#jamie bower x you

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: series masterlist | a new preacher comes to your town, and you’re overwhelmed by him. you try to keep away from father james, but, the more you see him and the more he kisses your hand, the more you realize that staying away won’t be so easy. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jamie bower x fem!reader (rpf) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7k 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, heavy breeding kink (the last line of the song is literally "i'm coming inside" are u kidding me), preacher kink, praise kink, religious themes, age gap (reader is early 20s, jamie is 34), jamie has a huge god complex omg 𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been working on this on again and off again since the music video came out in august, so take it before it drives me more insane than it already has lol

All morning, you could have sworn the preacher was looking at you. 

It was a hot summer Sunday morning, one where you wore your nicest dress, just as your mother had told you to. You had forgotten how hot it got at home; after being at college for the past few years, you had gotten acclimated to the big city, and you couldn't remember what home was like. 

To be honest, you had been dreading church. You had lied to your parents when you told them that you had kept up the habit while at college, and you despised the thought of wasting a good Sunday morning, even though you were on vacation. No matter what, you had gotten up and gotten dressed, and you were tailing behind your parents as they led the charge into the church. 

The building itself was miniscule, surrounded by the desert on all sides, set apart from the rest of town. Your hometown was small, so small that people usually only lumped it in with the nearby biggest city and didn’t know that your town even existed on its own. But it did, and, in a town like that, everybody knew everybody else’s business. 

Which made the preacher all that more confusing to you. 

You could vaguely remember your mother telling you about the appearance of a new preacher at your church after the former pastor retired. It had been months ago, and you only remembered the name she had told you: James Bower. There were other details as well, something about him being young and British, but you didn’t really listen too closely to that phone call with your mother. She had been going on and on about church and you tended to tune that out. 

“Mom,” you said quickly as you approached the church, seeing the door hanging open, welcoming everyone inside. Standing at the open door was a man, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, a black hat covering his head and shading his face. He was older than you, but also younger than your parents, and he was shaking hands with every man that walked in front of him and setting kisses on the ladies’ cheeks. “Who is that?” 

“Oh, that’s Father James,” your mother told you, sucking at the back of her teeth for a moment. “I told you about him, he replaced Father Nicholas.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me,” you said softly. “He’s just… Younger than I thought.” And, by the flashes of a sharp jawline and deadly eyes that you could see as you approached, he was far more attractive than you would have taken a man like him for. 

“He’s good,” your mother said carefully, as if she was controlling her tongue. “Cares about what he preaches about, really believes it.” 

“That’s good,” you mumbled. 

Finally, it was your turn to be greeted by the preacher, and you were struck uncharacteristically silent by him. His voice, a deep baritone timbre, got under your skin as he greeted your mother with a kiss, and he gave your father a firm handshake. “And who do we have here?” Father James Bower asked, his steel-blue eyes cutting you with his gaze. 

You could tell instantly: this man would be trouble. “This is our daughter,” your mother said. “Visiting from college.” 

“Ah, yes,” Father James said, his lips stretching into a smile. He took your hand in his, his skin rough and dry but lovely to feel, and he pressed his lips to your fingers, greeting you with an old-fashioned kiss. “Your mother told me stories about you.” 

“Good stories, I hope?” you chuckled lightly, and Father James’ smile stayed as he dropped your hand. 

“Only the best,” he told you. 

“I’ve heard about you too, Father James,” you said, and you watched something flicker in his eyes, a quiet kind of recognition, although what he was recognizing, you had no idea. 

“Good things?” he teased, and you smiled coyly at him. Two could play that game. 

“Oh, no, awful things,” you said, and your mother laughed. “Just the worst.” 

“I guess I’ll have to redeem myself,” Father James said. “I think Marjorie saved you lot a seat in the front; what a dear.” Your mother and father surged ahead, finding the seats that Father James indicated, but a quick and tight grip to your wrist kept you in place. 

Father James held you back, his thumb smoothing nicely down your wrist, and he lifted your hand back to his mouth, kissing your fingers again. “And that’ll be Jamie to you, love,” he said softly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “You can drop that James business.” 

“If you say so, Father” you said softly. 

“Don’t call me that, either,” he said. “Just Jamie.” 

“Jamie,” you said and you sighed out a deep breath. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

The service was odd. By all accounts, it was a perfectly good service, normal by all means, but something about the young and handsome Father James (or Jamie, as he told you) leading the sermon was different in a way that you couldn’t tell if you liked or not. Your mother was right— he obviously cared about what he preached, that morning’s work set on the sin of temptation, and he raised his voice and delivered his sermon with an expert hand. 

But he was looking at you the whole time. He was borderline staring at you, and you shifted in your seat, wondering what was the matter. Of course, you could think the obvious— that he was thinking of you as he preached on temptation, you, the pretty young thing that had walked through his doors— but it felt wrong to even consider that Jamie would stoop that low. He was a man of God, no matter how unconventional he looked with his rings and gold bracelets and the tattoos on his middle fingers.

You got to speak with him further after the service, while everyone was leaving the house of God. You stepped outside with a shiver, despite the sticky heat, and your mother grabbed your hand as she told you that she was going to bring the car around. “Maybe you should go to talk to James,” she said. “He always looks so lonely, and it seems like he likes you.”

“Likes me?” you echoed. 

“He didn’t kiss my hand twice,” your mother said with a shrug. “He didn’t ask me to call him Jamie.” You followed your mother’s gaze to just on the other side of the small wooden bridge, to a little garden, where Jamie stood, looking out of place in his all-black attire, looking down at the ground as his hand rubbed his chin. 

“Are you encouraging me to find romance with your preacher?” you asked with a smile, and your mother rolled her eyes. 

“Maybe not romance,” she said. “You’re too young for that. But friendship, definitely.” 

You weren’t too young for that, you knew it, but you understood what she meant. Don’t fall in love with the preacher. That should be easy. You approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him if he was lost in thought, but he turned those devilish steel-blue eyes to you in an instant. “You,” he said lightly, dropping his hand. 

“Me,” you shrugged. “I, umm, really liked your sermon.” 

“Thank you, love,” Jamie said. A moment passed where he watched you, and he suddenly said, “You’re lying to your parents.” 

“Excuse me?” you asked. “What do you mean—”

“You don’t go to church when you’re at university,” Jamie said quickly. “I can tell, you looked completely lost the whole time.” 

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself, and, when Jamie nodded, you muttered, “Fuck!” 

“How long are you in town?” Jamie asked. His hands drifted to his pants, digging into his pocket, and he extracted a lean carton of cigarettes, along with a lighter. He was quick to push a cigarette in-between his lips, and you watched as he lit it up. 

“Oh!” you said quickly. You were staring, just like he was. “Umm, just until Friday.”

“One more week,” Jamie laughed, blowing the smoke from his mouth. “I bet you can’t wait to go back to your friends and your little sinful ways, can you?” 

“What makes you think I live in sin?” you asked. The exchange felt playful, not necessarily too mean-spirited, and Jamie grinned around his cigarette. 

“I know girls like you,” he said. “You wear your little dresses and sing your little hymns, but it’s all a disguise to cover up the way you really live. I bet you’ve even kissed a boy, haven’t you?” He put on a shocked look, like he was truly disappointed, and it made you laugh.

“You’ve got me figured out,” you chuckled. Then, a boldness washed over you, and you couldn’t control the way you added, “And I’ve done a lot more than kiss a few boys.” 

Jamie raised his dark eyebrows at you, plucking his cigarette from between his lips. “You have?” he asked. “Anything you need to repent for? I am a preacher, after all, I can help.” 

“No, nothing like that. I just…” You shrugged, and mumbled, “Okay. You’ve got me. I haven’t done anything like that.” 

“Why did you say you did?” Jamie asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “To make you like me, I guess. Guys like girls who know about that stuff, right?”

“Oh, little lamb,” Jamie cooed softly. “I used to run around with some bad guys when I was your age, I’ve got the marks to prove it,  and I had my fill of girls who were trying to impress me. I like you more, knowing that you’re a good girl who hasn’t done anything of that sort.” He smoked for a moment, blowing it at the ground, and he added, “You should be going.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Have I done something wrong?” 

“No, you didn’t,” Jamie said. “But I might.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“I really want to kiss you,” Jamie told you, and your heart slammed against your ribcage at his confession. 

“Is that…” you began. “Is that allowed?”

“Allowed, yes,” Jamie said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “But, frowned upon? Very much so.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Is it me?” 

“No, darling, it’s not you,” Jamie said. “I’m a man of God. I can’t just kiss any girl, I need to have intentions about it, and my intentions… My thoughts about you… Are less than worthy of a man like myself.” 

Lightning rocked your belly, and you took a step backwards. “Oh,” you said. “I understand. Umm… Yeah, it’ll be good if I leave.” Jamie nodded silently in agreement, finishing up his cigarette, and you mumbled, “Will I see you on Wednesday? At night service? I bet my parents will make me go.” 

“Yes, you will,” Jamie replied. He hesitated for a moment, his mouth open, obviously wanting to say something, and he finally added, “Wear something white.” 

“Why?”

Jamie looked at you with those paralyzing blue eyes, and he said, “You’re as beautiful as an angel. You should dress like one.” 

You hardly got any sleep that night. Between bouts of nightmares— nothing you could remember but left you with a nasty feeling when you woke up hyperventilating— you were plagued by the idea of Jamie. 

Every time you closed your eyes, you could only see him. His blond hair, his blue eyes, his plush lips, that smile that bordered goodness and badness. As you laid awake in your small bed, the tiny one you had grown up in, you wondered what he was doing. Was he asleep, as you too should be? Maybe he was up, working on a sermon. A selfish part of you allowed yourself to think that, perhaps, he was awake, thinking of you. 

That idea made your thighs tingle. You knew how terrible it was to think of your preacher like that, but he had said it himself. His intentions with you weren’t worthy of a man of God. Jamie had basically confessed to wanting to kiss you and maybe even more, and you hadn’t been brave enough to challenge him on it. You regretted your timidness, and you buried your head under your pillow as you tried to get any sleep at all.

This routine continued for days. Nightmares, then Jamie. Jamie, then more nightmares. You didn’t see him during the day, so you were left with only the memory of your two tiny interactions. You could remember the way his blond hair had swayed in the wind as he smoked, the faint hint of his cologne carrying on the air as he kissed your hand; you couldn’t escape him. You knew that, the next time you saw him, you had to tell him. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to see Jamie. Wednesday night came around quickly, and you tore apart your closet looking for the little white sundress that you knew you still had from when you were in high school. You’re as beautiful as an angel, his accent rang in your head as you tugged the dress over your head, and you sighed at yourself in the mirror. The irony wasn’t lost on you— dressing like an angel, yet still tempting the preacher. You wondered what he would do when he saw you; would he try to kiss you again? Maybe he wouldn’t do anything, and he would keep up the game of cat and mouse that you had. Honestly, you liked it. Being wanted was nice, but there was something fun about being desired and not being allowed to act on those desires. It made everything sweeter. 

Your parents didn’t say anything as you exited your room, grabbing a thin sweater just in case it was cold in the sanctuary (it never was, but your mother urged you to come prepared). The car ride was quiet, and your hands shook as your father parked in the small lot, steadying yourself for meeting Jamie. 

He stood at the door to the church again, greeting everyone as they came in. He wore a dark wide-brimmed hat, his usual suit, the shirt buttons done all the way up to his slender throat. He looked cool and smooth, and he grinned like a cat when he saw you. You had never felt more like a mouse in your life, and you gratefully took his hand into yours. 

“My, oh my,” Jamie said, his eyes scanning your frame. You should have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but you didn’t, despite the obviously hungry look in his light eyes. Even if he hadn't told you about his intentions, it wouldn't be hard to figure out why he was looking at you. “Who is this vision in white I see before me?” 

Your face went warm, and you managed to mutter out, “Thank you, Father.” Jamie did his usual kisses to your fingers, which only served to make your face go even hotter. You felt like everyone was looking at you but somehow, Jamie’s soft eyes soothed you. It seemed like nothing bad could happen so long as you were in Jamie's arms. Knowing this, you tugged him close by his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his smooth cheek, and you heard him draw in a quick breath at your meager affection. 

“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie told you. His cheeks tinged just a shade of pink, not even enough to really call it a blush— if you didn’t know any better, you would have attributed it to the heat and dry air. “I’d like to speak to you after the service, if that’s possible.” 

“Of course,” you told him. “Am I in trouble?” 

“Oh, no,” Jamie said. “Quite the opposite. I’d like to discuss our relationship; or where I’d like it to go, that is.”

You swallowed thickly, nervously, and you said, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

Like on Sunday, Jamie’s sermon was beautiful. He spoke with power and grace, and you could hardly believe it when the end of it came. You could watch him speak for hours and never get bored of it. You stayed sitting in the pew as your parents stood, and your mother furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Are you alright?” she asked, and you picked at the bottom of your dress. 

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m alright. Jamie just said he wanted to talk to me after the sermon.”

“Oh,” your mother said. “What about?”

“I’m not sure,” you lied. “I think he might try to ask me on a date.” 

Your mother ground her back teeth; you could see her annoyance. “Make good decisions with him,” she said. “Don’t let him be let astray.” 

“I won’t, Mom,” you told her, your stomach twisting. You knew that you absolutely were leading him astray, but maybe he had a good plan on how to keep your relationship pure. Based on the way he was talking to you on Sunday, though, there was no way you could stay pure with him. “Jamie is good, I won’t do anything bad to him.” 

Jamie stood at his altar as everyone slowly filed out, making kind conversation with the people who approached him, and you watched him as you chewed on your bottom lip. He looked so good, and you crossed your legs as you waited. Finally, the last person left, the heavy wooden doors banging closed behind them, and Jamie turned his gaze towards you. 

Silently, he stepped away from the altar and towards you, the heavy heels of his boots clicking against the creaky wood floors. “You look beautiful,” Jamie told you as he sat down next to you, pulling off his hat and ruffling up his blond hair. 

You nodded anxiously. “You do too,” you told him. “Very handsome.” 

“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie said. “Now, I wanted to speak to you about… Us. I think it’s obvious that I can’t go on being polite and nice with you.” 

“Is it?” you asked. “I mean, you said you wanted to kiss me—“

“You sweet girl,” Jamie said with a little pout. “Did you really not know? I want to ruin you.” 

“Oh,” you said sharply. “I-I mean, I figured, but I didn’t want to say anything and assume a-and then make a fool out of myself.” 

“No fools here,” Jamie said. His hand touched your thigh, his hand impossibly warm against you, and you laid a gentle hand on top of his, letting your fingers nudge his. “I like knowing what you’re thinking. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Honestly?” you asked with a sigh, and Jamie nodded. “How badly I wish you would kiss me.” 

Quickly, he leaned into you, and he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and simple, and you leaned into him as his hand raised to gently touch your cheek. His rings were cool against your skin, and you pressed yourself closer to him as he held you carefully. He tasted like cigarettes and warm skin, all man and all Jamie, and he gently smoothed his teeth against your bottom lip, biting just enough to make you smile, before he fell away from you. He didn’t pull away completely, though, touching his forehead against yours and taking a deep breath. “Good,” he whispered. “Now I’d like to do something else.” 

“What is that?” you asked. 

“I think I’d like to make love to you,” Jamie told you. “Only if you want that, though.” 

You nodded quickly. “I want that,” you told him. “But, um, I’m a little nervous.” 

“Because you’ve never done it before?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly. “We don’t have to. I’d be happy to take you to dinner and drop you off back at your house, leaving you completely intact.” 

“Or…” you started. “You could fuck me here and now, and give into temptation.” 

“Oh, I’d love to do that,” Jamie said softly. He tilted his head, as if contemplating kissing you again. “I’d really love to… Tell me to stop and I will.” 

“I won’t,” you breathed, and you met him for another kiss. This one was instantly more, instantly hungrier, his warm tongue snaking between your lips and into your mouth as he held you close. His hands grabbed your waist and he tugged you close, and he broke the kiss to take a deep breath. His hands smoothed down to your thighs, and he pulled you into his lap, your legs parting wide to envelop his hips. He pulled at your pretty sundress as he kissed you again, and you carded your fingers through his hair as he claimed you again, chasing you into a hungry kiss. 

Your hips rocked down onto his as your knees pressed into the hard wood of the pew, aching just a little, and Jamie’s hand pressed into your ass and shoved your hips down onto him as his bucked up into you. You felt his hardness through his trousers, pressing up into you, and you gasped at the feeling. “How long’s it been?” you whispered, and Jamie pressed his forehead to yours again before stealing another quick kiss. 

“Years,” he mumbled. “S’nice not to have to do this myself.” 

“You masturbate?” you asked with a giggle. “Naughty preacher.” 

You yelped as his hand came down onto your ass, spanking you hard, the sound of it reverberating through the empty sanctuary. “I’m a grown man,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I have needs. As of Sunday, though, I’ve been insatiable.” 

“Lucky me,” you smiled, and Jamie gave you a half-smile, more of a smirk than anything. “You gonna fuck me hard?” 

“Keep talking to me like that and I just might,” Jamie chuckled. “You have no idea what I’ve imagined as I fucked my hand. It’s like I told you, I want to ruin you.” 

“Ruin me,” you begged him, leaning forward and kissing his smooth neck. Your hands fell from his hair and down to his shirt, and you started to unbutton his shirt. The more skin you exposed, the more ink you saw, and you gaped at him as you smoothed your hands down his shaved chest. He was covered in tattoos, all on his chest and sternum and belly, and your mouth watered at the sight of them. “Oh my God…” 

“I told you, I used to run around with a bad crowd,” Jamie told you, his hands pressing upwards into your dress. “Rock music and girls, it was… But this is better. You are better than all of that.” 

“You flatter me,” you laughed. “You haven’t had me yet.” 

Jamie shrugged. “I know a good fuck when I see one,” he said. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” 

“Stop it,” you mumbled as you blushed,  and Jamie grabbed handfuls of your ass, rucking your dress up past your hips. “What made you want to join the church?” 

“I grew up going,” Jamie told you as your hands fell to his pants, playing with his belt but not undoing it. Your heart beat deep inside your chest at the prospect of undressing him and seeing his cock, a sort of anxious glee making your heart race, and you listened intently as Jamie told you his story. “Me, my brothers… But when I was young, your age, I rebelled against it and had a sinful lifestyle, all of that that I told you about… But I got tired of that. I got tired of existing just for pleasure and sin, and I turned back to the church to guide me. But then you— You came into my life just a few days ago, and I already know that you’re what I was made for. I was made to guide you, to help you… I’m not supposed to be here like this, but I can pray for forgiveness for this one night.” 

“I’ve never believed in this sort of stuff,” you admitted. “But maybe, with your guidance, I can find a way to come back home.” 

“I’d do anything for you,” Jamie said. “Now, little lamb, I need to be inside you.” 

“Need you too,” you mumbled, and you finally resolved yourself to open his pants. You undid his belt and tugged it out of the loops, and your fingers shakily went for the button and zipper, pulling it down. “Jamie, I’m a little nervous.” 

“That’s okay,” Jamie said. “That makes me feel better, I’m terrified. But I need you more than I’m scared of you.” 

