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

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

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

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

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

Which made the preacher all that more confusing to you. 

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s good,” you mumbled. 

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

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

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

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

“Only the best,” he told you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Likes me?” you echoed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

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

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

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

“Why?” you asked. “Is it me?” 

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh,” your mother said. “What about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is that?” you asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And that’s you?” you sniffled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Jamie asked. "What's wrong?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How much time is that?” you asked. 

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

“Yes,” you said. “It does.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what else?” 

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

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

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

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

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

More jamie x reader x joseph content please. I'm literally drooling and growling at your fic about them. God even these stupid fucking emojis can't describe what I'm going through rn >:|

Pairing: Jamie Campbell bower x Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: This is a sequel to stressed but you can read this without having read that. basically, you are at the fan expo Canada instead of Grace Van Dien, and Jamie and joe want to replicate what happened last time.

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex( female receiving), bit of fingering, and...anal

A/n: This is loooong but trust me it's worth it. Also disclaimer, I wrote the first part half-drunk(dignitosamente brilla) so beware. Yes, this is a 3 months old request and no, I do not care God, I wanna go to sleep.

Having fun

"Hi" you whispered awkwardly as you arrived backstage. You'd had a problem with the car and now you were late. Everyone was waiting for you, ready to announce the beginning of the panel. You were mortified and angry at yourself as you stood there in front of Joe, Jamie, and Finn, expecting them to be mad or at least annoyed for making them wait, but to your surprise, you were met with the complete opposite reaction. "Hi y/n" Finn greeted you with a smile, immediately going in for a hug. You felt relieved, suddenly feeling able to breathe normally again. "Hi darling" Jaime said, placing a hand on your back, taking you by surprise. "Hi sweetheart" Joe's low voice made you turn your attention to him as you were politely smiling at Jamie. Joe was leaning back on the wall, looking at you with a slight smirk. All this worrying about being late and you had forgotten about what you really needed to be stressed about. You could feel the ability to breathe normally disappear again. "We were worried" Jamie said in a low voice. "Yeah y/n, we were really missing you"Joe added We. You knew what the sentence meant grammatically, but you couldn't help but see another sense to it. You knew what we, really meant. It had been a while since you had seen Jamie and Joseph, and well... your last encounter hadn't been exactly the most usual. It wasn't every day you got fucked by both your cast mates. You had no idea how they were gonna handle the situation. Maybe they wanted to pretend that nothing happened, maybe they had forgotten about it, or maybe they didn't even think of it as much. You had no clue, and so you decided to just follow the direction they were going in. "I-I'm sorry I'm late" you cleared your throat" I had a problem with the car" you explained shyly. "Oh it's fine" Finn said reassuringly. "all that matters is that you're here now" Joe said, stepping closer to you. "Yes, that's right" Jaime agreed, stroking your back with his thumb. "Mh-mh" Joe smiled as he brought his hand up to caress your cheek. Oh fuck, you thought just as you heard your names getting called on stage.

For the first time in your life, you were relieved to be interviewed. As much as you hated being the center of attention and having people looking at you expectedly every single time they asked a question, and as much as you hated the weight on your chest when you looked at the audience, as they waited for you to say the most extraordinary thing they ever heard in their life. It was all much better than the alternative. All it took was one second of being in the same room with  Jamie and Joe, and you had already forgotten how a normal human being acts.  And as if that wasn't enough, your original plan had failed miserably. You wanted to see how they were gonna act so you could have just followed their lead. But, since that stupid car decided to arrive late, you now had no idea how they wanted to handle the situation. The greeting had been very weird, to say the least. But the problem was that you didn't know if they were flirting with you, making fun of you, or if that was just the way they had always acted, and you were just now noticing it.  You were feeling nauseous and at the same time, you wanted to cry. You had spent the past week angry at yourself for having made such a stupid decision. At the moment it felt like a good thing they were both so hot and you hadn't really thought about the consequences. For all you knew, that was the last time you were gonna see each other. But as it turns out, your plan wasn't so foolproof since you were part of the same TV show,  that was still on air. You wished you could be chill about this, and not be bothered by it, you really really wished you could just chuckle thinking about what had happened, but that wasn't you. What was you, was panicking just at the thought of having both of them sitting beside you, one on each side. God, it was like they were doing it on purpose. "princess" a faint whisper startled you. You widened your eyes and turned your head to the right, finding in front of you Joe with an amused look on his face, his lips twisted up in a thin grin. "She asked you a question" he whispered, holding the mic far from him. "oh" you said mortified "I-I'm sorry" you smiled, trying to salvage the situation "W-what was the question?" you turned towards the interviewer. "oh don't worry" she waved her hand to emphasize her words, "I asked you about the recent press tour you went on in Brazil. How was the country and how was it being left alone with these two?" she asked, nodding towards Jamie and Joe. You have got to be fucking kidding me. You were certain your cheeks were the same color as what the flames of hell probably look like. You swallowed nervously as you kept your eyes on her, desperately trying not to make eye contact with the men beside you. It was like you could feel the smirks on their faces. "I-I" you cleared your throat. just be professional y/n, and pretend for a second that nothing happened. It really isn't that hard. you smiled nervously"Well, Brazil was amazing, really, and so were the people there. And you know, Jamie and Joseph are-are great, so... yeah, everything was good" you finally did it. "Just good?" Joe asked, a wide grin on his face. You were gonna kill him. "Yeah, from what I remember, you seemed to think it was more than just good" Jamie added, with the same expression as the other fucker. Oh please, not him too. You gulped, trying to at least look like you were breathing normally. "I-I, N-no you are right." you gave in, trying to make them stop. "It was actually really good" you said, staring at your shoes. "That's better" Joe whispered to you. Making an involuntary familiar feeling pool in your lower belly. Oh, you were so fucked.

"Guys, I gotta go, it was really fun though. We should hang out more often." Finn said, standing up. Oh no, your life jacket was escaping. You were sat on some couches in a room backstage. After the panel had finished you had decided to stay together a bit more and obviously you had found yourself sandwiched between guess who? You guessed. them. And that hadn't been that much of a problem because Finn was there, but it wasn't looking so good now. "Already? We see each other so little" you asked Finn, trying to persuade him to stay "I know, I'm sorry, but I really gotta go" he said with a sad smile. You smiled anyway, you didn't want to push it and make him feel guilty or anything. "It's nothing Finn, it was really nice seeing you"  "You too" he hugged you before leaving. Now the fun started, and by fun, I mean absolute panic. The room fell silent the moment the door closed. "I-I should probably go" you said. "But sweetheart" Joe placed a hand on your back "we just got here" You swallowed thickly. "I know,b-but I'm tired" "you are not avoiding us, are you y/n?" Jamie asked, amusement clear in his voice. "N-no, I just didn't sleep a lot last night" "Darling" Jamie put a hand on your thigh "You seem tense" "I-I" you stuttered "Just like last time" Joe murmured, making you shiver. "You know... We'd be happy to help you again" Jamie continued. "More than happy"  Joe said leaning closer to you, so close you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. Your brain had melted, just like the rest of your body. You were hearing a distinct buzzing in your brain, and suspected that was all that remained in your cranium. It was all so confusing and strange at the same time. You needed air. "Guys," you said faintly "y/n" answered joe "I need to go" You said decisively, looking at them. They were both still grinning, which made you mad, hadn't they heard you? It wasn't gonna work this time. It was just too much. "y/n" said Jamie, caressing your thigh. "No" you stated "I'm sorry but this is wrong ok? I'm not saying that I didn't like it last time, because I really did, but I just can't do it. I'm not cool or calm or any of that shit. I've been panicking all day because I had no idea how to act, and it was so tiring and I don't wanna do it again. I'm sorry but I can't do it. I can't have casual sex with people I know I'm gonna see every day for 6 months starting in 2 weeks. I'm simply not made for it."You caught your breath"So no, I'm sorry but no. I'm going." You stood up and walked away, proud of yourself for having finally gotten it all out. You didn't know what this meant but you were just happy to have done what you knew was the right thing.

