Waiting For My Dad To Get Home To He Can Drive Me And I Feel Like A Lover Waiting For Their Husband Who's

waiting for my dad to get home to he can drive me and I feel like a lover waiting for their husband who's lost at sea

I'm a fucking idiot and i can't work tumblr so i lost the ask but shoutout to @bookobsessedram for submitting this ask.

TF141 Coffee orders when they're not on missions:

Okay so starting with Gaz, like we talked about, i think he's secretly into super sugary drinks when he's at home. like the ones that are so sweet you can barely even tell they're coffee anymore. i think he'd also be down to try an affogato if given the chance!

Simon is an annoying ass brit and sticks to his tea as you might assume. he appreciates his routine and doesn't like change. if y'all are together tho, he might have a sip of whatever you're having. and if he secretly likes it more than his tea, he'll drink even more of it than you do and will continue insisting that he hates it. you can see right through him, though. and bonus points if it's also a super frilly drink that he insists are inferior to traditional tea.

Price on the other hand, normally goes for a black coffee BUT isn't opposed to a more tame espresso drink of some sort. like a vanilla latte or maybe some hazelnut! He's down to experiment with flavors but he's like my grandma and hates iced coffee. it has to be boiling and he burns himself but he doesn't care cause he's an idiot (i love him)

And Soap, my beloved. he is every barista's nightmare. he has a seemingly normal order but adds like 15 things to it. multiple pumps of 3 different syrups, cold foam, cinnamon on top, etc. he needs it extra cold or extra hot, and he always get the largest size they hvae. he's like the senorita awesome girl who orders the pumpkin spice latte piping hot and then is like oh jk but soap's deadass. and everyone dogs on my boy for not having such a small amount of coffee in his drink but he can't bring himself to care cause he knows they're miserable having bitter tea and coffee.

craaaaazy how my back started arching

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NIC!! may i propose slow dancing in the kitchen with simon? like he would have just came back from a really rough day, and seeing you humming along some sappy song while cooking dinner makes him all warm :( HE WOULD BE SO QUICK TO WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOU AND SWAY WITH YOU!!

my darling ruru!! of course you may propose this, my heart is all warm and fuzzy at the thought. super quick one but eeeeek. i love him terribly.

standing in simon's kitchen, the sound of the pan sizzling and music softly playing from your phone filled the room. texting you earlier in the day, simon had asked for you to come over tonight. no explanation or reason, just that he needed to see you and figured a relaxed night in would be nice. and having a spare key to his home, you figured you would head over while he was still out in an effort to surprise him with dinner as opposed to ordering take out.

distracted by the noises of the kitchen and humming along to your music, the sound of the door opening and closing didn't catch your attention. so, when arms securely found their way around your waist you couldn't help but jolt in response.

"lucky it's jus' me," the familiar voice quickly soothed your anxiety thinking it was a stranger.

"could've announced yourself," tilting your head to the side slightly, you glanced up at him and saw the tired smile painted on his face. "everything alright?"

"mhm," he hummed and gave your waist a gently squeeze that pulled you closer to him. his nose brushed against you neck as his body swayed to the music still coming from you phone. "better now. shit day, but didn't expect you here makin' dinner f' me."

letting him sway back and forth with you while you cooked, you finished up with the food on the stove and shut the burner off. turning around in his arms, your hands reached to give his biceps a squeeze while you leaned forward to place a kiss on his chest before looking up at him. "go get changed and i'll have the food ready by the time you come down," you told him, but he shook his head in response.

"wanna finish the song first," simon explained, placing a kiss on top of your head. "keep hummin' too."

and after two more songs came on, only then did he let you slip away from his hold to finish up setting up dinner while he headed to go change. his hand reaching for his phone in his back pocket to quickly make note of the first song.

hair pulling - cpt. john price

your eyes foggy and eyelids heavy with your jaw slack and mouth hanging open. you're on your stomach, cheek pressed firmly against the mattress as john grips your hair tightly, pushing your face down against the bedsheets as he rocks his broad hips into you. your sopping wet pussy swallows his large size so well, taking each inch while you moan out and pant desperately, gripping the bedsheets as he continues to pound into your wet cunt.

“ain’t‘cha jus’ a pretty doll... made to take my’cock, hm?” he chuckles deeply, grunting gutturally as he pumps his wet and veiny dick into your tightening hole, while you pant heavily like a dumb dog in heat, your ass painful from being spanked repetitively. his grip is bound to leave indents and bruises on your hips, flesh and fat spilling from his fingers when he kneads your ass with his large and calloused hands, fucking deep into you and groaning loudly as he throws his head back.

you're already feeling so, so full, your ass sore and hips aching from his grip. you whimper when he tugs at your hair, forcing you to arch your back and look at him over your shoulder while he continues to fuck his meaty cock into your slick folds. he grips your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he chases his release, teasing you for coming undone on his lengthy cock, droplets of your sweet arousal dripping down his dick before he fucks his hot, white and milky cum into you, smacking against your cervix while he grinds his teeth together.