“Me too,” you told him. You took a deep breath and reached your hand down into his trousers, and your hand was quickly filled by his hard cock. He felt thick and heavy and hot, and you pulled him from out of his pants to get a proper look at him. His cock was flushed red, uncut, with a bead of creamy pre-cum already leaking from his tip. “Oh, wow.” 

“Like what you see?” Jamie chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl all mooney-eyed over my cock. I almost missed it.” 

“It looks really…” you started. “Umm… Big. Will it fit?” 

Jamie laughed, his big smile on display for you. “Will it fit?” he repeated. “Of course it will. I’ll make it.” 

Your skin prickled at his words, and his hands moved from your ass to your front, nudging your panties aside with his slender fingers. His rough fingertips slipped against your skin, feeling you and the little bit of wetness that you had leaking from you. You had been wet ever since Jamie had first kissed you, and Jamie leaned up and gave you another quick kiss as his fingers danced at your cunt. “Are you ready, little lamb?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly before he sank one, long finger inside you. 

You gasped, grabbing hard at his shoulders to keep yourself upright, and Jamie leaned in and kissed at your neck as his finger stroked you from the inside. “Jamie!” you squealed, and he grinned into your neck. 

“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he whispered, and you nodded, digging your nails into his skin. “Good, good girl. Make it hurt, baby.” 

“Jamie,” you groaned as he withdrew from you for a moment before pushing back in, fucking you slowly on his finger. “Want more, God.” 

Jamie continued to kiss your neck as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch of your pussy around him making you whimper in pain and pleasure. Make it hurt, he said. It certainly did, but you loved it. You looked down at yourself, and you drank in the sight of his tattooed fingers plunging deep inside you, the cross on his middle finger shining with your wet. It was so sinful, but Jamie was right; you could pray for forgiveness and God would grant it. Maybe you could even pray together. 

“Need you,” you moaned and worked your hips down onto his fingers, taking him deeper. Your body craved him in a way you had never felt before, hot and needy, and you squirmed in his arms as you tried to get more of him. 

“It’ll hurt if I fuck you now,” Jamie told you, and you kissed him deep, tasting every inch of his mouth. He grunted a bit, then tugged away from your mouth, and he pulled his fingers from you, pressing his hands to either side of your face. “Darling, I know you’re needy, such a sweet little thing you are, but I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. And I’m not ready yet.” 

You pouted and whined, and Jamie pouted back at you, mocking you. “I know, little lamb,” he said. “But I want to take my time with you and savor my sin.” 

“Savor your sin,” you scoffed. “Please, Jamie, I’m ready!”

“I like the way you say my name,” Jamie mumbled, as if he were really thinking about it, and his hands danced in your hair, pushing it back from your face. “If I put my cock in you now, you mustn't get upset at how quickly I finish… It’s been years for me.” 

“I won’t,” you said softly. “I won’t be upset with you.” 

“Alright,” Jamie agreed. “Open your legs a little wider, you’re gonna ride my cock.” 

You did as he told you, parting your thighs even more severely than before, and he grabbed tight at your hips. He guided your hips with his strong grip, his azure eyes watching your every move, and you held his shoulders tightly as he touched the burning head of his cock to your quivering hole. “You ready?” he asked, and you nodded eagerly, your belly flipping. It was really about to happen; you were really about to give your virginity to your preacher. And, God, you had never wanted anything so badly. “Put your full weight on me, don’t be afraid to.” 

“Okay,” you agreed, and Jamie continued his guidance, pulling you down further and further, his hot cock sliding between your sticky folds and into you. The first intrusion punched the breath from your lungs, and you gasped, and Jamie smiled wickedly. This man was no angel; he was a devil, maybe even the Devil, come to corrupt you and bring you into his palace of sin. You loved the hot flame in your chest, and you sealed your fate with a kiss, biting his plush bottom lip. 

“My sweet lamb,” Jamie mumbled, pulling his lips from your teeth. “Feels like heaven inside you… Fuck, this is just what I wanted.”

Without warning, Jamie bucked his hips up into you, burying himself up to his balls inside your cunt, and you gasped loudly at the sudden fullness. You had never realized how empty you felt until you were full of him, and suddenly the world seemed to snap into sharp perspective. Your life had been dull without him, not so shiny and bright; your life, you, had been empty. It wasn’t God’s love that could fix this feeling; it was Jamie’s love. Intentions be damned, you needed him. You would get on your knees and worship your lover and, knowing him, he would relish the prayers of his name and make you pray louder. 

“Jamie,” you whimpered, hanging your head and hiding in his warm neck. He smelled good, like the musk of a man and cigarettes and cologne, and your cunt throbbed around him. He was unmoving inside of you, letting you adjust to the size and feel of him, and you tugged at the blond ends of his hair. If you looked closely, really studied him, you saw that there was a hint of mousy-brown peeking from his scalp. Dyed hair; not what he seemed, a wolf in sheeps’ clothing, intent on devouring innocent little lambs. “Jamie!” 

“That’s it, little lamb,” Jamie whispered, kissing the side of your face as he grabbed hard at your ass, surely leaving bruises in his wake. “Who’s fucking you, love?” 

“You!” you sobbed. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and Jamie’s controlling ways came back, tugging you up on his cock until only the head of him remained inside you, then he pushed you back down, burying himself deep inside you once more. “Jamie, God!”

“Which one?” Jamie growled in your ear. “Me or Him?”

“You!” you cried again. “Always you! I’ll always choose you.” 

“Good girl,” Jamie told you, and his hand landed on your ass in a quick smack. It stung, but it only heightened your sinful pleasure, and you moaned as you allowed your tears to fall. “Confess your sins to your god, tell me what you’ve done.” 

“I lie,” you whimpered. “I cheat, I steal. I’ve done so bad, please forgive me.” 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Jamie grumbled in your ear, and he bit your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. You knew he was leaving his mark, dark and ugly, on your skin, but, for someone as beautiful as he was, it would be alright. Your ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock throb inside you, and his hands fell from your hips to stretch along the top of the pew, pressing his fingernails into the polished wood. His head tilted back just so, exposing the smooth and pale column of his throat, and he moaned softly, lightly. “Just like that, love. You’ll make me cum quick like this… I’ll forgive you, darling, you’ve done no wrong in my eyes. All the best lambs are led astray at times, it takes a powerful shepard to bring them back.”

“And that’s you?” you sniffled. 

Jamie’s head whipped up, his fallen eyes snapping open, and he examined your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks and your sputtery lips. You gasped out a sob, still riding his cock, and Jamie touched his hands to your arms, pulling them around his neck. Your front pressed against his, the straps of your dress falling from your shoulders, and Jamie laid a gentle kiss on your spit-covered mouth. “That’s me, lamb,” he said. “So long as you pray to me, I’ll lead you where you should be.” 

“Jamie,” you keened into his warm hands, feeling them explore your body, up your dress and down the front of it. Even his fingers were greedy, and you balked at the touch of him to that special nerve, sending shocks down your spine. “Jamie! Oh my God, fuck!” 

“Keep saying my name,” he said. “You’re doing so well for me. When we’re done here, I’ll take you home, have you pray to me all night. Would you like that? Just you and your god, all alone, worshipping me as I worship your body?”

“Yes!” you sobbed. His cock was so deep inside you, driving you wild, and you squeezed your arms around his neck to draw him into a kiss. Now you were the greedy one, chasing him with a million kisses, and Jamie smiled his winning grin. 

“Already devoted,” he said. “You’ll never stray very far again, will you?”

“Not as long as you fuck me like this,” you told him, and his fingers continued their harsh circles on your clit. Your cunt spasmed at the feeling, your entire body unsure what to do with itself, and you could taste your oncoming orgasm. You could tell that your lover, your god, was close too, and he gnashed his teeth as he pinched your thigh, making your legs open wider. 

“I’ll fuck you better,” he said. “In bed, I’ll kiss you all over and really worship you, I’ll take my time with you. Fuck, sweet thing, I’m cumming inside, I have to.”

“Please,” you begged him. “Give it to me, please, I need it.”

“I’ll worship you all night,” Jamie whispered, controlling your body as you rode him. His hot cock was heavy as he fucked in and out, the drag of him making you feel lightheaded, and you sniffled up your tears as Jamie whispered in your ear. “You’d like that, won’t you? Just you and me…” His eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows lifting in ecstasy, and, when he spoke next, he was breathless. “I’m cumming, lamb, I’m—”

You felt his release coat your walls, your throbbing cunt milking him for every drop, and you moaned with him, singing your holy hymn. His fingers rubbed you through his orgasm, drawing you to your own finish, and your hips stuttered as you squealed and, for the first time, came. The hot lightning prodded at your thighs and belly and the base of your spine, and you gushed around him, covering you and him with your release. Your breaths came in short gasps as you tried to control your quivering body, and Jamie held you close, matching his breathing to yours. His inked chest was slick with sweat as he pressed himself against you, and you shucked off his jacket and unbuttoned shirt to get to his bare skin. Jamie laughed at you and smoothed his hand down your hair, and he kissed your forehead. 

“Good, good,” he whispered. “Such a good girl. Come here, you’re just shaking like a little leaf.” 

Jamie’s grip was tight around you as he held you, his cock now soft inside you, but he made no move to pull out. “Not exactly immaculate,” he mumbled, and he placed a kiss below your ear. “But it’ll do.” 

“Yes,” you gasped. “Oh, God, I love you.” 

“I love you so much,” Jamie whispered. “My sweet lamb. Come home with me, please, let me worship you.” 

“Of course,” you said. “Anything for you. Only…” 

“What?” Jamie asked. "What's wrong?"

“I think my parents are waiting for me,” you mumbled. “I told them that you were wanting to speak with me and nothing more.” 

“Hmm,” Jamie huffed quickly. “What a talk, huh?”

You giggled, and Jamie helped you up, your legs shaking as you stood. He fell from inside you, his soft cock just as beautiful as him hard, and you both busied yourself with fixing yourselves back into a presentable state. Jamie replaced his wide-brimmed hat to hide his messy hair, but there was no hiding what he had done to you. Bites on your neck, marks on your skin, bruises on your thighs. If this was what worship with him was like, it might be worth it to invest in a good painkiller. 

“Jamie?” you said softly, touching your tender neck, and he stood to his full height, examining you. He tsk-ed his tongue a few times as his fingers touched your neck as well, and he reached for your abandoned sweater, helping you pull it on.

“It won’t hide them,” Jamie started. “But it’ll do.” His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the solid black heart on his chest visible through the gap, and you smiled at the thought of him. Your handsome man, your God, your inked and pierced and tatted rock-and-roll God. “I don’t mean to scare you with this, lamb, but if you think that this life would suit you, we could… Well, let’s say that you might not be leaving on Friday.” 

“No?” you asked. “I’d be staying here with you, I suppose?” 

“Only if you’d like,” Jamie said quickly. “If you want, you can go back to your life in the big city and forget about this small town, it’s what I would do.” 

“But what if I don’t want that?” you asked. “What if I want to be… I don’t know, your muse? Your Mother Mary? What is a simple girl to a god?”

“You can be whatever you wish to be,” Jamie told you. “I’d marry you right now, in fact, to keep you. But I guess we should probably try to at least act like we’re courting like a normal couple instead of getting married within three days of knowing each other.”

“But couples back then used to do that all the time,” you said quickly. The thought of marriage excited you, wearing his ring and carrying his name and maybe even his child; it was all so invigorating. “My grandfather proposed to my grandmother after a week of meeting her.” 

“A week does not three days make, little lamb,” Jamie chuckled. “How about this? We’re together, using whatever title you’d like and makes you comfortable, and, after enough time, we can tell the church that we’re getting married.” 

“How much time is that?” you asked. 

“Enough time for those hickies to fade, at least,” Jamie said, pressing his thumb to one of the marks on your neck. “Does that sound nice?” 

“Yes,” you said. “It does.” 

Jamie walked you to the front door of the church and he opened the door for you. You saw your parents’ car idling in the small lot, all alone, but, before you could say anything, Jamie pressed his palm to your cheek and kissed you gently. Only his lips pressed to yours, no snaking tongue or wandering hands, and you gasped gently. “Jamie, my parents can see—“

“This was our first kiss,” he told you quickly. “We spoke about how you wished to be closer to God, and I asked you to dinner, and I couldn’t control my urges and kissed you. Now, I’ll make a face and turn away, regretting what I’ve done.” 

“What an actor I’ve got,” you giggled, and Jamie smiled against your mouth. The kiss finally broke, and Jamie smoothed down his jacket on his body as he assumed the anxious energy of a man who wasn’t sure of his actions. “When will I see you next?” you asked. 

“Tonight,” Jamie said. “For dinner. I’ll pick you up at your house.”

“Alright,” you said. “Umm… Goodbye, my God.” 

“Goodbye, my lamb,” Jamie said, and you felt his steely blue gaze on you as you turned and made quick time to your car, sliding into the backseat. 

“So,” your mother said slowly as you slammed the car door shut. “You and Father James…” 

“He said he could see me struggling with my faith,” you lied quickly, your neck burning with the marks he gave you. If you craned your head and looked at yourself in the rearview mirror, you could even see the red patches that would bloom to purple overnight. “And he helped me pray.” 

“And what else?” 

You swallowed thickly. “He asked me to dinner,” you said carefully. 

“Did he?” your mother asked smoothly. “Anything other than that kiss?”

“I-I didn’t ask for him to,” you said quickly. “He just… Did. And he apologized for it.” 

“Are you still going to dinner with him?” your mother asked, and you nodded quickly. “Be careful. Father James might be a holy man, but he’s still just a man. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“I won’t get hurt,” you said. “Not so long as I have him by my side.”

[munsonxmayhem]

Do you write for Jamie Campbell Bower? I love your writing so much and your Joe Quinn stuff is AMAZING!!!! If you do can you write something everything is up to you just something fluffy and smutty bout the reader loving his tattoos🤤 he gets me so hot and bothered with those tattoos pretty eyes and smile:)

Tattoos.

Jamie Campbell Bower x Fem!Reader

Warnings;

- smut

- fluff

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As you laid down in bed on your stomach, reading the latest book to peak your interest; you hear the shower turn off, smiling to yourself as you wait for your boyfriend to exit into the bedroom.

You hear the bathroom door open, glancing up at Jamie as he walked out, towel hung low on his hips and all of his tattoos on display. It made your stomach flip as you watch the beads of water dance down his inked skin.

You catch his gaze on you as he looks at you curiously, his expression turning to a humorous smile. You blush and look back down at your book, that’s when you hear something drop on the bed; glancing up you see one of his cameras laying on the bed, and you look at him.

He laughs, “So that whatever you’re looking at can last longer.” You roll your eyes, closing your book and setting both the camera and it on the nightstand. You feel the bed dip down as he lays next to you, his joggers hung low on his hips. You can’t help but to eye him laying like this; scooting into his side. He sighs as you start tracing the shapes of his tattoos, fingers dancing across the ones on his chest.

He looks down at you with his sweet blue eyes, a small smile forming on his face. “I love these..” You whisper, and he chuckles. “Yeah?” You nod in response, leaning yourself forward and pressing a kiss to one of them. You decide to play around a bit, getting yourself up and swinging your leg over him until you’re straddling him.

He smirks up at you as he adjusts himself to lay more comfortably beneath you, his hands resting on your thighs. “What’re you doing, love?” He asks quietly, and you shrug. You lean your body down, placing a kiss to the heart tattoo on his chest, lips lingering lightly causing a shiver to run through him. You smirk agains his skin, before moving to the other side your lips brushing against the skin of his skull tattoo before softly pressing against it.

“I love these..” You repeat with a different intent. He hums in response as you lift his arm to your lips, starting at the anchor on his shoulder and working your way down. You can feel him hardening beneath you, and you can’t help the arousal that pools between your legs.

You pause for a moment before returning your mouth to his chest, licking slowly from the spider on his sternum, to the middle of his collarbones. He groans loudly at the feeling, hips rocking up against you a bit. You pepper kisses up his neck, until you get up to his ear; taking the lobe of it between your teeth gently before dropping it.

“Shit..” He whispers, his hands going back to your thighs. You smile as you come back to his face, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. You take both of his hands, interlocking fingers as you pin them to the side of his head. You press your mouth back to his, tongue sliding in against his. He moans into your mouth, and you think you might soak through your panties at the sound.

Jamie was the dominant one in the relationship, that was no secret. Your body was buzzing with excitement at the fact that you’d had him pinned beneath you, seemingly submissive. However, your moment of dominance was cut short, because Jamie couldn’t have that. He used all his force as he flipped you over, now pinning you beneath him.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Doesn’t work that way.” He smirks down at you, and your breath hitches as his pupils fill up most of the space in his blue eyes, filled with lust. You whine as he rocks his hips into yours, his straining erection creating delicious friction against your aching core through your panties.

He releases your hands, pulling off your top along with his sweatpants. When he gets to your panties, he looks at you with a mischievous smile before he tears them off completely, ripping them at the seams. “Jamie!” You gasp and he chuckles darkly, leaning back down between your legs.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He whispers, connecting his lips with yours again. He hovers over you, kneeling between your legs as he kisses you. You moan into the kiss as he brings a hand down between you, sliding two fingers through your soaking slit.

“Jesus, baby.. You’re fucking soaked.” He states happily. You nod, wanting him to give you more. He does just that, keeping his thumb on your clit he pushes two of his fingers in smoothly. Your hips jerk at the sensation, groaning as his thumb rubs your clit as his fingers pump into you deeply.

“Fuck, Jamie..” You breath out, chest heaving as he works you towards your orgasm expertly. You feel the knot building, the tension pulling at your lower stomach. He can tell you’re close by the way your brows furrow, lips parting as soft moans fall from your mouth, and your soaked cunt clenching around his fingers. You can feel the waves coming closer, closer… gone.

Your eyes snap open at the loss of your orgasm, looking up at him with offense. “What’re you-“ He tuts you, removing his fingers. “I think I’d rather you cum on my cock, darling.” He smirks, and you feel his tip pressing to your abandoned hole. You both let out a unison groan as he pushes in completely, stretching you out.

His chest presses to yours as he starts rocking his hips slowly, getting you used to the feeling. He kisses you deeply as he does, his hand gripping your hip. After a few moments, he sits up into a kneeling position, pulling your hips up onto his thighs. You cry out loudly as his cock drives into your deeper, the new angle making him hit your g-spot.

“Oh my god!” You wail, his hips setting a bruising pace that has your tits bouncing harshly with every thrust. He bites down hard on his bottom lip as he focuses on how he’s making you feel, his hips snapping against you roughly.

“Fuck, darling. You’re taking me so well.” He groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you up. You can feel the knot building again as he assaults your soft spongey spot inside of you, your hand reaching down to toy with your clit. He swats your hand away, and you groan in annoyance. He leans forward, bending you nearly in half as he kisses you, his hips still driving into you.

You’re a moaning, crying mess at the position he has you in; your legs shaking as the pleasure courses through you. You bring your hands past your knees that are now almost to your chest, taking his face in them as you kiss him. He groans into the kiss, feeling himself nearing the edge as you continue clenching around him.