You were laying on your bed in your pajamas, watching Gilmore girls on the computer, when you heard a knock at the hotel room door. You were expecting this, it wasn't a surprise. What actually was surprising was that on the other side of the door was only one of the people you expected to see. "Hi" said Joe with a genuine smile. "Hi" you answered There was an awkward silence as you tried to understand what to do. "can I come in?" he asked, making you raise an eyebrow in suspicion. "I'll behave, I promise" he raised his hands in defense. "All right" you said, opening the door for him. You pretended not to notice how he checked you out as you sat down. His eyes traveling slowly from your bare legs, covered only by some very short shorts up to your bra-free tits, hidden only by a little pink tank top he very much wanted to rip off of you. "So" you sat on the bed"Why are you here?" He set beside you, making the bed squeak "I wanted to talk to you" You smiled "please do, then" He reciprocated your smile as he started "Ok. I'm really sorry we made you feel uncomfortable y/n. And I hope you know that it was not our intention at all. Really. And if we knew that it would have made you feel this way we would have never proposed it in the first place. So I just wanted to apologize, that's all" You hummed, taking it all in "Why isn't Jamie here?" you asked, genuinely curious. He smiled "We didn't want to put too much pressure on you. So we thought that only one of us should have come here first, and the second would join in later." he explained "that's smart" "The other thing that we wanted to say is that" he cleared his throat "It doesn't have to be weird. we could keep doing what we did last time without making it a big deal. Just see it as occasionally having fun, in an adult way, and outside of that, we can just act as we have always done around each other. It would be easy don't you think?" he asked. You frowned "I-I don't know Joe, I mean it's not as easy for you as it is for me. You saw me today during the interview, I looked crazy" "you did not. and" he shrugged "that was partially our fault, we were taunting you " "But it's not just that,y-you have this effect on me. It's weird" He chuckled "And what exactly do you think you do to us?" he licked his lips "You know, it's very hard to concentrate on an interview when you look at me with those eyes and bounce those pretty legs or smile so innocently" he confessed, making your heart flutter. "Ok" you said "So if I wanted to do this, we could just be normal around each other in everyday situations and you guys will stop taunting me, right?" you waited for him to confirm "Absolutely" "And it would just be us having fun?" "Yes, sweetheart" he grinned, putting a hand on your bare thigh. "And could we have fun now?" you whispered "It's solely up to you princess" he said, leaning closer. There wasn't much thinking to do having his face a few centimeters far from your face. After all, It was a good plan and you really, really wanted to kiss him. So you did. You gently placed your lips on his, closing your eyes and starting to slowly melt into the kiss. You put one of your hands on his strong chest and the other one at the base of his neck, toying with his hair. You smiled, breaking the kiss. "You liked that?" he asked, gently moving some of your hair behind your ear. "Mh. Mh" you hummed, making him smile. "Good" he said, leaning in to kiss you again, this time his tongue slipping through your lips, and exploring your mouth. "And you liked this?" he asked "Yes Joe, I really liked that" "good" he said again, leaving a quick kiss on your lips again. "Tell me what you like"  You swallowed nervously "I-I don't know" he kissed your neck, making you whimper "Tell me what you liked last time then" "I-I liked everything Joe,it was amazing"  He smiled as he was sucking your neck "I know it was amazing princess, I just want to know what you liked" You bit your lip nervously and he came back up to look at you. "C'mon y/n, I know you can do it" he said, before kissing you briefly and returning back to work on your neck. "O-Ok," you said, your breathing ragged "I-I liked when you-" you didn't know how to say it. "Well, you know" "No, I don't. I wanna hear you say it baby" "I liked when you-When you licked me there" you explained "I'm gonna need you to be more specific sweetheart" "Joe, please" "y/n please" "When you licked my pussy" you whispered, making him groan. "Good girl" he said, his hand traveling down to your panties, only to toy with the hem of them. "Please Joe" you pleaded "Please what baby?" "please touch me" "I can't" he said, retrieving his hand and making you frown "not until Jamie gets here" "That's mean" "it's only right" he kissed you "but that doesn't mean we can't do other things in the meantime" he stroked your cheek with his thumb. you smile curiously "like what?" he kissed you again "well" he looked at you "you could let me undress you" the idea intrigued you "Would you like that?" "hm-hm" you nodded "I need you to use your words baby" "Yes, Joe, I would really like that" you said, earning a proud smile from him. "very good" he said, kissing you one last time before kneeling in front of you and putting his hand on the hem of your shorts. "raise your hips princess" he ordered, and you eagerly obeyed, finding yourself completely naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds. He hissed at the view, his eyes fixated on your pussy. He couldn't control himself as he bent down and left three spread kisses on it, making you moan faintly. "I thought you weren't supposed to touch me"  "Well, Jamie doesn't need to know about everything, does he?" he looked at you as he came back up to sit on the bed. "No, he doesn't" you agreed, making him bite his lower lip "God, you are perfect sweetheart" he said, before kissing you again, this time his tongue exploring your whole mouth. he leaned away eyeing your shirt. "You don't wanna take that off?" you asked, making him chuckle "Oh trust me, there's nothing I want more on this planet than to do that, sweetheart" he said, placing his hand on each side of your torso, making you shiver, and bringing his hands up to meet the shirt. He gripped it and agonizingly slowly took it off, leaving you completely vulnerable. You had never seen him smile so widely in your entire life. "You are a masterpiece y/n y/l/n" he said, gently touching your boobs "I hope you know that" You smiled giddily at the compliment as you heard a knock at the door. You gasped softly, but before you could say anything Joe spoke "I think you should get that". you smiled shyly as you stood up, feeling Joe's eyes glued to your ass. You took a deep breath and very slowly, opened the door. The look on Jamie's face was the perfect mixture of shocked, pleased, and horny. "Now, This, is the way I like to be greeted" he joked, making you smile, before coming into the room and closing the door behind him. You walked towards the bed as he followed you. "So I understand you like our plan?" he said, placing his hands on your waist. "I do," you said gently "Very good," Jamie stated, looking for one second at Joe before crushing his lips with yours. His hands explored your whole back as he walked you toward the bed. He pushed you on it, making you notice how Joe had gotten up. "What were you watching?" You turned to see Joe with your computer in his hands, looking curiously at you. "Gilmore girls" "Figures" he smiled to himself. You would have gotten mad at him at another moment but you were feeling particularly frustrated right now. "C-can you touch me now, please?" you begged to no one in particular. Jamie raised an eyebrow at Joe "You were really able to stop yourself?" he asked incredulously. "I know" he eyed your body "Trust me, it wasn't easy," he said, winking furtively at you. You whined, trying to make them bring back their attention to you, and like clockwork, both of the men turned towards you. "Of course darling, today is only about you" he said, spreading open your legs. You bit your lip as he bent down and kissed your clit. "So pretty" he murmured, kissing it again "such a pretty pussy for such a pretty girl" he whispered again, before licking a stripe between your folds. You whimpered as you shut your eyes closed. "And soo desperate" he smirked before attacking your clit with his mouth, sucking and liking like it was his life long-duty. "oh god" you moaned, as he continued undaunted. "tastes good doesn't it?" Joe asked, his eyes never leaving yours. "better than anything I ever tasted"Jamie responded, looking straight at you. A wave of pleasure cursed through you at the scene. You moaned loudly as you started grinding on Jamie's face. "And sound soo good too" Joe said, as he took off his clothes. You turned your head towards him as he got out of his shirt and as he slowly unbuckled his belt, clearly wanting to put on a show for you. You moaned again as he slipped his pants off, remaining only in his boxers. A very visible tent, prominent under them. He smirked as he stepped closer to you, kneeling down on the side of the bed. "Such pretty sounds" he whispered against your cheek. "From such a pretty mouth" he continued before meeting his lips with yours. His tongue immediately made its way into your mouth as his right hand found your cheek and his other one your boobs, starting to gently grope them. You moaned into his mouth as he pinched your nipple, making him chuckle. "So sensitive" he whispered against your mouth before starting to work on your neck, leaving hot opened-mouth kisses all over it, just to finally start focusing on a spot under your ear, sucking and kissing it desperately. You were a moaning mess, between his hands on your tits, his mouth on your neck, and Jamie's work of art you were surprised you had not already lost your voice from how hard you were moaning. And just when you thought it couldn't have gotten any better you felt Jamie's fingers at the entrance of your hole. "Jamie" you whispered "Yes, darling?"  "please" "Please what?" he kissed your clit, making you cry out "Please use your fingers" He smiled against your pussy "At your orders" he purred before sloooowly pushing his digits in. "Oh god" you screamed "God has nothing to do with this" Joe murmured to your ear, before going down and taking your nipple into his mouth. You were either gonna die or ascend to another dimension. You felt a bubble form in your lower belly as Jamie started to work his fingers in and out of you, while his mouth resumed its impeccable work. "I-I'm coming" you stuttered, expecting Joe to object like last time, but were surprised when you actually heard him say "Please do princess, let us see you come undone baby", and who were you to deny him of his wish? You let go as the bubble burst in your belly, making you shout incoherently as thousands of little fireworks went off inside of you. "Oh shit" you smiled blissfully, as you caught your breath, making them both grin widely. "so it was good huh?" Jamie asked, making you roll your eyes. "it was amazing" you sighed "That's better" Joe smiled before kissing you passionately. "So" Jamie stated, as Joe leaned away and you propped yourself up on your hands. "Who do you want inside you, sweetheart?" Joe continued for him. You blushed, which was stupid considering the situation, but you couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed being asked it so bluntly. "I-I" you stuttered "It's just a question baby" Jamie said, sweetly. "I-I don't know" you said  "There are no wrong answers princess" Joe murmured, stroking your cheek. "I-I know it's just-" you bit your lip "Just what darling?" "I-I want both of you. I can't decide" You said shily. A thin grin appeared on their lips. "well..." Jamie started, sitting on the bed with a hand on your thigh "You know, there is a way we could do that" "You mean like last time?" you asked innocently. "not exactly" said Joe, looking at Jamie for a brief moment before turning back to you. "Oh" you frowned "then how?" Joe looked at you hungrily, biting his lip. "Well, we could use both of your pretty holes" he murmured sultrily. You gulped. This was new. You had never done that before and definitely not like this. "We'll be gentle" Jamie interrupted your train of thought. "really really gentle y/n" Joe followed. "you wouldn't have to worry about a thing" Jamie added. "We'll take care of you princess" said Joe. You bit your inner cheek as you pondered the proposal. You would be lying if you said it didn't attract you, imagining both of them in you at the same time... heaven. You looked between them, both staring at you hopefully before speaking up "you'll go slow?" "of course" Jamie reassured you. you took a deep breath "ok" you exhaled "I wanna do it" They looked at each other with the same faces children have when they enter a candy shop, it was almost cute. "You won't regret it sweetheart" Joe said, grinning widely, making you smile shily. Jamie took all his clothes on in a matter of seconds as Joe took off his boxers. His cock springing out of them. making you instantly rethink your decision. how was all that gonna fit? "I'll go slow princess, I promise" he said, noticing the shift in your expression. You nodded, as Jamie laid down on the bed beside you. You turned towards him and were met with an adoring look. "Come here" he said sweetly before kissing you hungrily, his hands immediately finding your hips and guiding you on top of him, without ever breaking the kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you felt him positioning his length at your entrance. "you ready darling?" he made sure. You nodded eagerly, and he didn't waste any time, pushing his tip in and slowly raising his hips until he had bottomed out completely. "Feels good?" he asked "Amazing" you sighed, as you bent down to kiss him. Your hips involuntarily starting to move on their own accord. It felt soooo good already, and you wondered how it was gonna feel with Joe too. Just as you did, you felt him getting beside you. You swallowed nervously as his tip touched your other entrance. You heard him spit on what was probably his hand and then another time directly between your cheeks, making you gasp. "Relax princess" he purred as he used his fingers to spread his spit all over your hole. "O-ok" you stuttered, as you stopped moving on Jamie's cock. "It's gonna feel good baby" Jamie assured you. "mh-mh" you nodded, as joe positioned himself. "It's gonna hurt a bit now, but it'll be worth it" Joe said, taking a moment before veeery slowly starting to tear you apart. You hissed at the feeling. he wasn't kidding about the pain, you thought as he continued to push himself into you. "Good" he murmured "You are doing so good princess" he said as he kept going. You felt a single tear stream down your face, and Jamie immediately went to wipe it off "You're doing great darling" he said sweetly. "J-joe" You cried out "I know baby" he cooed, using one of his hands to stroke your back reassuringly "You almost did it" "and..." he finally pushed himself fully into you, making you gasp as his balls hit your ass "there" he said proudly "You did it sweetheart" You bit your lip, as you took in the feeling of having both of them so deep inside of you at the same time. "Can I move?" he asked gently. you turned to look at him, a smile appeared on your face, as you nodded at him, making him groan with enthusiasm. You chuckled at his reaction, but were soon interrupted by an animalistic moan you let out as he thrusted into you. It was like nothing you ever felt before. it still hurted a bit, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure you were feeling.  "oh f-fuck" you cried out as he did it again. and just as you were starting to get used to it, without any warning, Jamie started moving too. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as they both pounded into you more and more fast. You were completely filled, and unable to say or do anything. it was like you had fallen into some kind of ecstasy-provoked trance. "Shit, you feel so fucking good y/n" Joe groaned  "You really do" Jamie agreed as he gripped your hips to thrust into you even harder. You cried out his name as he smirked smugly. "It's so tight" Joe whispered, putting a hand on your back to gain more traction, making you literally scream. You were completely useless, a doll at their mercy, unable to even move. If heaven was a real thing, this was probably what it felt like. "You're perfect y/n" Jamie purred, as you kept bouncing up and down or left and right. You had no idea at this point, you just knew it felt absolutely incredible. "So fucking beautiful" Joe groaned "taking us so well" Jamie complimented you "So.fucking.hot" Joe continued, as he kept his pace. Their words together with this feeling were really pushing you over the edge. "I-I" you wined, not able to form a coherent sentence "You're coming?" Jamie asked gently, his breath ragged. "Mh-mh" you hummed weakly "fuck" Joe swallowed "fucking cum princess" he painted "cum all over us" "Yes darling,please do" Jamie continued. "I.I" you failed again, as a familiar pressure formed itself in your belly. "cum y/n" Joe commanded "do it baby" Jamie whispered, sending you over the edge. You screamed their names as your orgasm hit you so strongly that everything went black for a moment. "F-fuck" you heard Joe stutter "Imma fill you up sweetheart" he breathed out, as you were still riding out your orgasm. "me too darling" Jamie said, "gonna fill this pretty pussy with my cum" he said, just seconds before, with a loud grunt they both came, one just a few seconds after the other, making you moan loudly at the undescribable feeling. Everybody remained still as you all tried to calm your breathing. Joe chuckled lightly as he pulled out of you, making you involuntarily laugh a bit too, as you pulled yourself off of Jamie, who was also smiling widely. "Well" said joe "Well" Jamie continued, as you all looked at each other amused. "I'm glad we made this work" you finally spoke. "So are we"  "Definitely"

