a mighty fine face

Showing You (Jesse McCree)

Originally posted by inccption

Pairing: Jesse McCree/Chubby!Fem!Reader
Words: 1330+
Warning(s): self-consciousness,nsfw
A/N: hey guys! still slowly getting back into this blog. though i have to put off writing as a whole thanks to my birthday, finals, and graduation quickly approaching me. i can’t write smut for the life of me so take what you can get here lol.
Request:  McCree with a chubby/large chested reader who tries to deny her feelings for him, and he shamelessly flirts with her every single time he sees her. And he finds out that she’s been holding back because she’s self conscious about her body and thinks that McCree flirts with everyone like that, and couldn’t possibly seriously like her? SFW or NSFW whatever you wanna do!


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Doctor:so Jonathan,do you have anyone who can help you? Or do you live alone? You’ll need help getting up with your broken leg.

Jon:Man I got my boy he thick af 💦💦💦 not lying 💯💯💯👌 he’s such a great guy looking mighty fine 😎👍👍👏😊

Evan:*sitting right next to the hospital bed,covering face with hands because he’s blushing in embarrassment*

Title: NA Attendee Part 3

Character: Charlie Peters

TV: Shameless

Warnings: Smut n’ fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner


Their clothes laid scattered all around the floor; their plates, on the kitchen table with their meal forgotten.

Y/N had one hand in her hair, the other holding onto Charlie’s shoulder, moaning as she rode him.

They were at it again, unable to keep their hands off of one another.

“Come on, baby,” Charlie grunted, holding her hips as he helped her move up and down his length.

He could see that she was close to the edge again, her inner muscles twitching around him.

She gasped, rolling her lips, making them shiny, “Charlie,” she moaned, “fuck me,”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Lifting her hips, he had her get off of his lap.

She knew what he wanted. He watched as she got on her knees, her ass high in the air. Mounting her from behind, Charlie held his shaft, letting it slide easily into her.

She sighed, letting her body relax. Using slow thrusts, Charlie got Y/N worked up again.

Her torso was practically flat on the mattress, his hands being the only thing that had her nestled against his pelvis.

“Charlie!” her gasp was sharp and he could feel her inner muscles quiver.

Speeding his thrusts up, he gave her everything he had with each stroke.

“That’s it, Y/N… come on, baby,” he coaxed her, panting.

Her moans started to get louder and louder until she came hard around him.

He held her to him, buried deep in her wetness.

Her orgasm was so strong, that she held her breath, reaching out blindly to try to grab handfuls of bedding. Even her thighs were shaking in his hands, her leg muscles tight.

He wasn’t going to let a damn good orgasm like that go to waste. He was right at the edge.

Her passage was already tight, but it felt tighter when she came, so he pinned her down to the mattress and thrusted a few more times, shouting out her name as he came inside her.

She was gasping for air, rolling her hips with small rolls as they both came down.

Finally Charlie collapsed on top of her, trying to keep most of his weight off of her.

“No more… no more,” she gasped, her eyes closed tightly.

Charlie chuckled, pulling out and rolling over.

Y/N blinked her eyes, looking at Charlie with bleary eyes.

“I’m not gonna be walking straight for a while,” she giggled.

Laying on his side, Charlie rested a hand on her backside, laughing as he kissed her shoulder, “I’d apologize, but that would be a lie,”

Slowly, Y/N pulled herself closer to him, “We need to soak in the tub,”

Charlie hummed kissing her, “Wait here,”

She snorted, “Like I could run even if I wanted to!”

Leaning over as he stood, he bit her cheek, making her yelp and laugh, “Leave my ass alone!”

His bobbed his eyebrows, then made his way to the bathroom.

The tub was garden sized, able to perfectly hold both of them. Starting the water, he made sure that it was hot, but not too much so.

Once he used the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom to get Y/N. She was sitting up at the edge of the bed, her hair all wild from the sex and her neck and breasts littered with hickies and beard burns.

Having mercy on her, he held out his hands to help her up. She swayed, nearly falling back down to the bed.

“You weren’t kidding,” he laughed.

Once they were in the tub, Charlie pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her.

He kissed the side of her head, running the soft pecks down her cheek, neck and to her shoulder.

She hummed, her body relaxed.

Charlie bent his legs, the knees poking out from the water. He sighed into her damp skin as she ran her hands up and down his thighs.

Tilting her head back and to the side, Y/N puckered her lips slightly for a kiss.

Charlie’s hand came out from the water, holding her chin as he slowly kissed her.

Her lips were plump and would definitely need some lip balm once they got out of the tub, but they were soft all the same.

They sighed into the kiss, then smiled softly as it ended.

