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starfirette · 2 years

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All Mine

⭐️reposting this because it didn't show up in the tags

⭐️ Jace Herondale x Fem! Brightlaw Reader

⭐️masterlist | here are your warnings: 17+ + PiV + fluffy smut + marking and possessive-ness + birth control runes

⭐️book/movie Jace??? Idk. I imagine movie Jace as Jace when I'm reading, which I'm doing rn, I'm rereading city of bones. I'm going to post the next three chapters of EWW to my ao3 this weekend, and maybe I'll get a good update out! Like a real one. Thanks everyone for being patient and bearing with me being a totally emotional spaz

Jace's room was usually clean. The immaculate space could only be described as that of belonging to a monk or a pastor, or any man who lived in quiet humbility. Typically the place was spotless: routinely dusted and the hardwood floors always swept--perhaps that was a trait he had picked up from Mayrse...she was a rather strong advocate for the neat freak movement, so perhaps something about being raised by her in his later years of childhood had rubbed off.

His stack of piano music books, and a few other personal belongings, tended to be neatly set on his dresser, the one with the huge mirror (the same one he probably spent forty minutes gazing into every morning).

But now the room was trashed. It had everything to do with the way Jace had dragged you around it. He'd tossed you on every possible surface and possessed your body. Books spilled across the edge as your hands buckled to find something to grip onto as Jace hoisted his hips hard against yours, filling you up with this long cock.

By now, it had been hours, and you were both on the bed.

His thumbs pressed hard into the flesh of your ass as he guided your hips back and forth, shushing you as he grinned like a fallen Angel.

"You like this cock, baby?" Jace asked, his curly golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. The flushed features of his sharp cheekbones and the flickering golden hue fading in and out of his crisp blue eyes reminded you of his angelic heritage.

"Come on, angel, answer me," Jace hissed as he tipped your face up. His long fingers pressed beneath your chin, and his eyes glittered gold with brief hunger as he examined the splotchy marks he'd littered on your throat.

"I do like it," you stammered out, still trying to hump his hips as fast and hard as you could. His cock was angled just right so it rubbed the spongy spot inside of you. Your clit was erect and pounding with rushing blood, beating fast like another pulse in your body.

"I like it, I like it," you whined, sounding pathetic and not at all like a Shadowhunter. What would your parabatai say if they knew just how cockdumb you'd become, and for Jace Herondale of all people. He easily was the most arrogant of all Shadowhunters.

"Yeah, I know you like it," Jace chuckled as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hands, the cool metal of his family rings, both the Wayland and the Herondale sigils passing over your flushed face. The coldness of the rings eased the sweat as Jace maneuvered his thumb to tickle your clitoris just lightly. It made your vision blur and you couldn't help but cry out.

"You own this cock, don't you?" Jace purred as he lazed back, his voice deep with pleasure as you cried in rumbling ecstasy. Your body was trembling all over and Jace caught you as you pushed forward, slumping over as you gave up on using your own hips to hump his dick.

Jace wrapped his arms around you. He had gotten bulkier, more muscular, since the last battle in Alicante against Jonathan's army; he'd found temporary peace in his excercising with Alec, as well as his clear mind. Heavenly Fire flooded his veins, making the apples of his cheeks rosy with rush and fever.

You groaned into the crook of Jace's neck as he held you together. Without his arms you might very well fall apart; come completely undone as Jace split you in half, releasing your shadowy soul and laying it to rest in the City of Bones.

"Daughter of The Brightlaws" your slated tombstone would read. "Killed by a Herondale cock."

Well, it'd be an interesting sight.

Jace's hips and thighs smacked up as he leaned back into the headboard of the large, Institute bed. He cradled you in his arms and softly groaned as he fucked into you. Your teeth sank over the Star shaped mark on his shoulder as his skin wettly slapped into yours.

"Gotta suck something to keep quiet?" Jace chuckled as your lips suckled onto the mark. "That's fucking hot. That's right, suck. Like it's my cock, okay?"

Your lips cramped as tears dropped down your cheeks. Your upteenth orgasm was stirring inside of you, churning like cream into sugar. It was a sweeter feeling than any cake batter or cookie dough; a stronger and hotter feeling than any fine whiskey or vodka you'd ever tasted.

Jace hissed as your teeth nipped his collar bone. The skin was blotched red and purple and it stained the Star mark on his shoulder.

You shuddered violently as cum spilled outside of you. It was leaking down your thighs, coating Jace's pelvis; it was a salty mix of the both of you: it was the last of the Herondales and Brightlaws, and it was being wasted on sloppy, sloppy sex; what would the consul say? How would the Clave react if they knew your left shoulder blade was coated with a birth control rune, courtesy of Clary Fairchild.

The sound of Jace's cock plunging in and out through the sticky flood of semen was erotic on its own. It lubricated your pounding clit so that even the lightest touch made you flinch in the best of ways.

"Cum on it again, okay, Angel? I can't get enough of the feeling. Aw, baby, don't cry," Jace chuckled as he used a thumb to wipe away the tears that settled on your cheeks. "I'm going to take such good care of you. Don't you know how much I love you?"

The creaking of the bed crescendoed into a slamming against the walls. No doubt the other residents were hearing all of this, and no doubt would they guffaw and joke about it during breakfast the next day.

"I love you," Jace said, his voice breathless as he held your hips down firmly. His cock was twitching and pounding as it hammered inside of you. His thighs were thick and full with muscle as they flexed to keep himself from collapsing into the mattress. His entire body burned with tire but he couldn't stop. He needed one more, one more burst of ecstasy with you. "I will love you until I die. And if there's a life after that? I'll love you then. Can't let my Angel be all alone...need to keep her company."

Your jaw went slack as drool dripped from your lips, sticking to the Herondale star as you emitted mindless sounds into his golden skin. "I love you, Jace," you said between hiccuping moans.

"And my cock?"

You couldn't help but laugh between the thrusts. "Even your cock, baby."

Jace firmly smacked you on the ass as he made a little noise of praise. "That's right. You love it. You love it, you own it; you milk it so good. Your wet pussy hugs me just right. Raziel made you for me."

His blue eyes flared with golden flame; the heavenly fire was forcing its way out of hiding, making his hands warm as the groped across your body. "You're all mine."

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jamies001fan · 2 years

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Music to His Ears

pairing: Jamie x fem!reader Summary: You don't mean to disobey him, but he punishes you as he sees fit. Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), oral (f receiving), fingering, sprinkle of edging and thigh riding, choking, protected sex, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, praise, (if there's any i missed please let me know!) WC: 3,914 (this is my first ever fic/smut, i'm hoping you enjoy!)

The first time you “disobeyed” Jamie (as he put it) was when he first started working. He had to get a new song finished by the end of the week and didn’t want to waste any time procrastinating. You understood that he needed time, so you tried to give him the space to focus. In your defense, he said he’d be done in a few minutes, never giving a specific time. So when you knocked on the door to ask if he wanted to watch tv after a few hours of him working and were told “give me a minute!”, you were confused. You did however know that it takes time for greatness, so you left him alone so he could keep working.

The second time occurred a little later in the day, when you were making a snack for yourself and accidentally slammed the cabinet door a little too hard. The thin walls weren’t helping you, and you heard him raise his voice to say “darling, be quiet!”. You let out a small sigh and sat down, eating what you made for yourself, and noticing the quiet piano coming from the room down the hall. Before meeting Jamie, you hadn’t ever had the urge to play an instrument. But within a year of being with him, he had taught you piano, guitar, and was trying to teach you the drums. You loved every second of him showing you how to play, his eyes lighting up when you played your first song for him. Jamie brought music into your life in a way that you had never heard before, and when you played for him, it was music to his ears.

The third (and final) time happened after you ate dinner. You had eaten alone, Jamie coming into the kitchen to get some of the lasagna you made and give you a quick kiss before going back into his studio. You cleaned up the dishes and then went to the bedroom, lying down and grabbing your phone to scroll through whatever looked interesting. More piano and guitar was heard, along with potential lyrics through the door that had been closed for far too long. You set your phone down on the bedside table and walk up to the studio door, knocking so gently you weren’t sure if he heard you. The music stops and you hear footsteps leading to the door. Jamie opens it and you see his eyes for only the 3rd time that day. He gives you a small smile before going to close the door again, but you stop it with your arm and a look of confusion appears on his face.

“Love, I have to work, please.” He tries to close it again, but your arm stays where it is.

“I’ve only seen you 3 times today, Jamie. I know you have to finish this by Friday, but it’s only Tuesday, baby. I was wanting to spend a little time with you before bed.” You lean against the door frame, positioning your foot so it keeps the door from closing.

“It’s only 7 darling, I'll be done soon.” His hand tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as he leans in to kiss you, and you kiss back. One of your hands reaches up to run through his hair, the other resting on his shoulder. You feel his other hand on your waist, and you’re gently pushed away from him. “As much as I want this to continue, I don’t want this to be in the back of my head.” He says, motioning to the setup he has behind him of sheet music and various instruments.

“You’ve been working since 10am, Jamie. I get that you have a deadline, but your girlfriend misses you.” You say, arms crossed. One of his brows raises and he looks you up and down.

“You miss me, do you?” His hands go to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles over your shirt. You nod, hoping he’ll take a few minutes to focus on you instead of his current task at hand. “I could tell, you’ve been trying to get my attention all day. Asking me questions, slamming things, just couldn’t stay quiet, could you?” He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Just wanted to see my favorite musician.” You smile, putting your hands on the sides of his neck. You feel his hands move lower, until they reach the back of your thighs. He picks you up and you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist. A grin appears on his face while he walks backward a little bit before closing the door, pinning you against it. Taking your hands off his shoulders, he intertwines your fingers as he presses your hands against the door.

“You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” His lips go to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that make you sigh and tilt your head, giving him better access. You felt him suckling and nipping at your neck. Jamie bit hard, enough to draw a whimper from you. The pulse where he had just bitten was beating a little faster, and you knew there would be a red mark there. He pulled his face away and his eyes connected with yours, making you shiver.

“Not needy, baby. Just missed you all day.” You try to lift your hands even a little, but you aren’t successful. “Jamie, this isn’t fair.” The words come out as more of a whine than you intended, which made a small smirk appear on his face.

“This isn’t fair?” He puts you down and backs away from you, the sudden loss of contact from him making you cross your arms again. “What isn’t fair is you wanting my attention, making all this commotion while I'm trying to work, then wanting more than what I give you.” He gives you a look that you knew all too well. There was a plan in his mind and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach, or the wetness you felt pooling in your panties. He grabs your hand and walks over to the piano bench, sitting down and pulling you to straddle him. “I’ll show you what isn’t fair. Act like a brat all day, gonna get treated like one.”

You feel him growing harder under you and you can’t help the smile that shows on your face. “I guess I'm not the only one that missed this.” Your arms link around the back of his neck as you grind against him only once, trying to get a reaction from him. His hands find a home on your hips and stop you from moving anymore.

“Did I say you could do that? No, I didn't. Brats don’t get to do what they want.” He moves you so you’re straddling one of his thighs, his hands still on your hips. Jamie begins to roll your hips against his sweatpant cladded thigh and your head rolled back a little with each bit of friction against your clothed clit.

“Jamie, fuck, please.” You lazily look back up at him with hooded eyes, your hands reaching up to the back of his neck, tugging at the roots of his hair. He lets out a groan and a lazy chuckle, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Now you wanna beg and be a good girl? It’s too late for that, darling.” You feel his thigh flex under you and you can’t help the whine that escapes you. “Jesus love, I can feel you soaking on my pants. Does my thigh feel good on your clit? I bet it’s so fuckin’ swollen.” Your legs shook with every word he said. The more he moved your hips against him, the more you moaned. The softness of his sweatpants felt good against you, but you needed more, and he knew it. “I’ll give you what you want, angel, but you can’t cum until I say so.”

“Whatever you want, I don't care, I just need more.” You know you sound desperate, but you’re more interested in feeling his hands on you. The oversized shirt you had on was pushed up to just above your panties, and one of his hands played with the waistband. He paused his teasing to move you back so you were straddling him and you felt his hands move slowly up your thighs. His fingers reached your panties and pulled them to the side, sucking in a breath when he saw how wet you really were.

“All this for me, darling?” His blue eyes keep contact with yours, as if putting you in a trance. You nod and feel him hover a finger over your clit before applying pressure, moving in slow circles. It wasn’t a lot, but you didn’t care.

“J-Jamie, oh my god.” The noise was music to his ears, moving his finger lower until sliding it inside of you. He started with slow thrusts just to hear you whine for him to go faster. Your eyes closed as you tried to hold back the moans he was pulling from you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer when he added another finger, thrusting even faster and curling them at the special spot inside of you. Your hands gripped his biceps for support when he added his thumb to the mix, rubbing harsh circles on your throbbing clit. Jamie waited until the last possible second before the tight coil inside you could burst, pulling his fingers out as your head started to fall back.

“I believe I said not to cum until I said so.” Jamie brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them inside and licking them clean. He removes his fingers with a pop and grips your thighs, lifting you as he stands. Setting you down on top of the piano, he leans in and kisses you. A quiet moan leaves you as you barely taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is over too quickly for your liking when he pulls away, a small smirk appearing on his face. “I think you can handle more edging, angel.”

“I really don’t think so Ja-” You stop talking when you feel his lips press gentle kisses against your thigh. Looking up at you, he gives you a wink before inching his lips up more, closer to where you needed him. His hands pulled your thighs apart and you saw his eyes light up at the sight of your pussy soaking through your panties, before deciding that the fabric had to go. The warmth of his body was hard to ignore as he stood up and moved closer to you, fingers going under the waistband and pulling down your panties. They were thrown in no particular direction and Jamie knelt back down so he was eye level with the place you wanted, needed, to feel him.