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.”

Play Pretend

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

Master List

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/n), I-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Joseph!”

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

Number 2

Interviews | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: pda?

summary: Jamie talks about you in interviews

“Hi, everyone we are here with Stranger things’ Jamie Campbell Bower who plays Vecna in Season 4 which just came out on May 27 on Netflix, how are you Jamie?” The interview said, looking over at him now. He smiled and said “I’m good, I’m good, I’m happy to be here, I’m glad everyone’s enjoying the show, how about you?”

“I’m glad to hear it, I’m good as well. So, you played a very scary character and reportedly had to spend lots of time in the makeup chair and that deep, scary voice was all your own. What was it like preparing for the role and playing this kind of character and figuring out the voice?” She asked and Jamie chuckled.

He sighed and said “it definitely was a bit stressful, but my wife helped a lot-” “wife?” The interviewer asked and Jamie’s eyes widened. He put his hand over his mouth, obviously having not meant to say that.

The interviewer laughed and he said “oh my- yes, yes my wife. God, I am a dead man when she gets here” “she’s coming” the interviewer asked and he sighed, shaking his head. “Yea, yea she’s uhm…she’s in the cast actually, she plays C/N”

“Oh my- Y/N Y/L/N is your wife?” The interviewer asked and Jamie blushed a little, thinking about you. He smiled and nodded. “actually, it’s Y/N bower, but yes she is my wife. We’ve been together a while, but never announced our marriage, did you do your homework?” He joked and the interviewer chuckled.

“Wow, well I already know you two are an amazing couple, you’re a very lucky man and she’s a very lucky woman. Anyways, back to the question, what was it like preparing for the role and playing this kind of character and figuring out the voice? You were talking about how y/n helped you…” she said and Jamie chuckled softly.

He nodded and said “yes, yes, she made sure I didn’t go too crazy preparing and would help me memorize my lines, and also visited me on set a lot and made it a bit easier with the long and stressful days of shooting. The voice took time to figure out, but it wasn’t too hard” “that’s good to hear. In addition, fans would like to know…” she continued, but stopped once she realized his eyes were on you as you had just arrived and she shook her head.

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“Hey…” he said as you two finally caught up to each other on the carpet. You kissed his cheek and said “I heard you let it slip that we’re married” “I’m sorry” he said and you chuckled. You rubbed his back slightly and said “it’s okay, babe. We’ve kept the secret for a while anyways, now I can finally kiss your sexy face in public”

He blushed and looked away, chuckling. You smiled too, laughing a little with him. He pulled you in for a hug and you smiled, burying your head into his chest. He kissed your head and then realized you two were still posing for pictures and gasped.

“Baby, oh god there are still lots of cameras on us” he said and you chuckled, pulling away. He smoothed your hair back down for you and you looked at the camera men who were going insane at all the pda they just caught of you two.

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“So, I heard you and a fellow cast member are married?” An interviewer on the Stranger things Brazil tour asked and Jamie blushed, thinking about you. He nodded and said “yes, yes we are”

“How long?” He asked and Jamie bit his lip softly, twisting the wedding ring around his finger. He sighed and said “well we’ve been together nearly 7 years now but we’ve only been married since 2019. We actually got married on Halloween, oh god it was lovely. We just ran down to the courthouse and got married and had the little ceremony and stuff about a week later. She looked absolutely beautiful, I mean seriously, that woman is a goddess, I’m telling you. She’s just- she’s perfect, and I’ve been dying to see her since the press tour started, we’ve haven’t had much time together and I feel like I just can’t function without her”

“My god, you’re obsessed” Joe said and Jamie blushed, covering his face as he realized how much he just said. The interviewer laughed and said “well at least we know it’s a happy marriage! Anyways…”

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He saw you waiting in line for coffee from across the airport and smiled. He took a picture of you and sent it to you, with a message “look at this cute girl I just saw in the airport”. He saw you open it and your eyes widened, looking around. You recognized who he was immediately even with the disguise.

He smiled and walked over to you, quite fast, and picked you up in a tight hug as soon as you got to him. He kissed your head a million times and you giggled, wrapping your arms around him too. He sighed softly and pulled away enough to look at you.

He kissed you softly and you pulled away fast, burying your head in his chest. He smiled, chuckling. “Miss me?” He asked and you nodded. You giggled and said “I heard you missed me more. Joe told me you wouldn’t stop rambling about me in interviews” “shut up it’s not my fault I'm really freaking in love with you” he said and buried his head into your hair.

You laughed and said “it’s okay. If it makes you feel any better I did the same. I missed you too much!” “We are disgusting” he said, referring to how much pda you two showed all the time. You chuckled and said “so be it,” and kissed his soft lips.

As of now I’m writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

Chapter 1: Icebreaker

Jamie x female!reader fanfic

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

A quiet groan. I can hear it from two seats away from where I’m sitting. It’s almost been a month since I started this painting class where I saw it opened two blocks away from my apartment a month ago. I thought it was a perfect way to ignite my old artistic passion again. Lucky for me, it's a budget studio class, which means I don't have to break my savings just to fill up some of my free time. I work at a local bookstore and currently renting a small apartment. I'm doing good, but not amazing while living as an independent girl in this town.