“This is nice, thank you,” Y/N whispered.

Charlie swallowed the lump in his throat. He laid a series of pecks to her lips before answering her, “Thank you,”

He could see the question in her eyes.

“For what?” she asked.

“Giving me a chance.”

“Charlie,” she said, softly, “We’ve been through this. There’s no need to thank me, okay?”

He squinted his eyes playfully, “I’m a stubborn man,”

She shook her head, grinning, “Ain’t that the truth,”

When the quiet settled in again, he pushed her torso forward, taking a washcloth and started to wash her back.

Y/N pulled her knees up, resting her head on it as he soaped her up.

Once she was all slippery, he used that as an advantage. Taking his fingers, he began to rub the muscles in her back, making her moan.

“Holy…” was all she got out, “You should have gone to massage therapy school,”

“I did. Had my degree and everything… that’s how it all started,”

Charlie rinsed her back, making sure that all the suds were gone. He pulled her against his chest, kissing her just below her ear.

“I was at a client’s home, some rich woman. I was young and dumb, she was young, dumb and beautiful. She gave me my first line and then another,”

Y/N sank her hands into the water, rubbing his thighs as he spoke.

“It became a regular thing and it was great from what I remember… or what I thought was great. Then one day, a few months later, I woke up after a night filled with drugs and sex to find her dead… she had overdosed.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.

Charlie nodded, holding her tightly to him.

“It’s in the past though… I want to keep it there. Besides,” he said, using his index finger to tip her face up to his, “I have a mighty damn fine future ahead of me,”

“Is that so?”

He barely nodded, looking down at her plush mouth, “Yep,”

Y/N smiled, meeting his lips. The kiss was slow, promising of what was to come for the couple.


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Big Bad Wolf (Negan/Reader Oneshot) (NSFW)

Summary: Little Red has wandered too far away from home, and she has caught the attention of the biggest, baddest wolf in the Sanctuary. 

(Female Reader)

Rated: Explicit


He had been nagging you about it for months.

Non-stop, ever since you had first stepped foot into the Sanctuary, there he had been, following you around like he was your shadow.

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the-friendly-faith-plate  asked:

Hows about Jesse walking in on his SO wearing his cowboy getup and trying to act like him? Sorry if this isn't very creative I'm unfortunately very tired ^^'

Okay. I love this prompt, so please don’t apologize. I legit giggled the entire time I was writing this. I love cute and flirty Jesse McCree.

“It’s High Noon.”

A mock southern drawl echoed through the halls of the Overwatch Headquarters, loud enough that Jesse McCree could hear them from across the base – and he wasn’t sure whether to grin or roll his eyes as he made his way towards the voice, and he knew exactly where it was coming from.

Reaching their bedroom, Jesse silently opens the door and leans against the doorframe, and there they were, leather chaps and gloves and chestplate and spurs and his hat and serape bow-leggedly walking in circles in front of the mirror, finger guns pointed at themselves in the mirror.

“I’m your huckleberry.”

They snickered as they tipped his hat into the mirror, other hand laced through the BAMF belt buckle and Jesse smirked as he snuck into their bedroom, careful to avoid being seen in the mirror’s reflection as he wrapped his arms around their waist, “Nice impression there darlin’.” He chuckled as they jumped as his lips pressed against their neck, and he can feel the heat rising to their neck and face. “I must admit you look mighty fine dressed up like that.” Trailing kisses up their neck he nips at their earlobe, “But I’d rather it be on your floor.”

1950′s!5sos: Luke (1956)

Word Count: 1790
Summary: Luke and his friends eat at the diner you work at.
Rating: PG (no smut in this)
Requested: No
Asterisks: The little asterisks behind some of the words are different slang terms used in the 1950′s, and at the bottom there will be a list of the slang used and what they mean.

You moved up and down between the booths and tables all day, your red and white dress swishing around your legs. The radio playing Elvis Presley’s new song Heartbreak Hotel. You bob your head up and down to the music when you aren’t taking orders. Tieing your apron once more, you grab your pad and pen and walk out onto the floor, ready to take orders. Your small heels clacked rather loudly on the hard floor, but the sound was muffled as the diner you worked in had become very busy nearing on dinner.

You walked towards your section, noticing that there were several tables full of people that needed attending to. You looked back into the kitchen to see if your coworker, and friend Judith had come in yet. You sighed as you noticed she was late again, meaning that you would probably have to take her section if she didn’t come in soon.

After taking several orders in our section, and refilling drinks, you went into the kitchen to see if the multitude of food for the three families you were serving were done yet.