“If you touch me, I’ll stop.” Is all he says, his breath hitting your clit with every word. He looks up at you to make sure you heard him and he sees you nod. His bright eyes keep contact with yours as he finally licks at your clit, just once, sending a shock through you. Your hands balled into fists as you tried with every ounce of self control to not pull his hair. He stands again, gently nudging at your shoulders to make you lie down across the shiny black surface. His hands grab your own and bring them to the sides of your head before setting them down. “These don’t move, understand?” One of his hands travels to your throat, gently squeezing as he speaks.

“Yes, god yes, I understand.” You nod as best you can with his hand around you. He lets go of your throat and both his hands travel down your body, moving up your shirt so it wouldn’t be in the way. His face gets closer to your clit and your breathing quickens from the anticipation. You felt his soft lips close around your clit and suck softly, humming as he swiped his tongue over it. Your lips parted and a moan left you as you felt him pull you closer to him. He knew that he drove you crazy with how he made you feel, it was a feeling he’d never get tired of.

“You’re so needy for me, darling.” He hovered a finger over your entrance while he went back to sucking your clit, making you whine for more. He slowly pushed his finger in as his teeth grazed over your clit, your back arching up a little at the feeling. Gentle pumps mixed with his mouth on you made your mind turn to mush as you tried to not move your hands to tug his hair. After a few seconds, another finger was added and he quickened his pace.

“Jamie, please don’t stop.” Your voice comes out shaky and your head tilts back a little. His lips pull away from your clit and he licks it again, his tongue spelling something. It takes a second to figure out what it is; his name. You moan at the thought of him taking the time to trace out each letter and your hips buck up, wanting more. His free hand presses on your hips to keep them down and the coolness of his rings on your skin makes a shiver go down your spine. “I need more, baby, I need to feel more.” You feel your face turn red as you speak and you’re almost positive your heart is beating out of your chest.

“You want more from me? I’m giving you so much already, why don’t you use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want princess, hmm?” He pulls away from your clit as he speaks, his hand still moving at a fast pace inside you. You struggle to form a coherent sentence as you look up to see him looking right back at you. His blue eyes sparkle as he waits to hear what you have to say.

“Your mouth- tongue- please.” You take a breath between words, trying to be as clear as possible with what you want. He snickers quietly as he watches you squirm from just his fingers inside of you. Your lips part and a moan leaves you, your legs shaking from how good it felt. Both fingers curled inside of you and your back arched, but it wasn’t enough, not yet.

“God, you’re so needy and desperate for me.” His tone changed from playful to degrading as he spoke and it made your eyes roll back. You don’t get the chance to beg for more when you feel his tongue slide in next to his fingers. A pornographic moan leaves you as your body feels like it’s on fire, but you didn’t want it to stop. It was an entirely new feeling for you, but judging from the way your walls squeezed around him, he knew you loved it.

“Jamie, holy shit-” You can’t finish your words as you feel him pumping his fingers and tongue in and out of you, curling up to graze that perfect spot inside you again. “F-feels so fucking good.” The praise is noticed by him and he moans against you, looking up to see your head thrown back. He felt you squeeze around him again and knew you were close, so he increased his speed. His other hand went to your clit, thumb moving in fast circles against the sensitive part of you.

“Cum for me, princess. Wanna feel you explode all over my mouth and fingers.” He pulls away to speak, but returns just as fast, repeatedly rubbing against that special spot only he could touch. Your thighs shook and your back arched as you came, making Jamie moan as he felt you gush around him. The only words you could say were his name followed by a string of profanity as he continued his assault on your now very sensitive pussy. He helps you ride out your high, slowly cleaning you up with his tongue as you twitch from the sensitivity every few seconds. “Look at you, all fucked out, so pretty.” He sucks his fingers clean and kisses up your body, lips eventually touching yours and you groan when he kisses you, still tasting yourself on him. “We’re not quite done yet though.” You watch as he dug in his pants pocket for his wallet, pulling out a condom.

“Let me, baby.” You’re still slightly panting as you lean up and take the condom from his hand and set it down next to you. Both of your hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down in one go. His cock springs forward, hitting his stomach with a wet slap, and your jaw drops at the sight. Your eyes travel up his body after gawking at how hard he is, and the smirk on his face makes your cheeks turn red. You keep eye contact with him as you reach for the condom with one hand and lick your other hand, bringing it to his shaft and giving a few strokes. His stomach muscles tense as you touch him, his head tilting back the slightest bit.

“Angel, I need to feel you wrapped around me.” Jamie's voice comes out strained as he lowers his head to look at you, seeing you bat your eyes innocently. You bring the condom wrapper up to your mouth, tearing it open with your teeth while your other hand continues stroking him, squeezing every few seconds. Your free hand takes the condom from the package and slides it onto his cock, making him let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Jamie quickly gets fed up with how slow things are going, sliding you off the piano and turning you around. “Time to fuck you like the brat you are.”

“Take it ea-” You get cut off when Jamie's hand wraps around your throat and applies a small amount of pressure, pulling your back against his still clothed chest. His other hand hikes up your shirt so it’s just above your belly button before taking his cock and rubbing the tip against your clit, making you squirm with anticipation. “Jamie, please. Wanna feel you de-” A moan sneaks out of you as he thrusts once into you, completely filling you up.

“God, you feel good wrapped around me.” Jamie says with a groan as he throws his head back. His thrusts started slow, but they were deep, hitting every inch of your dripping pussy. He knew exactly how to please you, every spot that made your eyes roll back and toes curl. You felt his hand squeeze your throat as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Look at my princess, taking everything I have to give.” A sharp thrust followed his words, and his other hand pressed onto the bulge that was now visible from inside of you. “See that? Feel that? That’s how deep I am in you. Such a pretty fucking pussy.” His tattooed hand squeezes harder with every word, making your moans hard to hold back.

“Right there, god, please do that again.” It comes out more strangled than intended, but he knew exactly what you wanted. He knew he found the spot inside you that made you see stars and he gave another thrust up into it, making you grab his arm, nails digging into his skin. You clench around him and he lets out a moan as he rests his head on your shoulder. His lips press soft kisses to the spot right under your ear, playfully biting just enough to leave a mark.

“Gonna cum for me, love? Can feel the way you’re squeezing me so fucking well.” His head lifts off your shoulder and he takes his hand off your stomach, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He licks from the middle to the tip of three fingers before trailing them down your body and rubbing fast figure 8s on your clit. The combination of his cock and fingers is becoming too much for you, and you can both tell by how your legs start to shake. Your upper body is still for a second as your legs threaten to close from the sensitivity between them and you can practically see his tired smirk from behind you. One final squeeze to the throat, and you lose all control.

“Oh my- fucking- Jamie-” Coherent words weren’t in your vocabulary as the pleasure from him took over your body. It felt as if you were on fire, in the best way possible. His hand tugs at your neck, pulling your head back so your lips meet his with a sloppy kiss, mainly teeth and tongue. You feel him groan into your mouth from how much you were squeezing his cock, and it made you clench around him again.

A string of swear words left his mouth as his hips stilled, and you felt his stomach muscles tighten. His cock tensed inside of you while he came hard, grunts and moans falling from his lips to yours as he kept holding you against him. He ended the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he thrusted into you slowly, riding out the rest of his orgasm as you let out soft whines in his ear from the slight over stimulation. The thrusting finally stops and he carefully pulls out, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash next to the piano.

His hand leaves your throat and you can feel the mark he left, but that’s what you loved about sex with Jamie, how excited he was to leave you with bruises. Your hands rest on the piano to steady yourself as you breathe deeply and feel his hands gently rubbing your sides to try and provide comfort. The warmth from his body is gone from behind you and you hear him pull his pants back up before walking to where your panties landed earlier. He comes back behind you and helps you put them back on, pressing soft kisses to your calves and whispering praises under his breath as you step into the fabric.

When you’re both dressed again he puts his hands on your hips and walks you to the door. He sees your legs slightly shaking as he pushes it open and he smiles to himself before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. You feel the bed under you as he lays you down and you feel his weight next to you once he gets next to you. Instinctively you roll over, putting your head on his chest and leg on his thigh. Your limbs were tangled together, your arm reaching across to his shoulder as he put a hand on your arm, rubbing soothing shapes into the skin.

“You did so well, angel. Such a good girl for me.” He kissed the top of your head as he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from what happened just a few minutes earlier. Jamie loved music with all his heart. Singing, playing instruments, writing songs, the whole process of it. You were his favorite song. Whether you were playing the drums or the guitar, or having his cock deep inside you, it was all music to his ears.

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little-diable · 2 years

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Ancient Sun - Jamie Campbell Bower (smut)

Y'all asked for this, and I'm heavily crushing on this man. So, here we go. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader asks Jamie to accompany her to an event, too scared to meet her ex-boyfriend on her own. And Jamie will seize every chance to take care of the co-star he had been crushing on for months.

Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, public bathroom sex

Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!co-star!reader

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It was late by the time they finished their scene, bodies sweaty, minds exhausted. And yet (y/n) still found herself working on the adrenaline that kept filling her veins like poison, keeping her from giving into her tiredness.

She was sitting next to Jamie, not daring to speak a word as the assistants helped them take off their makeup. Jamie had his eyes closed, fingers tapping against the surface of his armrest, focusing on the song that echoed through the trailer.

��You’re all done.” The woman smiled at (y/n), who had her gaze focused on the mirror, still studying Jamie. Slowly she rose from her seat, grabbing her stuff as she did so, murmuring a small ‘thank you’ to the crew. Before she could turn around and leave, Jamie reached for her wrist, stopping (y/n) from taking yet another step.

“Wait for me in my trailer, darling. I should be done soon.” A simple nod of her head was thrown his way, forcing a smile onto his lips. For the past hours she had acted nervous around him, barely able to speak a word - besides the lines she knew by heart. Jamie wasn’t used to her behaving that way, unsure what was going on inside her head. A secret he was set on uncovering.

(Y/n) counted her every breath, too nervous to do anything besides sit and wait. For the past hours she had wanted to speak to Jamie, wanting to beg him for a favour that didn’t seem to roll off her tongue - no matter how many times she had tried to speak up. Perhaps she should give up and move on, and opt for not asking Jamie for his help; a sinking feeling made itself comfortable in her chest, slowly but surely she’d have to accept her fate.

“I was scared you wouldn’t stick around.” Jamie’s voice rang in her ears, eyes finding his frame. He was dressed in black, hair tied back, exposing more and more of his handsome features. “What’s going on with you, darling? I’m worrying about you.”

He sat down next to her, sinking back further into the comfortable sofa. His scent engulfed her, a mixture of cigarette smoke and his expensive cologne; a scent she’d always recognize, no matter how many months they’d spent apart. Jamie waited for her to speak up, not wanting to pressure (y/n), even though his worries kept growing by the second.

He’d offer her the world, would fight her demons, if it meant taking away her worries.

“There’s something I need to ask of you.” His heart skipped a beat as if she was about to accuse him of something he hadn’t done; thoughts racing a million miles an hour. “But I don’t know how to. God, this is so embarrassing, sorry.”

A heavy sigh left her, eyes fluttering shut to sort through the cloud of fog she found herself stuck in. The feeling of Jamie’s hand finding hers instantly calmed her, allowing (y/n) to inhale another deep breath before she spoke up.

“I have to go to this event, but I know that he will be there. I don’t think I can go there on my own, I can’t trust him.”

Jamie knew all about the complicated relationship with (y/n)’s ex boyfriend, he had been there to dry her tears, her shoulder to cry on whenever her nightmares came back to haunt her. He had always been right there, no matter the time of the day, it had been him and her against the darkness calling her name.

“Oh, (y/n). I will definitely go with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Jamie moved closer, he cupped her cheek, forcing his co-star to look at him. His bright pupils were filled with adoration, studying the woman he had been fostering feelings for ever since meeting her, instantly trapped by her charme. “I will be right there, for every step, like I promised.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Jamie didn’t reply, he squeezed her hand and shook his head. The two of them were about to enter the event, putting on a smile as they stepped onto the red carpet. Their names were called, echoing through the night like shots going off in the distance.

(Y/n) could barely pay any attention to the reporters, too focused on Jamie’s closeness; the scent of his expensive cologne that wrapped itself around her; the goosebumps that rose on her skin whenever he pulled her closer. Fuck, she will never get over her feelings for him, (y/n) was sure of it.

“He’s down there, should we wait till he leaves?” Jamie murmured his words into her ear, patiently waiting for her to reply. But all she did was shake her head no, she felt safe with Jamie around, very well knowing that he’d protect her.

But even though Jamie was right there to protect her, fate wasn’t on her side that night.

“(Y/n)?” Her ex-boyfriend called her name, making her halter in her step. The man stared at her as if he was set on burning her to the ground, eyes full of anger. Jamie instinctively tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her against his chest with his eyes not leaving the man’s frame once. “And Jamie, I should have known you’d turn up together.”

“That’s what couples do, don’t they?” Jamie’s voice cut through the tension, eyes flickering down to (y/n)’s features. A small smile played on her lips, eyes finding his bright ones, and for a moment (y/n) found herself imagining what being loved by Jamie must feel like. An unfamiliar warmth began to spread itself through her trembling limbs, a warmth that soon turned into a biting heat, a heat that begged her to close the gap between them.

“Couple, huh? Well, then I wish you all the best.” He left the two before (y/n) could take another breath, finally allowing her to relax in Jamie’s grasp. She followed him through the crowd, towards the bar, where he ordered drinks for the two of them. Barely any words were shared between the two, sounds overpowered by the music that filled the hall, allowing their eyes to wander.

Like two magnets searching one another, their eyes didn’t stray from one another’s frame, forcing them closer together. Jamie’s hand found its place on her waist, his eyes flickered towards the nearest entrance, and without another warning he pulled her along once again. With their drinks long forgotten, they made it out into the quiet hallway, bodies relaxing, just like their racing minds.