He reaches between you two, his fingers planting themselves on your clit; circling the wet bundle of nerves expertly. You toss your head back, his head falling to your neck as he keeps up his thrusts and fingers. “Cum for me, baby.. Come on..” He urges, and you fall apart. Your legs shake and jerk sporadically as your clit throbs, pleasure permeating through you. Your release triggers his, his thrusts getting sloppy as he spills his warm seed into you, painting your velvet walls in white.

He released your legs, letting the aching muscles relax at his sides. You sigh in relief as the tension in your legs settles, your breathing following suit. You flutter your eyes open, glancing at a fucked out Jamie above you; his eyes are closed, his lashes lightly against his cheeks, a few strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and lips parted as they search for steady breaths.

You caress his face softly, his eyes open slowly to gaze down at you, returning to his beautiful blue shade. He smiles gently, leaning down and placing a featherlight kiss to your lips. “I love you so much.” He whispers, and you smile. “I love you.” He reluctantly gets off of you, flopping down on his back and pulling you up against his side.

You gaze up at him before back down at his lightly heaving chest, hand making their way to dance across his tattoos again. “I should get more of these then, yeah?” He jokes and you giggle. “I wouldn’t mind.” You wink up at him, wrapping your arm around his waist and letting your head rest on his shoulder.

You both stay like that for what seems like hours, before you both finally drift to sleep wrapped in each other.

[mikqls0n]

Jealousy || Jamie bower x wife!reader

Summary: Jamie wanted to make you jealous but it didnt go like planed

Warnings: smut,jealousy (obviously), use of y/n, its longa asf😭

Extras: I made this with the amazing @jamiebowersslvt 🫶!

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Jamie loved to make you jealous and you both knew it. Though it would always end up with a fight, you both would just talk at the end. Everything would be over and you went on with your life, but he would never stop.

Today you and Jamie were going to Sam's birthday party as he just turned 18. He wanted to celebrate it with a big party with him, his friends, and of course, his brother and sister-in-law.

“Are you ready, love?” You heard Jamie yelling from downstairs, as you were still in the bathroom fixing your hair a little.

“Yeah wait one second!” You walked downstairs in a not-too-long but also not-too-short black dress while Jamie wore a matching black suit.

“You look stunning”

Jamie said as he kissed you.

“Hmm, you look amazing too”

———

“Jamie, Y/N! You made it” he hugged Jamie, then you.

“Happy birthday Sam,” You said as you three entered his house, stepping into his garden where everyone else already was.

“Ok, so there’s still a few people that are missing but they should be here soon! So maybe grab a drink or something? There's also a bar over there and I’ll see you both later!” Sam patted his older brother on the back and disappeared. Jamie didn’t waste any time before grabbing your hand, softly pulling you with him towards the bar.

“Uh, I’ll take a coke, please. What would you like, darling?”

“I’ll just take some water. Thank you.” You smiled.

———

After you both got your drink, you sat down on a bench waiting for all the others to finally start the party.

“Hey, can you hold my drink for me, love? I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” you said as Jamie nodded and you handed him your drink.

After you came back you saw Jamie talking to a girl, laughing and smiling.

You went over to them and grabbed your drink again.

“Hey what’s going on? Who is this?” You asked and Jamie turned to you.

“Oh yeah, Y/N meet Lila, she recently just moved here and is friends with Sam. Lila meet my wife.” Her face immediately dropped when Jamie introduced you as his wife. She was very clearly interested in Jamie.

“Oh, you’re his wife. I thought you were old friends or something. I didn't see a ring on your finger?” She smiled, which you returned with a fake one.

“Yeah, we actually don’t wear them in public because they were really expensive, Would be sad to lose them.”

“Yeah, uhm okay anyways! I’ll be with Sam so if you need something or someone you know where to find me” and winked at Jamie before going Sam's way.

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After the party was over you and Jamie sat in the car again, which was silent.

“Everything alright, my love?” Jamie asked, to which you didn’t respond.

This goes from the moment you stepped into the car. Jamie just decided to give in and just ask you at home again.

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After Jamie opened the front door, you immediately went down the hallway, leading to your bedroom. Jamie stopped you, grabbing your arm, and turned you around.

“Why the hell are you ignoring me? Did I do something?” Jamie asked with a confused look.

“I don’t know, did you?” You snapped back.

“Is it because of Lila? We were just talking while Sam was gone for a little”

“Yeah okay. She was definitely flirting with you and you didn’t do anything! You just let her” Your jealousy was now clearly visible.

“You know I’m yours. I would never go for anybody else and you know that!” Jamie said with a chuckle in his voice as his hands flew to your waist,pulling you in for a hug.

“How should I know?” You said.

“Do anything you want to me, so you know I’m only yours.” You raised an eyebrow and put your arms around his neck.

“Anything you say?” You smirked.

“Anything." He whispered straight into your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.

You smirked and grabbed him with full force, dragging him to your room and slamming him to the door, making him wince. Lips immediately connected as Jamie tries to slip his tongue in, denied. He bit down on your bottom lip with full force. Making you gasp as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Kissing with tongue for a while, you break the kiss. Walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge.

“Come here.” You obey. “Get on Your fucking knees.” You look him dead in the eyes. He chuckles for a second before realizing you were serious.

“You’ve gotta be joking Y/N …if you think I’m getting on my knees your fucking crazy.” He spat.

“Then I guess I’ve gone mad.” You say sharply before ripping his belt off of his waist and tying it around his wrists, forcing them behind his back. “Get on the ground and eat me out. Since you want to act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like one.”

“Jesus fucking christ Y/N. I love it when you talk to me like that it’s so-“ you placed a clean slap on his face and he let out a whimper.

“Silent.” He rolled his eyes and began to take your underwear off with his teeth. Not gonna lie, the sight of that almost made you cum by itself. He started with a small lick to your clit, making you groan before he took the nerve in his mouth and began sucking, hard. Letting out a moan your hand went to his hair. “God baby the things you do to me” you half whispered. He dipped his tongue into your cunt and your eyes went back. Whining against you he sent vibrations down your body.

“holy sh-shit Jamie!” You Moaned out. As he continued to eat you out he pulled away for a second.

“Can I use my hands..? Please?” He cocked his head to the side as he begged

“Yeah. Yeah use your hands.” You sat up and undid the belt around his wrists. He placed a soft kiss to your clit before sliding two fingers into you with no warning. His other hand on your hip. You were almost ashamed at the moan you let out, it was so loud that it echoed throughout the house. “Fucking hell Jamie!” You flopped down on the bed as he continued his actions. Your hand tugging on his hair as you came on his face and fingers. Jamie groaned as he licked his fingers clean and put a kiss on your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He climbs on top of you while your lips are still connected. moving down your jaw, then your neck, then your boobs, then your stomach, and back up to your lips. He slid his knee onto your bare pussy, sliding it up and down against your wetness.

“No.” You speak into his ear as you flip him under you. You bit his neck, hard. Making him whine. Your hands fly to his dress shirt “take this off.” You kissed down his body to this fly, pulling the zipper down. Your index finger traced the waistband of his pants as you teased the man below you, finally pulling them down along with his boxers. He hissed as the cold air hit him and you placed a long lick up the underside of his rock hard dick, followed by a kiss to the tip. His hand came down to your beautiful hair, stroking it softly.

“Please..Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it ever again. I want you. Only you please baby.” If you weren’t such a slut for this man you would have laughed at his desperation but every muscle in this man’s body turned you on. The way his hair flowed on his face, the curves on his hips, the faint bruises on his collarbone, he was literally fucking perfect.

After a little more teasing u finally gave him and took him slowly into your mouth, inch by inch until you felt the tip of his cock on the back of your throat which made Jamie grabbed the sheets from the pleasure you were giving him.

You looked up to him as you slowly licked the side of his cock which was far down your throat.

Jamie thought your actions were a little too slow, so he grabbed your hair again with his right hand as he bucked his hips, forcing his cock further down you throat as you fought against your gag reflex.

Jamie had now the control of you as he fucked you throat by thrusting his cock in and out of your throat with his hand, mixed with his thrusts by his hips.

His loud moans were like music to your ears- also knowing how much he enjoyed himself as he fucked you throat.

“So good- fuck… taking me so well like always..”he praised you as he thrusted hard into your throat.

“Hmm- love i’m gonna cum-..” he couldn’t finish his sentence as his cum spilled out of him down you throat as you swallowed everything that came out of him.

He smirked as he looked down at the sight of you swallowing his cum.his hand was still buried in your hair as he still weakly thrusted his cock a few times down your throat while he orgasmed.

“Hmm such a good girl, letting me fuck your throat like this-mhm..” his eyes rolled back and his head fell back onto the bed as you looked up at your moaning husband.

After he finished his release you got on top of him again as he’s still laying on his back.

Since you both had your underwear off you could feel Jamie getting hard again,against your left thigh but ur were busy taking off ur shirt which left you both completely naked as Jamie’s hands were slowly sliding down from your breast to ur hips.

“Fuck…”he mumbled under his breath as you brace yourself with one hand on Jamie’s shoulder and with the other one, you took his cock in your Hand as you lift your hips a little,lining his cock to your entrance before you sink down on him as you both left out a loud moan while you slowly adjusted his size.

When you felt ready you,at first rocked your hips a bit forward and backwards before you felt Jamie roughly grabbing your hips tightly as he thrusted up to you as you felt him going deeper inside you as you started to bounce on his cock creating a rhythm as Jamie also thrusted into you ever now and then.

Your eyes closed as your hand was still on Jamie’s shoulder giving you balance as Jamie scanned your face before he also shut his eyes close feeling the same pleasure as you do.

You felt yourself getting closer to your high as you felt Jamie hitting all different spots inside you whenever your hips met, making you clench around him.

“Are You close?” Jamie asked between his moans as you nod your head- impossible to speak as the only thing coming out of your mouth was loud moans that were to jamie also music to his ears.

The skin clapping and the loud moans- you wouldn’t wonder if the neighbourhood would hear you, but you two couldn’t care less right now as the only thing on your mind was how good this felt.

“Fuck.. jamie i’m close…” you were sure you were squeezing the hell out of jamie’s cock but it felt so good neither you or Jamie cared.

“Hold it for me darling, please- hmm… gonna come inside you okay? I’m close too..” you nod as you felt yourself reaching your high as you came around Jamie’s cock, and right after you felt his cum also spilling inside you, filling you up as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Fuck you’re Doing so good for me, my good girl..” he praises you as he stopped filling you up. You sat up a little more straight- his cock still inside you.

When u slowly calmed down Jamie unexpectedly grabbed your hips again flipping you over as he hovers over you causing his cock to slip out of you before he connected your lips again.

His kisses went down from your lips to your neck as he grabbed one of your leg, wrapping it around his waist and he roughly thrusted into you again with no warning which made you let out screaming his name.

“Yes scream my name like the good little slut you are for me, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good…” he mumbled between kisses against your neck as you wrapped your other leg also around his waist, pulling him impossible closer to you.

His thrust become faster and harder as everything you could do is moaning in Jamie’s ear as he’s literally destroying you from the inside.

“Please…” tears begin falling down your checks as you hold onto Jamie’s back as if your life would depend on it.

“Please what? Huh… don’t cry baby..” Jamie wiped away the tears with his tumb as his lips met yours again.

“Please- more…” it was almost impossible to speak as the pleasure begin to become a little to much as you still needed more.

Jamie moved his free hand down to your clit as he drew circles on your clit with his middle finger- adding the pleasure to you.

The moans that were coming out of your mouth became louder, when you buck your hips as Jamie thrusted into you. skin clapping and the sound of yours and Jamie’s moans were the only thing audibly in the room right now.

You clench around him as you feel his movements slowing down a little.

“Keep doing that and I’ll be cuming the same second I swear to god y/n..”

Your couldn’t help but clench around him again as you suddenly feel him filling you up again as jamie’s movements stopped completely and he holds you close, his head in your neck,leaving sloppy kisses on it as he feels you cum on him too a few moments later.

He thrusted into you a couple times more before slowly pulling out of you but be still in the same position on top of you.

He kisses you as his kisses went down to between your breasts and then to your pussy as he pushed his tongue inside you to which you couldn’t help but moan at the sight when you looked down.

After he pushed his tongue in and out of your wet pussy for a while, he licked you clean, tasting your cum on his tongue before going back on top of you, letting you taste yourself as you lips connected.

Jamie let himself fall beside you on the bed as he pulls you into his arms, covering the both of you with a blanket.

“You should get some rest love, we have a big day tomorrow, i love you” he whispered as he sees your eyes slowly shut.

“I love you…” you said before you fell asleep.

[juliettesgotagun]

The Witch King.

Summary: The witch king has chosen you to join him, and tonight, you’ll answer his call.

Pairing: Demon!Jamie x Catholic!Reader

Warnings: Smut/ Fem!Reader/ PinV sex/ Oral sex f!recieving/ breeding kink/ praise kink/ Virgin!reader.

The voices never seem to quiet. It was calling you again.

You had tried everything. You had prayed and prayed and prayed, but it was no use. You had clutched onto your crucifix every night like it was your lifeline. Yet in the very early hours of each morning, came the familiar feeling of his hand on your cheek.

He had told you he was the King of Witches, and it was time for you to join him.

You had sobbed and told him no. You had said you’d rather him kill you. In fact, you begged him to, but kill you, he did not.

He continues to call you, deep into the woods is where he wants to lead you.

You had attended church everyday, and begged your priest to save you.

And save you he did, or so he claimed, but still, eyes of cerulean blue haunt you.

You had done everything you were supposed to. You had attended church every day. You had prayed. You had been perfect.

Maybe that’s why he wanted you. To corrupt a perfect, pure soul.

The more you saw him. The more you began to doubt whether God was real. What if he was all there was?

He seemed to give purpose to your bleak lifestyle. A part of you felt special to have been chosen.

Maybe your life had a deeper meaning.

Maybe you didn’t have to just submit to your husband and worship a god not brave enough to show his face to you. To answer your prayer.

Yes, Yes. You had made up your mind.

When he came for you tonight, You would answer his call.

You had sat in front of your mirror, brushing your hair ever so daintily.

Your clothes had been discarded on the floor. You needed them no longer.

You had attended church for the last time, and look the priest in the eye and lied to him.

They’ll believe anything if it’s what they wanted to hear.

You had said goodnight to your father, hugged your mother, and kissed your little brother on the head for the last time.

You picked up the crucifix on your vanity, and threw it to the ground. When you stood, preparing to go to bed, You crushed it beneath your heel.

You buried yourself beneath the covers, and blew out the candles to go to sleep.

The wind from your open window howled, and your eyes shot open. You hadn’t need to look around to know he was there, you could feel his presence.

The moonlight cast a heavenly glow onto his features. Icy blue eyes sparkling as he watched you.

“I am ready, My lord.” You spoke.

This seemed to please him, a hint of a smile painted his face.

“I knew you would be.” He stalked closer to you, his hand lifting your chin to look up at him.

You drank him in. The moon seemingly forming a halo around his head, and his eyes pierced your very soul.

His blonde hair fell to his jaw, it was messy, but seemed to frame his face perfectly.

You wonder what being had graced him with such angular features. You could get lost him.

“You’ll give all of yourself to me now.” It wasn’t a question. A direction. This was how it begins.

You nodded, throwing off the covers, and standing before him, completely exposed, but any shyness in you had diminished. He was your king now. You had no reason to be shy. He owned you. You are his.

He said nothing as his eyes trailed up and down your body, tilting his head.

“Does this please you, My lord?”

A devilish smirk played at his lips. “Oh yes. Very much so.”

He brought his hand to your chest, caressing your cleavage.

You moved not.

He finally moved his hand, a large palm cupping your entire breast.

He bit his lip as he squeezed, and you discovered that you now had to bite yours.

His eyes flickered back up to yours, and he smiled once again.

“Lie down.” He ordered.

You did not hesitate, Lying back on your pathetic excuse for a bed.

He approached you in a very predatory fashion., pushing a part your legs with his hands.

He knelt in between them, a single digit lightly dragged over your slit.

Your face contorted in pleasure. He seemed to take note of this.

He tilted his head once more, before leaning down, and gently flicking your clit with his tongue.

Your back arched, and he gently pushed your hips back down into the mattress.

His arms hooked around your thighs, spreading them open as he began to lap at your clit.

You squirmed and squirmed, but he didn’t seem to mind, simply holding you in place as he continued his work.

A whine fell from your lips as he pulled away., sitting up and staring at your glistening folds. His hand returned to your slit, fingers began to circle your hole.

In a trance like state, he inserted the tip of one inside of you, immediately met by resistance from your virgin cunt.

He remained in this trance as he slowly pushed the entire digit inside of you.

You grimaced at the pain, however the pain was accompanied by pleasure, which caused your face to contort into a much different expression.

He did not move his finger, He had simply watched it disappear inside of you, and was now staring at the way it looked, buried deep inside of you.

“Please.” You whined.

His eyes slowly met yours, and for a moment, you feared you had upset him. He instead nodded slowly, and leaned back down, removing his finger from inside you. He hooked his arm back around your thighs.

His tongue circled your hole, and your thighs began to shake. You finally felt his tongue slip inside of you, causing soft whimpers to pass from your lips as the hot muscle probed inside of you.

Your eyes had squeezed shut, and he snapped at you. Your eye shot open and he pointed at his eyes, as if to say “Eyes on me.”

You squirmed, and your thighs shook as his tongue continued to move in and out of you. A blush painted your cheeks at the intense eye contact. The way he looked, tongue inside of you, eyes staring into yours, was…so incredibly hot. It made you leak even more juices.

You felt your cunt begin to pulse around his tongue, and a weird feeling crept up in your core.

Your whines began to get louder. You were confused. What was happening?

He kept eye contact with you, and the feeling in your core began to intensify., it felt like you were about to sneeze.

He slowly nodded from in between your thighs, giving you permission to do what ever was about to happen.

Your cunt squeezed his tongue tightly as you saw stars, back arching into the sky, crying out loudly. Sweat coated your forehead as juices poured out of you.

“What was- What did I-“ He shushed you, and you were completely out of breath. He licked the liquid from off his lips, standing and placing a hand on your cheek.

“Something only I can give you.”

You breathlessly nodded, and he began to remove his trousers.

“Your induction is about to be complete.” He smiled. “You’re about to be mine.”

He removed his trousers , and his hard cock sprung out of them. It was quite large, and had a thickness about the size of your wrist. It was red and angry looking, leaking an unfamiliar white liquid.

He climbed on top of you and caressed your cheek.

“Now, Darling. I’m about to put my cock inside of your virgin cunt. It’s going to hurt, but I’m going to need you take all of me, Okay, Sweetheart? It’s the only way that you can be mine. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl and do that for me?”

You nodded slowly, and he kissed your forehead.

His eyes trailed down as his hand guided his cock to your hole, inserting the tip of it inside of you, letting out a groan.

Pain stung at your lower regions, your chest heaving up and down as you bit down on your lip.

His forehead pressed against yours, and he continued to press further inside of you.

You let out a pain filled whine, and his hand caressed your cheek.

“Shhhh Shhh, Pretty girl. You’re doing so well for me.”

He continued to inch inside of you, and the more and more he pushed in, the less it began to hurt.

Until finally, after what felt like an hour, he finally bottomed out, and your cunt couldn’t help but clench around his unmoving, throbbing cock.

“That’s it, Princess. Clench around me. Such a Good girl.”

