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April 6

#1917

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another dean-charles chapman fancam, here u go xoxo

#dean #I LOVE THIS

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Rose pâle

Paris!DeanCharlesChapman

#i love this #dean

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bILL BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL BI

#yeah exactly #gm

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thigh riding - dean-charles chapman (18+ ish)

requested: yes/no

warning: not COMPLETE filth but jesus would be ashamed

i will get round to the rest of request, this has just been on my mind nd i really gotta put it into words

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#um YEAH!!!!!! #dean recs

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He kneels beside Blake’s body. Impotent.

#1917

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#gm #thotkg #HE MAKES MY HEART GO WOOOOSH

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hiiii im a new account and will b posting some dean and george imagines!!!! will be following fellow fan pages/ fanfic accounts as well!!! 

#george mackay #dean charles chapman #1917 #game of thrones #marrowbone #sunshine on leith

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Holding Out (Dean Charles Chapman x reader)

A knock at the door. 

“Hmm I was just thinking of y-” you begin to say before his lips put a halt to yours.

“Love you have no idea,” he says. It’s Dean, his hair is messy, and you had promised each other you would stay in separate rooms tonight. 

Without missing a beat, he comes inside the room and begins taking off your jacket. He rubs your arms and runs his hands down to your waist. Before he gets too handsy, you say

“Woah easy there tiger. I have somewhere to be soon,”

He kisses you again and stares. 

“You serious...?” he asks, face still dangerously close to yours.

“I was just on my way out, you coming with me?”

“How much time’ we got then?” he says asking impatiently.

You get up and walk toward the door and dangle the key in between your finger. He gets up and grabs your jacket for you, placing it over your shoulders and kissing my neck as he stands behind you. 

Your lips wrestle some more in the hallway before you stop and stare at him. He leans in to kiss you but you turn away and walk ahead. It drives him crazy. 

He holds your hand down the elevator, kissing it before you both walk out. Walking toward a crowd of men, Dean wasn’t one to act insecure. He knew how crazy you are for him, because he is for you as well. He does however, put a hand on your waist. He lowers them, not too much, but just enough to put his thumb through the belt buckle of your pants. You look at him. 

He drives fast in your car, so when you put on the radio he glances over. There’s tension in the air that you both don’t want to address just yet so you let it linger just a little longer. 

You sway a little to the music as he smiles to himself. Not too long after, he turns into an empty lot. Without hesitating or even pausing to think about it, you both get out of the car to get into the backseats. As you lay on the seats he holds your waist and helps you get my pants off. 

“You tease,” he says.

“Mmmm” you say back.

You help his shirt come off, he helps with yours. He kisses parts all over your body and makes a lot of sweet gestures that come before sweet sounds of pleasure that fill the car. Eventually, after the car has been fogged up with our breaths and the rock playlist from your phone has stopped, you realize how long you two have been sitting naked, in an empty lot. 

You kiss his lips softly and hold the back of his neck. Before he goes to kiss your chest again you stop him.

“Dean,” you say to get his attention. His attention is on you, straddling his waist but not on what you’re trying to say just yet. 

“Dean,” you say one more time. He looks up and you can feel him through his pants.

“I really.... I really do have to go to this meeting,” you say tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. I rub his earlobe to relax him. You know he’s still adrenaline filled: he’s sweaty, his cheeks are as rosy as ever, and he’s still panting just the tiniest bit. 

“Can’t you be late?” he pleads.

Mmmm-mmm you say, negating what he says. He takes a big sigh and kisses your cheek one more time. 

“Wait there,” he says as he puts his clothes back on. While he gets out of the car and takes another look around, just to make sure we were actually alone, you put your shirt back on. 

He opens the door for you, and holds your hand as you get out of the car. You kiss once more passionately and enter the passenger seat again. He begins driving, smiling with his hand over the back of your chair. He is in love, you are in love. 

#dean charles chapman #dean charles chapman x reader #dean charles chapman imagines #dean charles chapman fanfic #1917 #game of thrones

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White. 

Petals float on it, a patchwork blanket. 

Cherry Blossom. 

Schofield is swept through the white petals. Schofield raises an arm from the water and sees the petals clinging to him.

Blake.

1917 (2019) dir. Sam Mendes

#1917