#jamescook x reader

[circois]

COWBOYS AND ANGELS

meeting

general warnings 4 this series: reader is described using feminine clothing and pronouns, dearest writer has very little knowledge of bristol or the uk, lowercase intended, smut, piv, afab!reader, james can be a lil' ooc! mentions of parties, alcohol, drugs, usual skins stuff. will try to keep it at a minimum.

pairing: shy!lovergirl reader x james cook

tags: @meatplush @ilovecowboysyouknowthat @h3r3t1c

living in bristol wasn't your favorite thing, it was so lame — until you stumbled upon james cook.

you wouldn't say it was a romantic introduction, it was so far from that.

it was around 12 am, you had been walking back home from the fitch household after a hangout with emily and katie — who you had met a shop, before your first day of school.

you had been attending private school for a while before they 'nicely' kicked you out after your mom could no longer afford paying the raising fees.

anyway, walking through bristol wasnt as fun as it sounded, especially considering where your new home was located – which wasn't such a great part. but it was your new home.

"oi," you turn around, startled at the voice of a man — who appeared to be around your age actually. "got a light?" he asks as he walks up to you, checking you out.

you furrow your brows and shake your head, "no.. no i dont sorry." he nods and puts the cigarette back in his jacket pocket, standing beside you now, "where ya' going?" he raises his brow and smiles softly. "its not safe for ya'."

you shrug and feel your checks flush – you weren't one to make conversation with anyone just out and about. especially not guys, everyone makes you quite nervous and you get all awkward.

"cook's the name. i go to roundview college, casually." he holds out his hand for you to shake, which you do, telling him your name and his introduction kind of warmed you up. "say, i'll walk you?" you nod and begin walking.

"you go to roundview?" he asks as he kicks a rock. "i start tomorrow." he hums and smirks, "guess you've got a familiar face to look for." you chuckle, "i've got friends."

he nods, "'s that where you've come from? friends house? or a party?" you side eye him and scoff, "im not dressed for a party." he glances your way one more time before keeping his eyes forward. "i think you're lying."

you gasp and stop in your steps causing him to stop and turn, "you dont even know me! you're trying to get me into some emotional distress or something." he shakes his head, "why would i bother you with such difficulties?" you narrow your eyes at him, a scoff slipping past your lips.

you begin walking again, cook following in your steps. "have you got a boyfriend?" you let out a giggle at the question, you knew he would ask it eventually – he seems like the guy who would. "no. you? a girlfriend i mean. unless you're not..?" you bite your lip at the words that you just put together for him.

he laughs at you, head thrown back and all. "i fancy women, thank you."

you push his shoulder lightly, your cheeks flushed from embarrassment. "no girl ever loves the cookie monster." you stop walking and turn to face him. "oi, if you're gonna keep stopping let me know."

"take it back." you mumble, "what?" "take the nickname back." you say rubbing your eyes. "the cookie monster?" "yeah." he does a little turn before fixing his hair, "you dont like it? 's what my girls call me. cookie."

you exhale and shake your head, "its foul. i loathe it." you lift your hands up in dramatization. "and girls? you get around, dont you?" he chuckles and smirks, "everyone likes a cookie."

you scrunch your nose in annoyance of the repeating nickname, half of it is disgust.

"oh, come on. smile, love." he says as he lifts your chin with his finger— you stop, he stops. "pretty." he whispers. "my house is there" you whisper back, pointing towards the house behind him.

he turns, his finger slipping from the warmth of your chin. "nice." he says as he sighs, "well, you're home safe. and i've gotta find a light and head back to mine." you nod and smile, walking up to your front steps. "see you again?" you ask as you turn to face him, his back briefly facing you before he turns.

"can't get enough of the cookie?" you groan in annoyance. "way to ruin the moment, cook!"

circois

(divider by saradika-graphics)

[circois]

CHOSEN , 2

warnings: smut , piv , cursing , non-british attempts to use british slang , breast play/sucking , mention of taking anti-pregnancy pills , nicknames (baby/babe, angel, doll, slut) , finger sucking , afab!reader , clit stimulation , cook is big , just pure filth , & intended lowercase

requested: by anon!

summary: cook and you had been avoiding eachother for a while, eventually you two end up seeing eachother in his apartment— you all soaked from the rain and him all shirtless? something was bound to happen. and happen, it did.