He slowly began to move inside of you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Whimpers began to fall from your lips, but as time went on, then went from being whimpers from pain, to from pleasure.

This feeling that he had awakened inside of you, was unlike any other. You were practically feral.

Soon enough, he had began to make you feel such ecstasy, you couldn’t take it, whining and thrashing around in pleasure. It felt too good, It was too much.

“It’s t-too much!” You cried.

His lips captured yours in a kiss. “It’s alright, Sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can. Be a good girl for me.”

He continued to pound inside of you. His hair messy and sweat glistening on his forehead.

Your eyes trailed down, and your lips parted in awe as you watched his cock disappear inside of you.

He let out a low chuckle when he noticed. “Do you like looking at that? Do you like seeing my cock inside of you? Well don’t worry, baby. This won’t be the last time.”

The same feeling from before crept up in your core, and you whined out.

“It’s happening again!” You cried out as your cunt began to pulse.

He nodded. “I know, baby. I know me too.”

Him too? What did he mean?

He trailed his hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

Your whole body contorted and squirmed, as the pressure in your stomach increased.

“Do it, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

You cried out loudly, as your walls clamped down hard around him, juices spilling out of you and all over his cock.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, as his trusts became sloppier and sloppier.

“Fuck, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna claim you, baby. You’re gonna be all mine. I’m gonna fill your tummy with me, yeah?” He said, breathlessly, before pushing deep inside of you one last time, filling you completely. You cried out one last time.

Two pairs of footsteps barreled towards your door. Your parents had heard you cry out, trying their best to pry open the bedroom door.

By time they finally got it, the door swung open to reveal no one inside. The wind blowing through the room, window wide open.

Your mother knelt down, picking up the broken crucifix on the ground, crying out at the realization that came with it.

That Lucifer, himself, had their precious daughter in his clutches.

[themoonsbride]

Y/N PLAYING HIDE & SEEK WITH JAMIE 😭 I can imagine how she's trying not to laugh when she hear Jamie saying smth like "Where are you hiding, my love? You know I'll find you.." and then he's trying to catch her when she's running away and they end up laughing and kissing each other 🥹 I would love to read smth cute from you if you're okay with writing that 🥹

yes. I love you for requesting this gorgeous. <3 I loved writing it so much, thank you for requesting me deary ♡

Come Find Me .

pairing; Jamie Bower x Fem!Reader

summary; in the request ! <3 Reader and Jamie play hide and seek together :)

warnings; none ! all cute fluff . :)

a/n: aaaaaa!! I'm so happy that I got 2 requests this week!!! it's been awhile since I have ! I love it when people request me sm so I'm really happy to have written this :)

--×♥︎×--

The silence in the air was thick and filled with adrenaline. You tried desperately to keep your giggles inside, your face muscles swelled from how long and hard you'd been smiling.

You and your boyfriend were playing hide and seek. And as childish as it may have looked and sounded it, the both of you had actually been having a lot of fun together.

It reminded you of when you were 6 and would play with your neighbors in your neighboor hood.

--×♥︎×--

"1..2..3..4.." A small girl spoke, you smiled over at your other friends and grabbed your best friends hand. Running off and hiding together in your mother's garden, the both of you laid next to some flowerbeds and giggled at eachother.

"shhh! were gonna get caught y/n!" Your best friend smiled, her tiny teeth looked so cute in her crescent smile.

"I'm sorry! I can't stop giggling!" you mumbled back, you heard the seeker girl yell in the back of your mother's garden.

"y/n! I'm gonna get you guys!" The other small girl yelled giggling.

--×♥︎×--

"My love, where are you?" Jamie called out to you, you couldn't help but let a small few giggles escape your mouth.

"What's so funny my dear? You know I'm going to find you.." His voice was so soft and full of love, it filled your heart to the brim it almost overflowed with butterflies.

Jamie giggled a little himself even, You were hidden behind the curtain that covered the shower, Jamie was in the kitchen and had decided to look through the cabinets.

"Love, are you in one of these cupboards?" He said, as the cupboards opened and closed, you could hear the smile inside his voice.

"You'll be found soon enough dear I promise !" Jamie laughed as you could hear his footsteps coming from the kitchen towards what sounded like the bathroom.

In reality, he had actually bent down under the dark dusty couch, somehow assuming you'd be able to squeeze your body underneath there. even if it was impossible.

Your body tensed a bit as you heard his footsteps start to become closer, but your ears were incorrect as you soon discovered he was actually in the bedroom.

"baabyy.." His voice lingered and was deep, it tingled around your skin and make you shiver.

"there's only a few more places you could be love, you're bound to be found any minute now." His voice was so comforting to listen to as you felt shots of adrenaline crawling all the way up your spine.

Jamie checked underneath the bed the two of you had shared ever since you both moved in, before going to open the doors to the closet that had also been shared. Your clothing kept on the left side, and his on the right.

"Ohhh babyy.." his voice and the sound of his feet walking were the only 2 things to be heard, before he suddenly whipped his body around, watching you run out of the bathroom he had yet to check.

"Hey!" He called out to you, soon beginning to run right after you, your laugher bounced of the walls and yelled throughout the apartment.

"Get back here!" He yelled, laughing along with you. You'd never felt so happy before you started dating Jamie, he was the sun who'd sweep the musty storm clouds away on your rainy days. and you were his.

You ran through the kitchen and into your bedroom as Jamie caught up to you, both of your ending up crashing into your king sized bed.

Your giggling and laughter was filled with love and happiness, and filled the both of your hearts with joy to hear the other laugh.

You soon felt your boyfriends hand stroking your hair and tucking some of it behind your ear,

Now the both of you were just staring into eachothers eyes, it felt so special, you never wanted it to end.

"I love you." Jamie whispered to you.

"I love you too."

He smiled a cute small smile before pressing his lips to yours, they felt soft, like pillows, or clouds possibly.

And then he kissed your forehead, and your cheeks, and one of your temples, and before you knew it he was smothering your face in lovely kisses that tickled against your skin which made you giggle more than you already had that night.

[elodieballard]

because you love her.

jace wayland x fem reader

summary: basically u have no clue how ur love life with jace is going

warnings: clueless clary, lashing out, a little bit of obsession??? jace is a little bit of an idiot (not rude, just ignorant) super off plot of tmi with like one scene you’d know, dorothea is like COMPLETELY ooc (out of character) ooc hodge, slightly ooc clary

i know it sounds boring but i’m just lazy to put anything so lol

also pls excuse the terrible pov pronouns im trying to use second person instead of first for this fic so yeah

AND my only knowledge of tmi is the movie so be kind 🤗🤗

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you turn another page in your book, daydreaming as your eyes stare at the words on the pages.

jace. jace, jace, jace, jace.

it was all jace, the only thing that clouded your mind. you found it hard to tear yourself away from the thought of him when you imagined what his lips would feel like. would taste like.

it’s been some time now, the amount of time you’ve been in love with jace. i mean, how couldn’t you? he is an angel—and lord you hate to remember how that was actually literal—but he’s kind behind all of his sarcasm.

he’s really attractive. hot. handsome. pretty, even.

scratch that, he’s more than pretty. he is gorgeous.

when you think about rain, you think about jace. you’ve always loved rain, so the two correlate.

reading, too. reading is always a fun and calming thing to do, even if you’re teased for it.

it’s not very common for shadowhunters or demon hunters to be so soft, at least that’s what jace thought.

until he met you. he likes your softness. he liked a little too much, even. he likes that you don’t wear an overly amount of makeup like izzy does.

he likes that you’re comfortable with your own beauty. sure, he knows you aren’t confident, which he doesn’t understand.

he loved all of things before clary came. to you, he was okay with those things. he didn’t care about the reading or the makeup, that’s why he didn’t tease you for it.

but when clary came, things changed. you noticed jace didn’t care much to defend you against alec’s smart comments about reading, and he didn’t even protest when izzy suggested giving you a makeover when it was time to go to magnus’ party.

yesterday, you blinked harshly as izzy’s hair curler left a section in your hair. you were deep in thought as izzy styles your hair, smiling as she brushed some hair out of your face.

“what’s gotten you so worked up?” she said in a tone one talks in after laughing. anyone else would suppose she was being sarcastic, teasing you, even. clary probably would. but you knew izzy for your entire life to know how to read in between the lines.

“i just wish i wasn’t here.” you mumbled, looking to the side.

“with me?” she scrunched your hair a little bit, giving it volume.

“no, i’d love to be in here talking to you about the party and if there would be any cute boys there or even the fucking escape route we’ll have to use once we crash the whole thing.” your voice was getting louder by the moment and izzy knew something was up.

“if you’re worried about miss googly eyed carrie or whatever her name is, i assure you she’ll only be here for a little bit.”

“i’m worried about her, yeah, but not in the way you assume i am.” you mumbled.

“i don’t know why you’d be worried, she’s not going to take your spot in hodge’s eyes.”

as izzy reached for the brush, you crack a smile. you were always hodge’s favorite, so, no, you’d never be worried about it.

“what do you mean ‘googly eyed’?” you asked curiously, pinching yourself in the wrist as you asked the question in regret.

“you didn’t see it? she’s like, totally in love with jace,” izzy smiled and grabbed the curler.

your heart drops to your feet.

“jace seems to like her, too. he’s worried about her all the time, he’s the one who brought her here… it’s love at first sight if you ask me. dontcha think?”

you swallowed. you wanted to cover your ears and scream until izzy shut up, but you couldn’t. “yeah, i do.” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice.

“they’d be cute together. especially with the height difference. i don’t know if you got a good look at her, but she’s your height. short-”

you tried not to roll your eyes.

izzy sighed before continuing. “and it’s a power couple. she seems innocent. not much like a badass. but we both know jace, on the other hand.”

you forced a laugh. “yeah.”

“now that i think about it, you and clary are similar. really similar, actually. you guys would get along.”

you bit your lip. in this moment, you wanted to tell izzy all about your love for jace, but it wasn’t worth it. there was no point. you swallowed. “maybe, yeah.”

izzy finished with your hair and moved on to makeup. later, you found yourself wearing an extremely short dress and thigh high boots. you had to walk to the party and you walked alongside jace, it was the one time he wasn’t all over clary that day and you just wanted to hear his laugh and to laugh at his jokes.

but now, today, the pages of your favorite book tickles at your fingertips as you stare at the worlds sputtered along them, your brain not registering a simple thing.

“that book must not be very interesting.” you hear from behind you, scaring you out of your daydream.

“jace!” you exclaim.

“really? is that me?” he jokes sarcastically.

you giggle and playfully slap him in the shoulder. “shut up.”

“what book is it?”

“never mind the book, what are you doing in here?”

the blonde lets out a breath, flopping onto your bed. “boredddd.”

you’re taken aback at this. calmly as you can, you say your response carefully so it’s not sarcastic. “where’s clary?”

“what does clary have to do with my boredom?”

you almost laugh at this. “nothing, you’ve just been all over her yesterday and this morning, i thought you guys would be in a closet making out or something.”

jace’s expression drops as he feels his heart stop. his breath hitched. “why are you being like that?”

you close your book. “like what?”

“look, just because i have a heart-”

you immediately lunge forward and feel his chest area where his heart is. you try to pretend that it isn’t beating crazily fast at the distance between the two of your faces.

“not there.”

jace can’t hide his laugh. “yeah, okay. well, just because i have a heart and want to help someone out, doesn’t mean i’m in love with them! and anyway, why is it such a big deal if i were in love with her?”

“is that you admitting that you do?”

“no! answer my fucking question!” he demands.

you swallow, feeling defeated. “it’s not that. she’s taking up all of your time and i literally don’t get to see you anymore.”

you walk to your bookshelf and put your book in. keeping your cool was getting harder and harder by the moment.

“well i’m offering now?” he says, but it sounds like he’s questioning it.

“and then? what about tomorrow?” you put your hair behind your ear, reaching for a gold ring.

“what’s that?” jace gets off of your bed and points to the ring.

“remember when we were kids and you gave me a promise ring that one day we’d get married?” your voice cracks as you place the ring on your finger. “it was sweet at first, but…”

as you pull the ring off your finger, jace is quick to push it back on.

you feel the heat in your cheeks rising, going crazy. you swallow and look into his eyes.

he sighs, removing his hands from yours. “get ready, we’ll leave in a bit. and if you’re so obsessed with clary, i’ll ask her to come. you guys will get along.”

he walks out of the room leaving you blushing and confused.

~ clary is all over you, she thinks you’re the coolest person to ever exist.

“your hair looks really pretty, too.” she says, brushing her fingers through it.

“thanks, izzy curled it last night.” you try to hide the annoyance in your voice.

the cab car was extremely hot. the driver had a passenger in the front seat, so the three of you—jace, clary, you— had undid your appearance runes and you were basically hitch hiking without the driver or the passenger knowing.

jace to the left of you and clary to the right.

if you were being honest, you didn’t want to be sitting next to him after what happened earlier. was he trying to say that he still wanted to marry you after all the years?

“oh, please, stop fighting over me, girls!” jace jokes sarcastically. clary cracks up, but for once, you don’t laugh at his joke. he notices this and raises an eyebrow.

“so, clary, where’s your mundane friend?” you ask curiously, starting to think you were wrong about her at first.

“oh, he’s with izzy. she said she’ll take care of him while we go out.” clary looks out the window, admiring the city.

“right.” you turn to your left to find that jace was already staring at you, his gaze low at the hem of your dress.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like the way you looked and felt in the dress and makeup you wore yesterday. you decided that before you headed back to the institute, you and izzy could go shopping. you found a ton of short dresses you bought without even trying on, of course.

“what’s up?” you say, staring at jace, his eyes dancing along the hem.

he shoot’s his head up, caught in the act. you smile to yourself. “you’re wearing makeup, aren’t you?”

you bite back a grin. “izzy gave me a bit, she said it looked pretty on me.”

jace doesn’t seem amused. “i think you look better without it.”

you don’t know if that’s a compliment, but you find yourself with a stupid grin plastered on your face as you watch the scenery outside of clary’s window.

“where are we going, by the way?” clary whispers.

“shit.” jace gasps as he grabs your hand, making you instinctively grab clary’s. he opens the door on his side and the driver stops the car, going to see why the door opened and you start running.

you and clary are cracking up at how concentrated jace is as he turns the corner.

“where are we going?!?” you repeat clary’s question from earlier as you start going down a hill.

“hodge used to take us there,” he turns to face you, who has no clue where he plans on going. you raise an eyebrow with crossed arms. “don’t start with the ‘oh, he used to take us everywhere!’ shit, we went a few times every week.”

you smile. you never realized how much of a father hodge acted as, your parents had died in a battle against vampires, and jace’s parents— no one really knew much about.

“i don’t know!” you squeal.

jace squeezes your hand a little tighter and angrily pushes past a crowd of people who jump at the feeling of being pushed but nothing to be pushed by. after blushing over this, you turn to clary who shrugs at jace’s random anger.

“are we going to see dorothea?” you gasp when you realize and jace giggles.

“dorothea?” clary asks, a little alarmed. “that’s my neighbor!”

“you live next to dorothea?” jace asks after turning around to face clary.

you see tension. you can practically feel it. it makes you sick to your stomach. clary’s going to take this moment to bond with jace, when you and him have been coming here since you were little.

“s-she’s— yes.” clary struggles, looking down at her feet.

“she’s yes?” jace laughs at her own joke. you force a laugh to get out of the rearview.

“i knew i recognized this street,” clary whispers to you as you turn the corner.

“okay.” you don’t even want to talk to her anymore. sure, it wasn’t her fault that she lives next to dorothea, but it was almost completely obvious she got nervous when jace got a little too close to her. you clear your throat. “jace, we’re here.”

jace was staring at the ground and he picks his head up without saying anything and turns back to you and clary.

“have you got a key?” he asks clary.

clary is still bright red as she nods, but she puts her hand under the mat on the porch and puts it through the keyhole.

“after you.” jace smiles brightly as he opens the door for you and clary.

you go in before her, jace takes notice to how you cut her off to get in front.

once the three of you are inside, you start to look around. it’s like a regular apartment building, budget was probably sixty thousand on the minimum interior decorating.

jace walks over to the first door on the first floor and knocks.

“shoo, put my mail at the door of my door!” you hear from inside. you look at jace and smile, who smiles back. this gives you major butterflies.

jace knocks again.

“disobeying bastards!” you hear dorothea yell from inside before the door opens and you get a clear view of her. she didn’t age, she was already really old. she looked the same.

“oh my lord!” she exclaims before extending her arms to jace and pulling him in a hug. jace doesn’t really appreciate physical touch that isn’t formed by him, but he accepts it because it’s dorothea. “jace, boy, you’ve gotten so big!”

she turns to you and extends her arms. “and hello, y/n… you’re still small and fragile…”

she chuckles to herself, but you can’t help but feel a little offended.

jace knows how you feel about this, so he rubs your back comfortingly.

“and clary…” she looks at her unamused and then opens the door completely so you all can walk in.

her place has remained the same over the years. not a single book, even, has moved.

you linger closer to jace as you tour her one-bedroom which seems to make him uncomfortable. like you’re following him.

dorothea smiles as she takes a seat at her table. “jace, y/n, come sit.”

you and jace look at each other. then you follow him to the table she’s sitting at as clary explores the room.

“oh, i can’t believe how long it’s been…” she says, looking teary eyed.

“twelve years.” you say, trying not to make it obvious you’re uncomfortable. the situation is awkward.

dorothea stares at you blankly. “you look so beautiful, dear.”

“uh, thanks… izzy let me borrow some makeup.”

if you were being honest, jace looked pissed. it was stupid he thought he could control how you lived.

“she still looks beautiful without it.” he says, facing dorothea. he doesn’t even shoot a second glance towards you.

your cheeks grow red rapidly, and you try not to smile. “thanks.”

jace crosses his arms.

dorothea smiles wildly at the two of you. “you two still plan on getting married? you’re together, right?”

you and jace look at each other and clary stops. she wants to see what he says.

then jace’s gaze moves to your ring and you feel like you’re about to explode.

jace then turns to dorothea. “maybe. i don’t know.”

you look to the side and jace doesn’t shoot a second glance to you.

is that why he gave you the ring? he still wants to marry you? like he did as a little boy?

“that’s wonderful, your babies would be beautiful you know?” dorothea clasps her hands and stands up. “well unfortunately you came at a bad time. i was just getting ready for bed, but don’t let that stop you. feel free to loiter, i suppose. i really did miss you children. and it was nice to see you, clary.”

she really doesn’t care about clary though, which makes you feel happy for some reason. like you won.

“y/n, you sure you don’t want to go home and go to bed?” jace asks with a smirk.

“shut up, jace. you never used to tease me about that. you always defended me for it.” you don’t know why you said it, but once it was out of your mouth, you felt you spoke the truth. you just wish it wasn’t in front of dorothea.

“i’m just joking,” jace laughs and clary is cracking up from beside you.

you have to finish what you started. “joking? but isn’t that what alec and izzy did? hell, even magnus!”

dorothea realized she wasn’t welcome in this argument and had made her way to the other room for bed. you shoot a glance at jace that says ‘bring this outside’ but not in a friendly manner.

jace grabs your hand and rushes you outside, leaving clary standing there, confused.