“Y/N,” your bosses voice came from behind you. The older man had graying hair, and a nice look about him. He wasn’t rude, and he payed you well. You turned to him, your dress hitting your thighs as he starts talking again. “Jude just rang to let me know that she isn’t going to be coming in today, and I really need someone to take care of her section … especially those rowdy bundies* out there,” He nodded his head out to the floor, signaling that the clanked boys have returned. Again.

You looked back at your boss with wide eyes. “You want me to take their table?” You asked. He looked at you with sympathetic eyes, breathing in heavily. “Listen, Y/N, it’s only for a little bit, and if they give you trouble, just tell Ronny here and he’ll take care of it.” He says, pointing to the bigger 20-something year old, who could scare a man with just one look. “Ronny won’t mind, right Ron?” He asks, laughing a little. Ronny shakes his head, a small shy smile coming onto his mouth, eliminating the bull* look about him (everyone suspected he had a sweet spot for you, always doing whatever you asked, and always seeming to become a little shy when he’s around you).

Sighing again, you nod, telling him that someone else needs to bring the food out to the families. You pick up your pen again, and take a deep breath before walking out onto the floor. The boys were laughing at something, and although you weren’t anywhere near them yet, you could hear each boys distinct laugh. Some mothers glared at them, while their ankle-biters* finished their sundaes, the chocolate covering their small chins.

You suddenly became nervous, not equipped with the proper social tools of talking to the very handsome greasers*. You wiped your now sweaty hand on your apron, and walked up to their table, a bright smile on your face.

“Hello, I’m Y/N and I’ll be your waitress today, can I start you off with something to drink?” As soon as you began talking, all the boys attention was directed towards you. The one that you knew as Michael raked his eyes down your body, stopping at your breasts a little longer than the rest of you. Your cheeks turned a light shade of red, as you realized what he was doing, and you were met with a small chuckle from the darker skinned boy, and the one with his hair in a bandana (you believed it was Calum and Ashton, but you couldn’t be sure as you had only heard Judith talk about Michael and Luke who you had assumed was the blonde boy).

“Yeah babe*, you can actually … how about four chocolate milkshakes, and a kiss right here to go with it.” He said loudly, tapping his cheek. The boys all cracked up at that, but the blonde boy seemed to think it wasn’t as funny as the rest of them, only laughing a few times, compared to the others.

Over their laughter you managed to get out, “Ok, I’ll be right back with those.” And headed back into the kitchen, your cheeks now burning an alarming red. You stuffed your pad and pen into your apron pocket and walked towards the milkshake machine, grabbing four glasses on the way. You made sure to face the machine the entire time so none of your coworkers would see your face as you willed it to go back down to its original color. As you poured the shakes into their respected glasses, you grabbed a tray to fit them all on to.

Walking back out, you made sure to hold the tray carefully, as you didn’t want to have a spill. As you neared their table you noticed the blonde boy elbowing the one who looked as though he had hit the bottle one to many times. His face showed a small amount of anger, as if Michael had said something to upset him.

Setting the tray down on their table, you placed their drinks in front of them then took your pad back out. “Are you ready to order now, or do you need more time?” You asked sweetly, and when they replied that they were ready you took each of their orders, writing everything down fast so you could leave faster. As soon as they finished, you took your tray and sped down the isles, their eyes staring after you.

After delivering their orders to the cook, you walked back out onto the floor, taking others orders while you waited for the boys food to be done. All too soon though, you heard the ding of the bell, and your name being called, meaning that food was ready to be served. You grabbed the four plates, stacking them on your arms, and headed towards the table.

Setting down the plates in front of each boy, you once again wiped your hands on your apron. “If you need anything else, just let me know.” You smiled once more, hoping they wouldn’t need you again, then turned to walk away. But a voice cut in and said, “I still haven’t gotten that kiss, sweetheart!” Laughter followed this, but you just kept walking, not letting the unnecessary, and inappropriate comments get to you.

For the next hour, you waited and cleaned tables, waiting for your shift to end. The greasers were still sitting at the table, and as soon as they payed and left you’d be able to leave. You were started to become impatient, as you told your friends that you accompany them to a movie tonight, but the start time of the movie was nearing by the minute and they still hadn’t left.

You finally noticed the empty plates on the table, and quickly gathered their check. Reaching their table, you started gathering their plates after asking if they were finished. “Here’s the check, do you need me to make it separate, or are you good with just one check?” The tan one looked at them, smirked a little, then said, “Nah, I think we’re good … besides, Luke here has got it!” Three of the boys got up laughing, then hit Luke on the shoulder on the way out. Bandana boy whispered something into Lukes ear which caused him to blush a little. “Um, I’ll be right back out.” You say as you notice him starting to grab money from his wallet.

