergeant was practically running down the hallway, excitement coming off him in waves. as he told ghost and soap what he heard he wore a smug grinon his face- of course. for the rest of the day that's all ghost bloody heard from his sergeants, although he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. the next day the captain spoke to them about meeting his girl, so gaz felt entirely responsible for solving the 'mystery' as well as getting to meet you. when soap came with the drinks, he started a line of enquiry surrounding yours and johns relationship. his warm hand brushed against yours as he passed you your drink, lingering to ensure you had a proper grip on it.

"so how did you an' price meet? ah cannae imagine him dancing on ye at a club" your boyfriend barked out a sharp laugh. you giggled at the image, deciding he would be reminiscent of an endearing if awkward dancing bear. at the melodic sound of your laugh you caught ghosts eyes, an unreadable stare. your ability of storytelling had the boys rapt, including john who never tired of hearing your view of events. you recounted that somehow your schedules matched up, and after he helped you in an awkward situation you began to talk whenever you saw each other. soap poked fun at his captain after learning that he had a habit of stumbling over his words when asking you anything important, like when he asked you for his own number. after you had finished your anecdote soap directed another question in your direction "wha's tha' captain like? bet he's ah lovesick puppy", guffaws rounded the table. more followed when you retorted "you'd be surprised, he's like a limpet some days".

slowly but surely you grew more comfortable in the conversation, bantering back and forth with soap and gaz, laughing when john interjects about some absolutely absurd guesses about him in your relationship. naturally they ask you about work, all three being pleasantly surprised finding out you don't work a boring office job. you explained that since being with john you can have a job you can enjoy, instead of burning out constantly just to live. gaz nodded in agreement, even though john had told you he had joined the army quite young. he commented "would've probably worked in my dads business if i hadn't joined the army". you hummed in response, filing that away for later analysation, noticing his slightly furrowed brows. soap piped up from the end of the table "ah cannae say ah enjoy gettin' shot at fer a livin, but-"

"tha's enough. remember wha i said" johns gravelly voice cut soap off. it was slightly raised, sending a small shock down your spine. he rarely raised his voice at you, let alone shout. it was strange seeing that authoritative side of him seep through, though some small part of you was interested. "sorry captain" soap quickly responded, "sorry love" he added. as gaz deftly redirected the conversation you quirked an eyebrow at john. "what did you say?" you quietly enquired, picking up your drink, condensation cool against your skin. you noticed john glancing away as he cleared his throat "you shouldn't know what.. what really 'appens when i'm gone." his large hand slides up your leg and down, a soothing action. whether its for you or himself is undecided.

warmth seeps from his hand to yours, adding to the slight flush you feel throughout your body. as you finish up your drink you push your chair back, lukewarm liquid sliding down your throat. "'m gonna go to the bathroom" you quietly mumble, hand on the table for support. you briefly wait for john to follow, used to him 'keeping an eye on you' whenever you went out for drinks. but before he can, gaz stands up. "i'll go with her sir, and get the next round in". price grunts in consideration, with a near empty pint in hand "love?". your eyes flick over to gaz, noticing the light being reflected in a small stud in his ear. "sure" you reply, grabbing your bag in case you needed to fix your makeup. placing his now empty glass on the table john grumbles "keep an eye on her".

gaz guided you over to the bathrooms, his large palm hovering over the small of your back. you could feel the heat radiating off him, an accidental brush feels burning hot even through your clothes. he wasn't as tall or broad as john, but that just made his proximity to you even more apparent, he was different than what you were used to. his physique was well above average, confirmed by the bulging bicep that pulled a chair out for you earlier. his lean torso was evident, even through his baggier top. something enticing radiated off gaz, drawing your attention to him when you first sat down. at the table you noticed his eyes upon you when you spoke, even if he wasn't replying. ever attentive not just to you, but to the rest of the task force. he caught what was said under someones breath, or what was said if someone was being talked over. reaching the door he muttered "i'll be right outside, no rush". entering the bathroom you feel rather giddy that everything is going so well. apparently soap shares the same sentiment.

the remaining three men at the table watched you walk away, john noticing the sway of your hips exaggerated by your tipsy state. ghost noted the details of your outfit, and thanked his mask when he realised his gaze had drifted further south than intended. soap was practically burning holes in to the back of gaz's head, annoyed he wasn't in his place. seems as though the 'competition' to know more about you hadn't ended yet. as soon as you were out of earshot soap turned to the table with a dramatic sigh. "lord 'ave mercy price, where did ye find her? yer one lucky man". ghosts body shook slightly with mirth at johnny's theatrics, yet agreed with him "he's right, captain". john sat in silence, a small smirk growing. hearing the bathroom door open, the table watched as you and gaz walked over to the bar.

he stood slightly behind you as he ordered the drinks. with interest, john watched as his sergeant lent down and whispered something in to his girls ear that made you giggle. the apples of your cheeks were dusted with warmth as you replied with an appreciative smile. unable to hear due to a particularly rowdy group of punters, gaz leant down, motioning for you to repeat yourself. resting a hand on his defined shoulder to balance yourself you did just that. johns eyes became incredibly focused once he saw his sergeant softly brushing your hair out of his face, whispy strands tickling him. pulling away gaz laughed heartily, your face lit up at garnering such a reaction.

soap was practically smoking, itching to talk to you more. ghost and john however, watched with interest, focus never wavering. the latter two shared a glance, something vaguein both their expressions. you and gaz both returned with two drinks each, placing them on the table. the group heard a snippet of your conversation "kyle that is absolutely not true". he laughed as you you turned around back to the bar to retrieve your drink. sitting back down with an oomph, gaz remarked "her sarcasm's worse than yours lt.", wide smile on his face. snatching up his drink soap snarkily said "on a first name basis are ye?". john had never seen someone drink a pint with so much attitude. gaz replied "what? you jealous mate?" with a shit eating grin on his face. before the squabble could continue ghost cut them off with a very pointed sigh.

as soap complained about gaz 'stealing of your attention' john watched you talk with a bartender. you lent lightly on the counter, back slightly arched as you sipped on your drink. with a comically soppy look on his face john reached for his cold pint. despite being nervous tonight you had found your place amongst his men. he couldn't be happier. you conversed with the bartender like she was an old friend, john had always admired your kindness and compassion. it was nice to be looked after, though he'd never admit it. his countenance hadn't been lost on his task force. here they were watching their captain look at his girl in a lovestruck daze, completely dead to the world. the boys would've laughed in shock if they weren't genuinely happy for him. it could be said that price more so than anyone deserved to be happy- oh and if they had the chance to be in johns position, all of them would totally look at you like that too. "i really am lucky to 'ave her" john mumbled to no one in particular, yet they all heard him.

returning to the table you pressed a small kiss on prices cheek, his beard scratching your face a little. a glossy, faintly red mark was left. "y' alrigh' doll?" you nodded in response, squeezing his hand under the table. sipping your drink you carried on with whatever point you had left the conversation at. soaps petty complaints continued, "s no fair he's taken all the credit fer us meetin' yeh, 'n now he's just takin' ya!". you let out a rather boisterous laugh "i promise you'll all get a go". as you turn to look at john after hearing his exasperated sigh you missed soaps wolfish grin towards gaz. you found the formers complaining highly amusing, and so did ghost apparently. he hadn't said much apart from a grunt in agreement and, well, disagreement. but when you poked fun at soap, saying that you "didn't know the army let five year olds be sergeants", that black mass in the corner added "five year olds wiv shit 'aircuts". unfortunately for soap you burst out laughing, insisting through a fit of giggles that you thought his mohawk was incredibly beautiful. much to johns disappointment it sent soap in to a tirade of defending his 'crowning glory'. ghost would be lying if he didn't feel an odd warm feeling flood his chest at producing such visceral reaction from you.

another hour or so passes by, conversation flowing from one topic to another. letting out a small grunt john slapped his thighs and stood up "m goin' out fer a smoke, wanna come for fresh air sweet'eart?". nodding, you slipped on your jacket "could you keep an eye on my bag please? i'll be back soon". pulling your chair in kyle replied "of course, i'll look after your drink too". smiling appreciatively you turned while john guided you out of the pub. as soon as your figures disappeared into the night soap exclaimed "steamin' jesus" and ran a hand down his face. gaz nodded in agreement while ghost stared at his drink.

the three men had met a good amount of women between them, all being some degree of beautiful. a fair amount had similar ease of banter and wit as you and some could rival you in intellect. a few even had the same interests as you. the men could recognise that, yet you seemed so different from any other woman. perhaps it was because you were with their captain, but this spark was apparent in relation to no one but you. they couldn't lie a finger on it yet but they had an inkling. your compassion and sincerity. any woman could be beautiful, alluring, funny, snarky or an airhead bimbo if they wanted to. but you were so unapologetically yourself, from the clothes you wore to how you carried yourself. in a life of secrets and covert operations it was refreshing to meet someone who took pride in being themselves no matter how people reacted. you were sincere, the task force could understand why john loved you for that.

it was even more enticing that you were kind to everyone, for example that young bartender dealing with a group of rowdy punters. you didn't have to be kind, but you were. one of the things price told them about you was your kindness, only elaborating to the point that some people used it against you so "they'd better not piss about and upset his doll". this aspect of you was evident as soon as you joined their table. you made sure to address everyone and listen to what they said, simply because you cared not because it was expected. they could easily see why john loved you, to such a far extent that a small part of them was jealous. jealous that the numerous bodies that woke up beside them in the morning were gone in an hour, no one in the kitchen to share breakfast with. dinner was the same unless they went out searching for someone. the home they returned to was empty, jealous that you weren't waiting for them. with that thought ghost broke the silence between them "m goin for a fag". he left soap and gaz with the same obscure look on their face.

the cold night air enveloped ghost as he stepped outside, a welcoming change from the stuffy pub. he spotted you leant against the wall, arms wrapped around yourself, as john stood next to you. he nodded for ghost to come over. as he rolled up his balaclava and lit his cigarette you averted your gaze. you understood he wouldn't do it unless he was comfortable, but you didn't want to push your luck. noticing this, ghosts husky voice said "s alrigh'". your eyes slightly widened and you nodded. fuck. simon wanted to make you feel at ease, even tried to soften his voice. he's always had the worst luck with women out of the task force- not that he was attempting to chat you up or anything. his rather disastrous train of thought was broken with price flicking the butt of his cigarette on the floor "m goin' back inside, y' joinin' me dove?". you shook your head, drawing you coat tighter "want my head to clear up a little more, i'll be in soon". he grunted in acknowledgement, pulling you in for a kiss, the taste of sour smoke still in his mouth. it was short and sweet, but simon noticed the way your eyes fluttered at johns hand on the nape of your neck. a sharp pang was felt in simons chest. it could be jealousy, but he was well acquainted with that feeling due to the bad hand he was dealt by the universe. this was different, and simon doesn't like change. john gave ghost a stern look before he returned inside, look after her.