“you NEED to stop, okay?” jace spits, holding you by the shoulders.

“i’m sorry, are you angry i’m finally standing up to you and your obsession with clary?” as you said this, you kept getting up in his face. this didn’t please him in the slightest. he didn’t want to want to kiss you ask you SCREAMED at him.

“stand up for yourself some other fucking time! right now, we just came to see dorothea— i just BROUGHT you to see dorothea and you’re being an ungrateful fucking brat, you know that?”

you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t be blushing at his words. they’re not coming out in the sense you would blush at them, so why are you?

“jace..” you feel every wall within you fall. every hope and dream is shattered. “i’m done waiting for you.”

“waiting for me? waiting for me to do what?” his tone immediately dropped asks he felt his heart shatter.

your gaze is followed by jace’s when you look down at your hand and slowly slip the promise ring off of your finger. “i’m done waiting.”

you try to walk away, so he doesn’t see you cry, but he grabs you. he pulls you back in front of him and immediately attaches his lips to yours. you melt into the kiss as soon as he does it, your hands going around his neck while his travel to your waist. it was perfect. this was perfect.

after a good long moment, you come up for air, the first to pull away. you entangle your fingers in his hair and push your forehead onto his. “jace… you can’t.”

another part in jace shatters, but he doesn’t know what it is. “i can’t? i can’t what?”

you can’t help but look at his lips. pink already, and you’d only kissed for a good twenty seconds. you wonder if yours are like that. “we can’t do this. us.”

“what? why not?”

“because you love her.” you look towards the house, to dorothea’s room where clary was watching you through the window.

he chuckles and kisses you on the lips again, this time for longer. when he pulls away, he cups your face with his hand. “just you. only you. always you.”

which makes your heart explode. that was something you said to each other all the time as kids, and you can’t believe he remembered it.

“i’ve always loved you, y/n. did you think my promise ring was some kind of joke?”

[jennay]

Play Pretend

A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing with this. Let me know if you’d like a part two it’s kinda left on a hanger but, I have some ideas if you guys want more.

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“You fucking suck, Jamie.” You push yourself into the corner of the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it close to your chest. You gently rest your head against the fluffy plush pillow.

Jamie sits next to you, hands folded in his lap.

“Darling, you knew this wasn’t real.” He tries to find the best way to let you down but knows there is never a good way to break someone’s heart. “It was pretend. We needed the publicity. We weren’t supposed to be more than that.”

You lift your face from the pillow just enough for him to see your teary eyes. He instantly feels guilty. Maybe he led you on more than he would have liked, but he never expected you to feel this strongly about him.

“If it was pretending, why did it continue through close doors?” You set the pillow beside you; unfolding your legs and standing up, you look out the large windows of your apartment, gazing across the city. You wipe your teary eyes. Jamie didn’t deserve your tears.

He stands beside you, and through the reflection of the glass, you can see him staring at you.

“I thought you were playing along.” He admits.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a huff. Jamie acted like you didn’t know him well enough to know when he was lying.

“There was something there, and you can lie all you want. That’s fine, but I need you to leave if you can’t be honest with me, and hopefully, at some point, you can look in the mirror and convince yourself that after four months of us being together, there weren’t any real feelings.” You walk to your front door and hold it open, and wait for Jamie to exit. He somberly starts toward you, knowing after he left you, this was it. You weren’t going to take him back as a friend; it stung knowing that he was throwing his friendship away, and more than likely, your mutual friend Joseph would give him the lecture of his life.

“(Y/n), I-“

“No.” You cut him off before he can speak. “There’s the door.” You pause to regain your composer. “I wish Joseph never introduced me to you.”

Jamie’s lips part like he can’t believe what you said. You weren’t just dismissing the “relationship” you two carried for four months but the friendship you held for the last three years.

You feel salty tears pricking at your eyes. You tap your foot to focus on something other than your emotions. How could you be this blind?

“I’m sorry.” He walks away from your apartment with his shoulders slumped, and head hung low.

You don’t hesitate to slam the door shut. Nobody teaches you how to break up with a friend. It shouldn’t have hurt this much, but it hurt worse than breaking up with your ex-boyfriend. You couldn’t ever lay eyes on Jamie without feeling some sort of pain again.

You text Joseph and explain what happened, knowing he would likely take Jamie’s side. This was pretending, after all. When he receives the text, he instantly calls. You two weren’t supposed to break up for another few months the promotions for your and Jamie’s latest movie had barely begun.

“You weren’t supposed to catch actual feelings, princess.” He lightly chuckles, which makes you even madder.

“We had sex… and it changed the chemistry in my brain, Joseph.” You sit on your bed and curl under the blankets. “We shouldn’t have. I know, but I thought maybe he was starting to have feelings for me, and boom. My clothes are on the ground.” The other line remains silent, you have to pull your cell phone away to check if he’s still there. “Joseph?”

“You both are such idiots. I knew this would happen. I’ve never been able to have two best friends get along.” He pauses, and his eyes drift to the knocking on the front door. He casually walks to the door listening to you continue to rant about how dumb you are. He looks through the peephole and his eyes land on a distraught Jamie. “(Y/N.) I need to call you back.”

“Joseph!”

“I’ll call you back!” Joseph turns his phone off and opens his door. His brows raise and he stares at Jamie in disbelief. “You had sex with her!?”

Number 2

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Diamonds in the Coffee Beans (Jamie Campbell Bower)

Auth. Note: A while ago I had gotten a message from another user about a part two for Autumn Selfies; whether I would be posting a part two for it because they enjoyed it very much. So, Wherever you are love, I hope you get to read this!

Pairings: Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

Prompt: What was supposed to be an innocent selfie with a celebrity turned out to be something else entirely!

You might want to Read This first if you haven't already!

There was an annoying buzzing coming from her phone. Somewhere within the darkness of the bedroom. A faint glow of a screen lighting up within the confinements some pants crumbled on the floor illuminated inches around its surrounding as if the faint morning light from the blinds that were inched open didn't allow enough light already. She gripped the pillow tighter to her chest and stared at the offending object within the pile of clothing on the floor as if it were a snake ready to attack her. Why had she done that? What good would it have done to post such a picture?! What the hell is wrong with her?! She'd done it in her haze of giddiness. Posting her selfie with Jamie on the internet that very same day not expecting that perhaps it would do more harm than innocent fun as the internet blew up. Social media blew up with reblogs of the photo that she had posted from her Instagram account as well as Jamie's version of their selfies on his Twitter. What was supposed to be nothing but an innocent picture turned into something far…far worse. People were thinking Jamie had a new lover; just like Y/n had warned him about and her phone wouldn't stop blowing up with strangers on the internet tagging her and notifications of others reblogging people's posts that had reblogged hers. It was a mess, a damned mess that had been going on for the past 3 days since her encounter with the rockstar movie star sensation at the coffee shop.

But that wasn't the worst part of it all. It wasn't just the internet that was blowing up over one celebrity and his fan. Her phone was brimming with missed calls, text messages, and voicemails from her family and friends; most of which were coming from her ex-partner and ex-best friend. They borderline everything from freaking out to calling her unspeakable names as if that kind of behavior would get her to answer them. She'd blocked them all out. She didn't have the heart to actually block numbers, delete messages, or turn off her phone. She wanted to enjoy the last few days she had left of her mini vacation here but she was starting to think perhaps it was going to be ruined. Why? Because a part of her was hoping that Jamie would call or text but was too afraid to actually grab her phone to check in fear she sees something that would hurt her feelings even more than what she had already seen on the internet. She couldn't run away from it no matter what she did; as long as she was on the internet or on some sort of device she would see something. Hell, even the TV had a social media TV talk show that was covering all the juicy gossip of everything new about the celebrities worth mentioning.

She couldn't run forever though because frankly, she needed her phone, and the notification pings going off left and right were starting to piss her off. Huffing, Y/n threw the pillow she had been clutching to her chest to the end of the bed and scrambled from beneath the tangle of sheets to dig her phone from her forgotten clothes on the floor. Her poor phone still managed to hold some resemblance of battery despite the abuse the system was getting from the flood of incoming data; it was a miracle the device hadn't frozen or short-circuited itself yet. She was going to turn off her phone or at least put it to charge when one of the messages caught her attention seconds before it disappeared from the screen in favor of another message popping up and knocking it down from the list. Feeling a slight panic she typed out her password to unlock her phone and searched her many notifications for that one text message she had seen from one of her friends who hadn't backstabbed her during the whole affair.

F/N: Check out Jimmy Fallon's show! NOW!

Y/n didn't know what the hell her friend was talking about so she quickly grabbed the remote and despite her better judgment turned it on; searching for the familiar channel that she used to watch Jimmy Fallon's TV host show on when she was bored. When she finally got to it she saw the familiar grinning face of the dark-haired talk show host who was in the middle of talking about something to a celebrity off-screen.

"-It's been blowing up all over the internet; kind of hard to miss man. When will we get the scoop about what that's all about? Everyone seems to be on the fence about who the lovely young woman with you is in this photo."

On the large screen behind him was the enlarged photo of the selfie Y/n and Jamie took together; the one of him pressed cheek to cheek with her as she sat on his lap. It looked even more intimate on the screen for all of the audience to see and Y/n could now see how people could easily mistake them as lovers from their point of view. She felt her cheeks flush at the memory of sitting on his lap in such a familial way while he took a selfie with her; she knew deep down Jamie wouldn't have done that with just any fan. He was sweet and perhaps a bit flirty but not to the point that she experienced; she never pegged him to be a physically forward person to that extent with any other fans even those who he might have thought were cute. It made her wonder and a part of her deep inside that wanted to fangirl and gush preened at the idea that perhaps Jamie liked her a lot more than just any ordinary fan.

The TV screen popped up with a very familiar face who was grinning in a shy way as a heat of a blush graced his tanned skin and Y/n couldn't help the flutter in her belly at that look as the very same Jamie Bower sat comfortably on the couch wearing all black entire that made him look oh so devilishly handsome. His bottom lip disappeared between his purely white teeth as his blushing face attempted to hide behind his long blonde hair as he laughed. The audience cooed and cheered for him making his bashfulness deepen as he attempted to pull himself together and come up with a reply.

"I can assure you there is nothing going on between me and her. It was purely by chance that we met actually; we just happened to meet at the same coffee shop and I bought her a coffee since she forgot her wallet. We sort of just started up a conversation after that and I found out she was a fan of mine so we took selfies together." Jamie replied trying to play it off but Jimmy was one who did enjoy a good teasing as much as he was curious about the entire thing.

"So you're telling me you take selfies like that with your fans often then?" there was a joking tone in his voice as he pointed to the screen behind them

"Well, no but um, we're friends." Jamie licked his lips thoughtfully trying not to give anything away as much as he was trying to keep things comfortable.

Y/n gripped the TV remote a moment longer before she tossed it aside in favor of finding her phone beside her and began scrolling through the misses texts realizing that...in her neglect of everyone else who deemed it necessary to blow up her phone she had indeed missed a few of Jamie's text messages. Guilt slammed into her as she looked back at the live recording video of Jamie speaking with Jimmy Fallon and without thinking she began typing out a message to reply to his messages. It took a few minutes but she found a sense of enjoyment when Jamie's face shifted when he realized his phone had just gone off in his pocket which was announced by the rather loud pinging sound. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he apologized for the interruption mumbling something out in a joking manner that he had forgotten to silence his phone; that cute blush of bashfulness clear on his face as he dug his phone out to shut off the sound only to laugh in a way Y/n could only describe as boyishly giddy as he realized she had texted him.

"Funny, it's actually her," Jamie said flashing his phone screen briefly. "She's watching the live show right now as we speak." the blonde gave a cheeky little wave to the camera which made Y/n grin at his silliness; her previous nerves were forgotten by his adorable antics.

Damn that man even after all that he still managed to get her attention. A thumbnail disappeared between her teeth as she continued to smile at the screen as she watched the rest of the talk show; Jamie not bothering to reply back to her text message for obvious reasons if not for manners and she found she did not mind his lack of response as his interview continued and likewise dragged her into it like a good TV show. Jimmy was just hammering down on this particular topic for most of the show making Jamie all flustered; something that Y/n enjoyed seeing more than she cared to admit. Might as well since he'd made her all flustered during their initial meeting -karma and all! But when it went straight for commercials it only took a few minutes before her phone suddenly began ringing with Jamie's number flashing on the screen. Her bright grin of excitement was lit up by her cell as she clicked the green answer button.

"Hello, good sir! Long time no talk stranger. Funny, I was just thinking about you." she teased feeling a bit bold as she imagined Jamie's smile on the other end of the phone.

"You little minx! You leave me unread for days and suddenly you decide you'll send me a text message right as I'm interviewing?" Jamie's accented voice was lilted with a laugh and Y/n couldn't help but smile despite the twinge of guilt she felt.

Looking down at her bare toes she played with the chipping nail polish there. "I know. I'm sorry, I normally wouldn't do that but-"

"Aye, aye it's alright love! I was just joking." Jamie's voice sounded concerned on the other end. "You deserve the space after everything. I assumed you saw what was going on on the internet about those selfies huh?"

"Yeah," her voice came softer as she bit her lip. "It's awful Jamie! Fucking awful, my phone's been blowing up. Friends, family, strangers. All of them won't let it rest. I knew those pictures would cause a fuss."

"I can delete them-"

"No!" she rushed to say feeling her heart constrict. "Absolutely not! Look, it wouldn't do any good since it's floating all over the internet now...But I'd like to at least take some control back into our hands, somehow." she breathed out a sigh.

There was silence on the other end for a moment before Jamie spoke to someone away from the phone. "Look, I got to go back for the show but I'll call you straight after. We can talk about it then, yeah?"

"Yeah...Okay." she sighed hearing the click on the other end. She sat through the rest of the talk show until the very end but as she awaited the call from Jamie she was disappointed to find that it never came.

~

She wanted to feel mad that Jamie hadn't followed up with his promise of a return call so that they could talk about what was going on and what their next steps would be but she found that instead of anger that she felt it was pure disappointment. Not that she expected the great actor to pay her much mind after everything as she was just a fan; this social media stuff would blow over soon enough with a new scandal that will allow Jamie to forget about her. Or so she thought.

It was her last day in this city before she had to return back home for her job and her home to face all the people back there. But instead of hiding away in the little nook of her rented apartment, she chose to brave the world beyond by dressing for the warmer weather that Autumn had managed to gift them and taking her usual stroll down the street a few blocks towards the familiar coffee shop. The sun was just setting behind the tall buildings in comparison to just rising as her usual early morning walk was now in the evening. The busy streets were less crowded than it normally would have been so she had no problem with making her trip to the coffee shop. It was almost completely empty except for maybe two or three customers; checking the wall clock made her realize that it was near closing time for Louis and his sons so she made sure to make her order quick. Stepping in line behind one of the customers she slipped her hand into the back pocket of her jeans to make sure she had her money on her this time as she sidled up to the front counter.

"Good evening my dear!" Louis's weathered face greeted her with a tired smile and a pang of guilt tugged at her heart as if her presence was making his day a little harder.

"The usual please Lou." she gave him a warm smile that curled at the corners of her lips and she dug her money out of her pocket to hand it over.

Like deja-vu, a hand reached around her slighter frame with a credit card and tapped the card to the screen of the card reader; paying for her order. Y/n turned her head in surprise to find the familiar blue eyes and charming smile gracing her line of sight as the tall musician leaned over her frame; the heat of his body damn near plastered to her spine but the coolness of the evening air ghosting against the side of her face with every chilly breath he exhaled that smelled like fresh mint. She couldn't help the way her lips pulled up into a slow smile as she met his eyes. Until she realized that he was actually paying for her drink yet again and she quickly snapped her head towards Louis who was watching over the rims of his thin glasses with a knowing smirk that made his bushy mustache tilt.

"Oh not again!" she cursed under her breath but the transaction had already gone through so instead of paying for her drink the woman grabbed all the cash she had in her hand and shoved it into the tip jar with a triumphant smirk of her own as if that would solve anything.

Jamie laughed as he withdraw from her space and with a warm hand on her back led her towards the end of the counter to wait for her drink. The woman rocked back and forth on her feet as she bit her lip giving him the side eye

"Is this going to be a new thing for us? You staring at me like you want to say something?" the man placed his hands in his pockets with a playful smirk.

"I don't know, is this going to be a thing for you paying for my coffee? Last time I checked, I owed you a coffee not the other way around." Y/n replied back with a scrunched-up nose and playful twinkling eyes.

"Only if that means there will be more of this."

Y/n grabbed her cup and led the way to her favorite booth and sat down. Her fingers wrapped around the warm paper cup as she studied the vapor of steam escaping from the top of her cup.

"You know I leave for home tomorrow. Tonight's my last day here; I leave early in the morning," she said softly not meeting his eyes.

His tall frame leaned back against the comfortable booth and studied her across the table; the way the fading light cast its golden glow across her skin and made her eyes twinkle and highlight them. Her words slowly registered as a heavy weight on his chest the longer he replayed them. Sure he knew she wasn't local here and that she would go home eventually. He had hoped though that they would have a little more time together; he blamed his duties as a celebrity with all the interviews that he had to do the last three days that kept him from physically being with her.

"I suppose you do have to get back to reality huh?" his smile twitched slightly as he met her gaze from across the table. "But perhaps it doesn't have to be so hard to acclimate to."

"What do you mean?" a frown pinched her brows as she raised her cup to take a sip of her coffee.

"I'll be leaving soon as well to head back for filming but I feel bad for the way things went between us and the lack of time we have." Jamie watched her tongue peek out to lick the foam off her lips "I was wondering if you'd be up for a little adventure?"

"Adventure? Jamie last time we had a 'little adventure' the internet blew up. Which by the way you have yet to talk to me about." she pointed a finger at him.

"Well, I'm talking about it now." the stuck his tongue out at her and leaned his arms on the tabletop. "I know you don't want to go back home to face everyone there; so don't go back. Come with me. I'll pay for everything -including the time missed at work."

She would have to spit her coffee out of her mouth if she'd taken a sip at that very moment but instead her mouth was thankfully empty when her jaw went slack in shock at the proposal. Such an idea was something Hallmark movies created on screen, not something that happens in real life. It was so fantastical and crazy at the same time; something that no rational human being would do.

"Are you serious? Jamie, I can't do that?! W-we're just...shit, I don't know what we are but we aren't anything that would give you the right to propose something like that...I mean that's cool and all but..." she ran short of words and looked down at the table trying to gather her thoughts. "I'd love to run away like some fairy tale but this is reality Jamie...you have obligations to do that don't involve a fan you've barely known a few days in your space."

The actor frowned slightly but he had to admit she was right. It was a preposterous idea. But he didn't want their time to end. So instead he reached out to slip her smaller hand into his larger one and gain her attention. "You're right. I'm sorry." he smiled slightly.

"At least, can we keep in touch? Perhaps we can meet up again if I'm in town or...fly you out to me whenever you're comfortable enough to visit? I don't want our time to end so soon. I like you, you have an adorable personality that's very infectious." he confessed making her resolve to crumble a little.

"Thanks. You're kind of infectious too." a slightly flush graced her features before she gave his fingers a squeeze. "But I'd like to keep in touch. Gives me a reason to remind myself meeting you wasn't a dream." she laughed a bit.