You speed walk back into the kitchen, setting the plates into the sink. You wash your hands quickly, thinking about how Luke looked while blushing. He was very good looking - probably the most good looking out of the whole gang - but the subtle red on his cheeks made him look younger; less rough around the edges. He seemed to be the nicest out of all of them, also. Every time you’d see them in town he’d always be the one to hang back a little bit, and not be the one to initiate fights, or races. But that didn’t mean it took away his “bad-boy” vibe. He definitely had that look going for him. With his black leather jacket, and slicked back hair, he had a whole hoard of girls going after him (and his group for that matter). Your mind shifted to different scenarios involving the young man (most of them making you blush).

You quickly shut off the water once you realized you had been standing there for a few minutes. Drying your hands, your walked back out, noticing Luke staring out the window. Approaching him, you saw that he had taken off his jacket, and all that he was left in was his white t-shirt that didn’t do much good in hiding his noticeable muscles.

Clearing your throat to gain his attention you said, “Are you all done?” He looked up at you and smiled, showing off his pearly teeth. “Uh, yea-yes I am done, here.” He handed you the money, and you counted it as he put his jacket on. You realized that he had given you an extra $10, and realizing that he was about to leave you said something. “Um, you gave me an $10 extra on accident.” He smiled again and said quietly, “Keep it … also I’m sorry about how my friends acted earlier. They shouldn’t have done that, even if you are very pretty.” You blushed at this, not really knowing what to say. “Oh, um, that’s fine, I just wasn’t used to it I guess …” You laughed nervously, looking down at your black shoes.

He suddenly looked nervous, as if he didn’t know what to say next. “Well, um, I know we like, just kinda met, well not kinda because I have definitely seen you around town before lots of times, but I mean, would you maybe wanna, I don’t know, go out sometime? I mean you don’t have to, but you seem mighty fine and you’re very pretty and …” he trailed off, his face as red as a tomato now.

“Oh, um, yeah, yes. That’d be great.” You said, smiling now, and your face equally as red.

“Ok, ok, that’s great, and I know where to find you so,” With his hand on the door, he winked and opened it. “Bye, babe.”

“Bye,” You said quietly, the smile still on your face.

You watched him walk out into the chilly fall air, and as soon as you couldn’t see him anymore, you walked to the back to get your stuff. A smile didn’t leave your face all night.

Slang
Babe - A cute girl
Bundie - A boy in need of a haircut
Bull - A big and strong athlete
Ankle-Biters - A child
Greaser - A guy with tons of grease in his hair

A/N: I’m going to write the other boys for this series also, but let me know if you want part two for this

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Magnus ran a thoughtful hand over his face as his…

“A mighty fine thing…” Evren laughed bitterly at Magnus’ words, then looked at him with a mournful expression; reaching out a hand, she touched his lower arm lightly, just above the wrist. He more than likely felt a tingle as she touched him; her sleeve slipped back a touch as she reached out, showing how her runic tattoos glowed with a faint golden light, their warding magic straining against his Chaotic aura. “Wouldn’t it just?”

She sighed, shook her head, but didn’t remove her hand. In fact, she held on tighter as if using him for literal support. Now for the big jump - one small step for Evren Anubis, one giant leap for the Tomb Jackals. A leap of faith, at that. Evren could only hope and pray (’Pray to who?’) that Magnus’ regret and remorse were geniune, that he wouldn’t betray her as he had their Father. Except… There was no time for that. Wheels were in motion and couldn’t be stopped; she had to get moving or be left behind.

“I called Apes a minute or two ago, he should be here in not too long. I… haven’t told him who I’m talking to, only that it’s urgent business with an old ally, and that we need to know about the machine. That we could have a new warband to unite with and a new mission. Hopefully he wouldn’t do anything stupid, but people do all sorts of things when you take them by surprise, am I right?”

Evren paused, looking him in the eye. “Look, Magnus, I… Sometimes… when everything starts falling apart, people do things they’d never imagine themselves doing. They’ll reach for any life-rope, any light in the darkness - anything to survive. Or get revenge. Anger and fear are more addling than any alcohol I’ve ever drunk. So… They lash out. They make mistakes. Do things they regret. When the red mist finally lifts, you look around you and… And you have no idea where you are, or even who you are anymore.”