“I,” Jamie pulled her flush against his front, hand resting on her warm cheek. “I’m gonna kiss you now. Tell me if you want me to stop, darling.”

She had never understood why people would compare kisses to fireworks going off in the distance, had never understood how a simple touch could elicit something this intense. But now, as she was kissing Jamie for the first time, she knew exactly what those people had been talking about. There was no firework going off, no sparks flying in the air, but a heat flared through her like an ancient sun rising on the dark horizon, forcing earth to wake from a century long sleep.

“Fuck, I should have done this much sooner.” His gruff voice sunk lower with every syllable he spoke, leaving (y/n) trembling in his grasp. Their kiss wasn’t sweet, it was rough, leaving her lips pulsing in need, hoping that she’d never part from him.

She pushed her lips against his once again, murmuring a small though clear “I need you”.

For months she had been dreaming about this, months filled with longing, desperation, and despair. She wouldn’t break this moment now, wouldn’t part from him, not if she had the chance to offer her all to him. And Jamie was right there to guide her, to jump off the cliff with her name bleeding from his lips like a prayer spoken in a moment of silence.

They found their way to the nearest bathroom, door falling shut with a heavy thud, lock falling in place. Ring-clad fingers wandered to her throat, set on leaving marks that would linger for days, linger like the feeling of his lips exploring her naked body. A feeling so heavenly even the devil would give into the calling.

“I won’t drag this out, not tonight. ‘M gonna take care of you when we’re back home.” Jamie’s silent promise was followed by a moan rumbling through (y/n), he turned her around, front pushed against the sink. With their gazes connected through the mirror, Jamie’s hands started wandering once again, pushing the fabric of her dress up to her waist. “Fuck, I’ll have so much fun ruining you, darling.”

She was dripping for him, soaking her panties with her arousal, and Jamie loved every second of it. The sound of her panties ripping apart echoed through the small bathroom, and all (y/n) could do was watch the fabric disappear inside his pocket, a reminder he’d cling to. He fumbled with his trousers, pulled his hardening cock free and spat into his palm, pumping himself a few times.

“Condom.” (Y/n) panted the word, struggling to think straight as the realisation of what was about to happen caught up with her. He reached for his wallet, wordlessly pulled a silvery packet free and ripped it open with his teeth. Another wave of heat clashed through her, threatening to rip her off her feet, and he was right there to catch her - should she collapse.

“Are you sure about this?” His murmurs were met with a breathy “yes” spilling from her slightly swollen lips. (Y/n)’s voice dripped with arousal, begging Jamie to finally give in and fuck her. And he did, with a groan rumbling through the two in unison, he pushed into her, forcing her fluttering walls apart.

A string of curses left Jamie as he began to build up his rhythm, cock disappearing deeper inside of her with every thrust. She had her hands placed on the sink, desperately trying to hold on, struggling to balance her trembling body. Their bodies start melting together, forming a perfect mess they’d never want to break from again.

(Y/n) has lost count on how many times she has imagined this, the way he’d fuck her ferociously, the way he’d moan for her. And now, her months of yearning were finally paying off.

Jamie’s hand found its way back to her throat, forcing (y/n) to keep holding eye contact through the mirror. Their interaction had something so intimate to it, they were sure that they’ve never felt anything similar before.

“Tell me what you want, darling. Talk to me.” His name clawed through her like a demon trying to rip itself free from her grip, clashing against the mirror. She panted for him, struggling to give her words enough room to roll off her tongue. Jamie squeezed her throat in sync with the movements of his thrusts, making her hyper aware of her nearing orgasm.

“Faster, fuck, Jamie, please.” He sped up his thrusts, teeth buried in his lower lip to hold back the heavy moan that wanted to leave him. One of her hands found his forearm, holding on tight as she let go, head rolling back against his chest. A soft hum left Jamie as he watched her, features clearly projecting the pleasure thumping through her veins.

He followed her a few moments later, releasing himself into the condom with a groan reverberating through his chest. For a moment they stayed like that, still connected in the most intimate way, having to process what had just happened. Carefully Jamie let go of her the second (y/n) lifted her head off his chest, deeply inhaling as they parted.

Even though the fog inside her mind slowly but surely started to clear, (y/n) couldn’t help but kiss him again, feeling Jamie smile against her lips. And like an ancient sun, rolling around the ever blue sky, her heart kept speeding up for his, silently communicating with her newfound lover.

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robertpattinsonslut · 2 years

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𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝒀 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂. 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝!𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐲<3 𝐁𝐓𝐖 𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒!!!

There are plenty of ways to get back at Jamie for what he did to me. This was war.

Yesterday, after teasing me all day he brought me to his bedroom. I was so ready to be destroyed, but he fingered me until I almost finished and stopped short and left. It was just cruel.

Ideas wracked my head of ways to get back at him until I came up with a good one. A letter. A very dirty letter I would give to him at the beginning of his interview. That would drive him crazy, so I got to writing.

Dear James Metcalfe Campbell Bower,

...

with love your only whore Y/N

I knew the letter would get a rise out of him. It contained details I knew he would go crazy over and not be able to get me off his mind the entire interview.

The plan was to give it to him as he was about to step on the stage so he reads it after I went to the backstage. This whole interview was two hours long so he would suffer for a very long time, then I could get out with Alicia and go to her house, because I know that she is the least favorite of Jamie he wouldn't even think that I'm with her and he would have to deal with the same frustration I had.

The time comes for the light checking and I stand behind his back tapping on it. He gives me a quick peck on my lips and hand him the note as I go back to the backstage and he sits down on one chair infront of me.

He slowly opens the letter and his eyes widen. He starts to shift uncomfortably in his chair and bites his lip. I look down and pretend to be innocent while I can feel his eyes on me. Quickly glancing up I meet his eyes, they are full of want. You smile knowing your plan has worked.

Before I know it Jamie gets called on stage and he gets up from his chair clenching his jaw on me. I continue to look at my phone as he goes out on the stage and I hear some fans screaming.

He tries to focus on Jimmy and shorts after he crosses his legs, trying to hide his bulge.

Thirty minutes after he got on the stage you do not hear any cheers. I wonder what is happening outside. I didn't have time to think about it because suddenly a security guard came up to me and told me to drive home our car.

I leave the backstage and start to walk to our car wondering what could have happened. The security guard is gone now so I couldn't ask what was wrong. As I turn to the corner of the street someone grabs me and slams me against the wall, Jamie.

He whispers, "You really think you would write that and get away with it so easily?" My stomach drops but in an excited way. He wasn't getting a punishment anymore, I was getting one instead.

The whole car ride I was thinking about what will happen. I hope I didn't take it so far and that we are not going to argue because this idea came to my mind aswell.

As he reached for the doorknob of our bedroom he let me in and locked the door behind him. He grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him, "You better have meant what you said in that letter, because it's about to come true. okay?" he says holding my chin up.

Suddenly I'm very nervous and reply "okay" in a whisper. My stomach twists and I forget to breathe while he's staring at me dead in the eyes, hand on my chin so I have to make eye contact with him.

Our lips clash together and his hands are over me, pulling my clothes off until I'm left in my matching bra and underwear.

He pulls me back so he's laying on the bed and I'm on top of him. I feel him under me and instinctively rock my hips back and forth. He kisses me down my neck to my bra, leaving a line of hickeys across my chest.

He unclaspses my bra and groans, "Lie face up on the bed now." I quickly follow instructions and his lips travel across my breasts, circling around my nipple, then traveling downwards and slowly kissing right above my underwear line. His hands are brushing up and down my legs.

He then starts to kiss from the bottom of my thigh, to my upper inner thigh. His fingers are going under the sides of my underwear, moving back and forth. He continues this for an agonizingly long time and I'm definitely soaked through.

It was like he just read my mind, he pulled my underwear off slowly and said "Duck, you are so wet for me." His fingers lightly grazed me and I arched my back for more. Frustrated, my hand made its way down, which was quickly interrupted by his. He grabbed it and snapped, "don't you dare."

He started by rubbing light circles and inserted one finger inside me. I let out a light moan to which he replied "you like that slut?" adding another finger.

Soon enough he was three fingers deep inside me. My head thrown back on the desk and mouth partly open. It felt so good, I never wanted him to stop. but then he did.

I thought for a second he was doing the exact same thing he did last time, until I felt his lips on my inner thigh. They slowly got closer and closer and I started to bring my legs together.

He noticed and grabbed them, spreading them apart to give himself easy access. As much as my legs wanted to come together he would not let them.

His lips touched where I was the most sensitive and I let out a shaky breath. He looked up at me and said, "you're such a slut" then continued to pleasure me further.

Soon he was using a mixture of fingering and his tongue to give me the best feeling I've ever experienced. My legs started to shake and squirm in his hands and my moans became louder and more frequent. Jamie noticing, stopped what he was doing immediately.I look up at him in disbelief and say "Please" he responds by lightly laughing, "You really think i would let you cum that easily? get on your knees now."

Legs shaking, he helps me off of the bed and I bend down on my knees. He pulls his shirt over his head while my hands fumble with his belt. I slowly slide his pants and boxers down together and make my way up to his dick. I have never seen it so hard and a look of pure need on his face ever this much before.

I attempt to start slowly, teasing him where I know it would drive him crazy, but instead, he mutters "no, you are mine and you do what i want." and takes my head in his hands.

He grabs my hair and brings my mouth to his dick. I start sucking, slowly but he makes me pick up speed. As he is practically fucking my face as he demands, "look at me darling."

I keep eye contact with him. The image of me looking up at him while he in pumping in and out of my mouth, completely naked kneeling on the floor probably is driving him crazy, and seeing him groaning with pleasure as I feel my hair pulled is doing the same to me.

His dick was so far down in my throat I thank god for not giving me a gag reflex. If I had one there was no way I could be doing this.

I can feel the pace change and I can feel he's close to finishing. Grunting a wide range of cuss words, he finishes in my mouth. As I lick my lips clean he smirks, "atta girl."

I get up and walk over to my clothes to gather them after they were scattered across the room. Jamie's hand grabs my wrist and he pulls me in. "what do you think you're doing?" he whispers.

I reply, "grabbing my clothes." he rolls his eyes and pulls me even closer, "no you're not. i am not even close to be finished with you." I feel him start to harden against me again.

He kisses me and I kiss him back. I want more. I need more. His hand travels to my ass and squeezes it, making my mouth jump open, which gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue in. His other hand inserts a finger into me and I let out a soft moan.

"Holy fuck you're so wet for me. that's my little whore" Jamie says roughly.

Without meaning to say it, I whimper "Jamie fuck me" he looks at me and grins, his finger still pumping in and out of me and he teases, "oh yeah?"

I look away and he grabs my face, "your letter will not be fictional anymore darling. bend over that desk, now."

I don't waste time and do exactly as he says. He is in control. As my body is on the desk he stands over me he teases my entrance. He has spread me wide apart at his mercy.

He spends time touching my body, but never where I need it most. He is doing it for my torture. He has been teasing me the entire night.

Finally, when I wasn't expecting it he slides into me. He starts hard and fast. The desk is shaking as he pulls my hips into him to quicken the pace.

He is so deep inside me and hitting my g spot, my moans get louder and louder, I'm almost yelling. He is shouting up a storm calling me his fuck toy, degrading me in every possible way. Normally, I would be offended but man it was so hot when he did it.

Just when I thought it literally could not get any better, his hand travels to my clit and he pleasures me more. I'm so close to finishing and I yell, "faster, please, faster" but he instead slows down.

I'm so close but he once again is not going to let me finish. He is fucking me slowly. Holding me down so only he controls the pace. There is so much built up inside of me, but it'll never come out this way and he isn't letting up anytime soon.

I know he doesn't want to go this slow either, he is almost in as much frustration as I am. So I only know one way out of it. "stop. please stop." I say. Immediately Jamie stops and backs up off of me.

I grin knowing I'm out of his hold and he looks at me in disbelief, "you fucking tricked me"

I push him so he's sitting on the desk and he doesn't resist. As much as he wanted to continue his revenge, he wanted it just as much as I did.

Still impossibly hard, I climb on top of him and sit down, his dick fully inside me. He kisses you lustfully and my hands travel through his hair. He grabs my hips with his strong hands and brings me up and down. I quicken and slower with each minute. I'm pulling his hair as light moans interrupt each kiss.

He stops kissing me only just to look down at me bouncing on top of him and mutters "holy fuck." I look at him and wonder how I managed to get him, I mean it's not an anyday thing that the god of sex is dating you, but wow. His abs are lightly defined with a v-line, his chest is covered in barely noticeable hickeys around his tattoos from days prior, and his face is just perfect.

He has definitely surpassed anything I would have expected. I'm completely at his mercy even when I think I have control. He is using me like his fuck toy and I'm enjoying every second of it.

He speeds up and the entire desk is shaking, I'm surprised it hasn't broke. We both are so close and there is no way he's going to stop this time. In a low voice he says, "fuck... don't.. stop..." and continues to rail me harder.

"I'm gonna fill you up real good mhm? Give you my babies. Fuck... you would look so sexy with a bump and with swollen breasts" He moaned into my ear as I digged my fingernails into the back of his.

He reaches his breaking point and lets go inside of me. He fills me up and I'm so close again. All it takes is his fingers to make me have the best orgasm I have ever had in my entire fucking life.

We both are left sweaty, clothes all over the floor, faces beat red, in his bedroom. He kisses my forehead and says "wow. Good Lord that was amazing." his hair is super messy and voice is slightly raspy. Fuck he's hot.

I try and stand up but my legs are shaking and it's hard to walk. He sure railed the shit out of me. He helps me put back on my clothes and carries me to his bedroom.