you and ghost stood in silence, only interrupted by a passing car or the rustle of clothes when he took another drag of his cigarette. he glanced to you, expecting to see you awkwardly looking at him or the ground, instead you were gazing at the night sky. it was a dark velvet, remarkably clear with a small sprinkling of stars. a few moments passed before you softly said "the skys pretty tonight". poor simon didn't know what to say, you seem genuinely enraptured. before he gave you his usual reply of a grunt you spoke up again "john tells me about sky he sees when he's gone, said that sometimes theres more stars than sky". ghost had heard snatches of these sporadic phonecalls, always leaving to give his captain privacy. he noticed a difference in price after each one, relaxed brows and a straighter back with a lighter mood no matter the state of the mission. now simon knows it was you making that difference. whilst a plume of smoke left his scarred mouth he turned to face you. you did the same, meeting his eyes with a small smile. "price is lucky to 'ave ya'" he quietly admitted. he left out a thought that had been rolling inside his head since first hearing you speak i would be lucky to have you too.

your eyes sparkled, the first full sentence ghost had said to you was that of approval and praise. you knew he was a lonely man, the 141 was the only semblance of family he had, so his approval meant the world to you. you reached out and gently squeezed his forearm "thankyou ghost". he simply nodded, eyes fixed upon you as you returned inside. your touch was a surprise. ghost expected himself to recoil, yet he stood incredibly still. simon knew it was a simple touch- so why did his blood run incredibly warm under your hand? electricity jolted through his skin almost painfully, despite this he wanted to feel it again. wanted to have your attention, look at him with those pretty eyes and feel himself wilt under you. wanted you to touch him again. fuck. you were his captains girl. ghost shook his head violently, it would be comical if he didn't feel so guilty. flicking his cig to the ground with spite he stalked back inside.

the topic of conversation had turned to cooking. your nose wrinkled in disgust hearing some of the food at the mess hall, wondering what possessed people to make that. soap piped up "but ahve smelt prices lunch an' its bloody delicious, did ye make it?". a collective groan rounded the table as you described the last meal you made. traditional spaghetti bolognese with pasta you made yourself. "making the pasta was a little disastrous because someone can't follow instructions". you shuddered at the thought, who knew dough was so airborne? "aye so price don't listen to ye?" soap continued in a suggestive tone. you shook your head and replied "most of the time he takes orders well, but for some reason he assumed he could cook this better than me" your suggestive language and johns red face earned peals of laughter. gaz enquired "so, is it true sir?". ashamed, john mumbled "affirmative". in false shock you exclaimed "what? that you can cook better than me, or that you take orders well?". unfortunately johns protests couldn't be heard over the laughter. the image of the captain john price being bossed around by you was hilarious, probably saluting you before mopping the floors while you lounged on the sofa.

their thoughts wandered further, wondering if price took orders well in all aspects of your relationship. you seemed like a woman that knew exactly what she wanted from the man she loved, they liked that. before their thoughts got collectively dirtier john cut them off in an accusatory tone "i've caught these lot poking around my lunch more times than i can count, 'specialy after you gave me those brownies". you were particularly stressed that week, and baked a little too many. so you packed loads for john, instructing him to give some to his task force. for the rest of that week he was begged to bring in more despite his false admission there was none left.

back at the table gaz declared "your cookin' is the best i've had in a long time, any chance of getting some more?" he wiggled his eyebrows in a bad attempt to persuade you. you beamed at his praise and awful persuasion "i normally give john any leftovers from dinner the night before for lunch, but theres hardly any- he loves to eat". john nodded in agreement "don't want any of you greedy buggers takin' my food". soap had noticed the slightly light hair on his beard near his mouth months ago, he could already tell john loved to eat. soap downed the rest of his drink in an effort to get his brain to shut up. he almost felt bad having such depraved thoughts of his captain eating out his girl bent over the kitchen counter while he was sitting opposite them in the pub.

noticing that the tips of soaps ears were slightly pink, kyle asked you with that dazzling smile "so how would i- hypothetically- go about getting more food". catching on to what he meant you replied "well you would have to ask the hypothetical man if you were allowed over for dinner. the decision lies solely in his hypothetical hands", a drunken giggle escaping at the silliness. price grunted, weighing up the odds of letting his task force over for dinner. it wouldn't be the first time them coming to his house, but you hadn't lived there then. from the corner, ghosts voice rumbled across the table "i'd like to visit too". you looked in his direction, nodding your head in appreciation. john glanced to you and saw a large cheesy smile plastered across your face, which was replicated by both his sergeants. what has he done. you and his task force had really taking a liking to each other. "i'll think abou' it" he said with finality. you clapped your hands and gave him a big kiss on the cheek "i'll take it". a dopey smile spread across his face at the kiss.

conversation carried on for another half an hour before you let out a yawn. stretching and standing up john sighed "come on dolly its time to get you home, before you turn in to a pumpkin". as john quickly booked a cab you finished the rest of your drink. busying yourself with getting your coat on john said goodbye to his friends. even though it wasn't clear you think you heard "m so happy fer ye mate", "she's gorgeous, treat her well" and "m proud of ye". you'll live in your cloud of plausible deniability quite happily.

"ghost, ahve called ah cab fer us three. it'll be here soon" soap called out, alcohol making him forget his inside voice. kyle replied "m proud of you mate, last time you were barely upright". the melodic sound of your laughter filled their ears for the final time that night. addressing kyle first you pulled him in to a hug "it was so lovely to finally meet you kyle". his lean arm wrapped around your waist, hand resting on the fat of your hip, you felt his breath on your ear "it was nice to meet you darling". kyle pulled away just before soap slightly barged past him. he swept you up in to an enthusiastic hug, chests flush together. you giggled in to his neck before a loud cough from behind you prompted him to hold you at arms length. "nice meetin' ye bonnie, when are ye next free?" before you could reply you felt a familiar arm corded with muscle hold you by the waist and pull you away. johns voice rumbled against your back as he said "mactavish you will know when we are free, if tha's alrigh' with the little lady". you nodded in agreement and replied "i'd like to see you all again, if thats okay with all of you?". the last part of your sentence was said in a mild manner.

for just a second the 141 saw a glimpse in to your second-guessing, price had told them to be extra nice to his birdie. before the sergeants could reassure you with grandeur, ghost resolutely said "of course". you beamed at all of them, teeth glinting and cheeks round, the widest and truest smile you'd worn all night. simon felt his heart swell slightly with pride, he did that. "cabs nearly here, you ready?" you nodded and waved a final time, john continued "good catchin' up with ya, see you horrible lot monday". the sergeants gave a very disorganised salute while ghost nodded his head.

stepping in to the night, a slight drizzle had started. despite that you abruptly stopped and pulled john in, cutting of his question with a kiss. you pressed your lips to his slightly harder and sloppier than you wanted in your drunk state, but john didn't seem to mind. his warm mouth opened more, bitter taste of beer on his tongue and slight scratch of his bed earning a soft moan from you. in return he gripped the fat of your hip pulling you impossibly closer, chests flush. at the whistles of onlookers you both pulled away, your eyes twinkled in the stars as a feeling of pure content filled both your bodies, "i'm so happy john". you both clumsily climbed in to cab that had pulled up beside you. your eyes were fixed upon the passing scenery outside the window and johns eyes were fixed on you. the reflection of streetlights on the droplets of the window looked like glitter, the perfect backdrop to the perfect view. sighing contently john replied "i'm 'appy too, doll".

in the other cab the rest of the 141 weren't happy, they were ecstatic. the mystery of their captains girl had finally been solved, the theories developed over their 'detective' period had been proven true or false. even ghost had joined in with the sergeants vigorous discussion about you, all singing your praises. although they had 'solved' the mystery, the new information had presented them with a new set of questions, a want to know more about yours and prices relationship. whilst discussing these questions passionately there was a thought none of them would vocalise, they wanted more of you. to spend more time around you, learn more about your likes and dislikes, get the recipe for your cooking and replicate it at home. they wanted to listen to your music and know about the memories related to each song. greedy hands grabbing at pictures of your latest holiday or your final day at school. they wanted more more more. they knew they were a bunch of greedy bastards, but john had let them at something so kind, so different, so sacred to any other woman they had met.

they knew this wasn't a normal reaction to meeting your superiors girlfriend. but years in the military caused disconnect between them and the world they couldn't quite explain. they know their eagerness is odd and unusual, but how else did price expect them to react. he had noticed the looks his task force had given each other, that had flew right over your head. not looks of malice, but something obscure and vague. like being drawn down a path despite not knowing where you may end up.

none of them knew that today had changed something within all of them, it just wasn't apparent. yet.

heloooo long awaited sequel, thankyou so much for being patient and thankyou even more for reading :)) i appreciate every single person who likes, comments, reblogs and follows!! any interaction is greatly appreciated <3

these big dumb stupid men living in my head have gotten me through my breakup. ive been feeling really bummed out so thankyou for being patient while i write this

[allmyandroids]

augh gawd...❤️‍🔥

[jadeddangel]

I saw that u write poly stuff and my mind was inspired, maybe u could write something where adam and lute comfort reader because something happened and even a bit suggestive if u want:))

EEEE IM SO HAPPY I INSPIRED YOU!!

Lute x reader x Adam

"It's gonna be ok, beautiful"

Warnings: None

Art isn't mine and belongs to @.D4gm4rs on twt

The bed was cold even though it seemed like Adam and lute had left hours ago ,although it had only been 30 minutes. It was your day off.. you had finally gotten a break from everything. You were tired of souls coming to you for help for all these things that you couldn't possibly help with. The worst part of all, though was there was this angel that wouldn't leave you alone, he had been pretty much stalking you. He was trying to get you to go on dates to try and get you to hang out with him.

You were hesitant to tell Adam and lute scared Adam would over react and that lute wouldn't leave your side; you can imagine how surprised you were when they just gave you some love and left for work. And so here you were, alone, still laying in bed, you just wanted to sleep and stay here forever..