Taking her hand off her brother’s arm, Evren rolled up her white linen shirt, exposing her long, muscular stomach and the symbol of Malal, glowering out at them in stark black-and-white. “Let’s just say you’re not the only one who made a mistake, little brother…”

Preference #13 : Countdown to meeting your soul mate - 4/4

Requested : Yes

Hey, could you do a preference based on the idea of having a timer that counts down the time before you meet your soul mate aka one of the guys? x thank youuuu :)

Rating : No smut

AN :  That was the most challenging request I’ve ever had and I really didn’t know what to do with that so I apologize if it’s bad

Ashton :

You were late once again; the traffic was terrible and you had to park a few blocks away from the radio. You started to run in the street with your folders tightly held against your chest; you soon reached the backdoor of the building and took the stairs to the top studio; you opened the door without paying much attention and immediately put the heavy things on the table as you started to unfold your scarf. “I’m so sorry, I know I’m late but I actually have a good-” you started but stopped suddenly; as soon as you lifted your head you met two hazel eyes and you found yourself totally unable to breathe. The boy was looking at you with an equally chocked expression and you hurriedly checked your timer to see a blinking 0 shine on it. “Oh my” you breathed as you looked at him once more; you had absolutely no idea who he was but he was looking mighty fine; a bandana kept his messy hair out of his face and he was wearing a Nirvana shirt.

“I huh… I’m (Y/N) and I work here” you said before blushing deeply as you realized that was probably the stupidest thing to say. “Well nice to meet you, I’m Ashton, and I’m in a band” he answered with self-assurance as your lips formed a perfect ‘o’. He smiled at you and your lips curled up at the end because your soul mate’s smile was the single most beautiful thing in the world. 

Calum :

Today was the day; in a few minutes you’d lay your eyes on your soul mate for the first time. Your timer was currently indicating that you only had 5 minutes left and your heart was already pounding in your chest. You knew you were supposed to stick up to your plans, to do whatever you’d scheduled that day and just let fate do its job but you really didn’t feel good in the middle of this crowd. Everybody was dancing and jumping around, waiting for one of your favorite bands to come on stage but you really weren’t feeling in the mood.

You were hastily looking around, moving your head in all directions as you searched the crowd for someone who’d be as lost as you were but everyone seemed to just be waiting for the show. The 4 boys finally appeared and everyone cheered as they waved and spoke a few words in the mics. You were beyond nervous as your timer read 1 minute and 15 seconds.

“Hey guys, thank you all for coming tonight I know we’re all going to have a really good time…” Ashton started as everyone screamed and clap. “Yeah… Thing is huh… We have a little problem because Calum’s timer indicates that he’s supposed to meet his soul mate in less than a minute now and I think he’s really nervous about it… Huh, I think we can all say we’re glad to be able to be here when it happens and whoever that person is; I’d like to personally say you better make sure you keep Calum happy because he deserves it and we all now he’ll make you happy, whoever you are… Huh we’ll probably just-“

Everything stopped around you as Calum’s eyes fell on you while he was scanning the crowd of people in front of him. His lips parted and you felt it too, that little bound that instantly formed the exact moment your eyes met; it was just like the people around you had disappeared and it was just the two of you.

“Huh… I think… I think I just found her” Calum shyly said in his mic; “and huh… Gosh I’m lucky she’s gorgeous!” he added as everyone turned to you and you felt your cheeks heating up. “Okay, I think maybe we could give them a few minutes backstage, yeah, then Calum you come back here and do what you do best!” Ashton announced as a security guy grabbed your hand and led you toward the side of the stage. 

Luke : 

Your foot was nervously taping on the floor as you watched the seconds fly away on your timer. You were waiting in line for a tea at a coffee shop and you were apparently supposed to meet your soul mate very soon. Truth was you woke up in an awfully bad mood and you didn’t really feel like meeting anyone at all so you just kept your head down and hoped that somehow nothing would happen.

You ordered your tea and you didn’t even notice your fingers drumming on the counter as you paid for your drink; you checked your timer one last time to see that something was supposed to happen in 3 seconds. You felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around nervously; in front of you stood a very tall, very blond, and very blue eyed boy. He was smiling at you and your heart stopped as you took him in; he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on and something was happening between the two of you. It was evident, it was almost palpable, it was in the air that separated your bodies and it made it hard for you to breathe.

“How…How did you know it was me?” you asked after a while and he chuckled slightly as he took your hand. “You just seemed quite nervous … So yeah, I figured” he confessed before pulling you in a warm hug. You immediately wrapped your arms tightly around him as a huge smile appeared on your face, your bad mood no longer haunting you as you laid in your soul mate’s arms. 

Michael : 

Something really big was about to happen and there was a part of you that already knew the whole story. You were just about to interview the Australian band 5 Seconds of Summer and your timer was basically telling you that one of them was your soul mate. You’d actually known for weeks but you’d forced yourself to not search them up on google because you were too afraid to pick a favorite and be disappointed in the end.