He helps me shower and wash my body. Innocently leaving kisses all over me and telling me how beautiful I am. There really are two sides of Jamie and I love both of them.

Later I explain to Alicia wondering where I was that I wasn't feeling well after Jamie's interview. That's why I stayed at him all night and he was taking care of me.

While I didn't get payback on Jamie, he sure did on me on attempting, but honestly, I may have won anyways.

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jcbbby · 1 year

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oooooh buddy. yikes yikes yikes. okay, this is my first just straight up smut fic. this is NOT my usual thing at all, so like…this may be absolute garbage??? I’m sorry in advance lmaoooo. this is also like, SO LONG I feel like, because I just literally don’t know how to get the fuck to the point and I just keep writing? lol side note, this is for those who have ever needed to get railed in a sun dress. ;)

If you’re not comfortable with this type of fic, please don’t read! I still love you either way! <3

Warnings: 18+ only MINORS LOOK AWAY, rpf but in an alternate universe, age gap (reader is like 19, Jamie is 34), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not try at home, kids), oral (female receiving), obvious major power dynamic issue lol, kinda a slow burn? Idk what I’m doing

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It was a warm and humid late May Friday afternoon. You walked through the courtyard, tossing your hair up into a loose bun to get it off your neck in this heat. You dressed for the temperature, wearing a short yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps, complete with strappy sandals showing off your pedicured toes. You were ready for your week-long stay in the Florida Keys, a cliché but nevertheless exciting college summer vacation. Your first year of college was ending, and the only thing that stood in your way of you and your friends’ trip was your final exam for Professor Bower’s class.

Truth be told, you were a little disappointed to be finishing his class, even though it was just a standard required English literature course. You often found yourself absentmindedly staring up at him as he sat on the edge of his desk, a pen tucked with soft blonde locks behind his ear, leading a group discussion on the assigned reading. His high cheek bones, chiseled jaw, pale blue eyes, the wrinkles that would form in the corner of his eyes as he smiled at wonderfully thought-out opinions and analyses from the students, his charming British accent.

There was that one time he leaned in close at your desk to look over your work, feeling the warmth of his body radiate against you, his cologne lingering for a few moments after walking away. How he said your name when calling on you to answer a question. How you would drift off into a daydream wondering how your name would sound leaving his lips in a much more intimate setting… You spent the whole semester in his class feeling a yearning deep in your core. You were going to milk today’s time in his classroom as long as you could. Perhaps you had also worn the outfit you had chosen for more than just the heat wave, hoping to catch his attention just once before parting ways.

The campus was quieter than usual, with many students having already finished their exams and left for the summer. You had some time before your exam and decided to stop by the café on campus for a coffee and last minute study session. After being handed your drink, you went to take a seat on one of the couches and took out your notebook, scanning over the pages of notes.

“Ah, a little cramming session?” A familiar voice said in front of you.

You looked up from being buried in the pages to see him, Professor Bower. He was dressed much more casual than usual. In a pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and a black blazer over it.

You smiled. “Oh…well, you know. Couldn’t hurt, right?” He looked incredible; you loved this more laid back look on him. Not that he didn’t look great in a tie as well. “You look like you’re ready for summer vacation.”

He looked down at his outfit and back up to you with a chuckle. “Yeah, I figured I’d tone it down for this last day, maybe help everyone relax for the exam… you look like you’re in summer vacation mode as well. You look…very nice.” He looked you up and down, lingering a little longer than you expected somewhere below your eyeline.

You blushed and felt butterflies in your abdomen. “Oh um…thank you. I-I’m heading south after this.” You cursed yourself in your head for saying it like an innuendo.

“You don’t say, how fun.” He grinned. “Well, I better go get everything printed. I’ll see you in class. Good luck on the exam, Y/N.”

You nodded with a meek smile as he turned and headed off in the other direction. All you could think about were his eyes on you, how you would have loved to see what his hands would have done, and how tightly your thighs were squeezing together.

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The classroom was dead silent during the exam, except for the scribbling of pens and pencils across pages. Jamie was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, glancing over his macbook every so often at the room. You found it hard to focus after your encounter earlier, looking up frequently to gaze at him. On a few occasions, he caught you, your eyes meeting for a brief second before you frantically and embarrassingly looked back down at the exam. He would smirk to himself as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You’re blowing it, you thought to yourself.

One by one, each of your classmates brought their finished exams up to the front, with Jamie quietly telling each of them to have a good summer.

“30 minutes left, guys.” He announced to the few of you remaining.

He looked directly at you, holding your gaze for what felt like an eternity before going back to his work on his laptop. You looked back down at your exam, now furiously writing, worried that you wouldn’t finish because of your distracted mind. Not only were you embarrassing yourself in front of the hot professor, but you would also fail his class. Before you knew it, it was just you and Jamie left in the classroom. You glanced to the clock, swallowing hard.

“Time’s up, love.” He said from his desk.

You sighed, gathering your belongings and making your way to the front. You handed your packet to him. “I uh…I didn’t finish. I’m sorry…”

Jamie tutted as he reached for the papers. “Even with that last minute study session?”

“I guess I was…a little distracted…” You shifted on your feet.

“Distracted?” Jamie leaned back in his chair. “Anything you’d want to talk about?” The look in his eyes felt ravenous, like they were reeling you in as prey.

“I don’t know…” You started as he stood up and began walking around to the front of the desk. You felt your breathing get heavier and a sudden wave of confidence washed over you. “I-I uh…kept thinking about how good you look in that blazer…”

Jamie let out a soft chuckle as he came to sit on the front of his desk like usual. “Is that so?”

You turned slightly to face him. “And…how good you’ve looked all semester...how I’ve been hoping you’d notice me…” Your entire body was electrified, being this close to him, desperately wanting his hands on you.

Jamie smirked, taking your arm and guiding you in between his slightly spread legs. Your breath hitched. His hands rested at your hips, sending aching pulses straight to your pussy.

“Darling, I’ve noticed. You always wearing those short skirts, twirling your pen in your mouth in class, not even knowing you’re driving me wild…but we both know I can’t get involved like that with a student…as much as I want to…” His voice was low, you felt his hands start to caress your hips and move towards your ass.

“But I’m technically not your student anymore…the exam is over, I’m done with your class.” You put your hands on his chest, leaning into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with more force. You craned your neck up at him.

He snorted a laugh. “You know I meant as a university student here in general…fuck, you look so good in this dress though.” His hand now resides firmly on your ass.

You began tracing circles with your finger on his chest, looking up at him with your best doe eyes. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell…” You whispered, pressing yourself into him, feeling him harden beneath you.

Jamie groaned quietly with a slight chuckle. “Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me....fuck it.”

He hungrily pressed his lips into yours, both of you immediately softly moaning into the other’s mouth, overwhelmed with want. You move your hands from his chest, wrapping them around his neck. His tongue greedily asked for entrance at your lips, which you wasted no time allowing it in, twirling yours with his. A semester’s worth of desire was erupting inside you, finally coming to fruition.

As you both clumsily tried to get more of each other’s mouths, Jamie’s hands planted firmly on the underside of your thighs, lifting you up against him. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun around, sitting you down on his desk, never once breaking contact. He slid the blazer off over his shoulders, tossing it on to his chair behind the desk. You didn’t know he had tattoos. He had always worn blazers or long sleeve button ups. It was a welcomed surprise, you always had a weak spot for tattoos.

You pulled back from him, allowing you both to catch your breath. “You wanna fuck me right here on your desk?” You asked playfully.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this desk from day one.” He smirked, placing another kiss on your cheek before turning away.

He slipped over to the door, twisting the lock with a click. You were already so wet with anticipation, but you were still relatively new to sex, and suddenly felt a pang of apprehension creep in. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren’t exactly experienced. Aside from a less than notable prom night at a motel, you hadn’t seen much action. But this was a man, a probably very experienced man, and you were worried about impressing him.

Turning back from the door, he paused just for a moment, taking note of your changed body language. “Hey, you okay? You know, we can stop here if you want.” He walked back to you, standing between your legs, placing a hand on your outer thigh.

“No, no I’m fine. I want this. I want you…I just…I’ve only had sex once.” You looked away, embarrassed.

Jamie chuckled. “Oh, darling…” He cooed as he brought his hand to your cheek. “You can trust me. I can go as easy as you want.” His gentle care turned you on even more.

You brought your hand to his on your cheek and pulled it down, pressing it to your aching heat between your thighs, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “What if…I don’t want you to go easy.” You whispered. “How about you teach me something new, professor…”

His eyes went from where you placed his hand, and back up to your eyes. “Shit…you’re so wet.” He breathed; you felt his fingers lightly moving against your clothed cunt. “You sure you want this?”

“Mhm...god, I want you.” You nodded, staring at his lips, hoping his fingers would find their way under the barrier separating them from where you needed them.

Jamie crashed his lips into yours, as you clamored your hands over his shoulders and arms, hoping to pull him closer. His hand remained between your legs, teasing you with pressure that just wasn’t enough. You brought one hand down to his emerging bulge, caressing him through his jeans. A soft moan came from his throat as he rocked his hips slightly, before pulling away from you and taking your hand off of him. You looked confused.

“No, no. Your hands stay above both our waists, got it? Now, lie back.” He smirked.

You did as he said, slowly lowering yourself back on to the desk, keeping eye contact with Jamie. He remained between your legs, a hand on either thigh. He slowly pushed his hands up toward your hips, bringing the bottom hem of your dress up with them, exposing your light blue panties that were splotched with your excitement. He smiled to himself seeing how turned on you were for him. He glanced up at you, just scanning one more time for any sense of hesitation, before hooking his fingers around the band of them, and sliding them down your legs.

He tucked them into his back pocket, bending over you, meeting your lips again. He nipped at your bottom lip, as he reached back down, tracing a finger lightly over your slit. Your hips bucked upward, begging for more stimulation. Jamie smirked against your lips as he took his finger to your clit and began tracing tight circles. He moved his lips from yours down to your neck, biting and suckling, no doubt leaving marks that would take a few days to fade. You squirmed under his touch, aching for even more.

“Professor Bower…” you moaned.

“Call me Jamie, love.” He said against your neck.

“Jaaamiee…” You moaned again.

“Fuck, I love the sound of that.” He groaned, removing his finger from your bundle of nerves, a whimper leaving your mouth at the loss of contact.

He pushed you slightly backward, giving him the right angle now to place a delicate kiss on your thigh. He smirked up at you briefly before then moving planting his mouth on to your eager cunt. His tongue worked euphoric circles on your clit, not wasting any time also plunging a finger inside you. You gasped, grinding your hips down into his face, tensing yourself, your hands automatically tangling themselves up in his hair. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Hey. What did I say? Hands above the waist, or I won’t touch you anymore.” He said sharply.

“But…it feels so good…I can’t.” You say, catching your breath.

“Well then I guess we’re done here.” He started to stand up.

“No! Please…please keep touching me. I’ll be good.” You bit your lip.

Jamie smiled devilishly as he sank back down to his position. “That’s my good girl.”

He returned to working on you with his tongue, pumping in and out with his finger. You tried to stifle your increasing moans, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. Jamie moaned into your pulsating heat, causing vibration, and sending shockwaves through your core. You gripped the edges of the desk, trying to follow Jamie’s rule, writhing under him. You bucked your hips up as he slipped in a second finger, pumping rhythmically as he swirled his tongue.

“Shit…shit I-..” You breathed.

“You’re doing so well, baby. That’s it. I’ve got you.” Jamie pressed a hand to your lower abdomen, increasing the growing pressure in your belly.

Without thinking, you grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly as you squirmed, feeling your release building. He smiled against you at this innocent and intimate gesture, intertwining his fingers with yours, still suckling your sensitive bud. He curled his fingers upward inside you in a beckoning motion.

“Jamie, fuck, I-…I’m gonna…”

"Yes, love. Go on, cum for me. Cum just for me." Jamie kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh.

You felt your orgasm crash over you. Your legs quivered as your head fell back in ecstasy. He caressed your hand in his with his thumb as he kept rubbing your clit with his other, helping you ride out your high. He came back up to your lips as you came down in a haze, tasting yourself as he kissed you.

“You still with me, love?” He asked chuckling, pulling you to sit upward again.

“Yeah…no one’s ever gone down on me before. You’ve set the bar really high, though.” You panted, buzzing all over.

“Good.” He smirked, leaning into kiss you again.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed him. All of him. Right then. You brought your hands up to his belt, eagerly undoing it as he smiled against your lips. He assisted in removing the belt and pushing his jeans down, his cock springing out over the band of his boxers as he pulled them down. He spit into his hand and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself a few times as he stared at you, taking you all in with his eyes before he had his way.

"I need you...I need you right now, Jamie. Please." The words poured out of your mouth, dripping in lust.

Jamie chuckled. "So desperate for me...you're so good for me."

He lined himself up with your waiting cunt, still seated on the edge of the desk. Slowly, he pushed himself in. Your breath hitching as his width stretched your walls, and he let out a moan as he bottomed out. He kissed and bit at your lips as he paused a moment for you to adjust to him, before starting an even and pace of slow, deep thrusting.

“God, I’ve thought of this while I’ve fucked my hand so many times…shit. You feel so good around me, baby.” He said in a gruff voice before burying his face into your neck, his teeth looking to leave more bruises.

“Me too.” You whispered. “Mmm, fuck me, Jamie.”

“Mmm, say that again, love. Say my fucking name.” He groaned, thrusting deeper.

“Mmmm, oh god, please fuck me, Jamie.” You moaned into his ear, your hands sliding through his hair, gripping his blonde hair tight as your eyes closed.