I hear another sigh coming from him. Jamie first came into class around the second week I started here. I remember it was a slow day in class. I was wondering if I should even be here in the first place until I heard footsteps coming in. The way he walked in with his tussled blonde hair and iridescent eyes captured my attention immediately. Ever since then, he never missed a class. I decided to stick around after all.

“Jamie…Jamie… What did I say?” Mr. Hayes, our art teacher stops behind him as Jamie is struggling with his work. “Always check the proportions. Sorry,” he says in a low tone voice. Subtle English accent. Disgruntled look is forming on his face as he tries fixing his painting with more acrylic. Mr. Hayes pats on his back with approval and goes along to check his other students.

He's not really the worst in class. I’ve seen his work, he did a lot of good paintings except that he hates small details and proportional work.

Should I help him more? I mean, we barely talk in class aside from the occasional “Hey,” from time to time. In fact, he barely talks to anyone in here.

He shoots up a look to me.

Shit.

I didn’t realize that I’ve been staring at him for a while.

“Y/n, you’re doing great just don’t forget to clean up your finishing touches this time,” Mr. Hayes distracted my train of thoughts. “I will. Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” I give him a quick nod. I've had such a great experience so far with Mr. Hayes. He'll find a way to make one-on-one teaching lessons feel so personal to you. He's also very patient with all of us considering most of his students came in with zero prior art knowledge. I think that’s why Jamie has improved so much in just a short period of time.

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The morning is still early when the class ended and I'm now on a hunt for some caffeine to keep my day going. The café is just a five minutes walk down the road. It's called the Aroma Mocha. Since it's an hour away until my shift starts at the bookstore, I decide to have a brisk walk under the cool weather, taking it all in.

As I walk in, there are already five people in line ahead of me at the counter. I wait in line as I soak in the café’s inviting atmosphere. I see a few people inside with their quiet talks to each other. Another middle aged woman reading her book while sipping on a hot coffee. A dark haired teenage girl in the slightly hidden corner with headphones on while sipping on her cold drink in hand. I can't tell what it is but it makes me crave for an iced latte. In another corner, there's a tired college student staring straight into his laptop screen with the fast click-clacking sound of his hands on the keyboard. Just the right amount of calm and busy here, topped off with the aroma of freshly grinded up coffee beans filling up the air. It’s just such a nice morning to start. I've been observing everyone that I haven't noticed anyone getting in line behind me until…

“Y/n, right?”

I turn around and met with a tall lanky figure, silver rings on his fingers, blonde hair framing his cheekbones perfectly in the dim lights of the café.

“Oh yes. And you’re Jamie!”

He smiles. “Yep. Fancy meeting you outside the class.”

“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”

“Not at all. Pleased, really,” his eyes twinkles.

I don’t see the disgruntled, contorted face he always makes when painting in frustrations. He seems… sweet.

“Next!” The barista calls out to me.

“One iced latte, please…” I turn to Jamie. “…and whatever he’s having.”

“Coffee. Black,” he leans forward to respond. His subtle breath warm on my neck. “Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” I return his smile.

I’ve wanted to approach him so many times in class and chickened out. Crazy to think that this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

Our drinks were done at the counter after a few minutes. I grab both and hands his coffee. He takes it, fingers brush against mine.

“I’ll see you again, soon?”

“Yeah. See you again, y/n.”

He smiles and raises the cup of coffee thanking me again. I nod and quickly turns my face towards the floor hiding the warmth that's rising to my cheeks. With one last wave, I walk towards the door to leave.

“Wait!”

A surge of relief going through my body. Somehow I was hoping it wouldn't just end there.

“Do you have time to sit with me?” he asks.

I hold my wrist up and check the time on my watch. My shift is not starting until 40 minutes anyways. How long can it be to sit and talk with Jamie?

“If that’s okay,” a little hint of pleading in his voice.

“Yes, of course."

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We sit across each other at a table near the big window. His long legs brush against mine from time to time. Now that I'm actually closer to him than before, I can see his blue eyes sparkling even brighter under the sunlight streaming through the window pane. He's a little quiet at first. His fingers knotted with each other around his warm cup of coffee. It's almost as if he's wondering what to talk about. Eventually, he tries to ask me more about myself. Trying to set aside the sudden surprise of actually sitting with a new person on my day, I let myself cool down and let the conversations flow on their own. His eyes wide, yet soft as he looks at me attentively every time I tell him little things about myself. I just thought it was just out of politeness but I notice that he's actually listening to me when he chuckles and nods along to my stories. It's like every word that came out of my mouth hung around the air and he's just absorbing them all in.

"You know it's very interesting to finally hear all about the teacher's favourite in class," a teasing tone in his voice.

“Oh, stop. But you know, I've wanted to talk to you in class for a while as well."

“Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” he smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.

My heart does a somersault. He noticed that?

“Oh… I uh,” my cheeks starting to feel a little warm.

He winks.

“So what brings you to the class anyway,” my attempt at changing the subject.

“Oh, umm…” Jamie purses his lips as if he's thinking about the question itself.

"I wanted to try something new in this town. I just moved here and happened to walk by the studio and… well here I am."

“I see. I’m guessing you came all the way here from…”

“London. Yes. The accent, I know,” he laughs. Hand brushing through his beautiful locks.

“I just needed a change. What about you?”

“Oh I’ve lived here for a while. Two years now. Trying to prove to my parents that I can be independent, you know?” I tell him, quickly brushing the question off.

He nods. “You’re working?”

“Yeah. Do you know Bookworm Shack? It’s a block away from here. In fact, I should be getting into my shift in like 15 minutes now.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen it. Come on, I’ll drive you,” drinking the last bit of his coffee before he gets up.

I didn’t have time to process it. I haven’t sat in a car alone with a man for so long. Not since-

“You’re coming?” his head tilts towards me and scanning my eyes, hoping for a hint of agreement to his plan.

“I guess, there's no harm in that. Thank you."

“The least I could do for that coffee,” he gives a friendly punch to my upper arm and grinning ear to ear. Every bit of his face lights up when he does it. It feels nice to see him in a more cheerful mood than usual.

I'm not one to know much about cars. Truthfully, all cars look the same to me. If anyone would name a model of a car, no image would pop in my head at all. However, I am able to tell when a car is luxurious and expensive. Jamie's car is exactly that. At least better than the one I drove back in my hometown. It was an old car that my dad gave me after he finally saved up enough for a new one for his own. It was a little beat up but I loved it just the same. It didn't have the leg rooms as I have right now sitting in Jamie's car though. I know it wasn't the best car but it took me where I needed to and it was comfortable enough for me. Looking up at Jamie from the passenger's seat makes me feel a little shy. What do you do when someone told you to make yourself comfortable? Do they actually mean it or do they just want to be polite? Maybe I'll just play it safe and tuck my feet together and not mess with anything in here.

"Relax. The leather seat is not gonna bite you," he snickers after noticing me shifting carefully in my seat.

"Yeah, but you might," quickly giving him the same retort energy.

"Wow. Hurtful. Although, you'll never know. Hope you already got your rabid shot."

His face stays on the road but his eyes peering sideways towards me while smirking at his own joke. A giggle start escaping from my mouth and he finally lets out a big heartful laugh I've ever heard from him.

I feel myself being a lot more relaxed in my seat after that. We continue our conversations along the ride but it was cut short when Jamie pulls over in front of the bookstore. A little disappointment in my heart when I realized that I have to say goodbye to him now.

As I’m getting out of the car, he asks, “What time your shift ends?”

“6 pm. Why?” I respond back through the passenger’s seat window.

“Sounds like a good time for dinner. I’ll pick you up,” he winks again and drives away.

“Wait, I-“ Oh there’s no use. He’s gone.

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Chapter 2

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hard working.

disclaimer: in this story, peter is allowed to leave the lab.

description: peter is always busy working at the lab that you don't even realize he's being hurt there.

ages: peter is twenty. you are nineteen.

warnings: angst, talk of abuse

i sigh, looking out the window as i drop the book from my hands. the rain taps gentle, soft sounds dripping down the glass as i let my every thought consume me, feeling more vulnerable by the moment.

i'm sitting criscrossed until i curl up into a ball and cry for a little bit. peter is still not home. it's already nine o'clock and i'm starting to get worried. i don't know what happened to me today, but suddenly i'd become sad over the fact my boyfriend wasn't home much anymore.

peter ballard works at hawkins lab, a government facility no one really knows much about. if i'm being honest, i don't even know much about it either. everytime i ask peter about it, he claims its confidential and apart of his contract not to give much information about it out. as i don't have a job yet-- (i'm simply nineteen,)-- i can't understand too much about it, but i've grown to trust peter more than anyone in the entire world, so i believe it without turning back.

but now i'm starting to realize that maybe he doesn't tell me these things because he's not interested in me enough to have me know. at first, he was always around when he wasn't at work. he'd try not to work too many hours in the day to just spend time with me, and i really loved knowing that. he'd be happy to see me when he came home even if he only worked five hours. but now when he gets home the only thing he does is shower and spend thirty more minutes in the bathroom and head to bed. like he's avoiding me.

i groan, not knowing what to do for the rest of the relationship. i don't want to be a burden to him anymore. i don't want him to come home and spend an hour in the bathroom just so he doesn't have to see me. it's not good for him. maybe it's bad that i'm only thinking of him when i realize it's possible we may have to break up, but that's just how it is for me.

i start shaking with tears as i realize i have to break up with him. this time, i don't really care what peter thinks about the breakup because i know he simply won't care, i'm upset about the way i'll feel. i love peter so much, but it's so hard to let him know this when he never speak to me.

i continue crying so much that i don't hear the front door open. i wipe my tears over and over again, crying into my hands when i start hearing his voice.