Jamie gave her a cheeky little grin before tugging at her hand. "Well, if you'll be leaving in the morning miss cinderella why don't I treat you to dinner before you disappear?"

Y/n did laugh then. A laugh that took the stress of the world off her shoulders at that moment. She did not know if what she and Jamie had would lead anywhere but she did know that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see where every fangirl's dream could lead. Even if they parted ways or stopped talking down the road Y/n would take all the moments she could with this man.

"You know what? I'll take you up on that offer. I'm getting a little hungry." she mused tilting her head

The man rose from the seat and pulled her along with him. Hand releasing hers just so that he could wrap his long arm across her shoulders and pull her frame into his side. A grin so magical it was blinding graced Y/n's vision as she looked up at him and he down at her.

"But I'm paying this time Jamie."

He chortled squeezing her shoulder. "Not a chance darling."

Thank you so much for reading! This was a long time coming! I hope you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it! :) If you did enjoy please feel free to share this post with your friends! Much love!

[lovewithasideoffries]

a fluff with jamie + cats

You stared down at the furry creature sprawled across your lap in awe. You had always wanted a cat and it seemed Jamie had been ready to deliver for this year’s anniversary. Your hand slowly lifted to stroke the cat’s black fluffy head, scratching lightly behind his ears. 

“So…” Jamie prompted nervously, “Do you like him?”

“What do you think?” You looked up at him with a bright smile on your face. “Thank you, Jamie. I love you so, so much. More than words could ever describe.” 

“You’re welcome Y/n. And I love you too.” He wears a happy smile mirroring yours, and scoots himself toward you. “ But we have to establish some rules now that I’m sure you want to keep him,” he says seriously. 

You look at him in confusion. “Rules?”

“Well, rule, technically. There’s only one.”

“And what might that be?”

“You can’t love the cat more than you love me,” he states.

“Oh, babe,” you threw your head back in laughter. “The love I hold for this guy could never compare to the love I hold for you.”

“Really?” he leans down to kiss you but you dodge him, ducking out of the way with the cat in your arms.

“Nope! The cat’s better, end of discussion.” 

“You don’t even know the cat’s name!” he protests.

“Of course I do,” you respond.

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“Soy… bean?” you trail off, having said the first thing that came to mind.

“Really? I get you a cat and you name him soy bean?”

“Maybe…” you say, scurrying off with your newly named cat.

“Y/n! Get back here!”

taglist: @penguintransporter

[stxrliasfics]

Catharsis - Jamie Campbell Bower Smut

Pairing: rockstar gn!reader x jamie (enemies to lovers kinda sorta ???)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.3k

(just now realizing i never explained: D/N stands for “Drummer’s name” and B/N stands for “Bassist’s name” sorry just in case you were confused LMAO)

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A/N: I have returned from hiatus with something new!!! To start off the new year, I present to you this wonderful masterpiece that was really intended for my two beautiful friends (they're big Jamie enthusiasts!)

Some say it’s better to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That was utter bullshit to you. And maybe you were too callow to seemingly miss the meaning, but if your enemies were burning alive right in front of you, you wouldn’t even piss on the fire to put them out. Especially if it were Jamie Bower.

You’ve known him since you joined your band, replacing the former lead guitarist. There was limited interaction between you two from the start. 5 years since then and there has still never been a praising comment from him. It was always constant nitpicking at your solos or the way you played your parts entirely. He didn’t want to cooperate with you at all. You’ve come to realize that.

“You two need to get it together,” said your bandmate, D/N. The morning had started off just fine at rehearsal until Jamie was yelling about you continuously missing a note. “We have two more days until we play this fucking show and you’re acting like babies.”

Jamie glared your way as if the message was really intended for you. As if YOU were the problem. You glared right back at him, mentally boring holes into his skull with your bandmates in the crossfire of tension.

He took the strap of his guitar off his shoulders, threw the instrument down, and muttered something as he stomped off stage.

“Dick,” you called. The sound engineers came running with their clipboards and exasperated looks on their faces. 

“Can someone go after him? We’ve barely made it through set,” One of them argued — a burly bald guy with a prominent Yorkshire accent. D/N hurried off the stage in pursuit of Jamie. You turned the volume off on your guitar, set it by the wall of amps, and sat down on a stool. Truly at a loss, you didn’t know which direction to take. You didn’t want to stay somewhere you weren’t welcome. Five years was long enough — but you couldn’t just give up that easily. You didn’t want to be seen as weak, you didn’t want to sulk around anymore and hope to gain the approval of someone so cruel. So you got up and turned your guitar back up. 

When D/N came back with no Jamie in sight, relieving air filled your lungs. Your body relaxed. 

“Come on, we’ve got a show to play, yeah?” You put your guitar strap back over your shoulder. 

“But Jamie—,” B/N started.

“He ran off somewhere,” said D/N. “Got in his car and drove off.”

“We can practice without him,” you said, turning to the sound engineers. “Go on. We’re ready.”

The last few days of rehearsal surprisingly went by with no problems. There was a “Hurry up and get it done” frame of mind settling into everyone, so there was no time for Jamie to start throwing a tantrum. Neither of you two looked at each other for those last few days. You focused your energy more on your excitement for the big day as you stared out into the stadium, imagining all of the bright faces drunk on echoing notes ringing their ears. Everything was good until the show on Thursday.

For more content catered to the fans, you thought it would be a good idea to strap a tiny camera to your forehead, showing a different point of view of your playing. The headband that held the camera was unbearable. So much so that you could feel the elastic digging into your skin, itching below your hairline. Refraining from clawing at your skin, you kept your focus on your fingers dancing on the fretboard and the stinging in your muscles.

During the last song of the night, the last hurrah for the closing show, your eyes closed briefly and your body was thrown into the shockwave of the moment. When they opened, smoke carried off your vision and everything felt lighter. Before you knew it, you were flying above clouds of hands carrying you away. The exhilaration pumping cold through your veins, you lost awareness until you were brought back to the forefront. Every piece of you…except for the camera.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Jamie’s yells could’ve been heard all throughout backstage as he stormed after you, face red with anger. The show was done and everyone was starting to pour out.  

You whipped around at him. “It was an accident!” The elastic strap was still itching the skin of your forehead. 

“Hey, chill out,” said B/N, stepping in the middle with outstretched arms to hold you two apart. Jamie smacked their hand away.

“The camera. They lost the camera!” he was still glaring at you, harder than ever before. 

“It was an accident! We can get it back.”

At this point, Jamie had stepped away from the boundary B/N placed and was getting closer to you. Hell’s blaze burned bright in his eyes. “It wouldn’t have gotten lost anyway if you weren’t being such a dumbass.” 

“Get out of my face,” your voice dropped low and your eyes hardened. He took some steps back, jaw still clenched, and urged out his last word as always.

“You are the most useless thing that’s ever happened to this band.” 

You watched him edge back out to the stage where fans cheered on his return. Your bandmates surrounded you with somber expressions, yet avoided the crossfire. 

Apparently, the camera was found, but no one had told you that. When you arrived back to your flat the next morning, you had closed yourself up in your bedroom and slept the pooling anxiety away. Jamie’s words hit right at your pride. Useless rung in your ears to the beat of his tone. And you were really starting to believe that, but there was no way you were letting this continue on any further. Screw Jamie. Screw the band. You were out.

The biting wind of mid-November had come in for another time. Streets were covered in cold rain — normality for England. It had been raining nonstop for a few weeks. Cleary skies seemed rare. Your days lazing around the house were all the more dreary. With your band on a short break, you were left to dwell in your bed. Your final thoughts forced you to make a stomach-churning move — a compulsive decision that could possibly break the bridges. 

You were going to talk to Jamie. 

The night before, you were pacing the room with your phone in your hand. Every thought that bubbled up into a word didn’t make sense. Every sentence frayed into a mere memory. It would’ve been difficult to get up with him, considering that you two weren’t really on speaking terms. He did reply to your message hours later. With a thumbs up emoji. You started to get irritated but a thumbs up was better than no response at all. 

You planned to meet up at a cafe near your flat that morning. It was still rainy, so you made sure to grab an umbrella. You rehearsed everything that you were going to say over in your head, silently mouthing it to yourself as you reached the place. Jamie hadn’t arrived yet. There was no sign of his light blonde hair given. You ordered a small coffee to hold your patience in the meantime. 

Heat transferred from the paper cup, warming your frostbitten hands. If it weren’t for all the eyes around you, you would’ve used it to warm your face as well. Possibly fans trying to scope out. Their eyes left you as soon as the cafe’s door jingled and Jamie walked in. 

His hair was tied up and he was wearing all black. Standard Jamie attire. Further more, this made him recognizable amongst the teen fans gawking at you two. You could see his hardened demeanor although he tried to be stoic. When he sat down in front of you, your throat had dried up and everything you wanted to say flew south. You went bitch. 

“Hi, Jamie,” was all that could come out. It didn’t even sound like you. All shaky and weak. Sometimes confrontation wasn’t your strongest suit. It didn’t help that you couldn’t see his eyes. Was he looking at you or behind you? 

“About the camera,” you tried your best not to stutter. “I’m sorry for being ignorant about it.

A short exhale meant to be sarcastic laughter escaped from Jamie. His face stayed blank. 

“You’re not going to say anything?” you poked on. 

“What do you want me to say?” his voice was foreign. Softer than what you were used to but still housed a cold undertone. 

“The way that you’ve been treating me lately. I’d like an explanation for it.” 

He looked out of the window with his arms crossed on the table, not saying a word.      

“What’s your problem with me, mate? I work my ass off and you act like I do nothing. If the camera thing was the last straw then once again, I apologize. I seriously didn’t mean to do it.” 

He looked from the window to the table, watching it in a few seconds of silence. The whole time you watched and waited.  

“I don’t have a problem with you,” he said. Thinking you had imagined it, you eyed him in confusion. 

“You wouldn’t just shit on me for nothing, then.”

He only gave you a shrug. You probed further. 

“What is it? What do I need to change for you to like me?” you hissed. “What’s your problem with me?—” 

“Excuse me. We’re big fans of your music,” Two girls who looked like they were no older than 15 came up to your table. “Could we please have a picture?” 

“I’m so sorry, we’re in the middle of a private meeting,” you apologized. The girls frowned and issued profuse apologies for interrupting you two before Jamie butted in. 

“We can give you our autographs if you have something for us to sign, though!” 

Once again you had to do a double take as Jamie was now smiling. He sounded so sweet. Of course, that was the mask always on display for anyone outside of the band. He held a genuine smile when talking to the girls, taking in every word they said to him. When the girls left, however, he returned to his normal self. You wondered how he made it seem so genuine. Maybe he wasn’t just faking it with them. 

“So?” you said. He turned back to you. 

“So?” he said. That nonchalant tone of voice irked the hell out of you. He didn’t care. Was he even listening to you? 

“I want an explanation. An apology. Something!”

Jamie shrugged again. It took all your might not to smack the shit out of him right then and there. 

“Fine,” Gritting your teeth in uproaring anger, you began to sit up with your still full coffee in hand. “I’m out of the band.” 

You pushed the door to the cafe open, holding back the hard lump in your throat and trying to take a deep breath before it all went out. You had let it all go. Everything you worked hard for. You regretted it, but it didn’t matter. You could get anywhere on your own. Fuck everything. 

Ever since that day at the cafe, there had been no contact between you or anyone from the band. Radio silence. It wasn’t until one Saturday evening that B/N called about a party. You had no plans to go out. Still, it wouldn’t have hurt to show your face. You were sure your bandmates hadn’t known about your self-dismissal. 

You got ready at 9:00, 15 minutes before you were to meet up with them. Silently, you hoped that a certain someone wouldn’t be there. Really, you didn’t want to face anyone right now. Something about it was too embarrassing. 

All of your friends were meeting up at a nightclub. Big and fancy, it was. One of the biggest in the city, perhaps. Only high-profiled people filled it up. Your band had played here before. 

It was one of the club's usual busy nights. Anything that you could think of went down here. It was a chance for everyone to go buck wild and let loose for one night before they got up in the morning with a bottle of aspirin and an unkempt tie. For these to be important people in the industry, you’d think they’d be more civilized. Then again, you thought of what industry you were apart of. Yeah. A band manager snorting coke off of a pornstar’s chest wasn’t surprising. 

Through sweaty bodies and seizure-inducing lights, you couldn’t see your bandmates at all. You dialed B/N’s number and hoped that they would be able to hear you over the thumping music. During which, some drunk asshole had bumped into you rather harshly, nearly knocking your phone out of your hand. You gave the guy a side-eye and held the phone up to your ear. 

“Hey,” B/N’s voice came through the speaker after the second dial tone. “You on your way?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” you yelled over the music. “Where are you?” 

“V.I.P. room. It’s at the back,” they said. “Fair warning, though—”

“What?!” you covered one ear with your index finger to try and hear better. 

“I’ll just tell you when you come over. I’ll be waiting outside of the curtain.”

Their voice was replaced by the beep of the call ending. You huffed out a sigh of annoyance, still pushing past a bunch of people. You finally saw the V.I.P. lounge and B/N where they said they would be. They waved you over.

“Hey,” you said. This area of the club was quieter since there weren’t any speakers nearby.

B/N looked to be on their toes. You couldn’t put your finger on it. It was like they wanted to tell you something but it wouldn’t get past their lips. 

“What’s up?” you spoke again. 

“Jamie’s in there,” they said lowly. As soon as those words left their mouth, the purple curtain shielding the V.I.P. lounge drew back. Your eyes shifted to an emerging Jamie holding a giggling person's hand. He didn’t look up at you. Neither of them did. You rolled your eyes. 

“So?” B/N said. 

“So,” you shrugged. “I’m not going to let that ruin my night.” 

Again, you tried to seem nonchalant. In truth, WANTED a reaction. Just a simple glance would do. You wanted to be seen. Maybe just to shoot him an even meaner look than what he would’ve given you. And you knew that he had seen you. Why wasn’t he saying anything? No thoughts on the meeting from a few weeks ago at all? 

To further prove your point that you didn’t care (and why would you?), you wasted the night away by downing drinks. Not too many, but enough to get you a little buzzed so that you could take on the rest of what the night would bring. You sat in your invisible bubble at the bar, contemplating exactly why you would care. Why it was so important to get Jamie’s attention. You downed a shot of your drink. It fired up your insides in a quick flash, starting from the tip of your ears and down. There was no use in thinking about this. What more could you do? 

Floating into your absent land, the smell of spicy cologne filled your nose. You felt someone lean into you from the side and whisper in your ear.

“I need to talk to you,” the voice said. You turned to see it was Jamie. Shadows danced in his piercing eyes, the same way they did whenever he was trying to be intimidating.

“What do you want?” you said in a monotone.  

“Please. I’ll be quick.” 

The two of you disappeared to the upstairs lounge in the club. There was a bar up here too, occupied by people having more civilized and controlled conversations. You ambled over to the black couches nearby and took a seat, Jamie sitting beside you. You stayed in awkward silence for what seemed like forever. From beside you, the man was engaged in thought, trying to find something to say. He had his hands clasped as if he were saying a prayer and held it close to his mouth. 

I don’t have all day, you mused. His sigh filled your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he started off. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were trained on the floor. 

You waited for more, then said, “How do I know you mean it?” 

“No, I do. I really do mean it.” 

“You still haven’t answered my question,” you said, looking at him. “Remember?” 

“I don’t hate you,” he replied. Not at all.” 

There was a flash of amusement on your face. That was the only emotion you could find.

With another sigh, he repeated like a broken record, “I don’t hate you, Y/N. Quite the opposite.”

You quirked a brow as if to tell him to go on. He wanted to. His lips were moving as if grasping for something in the air and pulling it to his cords. 

“I-I don’t know,” his voice went low.  

“You know what, you’re a dickhead,” you took another sip of the sharp tequila. “Good job. Good fucking job.” 

“On what?”

“You’re just…so hard to figure out. I don’t get you.”

“I didn’t mean what I said that night. When I said you were useless to the band and all that. That’s not true at all.” 

A satisfied grin was urging on your lips as you had gotten what you wanted. You hid it with the rim of your cup. Down went the last drop and you set the cup down. 

“I admire you, Y/N,” he went on. “A lot, actually.” 

“So what’s up with you being a dick to me then?”

“I guess…I’m jealous of you.”

The way his words edged out so hesitantly, you didn’t believe it. Because why in the world would Jamie Bower be jealous of you? But his demeanor, the softness in his body language — if he were playing a joke on you, he did a damn good job at acting. 

“Oh, bullshit,” you said dismissively. 

“You’re an amazing guitarist, and you're the most poetic person I've ever met,” he rattled on. “You're everything I want to be and I just...hate that I'm not, I guess. You’re the backbone of our band." 

Really looking at him this time, you could tell he meant it. There was sincerity hidden in that black heart of his. You never thought you’d see the day. There was no room in you to take this in. 

You stammered, “I—uh—got to get going.” 

Jamie shot up from the chair when you did and trailed after you. “Wait, Y/N. You’ve had too much to drink,” he said. “Let me take you home.”

“No, I’m fine.” you waved him off and walked back downstairs. The beating music in the main part of the club filled your ears once more, pounding a headache into your head. You wanted tonight to be a brain fog in the morning. One that you couldn’t remember for a long time. You couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or if it was the praise you always wanted getting to you. Your face was hot and flushed from being flustered as you ran out of the doors. You could sense that he was still following you. His presence loomed over like a shadow. 

“Y/N,” you heard him call, proving your suspicion right.

“I’m calling a taxi,” you said, searching your coat pockets for your phone. 

“Listen to me. I meant what I said back there. I really, really admire you.” 

“That doesn’t just take away the constant hell you’ve been putting me through this whole time,” you argued. “What? Out of envy? Get fucked.” your fingers typed aggressively on the keypads. 

“Y/N,” you felt him grab your shoulder and spin around. Your legs turned to jelly from the sudden touch. You hated that. Jamie was so close you could feel nearly every fiber of him. Smoke from the cold night air escaped past his parted lips. “I’m so, so, sorry. Please, if I have to get down on my knees just to keep you in the band then I will. I’m sorry for being so shitty.” 

Too nervous to meet his eyes again, you looked to the concrete. Your heart was racing so much, fluttering butterflies trapped in your throat. 

“Let me take you home,” he said again. “Please?”

“What happened to your friend from earlier?” you said. The image of them holding hands flashed in your mind.

“Someone to fill up space, I guess,” he muttered. Both of his hands were placed on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. There was a sense of sudden gravitation towards this man. Something that was so unfamiliar you were questioning yourself. Could you still hate him even after this? 

“You really are something, Bower.” your whisper was carried by midnight’s wind. 

It was like the space between you was getting tighter. Your eyes traveled to his lips which were half covered by the lights of the nightclub. You didn’t get any closer but paid attention to the way his soft lips moved as he spoke.

“Will you let me take you home?” 

You nodded. “I’ll just tell B/N that I went with you then.”

For the first week of the new month, you distracted yourself with music. Your bandmates still knew nothing of you quitting, as far as you knew. Your mind was still consumed with Jamie Bower and that night at the club. How quiet and frail the air seemed during that car ride. How his goodnight made you burn up more than the tequila you were drinking. Everything you did to ignore it didn’t work. You guessed that it could’ve been some obsessive type of thing. What other explanation was there?