In a swift motion, Jamie pushed you down on your back again, pulling your legs up into his arms. His pace quickened, thrusting hard and fast into you from this angle. With your legs open and held up like this, he was hitting exactly where you needed it. He was fucking you like he wanted you to never forget it, and you knew you never would; you could never after this.

“You’re my fucking girl.” He grunted. “Say it.” He delivered a hard smack to the side of your ass cheek, with your legs still on either side of him. You let out a yelp as his large hand made contact with your soft skin.

“I’m your girl.” You panted. “I’m your girl, Jamie.”

He continued pounding into you. Both of you had long since given up trying to stifle yourselves. You reached down to your clit, circling it with your fingers, looking Jamie directly in the eye. He smiled wickedly with a chuckle as he watched you touch yourself while he fucked you. You felt him twitch inside you, being driven wild at the sight before him.

“Fuck, baby...that’s so sexy…I don’t think I can last much longer.” He gripped your thighs tight in his hands. “Where do you want it?” He asked.

“Inside.” You moaned. “I have an IUD. I want to feel you cum in me.” You arched your back, feeling a second high approaching.

“Okay. Fuuuck. I-…I’m-“

He reached his released, throwing his head back with a string of expletives. You felt his warm, thick seed spill into you, sending you over the edge at the sensation. You clenched around his cock, your body quivering with pleasure. As you both came down from the euphoria, Jamie’s pumping stopped and he stayed still, not yet pulling out of you. He let your legs fall and pulled you back up towards him, his hand sliding up into your hair, while his other hand rested on the small of your back. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips, pulling back as your sweaty foreheads rested together while you both caught your breath.

“Well, I think you passed the exam.” Jamie chuckled.

You laughed. “I’ve always been a bit of a teacher’s pet, hm?”

He slowly pulled out of you, reaching over to a roll of paper towels kept near the whiteboard to help with cleanup of the mess you had both made of yourselves and the desk.

“So… I’m teaching a poetry class next semester.” Jamie began as you finished straightening yourselves and the room up. “If you’re interested in any further extracurricular activities...” He winked.

“You know, I just might switch to being an English major. I suddenly really love literature classes.”

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jamie campbell bower x reader

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yourbestfriendgram bitch didnt spill what happen after the date. im literally the godmother of your baby

yourinstagram wait till i leave

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jamiefan03 well she basically answered all of our questions

y/nfan04 can't believe i let myself lose to a white guy

y/nfan05 can relate

bowerjamie who's that guy?? looks hot

yourinstagram some dude name jamie campbell bower

milliebobbybrown @yourinstagram i heard he played in ST4

sadiesink_ @milliebobbybrown and i heard he's trying to kill an innocent teenager

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bowerjamie Happy birthday my little princess

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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 :)

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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.

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bowerjamie stranger things season four premiere with the prettiest girl @ itsmey/n

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Itsmey/n getting to see my favorite guy in one of my favorite shows is pretty amazing you’re a super talented actor and you never fail to surprise me even tho you’re a bit terrifying as vecna i couldn’t think of a better person for the role i can’t wait to see what you bring to season five of stranger things i’m so excited for you and so crazy proud of you @ bowerjamie

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☨ Fire Away ☨ Chapter Nine (Part two) ▾ Caius Volturi x OC ▾ ▲ Warning: Cursing, physical abuse ▲

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“You going to shoot me, nephew? Kill me in front of everyone – your wife, friends, unborn child?” Aro smiled. “Would be a shame for poor Vanessa to explain to the Volturi heir that his father is in prison or perhaps dead because he killed his poor, defenseless Uncle Aro. You don’t want that for your son.” Caius’s hand shook as the barrel of the gun pressed against Aro’s forehead. “Vanessa, darling-“His eyes shifted towards me. “You don’t want your son to be without a father, do you?”

I watched as he walked into the bathroom – his bruised eyes focusing straight ahead. It had been almost nine hours since I last saw him – Aro and his goons “setting him straight” after the stunt he pulled at the funeral. He said very little as he entered our room – the sight of his appearance causing my jaw to drop in shock. Blood stains splattered across the white shirt he wore underneath the suit jacket – his dress pants covered in dirt and dried blood. I removed myself from the bed as I followed his steps, slowly opening the door as the steam from the shower poured out. His dirty clothes littered the floor as his silhouette shown through the fogged glass.

I began to undress – my hand going over the bump as I took a deep breath. The warmth from the shower floated past the door as I stepped behind him – my arms instinctively wrapping around his middle as I rested my head against his back. His rigid body slowly starting to relax as he placed his hands on mine. We stayed like that for a few moments before he turned, brining my body close to his. We were both silent as I examined his face – bruises and cuts – all at the hand of his darling uncle.

“Don’t worry about me, love.” His voice heavy.

I reached up, gently touching his face as tears welled in my eyes. How could Aro do that to his own nephew, his flesh and blood? They were both hurting from the loss of Marcus – this was uncalled for. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.” His hand softly resting on my stomach- our eyes locking. “I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

I stared off into the distance, tears welling in my eyes as the dishes shattered against any hard surface in the kitchen. He arrived home in a state of rage – partially due to the alcohol that he had previously ingested. His face was battered and bruised at the hand of his uncle and his henchmen. Everything was suddenly my fault – Him not being able to be there with Marcus – Marcus’s death – The strain the Volturi family was now under. All of it. All of it was my fault and bringing a baby into the mix was the straw that was now breaking the camel’s back. I flinched as his hands grabbed roughly onto my bare arms, no doubt leaving marks where his fingers dug into the skin.

“Caius!” Charlotte’s voice echoed through the room as she tore his hands off of me. “Are you out of your mind?” Her arms wrapped protectively around my body. “This is your wife – the mother of your unborn child. You have no right treating her in this manner – no right at all.” He rolled his eyes as he stumbled backwards. “Stay out of it, Charl-“

“I will do no such thing, Caius.” Her voice stern. “I practically raised you as if you were one of my own and I am ashamed – appalled of your actions.”

I stayed silent; my eyes settled on the marble flooring. “This is your wife, Caius. What happened between your uncle is not her fault and how dare you blame her for the trouble he has caused. He needs to be the one you’re yelling at – turn your anger towards him, not your pregnant wife.” I glanced up – our eyes connecting. “If I see one more bruise or hear you yelling at her again, you will not like what I do, dear Caius.”

A smirk appeared on his face, “Are you threatening me, Charlotte?” His voice dripping with venom. “

She took a step forward, “Don’t cross me, young man…”

We didn’t speak to one another for over a week. Caius kept his distance – sleeping in the guest room and doing all his business outside of the house. I wasn’t going to be the first to crack. I wasn’t the one who was in the wrong. Don’t get me wrong, I missed his warmth and touch, but I wasn’t gonna crack just because of that. I kept busy by helping Charlotte out in the garden or going around town, visiting the different shops and landmarks. Even though he wasn’t speaking to me, he made sure that I was being watched 24/7. Two men perched outside the house and three trailing behind as I ventured around town.

“So what time is the appointment?”

I placed the fork back onto the dish, “3:15 is the ultrasound and then I see the doctor afterward.”

She smiled, “How lovely!”

Today was the day I would find out the gender of the baby – our baby. I had texted Caius to let him know about the appointment but he never answered to tell me if he was coming or not. This was the visit I had been dreading the most – the fate of the Volturi family was in my hands and today was judgement day. Aro’s words ran through my head daily – A newborn male was what the family needed – a male heir that can lead the Volturi name into the next generation.

“Would you like to go with me?” Her eyes connecting with mine. “I mean –“ I paused. “I messaged Caius to let him know but he never said anything. Don’t want to experience this moment alone.”

She stayed silent for a moment, “I appreciate the gesture, sweet Vanessa but don’t you think your mother should be the one going?”

I hadn’t spoken to my mother in almost four months – not since our wedding day. She never tried to call or reach out – no one did. The only famly I had left was the one I married into – a bipolar husband and his mentally unstable uncle. Even though she wasn’t a Volturi, Charlotte was the only constant I had. She was the mother figure I now needed in my life -especially now that a baby was involved.

I shook my head, “No.” I answered. “You don’t get invited to something like this when you’ve abandoned your daughter over money. I want you to be there with me, Charlotte. You’ve been nothing but gracious and loving towards me since I’ve arrived. I consider you to be family – you’re like a mother to me.”

I could tell my words really touched her – and they were the God’s honest truth. My mother had no idea I was pregnant – and she would never know at this point. “Alright, dear –“ She paused as she untied the apron. “Let me gather my things.” I watched as she walked towards her room, the sound of another set of footprints entering from the backyard. “Dearest Vanessa.” Aro’s sinister voice sounded – my body turning harshly as he approached. “Glowing and beautiful as ever.” His eyes moving up my body, the smile on his face absolutely sickening. I instinctively placed my hand over my stomach – protecting the child anyway I could.

He circled me like I was a poor, defenseless prey in the wild – his eyes never leaving mine.

“Where you off to this late in the day?”

I cleared my throat, “I have a hair appointment.” I lied. “I’m taking Charlotte with me.” His eyes narrowed, trying to see through fact or fiction.

“Is that so?”

I nodded my head, hitching my purse strap higher on my shoulder. I wouldn’t think Caius would tell him that today was the gender reveal appointment- he didn’t even reply back to my message when I told him. Aro and Caius – from my understanding- were still not on speaking terms. Caius did his business away from his Uncle, choosing to pick up certain things that belonged solely to Marcus.

“Well hopefully not too short, darling –“His hand reaching out for the random strand that has fallen from the clip. “Us Volturi men are suckers for long hair, especially when it belongs to a beautiful woman such as yourself, Vanessa.”

I felt like I needed to take another shower as his eyes continued to rake down my body – his hand slowly running down my arm as he released the strand.

“Vanessa?”

A sense of relief washed over me hearing Caius’s voice as he walked toward his uncle and I – a protective arm pulling me into his side. “Everything okay here?” He directed the question towards Aro.

I glanced between the two men as they glared at one another – the sickening smile from before etched back onto Aro’s face. “Peachy, nephew. Just speaking with your lovely bride about her new haircut she’s getting. Told her how much we love long hair on beautiful woman.”

Caius looked down at me, his eyes searching mine. “She’ll look beautiful no matter what she does with her hair. Be a lot easier with short hair when the baby gets here.”

This was the first time he acknowledged our child.

“Oh yes – my future great nephew.” Aro smiled. “Can’t wait for the little guy to make his appearance and learn all about our family – become the future leader of the family. We have lots to teach him, dear Caius.”

Caius stayed silent, his fingers curling into my sides. “What child wouldn’t want to be born into a powerful family such as ours – loved and feared at the same time.” He paused for a moment. “Isn’t that right, Vanessa?” I chose not to answer, shifting my body into Caius’s. “Well-“ His smile fell. “Don’t want you to be late for your important meeting, darling.”

I watched as he slowly walked away, looking back as he did before exiting the room. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt Caius’s body relax as well. We didn’t say anything to one another at first – the air awkward between us.

“I got your text.” Caius spoke.

I nodded my head, “Yeah-“ I paused. “Charlotte is going with me, so you don’t have to worry.” My tone was short. “I’ll put the picture in your office so you can see when you get back.”

His eyes stayed glued to the floor as the room became silent once again. I didn’t have time to play this game again. Sighing, I started making my way towards the door, his icy hand wrapping around my wrist, turning me towards him. His blue eyes glassy as his looked at me. “I’m sorry for the way I acted, Vanessa. It was a shit thing to do, and I never meant any of those words.”

“I had to hear that you're fucking knocked up by Aro in front of God and everyone else at that fucking funeral. Do you know how that makes me look, Vanessa? Do you know how that makes you fucking look? You don’t even tell your own fucking husband that you're having a baby, but yet my uncle knows before I fucking do!”

Tears fell from my eyes as he yelled – glass shattering on the floor as he continued his tantrum.

“Not only do I have to deal with Marcus’s death and the wrath of Aro, now I have to worry about your ass and that fucking baby. I got enough shit to deal with already, Vanessa. I don’t need to worry about a fucking child right now. Sometimes I think you do things on purpose – was getting pregnant one of those things? You already had it in your mind that you wanted to get knocked up and possibly leave me and make me give you child support?”

He walked closer to me, towering over my body as I sat back in the chair. “How do I even know that’s my baby?” His eyes moving down my body. “For all I know you could have fucked around with Michael or Daniel. Fuck-“ He chuckled. “My uncle wants an heir so badly for this family, you could have fucked him just so it had Volturi blood in its body.”

My hand collided with the side of his already bruised face – the crack echoing throughout the kitchen.

“I better go.” I spoke. “Charlotte’s waiting for me in the car.”

He hung his head as I pulled my wrist out of his hold. I was still hurt by what he had said but I was afraid to just let him back in again. He was drunk when he spoke those vial words – drunkenness always brings out true feelings. I wanted to believe that his apology was sincere, but I couldn’t take that chance right now…

I couldn’t stop looking at the ultrasound picture. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the bold word on the photo mocked me. I was supposed to be happy and ecstatic after finding out the gender of my child – trying to pick out names and the design of the nursery. I had all those thoughts in my mind but either side of the coin spelled trouble not only for myself but for my child.

“Vanessa, darling –“Charlotte comforted me. “Let’s get you something to eat, dear.” Her eyes searched mine. She was in the room when the technician told us the gender. She smiled as I looked over at her but deep down, she knew what I was thinking.

Alexander was always a name I liked for a little boy. Alexander Blake Volturi was the name I had placed together weeks ago as I researched names. I had more boy names picked out – my fear being that it would indeed be a little boy. This was what Aro wanted – needed. I would often pray that it be a boy – too afraid to think of what he would do if it was a little girl. Even though I wanted a son – my heart ached because I knew what his future held. He would become just like his father. Groomed to take over the family business and legacy.