"y/n?" he questions, walking slowly towards me. i turn back to see him in his white orderly clothes, eyes baggy. i turn back to the window. he can't see me like this. "y/n, what happened, darling?"

my eyebrows are suddenly attracted to each other in confusion. he doesn't really call me that anymore.

"can you hear me?" he asks at the lack of my response.

"what is it, peter?" i ask harshly. he takes a step back at this, but returns to his original spot and sits down, grabbing my face with his hand and turning me to look at him.

"why are you crying?" he kisses at my tears. i can't help but let him see my confusion on my face; he has not shown this affection to me in so long.

"nothing."

"you know you can tell me anything, right, baby?" he cooes, pulling away from my cheek. the pet name gives me goosebumps.

"bullshit, peter." i say rolling my eyes. the smile on his face disappears and is replaced with confusion. "you can't even speak about that when the only things you say to me in a day are 'hi' and 'goodnight.' and you don't even tell me what the hell you do at your stupid job anyway, so don't talk to me about telling you things because you have no room to talk."

peter frowns, tears teasing the brim of his eyes. "you think that?"

"no peter, i just said that because i was bored," i remark sarcastically, almost about to cry again when i see his tears.

"why do you think that? hm?" he asks, grabbing my chin to look up at him. i roll my eyes.

"you're so distant."

"well that's just not true. we sleep in the same bed. that's pretty close."

"i mean mentally! you don't even speak to me, you only spend your time at work, and who knows if you're cheating on me?" i spit.

peter doesn't meet my eyes, hurt at my words. i swallow my own spit as i'd created a lot in my short outburst.

"why," he says shakily, a tear falling from his eyes as he looks back up at me. "why don't you trust me?"

now i can't meet his eyes. "that's not it. i trust you more than anything, i trust you with my life, but... peter, i'm hurt by the way things have been going."

"well you know, all of those things you said about me, they're not true, right? you know they're not true, right, baby?" he asks, choking on his tears as he strokes my cheek.

i fall silent, looking at the floor. peter shakes his head, most likely disgusted by me. i start crying a bit more.

"you don't know that, do you?" he lets his face fall, discarding his hand from my face.

"peter, i don't mean it like that," i cry as he gets up. i grab his arm and pull him back down, but he shoves me off of him.

"don't touch me or i'm breaking up with you." he sort of yells, walking out of the living room.

i almost start crying in defeat, giving up, when i start to randomly remember all of our happy memories. when we first met at the coffee shop. when we went to the beach a few years ago. our first kiss. our first date.

i shake my head, suddenly done crying. i get up and run upstairs to our bedroom, then follow into the bathroom where i find him with his back to me and his shirt off. i gasp, almost about to cry when i look at his back. he turns around, hearing me.

his gaze falls to the floor, almost like he's embarrassed or ashamed. "peter," i say as a tear falls from my eye. i walk over to him and cup his face in my hands. he swallows, not meeting my eyes. i turn him around and stare at his back, which was covered in scratches and a big gash.

"you're not supposed to see that," he admits, throwing his head back in pain as i lightly stroke the cut.

"what happened?' i cry. i lean on his shoulder without touching any bruises, careful not to hurt him.

this breaks him. he starts sobbing like crazy and i just can't do anything about it, which shatters my heart. "it hurts so bad," he gasps for air in between his cries. "i just want it to stop, i just want the pain to stop."

i start crying like crazy now, kissing him all over his jawline and his face to quiet him down, to make him feel safe. he wraps his arms around my waist, crying into my hair.

"i love you, peter. i had no clue," i whisper into his ear. "i love you, i love you, i love you."

"i'm so sorry."

"shush with that, baby. you have nothing to be sorry about. this isn't your fault."

"it is," he pulls away from me, looking down at me with his icy blue gaze.

"what?"

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i sigh into peter's chest as we lay on the bed together. i nuzzle my head closer to him and he groans at the force.

"do you want me to tell you now?" he asks. i nod my head with no words, just wanting to listen to his voice.

he sighs. "the lab i work at tests on children. these children are special. but this simply can not be sugar coated. these children suffer from domestic abuse, just as i do."

i look up at him, feeling sad for him. he continues, "i need to help these children get out of there. one in particular, she would get killed if she doesn't escape soon. they figured out i'm helping her, and they hurt me, just as they normally did."

"quit that job peter," i say shakily. "maybe," he says, stroking my hair. "i just need to get that kid out of there."

i feel so safe in his arms that i start to drift asleep, and right before i do, i feel a kiss on my forehead. "i love you." peter says before resting his chin on my head.

Ok, who is taking Jamie Campbell Bower requests?

When Art the Clown lights Vecna up

I think it’d be an epic battle if they met, actually

He's in a silly goofy mood 🤭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He made you pray to him again, but this time was different. He kissed down your body, undressing you as he went, and his long, slender fingers caught in your panties once he had ridded you of your dress. “I’ve done bad things, lamb,” he whispered, shaking his head lightly. “Terrible things.” 

“Like what?” you asked softly. “Tell me, my God.” 

Jamie’s baby blues lifted to look at you, and he pressed a kiss to your cunt, still covered by the thin fabric. You had long since soaked them through, and Jamie worked them down your thighs as he whispered, “I’ve lied to people. I’ve been so dishonest. I act like I’m so holy, so much better than everyone else, but I’m not.”

“But you are,” you said quickly. 

“But I’m not,” he insisted. “I’m just like everyone else, but still I act like I’m better just because I found God. Everyone in the church found God, that’s why they’re there. How does that make me different or special?” 

“It makes you different,” you started. “Because you had lost God, and you found Him again. And you help lead people to God, like me. You led me to you.”

Jamie kissed your cunt again, and he settled his mouth over you and licked hard into you. You had gasped and grabbed at his hair, and Jamie had smiled into you and tasted you again. “On my knees for you,” he whispered. “Worshipping you, just the way I should. If I’m your God, you’re mine.” 

You had cried out both of his names as he tasted you and licked into you, his strong hands grabbing your hips and keeping his mouth right on you, even when your poor, overstimulated nerves tried to push him away. You whined and whimpered and tugged his hair, but he didn’t stop until you were gushing into his mouth, coating his tongue with your juices, and he drank down everything you gave him with a lewd smacking of his lips. “Goddamn it,” he whispered. “Goddamn you.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Just so you can save me again?”

“Exactly... When do you leave for university again?” 

“Friday afternoon,” you said glumly, and Jamie frowned as he helped you redress. 

“Not if I have anything to do with it.” 

You woke up on Friday morning to the ringing of the doorbell of your parents’ house, and you groaned and buried your head under the pillows. You heard your father lumber up out of bed and cross the house to answer the door, and you peeked from the pillow to see the time. 8 o’clock, on the dot. Who the fuck…? 

“Oh,” you heard your father say when the front door creaked open. “Father James.”

You were awake in an instant, jumping out of bed and grabbing a t-shirt to pull over your bra and panties. As you rushed to find something in your already-packed luggage, you heard Jamie speaking, his low voice rumbling. 

“I’m sorry to disturb you this early in the day,” Jamie said. “I was only hoping to see you before your daughter left this afternoon.” 

“Me?” your father asked. “Why?” 

“May I come in?” Jamie asked, and there was silence before the door shut heavily. You heard the thudding click of Jamie’s boots on the hardwood floor, and you could imagine him worrying his hat in his hands as he spoke. “Sir, I know that I only know your daughter from a certain distance—”

“I’d say a much closer distance than you’d be willing to admit,” your father interjected. “You did sleep with her on Wednesday after the service, didn’t you?”

“Erm, yes, I did,” Jamie said. “I’ll admit to that, as shameful as it is. I’ve been praying about it ever since, praying for God’s forgiveness for the sin I committed. I only hope he does forgive me, because… Well, sir, I came here to ask for your permission for your daughter’s hand.” 

“Excuse me?” your father spat.

“I intend to marry her,” Jamie said. “And I thought it the proper thing to do to ask your permission before I did.” 

“So, you’ll fuck her, but marrying her is where you take the proper route?” your father asked. You finally found a suitable shirt and ran out of your bedroom as you tugged it on, and you skidded into the living room to see Jamie and your father, same height, standing nearly nose to nose. Jamie did hold his hat in his hands, the same black wide-billed number that he had worn on Wednesday, his hair perfectly messy, wearing his usual black with the collar done up to his throat. 

“Dad,” you said quickly. “Jamie.” 

“Hi there, lamb,” Jamie said softly. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, and he added, “I guess you heard that, didn’t you?” 

“I-I didn’t think you were serious,” you said. “When-When you told me that you wanted to marry me. I thought that was… Heat of the moment type stuff.” 

“And perhaps it still is,” Jamie said. “But I never want this moment to end. I want you as my wife.” 

“We all want lots of things in life, buddy,” your dad said pointedly, and Jamie raised his eyes from you to him. “But I draw the line here. You are not marrying her, not after knowing her for less than a week and taking advantage of her like that.” 