“They’re here” you colleague informed you and you gave him a quick nod as he stepped to the side and let the four tall boys come in. The first one to walk in was a brown-haired boy that had a few tattoos on his arms; he smiled at you and you smiled back but nothing really happened. You caught sight of a few strands of red hair behind him as he walked over to the sofa; the second boy to enter was a really white man, with red hair and an eyebrow piercing, his head was turned to the side as he was talking with one of his band mates behind.

He froze in the doorway as soon as he turned his head to greet you. It was him, you knew it; you could feel it. You immediately started to smile as a tall blond guy bumped into him from behind.

You saw him turn around quickly and he grabbed his friend’s forearm before tugging on it. “Luke, it’s her” he whispered and you were suddenly scared… What if he was disappointed? What if he thought you’d be different and liked the daydream version better?

“Dude, I’m a lucky son of a bitch” he added excitedly before turning back to you and walking directly toward you. He hugged you tightly and placed his lips on your ear as you wrapped your arms around his back; “I’m Michael” he whispered with a soft voice. “(Y/N)” you answered before burying your head in the crook of his neck… Cherry on top: He smelled heavenly good 

A Lightened Soul

Ah, here it is at last! I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter. It is the ending of part one of this story and probably one of the last linear chapters. There will be more of these two, never fear! Also it’s nsfw in the last part. And it’s Jamie’s pov! Wooo. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

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The landscape of Scotland had never looked brighter. The rolling, majestic mountains seemed something from a movie. The vibrant colors of the hillside glistened in the sun and the snow atop them was like white velvet. Alba had always had a magic about the country, a special something that took the breath away of everyone who saw her.

But there was something that made the air all the sweeter and the skies bluer now. And Jamie knew exactly what is was.

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to gaze at her. His wife. Finally.

Her dark brown hair was blowing in every direction as the wind ran through through it from the open window of the car. The yellow sunlight set off all the colors in the mass of curl tumbling around. He saw the light strands running along with the darker ones, dancing in a hypnotic motion that never failed to enchant him.

The ivory skin of her neck was visible from her blue, deep V-neck shirt. The dark blue making her skin look like peaches and cream, sweet and soft. How he wanted to worship every inch of that opal skin over and over again for the rest of his time on earth.

And then as she sensed his gaze, as she sensed so many things about him, her eyes turned to look at him. Those eyes that had bewitched him from the start. The whiskey colored eyes that were fierce as a hawk but tender as the night sky. Eyes he wanted to look into for the rest of time.

She smiled at him as she felt his gaze, her face soft and excited as they drove into their new future, their new life together. Jamie remember the same look as he saw her the first time the day of their wedding.


Murtagh clasped his rough hand hard on Jamie’s knee, which had been bouncing up and down like a jack rabbit. They were standing in the empty kitchen of Claire’s flat. The walls were barren and the boxes gone, packed away in the moving van they were driving to Scotland in a few days.

For a couple nights, they would stay in a romantic cottage Jamie had found, away from the city and away from anything that could possibly distract them for each other. A isolated place in the world in the wild country side to just soak each other in.

“Keep yer calm, lad,” his Godfather said with an exasperated look. “She will be out in a moment. Ye can go a few minutes without her.”

Jamie rolled his eyes, but tried at least to stop his tapping. They were going down to city hall in but an hour to become man and wife. He was going to marry the love of his life at last. After so much trouble and so much to overcome, they were finally going to be joined offically. He felt it hard to believe it had only been four months since she had come into his life.

In his pocket, he felt the reassuring wait of his mother’s pearls that he planned to give to Claire as soon as she appeared to him. The thought of putting the gems around her elegant neck made him shiver with pleasure.

But there was that overwhelming moment of grief that took his breath away at the thought of his parents. The beauty of the future dimmed a little at the thought of those who will be unable to share it.

Jamie hadn’t put too much thought into his wedding when he was a lad, but he had always thought that he would marry a Scottish girl and have a small wedding at Lallybroch. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Now, on the eve of marrying a Sassenach and going down to city hall, he couldn’t help but picture a different image.

One where Claire walked down an aisle to him made out of  the grass and flowers of his land. He saw his mother and father beaming with pride as they watched their son marry at the home they had built together. He saw Jenny sitting with Willie, his brother long passed, and felt another pang of grief at his complicated relationship with one of the only family members he had left.

Jamie could almost feel the wind against his skin and the leaves crunching under his feet as he shut his eyes. The feeling was overwhelming and he fought the tears back as he waited for his bride.

Bittersweet, he believed was an appropriate word for today. For in a few hours, he would marry his soul mate and the future mother of his children, who he loved more the universe. But it would be without his family by his side and without Claire’s. But perhaps, they would be there with him.