You must've fallen asleep cause when you woke up it was almost dark. With a sigh, you got up, tugging out of the bedroom and going to the kitchen to get dinner ready. You paused seeing that there was already a bag of food on the counter.. it was your favorite, and it even had your favorite drink.. you heard the tv running in the living room. You smiled and walked to the living room seeing 2 familiar tuffs of brown and white grey hair. You reached over and covered Adam's eyes from behind him. "Guess who?" You snickered a bit. Adam hummed a bit. "Is itttt my pretty girl?" Adam guessed, tilting his head up towards the ceiling so you could see his smile. You giggled and leaned down, giving him a kiss. "mhm.." You hummed against his hips. You pulled away brushing his hair back out of his face, you tilted your head to face lute, "there's my pretty girl" you mused leaning closer to her and giving her an Eskimo kiss before kissing her forehead. Lute smiled a bit. "Hi there, baby.. how was your day?" She asked sweetly. You climbed over the back of the couch to plop in between them. "It was as good as it could get with me sleeping all day" you laughed a bit. Lute played with your hair absent-mindedly while Adam tugged at the baggy pajama pants you were wearing. "You know I really like this color on you but maybe we should just take it off hm?" Adam hummed slowly slithering his hands up your thighs til he was holding onto the waist band of the pants. "Adam I will literally never make you ribs again if you take those off" you said curtly opening your eyes a bit to give him a glare. Adam huffed and pulled his hands away, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a toddler. You sighed a bit but decided not to deal with it, "Adam will you get the bag of food? Please? I'll give you head in the morning I promise" you bribed knowing he was going to fight you if you didn't offer. Before you could even finish the word head Adam was already up and grabbing the bag excitedly, "deal!", Adam even went the extra fucking mile and started making your plate for you while watching the movie that was barely getting any attention.

The night was relaxing, you and lute took a bath together cause Adam couldn't be trusted not to start something. Then it was onto dessert, another movie and cuddles. As promised in the morning before work you gave Adam head before he left. And you know what maybe it was good luck cause that day wasn't half bad.

You didnt know what happened(Adam and lute beat the shit out of the guy and talked to your boss about easing up on you) but that didn't matter and as long as everything kept going well it was always gonna be a good day.

[homestylehughes]

i love you.

pairing(s): jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in where yn finally tells jack and she loves him.

warning(s): completely fluff! a little suggestive towards the end!

wc: 1.4k

an: hiiii loves!!! writing for jack again, i missed writing for him sooo much. so enjoy this is little cute fluffy piece I wrote, i have nooo idea where this came from, like most of my ideas i pull them out of my ass LOLL. working on other works later today, more will be coming this weekend, to make up for my lack of posting. i honestly missed writing soooo much. okay i'm done, for now lol. hopefully you enjoy, like and reblog if you do. much love as always<3

happy reading <3

Tonight was the night, tonight I am going to tell Jack I love him. Jack and I have been dating for 8 months today, and neither of us have said those 3 special words to each other. I've loved jack for about 5 months now, i mean i how could i not? Jacks been the best boyfriend I can ask for, caring and sweet, loving, all of the above. So why was I so scared to say I love you? 

Saying i love you for the first time in a relationship is a big thing, deep down i know jack loves me, well i hope he does. The fear of him not feeling the same why back scares me, but im not letting the fear of his response hold me back anymore. Tonight is the night.

It just so happens to be our 8 month anniversary, Jack insisting that we go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. So here I am standing in front of my mirror smoothing and looking at every piece of myself. Making sure my hair falls in the right places, that my dress all fits in the right places. Over analyzing my makeup, constantly fixing the already perfect lipstick I applied 5 times again.

My phone dings, picking it up with shaking hands, seeing Jack texted me saying he’s down stairs waiting for me. Typing a quick response, I grab my bag from my room, and take a deep breath before I head out my door. The walk to the elevator and the ride down the elevator feels like a lifetime. I'm starting to think I just scrape this idea completely and just head right back up. 

The door opens in the lobby, walking out I send a quick smile and wave to the doormen in the lobby. Pushing open the door, I see Jack standing outside his car, his phone in his hands reading something. As soon as he hears my heels click against the sidewalk, his head pulls up imminently, his eyes wide as he flashes me a smile, shoving his phone in his pocket as he begins to walk towards me. 

“Holy shit” is the first thing Jack says as his hands reach my hips, his cool fingers running along the fabric of my dress. “You look beautiful” 

“Thank you, you look very handsome too.” I saw my eyes running over his body, taking in the dress pants and shirt he had on, even swapping his air forces for a dresser type of shoe. 

“Are you ready for dinner, pretty girl?” he asks, making his way to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for me. 

“Yes I am, lead the way” I say , saluting him once he gets into the car. a laugh rips through him as he starts the car, a smile playing on his face as he turns to me. 

“I can't get over how pretty you are” 

“Jack” 

“What i'm just stating the facts' ' he says with a chuckle, i can feel my face heat up with blush as he continues to look at me. 

“You’re so pretty when you blush” 

“Jackkkkk '' I whine playfully out,  turning my body away so he can't see the smile that breaks out across my face. 

“Do you plan on leaving anytime today?” i ask jokingly  my eyes locked on his

“After i do this” he says

I didn't even register what he had said to me before I felt his hand sliding around my jaw pulling my face towards his, capturing my lips into a sweet kiss. Our lips moving in sync my hands moving to cup his jaw pulling myself even closer to him. 

“I've wanted to do that since I saw you tonight,” Jack says as he pulls away from my lips, his hand still cupping my jaw. Our eyes remained locked for a few more moments, tension, and heat filling the car as we stared at each other. 

Jack clears his throat before pulling his hands from my face, my body already missing the contact. 

“I think we should do that again.” i say look at him

“Baby if we do that again we won't make it to dinner, my control is already being tested by how you look in that dress.” he says as he pulls out of the parking spot, his hands holding the wheel tightly as he begins to drive.

I turn to look out of the window as my face begins to heat up with a blush again, smiling as I look at the city lights as we ride past them. My mind slowly reminds me of what I planned on doing tonight, saying I love you to the man that I love. Might be the scariest thing I've ever done before. The devil on my shoulder starts to control my thoughts as I ask myself, why hasn't Jack said I love you first? What's stopping him, then again what's stopping me? 

“Are you okay?” Jack asks, his voice breaking through the silence of the car. “You've been very quiet” he follows 

“I'm okay, sorry” I replied, my hands twirling nervously in my hands.

“You're doing that thing with your hands, somethings up” jack says, i can feel his eyes on me, as he stops at a red light. 

“What's on your mind baby? You know you can talk to me right?” 

“I know i can, i just can't say this to you, i'm scared” i say softly 

“Did someone hurt you, did I do something wrong? Baby look at me” 

Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, as I turn my face towards him, feeling mad at myself for making him feel like he did something, just because I can't express how I feel for him, because I'm scared. 

I no longer want to be scared, I love him. I want him to know that I love him, no matter his response. 

I take a deep breath before saying “can I tell you something?” I ask as he pulls into the restaurant, turning off the car before turning to face me. 

“Yes of course, always” Jack says, giving me a small smile, waiting for my next move.

This is all getting to real, i can feel my hands start shaking, my heart beat increasing by each beat. 

“Okay, i don't really know how to say this, but i'll just say it i guess. I- i love you." I finally said. “And I've loved you for a while now, I never knew how to say it to you. I've been so scared of your response, and i didnt know if you felt the same way. Its okay if you don't feel the same-” 

My rambling is suddenly cut off by the feeling of Jack's lips on mine, his lips dancing with mine, I struggle to keep up with him as he tangles his hands in my hair pulling me harder against his lips. 

Jack pulls away first, our chests rising quickly, he stares back at me with wide eyes. 

“Say that again” he says 

“That I love you?” 

“Yes fuck” he says brining his hand to my cheek again holding it softly, looking at me with love and adoration. “I love you.” he finally says.

“I love you so much,” he says, kissing my lips after every word. 

“Im sorry, i know i should have said it a lot sooner” i say looking at him 

“No, I should have said it first,” Jack replies. “But i'm happy you said it, i truly mean it yn, i love you.” 

My heart melts at his words, Jack loves me, he loves me. I couldn't help but smile brightly at him, Jack returning the same smile to me. Suddenly I feel the car being turned on as Jack pulls out of the restaurant, heading the opposite direction.

“Jack, where are you going? I thought we were going to have dinner "I ask, looking at him as he continues to drive away from the restaurant. 

“We’re going home” he says 

“Why are we going home?” I am still very confused about the sudden change of plans.

“Because I want you in my bed, naked. I want to make love to the girl that I love. Is that okay?” he asks, turning his towards me for a brief moment. 

“more than okay with me” i say 

“I love you.”

[shadowdaddies]

Another request!! So once again azriel or cassian. I was thinking they’re newly mated but the reader isn’t experienced at all and has never been with another male. So he is teaching her and figuring out what feels good for her while also teaching her what he likes. I love me a verbal man so he’s moaning a lot to let her know that she’s doing a good job. Maybe some wing play and her kissing his neck because that’s just so hot and idk. Love you girl!!!

Hi love!!! I went with Az for this one because I think he'd be so considerate and understanding💜 thank you for the lovely request as always

The Only One

Azriel x f!Reader

Warnings: fluffy smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, wing play, minors dni, not proofread

You ran through the door Azriel was holding open for you, taking his free hand as you yanked him inside behind you. You turned around, walking backwards as you held his hand, a sly smile playing on your lips. Hazel eyes glowed with amusement at your unusual brazenness, Azriel’s tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip. 

Your eyes tracked the movement, darkening as the scent of your arousal filled the room. The backs of your legs finally collided with the sofa, and you pulled Azriel close to you - only to twist around, pushing him down onto the cushions where you straddled him. A dark chuckle left his lips at your assertiveness, but his amusement was quickly replaced with the scent of his own arousal when your lips came into contact with his pulse point. 

You smiled at his reaction, sucking harshly on that spot on his neck that had the shadowsinger bucking up into you. Threading your fingers through his hair, you tugged his head back, exposing his neck and collarbone as you licked your way down his chest. Rolling your hips against Azriel’s, you relished in his groans as you pawed at the buttons of his shirt, anxious to see as much of him as possible.

Azriel gently grabbed your wrists, causing you to lean back and look at him. “As much as I’m enjoying this, what has gotten into you, angel?” You blushed, both slightly embarrassed to say it out loud and eager to have Azriel as your first. With a deep breath, you found the courage to look him in the eyes. “Azriel, I am ready to have sex. If you want to, of course. I want you to be my first.” 

A scarred hand cupped your cheek, Azriel pulling your forehead to rest against his. “Nothing would make me feel more honored.” Closing the gap between you, you kissed Azriel deeply, arching into him, only for the male to laugh and pull away slightly. “As flattered as I am by your enthusiasm, I want to do this the right way. Not just here on the sofa.” Azriel stood up, leaving you on the couch - his eyes darting toward his bedroom door upstairs and you. “Stay here, I’ll be back soon,” he called with a smirk, practically skipping up the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him. 

Fingers tapping your shaking thighs, you waited (im)patiently on the couch for what felt like an eternity until you couldn’t bear it anymore. With a sigh, you stood up and trudged up the stairs to Azriel’s room. Before you could raise your fist to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing a shirtless, smiling Azriel. You drank in the sight of his beautiful form and the rare appearance of his dimples, oblivious to your surroundings until Azriel moved to the side in a sweeping gesture, showing what he had done with the space. 