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circois: i suck at smut!! if something is wrong, do let me know !!

masterlist? check tags!

you had been sat in the steps of college for a few minutes now, your journal in hand and your pencil between your teeth. you were working on a piece for your mom's newspaper “something nice, sweet, but important!” she said. however, you were one of the talented writers and you also wanted to pursue journalism, so at the end of the day– this was helping you.

"babe?" you turn to spot james behind you, lighting up a cigarette. you roll your eyes and begin packing your things up in your shoulder bag. "hey, hey? talk to me, please." he whispers, his hand on your wrist, "i miss you." "put that out." and he does, stepping on the cigarette with his boot to light it out.

he lets go of your wrist, his hands making their way to the pocket of hus iconic red jacket. "its over with effy." he looks down, his eyes taking you in from head to toe. "is it really?" you ask, looking at his face, examining his expression.

"yes, yes." he shrugs and smiles at you, "can we meet tonight?" you groan and shake your head, but you can't hold yourself back, "yeah." he smiles and steps closer, kissing your forehead.

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you begin speed walking as the rain starts to fall harder, your top tightens around you as it gets wet, you finally reach the door to his apartment complex, taking off your flats as you reach the elevator, a sound of annoyance leaving your mouth alongside mumbled curses.

you step out of the elevator as you reach his floor, walking to his and knocking on the door, "it's me." you say over the door, he could be heard moving inside, opening the door to reveal a towel around his waist and him face-to-face with your wet self from the rain and your nipples visible from your top and absent bra.

"hello." he clears his throat and lets you in— closing the door behind you, "uh, sorry the rain caught you." you shake your head and begin undressing, "lend me your clothes, eh?" he nods and points to his closet, "whatever's clean." you smile and slip out of your skirt, leaving you with only your panties on.

before you could move to grab anything from his closet, your trapped between his arms, cupping your face and his lips on yours. he pushes you back into his bed. him now ontop of you, between your legs.

you moan into the kiss and your hands move to remove the towel from his waist.

"fuck, i missed you." he whispers as he removes your panties, throwing them beside your wet clothes and his towel on the floor. "yeah? dickhead. didn't acknowledge me for a week." you bite his lip, drawing blood but that doesnt stop the kiss from getting deeper. you feel his hand guiding his cock to your wet folds, circling your clit with the tip before slamming inside of you.

you let out a moan into his mouth— he whimpers in response of being inside you, he almost forgot just how well you take him. "so good, baby." he whispers as he thrusts harder, you swear you feel him hit every organ. you groan, your head thrown back, mouth open spilling out filthy sounds as he rolls his hips, thrusting faster, and his lips spreading wet kisses all over your neck and chest.

he begins playing with your breast, the other in his mouth and his thrusts begin getting sloppy— your hand reaches down to your clit, massaging it to encourage more pleasure, your legs twitch, the sound of skin slapping ringing in your ears as you let out filthy noises from your mouth. "so good, doll. always so sweet." he whispers in your ear, his hands now on each side of your head.

your hands move up to his neck, finding his hair and pulling him closer. your lips attach themselves onto his face, his lips then his nose, and his cheeks. "f-fuck, james!" you moan into his mouth as he catches your lips into a hot and sexy kiss. you could feel sweat droplets by his ears as your hands mapped out his face. your eyes are closed, but you can feel him looking at you, letting out those pretty whimpers you loved so much.

"look at me, angel. please." he whispers, biting his lip as you open your eyes to look at him, your mouth open, releasing broken moans of his name that will probably get him kicked out from his flat.

he thrusts up into you more faster now, whimpers and groans slipping from his lips as your hand crawls down to his lips, your fingers move into his mouth— and he begins sucking them, licking them, twirling and twisting his tongue around your fingers. "fuck, can i be on top?" you whisper as you remove your fingers from his mouth and into yours, licking his saliva off.

he nods frantically and pulls out, quickly switching positions so youre on top, bumping heads with eachother at one point but being too turned on to care. "sorry." he whispers as you position yourself on top of his cock, slowly sinking down before he thrusts up into you desperately, "i don't want you to be slow." he smiles and grips your hips as he begins thrusting up into you, watching your breasts bounce at the contact.

"be my slutty doll, baby." you moan, your hands on his chest— nails scratching his skin as you begin bouncing, up & down, up & down all over again. his hands move up to your boobs, grabbing them and playing with your nipples.

he throws his head back as he feels your walls squeezing against him, his dick twitches at the feeling. "angel— fuck!" he whimpers as he grips your hips, stopping your movements only to continue by thrusting his hips up against you. the sound of skin against skin making you moan with the pleasure of his cock hitting every single nerve inside your body, if that was possible.

it felt real. good.