For he was a walking legacy of the story his parents had written when they eloped so many years ago. The pressure of the pearls against his hand was the reassuring pat of his mother’s hand he had felt so many times as a boy.

“Jaime,” Murtagh jabbed him with his elbow, interrupting his thoughts as there was a creek of the bathroom door.

As Claire peeked out of the door and his eyes met hers, he almost felt dizzy, as if his eyes were seeing something so magnificent, his mind couldn’t truly comprehend it at once.

Her face glowed and was flushed pink with pleasure at the most likely idiotic face he was making. Slowly, she stepped out of the shadow of the door and revealed a beautiful and simple white dress.

It fit her body like a glove, ivory wrapped around ivory with details of lace here and there. A bit taller because of the tan wedges, she was stunning.

And he couldn’t manage a word. Cocking one eyebrow, she walked towards him with a smile and he dimly noticed Murtagh had left to go out in the hall.

Twirling her way to him, he watched, bewitched, as her dress floated back around her like a cloud.

“You,” he croaked, “You are so beautiful, Claire.”

His voice was cracked with emotion and her eyes grew tender as she watched him. A hand as elegant as marble reached to cup his face, “You look mighty fine yourself, soldier.”

Smiling, he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers, “ready?”

Her sparkling golden eyes opened to his, light with love and excitement that he knew she saw in his. “Let’s go.”


“What are you thinking about?”

Jamie smiled like a man who had just won the lottery and he supposed in one way, he had.

“You,” he teased with a quick smile in her direction while keeping a careful eye on the winding roads.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, her warm breath causing him to break out in goose bumps. Her full lips lingered on his skin, brushing back and forth.

“Anything in particular?”

He jumped as her teeth bit into his earlobe. “The way ye looked at our wedding.”

“Oh, well, don’t let me interrupt,” she said and smiled, pleased with herself, as she sat back into her seat, crossing her long legs. Legs he wanted wrapped around his waist as soon as they got to the inn they would stay at tonight. He could still feel those heels digging into his arse from the nights previous.


The whole day seemed something from a dream. Jamie desperately tried to take in every detail of every minute of this day that would forever be engraved in his mind. A day they would tell their children about and a day they would celebrate until they left this earth.

It was a day to never be forgotten and Jamie knew that. His life, her life would forever be changed and twined into an unbreakable string. A string formed of iron and forged with enough power to overcome anything.

And so he so desperately tried to take a mental picture. The way the morning light made her eyes look like pure honey and cast a candle like glow on her face. The way her hands felt in his as the Justice of Peace stood in front of them finally. The glimmer of the pearls against her bonny skin.

The way her lips mouthed the words I love you as the justice read monotonously to them. The flickering light that blinked over them, the smell of spring from the air freshener in the office, the fuzzy carpet under his shoes.

But in the end, all he needed to remember was they way she looked at him and the way her eyes melted as he looked back at her the same way.

“I do,” she said reverently and carefully as if those were the most important words she had ever spoken and ever would speak.

Jamie gave up trying to hold back the tear that was forming in his eye and let it roll down his cheek in the rawness of the moment.

Claire’s eyes got glassy at the sight and she bit her bottom lip as it trembled and she reached up to brush the tear away.

“I do,” he said back to her, his voice full of love and passion.

And then he slipped the wee sliver ring – his mother’s wedding ring- onto her ring finger. A band that was symbolic of so much. So much history, so much love.

Claire didn’t want an engagement ring, but something simple and elegant. Jamie had immediately known that it was the right choice. He had had it since he went to the middle east for the first time.

His father had clasped him on the shoulder the day before he left and gave him the ring.

“This is not only for a lass that ye will cherish and love one day,” his father had said gruffly. “It will serve now to remind ye of home. Of us. No matter how far ye go, we’ll always be with ye. And that yer mother will be minding you for us.”

And she did. And so was his father as he watched the light reflect off the polished silver on Claire’s hand.

Her wee fingers then firmly smoothed his own ring onto his finger. A simple band to match hers.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Jamie barely heard the older man’s voice as he cupped Claire’s face as if she was as delicate as the flowers that she held and kissed his wife for the first time.


Jamie grabbed her hand and kissed the band that would never leave her finger. He glanced in the rear view mirror to see Murtagh in the car behind them. Faithful as ever. And one of the main reasons that helped him make peace with the decision to move back home and to try and mend his relationship with Jenny.

He and his sister still hadn’t spoken since his father’s death. There was an empty space in his heart missing and he knew he would have to mend it. It gave him comfort to know that when the time came to revisit the past, he would have his wife and Godfather by his side.


The rumblings from the uncomfortable justice didn’t interrupt their kiss, but when Murtagh patted Jamie on the back with an excited and proud hum, their embrace broke apart.