Candles were lit on every surface, soft music playing from a symphonia, the curtains pulled back to let the moonlight stream through the window, the bed perfectly arranged with new silk sheets. A tear formed in the corner of your eye as you took everything in, a spark igniting in your chest as you turned to the male who was watching your reaction closely. “Azriel, it’s... beyond perfect. You didn’t have to do this for me. Thank you.” He pulled you into his warm chest, muscular arms embracing you as you inhaled the comforting scent of cedar and mist. “For you, my love, nothing will ever be enough.” 

With that, Azriel led you to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning over you as you laid back into the mattress. You paused for a moment, biting your lip as you considered what to say. “Az, I really don’t know what I’m doing here,” you murmured, nervously studying his reaction. Azriel smiled, unfazed by your admission as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’ll show you through it. You just tell me what feels good, and I’ll do the same.” 

Satisfied with his answer, you nodded, laying back onto the sheets as you pulled Azriel in for a deeper kiss. Scarred hands slip up your thighs, and you moaned into his mouth as those hands found your waist, inching up towards your breasts. “Off, I need it off,” you panted, sitting up to strip off your dress, baring yourself to Azriel. 

He groaned at the sight, wasting no time bringing hands to palm your breasts, watching your expression as he rolled a nipple between his fingers. You gasped, moaning as your hips bucked towards him. “That... that’s good,” you breathed. Azriel let out a soft laugh, knowing how much more was to come as he dipped his head, tongue flicking the other nipple, eliciting a louder moan from you. “Fuck, angel. You’re doing so good. Let me hear those beautiful sounds.” 

You blushed, realizing how loud you were being, but as if Azriel could sense your hesitation, he pinched your nipple hard in reprimand. “Don’t be shy, little one,” he murmured before continuing to worship you. His lips trailed down your stomach, and you felt hands grab your hips, pushing you up the bed as Azriel reached the waistband of your panties. 

Looking up at you with nearly black eyes, Azriel crooked a finger in the fabric. “Did you wear these just for me?” He asked in a low, husky voice that had you squirming beneath him. He snapped the band of the cobalt blue lace - a whimper leaving your lips as you nodded. “Yes, Az. I bought those just for you.” The sound that came from Azriel was feral, dipping his head as he inhaled your scent, nose brushing your pussy through your underwear. “I guess I can’t ruin them like I would like to,” he murmured, sliding the panties off your legs. “But I will be keeping these for myself,” Az promised with a smirk, tucking the soaked fabric into his pants pocket.

You were now completely bare before him, sprawled on the bed and aching for more. “I would commission a painting of this,” Azriel breathed, before moving to unbutton his pants. Pulling the fabric down, Azriel was now bare as well, and in your eyes, he was the artwork. His striking face, toned muscles, his broad wings all reminded you of a dark, fallen prince - and you were in love with him. 

As if on instinct, your legs spread for Azriel as you waved him towards you. “Please, Az, I need you inside me,” you begged. He stalked towards you, shaking his head with a smirk as he laid in between your legs. “Not yet, angel. I’m going to draw this out for as long as I can.” Before you could register his words, Azriel dove between your legs, licking a broad stripe up your center before settling to suck on your clit. A near-scream escaped you as your back bowed off the mattress, chanting Azriel’s name as he continued his assault on your pussy. 

As his tongue flicked your clit back and forth, your core tightened, and words failing you, you crashed into your orgasm with a silent scream. Azriel continued working you, adding a finger into your pussy as he pinned your hips to the bed. 

By the time he had pulled three orgasms from you, his fingers coated in your slick, Azriel crawled over you. You watched in a daze as he licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste of you before he leaned down, hand prying your mouth open for him as he thrust his tongue inside, letting you taste yourself. 

Azriel pulled away, settling over you as he lined himself up at your entrance. He was beautiful, hovering over you with his wings splayed wide - a rare sight. Without thinking, you reached a finger to lightly graze the vein on his wing, and Azriel collapsed onto you with a groan. “Fuck, Az! I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” You panicked, heart racing as the shadowsinger propped himself up to look at you. With a choked laugh, he answered. “No angel, it felt really good. I just wasn’t expecting it. No one has touched me there before.” 

Your eyes widened, slowly nodding as you came to understand. “I didn’t mean to cross any lines, Az-“ He cut you off with a kiss. “Do not apologize. You are the only person I would ever want to touch my wings.” That spark hit your chest again as he spoke, and you found it hard to breathe as he again lined himself up, pushing into you slowly.

The stretch was slightly painful, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain as Azriel settled inside of you, your joint moans echoing through the bedroom. He started off at a slower pace, finding a rhythm as he watched your expression. You gasped when he hit a spot inside of you that made your toes curl, and with a smirk, Azriel held you still as he continued pounding into that same spot. 

You were gasping - a moaning mess, writhing beneath Azriel’s firm grip as he thrust into you. You felt that same tightness from before in your stomach, clenching around him as you mumbled an incoherent plea to Azriel. He nodded, “I’m close, angel. Hold on.” But you knew you couldn’t hold on any longer, so in a desperate move you brought your hands to his wings - one along the vein of his left and the other along his right talon. 

Azriel came with a roar, spilling into you as you screamed, hitting your fourth orgasm of the night. He laid inside of you for a moment, pressing kisses all over your face as he whispered praises to you. After a moment, Azriel rolled off of you, settling beside you on the mattress. Looking into his hazel eyes, the words spilled out. “I love you, Azriel.” 

The shadowsinger stumbled for a moment, shock taking over his features as though he was struck by something. With a bright smile and a slight laugh, Azriel pulled your forehead against his. “I love you... more than I think you know, angel,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you with a soft passion like you had never felt before.

[chrispleasure]

FIRST TIME, c.s

summary: you and chris take the next step in your relationship

warnings: sex, p in v, probably more

not proofread

the lights were dim, the only source of light was from the bedside lamp. chris is snuggled against your body, looking at your phone screen as you scroll through tiktok. he knew how much you loved being settled in bed with him, winding down and watching tiktok.

each small breath you took turned chris on, the thoughts of you breathing like that for him made him go wild. he looks up at you before sitting up. you look over at him, noticing he is glancing at your lips. "i know you wanna kiss me." you say, snapping him out of his thoughts.

he presses a passionate kiss against your lips, his tounge running along your bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter. you place your hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently as his tongue slips into your mouth. as both of your breathing goes heavily chris begins to grab your phone, tossing it at the end of the bed.

he begins to climb on top of you, a small smile on his face. his face was only inches from yours. once either of his thighs are on either side of your hips, he kisses you again. another passionate kiss is shared between the two of you.

your hand goes to his hair, grabbing it gently as you suppress your moans. as if on cue, you felt his boner against your stomach, his hips rubbing against yours. his hips grind faster and faster against yours. chris lifts his face away, going to pull off your shirt. he looks at you for conformation that he could.

you nod, shifting so he could remove your top. once removed, he glances down at your bra. "so pretty." he mumbles, leaning down and pressing kisses in the middle of your chest. his hand moves to the strap of your bra, "can i?" he asks gently, looking at you. you freeze, the bra is what made you look okay. what made your boobs look presentable.

hesitantly, you shake your head. "I'd like to keep on, please." you say, glancing at him to see his reaction. he frowns but nods, he was a boob girl, so hearing that you would rather him not see hurt. but you being comfortable was more important than his desires.

he sits up, removing his own shirt. this wasn't new, you were used to sleeping beside him shirtless or swimming with him, but at this level of intimacy was new, and scary. he notices your nervous expression, and places a hand on your shoulder, "if you want to stop, we can, im not pressuring you. your safety and comfort are the most important right now." chris spoke passionately, trying to reassure you he wasn't like the past guys who had tried to use you.

you listen, “i dont want to stop.” you reply, lifting your hips a little to remove your jeans, shimmiying out of them so your left in your panties and bra. chris cant help but look down at you hungrily, “look so beautiful, baby.” he says, putting a hand on your shoulder before kissing you again, his rubs getting more frequent and tight on your shoulder.

as the kisses get more passionate, the feeling of his member rubbing against your stomach got stronger. he gasps for air, pulling back from the kiss, one hand goes down to his jeans, attempting to unbutton them. “n-need help..please, baby.” he spoke, panting heavily. you sit up, helping unbutton his jeans. “there you go.” you say, laying back down.

quickly, he pulls off his jeans, being left in his boxers. “are you ready to go all the way or should we take it slow?” chris asks gently, moving to lay beside you. he didnt wanna overstep your boundaries at all. you nod, “im ready.” you spoke, looking at him.

he nodded back to you and slowly reached for the side of your panties, hooking them with his thumb and pulling them down to your ankles. he looks down at you, licking his lips. “so, so beautiful.” he spoke, one finger moving down to poke it as if he had never seen anything like it.

you let him, laying back and relaxing. slowly, his finger moved to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to mid thigh. his erect cock sprung free, precum glistening on the tip. you didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent, your eyes trained on his member.

he moves on top of you, his legs either side of you. he grabs his cock, positioning his shaft between your legs. his tip pokes against your clit, rubbing precum all over it. “can i?” chris asks, looking up at you for confirmation. you nod, gripping the sheet’s to prepare for what you thought would tear your insides.

chris slowly pushes inside you, letting you get used to his size. this feeling was unusual, and raw. something you’d never felt before. “move, please.” you say, putting your hand on his shoulder. he pulls out with a soft plop before going right back inside. he goes in and out for a few moments, his pace getting quicker and quicker.

a moan escapes your lips, your hips moving forward to try get him to go deeper. he wasnt sure if you were enjoying it or not. “is this okay? it’s not hurting you, is it?” he asks while panting, his thrusts getting harder and harder.

“i- i’m okay— oh fuck!” you moan loudly once he hit the perfect spot. he makes sure it was a good moan, not a cry of pain. “you like it, pretty baby?” chris chuckles, glaring up at you with lustful eyes.

you nod frantically, one hand gripping his hip, “faster, faster..” you pant, moaning every few seconds. once he gets faster and faster, he suddenly stops. “i- um.. im about to.. cum. so im just gonna- get out.” he says gently, he didnt want to cum in you without permission.

he slowly slips out of your clit with another soft plop. he slowly began to stroke himself, quickening his pace. soft moans escape his lips moments before cum splurts all over the bedsheets, his thighs and lower stomach. he pants heavily, laying down. “fuck.” chris heaves heavily. “gotta relax, m’kay?” he mumbles, rubbing his face.

hesitantly, you grab a tissue from the bedside table and begin to clean the cum off his thighs and stomach. “you did good.” you praise him, wanting to make him feel good. “im sorry our moment got cut short— not in the mood to do too much.” he whimpers, rubbing his face.

you continue to clean him up. you pull the waistband of his boxers over his member and onto his waist. you pat his stomach lightly, “you hungry?” you ask, not wanting to upset him further. he nods, reaching for his phone. you grab your clothes and begin to get dressed.

in the span of twenty minutes you and chris are laying down together eating pizza while binge watching ginny and georgia. “i love you, my baby.” he says, his mouth full of pizza as he looks up at you with a smile. “i love you too.” you mumble, dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

writers note: did i do okay? that was my first smut fic ever. ive never actually experienced sex before.