Charlotte and I stopped at a little dinner outside of town – both wanting somewhere quiet and low-key. We ate in mostly silence – making small talk here and there about how the food was and if the other was okay. The drive back home was short as the radio filled the silence. I wished Charlotte goodnight before walking towards the kitchen, the sight of Daniel and Michael shocking me as they spoke with Caius. Their conversation coming to an end once they saw me – tight smiles on their faces as they greeted. Ever since Marcus’s death, Caius had become closer to the brothers – Daniel more than Michael. My encounters with Michael still fresh in my mind – his dislike towards my husband still present in his body language. I didn’t bother sticking around, telling my husband that I would see him upstairs. The ultrasound picture feeling like a ton of bricks inside of my purse.

#jamie campbell bower imagine #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #caius volturi #caius volturi x oc #caius twilight #jamie campbell bower smut #caius volturi imagine

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keep-on-burnin · 2 years

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“I’m In Love With You Too” • Jamie Campbell-Bower

author’s note: Gosh I haven’t posted in decades!! I apologize for just disappearing, so here’s a short fluffy Jamie imagine for you<3

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, though there may be a few grammar mistakes sorry!!

“Jamieee” She whined softly from the comfort of the dark grey sofa in the middle of the living room. The fireplace was bright with flames, the tv set on a random channel and my shivering body was now covered with a heavy quilt. That night was a cooler night, and nights like those were meant for tea and cuddles by the fireplace.

Jamie’s shirtless figure stood in the kitchen making the apple cinnamon tea she had requested. She watched as he moved about the space. He was in his own little world, too spaced out to notice her calling his name.

“Jamie” She calls again, this time he turned around and smiled. Seeing the beautiful girl wrapped tightly in the blanket made him feel all warm inside. He admired her a second longer, running his piercing blue eyes over her facial features. Though he was at least 10 feet away from her, he could still see how her eyes sparkle under the fire light.

“Are you almost done?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth at the dazed state her boyfriend was in.

Jamie turned back to the mugs quickly to take the tea bags out and stir some sugar into her tea. The smile seemed to stick to his face the whole time he does this.

Finally, he made his way over to the couch with two hot cups. He set them down on the wooden end table by her head.

She smiled up at him as she moved the quilt to the side so the blonde man could slip in beside her. Jamie took his place behind the girl, wrapping his arms lovingly around her waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He began to leave soft kisses along her soft skin, causing a sweet chuckle to leave her lips.

In that moment, everything else in the world seemed to stop. Nothing was heard but the faint crackling of the fire and her laboured breaths. Nothing was felt but the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her skin against his lips. No one else existed but them in the coziness of their shared apartment.

“I’m in love with you” Jamie whispered against her neck, leaving another kiss to where his confession had landed on her skin. He could feel her breathing hitch as the words left his mouth. Shit he thought. What if she didn’t feel the same? Of course over their 8 month long relationship they had both said the three magical words I love you on many occasions. The phrase was second nature by now, but hearing the words “I’m in love with you” caused the girls mind to short circuit. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard fall from his mouth. She couldn’t form words, or even thoughts for that matter. So she did the only thing she knew she could do in that moment to show him what she wanted to say. She swiftly turned around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands. Her smile was all he needed to see to know that she did indeed feel the same. And to seal the deal, she planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. That’s when his mind short circuited. The world truly did stop when they shared the kiss.

As they both pulled away, she leant her forehead against his. Her eyes were still shut, but his were open. He once again admired her beauty, but this time he could see every freckle on her skin along with the soft blush that appeared on her cheeks.

Just before he falls into another love-drunk daze, she parted her lips to say the one thing he so desperately wanted to hear from her.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Hope you enjoyed🫶 please send in some requests for some stranger things characters! I’ve been on an eddie/steve/billy/001 rampage recently

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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Jace in COB, where instead of Clary being able to take the cup out of the card it’s actually the reader, and when Valentine tries to hurt her or threaten her to get her to give him the cup Jace just gets super protective,

And/or

Reader and Jace are already in a relationship; Valentine needs Jace to do something for him, Jace refuses. Valentine responds by threatening to hurt the reader if Jace doesn’t do what Valentine wants him to, and Jace loses it, grabbing every weapon he can find trying to get his ‘father’ away from the reader while Valentine is just taunting him.

I know they’re kind of strange asks, I’m sorry. Your writing is wonderful!

-🐰

Jace Wayland Being Protective

headcanons

summary: what it’s like when jace wayland is protective over you

pairing: jace wayland x reader

warnings: mentions of canon typical violence

note: jace wayland the loml this isn’t going to do well because i’m pretty sure the mortal instruments fandom is dead but i hope you love this !!

Jace is already extremely protective over you on a normal day.

He knows that you can take care of yourself for the most part, but protecting people is quite literally his job.

When Valentine is around, Jace’s protectiveness goes up like six notches. He’s always by your side, making sure you stay a safe distance away from any conflict that may be arising.

When Valentine grabs you, threatening your life if Clary didn’t hand over the cup, Jace loses his mind. He has to be physically restrained from attacking Valentine.

Jace isn’t one to show emotion very often, instead choosing to bottle his feelings. However, when your life is on the line, he can’t help but get visibly frustrated and angry.

Jace grabs any weapon he can, shouting threats at Valentine and practically begging him to let you go.

When you’re finally a safe enough distance away from Valentine, Jace loses it. He almost kills Valentine before he escapes.

Jace is incredibly protective of you. He’ll kill anyone who ever threatens your life.

No matter how strong and capable you may be, Jace always pushes you behind him when you’re around any visible danger. He would never forgive himself if he let you get hurt.

While he may not always express it, Jace loves you so much and would quite literally die before he let anything bad happen to you.

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jamies001fan · 2 years

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30 minutes in heaven

pairing: Jamie x fem!reader summary: Helping Jamie calm down before his interview takes a turn, not that you're complaining. requested: yes! warnings: Smut (minors DNI), oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, sprinkle of thigh riding and exhibitionism (people are outside), unprotected p in v sex (use protection!!), creampie, (if i missed any please let me know!) WC: 2,509 (i died writing this, enjoy.)

You turned around in the mirror again, smoothing out any wrinkles your dress might’ve gotten from the car ride over. Jamie was appearing on Jimmy Fallon later that night and you were ecstatic to join him in the green room and try to relax him. Your eyes fall to his reflection, him sitting on the couch on his phone, the TV on quietly in the background. A smile grows on your face as you look at both of your outfits, silently thanking your shared stylist for coordinating you so well. The silky, sparkly, nearly skin tight mid-thigh length red dress you had on complimented your body perfectly, and your white Louboutin heels made you nearly the same height as Jamie. Him in a red velvet suit, half buttoned white undershirt, usual jewelry, and matching white Louboutin dress shoes.

His knee was bouncing as he sat, you could only imagine how nervous he was to go on later. You walk back over to the couch where he sat and reach for his hand, turning his attention from his phone, to you. A small smile grows on your face when you see him look up from his phone, his eyes making contact with yours. He leaves his phone on the couch as he takes your hand and stands up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight but comfortable hug. Both of you relax into each other and you can feel him gently rubbing circles onto your clothed skin. His arms loosen as he turns you around and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, walking the both of you over to the mirror.

“You look so pretty tonight, love. Such a beautiful girl.” His lips press kisses to the side of your neck, not enough to make you weak, but enough to make you lean into him more. Your hands move on top of his and you roll your head to the side instinctively so he has better access. His gentle kisses slowly turned into him teasingly biting your soft spot, making a shiver go down your spine. A sigh leaves you from the sensation and you can feel him smirk against your skin, kissing the new bruise while your heartbeat quickened.

“J-Jamie, we can’t.” You stutter over your words as you go against what your body is feeling and pry yourself away from him, walking over to the couch as his arms drop to his side. The tenderness of your neck is hard to ignore and you bring a hand up to carefully graze over the mark, goosebumps spreading from the feeling of his lips on you. “You have to go on in like 30 minutes, we can’t start something we can’t finish.” He turns to face you as you speak and he lets out a quiet chuckle at your words. It wasn’t like you and Jamie hadn’t had quickies before, but there was a time and a place, and this wasn’t either of them.

“We both know 30 minutes is enough time.” He walks over to you and pulls you into him, his hands firmly holding your lower back as he kisses you deeply. You kiss back, hands weaving through his hair, pulling at the strands by the base of his neck. You’re moved backwards until you feel the wall behind you, a groan leaving you at the feeling of it hitting your back. His thigh finds a home between your legs, moving it up until his knee rests against your clit. A moan leaves you as he pulls away, looking down to where his knee is, and feeling the wetness through his slacks already. “No panties love? God, you’re gonna be the death of me.” One of his hands reaches up to your face, brushing the few stray hairs behind your ear.

“Wanted to surprise you after the show, but now is okay too.” A quiet whimper escapes your lips as he grabs your hips with both of his hands and grinds them onto his knee. Both your hands go to his shoulders to steady yourself and your head tilts back further against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as he continues moving your hips. His lips find a home on your neck again, leaving another bruise that you’ll have to cover later. The sensations are gone suddenly, and you feel him grab your hand, leading you to the couch. He motions for you to sit down, and you waste no time to follow directions. You don’t get enough time to get comfortable before he sits next to you and turns you to face him, pushing you back by your shoulders so you’re leaning against the arm of the couch.

“Have I mentioned that you’re really fucking hot? Because you are.” He hastily takes your shoes off and moves your legs so he’s in between them, and the sight makes you even more wet. Your dress gets pushed up to your waist and he hovers his thumb over your clit, eyes traveling up your body to watch your chest heave in anticipation. “Gotta stay quiet for me, okay? We don’t want any staff coming in and seeing how much of a mess you are for me.” His thumb presses down and moves in slow circles on your clit, enough to make you squirm but not enough to ease the ache he caused. You nod your head quickly when his eyes meet yours and he starts moving his thumb faster, drawing little whines from you.

“N-Need more, Jamie. I’ll be quiet, please.” The words nearly get caught in your throat when you feel him slowly push a finger into you, chills exploding through your body when you feel his rings press into you. He moves up your body until his lips land on yours, and he inserts another finger, pumping both in and out of you in a rhythm that makes you moan into his mouth. Your back arches when his fingers curl inside of you, perfectly grazing that special spot that only he can feel. “Do that again, fuck, please do that again.” A third finger squeezes inside you and he curls them again while his thumb moves in faster circles than before.

“Gonna make a mess all over my fingers? Do what you do best, baby. Squeeze my fingers.” They curl again as he moves his lips to your collarbone, kissing and leaving a trail of barely noticeable marks. One final sharp thrust and curl inside of you, and you do exactly that. Your hand grabs his wrist to keep it in place while your other hand grabs the back of his neck, pulling him up to kiss you and to drown the noises coming from you. He can tell how badly you needed that from the way your body kept responding to him, you squirming under him while you trapped his fingers inside of you. Once he could tell you had given him everything you had, he gently pulled out his fingers and brought them in front of your lips. A final deep kiss is pressed to your lips before he pulls away and glances to his hand. “Clean up the mess you made, princess.”

“Happily.” You’re out of breath, but don’t hesitate to open your mouth and wrap your lips around his three fingers, taking them all the way to the back of your throat. His jaw drops at the sight and his cock twitches in his slacks. You run your tongue over each of his fingers, from tip to knuckle, making sure there’s not a trace of the mess you just made. Once he’s satisfied with your mouth, he drags his hand away and you try not to groan from the loss of contact. Your eyes glance down to his crotch and see the tent that’s formed under the material, one of your hands dropping down to palm him teasingly.

“Unless you’re gonna show me how much of a cockslut you are for me, take your hand off, darling.” You swiftly move off the couch, kneeling in front of him while working on unbuckling his slacks. With hands shaking from how fast everything was going, you finally get his slacks and boxers low enough to let his cock free, a sigh of relief leaving Jamie’s lips. No time is wasted as you immediately trace the vein on the side with your tongue before taking him in your mouth, lowering your head until you feel his tip hit the back of your throat. He lets out a shaky moan when you hum around him and he cards his hands through your hair, tugging slightly at your roots to make you groan. A sudden thrust from him makes tears nearly spill from your eyes, your hand taking over for your mouth as you pull away to breath.

“No matter how many times you’re in my mouth, or in my pussy, it still amazes me how good you feel.” You wipe the drool from your mouth as you stroke him quickly with your free hand, the whimpers he lets out making you rub your thighs together. His eyes squeeze shut as his hips buck into your hand and you can tell he’s getting close. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy? Explode all over my hand? You know how much I love that.” Your hand moves faster as you press gentle kisses to his tip, licking teasingly against his slit. The groan that leaves him goes straight to your clit and you bring your free hand down to touch yourself, trying to get some relief.

The throaty moan he let out as he came all over your hand proved that he didn’t give a shit if someone walked in on you two. Him with his eyes squeezed and head thrown back was an image you never wanted out of your mind, you really thought he belonged in a museum, every part of him was perfect. You kept pumping him as his cum dripped down your hand and wrist, landing in small drops on the carpet. His heavy breathing was still going even as he opened his eyes to see you touching yourself. Your mind was too focused on getting him off to notice that he was staring, until his hand roughly grabbed your wrist to pull your hand away. “You think just because I can't see you means you can get yourself off?” He glances at the clock and then back to you, a smirk on his face. “15 minutes left, bet I can leave your legs shaking in half that.” You’re pulled up to your feet and nearly trip from how fast he moves you, bending you over the arm of the couch.

“You’re really testing our luck, Jamie. I don’t want anyone walking in to see this.” One of your hands is held behind your back, Jamie’s way of making sure you don't touch yourself again. You stand back upright with your back to his chest and use your cum soaked hand on yourself, making sure you’re wet enough for him. His jaw audibly drops from behind you at the sight before pinning the other hand as well, pushing you back down and keeping a hand between your shoulder blades. His lips leave wet kisses across your upper back and he nudges your feet apart so he can go as deep in you as he could.