"oh! cook!" you moan, your hands finding his hair to pull. "i'm close, more!" he listens. thrusting faster and deeper. his hand moves to change your position slightly, angling you just right, even better. "right there, right there." you whimper, your lower belly feeling like an inch closer to an explosion than ever.

you could feel his cock twitch, you could feel it, everywhere. "can i cum inside? fuck." he asks as he bites the inside of his cheek. "yes! yes!" you moan as you feel your climax drop, your cum dripping down his cock as he kept driving into your pussy. "fuck me. shit!" he whimpers as his cock and hips twitch as he releases his warm cum inside you, thankfully you had been taking your pills.

"fuck, that was so good." you say as you roll your hips on his cock, a final release of his cum in you, which was now dripping down your puffy entrance and down his shaft.

"slut." he mumbles as you fall down against his chest, his cock still inside you— a bit softer now. "asshole." you mumble as you kiss his collarbone.

"lets go get cleaned up." he whispered as he kissed the top of your forehead.

lets just say, cleaning up? really didn't happen. you two went through it like rabbits.

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circois: filth filth more filth

[circois]

james cook x nerdy girl?

or skins rise dealer cook coming home to reader after getting beaten up and she takes care of his wounds

billie bossa nova

james cook x nerdy girl!reader

warnings: fluff ?? pet names , mentions of injury's/bruises , intended lowercase

thanks for the req <3 @meatplush

it had been raining an hour ago before it calmed down into small sprinkles patting down on your window.

however, the noise of your tv cancelled it out. you had been enjoying sitting on your couch for atleast a 30 minutes now, enjoying some of your favorite movies/cartoons – the book you had been reading now forgotten on your lamp table.

two knocks on your door were enough to startle you out of concentration. it was almost midnight and you weren't expecting anyone.

except, cook. who seemed to show up whenever he decided to.

"its me, sweetheart!" he shouts over the door.

you get up and unlock the door, letting him inside.

as soon as the light of your home hits his face you can tell he didn't have much fun, he was bruised up. which wasn't a normal occurrence for him, so seeing him bruised up left a weird feeling in your chest.

"what happened?" you ask as you close the door behind him, watching as he sits in your house. "was at a party."

party was all you needed to hear to know what he was up to.

cook had been dealing for a side hobby to make some quick money, and had gotten in some arguments with some other men in the business every now and then.

you roll your eyes and make your way towards your bathroom, where you kept your first aid kit. "so, whats up?" he asks as you walk back, his signature smile on his face as he checks you out. "haven't seen you in like a week."

"youre seeing me now." you mutter as you open the kit, taking out the cotton and alcohol to clean him up. "sit back." you whisper, which he does – allowing you to sit beside him on your knees to fix up his eye and the cut up on his cheekbone.

he chuckles lightly and winces at the feeling of the alcohol on his open cut, "what 'ave you been up to?" you grab a bandage from the kit and put it over his cut.

"um, studying, reading — just stuff i suppose." he hums in response and smiles at you after, "i missed ya." you exhale in response, "you're always out and about, cook." he groans and grabs your hands away from his bruised face.

"im sorry," he whispers, kissing your hand. "you know i love you." he mumbles as he kisses your cheek.

a smile lands on your face at the soft kiss he leaves on your cheek. a warm feeling down your neck at the touch. "thank you for takin' care of me."

circois.

[circois]

— lovergirl!reader x james cook texts !!'

warnings: cook trying to flirt w reader , this is very modern , reader and cook skipping school , cursing , a freaking spelling mistake. dont mention it.

might make more of these

circois.

[circois]

shy!lovergirl reader x cook

1 . cowboys and angels | meeting/introduction

2. cowboys and angels | playing hooky

3.

[circois]

who should i pair cook with for my next fic 😅😅 was thinking like shy/akward reader or like lovergirl reader or suggest something ???????

[circois]

cowboys and angels

warnings: lowercase intented, not proofread, mentions of smoking, cook teaches reader how to smoke , pet names (love & babe ) check out tags for more. tags: @h3r3t1c @meatplush @ilovecowboysyouknowthat

your first day hadn't been so bad, you had spent half of your morning with the fitch twins. well, mostly emily because katie had ditched you two for some boyfriend of hers.

during the day, you had met a couple of people. two of them being jj and a girl named pandora. who – from your perspective, both seemed to be extroverts and full of joy.

however, the boy you had been hoping to see has not showed up, or atleast that you noticed.