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[prozacwhorehouse]

are you able to do a cooper headcanon where the reader is insecure about her body?

ask and you shall receive!! i loved this request thank you angel 💗💗

she’s getting ready for a school event, a social if you will. she pulls on her dress, and when she looks in the mirror, she wishes the ground would swallow her whole. she quickly takes it off, making the game time decision that if she looked like that, she’s not going.

“what happened to the other dress? you looked so beautiful in it, sweetheart.” he asks when she comes into the living room, looking up and scanning her body, noticing that she’s right back in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants.

“i don’t think im going to go,” she says, plopping down next to him on the couch, nuzzling into his side. he reaches his arm around her, rubbing its side.

“why not? you’ve been talking about it for months!” he smiles, trying to lighten her obviously sorrowful demeanor.

“just wanna stay here with you,” she replies with a wobble in her voice, burying her face in his chest to hide it. he notices, though, he always does. he knows her too well.

he grabs her chin to make her look up at him, noticing the tears brimming at her waterline. “what’s wrong, baby? tell me, please, so i can help,” the look on his face is soft and genuine, unlike the fake expressions he puts on for everyone else except her.

she can’t hold back her tears anymore, and he cups her cheek lovingly. “oh sweetheart, what happened?” he questions.

“i- i looked terrible in that dress. my thighs my hips my-“ he cuts her off with a soft “shh. baby. you don’t want to go out, because of the way you look in your dress?”

she nods. “i just- don’t have the body for it. for anything really.” she’s kind of embarrassed to be this vulnerable. but with cooper, it feels okay.

“are you kidding? honey - you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. even now, in a T-shirt and sweatpants, you’re stunning. i love everything about you. everyone thinks that way of themselves, and it’s especially difficult to know you think that way because, well, you’re perfect.”

“really?” she sniffles.

“yeah, really” he smiles, laughing at her disbelief. he kisses her forehead and pulls her into his lap for a long, soft kiss. “i love you more than anything else in the world. if you changed anything about yourself, i may kill you,” he laughs, earning one back from her. ironic, because little does she know he’s the butcher 😜

“thank you cooper.” She smiles, running her thumb over his bottom lip.

“don’t thank me. it was the truth. i love you so much, babygirl.”

“I love you too.”

“now go put that dress back on. you looked gorgeous.”

[angelkisses666]

70s love

husband nanami x black reader

cw: mentions of smoking, mentions of weed

timestamp: sunday 1:40 pm

(A/N: this wasn’t proof read lol)

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it’s a gorgeous sunday with your husband in your shared kitchen. no more than 20 minutes ago you two were outside smoking a joint that he’d rolled for the two of you. now you two are slow dancing to 70s music playing on your speaker while waiting on your food to finish in the oven. clean up woman by betty wright is playing in the background as you’re both staring lovingly into each others eyes. his hands are placed so snug and warm on your hips as your arms wrap tenderly around his neck. “i hope i’m not making it easy for the clean up woman” you say as you smile up at him. “you never will love” he whispers back making you smile. you guys change your tempo as the song changes to “for the love of you” by the isley brothers. “drifting on a memory,” nanami sings down at you “,there’s nowhere i’d rather be”, you sing back. “than with you”, you both say at the same time. you sigh looking up lovingly at your husband who’s looking at you with the same look in his beautiful brown eyes. he picks you up and sits you on the counter behind you. “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen” he whispers in your ear after tenderly kisses your neck. “i could say the same to you darling” you chirp back. he grabs the sides of your face making you look up at him, “everyday im so happy i was lucky enough to get the chance to marry the goddess who sits in front of me, i love you” he says. “i love you too kento, everyday i think i must be the one chosen by god himself for the opportunity to meet the love of my life”, you mindlessly say back. he drops a hand to aimlessly rub one of your thighs, “let’s start a family love, i think we’re ready, you won’t have to worry about anything i’ll take care of everything” he almost begs while looking at you with pleading eyes as “baby, i’m for real” by the originals starts in the background. “you don’t understand how much i love you baby and how much i wanna be your only man” the song plays so sweetly in the background as you two share this special moment “i’ll do anything you ask ken, i’m ready to start our lives together”

*ding*

the timer to the oven went off. you both look over to the oven while you start to climb off the counter, “cmon love we can talk more as we eat” you say as you start walking to the oven. “yes ma’am”, he replies following you.

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i hope this was good 🥳

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hii!! i really adore your content and i was wondering if you’d make a tom version of the thick!reader fic you did? it makes me feel so much better about my body type, especially picturing an accurate description of my body in a th imagine (it’s free therapy fr) <33 you’re so brilliant and im really happy you take the time to write for us <3

Aww, thank you for reading content and sure I can! Your body type is beautiful, don't feel bad about it! I'm glad to give the therapy I lacked (and still lack) to you! Thank you for the compliments and I hope you enjoy!

Tom Kaulitz x Thick Reader

The literal definition of "crush my head between your thighs"

Hand on your thigh

AT ALL TIMES

never matters when, where, how

He don't give a shit

Lots of pictures of him with a smirk on his face as you look ready to slap him

Wanna know why?

He's copping a feel of your boob, his hand is just holding the side of it all proud in the pictures

He will take any chance to touch you

A proud boyfriend per se

Does not care who the hell sees him

Will gladly have a fucking make out session

If you're in the band, he probably will grab your ass on stage if your cool with that

Type of asshole to smack your ass a bit when you bend down

Tell him to stop and he will

But if you don't?

Be ready

He would love any body type you have

His head is gonna be buried in your boobs most of the time anyway 

Or when your laying down on your stomach his head is probably on your ass

Or if you're laying on your side his head is on your hip

Will bite your stomach at any given time

If you wear crop tops, bikinis, short skirts, tight shirts or any tight clothing

Bitch turns almost into a full on dog in love

It's stupidly funny

Arms around your waist almost in every picture anyone has of y'all

Mostly has his hand in your back also or around the shoulder

Like Bill if you give gifts randomly, he will feel a bit guilty

But he will be happy and feel a little spoiled

He'll get you a gift in return as soon as possible

Physical touch is obviously a given

So if you hug him, touch him, kiss him or anything, he is in heaven

A literal goddess from above has blessed him

He ain't holding back mf

You ever feel insecure?

Boy feels offended FOR YOU

Doesn't let you talk bad about yourself

"Huh? The fuck do you mean?! Uh- you're complaining that you look fucking hot?!" 

Bro is gobsmacked

Once he froze because you touched him and he didn't know it was you

Almost died but was happy when he turned to see you

When he first saw you he had to do a double take

"I want that one."

Followed you around like a puppy trying to get his shot

It was so funny seeing pictures of it after

Sit on his lap to make him happy

Will be insulted if you don't put your full weight onto him

Will hug you around your waist so you have no choice but too

Is in heaven smiling with his head over your shoulder

Bro is in MY version of heaven

[eclipsethemagic]

Christmas Baby |Im Chang-kyun|

Summary: Giving birth is one thing, but giving birth on Christmas when I.M isn't here is another.

Paring: idol!Changkyun x!female plus size reader

Genre: fluff

Song of the day: what kind of future by WOOZI+ I'm Gonna love you by D.O. ft. Wonstein

[s.masterlist]

w.c: 2,765

a/n: omg! There’s just one more to go and I’m so sad 😞 thank you for following me on this journey of Christmas one shots that should have been finished way before ( I’m sorry about that!) also I will give a warning. I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT PREGNANCY! so I tried to this with the best of my ability. Also! This is for all of my plus-size girliesss I hope you love it.

If Changkyun had a dime for every time his mother cursed him out, he'll have 10 million of them. If Changkyun had a dime for every time he messed up at practice he'll have about 10 of them. To summon it all up, he'll have a lot of dimes. But if Changkyun had a dime for every time he fell in love it'll be one. And if he could choose to do it all over again, and pick the same person again in his next life he'll pick you, his beautiful girlfriend.

You made him happy, you made him actually want to wake up the next morning, and you also are now giving him something that he's been wanting for a while and that is a family. When you first told him that you were pregnant it scared him shitless. He felt like he wasn't ready to be a parent, let alone become one so young in his 28th years of living. To be honest, your relationship was rocky from the start. He was working on a new project, and barely home while you, you were also a full on college student trying to finish your degree in becoming a lawyer. You two wasn't supposed to cross paths, you two weren't supposed to fall in love, in fact when he first met you randomly on his walk to the river to clear his head he wasn't supposed to make eye contact with you. But he did.

And it was actually the most humane interaction he had a in very long time. You left such a big impression on him that he couldn't get you out of his head the next day. So he tried to track you down, went to the river again and didn't see you, so he went the next day, and then the next day and then when you didn't show up after a month he was starting to lose hope. That's until he found you at a bar in down town Seoul. You looked so beautiful too, and had on a pretty little black dress that hugged your curves perfectly. Then he knew to never let you out of his life again.

Then the next month after that he took you out to a fancy restaurant that was his favorite and you two talked about anything that was on your mind. He found out that you loved art, and the very next date he took you to an art museum. That's when you knew that he was the one for you. You met his parents maybe a few months after you made your relationship final. Getting through his dad was the easy part, but his mom? You didn't know how it would go but she surprised you with open arms and ever since then you two have been attached by the hip. If he couldn't reach you he knew he could call his mom and you'll be right beside her. You two were like partners in crime and as much as Changkyun loved his mother loved you he barely got to see you.

And when you two announced that you were expecting his mother never left your side. If he could count how many times his mother been over his house before he met you, it'll be about 5 but being with you his mother was over there more then 5 times out the week, more if his father would let her. Which is why he's standing in the kitchen, knife in hand trying to peal an apple for you while his mother is in his ear talking about nothing important. "I'm just saying that you going on tour this late when she's almost due is a bad idea son." Ah yes, you're due date was approaching fast it was only next month in the beginning of January but his mother was so sure that you'll be due on Christmas, in fact she was praying on it.

He hums and goes to grabs an orange and peals it for you as well. "Well I wish I could push it back but I can't, plus you're acting like I'm going out of Korea, I'll still be here just in Busan for one night and if she needs anything she knows to call the guys and also you mother." He says and puts the knife in the sink before grabbing the gray bowl of fruits you been craving for the past week and walks out the kitchen to the living room where you been sitting on the couch for the past hour. He hears his mother let out a sigh, "okay. I'm trusting you with this, but if her water breaks and you aren't here I will personally-" Changkyun cuts her off. "I know, I know. You'll kick my ass I get it mother. I have to go your sidekick is pouting at me because I'm taking too long with her fruits." His mother lets out a little chuckle and she hangs up the phone first. Your boyfriend lets out a deep sigh and then looks at you. His thin deep pink lips form into a smile when you hold your hands out making little grabby hands for the bowl in his hands.