“If you wanted me to cum in you, darling, you should’ve just asked.” He whispers in your ear before easing himself into you. His speed increased quickly, filling the quiet room with the sound of skin against skin. “Such a d-dirty girl, letting me fuck you like this when I have to go on soon. Gonna make me change my clothes from how much you’re dripping for me.” You bite your lip to hold back a moan, but fail miserably when the tip of his cock brushes perfectly against the spot that makes you fall apart. Fast thrusts are replaced with slow, deep thrusts, making you feel every inch of him as he repeatedly hits that spot inside. The feeling of his fingers on your clit suddenly makes you jump, and you know he loves it.

“G-gonna cum if you keep doing that.” The sentence is barely audible, but the way you’re squeezing the hell out of his cock, he knows what you’re trying to say. More kisses are scattered on your back and the base of your neck, his teeth gently sinking into the skin, enough to make more goosebumps appear. His fingers move faster on your clit as his thrusts increase speed the smallest bit. One final deep thrust, and you fall apart. Your moans aren’t audible, but he can see your legs shaking and it makes him lose his mind. You feel his hips still and his cock twitch as he cums deep in you.

“You always feel so good wrapped around me, like you were made for this, for my cock.” His words are strained but they still make you whine. He thrusts a few more times, gentle and slow, making sure that you both finish fully before he pulls out. Releasing your hands from behind you, a barely noticeable bruise appears on your skin. “So glad I brought another suit, you got this one all wet.” The teasing words left him with ease as you turned around to see the lower half of his suit jacket and upper half of his slacks are ruined with your cum, and it makes your face turn bright red. A snicker leaves him as he looks at your face while he pulls his surprisingly clean boxers back up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ Lips pressing soft kisses to your wrists as one of his hands cups your cheek.

“Not at all, but you only have 5 minutes to change before your big debut.” You say, a smile across your face. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before going over to the wardrobe next to the mirror and taking out a new suit and slack set. This one was a slightly sparkly black velvet with a black undershirt, and form fitting black slacks. A pair of black Louboutin dress shoes and a gold chain, was the cherry on top, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. It takes less than 3 minutes for him to change, you taking a few seconds to put on the pair of panties you brought with you. The black shoes catch your eyes as he walks back over to you, a smile on his face as he sees how you’re looking at him.

“We can’t have you ruining this suit as well, but god, that was hot princess.” His hands rest on your lower back as he pulls you in for another kiss. “Maybe after we get back to the hotel you can ruin this one, hm?” He teasingly kisses the spot right below your ear as you both hear a knock at the door.

‘A minute until you’re on, Jamie!’

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower imagine #jamie campbell bower x fem!reader #stranger things smut #001 smut #peter ballard smut

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l0ves1ut · 2 years

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Perfect to Me

Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!reader

Summary: Reader starts to compare herself to other girls online, and her boyfriend is there to make sure she knows how perfect she is <3

Warnings: reader is insecure about her body, and I think that's it, pls let me know if there's anything I missed!

Notes: This is literally my first time writing fan fiction since I was like, twelve years old, and it’s honestly kind of just a practice round, so it’s not going to be the best writing you’ve ever seen, and I kind of hate it honestly, but I am trying 😅 also please request! I need ideas!

You were mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed, waiting for your boyfriend, Jamie, to get home. Most of it was pretty usual, photos of your family and friends, and various pictures from hashtags you followed. You came across a photo Jamie had posted a few hours ago, of you and him laying together at a small private beach. You smiled to yourself, remembering how fun that day had been and liked the post. Going into the comment section to write something, you stumbled across a few hateful comments, mostly about how your body looked in the bathing suit you were wearing. Now, you had gotten used to people saying things like this, seeing as it happened pretty often dating someone famous. You tried to just ignore them, but you’d be lying if you said they didn’t sometimes get to you. This was one of those times. You couldn’t help but think the people saying rude things about you were at least a little bit right. Even you were worried about wearing that bathing suit out, thinking it showed too much of your natural curves. You decided to go on to this girl account, wanting to see who was saying things about you. This girl, whoever she was, was absolutely gorgeous. She had many pictures of herself in revealing clothes, and she didn’t seem to have any flaws in her body. Just as you were about to scroll through her photos a bit more, you heard the front door to your house open.

“Love, I’m home!” You heard Jamie shout from across the hall.

The rest of your night was the same as usual. You and Jamie ate dinner together, watched a movie in your shared bedroom, and then went to bed. Pretty much the same as you did every other night. But the entire night you couldn’t get the hateful comments out from the back of your mind. As you were trying to fall asleep, you couldn’t stop thinking about what this girl online was saying about you, and wondering if she was right. Jamie seemed to notice your discomfort, and sat up to ask you what was wrong.

“Darling? Is everything alright? You're moving around a lot more than usual,” he asked quietly.

“Yup. Everything’s fine,” You replied, clearly not sounding very convincing.

“Are you sure? You’ve been acting strange all night, are you feeling okay?”

You sat up with him and decided to just tell him how you were feeling. You hated hiding anything from him.

“Just rude comments again, talking about how I looked in that picture you posted earlier, same as usual,” you answered, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Y/N, what have I told you about looking at the comments,” he chuckled lightly, stroking your hair. “You know they have no idea what they're talking about, you're perfect,”

“I know, I know. It’s still annoying, though,” You sigh.

“Please don’t listen to them, love. It’s what they want. But I promise, they’re all blind if they can’t see how stunning you are. You're perfect to me, don’t let them get to you.” He moved your head around to kiss you, laying you both back down as you rested your head on his chest. He continued stroking your head until you fell asleep, finally being able to stop thinking about the comment section.

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jcbbby · 2 years

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may i request one where reader is feeling really insecure due to jamie’s friendship with his ex and she starts to distance herself and starts to go out every night until jamie finally notices that she’s strange and cold with him

hi friend! thank you for the prompt! I made up an ex for him. I kind of felt bad dragging any of his actual exes, you know? I wanted to try to make this purely fictional! I also added a cute lil surprise bit at the end for y'all. :) tbh I feel like me this one is weaker then the other few I’ve done, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

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How Can I Compare?

Synopsis: You are feeling insecure lately about the attention Jamie is getting for still being friends with an ex of his. You don't want to feel this way, but you can't help it. You try to cope by pushing him away. But he knows you too well, and he wants to assure you of his love in a big way.

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You sat in bed, scrolling Instagram, your usual ritual before turning over and going to sleep. At least, when Jamie wasn't home with you to cuddle up with. He was out tonight at an event for his latest film. You were so proud of him, his career really soared after Stranger Things, and you were just so happy to be with him, along for the ride.

You scrolled past a post from him, posted just 20 minutes ago. You smiled as you swiped through the few photos from the night. Jamie beaming, along side his co-stars and the crew. You snorted at a particularly silly one of him and a couple members of the cast.

"Great night, great company. x" he had captioned the post.

Your smile sunk into a slight frown when you swiped to the last picture. It was an image of him with his arm around a tall, dark haired woman. Amber, his ex girlfriend. She was a make up artist he had met some years ago, and while they dated for about a year before breaking it off, they maintained a good friendship after the fact. Especially considering she had worked on a few projects he was in following their split, including this one. You tried to not let their friendship bother you, but you couldn't help it. There was no denying how beautiful she was, and the times you had met her, she was honestly lovely. You wondered why they had parted ways in the first place, and you couldn't stop it from eating at you. You trusted Jamie, of course...at least, you told yourself you did. But you mainly just doubted yourself.

You doubled tapped the picture, the heart icon turning red, before clicking below to type a comment. This brought up the comments made by his followers, many mentioning how cute it was that they were photographed together, or how beautiful she was, or speculating if they were back together. You stared for a moment at the screen, your heartbeat increasing and your leg starting to shake anxiously. You exhaled sharply and began typing.

"So proud of you baby, you deserve it all and more. <3"

You posted your comment and clicked your phone's side button to put it to sleep, and gently placed it on your night stand before reaching to turn out the light. You sat staring ahead in the darkness for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to not let your mind run over with intrusive thoughts about what Jamie might be doing without you. You released the breath with a sigh, turning over to try to sleep.

-2 hours later-

You were gently awaked from your sleep by the feeling of someone getting into the bed next to you. Their warm body shuffled up close against your back, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder as a hand reached around you.

"Hi there, darling." Jamie's smooth voice whispered in your ear.

You groaned softly as you adjusted yourself to crane your neck toward him. "Hi baby." you said, you whispered groggily, eyes not fully opening.

Jamie lifted himself up on to his elbow and leaned closer to kiss you again, this time placing his soft lips against yours. The hand he had draped around you now started to move to the hem of your shirt, gently pulling it upward as he slipped the hand under the fabric. You felt him getting excited against your thigh. Normally you would be equally as excited, but you couldn't help but think of him spending his night with Amber. If people thought they made a better couple. If anyone even asked about you.

"Babe, I'm really tired...I kind of just want to go back to sleep." You said flatly, pulling his face away with your hand, holding his cheek.

Jamie sighed and slid his hand out of your shirt. "That's okay, love. I'll let you sleep. Sweet dreams." He kissed your forehead before turning away from you and heading off to the bathroom to get ready for bed himself.

Keeping your back to him while laying on your side, you felt a pit in your stomach, and your eyes welling up. You didn't even know exactly why, just that you were thinking of Jamie and Amber and the worst implications your mind could wander to.

-2 days later-

Jamie was finishing up an interview over zoom, as you sat reading a book on the sofa, off to the side. It was a pretty standard interview, regarding his latest film. But then the interviewer, likely having been instructed to get juicy questions answered, began prying about him working with Amber. You glanced over the top of your book, trying not to let Jamie feel your eyes on him.

"You know, Amber and I remain good friends. She's great and we've always gotten along, but we just weren't meant to be together like that. And life goes on, you know, it's all good." He shrugged his arms upward.

You shifted your weight on the sofa, as Jamie finished up with the interviewer on screen. Folding your book and placing it on the cushion beside you, you stood up and walked out. You walked into your bedroom, opening your closet and scanning the hangers. You heard Jamie's footsteps come up behind you.

"You alright?" He leaned against the door frame.

"Fine, why?" You asked, not turning to look at him, as you pulled clothing pieces halfway out to examine, before letting them fall back to their hanging position.

"Well it's just, you seem a little...far away lately." His eyes tilted downward.

You pulled a little black dress off the hanger and turned to walk past him. "I don't know, Jamie. I mean, I'm fine." You walked in front of the mirror, beginning to change into the dress you picked.

"You have plans again tonight?" He asked, his eyes looking you up and down.

"Yeah, going to that new club that just opened with Melissa." You shimmied the tight black dress over your body, smoothing it over your hips.

"Babe, you've gone out the last few nights. Last night you came home absolutely sloshed, I had to carry you up to bed." He moved from the door frame over to the bed behind you, taking a seat. "We both know you're not really a party girl. What's going on?"

"Jamie," you said sharply, turning to face him. "I'm fine." You turned back, walking into the bathroom to finish your makeup.

"I wish you'd talk to me, darling. You know you can talk to me." He said, getting up to follow you.

Walking into the bathroom, he found you leaning against the counter, your arms outstretched to hold yourself up, quietly crying. He came over to you, gently putting his arms around you, guiding you over to sit on the toilet. He kneeled down in front of you, taking your hands in his. You kept your head down.

Jamie caressed your hand with his thumb. "Y/N...what is it? Please, tell me."

You looked up to the ceiling and sniffled. "Is she better than me, did she make you happier?"

Jamie cocked an eyebrow. "I...I don't understand. Who, darling?"

You wiped your cheeks one after the other. "Amber." You let out a whimper. "Just, she seems to be the only person everyone wants to see you with. I'm just...I guess I'm afraid that I can't live up to her." You whimpered again, exhaling a shaky breath. "God, it sounds so stupid saying it out loud, I know...But I can't help but think..."

Jamie tightened his grip on your hands. "Y/N, are you serious? That's what has you upset?" He chuckled. "Babe, fuck. You make me so happy. You make me a better person, and make me want to still be even better. You are...my soulmate, darling." He took a beat. "You know what, you finish getting yourself ready. Let me take you out tonight. Come meet me in the garden in 10 minutes." He smiled, and reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, but you nodded. He stood up and placed a firm kiss on to your forehead before turning and walking out of the bathroom. You took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to the sink. You turned the faucet and splashed some cold water in your face, attempting to cool the inflamed skin that had taken up residence across your cheeks. You weren't sure what Jamie was doing, but he did make you feel a little better at least. You obliged his request, doing your makeup and finalizing your appearance before heading downstairs to meet him.

Rounding the corner, making your way toward the glass doors that lead to the house's back garden, you saw Jamie standing there outside. As you got closer to the threshold, you heard "La Vie En Rose" by Edith Piaf playing over a speaker. Jamie smiled as you stepped outside, and he beckoned you over with his arm. You continued over to him, as he reached to take both your hands in his own. He brought your hands up to place them on his shoulders, before he then lowered his, placing them on either side of your waist. He began to move the two of your side to side, dancing to the song. You smiled and instinctively leaned your head on his chest as you swayed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you, Y/N. I never want you to doubt that." He said sweetly, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too." You replied.

Suddenly, he pulled the two of you apart. You held his gaze for a moment, your head tilting to one side in question. He then took a narrow step backing, lowering himself on to one knee, reaching into his pocket. Your heart rate jumped rapidly as you felt your body tense. Jamie quickly looked toward his pocket, pulling out a small ring box. His eyes came back up to yours, holding out the box in front of him as he opened it to reveal a diamond ring.