“Dad, gosh!” you exclaimed. “He didn’t do that, I’m an adult, I wanted it as much as he did! And anyway, it isn’t your decision to make. Jamie, I think it’s lovely that you asked my dad for permission, but I-I would have accepted, even if you hadn’t.” 

“Really?” Jamie asked. He looked hopeful, his eyes wide and his eyebrows drawn up, and his pink lips stretched into a smile. “Little lamb…”

You went to him and wrapped yourself in his arms, and you touched your forehead against his as your hand lightly touched his cheek. He needed a shave, the faintest stubble appearing on his face, but he was still beautiful, still your handsome god. “Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Jamie.” 

“Good,” Jamie said softly. His eyes flicked down for a moment to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and he said, “You can come live with me.”

“And what about her degree?” your father asked. “She is not abandoning her education to get married to some lowlife—”

“Dad,” you snapped. “I’ll figure it out. But if that means that I drop out…” You shrugged and turned back to Jamie, and even the sight of him made you smile. “So be it.” 

By the time noon rolled around, you were back in Jamie’s home— your home. You knew that there were a million logistical things to parse through soon, especially since break was ending on Sunday and classes started back; you would have to move out of your apartment and come to Jamie, drop out of school to live with him, but you could deal with all of that later. For now, Jamie had you in his arms, worshipping you with kisses. “My beautiful girl,” he whispered as his mouth pressed over your bare breast, letting his tongue lave over your nipple. You bit your lip to hold in your moan, and Jamie’s hands fell onto your waist. “My beautiful wife. I’ll give you a good life, I swear I will.” 

“I don’t need that,” you told him. “Any life with you is perfect.” 

Jamie was quiet for a moment, and he suddenly moved away from you, standing up from the bed. His shirt was undone, hanging open to expose his toned chest and dangling silver cross chain, his pants unbuckled; he looked especially debauched, and you loved it. “I need to show you something,” he said as he moved around the small room, obviously searching for something specific. Finally, on a busy, cluttered shelf, he found a small book, and he moved back to the bed, book in hand. 

“These are pictures from back when I was…” Jamie started, and he shook his head. “I need you to know the man you’re marrying, even if I’m no longer that man.” 

You sat up. This was obviously important to Jamie, and you watched as he opened the book to show photograph after photograph. Some were better quality than others, taken with a shaky hand, and you gently touched the corner of the first photograph. It featured Jamie prominently, a microphone in hand and sweat dripping from his hair. He was shirtless, wearing tight black jeans, and he was bent over as he sang. 

“This was during that period in my life when I eschewed God,” Jamie explained. “I was in a rock band, and I acted like it too. I was rude to people, selfish, I lied about everything, I… I was behaving quite badly, if we’re honest.” 

He flipped the page to the next picture, and you saw another photograph of Jamie performing. This time, he wore a guitar over his body, still shirtless, still screaming into the microphone, but this time, you could glance at someone in the background, partially hidden behind a guitar. “Who’s that?” you asked. 

“My brother, Sam,” Jamie said. “He’s still on that path. We’ve fought about this so much, about how I found the church and he hasn’t. He says I’m trying to convert him, or that I’m not genuine in my faith, but I just want what’s best for him.” 

“Oh,” you mumbled. You pressed your cheek into his shoulder and frowned, and you added, “I don’t like this, J.” 

“I don’t either,” Jamie said. “I hate you knowing exactly what I’ve done. But you deserve the whole truth— no more lying.” 

“Not telling me about a past that you’re ashamed of isn’t lying,” you told him. “Even if it is, I forgive you.” 

“Darling, listen to me,” Jamie said, abandoning the scrapbook and turning to you. He took your arms into his hands, holding you firmly, and his beautiful eyes went hard and serious. “You deserve to know everything I’ve done. You deserve that, as my wife. You deserve me being honest with you.” 

“I don’t deserve anything,” you whimpered. “Jamie, my dear God, you can tell me anything you want, but if you don’t want to tell me something, you don’t have to.” 

“God…” Jamie whispered. “I love you.” 

“And I love you,” you told him. “Totally unconditionally.” Your hands clutched at his shirt as you drew him into a kiss, and Jamie’s hands abandoned your arms to wrap around you as he kissed you back. He nibbled your lips as you fell backwards onto the bed, and you smoothed your hands down his chest to fiddle with his belt. 

“Oh, yeah?” Jamie chuckled. “You really need me bad like that?”

“Yes,” you whined. “God, please.” 

Jamie kissed you again, deep and fervent, and he said, “Worship me, little lamb. Show me how much you love me.” 

Without question or hesitation, you moved to kiss Jamie’s cheek and the little brown freckle that laid in the middle of his pale skin. You kissed from his cheek to his ear, and you pressed your lips to the small gold hoop he wore in his ear before trailing kisses down his rough, stubbly chin. Your kisses then landed on his neck, and you sucked his thin skin between your teeth hard enough for Jamie to make a soft moan. “Good girl,” he whispered, his hands lingering on your hips, and you moved your lips from his neck down to his prominent collarbones, tasting his skin and sighing softly. 

You shuffled to reach his chest, pushing his shirt aside and off his shoulders, and you gawked at the tattoos on his arms. Obviously, Jamie saw what you were looking at, because the muscles in his arms flexed, and he whispered, “You like them?” 

“Yeah,” you told him, stretching out his arm and kissing down to the inside of his elbow. “Really pretty…” 

“You can tell me that you think they’re hot,” Jamie laughed. “You don’t have to call them pretty.”

“But I don’t want to make you think I’m only here for the sex,” you told him. “I love you, and I worship you, and you’re so much more to me than just a man. You’re my God, Jamie. I revere you, I want to pray to you, there’s nobody and nothing more powerful than you. You are Him, and nobody can compare.” 

“Your God has done bad things,” Jamie said, and you kissed back up to his shoulder. “Terrible things.” 

“And I forgive you,” you told him. Your kisses came down his chest and your lips lingered over his nipples for a moment before you bit the rosy pink nubs. Jamie smiled and patted down your hair, and you moved your mouth down to the ink on his stomach. You let your lips touch at his undone trousers, and you lifted your eyes to find him watching you. His blue eyes were intense on you, and you whispered, “God?” 

“You don’t think you’re done, do you?” Jamie asked. “Keep going.” 

Quickly, your hands grabbed at his hips and dragged him closer, and you took down his trousers and pants to expose his soft cock. The sight of him made you gasp, and you pressed forward, nuzzling your cheek against his cock. He smelled so good, and you whimpered as you dug your fingernails into his ass. “God,” you sniffled, and you felt the hot prick of tears touch at your eyes. You loved him so much, revered him and worshipped him so much, and Jamie’s hands touched your head. “I love you.”

“Good, good,” Jamie whispered. “You’re doing so well, worshipping me so good. I’ll fuck you, if you want.”

“Yeah?” you asked, kissing the head of his cock and smiling when his cock flexed for a moment. “I think I’d rather just worship you instead. How can I come to know my God if I don’t worship you?”

“You’re going to kill me,” Jamie whispered fondly. “But I’ll die a sweet death with you.”

can y’all imagine peter with a size kink. like he would slowly sink in y/n and she gasp at the fact that he’s too big and say “i-i can’t! you’re too..big” but he would whisper in her ear “shh, you can take me. you’re doing so well. just a little bit more” and once he’s fully in and she’s gotten comfortable with his size, he’s full on ruining her. his animalistic thrusts making them both even more desperate. “such a good girl. always taking my cock so well.” as he repeatedly hit her g-spot sending her over the edge and fucking her over and over.

one of my first fics, Glowing and Growing, was a request where reader is pregnant with her and Jamie's first child and insecure about her pregnancy weight gain/body. someone mentioned back then that there should be another part where she goes into labor. so…here’s that I guess, kind of lol. really no mention of body issues, just a sweet piece about a growing family. :')

***also!! I've never gone through labor myself, but I do know for a first time mom, it definitely doesn't usually go this quick! this fast as fuck early labor to birth pipeline is just for dramatic effect lol.

Warnings: pregnancy obviously, description of labor and delivery, a few swears.

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Walking the red carpet for an award show at 9 months pregnant sounded a lot easier from the comfort of your own couch when the invitation came in. Jamie was nominated for best villain after being in Stranger Things, and you insisted that you both attend in person. Not only could it possibly be your last event as just a couple, rather than parents, you were also just so proud of him. You wanted to see him win that award in real time with him.

You both stood in front of the step-and-repeat, bulbs flashing in your face, people calling your names. Jamie had his arm around you, draped around your waist. Your right hand rested gently on your belly.

“You doing alright, love?” Jamie asked, looking to you.

You nodded. “So far so good…I really need to pee though.” You both laughed.

Carrying on down the carpet, you happily stood next to Jamie as he did quick interviews for various outlets. They asked about if he think he’ll win, what he has coming up for roles, his music. And of course, mention was made of you and the baby, asking how excited you both were.

The ceremony went on smoothly. Billie Eilish performed, which you were looking forward to. About halfway through the show, you started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Nothing hurt, but you just kept needing to shift in your seat, stretching your back a little. Jamie was quick to pick up on your discomfort, leaning over to you while the host started speaking on stage again.

“Everything okay, love?” He spoke quietly in your ear.

“Yeah, yeah…I think I’m fine. My back just hurts a little is all.” You stretched your stomach forward, arching your back and placing your hands behind you in an attempt to relieve some pressure.

“Do you want to leave? Should we head home?” He asked, placing a hand on your knee.