"You're so impatient." His deep voice rings your ears as you pout at him. "No, the baby just wants fruit. She's been kicking ever since you said that we had apples in the kitchen." Just as you say the words, the little princess makes her presence known as she kicks top of your stomach. "See." With a shake of his head changkyun hands you the bowl and goes to sit next to you on the couch, the blanket that was once coving you is long gone as you set the bowl on top of your belly ready to pick up a apple slice. When you take the first bite a moan leaves your lips and you start to do a little dance in your seat. Your boyfriend lets out a little chuckle watching you be so happy over food. "It's so sweet." You sigh in happiness and goes to pick up another one and eat it too.

"I finished packing the hospital bag. I can't believe she's almost here." You say as you bring an orange slice to your boyfriend's lips. He opens his mouth as you feed him the fruit and he nods at you. "Yeah? Are you excited?" He questions as he watches you set the empty bowl down on the table. You didn't know if you were excited I mean you just knew that you were tired of being pregnant. Every woman you talked to said that they loved being pregnant, they loved being able to feel the baby kick, setting up the nursery, being able to pick out little baby clothes for their kids to wear. They loved seeing their belly's grow.  Changkyun told you that everyone's pregnancy was different, and that you shouldn't base yours on the other woman you talked to but you couldn't help it. You truly hated the morning sickness, you hated the fact that you could fit your own clothes anymore and had to wear Changkyuns. You hated that your feet ached, and most of all you hated how heavy you felt.

It was times when your lower back hurt so much that Changkyun had to come behind you and pick your belly up. It also didn't help that your stomach dropped just a couple of weeks ago as a sign that your due date was almost here. That's the beautiful thing about your boyfriend is that he tries so hard to make you feel your best even when you felt like you didn't. "Yes and no." You answer to his question, he nods and you feel him grab your leg and pull it in his lap. He starts to rub your feet and you let out a sigh and a small smile forms on your lips. "Feels good?" He chuckles when you nod and leans back against the couch rest. "You know." Changkyun starts off after a moment of silence. You let out a hum, your eyes close, you don't even feel like opening them. "I'm going to miss you." He finally says as he rubs his thumb against the heel of your foot. "You're acting like I won't see you next week." You mumble to him and he lets out a deep laugh. "You're right, but I got so used to seeing you every day." He's right. During your first trimester he was working a lot, leaving early in the morning and coming in late a night and it really started to bug you. Any other time you wouldn't mind because you would keep yourself busy, either finishing up homework or just painting in the little office you two shared. 

It was when your second trimester hit when he missed a doctor's appointment and it made you so sad. And being the strong independent woman you are, you told him how you felt and he made a promise to never miss or leave you alone at home alone ever again and he did keep his promise. So for him to leave you now after months of being home with you was a big adjustment you'll have to get use to when he leaves. You open your eyes a little, peeking at him through your eyelashes. "I'll miss you too baby." He smiles softly at you and reaches over to your belly and rubs it before gently bending down to kiss your belly button. "And I'll miss you too princess."

It had to be around 5 in the morning when you feel a sharp pain in your lower back, forcing yourself to get out your bed slowly. You're boyfriend left about 2 in the morning yesterday, and you should of known that your little princess was going to make her presence known. With a groan you crouch down a bit, rubbing the bottom of your back as you walk down the hall to the kitchen. That's when you start to feel pressure, it wasn't bad one but it was something that made you feel slightly uncomfortable. So you got your water and back into the your bedroom hoping that it'll pass.

It indeed did not pass, in fact as the morning went on the simple pain turned into you sobbing for some type of release. "I can't." you sob on the phone with your boyfriend as another sharp pain hits, Changkyun sighs on the other end. "How far apart are they? or have you not been keeping track?" He ask you as he goes to pack up his stuff in his suitcase. He already texted his mom to come over to check on you in the morning and you seemed to be doing fine so she left. That was around 10, when it hit around 5 at night that's when the pain that started to be 10 times harder, and you couldn't take it. "Haven't- fuck- I haven't been tracking them, god how far is your mom?" He felt so bad, first it was Christmas, your first holiday without him, and now you're in labor without him and that sucks. "She's on her way my love, I also have Jooheon coming too he's just around the corner. If that's okay, I know you just wanted her here's that was the plan." He mumbles and he hears you say okay. There's a know at that front door and a very excited Jooheon walks in with a big smile. You always appreciated him, even when you're in pain right now he always knew how to make you smile without even trying.

"Hi pumpkin are you ready?" He smiles at you and notices the hospital bag next to the door and picks it up. Changkyun says something to you but you don't really hear him as another sharp pain shoots through you. With a grunt you put your phone to the side and Jooheon picks it up. Him and his band mate talk briefly before he hangs up and helps you up.

You have been in labor for about 2 hours now, each contraction hitting you harder than the last one. Each time the nurse comes in the room, she checks your dilation, and that was about four different times and each time it goes up about an inch. Maybe your little princess doesn't want to come out. Jooheon watches you with pity in his eyes as one of his best friends he wish he could just take the pain away from you. Changkyun's mom is right beside you, moving your hair to the side as you try to sit up just a bit. You haven't ate since this morning and the ice chips they gave you haven't been filling your appetite.

You hate changkyun.

It's the first thought that comes to your mind when you think about all the food you want that you can't have and that's makes you pout. His mother chuckles when you shake your head when the nurse pops her head in another time to ask if you want more ice chips. "How about water?" She ask you with a hopeful smile and as much as you wanna tell her no, you need the liquids. "Yes please." The nurse nods and walks out the room and shuts the door back to your room. "Where the fuck is your son?" You ask his mom who lets out a laugh and shrugs looking over at his bandmate. Jooheon shrugs as he leans back into his seat. "He should be landing now, he hasn't said anything to me yet. I'm sorry pumpkin." You grumble something under your breath and your door opens again to a different nurse. He holds up a cup of water and sets it down next to you.

As he starts checking your vitals again there's a knock on your door and your doctor comes in. She smiles brightly at you and that too puts a frown on your face. "Hi! YN. You look just a lovely as always." She says and goes to grab some gloves. "Okay, so here's the thing. As for right now your dilation is about 7 and that's good! But your water also hasn't broke yet so I think what we're going to do is force it to break so we can speed it all up for you okay?" You nod and she starts doing what she has to do.

It's about 9 pm when you feel like you need to push, but you don't want too. Changkyun still hasn't made it yet. The last time you talked to him he was just getting off the plane but since it's Christmas the streets are packed but he was trying his best to make it. As the doctor helps you put your legs up she tells you to listen to your body as you start to push. A sob leaves your throat and you mumble curse words left and right. More so directed at Jooheon, and poor buddy because he's so confused. "I'm here I'm here!" Another voice is heard and your heart beats when you see your boyfriend next to you. Everything around you stops and it feels like it's just you and him, alone, and all the pain you once had is now gone as he kisses your forehead.

After a few pushes later a big cry fills the room and your baby girl is laid on top of you. She's so pretty too, with a head full of hair. Maybe the heart burn during your pregnancy did pay off. You look up and notice your boyfriend's eyes and how red they are. It might have been the first time you seen your boyfriend cry. Your nonchalant boyfriend. Isn't that something?

"What should we name her?" You mumble looking down at your little girl. Changkyun hums for a second and runs his thumb against her cheek. "Well considering she's our Christmas baby, let's name her Joy because she brings so much joy to our lives." A little chuckle leaves your lips and you nod, smiling down at her. "Welcome to the world Joy." You mumble and Changkyun brings his lips to your forehead then your lips softly.

[chrissturnioloswife88]

“I’m so proud of you”|Chris Sturniolo

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warning- too cute, fluff, kiss, cuddling!

notes- before tumblr i wrote a few wattpad fics but tumblr is way better so im trying it out here now! im not great so bear with me!!

You found a new song a few days ago by Clairo called Sexy to Someone, and you’ve been obsessed.

When you got home from gift shopping, you changed into baggy sweatpants and a tight comfy black shirt with long sleeves. Now you’re dancing around your livingroom, blasting your new favorite song through your headphones.

As the lyrics, “Ask if i’m doing TV no I didn’t get the part.”, blared into your ears, you spun around and now you were facing the window.

I love music, you thought to yourself as you watched the sunset and swayed your hips to the beat.

Your headphones were noice canceling, so you didn’t hear when your boyfriend, Chris, came home and walked over to you. He slipped his hands around your waist from behind you as you suddenly stopped dancing and quickly took off your headphones.

“Hi ma.” He says through a chuckle while you spin to wrap your arms around him, pulling him in closely.

“I didn’t realize you’d be home so early.” You say looking up at him. The way his eyes met yours always sent a flutter through your chest.

He doesn’t answer right away, instead he smiles and walks over to where he laid his things. You slowly follow him, unable to stop the way your smile mirrors his effortlessly bright one. “Why are you so happy, baby?”

He turns around, holding up a small card shaped piece of paper with his resting face on it. He looks so good. “Look, I left early from filming to get my license!” He examines your face, excitedly waiting for your response. “It’s a temporary one until they mail my-“

You interrupt him by throwing your arms around him with a delighted squeal, and he responds by pulling you into a warm hug. “Oh my god Chris! Im so proud of you baby!”

“I wanted to surprise you! Now we don’t have to waste hella money on Uber.” He says as he walks to put it back in his wallet.

You giggle as you agree with him, walking around to the other side of the kitchen island and grabbing a pot out. “You definitely surprised me. How about I make you an amazing meal to celebrate?” You say holding up the pot to show him while raising your eyebrows.

“Sounds great, ma. Whatcha got in mind?” He walks over to you hugging you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist as you meet his hand with yours

“I’m thinking Alfredo Pasta and your favorite potatoes?” Your say and you look up at him taking in his natural beauty.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 2 hours later

After dinner you and Chris watched an episode of Greys Anatomy before you decided to go get ready for bed.

You put on a pair of baby pink pajama pants and a matching lace tank, then crawl into bed.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 10 minutes later

Chris finally comes to bed after finishing up the dishes. “Already in bed?”, he asks as he strips into just his boxers and climbs into bed.

“Mhm. I’m tired.”, you respond as you scoot closer to Chris and nuzzle your head in his neck.

“Go to sleep ma. I’m right here.” He reaches behind him, turning off the lamp and grabbing the remote to turn on a show for background noise.

“I love you so much.” You say watching him and paying no attention to what he was doing. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you so much it hurts.” he says through a soft sleepy smile as he pulls you closer to him.

Once you were finally asleep he let himself fall asleep.

This is going to be my wife. He thinks to himself before fully falling asleep.