Currently, you were stationed at your desk, scribbling down lyrics and humming along to match them. Nothing would work along with these words. You kept scribbling and erasing, scribbling and erasing; until finally, you cracked and threw your pencil at the wall. 

You forced yourself out of the chair to go to the fridge. The only thing that could put an end to this madness right now was a bottle of good ‘ole Jack, which you happened to have. Call you careless for drinking so early in the morning, you didn’t give a shit. It was nice and ice cold. Mind-numbing enough to delete whatever it was you tried to explain to yourself. 

You slumped down on the couch, watching some talk show when a knock came at your door. You were too lazy to get up and hoped that it was for someone next door. 

The knock came again and you grumbled. “Come in!” you shouted.

“It’s locked,” a voice said from behind the door. It seemed you had no other choice. You got up from the couch, annoyed. And much to your dismay upon opening the door, Jamie was there. 

“Oh,” you said. 

“Can I come in?” he said. He was wearing a black top and a pair of skinny jeans. Sunglasses adorned the top of his head. You nearly dropped the bottle.

“Uh—yeah—sure.”

You stepped aside to let him in, cursing yourself inwardly for somehow manifesting this. How lucky it was to have him show up on the day of your self-concentration. 

“I came to check on you,” he then said, answering a question that was just forming in your brain. Was he reading your mind or something? “I hadn’t heard from you in awhile.” 

“I’m fine,” you plopped back down on the couch and felt it dip when Jamie sat beside you. 

“You told me that you’d call the day after and you never did.” 

“Forgot,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink. 

“Jesus, Y/N, it’s only 9 in the morning.” 

“Don’t pretend like you care.” 

“I do. Or else I wouldn’t have come here.” his cold and calloused fingertips grazed the hand that held the bottle of your ease over and over. You had a faint realization that it would slip out of your grasp, but it didn’t. Something else had caught it while you were under Jamie’s hypnosis. He had the bottle in his hand. You watched him set it down on the coffee table in front of you. 

“I still don’t know if I trust you,” you said, half-jokingly. 

A small smile formed on his lips when he turned to you. “I understand. I only hope to earn it as time goes on.”  

You sensed your lips tugging on to a smile as well and bit the inside of your cheek to hide it. 

“You know I do care,” he said, almost in a whisper. He was closer to you now. Like magnets, you were pulled to each other; pulling to the ecstasy that lay in this tension. Only then when your noses were touching, you realized what you were doing. But in his warmth, nothing else mattered. You thought all of the butterflies would be washed away under sweet oak whiskey only to find them return at his touch. Maybe this was a form of trust. 

“I’m sorry,” Jamie pulled away immediately. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No, don’t,” you said, grabbing his face with both hands to hold on to this last moment. You didn’t want it to end here. Not with how good everything felt in this moment. Your heart was skipping beats. You thought you would go into cardiac arrest. Your whole world was engulfed in Jamie. 

When he pulled away a second time, you both were panting for air. He rested his forehead on yours, eyes clouded with hazing lust. You thought they looked beautiful.

“Y/N, I have to be honest,” he said in between the sound of your soft pants. “I want you. If you’ll let me—” 

Your lips collided again as your hands roamed his body. You could smell the tobacco leaves protruding from him, getting drunk off of this scent alone. You moaned softly into the kiss. 

It felt like your entire being was pulsating, waiting for this magical moment. Jamie had to have felt the same too. He looked as if he could lose it at any moment. 

“Do you want to stay here or go to the bedroom?” you asked. “There’s more room.” 

“Whatever you want,”  he replied and started to trail pecks down your neck. You moaned, biting your bottom lip. 

“Let’s go then.”

Jamie followed behind you like a lost little puppy as you carried him upstairs by the arm. Once the two of you were inside your bedroom he spun you around and picked you up, placing you on the bed. You giggled as he climbed on top of you. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered into your neck. 

You reached over to your nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a blue box of latex condoms and a bottle of lube, throwing it over to him. He snorted a laugh, picking up both. 

“Why do you have these?” 

“Just in case, you know,” you shrugged and watched him examine them. “Hurry up. You’ve already got me riled up.” 

Jamie chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous.” 

“Awe, someone’s jealous?” you slid your hands under his shirt, contacting the warm skin and bones underneath. You felt him shudder. Perhaps because your hands were freezing cold. 

“Very,” his hands traveled to your thighs. “Can’t have anyone else touching you.” 

“Already possessive, are we?” you helped him lift his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. Both of your clothes had been discarded, stored away in the confines of your worlds with the least worries. 

Once you two were prepped, you took advantage by wrestling him to the sheets and climbing on his lap. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state shook you all around. His nails grazed your thighs, leaving faint and temporary red marks. Soft gasps came from your lips as you sunk down on his cock. The feeling of it twitching inside drove you even madder, your heat quivering around it. You began moving your hips with Jamie's eyes holding you. His hands gripped your hips. You moved faster and faster, moaning at the immense pleasure in your core.   

“Jesus, Y/N,” he groaned, admiring the view of your sweaty body. Every thump inside sent you into overdrive. It was like a fire had started in your body, carrying off from your chest down to your toes. Your hands grasped at his pecs. You leaned down, breathless, bouncing on his thick cock as if your life depended on it. His punched-out moans vibrated your eardrums.   

“That feel good?” you gloated with a smile. 

“Fuck yeah,” was all he could muster. You began marking his neck with hickeys, sucking and biting while you drove his soul out, letting out a pleased hum when you found your spot. “You gonna come?” he says, deep voice penetrating your ears. You moaned again, digging your nails into his pecs. Your body shuddered as your orgasm hit. Jamie held you tighter. You never thought you’d be this close before. 

You didn’t stop moving your hips, wading through the aftershocks and overstimulation with tightened eyes. Not long after, Jamie had come too, letting out a relieved sigh as he spilled into the condom. You thought it to be twisted how you wanted to feel every bit of it. Greedy, almost. How you wanted to just get rid of this god-forsaken barrier and feel ALL of him. It wasn’t nearly as good as having it drip out of you. 

A small gasp left your throat at the loss of heat when he slipped out. But he was still hanging on to you as he sat up, edging his tongue in your mouth one last time. 

You broke away from him, saying, “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

“Me neither,” he replied. “That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it, though.” 

You scooted away from him and watched as he removed the condom, throwing it in the bin and grabbing his clothes. A frown was about to slip on your face, realizing it was all over.  

Jamie must’ve noticed when he glanced at you. It took him no time to slip his clothes back on. 

“Why the long face?” he said, sitting down beside you on the messy sheets. 

“Nothing,” you gave him a thin smile. “Just…where exactly do we go from here?” 

“Well, I don’t want to stop talking to you or anything.”

“I don’t either. It just feels weird.”

Jamie’s brows furrowed. “Weird?” The look made you a bit nervous. 

“Not like a bad weird,” you explained quickly, laughing. “I mean, we’ve never been on the best of terms, Jamie. We just fucked.” 

“True,” he smiled. “I do hope that this…situation doesn’t affect us. I want us to be on good terms. Not just as bandmates, you know?” 

“Of course.” 

He pecked you on the cheek and stood up. “Gotta get going,” he said. “We’re heading to the studio today. Do you want to come?”

“Don’t know if I can,” you chuckled. 

“I never told them you left. Don’t worry. Your spot’s always open.”  

The two of you said your final goodbyes that day. It was like nothing had ever happened. You were left with nothing but a ghost of your time. Crawling up into your bubble again, you wondered just how much more confusing Jamie Bower could get from here. It wasn’t very fun when you were still figuring him out.

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Bex!! Bex I beg of you to write more priest!Jamie and his little lamb, I'm thinking maybe they're getting farther into their relationship, they might get married close (idk how catholicism works on that), maybe it's their wedding night or he proposed and she worships him as her god? - @this-was-bad-sorry

YES darling, sorry for this taking so long to come out but omg i love these two cw oral f!recieving, overstim, religious themes, power imbalance, jamie's god complex is... intense lol | series masterlist

The hickies faded after three days, and Jamie proposed on Friday morning. 

You hardly saw him at all in the days leading up to Friday, as was your mother’s doing. She heavily protested you and Jamie’s relationship, and all but forbid you from seeing him again, and you had put your foot down and declared that nothing could stop you. “I’m an adult, and I can make my own decisions!” you said. “And Jamie is kind and thoughtful, and he’s— He’s a man of God, he wouldn’t do anything bad to me!”

“Then what about those marks on your neck?” she asked. “If he didn’t make them, then what happened? You walked into a private meeting with him looking normal, then walked out looking like— Like— Like a whore!” 

Anger flashed in your chest. There was no defending what you and Jamie had done, because even you knew that premarital sex went against the church’s teachings, and there was no hiding it; when you had gotten home, you saw just exactly what he had done, marks on your neck and your messy hair and walking a bit uneven on shaky legs. It was obvious that he had fucked you, but you could do without the shame from your mother. “Mom,” you started. “I’m not gonna fight with you on this. He knows what he’s doing, and, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have started anything with me.” 

“And what happens when you leave on Friday?” she asked. “You go back to college and leave him here, and suddenly you’re just some girl that he committed a sin with that lives three hours away.” 

“I told you, he knows what he’s doing,” you said, and you sincerely hoped that Jamie did know what he was doing. 

Dinner that night with him was nice. It was just at his home, a small parsonage that was connected to the back of the church, a building that hardly looked like anything at all, even with the stovetop and bathtub and mattress set on the floor. “Only just moved in, you see,” he explained. “I haven’t had time to go into the big city and buy a bed frame or much of anything.”

“That’s alright,” you had told him. “I think it’s lovely.” 

He made you pray to him again, but this time was different. He kissed down your body, undressing you as he went, and his long, slender fingers caught in your panties once he had ridded you of your dress. “I’ve done bad things, lamb,” he whispered, shaking his head lightly. “Terrible things.” 

“Like what?” you asked softly. “Tell me, my God.” 

Jamie’s baby blues lifted to look at you, and he pressed a kiss to your cunt, still covered by the thin fabric. You had long since soaked them through, and Jamie worked them down your thighs as he whispered, “I’ve lied to people. I’ve been so dishonest. I act like I’m so holy, so much better than everyone else, but I’m not.”

“But you are,” you said quickly. 

“But I’m not,” he insisted. “I’m just like everyone else, but still I act like I’m better just because I found God. Everyone in the church found God, that’s why they’re there. How does that make me different or special?” 

“It makes you different,” you started. “Because you had lost God, and you found Him again. And you help lead people to God, like me. You led me to you.”

Jamie kissed your cunt again, and he settled his mouth over you and licked hard into you. You had gasped and grabbed at his hair, and Jamie had smiled into you and tasted you again. “On my knees for you,” he whispered. “Worshipping you, just the way I should. If I’m your God, you’re mine.” 

You had cried out both of his names as he tasted you and licked into you, his strong hands grabbing your hips and keeping his mouth right on you, even when your poor, overstimulated nerves tried to push him away. You whined and whimpered and tugged his hair, but he didn’t stop until you were gushing into his mouth, coating his tongue with your juices, and he drank down everything you gave him with a lewd smacking of his lips. “Goddamn it,” he whispered. “Goddamn you.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Just so you can save me again?”

“Exactly... When do you leave for university again?” 

“Friday afternoon,” you said glumly, and Jamie frowned as he helped you redress. 

“Not if I have anything to do with it.” 

You woke up on Friday morning to the ringing of the doorbell of your parents’ house, and you groaned and buried your head under the pillows. You heard your father lumber up out of bed and cross the house to answer the door, and you peeked from the pillow to see the time. 8 o’clock, on the dot. Who the fuck…? 

“Oh,” you heard your father say when the front door creaked open. “Father James.”

You were awake in an instant, jumping out of bed and grabbing a t-shirt to pull over your bra and panties. As you rushed to find something in your already-packed luggage, you heard Jamie speaking, his low voice rumbling. 

“I’m sorry to disturb you this early in the day,” Jamie said. “I was only hoping to see you before your daughter left this afternoon.” 

“Me?” your father asked. “Why?” 

“May I come in?” Jamie asked, and there was silence before the door shut heavily. You heard the thudding click of Jamie’s boots on the hardwood floor, and you could imagine him worrying his hat in his hands as he spoke. “Sir, I know that I only know your daughter from a certain distance—”

“I’d say a much closer distance than you’d be willing to admit,” your father interjected. “You did sleep with her on Wednesday after the service, didn’t you?”

“Erm, yes, I did,” Jamie said. “I’ll admit to that, as shameful as it is. I’ve been praying about it ever since, praying for God’s forgiveness for the sin I committed. I only hope he does forgive me, because… Well, sir, I came here to ask for your permission for your daughter’s hand.” 

“Excuse me?” your father spat.

“I intend to marry her,” Jamie said. “And I thought it the proper thing to do to ask your permission before I did.” 

“So, you’ll fuck her, but marrying her is where you take the proper route?” your father asked. You finally found a suitable shirt and ran out of your bedroom as you tugged it on, and you skidded into the living room to see Jamie and your father, same height, standing nearly nose to nose. Jamie did hold his hat in his hands, the same black wide-billed number that he had worn on Wednesday, his hair perfectly messy, wearing his usual black with the collar done up to his throat. 

“Dad,” you said quickly. “Jamie.” 

“Hi there, lamb,” Jamie said softly. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, and he added, “I guess you heard that, didn’t you?” 

“I-I didn’t think you were serious,” you said. “When-When you told me that you wanted to marry me. I thought that was… Heat of the moment type stuff.” 

“And perhaps it still is,” Jamie said. “But I never want this moment to end. I want you as my wife.” 

“We all want lots of things in life, buddy,” your dad said pointedly, and Jamie raised his eyes from you to him. “But I draw the line here. You are not marrying her, not after knowing her for less than a week and taking advantage of her like that.” 

“Dad, gosh!” you exclaimed. “He didn’t do that, I’m an adult, I wanted it as much as he did! And anyway, it isn’t your decision to make. Jamie, I think it’s lovely that you asked my dad for permission, but I-I would have accepted, even if you hadn’t.” 

“Really?” Jamie asked. He looked hopeful, his eyes wide and his eyebrows drawn up, and his pink lips stretched into a smile. “Little lamb…”

You went to him and wrapped yourself in his arms, and you touched your forehead against his as your hand lightly touched his cheek. He needed a shave, the faintest stubble appearing on his face, but he was still beautiful, still your handsome god. “Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Jamie.” 

“Good,” Jamie said softly. His eyes flicked down for a moment to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and he said, “You can come live with me.”

“And what about her degree?” your father asked. “She is not abandoning her education to get married to some lowlife—”

“Dad,” you snapped. “I’ll figure it out. But if that means that I drop out…” You shrugged and turned back to Jamie, and even the sight of him made you smile. “So be it.” 

By the time noon rolled around, you were back in Jamie’s home— your home. You knew that there were a million logistical things to parse through soon, especially since break was ending on Sunday and classes started back; you would have to move out of your apartment and come to Jamie, drop out of school to live with him, but you could deal with all of that later. For now, Jamie had you in his arms, worshipping you with kisses. “My beautiful girl,” he whispered as his mouth pressed over your bare breast, letting his tongue lave over your nipple. You bit your lip to hold in your moan, and Jamie’s hands fell onto your waist. “My beautiful wife. I’ll give you a good life, I swear I will.” 

“I don’t need that,” you told him. “Any life with you is perfect.” 

Jamie was quiet for a moment, and he suddenly moved away from you, standing up from the bed. His shirt was undone, hanging open to expose his toned chest and dangling silver cross chain, his pants unbuckled; he looked especially debauched, and you loved it. “I need to show you something,” he said as he moved around the small room, obviously searching for something specific. Finally, on a busy, cluttered shelf, he found a small book, and he moved back to the bed, book in hand. 

“These are pictures from back when I was…” Jamie started, and he shook his head. “I need you to know the man you’re marrying, even if I’m no longer that man.” 

You sat up. This was obviously important to Jamie, and you watched as he opened the book to show photograph after photograph. Some were better quality than others, taken with a shaky hand, and you gently touched the corner of the first photograph. It featured Jamie prominently, a microphone in hand and sweat dripping from his hair. He was shirtless, wearing tight black jeans, and he was bent over as he sang. 

“This was during that period in my life when I eschewed God,” Jamie explained. “I was in a rock band, and I acted like it too. I was rude to people, selfish, I lied about everything, I… I was behaving quite badly, if we’re honest.” 

He flipped the page to the next picture, and you saw another photograph of Jamie performing. This time, he wore a guitar over his body, still shirtless, still screaming into the microphone, but this time, you could glance at someone in the background, partially hidden behind a guitar. “Who’s that?” you asked. 

“My brother, Sam,” Jamie said. “He’s still on that path. We’ve fought about this so much, about how I found the church and he hasn’t. He says I’m trying to convert him, or that I’m not genuine in my faith, but I just want what’s best for him.” 

“Oh,” you mumbled. You pressed your cheek into his shoulder and frowned, and you added, “I don’t like this, J.” 

“I don’t either,” Jamie said. “I hate you knowing exactly what I’ve done. But you deserve the whole truth— no more lying.” 

“Not telling me about a past that you’re ashamed of isn’t lying,” you told him. “Even if it is, I forgive you.” 

“Darling, listen to me,” Jamie said, abandoning the scrapbook and turning to you. He took your arms into his hands, holding you firmly, and his beautiful eyes went hard and serious. “You deserve to know everything I’ve done. You deserve that, as my wife. You deserve me being honest with you.” 

“I don’t deserve anything,” you whimpered. “Jamie, my dear God, you can tell me anything you want, but if you don’t want to tell me something, you don’t have to.” 

“God…” Jamie whispered. “I love you.” 

“And I love you,” you told him. “Totally unconditionally.” Your hands clutched at his shirt as you drew him into a kiss, and Jamie’s hands abandoned your arms to wrap around you as he kissed you back. He nibbled your lips as you fell backwards onto the bed, and you smoothed your hands down his chest to fiddle with his belt. 

“Oh, yeah?” Jamie chuckled. “You really need me bad like that?”

“Yes,” you whined. “God, please.” 

Jamie kissed you again, deep and fervent, and he said, “Worship me, little lamb. Show me how much you love me.” 

Without question or hesitation, you moved to kiss Jamie’s cheek and the little brown freckle that laid in the middle of his pale skin. You kissed from his cheek to his ear, and you pressed your lips to the small gold hoop he wore in his ear before trailing kisses down his rough, stubbly chin. Your kisses then landed on his neck, and you sucked his thin skin between your teeth hard enough for Jamie to make a soft moan. “Good girl,” he whispered, his hands lingering on your hips, and you moved your lips from his neck down to his prominent collarbones, tasting his skin and sighing softly. 

You shuffled to reach his chest, pushing his shirt aside and off his shoulders, and you gawked at the tattoos on his arms. Obviously, Jamie saw what you were looking at, because the muscles in his arms flexed, and he whispered, “You like them?” 

“Yeah,” you told him, stretching out his arm and kissing down to the inside of his elbow. “Really pretty…” 

“You can tell me that you think they’re hot,” Jamie laughed. “You don’t have to call them pretty.”