You shook your head no quickly, putting your hand on his. “No, no I promise I’m fine! This night is all about you, baby.” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Okay…just, if you want to go back home at any point, please tell me. We can leave if you need to.”

You nodded before you both turned your heads back to the stage up front. Towards the end of the ceremony, Jamie’s category came up. They ran through the nominees and their respective roles, pulling a camera up on him as they said his name.

“And the winner is…” the presenter unfolded the envelope in his hands. “Jamie Campbell Bower!”

The crowd erupted in applause. You turned to Jamie, your jaw agape, your hormones making the happy tears come much easier than they maybe would have before. You both stood up, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. Your hand rested on the back of his head as you whispered repeatedly that you loved him and were so proud of him. With a quick kiss, he turned to head down to the stage.

“Uh, wow. Okay. You know…this award isn’t just for me. I really think this was a colossal effort between the whole cast and crew- Matt and Ross Duffer, Barry Gower, Duncan Jarman, the special effects team, and the whole cast. I mean, they really created Vecna. I just showed up.” Laughs peppered the crowd. “But really, thank you so, so much to all the fans who watched the show and welcomed me to this community. I am so grateful for each and every one of you. I can’t be up here or do what I do without you and your support, so thank you. All of you. Thank you.” He held up his arm in a wave as the crowd cheered as he left the stage with the presenters.

After some time, Jamie made his way back to his seat next to you. You hugged and kissed again before he sat down, gushing about how proud you were of him.

When the night finally came to a close, he helped you out of your chair, and you walked arm and arm toward the exit. He held the door for you as you got into your hired car to take you home. Throughout the ride, you found yourself growing more uncomfortable, now a pressure enveloping your lower abdomen. Each bump during the ride caused an involuntary wince from you.

“Is your back still hurting, love?” Jamie asked, caressing your thigh.

“It’s getting worse, I think. It feels like there's just pressure wrapping around from my back to my stomach.” You adjusted yourself in your seat.

“Oh, darling…do you think we should maybe call the doctor?” He asked, putting his hand on your belly, rubbing it softly.

“No, no. I wouldn’t want to bother him if it’s nothing. I think when we get home, I want to just get in the bath for a bit and then go to bed.”

After arriving home, Jamie helped you out of your shoes and gown, going to draw a bath for you as you took your makeup off in your bedroom. You waddled into the bathroom as Jamie turned off the water and dunked a hand in to test the temperature. You removed your bra and panties, Jamie helping you step into the tub before you sank down into the water.

“This is already helping, thank you baby.” You smiled; your eyes closed as the rested against the porcelain.

Jamie sat with you as you relaxed in the bath. He held your hand, lovingly caressing it with his thumb. You didn’t necessarily want the bath to clean yourself, as you had showered before the awards. It was just the only think you could think of that may help your discomfort. You stayed in the bath for maybe 45 minutes until the water started to get too cold. Jamie helped you up and out of the tub, wrapping your robe around you for you to head into the bedroom to get in some comfy pajamas. You both got into bed, with it now being well past midnight. You were exhausted, and while you still weren’t feeling 100%, you were able to fall asleep relatively quickly.

-

A sharp, tight pain that engulfed your lower abdomen pulled you out of your slumber. You curled up on your side as your body tensed, breathing deeply, trying to focus on anything but the pain. After a moment, it began to subside. You quickly sat up and turned over to Jamie, still asleep, shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

“Jamie…Jamie, baby, wake up.”

He slowly opened his eyes, confusion briefly taking over his sleep filled eyes before seeing your face.

“Jamie…I...think I’m in labor.” You couldn’t help but let a small laugh out involuntarily, in shock the time had finally come.

“W-what? You…Okay, okay…shit. Okay.” He shot up, now fully alert, looking all around trying to make sense of this to himself.

“Honey.” You placed a hand on his chest. “We have time. He’s not coming right this second. But I just had a full-on contraction. I think we need to get ready. Is the bag packed?” You asked glancing over to a small diaper bag on the corner chair.

-

“Hmmm....mmmph….hmmm…” You hummed softly to yourself in monotone, rocking back and forth on your yoga ball, with your legs wide and head down and eyes closed; your hands planted firmly on your knees, pushing your shoulders up to your ears.

Jamie kneeled behind you, his hands lightly on your hips helping you rock, quietly shh-ing as you focused on getting through this one. His heart ached; he hated seeing you in pain. He knew this would all end with your son coming into the world, but he just wished he could take the pain from you. It had now been a couple hours of worsening on and off contractions, waiting until they were close enough to head to the hospital.

“You’re doing great, my love. You should be almost out of this one.” He glanced at his phone, checking the contraction timing app he had downloaded.

You exhaled harshly through a rounded mouth as you finally felt the relief of the contraction ending. You fell back slightly into Jamie’s body, rolling your head back on his shoulder.

“How many minutes apart are we at?” You asked, getting your breathing back to normal.

“Six minutes now.” Jamie kissed your temple. “You’re doing so well baby, you’re amazing.”

“Oooh, I hate this.” You chuckle, bringing your hand up to hang around his bicep. “This boy is already grounded forever for putting me through this.”

Jamie laughed with you. “Well, we’ll see how you feel when you’re holding him soon.” He kissed your cheek.

You went to stand up, just wanting to stretch your legs and walk for a minute. As you took a step toward the kitchen, a splashing sound came from the wooden floor under you. Looking down, a small pool of fluid gathered at your feet, running down your legs. Your biker shorts were soaked. You knew your water had just broke. Stunned, you whipped around to Jamie, equally as stunned, staring down at the puddle.

“Oh fuck.” You gasped, looking back down.

“Was that…” Jamie started to say.

“Yep, yes it was.” You replied, knowing he was about to ask if that was your water breaking too.

“Shit, okay. Okay. Uh…” He stood up, frazzled once again. “I uh…keys…fuck, fuck-” He looked around frantically, a hand running through his hair in an attempt to self-soothe.

“Babe. Babe. Look at me.” You approached him, taking his face in your hands. “I need you to be cool, okay? I need you here for me. I can’t do this without you. You’ve been so good so far. Take a breath with me.” You and him both inhaled deeply before exhaling together. “We got this.” You smiled as he nodded.

“Why don’t I go put the baby bag in the car, and text your mum to see if she can come meet us at the hospital. I’ll take care of the clean up, too.” He gestured his head toward your puddle on the floor.

“Thank you, baby. I’m just going to throw on some new pants.” You chuckled, carefully waddling towards the bedroom.

Once you had changed into some dry sweatpants, you headed back out to the living room. Walking down the hall, the most intense contraction yet came on strong and suddenly. You exclaimed in pain as you stopped and fell into the wall, your legs giving out in shock. Jamie came running when he heard you cry out. Sliding his arm around you, he led you over to the yoga ball again, helping you lower yourself, as you leaned back into him. You squeezed both his hands that rested on your thighs. His chin was perched on your shoulder, as he cooed and breathed with you through your contraction.

“Mmmph...hmmmph...Jamie, it... mmmph, it huuuurts...” You whimpered, tears stinging your eyes. You moaned in pain, squeezing his hands tighter, squirming and rocking your hips in a futile attempt to just feel some sort of relief.

“I know, my love, I know. You’re okay, breathe, darling.” He whispered, his gut wrenching at the sight of you in so much pain.

Once the contraction began to taper off, you breathed heavily against Jamie as he gently peppered kissed on your neck, whispering encouraging words.

“Hospital." You panted

Jamie helped you stand up and assisted you out the door with his arm around you. In the car on the way to the hospital, contractions were coming rapidly. You asked to roll the window down out of fear that you may be sick from the pain. Jamie tried his best to speed without causing an accident, luckily it was still in the wee hours and there wasn't much company on the road. His free hand never released yours, not even noticing how brutal your grip was on his with each new wave.

-

The nurses got you into a gown and into a bed, hooking you up to the necessary machines and an IV. Jamie came rushing in from parking the car, panting, with a bead of sweat on his forehead from running as fast as he could to be there for you. The doctor came in to check you, surprised to see that you were already dilated ten centimeters and 100% effaced. The good news, baby would be here soon! The bad news…there likely wasn’t enough time for an epidural to take effect before he came. Your birth plan had started with the idea to do it without medication, but with the option that if the pain got to be too much, you wouldn’t deny yourself the relief, that's what it was there for after all. But now you had no choice.

“Nonononono, I-I-I don’t think I can do this. Jamie- ah!“ You began to say, being cut through by another contraction. You thrashed to one side, facing Jamie, sounds you didn’t even think you were capable of making escaping your mouth as it sank into the pillow.

Jamie stroked your dampened hair, caressing the back of your tense hand with his thumb as you fought through it. “You can do this, love. I’m here with you, shhh.”

After a few more brutal contractions, you began to feel the overwhelming urge to push. You alerted your nurses and doctors of this feeling, and the doctor came to check you.

“Okay, my dear, I think it’s show time. Let’s have ourselves a baby!” Your doctor smiled up at you and Jamie.

You were so exhausted and weak, you heard the words but they didn’t register with you. All you could think about was the burning pressure in your pelvis, and doing whatever they told you to bring it to an end. As the nurses swelled around the room, the doctor instructed you to push downward, hard, from your core as soon as you felt the next contraction come. You nodded, taking deep breaths. Jamie placed an anxious kiss to the top of your head.