[elliezlils11utt]

Heyy! Can I pleasee request small headcanons of reader putting cute makeup on Ellie and Abby? (separate reactions)…Just wondering how the girls would react? Pretty sure they would only agree cause their beautiful gf asked for it…otherwise they're grumpy asf about it lol. I lowkey imagine reader jokingly telling Jock!Abby that she should attend the football practice with makeup on, and Abby being speechless 😭 Love your blog btw! 💜

A/n: hi hi hi !! Thank you smmm love !! when I read this I was genuinely so excited. I love this concept so much omfgg. This is super fluffy & I’m living for it.

Contents: sfw!! Jock!abby, loser!ellie, Reader being iconic. Super duper uper fluffy !!

Pink=reader, not pink= Abby/ellie !!

Abby:

“babbyyy, pleaseee !! you’ll look so cuteee!!”

you’d whine as your girlfriend sits grumpy on the bed. you make yourself look small and watch her with big eyes. she tries to hold her tough demeanor but eventually after watching your doe eyes looking up at her she lets out a huff in defeat. you run over and grab her arm, pulling her to your vanity with a grin glued to your face.

“I didn’t say yes.” she so obviously gave in.

“Your sigh said it all” you giggle pulling out your makeup. while you would do her makeup you’d be giggling and laughing the entire time.

*she’d be so interested in everything you did. Everytime you pulled a new product out she’d ask you ‘what you were putting on her face’ in her words

*“what’s that?”

“it’s jst primer babe, calm down your not going to die” you squeeze the substance on her face and she’d definitely back away at the cold temperature.

“why is it sticky?!”

*“Annnnnddd, your all done.” finishing spraying setting spray on her face (which she most definitely complained about) you’d put a mirror in her face to reveal her new look. your face beaming with pride at your handy job. she takes one look in the mirror and sighs.

“You look so pretty. like a pretty princess !!”

“if you don’t shut up your going to regret it.” she’d tease with a grin.

Later that day you’d find her getting ready to take off the makeup that you spent soooo long on.

“Babbyyyyy !! Why are you taking it off?”

“I’ve got practice babe.”

“So? You should leave it on !”

she stares at you with a blank expression before bursting out laughing.

“ha- that’s funny, your funny.”

Ellie:

*with Ellie I think it would be more of a natural thing. like you guys would be getting ready for a party and she’d be watching the you get ready. Maybe she’s on her phone and looking up at u occasionally from the bed. you’d notice and look back at her with a mischievous ass look, eyeliner in hand.

*ellie definitely read your mind before u even said anything.

*”babe, no.”

*”babe, yes”

*and that’s how she’d end up under you, you straddling, her hips. Leaning over with your tongue poked out the side of ur mouth, painting eyeliner on her. she’d get all flustered and avoid eye contact.

*she most definitely would act like she hated every minute of it but in reality she loved looking up at your concentrated face. I jst know her heart would be pumping out of her chest omfgg.

* I can definitely see Ellie as the typa girl to say she doesn’t understand makeup, then after you put eyeliner on her she’d sit on the floor of the bathroom practicing it on herself like the little loser she is.

A/N: this was so fun to write im inlove. I need more Abby requests bc I love writing for Abby so muchhh !! 😭🤭

[sanajeh1909]

The Spy and The Spouse

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader

Word Count : 1272

Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it, there is nothing much except the detailed description of whats happening), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes.

POV : 3rd Person

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part3

A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. Please do tell if there is any mistakes or off talks/writings on the scenario. I had hard time writing this since i burnt my wrist accidentally now its hard to type without putting my wrist on the side of the keyboard. I felt like this needed a part 3. Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it.

He laid down and stared at the ceiling. He couldnt sleep. Too much going throuogh his mind.

Y/N. The mission. The act. The feelings. The lie. The love. The pain.

He turns onto his side, facing the wall, and buries his head on the pillow to try to go to a dreamless sleep.

He stayed awake, turning on his side. He tried to close his eyes, but all he could see was her face in that dress. A dress that was worn solely for him, or so he thought. A beautiful face in a beautiful dress, but all it was meant for was their mission.

Her wedding ring was a magnet for his eyes. His mind was glued to that ring. A ring he knew she didnt want to be wearing... but a ring she had to wear because of him. Her fake husband. Her fake lover.

He tried to get his mind off of the ring, but in a weird way, that ring gave him comfort. It made him feel as if this lie, this act wasnt all so bad.

It could have been something more, a real bond, but it wasnt his place to say that. It wasnt his place to say those words to her.

He felt his heart pound faster with every passing second, as if he was holding his breath. His thoughts went back to the mission, and to the night before. He could remember everything.

In the morning. Chamber tossed and turned on the bed, and the first thing he did was check his watch. 7:01. He needed to get a move on.

He sat up on the bed, trying to focus on something. Anything but the ring, the mission, his feelings.

He could see her face in that dress.

He grabbed his suit and put it on the bed and went to take a quick shower. The images of how her eyes seemed to light up as she saw his handsome face haunted. The words she exchanged, the compliments back and forth.

His thoughts were a mess as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his body. He felt... butterflies. He felt... something. He wasnt quite sure what it was, but if his heart kept telling him it was love, then it was love.

He took off the towel and put on his clothes, walking towards her room. He walked towards the door with confidence.

She opens the door to start her day. She was ready, shower taken, clean clothes. Then she sees him in front of her. From the height difference, what she faced first was his chest after opening the door.

She raises her head up to look at him, she smirks and speaks. Up already, Vincent?

He smirked as he glanced down to see her. He felt like a model, if anything, because of how she looked at him. Her attention was enough to make him blush, even though he had his cold face all set.

He put a hand on his hip casually, as if he normally dressed to impress.

Im always up with the sun. He spoke, letting go of his cold facade for a second. Did you sleep well? He raised an eyebrow. As he took a step inside, he couldnt help but glance at the wedding ring laying on her nightstand.

I did, thanks to my "husband", im carried to my bed. She leans on the doorframe as she watches him step inside the room.

"Husband." He thought to himself. The word wasnt supposed to sting as much as it did.

He glanced at her, her expression, her beautiful face. Those eyes of hers, the small dimples, the lush and dark lashes, the hair.

She made him weak, and only she made him feel that way. He couldnt help but wonder if she could feel the same way, because thats how it felt.

His gaze went back to the ring.

She raises an eyebrow, and speaks with professional manner. I hope you didnt catch feelings after the mission. It would be a shame to one of us to end up with a broken heart.

He was caught off guard by her words, but he covered his surprise perfectly. He had a smile to show that he didnt have "feelings" for her.

He could see she didnt want to talk about the mission either. He walked towards the nightstand, his arm reaching out to the wedding ring. He picked up the ring from the table and handed it to her at chest height.

No mission feelings. Just as we agreed. He spoke with calmness, like a cold professional.

She looks at the ring on his hand, then back at him as if questioning why is he handing her the ring back. You better stay behind your words.

His smile faded for a second. "You better stay behind your words." This was about the mission. The mission only. Nothing else. He slided the ring from his hand and slipped it into her palm.

He stepped back slightly. The mission was over, and the mask had to stay on. So its safe to assume that nothing happened yesterday?

Nothing except the mission done successfully.

Good.

He kept his cool demeanor, but his body wanted to be close to her. He wanted to have her head rest upon his shoulder. To kiss her right now. He had to remind himself of who she is. The mission. Their mission. Not love.

We will have more missions, so i guess i will see you soon. He made his way to the door, only stopping to look back at her. This was a lie, wasnt it? He didnt want to stop seeing her.

Yes, good luck on work, Mr. Fabron. She crossed her arms on her chest.

He stared at her longer than he imagined, feeling how his heart ached to be near her. To kiss her. To hold her. To love her.

The heart is the weakest organ in the body.

He smiled softly and said : Thank you. His eyes went to the wedding ring in her palm before he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

She stares at the door for a short while, then turns her gaze inside the room.

He walked from her room back to his and shut the door. He opened his drawer and put on a different set of clothes, his personal, civilian clothes.

He looked at his reflection, only to face a man that looked far from what he had to portray to the world, and even to her.

He laid on his bed, putting his head against his pillow. His hands were on his head. He was thinking. He was reflecting. His feelings were growing. She was a thorn in his side. She was his thorn.

It was silent. He had to stay away from her room. He had to stay away from her. He had to stay away from his heart. He had to stay away from... love.

He got up and took his jacket of and hung it on the hanger, then started taking his shirt off. The shirt didnt feel right on him. He felt like the shirt was choking him. His heart was beating rapidly just thinking about her.

The mission was over, that much was true. The thoughts in his head were a storm. The way she made him feel was a storm. He couldnt help but feel as if every step was like a magnet was pulling him towards her. He couldnt let this happen, he couldnt allow himself to fall in love.

[muav99]

Drunk Confessions with Hyunjin pt.2 final 💋

Drunk sex but consenting, hyunjin x reader, best friends to lovers, F receiving, no protection (plz use it🩷), swearing, praise kink

So thats why he wanted to know. That bastard. But what he’s doing is working too well.

You moan on his lips as he pulls you in again. He grabs your ass and pulls you on to his lap never breaking the kiss.

God you should have done this earlier

You both start grinding into each other becoming a sloppy moaning mess. Trying to create any friction possible through Hyunjin’s jeans. He rocks your hips back and forth as his tongue swipes your bottom lip

It might just be how drunk you are, but this feels so good

“Hyunjin I want more” you say in between kisses

“Say no more” he says ripping off his shirt, and sliding down his jeans

You quickly rid of your sweats and tank

He lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist as he walks you to the bed. His lips now creating harsh hickeys on your neck.

Too late now, you’re all in.

“How do you want me?” Hyunjin asks smirking

You both crack up laughing in each others arms

“You’re so beautiful” he kisses you all over

He starts kissing on your thighs moving up further

Your breath hitches

He slips your panties to the side, and practically dives in

He gives you the best head of your life. What can this man not do??

He has 2 fingers inside you and his tongue is circling and flicking your clit

At this point you can’t help but scream out from pleasure

“Hyunjinnnnn….immm” you yell out so close

“I know, you’re doing so well you’re such a good girl” he groans into you

You whimper overwhelmed by everything

He sucks on you and you finally release

He lifts himself up from in between your legs and its a sight.

His face glistening with juices, he looks like a dream

He wipes his face off with his hand and climbs over you

He gives you a little peck on the lips

“Are you still okay with this?” He asks sweetly looking in your eyes

“Hyunjin im very sure” you peck his lips back

You’re absolutely ready but you will not remember this tomorrow

He strokes your cheek with his fingers, moving some hair out of your face

“Then i’ll love you right” he says softly

He sits up pulling his boxers off and throws them across the room

“Balenciaga boxers?” You chuckle looking on the floor

“Only the best for….you know” he smirks at you

You take the que to look down and you audibly gasp

“Like what you see?” He says wiggling his eyebrows

“Put it in me” you whine “stop teasing hyunjin”

“As you wish baby”

He lines himself up with you and slowly eases in

You’re already moaning and gripping his arms, he can feel you clench around him

“You’re…….driving….me crazy” he moans out finally fitting the last of him in you

You’re both face to face

“Hyunjin move” you cry

“So needy” he kisses your lips and thrusts his hips gently

God you love that he dances. It feels so good

He starts to pick up the pace thrusting harder and harder and…

“Hyunjin i….” Your eyes roll to the back of your neck, back arched in pleasure

“You like it rough y/n?”