"I mean it, Y/N. I never want you to doubt how much I love you. And I want to love you, and only you, forever. Will you marry me?" He said, his eyes glassy with emotion.

Your mouth hung open as your hands flew to your face. After a few seconds of initial shock, you laughed to yourself as you wiped tears away. Your smile was so wide it was hurting your cheeks. You looked down at Jamie, his smile growing as well.

"How long have you had that?" You chuckled.

"About two months." He smirked.

"Oh my god..." Your threw your arms up in awe and shuffled your feet.

"You have yet to answer me, darling." Jamie laughed. "Don't leave me down here."

You looked him in the eye, leaning over to take his face in your hands, as you pulled him up and softly against your lips. You released your lips, and then brought your forehead against his, letting out a gentle sigh with a smile.

"Yes."

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𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂. 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱-𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡︎. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐈 𝐌𝐜𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍 "𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥". 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕.

To let my dreams come true I had to do some things which I wasn't proud of. I left my hometown to start my own carrier and I left my fiancée on the day of our wedding. Sometimes I tought about getting back to Scarsdale but everything just seemed to push me back to Washington. I had rights to stay here, but when I saw today's news I felt like I got shot in my heart like a part of it wasn't alive or beating anymore.

One of my old high school friends got into a car accident and died shortly after being taken away to the hospital. Noah was my best friend, always there if I needed something, and now he was gone. Gosh. It was really hard to believe it. The urge in my nerves only made me feel more nervous by the second and my anxiety just grew and grew until I got up from my couch and went to my hanger where I left my jacket from last night. I went to my kitchen and opened one of the cabinets door, where I had my beers and cigarettes.

After I got everything what I needed, I grabbed my sunglasses with my black cap and left my house locking the door of it. I called the elevator up and I held into the wall with my other hand while keeping my finger at the button. The elevator got up quickly and the doors opened in front of me. I stepped into it and pushed the ground floor's button. When the doors closed I leaned onto the wall of the elevator calling up my manager, Andrew. The phone rang a couple of times before I heard his deep voice.

-Jamie? Where are you? I tought you were staying at the girl tonight!- Andrew shouted into my ear as I clenched my jaw and throwing my head onto the wall as I remembered that I almost kissed a woman yesterday. I need to get off the alcohol I swear to god.

-Andrew I just came out of my apartment. I just need someone to drive me to Scarsdale.- I said sighing as I watched the buttons glow while the elevator left the floors.

-Scarsdale? Did you hit your head again in the wall? You have a concert tonight!- He spoke angrily into the phone.

The elevator stopped at the last floor and the doors opened infront of me, signaling me to leave the elevator which I did. My steps were soundless almost like I was floating in the air.

-No I didn't.... One of my best friends died this morning and I have to get there for the funeral- I said as I headed out to the street looking at my shoes while walking. The air was filled with rains smell. Just as I was about to turn to the French Quarter, tahe rain started pouring and I took my cap down and replaced it with my hood as I slided my hand in my jean pocket and walked to the nearest bus stop.

-Look if you try to do anything without the producer's agreement you gonna have huge prob...- He was cut off by me as I hang up on him. I was tired of always getting told what should I do or not.

So I sat down in the bus stop and opened my beer. I gazed on the quarter, couples arguing or keeping eachother in their arms. I sighed to myself as I took a sip out of the beer. It was cold but also freshing up my body which was freezing because I only had thin jeans on with a jacket. I opened my phone only to check the time. It was an old phone which worked with an antenna and it was small already taped and glued together.

I only kept it because I had a really important message on it from 10 years ago. It was from Y/N. The Y/N I left alone, because I was too young and foolish to be married, to start a family. I only wanted to follow my dreams completely forgetting, that I had a love life and a woman who cared about me. There wasn’t a day I didn't listen to the voicemail, and when it ended I layed in bed staring at my ceiling with teary eyes.

When I looked up I saw the bus coming and I stood up keeping my hands in my pockets until the doors opened infront of me. I bought my ticket and sat down in the back of the bus.

It only took a few moments for the engine to start and I took down my hood brushing my fingers trough my blonde looks as I leaned my head to the window and my eyes focused on the waterdrops on it running down, melting together and going down completely. I took my phone out slowly from my jacket and searched for the voicemail as I put the phone over my ear keeping it there. Soon I heard Y/N's soft voice in my ears and it completely relaxed me.

-Hi Jamie It's me Y/N you probably won't hear this or know about this voicemail but here am I telling my problems into my phone trying to call you. I still don't know why you left me there alone and maybe I never will but I just have to tell something important...something really important- Her soft voice broke as I heard sobbing through the phone.

-I promised myself if you won't call me back I'm never going to search you again. I'm never going to call you again neither will I try to do something about the fact that you left me there hanging on our wedding day like you used to hang up one of those favourite jackets of yours....bye Jamie hope you are doing okay- She spoke into the phone now crying as I took the phone away from my ear to hold it in my shaking hands as tears spilled out of my eyes holding my head with one of my hands.

My dry lips formed a line as I leant onto my seat trying to sleep. I didn't call her back, because when I got the message I was at a bar drinking and holding my head in my hands. I broke her. I knew that she hates me. Maybe a part of me on that day was just looking into the future and not what was infront of me. I still remember that I was sitting infront of my mirror, my dad in the kitchen making breakfast. My mom passed away when I was 10 so I didn't have a very good childhood. I had a brother who tried to call me for a year, but I didn't answer. I knew that he was going to ramble about the fact that I left Y/N and I didn't need that so I just erased everything and everyone from my past life. And how sorry I am for that right now, because here nobody knew my past it was a new chance to change everything and I catched it.

When I woke up I was at the bus station in Scarsdale. I stood up from my seat and walked off the bus. I saw some people I knew but they all turned their heads on me, except for a man. A blonde haired man who was wearing one of my old sweaters. When he turned his head to me his eyes widened and he started to walk towards me. It was my younger brother, Samuel.

-How good to see you ag...- I was cut off because he punched me in my stomach and I fell to my knees holding it.

-What was that for?!- I asked him, my eyes shut.

-You know so well- He said bending to my level. - Welcome back, James- He patted my shoulder and walked off while I was still on the ground, kneeling.

I got off the ground and stood up looking around the small town I grew up. It was still the same, next to the station I spotted Mrs. Valerie's flower shop and I smiled to myself. This was the place where I was spending my afternoon's with mom, because she worked here. I had so many memories here. Next to the flower shop was a cafeteria where me and Y/N met. That day totally changed my life. We were still 15 but something about her made me forget that I saw my mother die and I couldn't do anything. She was perfect. Her smile would brighten up a whole room and her hugs were the most comfortable thing on this whole earth. Sometimes I cried on her shoulder and she would comfort me about the things that I've lived through.

I didn't even notice that I was still standing like a statue so I begun walking towards the flower shop to buy a wreath for Noah's funeral. I walked across the road looking around the town. I didn't have to hide here. I didn't have to wear sunglasses even if it was raining. Everybody knew my name here because my father was the priest, but they never ran on me asking for autographs and selfies. This was my hometown.

When I reached the door of the flower shop I saw a really familiar car in the driveway. I didn't take much of it I just twisted the doorknob and the bell ringed as I went inside the shop. I looked around but I didn't see Mrs. Valerie or anybody at the counter so I waited leaning to the wall.

-Okay Nora, I'm trying to finish the wreath I was working on for Kyra- A soft voice came through the shop and I raised my head up as the woman walked out of the storage where the new flower's where stored.

-Also please could you pick up Lizzy from school?....Thank y...- She looked up from the wreath she was holding in her hands as it fell on the floor.

Y/N was infront of me after 10 years and I couldn't believe my eyes. I was just as much shocked as she was.

-Y/N? Y/N you hear me?- Nora asked her worried because she didn't respond to her questions.

-Nora I will call you back later- She ended the call still staring at me then placed her phone on the counter.

I smiled at her which she responded at with a frown on her face as I walked closer to the counter. She was looking down at her shoes and begin to search for something under the counter.

-Hey Y/N/N- I greeted her placing my hands on the counter waiting for her to stand up.

-What do you want James- She asked as she continued to search.

I was beyond happy that I can see her again. She changed a lot. The woman I saw wasn't the same young girl I decided to leave. Her hair was much longer it fell under her chest. She was wearing a dress and I knew that she hated them. Also she wasn't wearing glasses anymore.

-I came for Noah's funeral- I said as I looked down to my shoes not knowing what should I say -Um I would need a wreath you know- I said as my voice cracked.

-Oh, of course. I have a bunch in the storage could you tell what flowers you want in it?- She asked as she stood up fixing her dress.

-.... What is Kyra's favourite?- I asked staring in her eyes and we held an 5 second eye contact which she broke by looking down.

-Orchid's are her favourite let me grab some.- She said walking to the storage.

I was surprised that I didn't got a punch from her too because as I knew her I would definitely say I would get one. Y/N soon came back with orchid's in her hands which she placed on the counter.

-It's going to take a few minutes so I rather would go to the cafeteria- She said taking tapes and a black paper out of the drawers.

-I would rather talk to you instead- I said and she looked up to me with a confused look on her face.

-Wow the famous country star James Bower want's to talk with me? What a pleasure to get- She said laughing at my behavior.

-You know I never really tought about you that you would get away from me and then come back like nothing happened. Yeah well this is what famous people do.- She said and what I tought that would come did and I got a harsh slap on my left cheek. I deserved it.

-What do you want to talk about? Hm?- She asked now calmly tying the flowers together.

I stared at her little hands fidgeting with the tape to tie a bow around the flowers as she grabbed an ink pen and lifted her head up.

-What do you want me to write on it- She asked looking at my now probably bright red cheek as she sighed.

-Look I know I haven't been a really good person through these years and I really miss to be here and I also miss you and I miss everything what we had I just fucking don't know why I left, maybe because we were too young and now I regret that I left you. All I ask from you is that I want to start everything again. I want to fall in love with you again because you are the woman I want and maybe this sounds hilarious and I sound like I'm a 7 year old begging to his mother to buy him the toy he wants but...- I was completely rambling about everything that came to my mind until I was cut off by her.

-James. Hey stop your making nonsense of words. Look I really don't know what has gotten into you but I'm here to tell you that it's not going to work out. I have a dau...- She was cut off by the bell's ring and a cute girl's voice.

-Hi mom!- She greeted Y/N and my eyes lingered on the little girl.

She had long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had freckles on her face and a birthmark on her left cheek. I was thinking at first that maybe Y/N is married and has a child from the man, but when I saw the birthmark on her cheek I knew that the important thing that Y/N tried to tell me was standing in front of me calling for her mother.

-Hi sweetie how was school?- Y/N placed down the wreath and walked out behind the counter. She bended to her level kissing her forehead and the little girl chuckled, holding her mothers hands in hers.

-Nothing just the usual you know- She laughed then looked at me. I was nervous and I didn't know what to say.

-Hi James- Nora spoke holding a baby and one was next to her hugging her legs.

-Nora- I nodded my head.

-Hey I know you! You are the guy mama listens to. I heard some of your music. Don't take it as an offense but I don't like them- She said smiling at me and I looked at Y/N with a giggle on my face.

-Well um you know sometimes I just turn on the radio and yeah.- She said looking away holding the back of her neck.

-Mhm Okay. Well thanks for telling me this ma'am. I'm Jamie one of mom's old friends- I took my hand out and she reached out for it shaking.

-Elizabeth but you can call me Lizzy- She spoke and I bended down to her level and smiled.

-You have a beautiful name- I said as I stared into her eyes. Her pupils dilated and I chuckled. -Tell me Lizzy, how old are you?- I asked looking at Y/N who was completely in awe. I didn't know what was playing in her head but I was sure that she liked the way I speak to Lizzy.

-Well my baby teeth's fell out way slower then the other kids ones, but I'm 9- She said smiling

I felt my cheeks warm up as I stood up and looked at Y/N who stared at Lizzy and who stared at me.

-Okay well um what about Nora takes you to the cafeteria to have some biscuits and a tea hm?- Y/N asked looking at Nora who nodded simply, but Lizzy just stood in her place.

-I will just have a soup I don't want to eat sweets before dinner- She spoke looking at Y/N who smiled at her.

-Well it was nice to meet you, Jamie hope I will see you soon- She said and walked out of the shop while weaving at Y/N.

Soon as they left, I leaned into the counter and stared at Y/N who was beyond shocked about what happened.

-She is 9- I said moving away from the counter and walking to her.

She started to back away but she hit her back in the wall and let out a whimper.

-What does that mean? You think that she is yours? What if I adopted her?- She closed her eyes as her hands found their way in her hair.

-No but the birthmark on her left cheek says otherwise you know. I'm not stupid Y/N and it would be stupid from you if you kept lying in my face.- I spoke calmly taking her hands in mines.

I saw that her muscles relaxed a bit at my touch, so I rubbed her knuckles a little bit and she let out a sigh. Tears spilled out of her eyes as I stared at her beautiful face.

-I just didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know that if you wanted a child. I didn't know if I was enough good for you.- She said between little gasps.

This was the moment I was waiting for again, so I took my hands off her arms and wrapped them around her waist as I pulled her closer. She leant on my shoulder, crying while I rubbed her back.

-It's okay...I'm here now- I whispered in her ear and held her closer. -I'm here for you two you know that I love you- I rubbed her head as she completely melted into my shoulder.

-I know- She whispered in my shoulder and I let out a giggle.

My hands went to her thighs as I picked her up, carrying her to the counter, sitting her on the it.

-You okay now?- I asked rubbing her thigh as she nodded wiping her nose.

-I'm sorry I slapped you- She said making me chuckle. I felt the warmth in my body spreading while I let our foreheads touch and she placed her little hands on my cheeks.

-It's okay darling, I deserved it.- I spoke as she let out laugh

Maybe at the end everyone deserves a second chance.

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