“But I don’t want to make you think I’m only here for the sex,” you told him. “I love you, and I worship you, and you’re so much more to me than just a man. You’re my God, Jamie. I revere you, I want to pray to you, there’s nobody and nothing more powerful than you. You are Him, and nobody can compare.” 

“Your God has done bad things,” Jamie said, and you kissed back up to his shoulder. “Terrible things.” 

“And I forgive you,” you told him. Your kisses came down his chest and your lips lingered over his nipples for a moment before you bit the rosy pink nubs. Jamie smiled and patted down your hair, and you moved your mouth down to the ink on his stomach. You let your lips touch at his undone trousers, and you lifted your eyes to find him watching you. His blue eyes were intense on you, and you whispered, “God?” 

“You don’t think you’re done, do you?” Jamie asked. “Keep going.” 

Quickly, your hands grabbed at his hips and dragged him closer, and you took down his trousers and pants to expose his soft cock. The sight of him made you gasp, and you pressed forward, nuzzling your cheek against his cock. He smelled so good, and you whimpered as you dug your fingernails into his ass. “God,” you sniffled, and you felt the hot prick of tears touch at your eyes. You loved him so much, revered him and worshipped him so much, and Jamie’s hands touched your head. “I love you.”

“Good, good,” Jamie whispered. “You’re doing so well, worshipping me so good. I’ll fuck you, if you want.”

“Yeah?” you asked, kissing the head of his cock and smiling when his cock flexed for a moment. “I think I’d rather just worship you instead. How can I come to know my God if I don’t worship you?”

“You’re going to kill me,” Jamie whispered fondly. “But I’ll die a sweet death with you.”

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[mikqls0n]

I’m already high enough || Jamie bower x fem!reader

Summary: while you and Jamie go through a breakup, you’re having a one night stand with your best friend after smoking together.

Warnings: smut!, cigarette, drinking

Extras: got this idea while listening to “high enough”, use of y/n

4am

You and Jamie were sat on his bed, smoking with an alcohol bottle in his hand.

Today you both had found out that jamie’s (now ex ) girlfriend had cheated on him with your boyfriend and broke up with him, and your (ex) boyfriend with you,so you went over to Jamie’s house to spend a little time with each other which lead you to grabbing a cigarettes and a bottle of alcohol.

You were both drunk but not too drunk so you still could think straight.

Jamie took a sip out of the bottle before passing it over to you as you also took a sip of.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, I have work tomorrow “ you mumbled as you took another sip of the alcohol bottle when you realised Jamie tricked you as the bottle was empty.

“Not funny” you Said when you looked at a laughing Jamie.

“Come on,It was a little funny” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help your little smile.

After calming down from all the laughing,you both just sat there as your cigarettes were already off, staring at the door in front of you as Jamie broke the silence.

“Y/n?” You turned your head to look at him.

“Yeah?” Jamie hesitated for a second before he grabbed you by your waist and sat you down on his lap, his hands still remaining on your waist.

“What are you doing?” You whisper as Jamie’s eyes switch between your eyes and lips.

“One night won’t ruin our friendship right?” He whispers back as your and jamie’s lip’s brushed against each other.

You didn’t answered, instead you slowly placed your lips on his, connecting them in a sloppy kiss after Jamie kissed you back.

After a while Jamie began to kiss you harder and his hand flew up to you neck, pulling you impossible closer to him as his other hand wrapped around your waist pushing your hips closer against his when you felt his bulge against your clothed pussy, making you moan against his lips which Jamie returned with a smirk without breaking the kiss.

“Please” you moan as Jamie continued to move his hips, creating a friction between you two.

“Please what? Tell me, what do you want,love” Jamie knew what you wanted, he just needed you to confirm it.

“Fuck me…please” You moan goes right into Jamie’s ear as your head fell onto jamie’s shoulders while Jamie rocked your hips with help of his hands.

“Anything you want..” Jamie flipped you over as he took of his shirt while you unclipped your bra which you just tossed on the floor, followed by Jamie’s and yours shirt, leaving you both only in pants.

You and Jamie looked at each other, smirking before pulling him down and smash his lips against yours while your hands went to his belt and undo it.

Everything went so fast when you both were suddenly naked as Jamie put up the covers half way up his body as it was still cold in the room.

Jamie grabbed both your hands and put them above your head.

“These stay here you understand?” He said as you nod as a response.

Jamie spread your legs wider as he he took his cock in his hands and spread his Precum on your entrance , feeling the wetness he had created on you.

He lined himself up with your hole so that he could easily slip inside you any time, as he does so,unexpectedly and hard, a scream followed by his name left your mouth as he was fully inside your. Chest against chest, his lips on your neck again,sucking on the soft skin as he he gave you time to adjust his size.

“Good Girl, taking me so well, you ready?” He whispers into your ear.

“Yes please..” you moaned. Jamie pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside you before thrusting all the way in again.

“Fuck- Jamie!” You wrapped your legs around his waist as one of his hands were placed on your hip, lifting them a little to go deeper,while the other hand is around your throat as his lips found your soft spot in the soft skin, creating marks on it.

You felt yourself clench around his cock as his thrust begin to get faster and harder, going impossible deeper with each thrust into you.

“Are you close love? yeah me too just hold it a little yeah? God you feel so good..” his hands let go off your body and instead interlocked them with your hands and crashed his lips against yours again, moving them in the same rhythm as his hips.

Jamie had to break the kiss as he felt himself twitch inside you, mixed with the feeling of you clenching around him as he suddenly began spilling his warm cum inside you, mixed with yours as you came a few moments later too.

After a while you opened your eyes,looking directly in his as he had a smirk on his face, which told you this was going to be a long night.

[windhamsrotunda]

A little work in progress for my Jamie Bower fanfic, which is going to be posted on archiveofourown (also watching rachelwrites because she gives me motivation lol).

[themoonsbride]

hello my darling ❤️ yesterday i was feeling soo insecure about my body, especially my thighs, and i wanted to ask you - could you write something where y/n is feeling insecure about the same thing as me and when she's trying on her new dress from jamie she can't stop looking at her thighs and when jamie notices he tells her she's beautiful and he gently kisses her thighs (don't worry i don't wanna smut!! just pure fluff!) 🤧🫶🏻 love you sweet girl, keep writing cause you're amazing ❤️ Mia xxx

hello amazing Mia !!! I'm so sorry you weren't feeling the best the other day, insecurities are awful to handle, but you're absolutely stunning and always will be !! :) xox

You're Beautiful .

pairing; Jamie Bower x Fem!reader

summary; in the request!! Reader is feeling extremely insecure about herself (specifically her thighs) and once she tries on the dress he bought for her, he quickly catches onto her feelings and kisses her thighs . <3

warnings; feeling insecure, almost crying, thigh kissing (fluff !)

a/n; I have another request that I should be able to get out this week hopefully !! (trying to come up with ideas for my first Anthony Hope imagine. . . .)

--×♥︎×--

It was mid spring, the weather was getting warmer by each day, it was currently 78 degrees outside and you were supposed to go out with your boyfriend tonight.

He was out at the moment, and wouldn't be home until night fall.

You got up for about the 5th time that hazy noon and walked in front of the mirror, observing yourself.

You groaned groggily looking at your thighs.

God they seemed so hideous in your eyes and you couldn't stand it, all of the women on your media feeds had beautiful bodies that only made you feel envious and more insecure.

'How am I supposed to go out tonight when I look like this?' your mind seemed to like to torture you today and it was completely draining you to your core.

You placed your head in your hands and decided to crawl inside of your bed until it was time for you to get ready.

--×♥︎×--

You'd been switching between binge watching TV and scrolling through your phone when you heard the keys rattle inside of the knob to your front door and footsteps start to come closer to your bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, Jamie.

"Darling I'm ho- What are all the lights off for in here love?" He went from happy to concerned within seconds.

"Forgot to turn them on, sorry" You had been able to frame your voice to seem like you were okay when you weren't, Jamie always knew you were faking even if you were doing a pretty amazing job at acting like you were.

"I'll be here if and when you want to talk about it okay? I'm going to be getting ready now love" He smiled empathetically at you, his brows cruved in a worried expression.

You weren't always one to speak up at first but after awhile you'd be able to have it inside of you to be able to speak up and let him know what was bothering you.

After Jamie had left into the bathroom to get into nicer, fresh clothes you sighed and walked over the closet between the two of you and picked up your dress, quickly getting the fabric on your skin before waltzing over to that forsaken mirror again.

You started to examine yourself, Jamie had picked out your dress, it was black and the hem had lace on it as well as the v neck collar and tank top like sleeves, and the crimson red roses scattered about make it beautiful to look at.

But the way it had looked on you, how your thighs were so noticeable, atleast thats what you had told yourself. Your lips started to quiver and your eyes became soggy.

"oh lovely please don't feel bad about yourself." Jamie's voice suddenly broke the silence between you and your self hatred as you turned to look at him.

"You're absolutely gorgeous Y/n, you should never cry over your body." He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead, gently wiping a tear that started grazing mid-way down your cheek, that you hadn't even realized.

"I, I'm so-"

"Don't, apologize dear, please."

He grabbed your hand gently and had you sit down on the bed that had been to the left of the both of you, and then leaned down onto his knees.

"Jamie babe I'm not in the mo-"

"That's not where this is going babe, just trust me okay?" His voice was small and comforting, almost like it was wrapping you in a warm hug before you nodded slowly.

Then, he started pressing gentle soft kisses against your chilled skin that you'd currently felt deep hatred for, but within seconds Jamie was soothing you into feeling better and started to feel like your happy self once again before you both stood and headed your way out to dinner.

[elodieballard]

take a toll.

summary: y/n and peter escape the lab and as they do, she gets injured.

warnings: violence, angst, fluff

“eleven, grab onto my shirt and hold it until i tell you to stop, got it?” i say, gritting my teeth together.

as an orderly, it was important to help the children whenever they needed it, or whenever it was required. they commonly get afraid at the thought of being put on the spot to do something they have no clue how to. making sure this doesn’t distract them, any orderly is required to give proper instructions for lessons a little more advanced. for example, combat lessons.

it is very unusual to have combat lessons in the lab, because it is strictly prohibited for these children never to have to face combat as such. they’ve never been allowed to fight physically, and are scolded for fighting verbally as well.

combat lessons weren’t really needed in a facility where you wouldn’t normally have it nor would you be allowed to leave. outside of the facility is nothing but distractions to learning the powers, dr. brenner says.

growing up like a normal child is not a benefit to practicing telekinesis as such. going to the mall, paying attention and learning in school is not going to have your mind set on powers as it would be in the lab, where your entire existence was to use your powers and work with them— always to stay,

and never to leave.

yet here eleven was, holding the tug of my shirt in the back as we ran out of the boiler room, darting past cameras in the corners of walls.

“hey!” i hear from in front of us as guards approach. “where do you think you’re going?” it’s miller.

both eleven’s and peter’s grip tighten. i sigh, hearing footsteps behind me as i turn around to see the tazer shocking itself.

“against the wall. all of you. now!”

“peter, i think we-”

“no,” he says, turning to me. as he does, i’m reminded of the streak of blood running down the neck from the bursted soteria. “you don’t have to be afraid of them, y/n. not anymore.”

eleven looks at me. now that i’ve realized i’d grabbed her hand in the mist of all this happening, i give it a reassuring squeeze without paying her a look. i’m focused on peter.

miller smirks. “take em’.”

the men start slowly walking to us, but peter turns around quickly. my gaze is shifted to behind us, where the men are blasted into the wall.

by his outstretched hand.

in this moment, it feels like everything slows down. it’s all moving a little too quick, giving me an uneasy feeling.

the sends the rest flying, leaving miller standing there. “please, i’m-” his hands are stretched in front of him as he slowly backs up.

peter pauses. i wonder if he’s going to let him go, but he breathes heavily and tilts his neck impulsively. miller’s neck snaps and he falls to the ground, lifeless.

i can’t help but breathe extremely heavy. i can’t tell if i’m about to pass out or if it’s a migraine. nonetheless, my thoughts are sliced when peter turns to both eleven and me and stares for a moment. “come.”

he grabs my left hand, eleven’s still in my right. he takes us to the tidy storage closet about a bookshelf away and closes the door behind him with two hands.

“wait here, don’t move,” he demands, turning to us. “i’m going to find us a way out.”

“wait!” eleven says before he can open the door. “how did you-”

“like i said,” he drops his voice an octave. “we’re alike.”

eleven falls silent as her gaze follows his, down to his wrist. with his right hand, he pulls his left sleeve up.

i gasp.

001.

that’s all that’s there. it’s the only thing it reads. it’s simply a tiny, tattooed, inked number. but it held the end to a mystery, a fairytale.

he smirks a bit, turning to leave, then stops. he turns a bit.

he notices what i didn't notice— my tears. he leans over to me, cupping my face in his hands and swiping the tear away with his hand. “don’t be afraid. i won’t hurt you.” he sighs as my expression doesn’t change and i stay frozen. “i promise you i will be right back, love.”

he places a kiss on my forehead and makes his way to the door for the final time, closing it gently behind him.

my breathing becomes heavier once i feel abandoned. abandoned with eleven, that is. maybe it makes me feel better.

i hope i’m just with eleven for a little bit.

~

my bloody thumbs are starting to taste bitter, relishing in the violence i’d soaked them in as i’ve bitten them for the past thirty minutes.

there is a lot to think about. like why didn’t peter tell me this before? why did he keep it a secret? will he even come back? would he leave me here to die and rot with a nine year old child?n

as my questions have been mentally asked with no verbal or physical answer, the real world and its sounds start to come more apparent eventually, making the sudden screams i’m immersing in throughout my ears more vivid.

“eleven,” i say, and she’s torn from her thoughts as well. “i think we should find peter.”

she swallows, but nods determinedly.

i grab her hand and slowly crack the door open, peering out to make sure no one is there. i look back to eleven, reassuring her, but she already seems too anxious for that.

i open the door completely, waking out. the lights were flashing and alarms were going off but only in certain hallways.

as i make my way down the hallway, the building looks untouched. like there was no need to have emergency alarms blaring through the facility.

but then as i turned the corner towards the exit, i saw it. i saw the reason i had to shield eleven’s eyes for horrors ahead of me.

many workers once in their pristine white suits were now covered in blood, banged up and lifeless on the floor. “oh!” i exclaimed, breathing heavier by the second as i turned the corner closer to the exit.

and there he was.

covered in blood. peter, sending a guard into the wall, snapping her bones soon after. she drops to the floor, thudding and rolling onto her stomach—he did this all.

“peter, what did you—” i call, but he wipes the blood from his nose and slowly walks towards me.

i think all of the guards are dead. i think they’re all decaying in that pile of camouflage bodies with broken bones. i don’t think peter needs to worry about any more coming.

he grips my chin with his hand, grabbing eleven’s arm and fitting the palm of her hand to his chest, where his heartbeat is.

“feel it?” he asks. he gives her a sympathetic look ask she swallows saliva down her throat from her dry cries.

“s-slightly.” she replies.

“it’s not heavy, is it?” he asks her, tilting his head.

“no.”

he strokes her cheek before bringing both of his hands to my face, cupping hit and drinking in the sight of my worries. “did you hear what she said?”

i swallow. “yes.”

“that means i’m calm. there is nothing to worry about, my love.” my gaze shoots over to the pile of dead guards. “don’t feel sorry for them. you know how terrible they were. to you. to me.” he smiles. “don’t you remember then punishing me? all because i wanted to help eleven?” i nod slowly. his grin grows wider for a moment, trying to calm me down. he wipes a tear from my eye and i can’t help but flinch. his brows furrowed. “don’t you get it? i’m not going to hurt you.”

i suddenly can’t meet his eyes. “i know, peter… but…”

“but what sweetheart?” he tilts his head. “i need you to use your words. you can do it.”

i look up into his eyes again, scanning the rest of his face with the corner of my eyes. “i just.. are you hurt?”

his eyes tear up and he pulls me close to him, hugging me. “you’re such a sweet girl. you’re such a sweet girl. you’re my sweet girl.”

my breath hitches for a second and i bury my nose further into his neck, only being intoxicated with the smell of blood, making me hazy and almost needing to pass out.

“you don’t need to worry about anything.” he says as i look up at him. his eyes are closed, taking in the feeling of me. i relax a bit.

“wait!” eleven shouts.

i immediately scream at the sudden jolt of electricity flooding through me. the world goes black and starts flashing as the room spins.

“brenner, son of a bitch!” i hear peter’s shouts muffle as i fall to the floor, still feeling that terrible electricity hit me over and over again.

~ beep, beep, beep.

is the sound i’m greeted with as my eyes slowly flutter open.

shit. white tile ceiling.

either that was a dream, or i’m back in the lab.

i think i’m back in the lab, because the crucifying feeling running through my veins from everywhere is still there.

though it’s blurry and looks like i’m looking through a kaleidoscope, i manage to get myself to look past the ceiling.

i’m in a hospital room. not a familiar one from the lab, just a hospital room. i look around, not bothering to twist my head in any direction. a head of golden blonde hair perched in a seat, staring upwards at the ceiling.

i lift my head to look at peter completely, next to see eleven beside him, looking through a childrens magazine with a catalogue. they don’t notice i’m awake, so i continue to watch them.

“i like this one.” eleven points at a spot on the page. peter looks and nods.

“we can get that one too.”

for a few more seconds, she continues to point at what she likes and peter, annoyed, stays shrugging it off and nodding at it, mumbling little things like “pretty” and “would look nice on you.”

i groan when i feel a shocking cramp in my neck, where i was tazed.

from the corner of my eye, the blonde’s head flies up and looks at me, brightening at the sight of seeing me awake.

“y/n!” he exclaims, running over to me.

he kisses me on the lips, then peppers tiny kisses all over my face. i giggle, trying to pull him away to stop.

“okay, okay, peter!” i laugh. he goes down to my neck, laughing against my skin. “stop!”

he continues laughing as he leans up and places a big kiss on my forehead.

“peter,” i say as he nuzzled his head into my neck.

“mm,” he hums, kissing back there.

“why are we in a hospital?” i ask. my hands trail up to play with his hair and i feel him frown against my neck.

“you don’t remember?”

“i do, but you’ve been tazed many times and have never had to go to a hospital. shit, you haven’t even had to go to the hospital wing?”

he hums, placing another kiss at the back of my neck. “yeah, but love, they’ve never used that type of energy on me.”

“energy?”

“don’t be silly, darling. you should know it takes energy to create electricity.” he remarks.

“sure i do. but ‘that type’?” i ask, tugging at a strand of hair and he groans.

“they used drugged energy. to make the surge more dangerous. they attempted to kill you, and they did take a toll on your brain. but they failed pretty terribly, and i fixed your brain with my powers.” he sighs, leaning up from my neck. “think you can get up?”

“why?”

“i just really want to hold you.” he replies.

i nod and push myself up, feeling the soreness. i groan.

“i know, baby, i know.” he says, picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to his chair.

“baby?” i say, and he looks back at me.

“what? you don’t like it?” he asks.

“no, actually, i really really like it. a lot.” i reply. “a lot.”

“so?”

“it’s new. but i love it. don’t ever stop calling me that.” i sigh.

“i won’t baby.” he says, kissing behind my ear.