You felt the tightening, all consuming ache coming on, whimpering as you dreaded the next part. The doctor instructed you to push with encouragement. You took a deep breath in, squeezing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth as you pushed down with all your might as the doctor counted down from 10. The burning and pressure were brutal, you grunted and yelled as you pushed. You sat forward slightly, bearing down into the bed. Jamie held your hand and cradled his other arm around your upper back, helping you sit forward. As the doctor reached the number one, you released the breath you were holding with force, falling back against the upright hospital bed, gasping and whimpering.

“Another push, sweetheart. Stay in it. Push push push push.” The doctor called out.

You took a few preparation breaths before repeating the same action. Jamie was so attentive. He was in absolute awe of you, of your strength.

“You’re doing so good, darling. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed your clammy temple.

After a few more contractions worth of pushing, the doctor said he thought this next one would be the last, you were so close. You lay against the pillow, whimpering, sweaty, exhausted. You looked to Jamie, he was near tears himself, absolutely terrified but so in love with you. He held up a cup of water with a straw for you to take a sip from.

“One more, darling. One more push and he’s here.” He smiled, pulling the straw away, placing the cup on the table next to him. “You can do this.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, as another one came on. Everyone around you chanted for you to push and cheered you on. Jamie squeezed your hand back as you gripped his. In a wave of energy, you let out a wail as you pushed your hardest. Suddenly, the burning stopped, and time stood still for just a moment. It felt like everything went silent until you heard the beautiful, angelic cry of your son. The world slowly filled in around you as the doctor lifted your baby up, placing him on your bare chest. Your arms instinctively flew up to cradle him against you, as you started crying into his soft, damp skin.

“Oh my god, oh my god…” You repeated, not believing you had just done that. "H-hi little one. Hello baby." You cried softly.

Jamie immediately bent over you, taking his now bigger family in his arms. He kissed you repeatedly, you feeling the tears falling off his face. The three of you cried together.

“I love you so much, darling. I love you.” Jamie said, muffled against your neck.

-

After the doctor walked Jamie through cutting the umbilical cord, the nurses whisked your son off to get cleaned up and his vitals taken. Jamie stood over watching them, enamored with his child. You looked over, your heart so full.

Once everyone was all cleaned up and you were now recovering, you found yourself desperately in need to sleep. You made Jamie promise to wake you up in an hour, but he was going to let you get as much rest as you could after that. When you finally woke a few hours later, it was dark, and the room was empty aside from you, Jamie, and the baby. You opened your eyes to see Jamie sitting in the chair across from you, staring lovingly at your child swaddled in his arms. He heard you stir as you sat up and looked over to you.

“Hey.” He whispered with a smile.

“Hi.” You whispered back, beaming at the sight of Jamie holding your son.

“I’m a dad.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

You snorted. “You are. And I have a feeling you’re going to be an amazing one.” You smiled.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Play Pretend (2)

An: I was thinking about a mini series? What do you think? Anything you’d love to see? Angst, fluff, whatever? I can suggest smut but I’m not huge on writing it. Anyways if you enjoy and want more please reblog comment and let me know 💜

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Part 1

Months passed before you gave in to Joseph and agreed to lunch. It's not that you didn't want to see him, but with how your life was going, it was easier to lie through a text message. You didn't want him to know for the past few months you'd been out partying and drowning any emotion you had with alcohol and any pain relievers you could get your hands on.

Joseph had asked if it was ok that Jamie came to lunch, and for a brief second, you were upset, and then you were excited to see him. You looked fabulous and could easily convince him you were doing fine without him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss Jamie's company, but there was no chance in hell that you would be the one to reach out.

When you round the corner, it's not hard to spot your dorky friends sitting around a table outside the restaurant. Jamie looked like a rockstar out of place, and Joseph looked like he was going to a photoshoot.

You quietly sneak up behind Joseph, giving Jamie the universal sign to be quiet by putting your finger to your lips. You abruptly grab Joseph's shoulders and yell, "Boo!"

Joseph spills his water on his lap, which causes Jamie to clap his hands together and laugh. "She got you."

You bend down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaving a slobbery kiss on his cheek. "Hello, darling, did you miss me?" You pull one of the chairs out and sit next to Joseph. You hand him a few paper towels. "We can't take you anywhere without you making a mess."

He glares and continues cleaning up his pants. "I didn't think you'd be so cheerful considering how drunk you were last night." He laughs, "Babbling on about your new lover."

Your mouth drops. "I told you about that?" You look around the table searching for water, your mouth feels dry, and you can feel hangover anxiety reaching your throat. You grab Jamie's ice water and take a drink. "Honestly, I'm hungover as shit, and I don't remember much from last night, so disregard anything I said." You say, taking another drink of water and

Jamie grabs his cup back from you. "I've got cooties, you know?" He chuckles at his own joke.

Shrugging, you say, "I've had grosser things of yours in my mouth."

Jamie's face scrunches, and he looks offended by your words. "I'm not gross!"

Joseph covers his mouth, making gagging noises, "That's not an image I wanted in my head."

"Sure you didn't." You wink in his direction.

He groans at your gesture, "I honestly could've done without, sweetheart."

"Are you ready to order?"

Your eyes shoot to the waitress, "I'll take a vodka cranberry and an ice water, please." You hand her your menu, not bothering with the food. You weren't hungry, but you needed something to kill the hangover. The two men watch with concern. "Look, I need you two to put those judgy eyes away. I can't handle any more anxiety today."

"I'll have the number twelve, please."

You find yourself admiring Jamie while he studies the menu. His finger taps his full lips, and he scrunches his nose every time he almost decides something.

His eyes raise to the waitress, "The number six sounds outstanding."

Joseph gently kicks your leg under the table, snapping you back to reality. You shake your head away from Jamie and meet Joseph's gaze, "So," He says, "Tell us about the new guy."

"Thank you." You say to the woman who brings you your drink. "Well, he's an actor. He's charming, funny, and the sex!" You say, emphasizing the last word.

"I don't want to hear about your sex life." Joseph says, "Not with Jamie, strangers, or yourself."

Jamie laughs, "We did have good sex." He teases Joseph.

Smirking, you say, "Maybe good for you." That's right (y/n); keep hitting him where it hurts the most. You give him the sweetest sarcastic smile you can muster up. "Anyhow, his name is Alex Shepard, and we actually haven't had sex. I'm saving the goods for now."

Joseph's brow crinkles, "The Alex Shepard?"

Jamie's body stiffens, and out of the corner of your eye, you see his look of disgust. "Alex is a pig. Do you know how many women have come forward saying he's abusive? You'd think you, of all people, would believe the victims."

"He was never charged, and it was a miss understanding. The two girls took back the claims and even said they were doing it for his money." You roll your eyes and chug the rest of your drink. "I shouldn't be surprised that you would have such a negative attitude about someone I'm dating." You set your glass down roughly. "You had your chance, Jamie. Now fuck off and let me find my person."

Jamie scoffs and pushes his food away, "No, absolutely not! You have no idea who you're dating. This has nothing to do with my feelings (Y/N). This is strictly because I care about you!"

"Guys." Joseph tries to intervene, but it's too late. "Lower your voices."

"You sound like a jealous boy." You taunt.

Jamie tilts his head, slightly annoyed by your assumptions. "Someone needs to look after you! Joseph is too nice to tell you, you make bad choices. Everyone sees it besides you. It's insane!" He yells.

You scoot back in your chair, aggravated by his words. You stand up and throw cash on the table. "It was nice seeing you guys and not at the same time. Seems to be a running theme, so I'm gonna go." You start down the sidewalk, not giving them any time to react. "Don't bother me anymore."

Part 3

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Eddie Munson

“Can I do something insane?” (tw)

Cuddly

Panic Attack

Pancakes

“Yours”

Triple Date

Secret | Secret pt.2

Cats

Shitty Boyfriends

Future

Insecurities

Chilly

“Like what you see?”

Gone (tw)

Family (miniseries)

Touch Starved

Broken (tw)

“I love you”

Tired

Hickeys

His number one supporter

Needy

Take it

Take care of yourself

Joseph Quinn

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Joey, baby

Costume

Dancing in the rain

Interviews

Touch Starved

Hurt (tw)

Bath

It’s not okay (tw)

Jamie Campbell Bower

POV: you’re dating Jamie Campbell Bower and this is your camera roll (Part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom)

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

Bad Boyfriend

Interviews

Recovery (tw)

73 questions

Drunk

Just sex

Beach day

Steve Harrington

Teen dad!Steve Harrington Blurb

His hardworking girl

Shittiest boyfriend ever

Robin Buckley’s Step Sister

dad!steve harrington fluff

Approval

Headache

Robin Buckley

Tall Robin x short girlfriend blurb

Tall y/n x Robin

Sick

😳🤨…

Dr. Buckley

modern!mom!robin buckley x pregnant!reader

band kid!Robin x color guard!y/n

Just checking

Maya Hawke

POV: you’re dating Maya Hawke and this is your camera roll (part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom)

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

Stressed

Cuddles

😳🤨…

Starving

Giggles

Lo’ak

Worthy

Patience

Sensitive

Come back to me

Neteyam

Why do you hate me?

Lonely

Neteyam Smut blurb

No regrets

I like it

Say something

Sebastian Stan

Lovebirds

Te iubesc

Bucky Barnes

Bucky, please

Hard day

CW!Bucky Barnes

Overworked

Chris Evans

In love

Steve Rogers

“I’m scared”

Henry Cavill

Nothing

Henry Cavill Fluff

Chris Sturniolo

Secrets out

You’re drunk