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"but you'll enjoy it, luv,"

"again, no, gaz," althea didn't look at her husband as her back was turned to him. "you know i'm terrified of heights."

gaz was trying to convince his wife to get on the rollercoaster with him, and she flat out refusing to. gaz walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist gently.

"luv, i promise," gaz began softly against her neck. "i won't let anything happen to you."

althea glanced over her shoulder at gaz and kept a frown painted on her lips. "gaz, no," she said again. "i am absolutely terrified of heights and i refuse to get on it."

gaz pouted softly. "please, luv," he pleaded quietly against her ear, nipping her earlobe. "just once."

althea began feeling bad and sighed softly. "fine. just once." she bluntly stated to him. her long brown hair hitting his face with the breeze. "no more after that."

"yes, ma'am."

surprisingly, althea enjoyed the ride, despite clinging to gaz the whole time. her heart hammered in her chest and her stomach dropped more than once.

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“What?” you turn over your shoulder, “John, years of your life have been dedicated to this' ' John continued to scrub the dishes as if commenting on the weather, and not leaving a career he’s been in for over 20 years.

“It’s all going to be alright, I’ve got savings, Love” He said crossing the kitchen to hold your hands, “we’ll be alright.”

“You love your job” you urge squeezing his hands, “I don’t understand”

He dropped his hold on you, wringing his hands ``I- I’ve done a lot of things. Unforgivable things. But the bullshit orders they’ve been passing out lately, I just can’t justify it.” He steps forward again, slipping his hands into the soft plushes of your hips, your hands trail up his arms finding his neck, “I just rationalise the orders”

You shift your hands to cup his face, leaning back allowing him to curve himself over you, leaning in you ask “can you tell me?” He slowly shakes his head, “okay” you stand back up, clapping your hands together “Now, what about our boys?”

Leaning back with an appreciative chuckle tightening his grip on you, “My lads will follow me wherever I go”

basically, i just thinking about one of the boys between readers soft plush thighs — he just had a moody day or simply tired, and you just sitting so pretty and in your own thoughts with your legs softly spread, so there is no way one of them is resisting his own wants and ducks his head between your legs, earning himself a soft giggle and scratches on the head, fingers intertwined with strands of hair 🩹

now my head is empty)

wrote gaz for this—hope u don’t mind!! can always rewrite with another character<3

sorry it’s short, been tired today

after heading to work with a headache, working for hours—and having johnny constantly take the piss out of him, kyle was bound to be exhausted!! slugging in through the front door, closing it behind him as he set his gear down and heading to ur shared room<3

would be so glad to see you sat on the bed, phone in your hand as you relaxed against the pillows, scrolling through your social media—looking up at him as he entered.

‘have a good day?’

‘..eh, it was okay.’

he shrugged, throwing himself down onto the bed, kissing your cheek before resting his head atop yours, playing with your hair.

‘exhausted, though. johnnys a bloody tosser.’

you giggled, watching gaz lean across the end of the bed to turn the gaming console on, lifting the xbox remote before sitting back, casually snuggling between your thighs; your brow cocking up

he was just so content, head pressing against the soft fat of your thigh, mashing at the buttons on the controller absentmindedly .

‘comfy?’

‘mhm, very comfy—if i do say so myself.’

kyle smirked, kissing the inside of your calf as your legs moved to hang over his shoulders, head squeezed between your soft leg pillows, your nails combing over his scalp; soft purr-like rumbles falling from his chest.

adores using your thighs to destress, kneading it like dough between his palms, kissing and nipping the soft skin with his teeth!! your hand gently brushing over his frizzy hair, leaning over and peppering his cheeks in kisses!!

“We loved with a love that was more than love.” – Edgar Allan Poe from Annabel Lee