Jamie turned to see Murtagh with a smile – bigger than Jamie had ever seen on him – and his heart swelled.

Murtagh came and wrapped them both in a big hug. The ole sap.

“Congratulations,” he mumbled as he stepped back a bit self-consciously, clearly overtaken by the moment.  

Claire stepped and kissed his red cheek. “Thank you.”

Jamie laughed and wrapped his arm around his wife and the other around Murtagh. And he thanked God for his family and all the love that he had been given in his life. He felt the ghost of his parents and brother wrap their arms around the three of them.


“How much longer, solider?”

He glanced down at his phone attached to the dashboard. “About another 40 minutes until the inn ye found online.”

“Hmm,” she shut the medical book she had been browsing and squinted into the setting sun in front of them.

She placed the book back in the bag on the floor and leaned her head against his arm, wrapping her arm around his bicep. The gentle scratches of her nails made him shiver in excitement. Those fingernails were vivid in his memory of their wedding night.


“Ach! Christ, woman!” He panted. “Are ye trying to kill me?”

The vibrations of her laugh tickled his sensitive skin. Those leopard eyes snapped back to his as quick as a snake and flashed those white teeth that just bit into the inside of his thigh.

“I’m just exploring, husband,” she purred. Her nose brushed against him and he shivered in anticipation.

“I do believe that ye have explored there before, wife.”

His eyes closed in bliss as he felt the heat of her mouth. “Well, I didn’t have a thorough enough inspection.”

“Ugkk,” he moaned as she wrapped her lips around him, centering him. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this, but it was the first time as his wife. And that feeing only added to the pulsing pleasure that rained through his veins.

He moved his hands to wrap in her curls. “Oh, Claire,” he breathed.

And when he moved inside her for the first time that night, Jamie felt like was divine. His hips moved slowly against hers and he felt her quivering from the inside.

The tips of her breasts brushed his chest and her mouth was glued to his own. Their breath mingling together, making it seem like they were giving each other life. Her wee noises made him harder inside of her and he couldn’t help but groan into her mouth in response.

“Jamie,” she sighed into him, closing her eyes as she was overcome with sensation.

He slowed his rhythm as he brushed a stray hair from her sweaty forehead. It was another image he never wanted to forget. His wife come undone, a sight no one would ever see but him from this point on.

His body tensed as the feeling of her starting to overwhelm him. Leaning his forehead against her, nose to nose, her whispered to her how much he loved her. And when she let go, he fell with her.


Jamie picked up her other hand and kissed the inside of her palm while keeping a firm hand on the wheel. A thought came to him suddenly as he watched his first sunset back in his country.

“Ye know what, mo nighean donn?”

She kissed his ring in response, “what’s that?”

“You’re a Sassenach now.”

That’s right. Your mouth is looking mighty fine right now dad. I know how much you like me face fucking your throat until I cum deep and you swallow every drop of my spunk.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request an exo scenario in which you move in a new apartment. This new apartment, however, happens to be exo's apartment as well. You didn't know they lived there until you got in the elevator and saw Luhan,Kai, and sehun ( or any members). You were freaking out, and didn't want them to now you were a fan until your phone starts ringing. The ringtone is exo's overdose. Sorry if it's too long. I hope it makes sense. Good luck on your blog! FIGHTING! THANK YOU!

Omfg yay yay yay my heart is skipping. I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO. Thanks for the ask gurl~~~ Please give me feedback bc i wanna know if i suck or not lol.

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(This may be a tad long but I hope you like it)

Finally.

I AM AN ADULT.

Okay so maybe not, but hey I finally got my new apartment and it was all WITHOUT my parents help.

Yep.

I know.

I’m cool.

And honestly who would’ve thought this overly swaggy chick would be able to live on her own without any assistance what so ever. But to be honest I wasn’t even surprised my parents didn’t want to help me with my apartment in the first place. I mean…It’s not like I spent most of my paychecks on some stuff…

some…Exo …stuff… .

Just ya know… A couple of shirts… .And CD’s… . And Posters … .And some plane tickets to see them half around the world on a first class ride…

Just normal everyday stuff…  nothing much …

The time was already 8:10 PM, and in case you don’t know what that means then i’ll tell you. Are you ready?

Are you readdyyyy?????

mkay. I’ll tell you.

I’VE BEEN WAITING 3 HOURS OUTSIDE IN THE FRIEKEN COLD. 3 HOURS. 3 HOURS. YOU KNOW HOW MANY HOURS??? THREE. TRES. TROIX. Why you might ask? Well i’m waiting for the stupid moving-guy losers to help me take my crud to my new place. 

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