"emily?" you ask as you turn her way.

you two had been sitting on the steps outside, enjoying some ice cream together during lunch hour before heading to your next class. "yeah?" you hesitate before asking but you knew that she probably knew how to find the boy, or atleast knew where to find him.

"do you know of a guy who goes by cookie?" emily chuckles, "cookie? you mean cook. james cook." she pats your shoulder. "how do you know about cook?" she furrows her brows and smirks, "you hooked up with 'im?"

you shake your head and she rolls her eyes. "no, i just ran into him after we hung out the other night on my walk home. he asked if i had a lighter, he mentioned he goes here... but i haven't seen him at all."

"he usually hangs out with jj and freddie. they're his best mates." you nod and hum in response, "thank you. that's why i love you, you're full of knowledge." you smile and chuckle.

you grab your bag, getting up and throwing away the trash. "we've got to get going." she gets up, throwing away her trash and walk up behind you.

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"you're the new babe." says a voice behind you, startling you.

"fuck! do you always make your entrances like that?" you hold your hand up to your chest, relieving your heavy breathing and shaking your head.

"you can say i'm known for scaring away the pretty girls." you scoff under your breath as you lean into the lockers behind you, as does cook. "you think i'm pretty? you're such a romantic."

he chuckles and lights up a cig. "you're gonna get in trouble, cookie." he nudges your elbow, "oh, look at you, callin' me cookie." you roll your eyes at him.

"d'ya wanna go out?" you look around at the empty halls, no one will notice if you're gone anyway. "alright." you shrug and begin walking beside him as you two leave the school building.

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you two had been sitting in a random bench, cook had been sat smoking. you were sure you would start choking on the smoke anytime soon.

"you don't smoke? ever?" you shake your head and glance over at him – something you had been doing a lot, stealing glances his way. "wanna try?" he offers you the cig, a smirk on his face.

"for little old cookie?" you scrunch your nose and groan in annoyance. "why do you insist on annoying me with that nickname of yours?" he shrugs and pushes the cig up to your lips, to which you accept by opening and letting him place it there.

"now, you're gonna inhale – slowly, so you don't die on me alright? once you feel it 'ere—" he presses his palm against the top of your chest, "you take the cig out and exhale. understood?" you nod.

following his directions youre able to take your first ever drag of a cigarette, which only gets paused when you start coughing. "it's alright, love." he pats your back softly, his signature smile plastered over his face.

after the coughing fit, you hand him back his cigarette. "you did it!" he lifts up his hand, clapping once to celebrate your first smoke. "that's not really fun, y'know? it feels weird." he laughs and puts the cigarette out on the foot of the bench.

"so what's it like to be new?" he turns your way, his brow raised as he checks you out. "weird. bristol's kinda gloomy. not like where i used to live." he nudges your shoulder softly and laughs.

"i can show you around." he suggests, his finger running over the stitching of your long sleeve. "you're volunteering out of pure kindness or you wanna find a way to get rid of me?" he shakes his head. "promise, i'm a nice lad."

you grab your bag, standing up and holding his hand to help him up. "show me your best spots." he nods and doesn't let go of your hand, which starts feeling a bit awkward when you realize that you two are holding hands and have been for atleast 4 minutes now.

"sorry." you mumble as you remove your hand from his, which is a little sweaty now.

after walking around town for a while, it finally hit you that you had played hooky from school and that you have to head home before your mother throws a fit.

"i've got to go home, cook." you sigh and stand infront of him. "aww, sucks. i was just about to take you to the queen's palace and undress ya'." you push him softly, scoffing at him.

"you're ridiculous." he laughs and pats your head. "i'll walk you home." you nod and bow slightly, "thank you, good sir." he shakes his head, "oh, youre the ridiculous one."

circois.

[circois]

circois introduces..

journalist!reader x bsf!james cook!

journalist!reader who..

blair waldord!aesthetic, spends half her time lecturing and making cook a better person, only calls 'cook' james, writes for the newspaper everyday and earns a couple pounds, lives with her mum, hates effy, loves shopping, loves music and movies, and is ahead of her time.

bsf!cook who..

only lets reader call him james, helps reader write every now and then, learns a lot from reader, loves to hear reader praise him, is a little softy, finds out he has hidden talents and good hobbies, loves reader to death, lives in an apartment.

newspaperwriter!reader x bsf!cook who..

hook up, shop together, sleep together, smoke together, go out together, argue, mess up, and love eachother.

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