“You aint seen nothing yet”

He pounds into you and you scream wrapping your legs around his waist

The sounds coming from outside the room are goddamn pornographic

He’s sucking on your neck biting into you, bruising your skin

Your nails clawing at his back trying to grip on to something

“You’re……doing so good baby” he says moaning into your neck

You whimper

“Say it again”

“You feel so good, ugh y/n you’re doing so good for me pretty girl”

You start to climax seeing stars

“Hyun……” you choke out

“Mmm metoo” he says muffled in your neck

You both rock and grind on each other desperately hitting that one spot and…..

He lands on your chest

Both of you heavy breathing

He kisses your fingers and your forehead

“God why didn’t we do that years ago” you say giggling

“Beats me but lets do it again huh? ” hyunjin replies poking you like a little kid

You squeal

Not much sleeping happened that night

*Fast forward to the morning*

The warm sun shines on your face through the blinds.

You roll over and bump into the figure laying next to you.

His arms are around you sleeping peacefully. You lift his fluffy morning hair out of his face.

No……it cant be……

“HYUNJIN?!” You scream and he jolts up

“Y/N???” He screams back holding the blanket on himself for decency

You both look at each and start to remember last nights events

“My head hurts” hyunjin whines

“Mine too” you say “So……what do we do”

“Well……..what if I kinda like you?” He says timidly

You never even let that cross your mind. You’ve been friends for ages. Close. Really close. And you’ve had a crush on him once or twice… I mean you were so willing to sleep with him. So…..do you like him too? Why am I debating? I know how I feel.

You don’t say a word and lay in his arms. He wraps himself around you in a cuddling position

You kiss him on the cheek

“I kinda like you too” you say stroking his hair

Thank you for all the love on my story😭🩷 feel free to recommend any time! All people from my last post are tagged here!

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[mccookiemonster]

Franklin Saint x Black reader

Hello, this is my first story. I'm kinda of nervous about this but I wanted to see more Snowfall stories so I decided to make one. Please excuse my grammar mistakes and spelling.

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This book will be about the relationship between Franklin and YN. This story will be toxic and it will include things like cheating, drugs, gangs, pregnancy, murder, and more. I'm just going to give you a little heads up if you like melody. I'm sorry but she’s going to be a bit of a bitch.

Chapter 1 Franklin and YN have been together since high school but they have been on and off again over the years. When they were off Franklin would hop from girl to girl making his way through the whole city. Once people found out that Franklin and YN were on a break, men would try to get with her because she is the finest woman in the city. YN would just flirt with different guys to make Franklin mad. Most of the time it works but sometimes it wouldn’t and Franklin would just laugh in her face. The one girl that Franklin would always go to when Franklin and YN is Melody. She was the main reason for all their fights. She was deeply in love with Franklin and wanted to be his one and only but YN would never let that happen nor would Franklin. He's too in love with YN and YN is deeply in love with him too. Melody and YN didn’t always hate each other in fact they used to be best friends in high school until one day YN found out that Melody was trying to sleep with Franklin. After she found out she went to Melody’s house and beat her asss.

After Franklin was released from jail the first person he went to see was you. He made sure that you were the first to see him and let you know that he was ok and how much he missed you VERY much and wanted you to know that by thrusting in and out of you with your face is buried in your pillow, and your ass is raised to the top, his cock is pushing deep into your pussy, “gosh I missed you so much” Franklin grunts, listening to your moans, “fuck— you look so beautiful” Franklin pulls your hair, you arch your back and create the perfect angle that his cock rests further into your wet cunt, “Franklin! Ahh—”.

You moved your arm to reach Franklin’s hips to slow his thrust down. He grabbed your arm and pinned it behind your back going faster, “ don’t try to run now, take this dick”. “im cu- cumminggg-”. You moaned into the sheets.

“Good girl, cum for me f-fuckkk” Franklin

You both moaned as you came. Franklin pulled out and laid out on the bed, you doing the same."shit" Franklin said with a little chuckle.

"That was fun," you said, turning on your side to look at him. He moved the hair out of your face and sweat out of your brow.

"I missed you beautiful"

“I missed you too” and you leaned in for a kiss. The sound of lips smacking and heavy breathing filled the room until the sound of Franklin’s pager went off. You groaned as he pulled away to see who it was.

“Stayyyy you just got here” you said as you threw your head back.

“I can't, it's important” he said while getting dressed.

“Whatever” you said with attitude and rolled your eyes as you sat up holding the blanket to your naked body.

He walked over to you and tilted your head up to make you look at him, “Hey, watch it. I'll be back later ok”.

“Ok” you said quietly looking deep in his eyes.

And with that he left out the door. You got up and made your way to the shower. You turned the water on and waited for it to get hot, while doing so you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw all the hickeys Franklin left on you. “Fucking asshole”. O

Once the water was hot you got in and started washing your body thinking about what you were going to wear to Jerome's grand opening. After the shower you lotioned your body with shea butter and vanilla lotion. You put on this https://www.pinterest.com/pin/973059063219880304/ and did your hair and makeup. After getting ready you heard your grandma come back from the store and put the groceries on the kitchen table. You walked out and greeted her.

“Hey gran” you said walking over and kissing her cheek.

“Hey ba- now what the hell do you have on”

“Clothes…”

“Barely, you got all your tits out and your ass sticking out the bottom of yo-”

“GRANDMA” you shouted with a smile on your face.”

“I'm just saying, you all dressed up like them corner hookers”

“Ok I get it. Did you make that pie for Jerome’s opening?”

“Yes baby it’s sitting in the oven”

“Thanks, I’ll be back later tonight” You took the pie out the oven and kissed the top of gran’s head as you walked out.

“Bye baby, have fun and be safe you hear!” She shouted

“I will, love you” you shouted back. You walked to your car and placed the pie in the passenger seat and drove off to Jerome's. While pulling up you could hear the music blasting and the smell of barbecue filling the streets. You parked and got out of the car and made your way into Jamming Jerome’s. Once you got in you greeted everyone as you made it through the crowd looking for Jerome and Louie but mostly Franklin. You finally found them went up to say hello.

“Heyyyy ya’lll” You said while going for a hug with Louie.

“Heyyyy girl I haven’t seen you in so long!” she said while hugging you walking back and forth.

“I know we need to catch up, a little girl time”

“Not too much girl time I hope” Jerome said with a straight serious face that then turned to a playful smile and laugh.

“I don’t know we might” you said in a playful teasing tone while hugging Jerome. Y'all all laughed as Cissy and Franklin.

“YN it’s so nice to see you!How have you been?” Cissy said while giving you a hug with a bright smile on her face.

“I'm good. I'm soooo happy to see you!

“How’s your grandma doing, is she still going to bingo night down at the casino?”

“Yes she never misses a day”

“That's good, I need to stop by and catch up her and hopefully get one of her pies” “Oh shit, I left the pie she made in the car. I’ll be back” As you walked away you grabbed Franklin’s hand and dragged him with you to your car. You got to the car and you leaned back on it with your arms crossed. “You just gonna stand there are you are going to say something”

“My bad, I'm just trying to figure out what the hell you got on” he said with a little laugh.

“Clothes” said with some attitude.

“Come on don’t be like that, you look good” stepping close to you while putting his hands on your hips pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck leaning in closer almost face to face “really…” you looked up at him with a small smile forming on your lips.

“Mhm” he said leaning in kissing you. “Yoo you two done over there!” Leon yelled from the door with all his friends. The two of you pulled away smiling and you stuck your middle finger up at Leon.

“Oo come on YN don’t be like that!” Leon yelled, laughing. Franklin walked towards Leon and dabbed him up and walked inside. You grabbed the pie and walked inside. As you walked inside you saw Franklin talking to who you thought was Leon but as you got closer you saw it was Melody and they looked awfully close, a little too close for your liking. As you walked up you see Melody looking you up and down with a stank face. You pushed her out of the way and shoveled the pie in Franklin's face, smearing it all over his face. “ Fuck you Franklin, you lying piece of shit!” You yelled. Everyone around oooo'd and oh shit as you walked out.

“COME ON FRANKLIN NOT MY PIE!” Jerome yelled as he watched the pie drop from Franklin’s face. You speed walked to your car and drove back home heated.

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That's the end of the first chapter!!! This took way longer than it should have to write but it's done. I hope you all liked it!! See you next chapter!! Please excuse spelling and grammar mistakes. Like Comment

[th3worstinm3]

hii can u pls write bout noah x fem reader? 🤗 shes trying to straighten her hair but u k when ure getting ready n u feel its.. "wrong" ? then he hears her fighting for her life n offers to help 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (can u imagine how delicate this man would be to help u with ur hair? ? 😩😩♥️♥️♥️♥️)

HII!! OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH!! TY!!

this one's a bit shorter but I hope you like it anyways!!

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noah x fem!reader (not proofread sorrys im in class rn)

RPF -> Don't like it? Don't read

you sighed as the mirror in front of you did nothing to hide your frustrated expression.

you and noah had a meeting with business purposes tonight, and you wanted to be the best version of yourself; lets say the hair straightener had other plans. nothing looked like you wanted it to; every time you tried to comb a strand of hair, it did the complete opposite of what you wanted.

the stress of your hair not wanting to cooperate with you had your eyes filling themselves with tears.

with a last sigh, and putting the straightener down, you brushed your hands through your face.

you felt hands grab you by the waist and a weight on your shoulder. "need some help with that?" noah asked in a whisper over your neck.

you nodded, and stared at him through the mirror as he stood straight. the formal white shirt he was wearing was unbuttoned at the top, making a bit of his chest tattoo visible, and the sleeves were scrunched up over his elbows. he looked great.

he grabbed the straigteher and tapped your hip, making you stand up straight.

he softly ran the straightener through your hair, combing with his fingers in the process. he had a small, peaceful smile, his head was tilted to the side and his eyes were full of love.

you were in a daze, eyes never leaving his face, and you didnt notice when he stopped. you heard him chuckle.

"do I have something on my face?" he asked, voice low. you snickered, red faced, and hit his chest. he hugged you from behind, arms pressing slightly over your belly and bringing you close to him.

you bent over, brushing your hair behind your ear and putting on the gold-and-light-blue dangling earrings you loved the most; all while noah's cheek rested on your upper back.

you smiled at him over the mirror, and he smiled back. "you look beautiful," he commented as you started prepping your face to start your make up. with a soft slap to your ass and a last sideways smile, he made his way back to the bedroom to finish dressing up.