#jamie pretends to be frustrated

[maraudersmyloves]

Ooooo hii!! I was wondering if you could do something fluffy like the reader saying that they love one of the marauders last names and them being witty and replying that if they want it they can have it. idk its something i think about but dunno how to execute. <3

I know this request is quite old but I was looking through them and found this so yeah

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Pairing: bestfriend!James Potter x reader

Warnings: The reader being kind of stupid and oblivious, one use of Y/N

Word count: 580

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

"If you want". :☆｡ﾟ. ───

You groan in frustration causing Remus to force his attention away from Sirius, drawing his eyeliner, and instead to you. Giving you a confused look from his place on the big armchair and James stops massaging your head to look down at you in his lap in concern, "Did I hurt you, love?"

You're too distracted by the thoughts running around in your head. Potter, what a name. It feels like it was written for a book, you once looked up its meaning, someone who makes Pottery, and ended up spending two hours thinking about whether James would make pottery and if yes what kind, what shapes, what colors, how messy?

You would've been going down the same rabbit hole right now if Peter hadn't thrown a pen at you. It hits you right in the stomach causing you to sit up and glare at Peter sitting on the floor and drawing. "What the fuck was that for???"

He grins, "Prongs was asking you a question, airhead!"

Before you can respond James cuts in "Hey! Let's not get mean." He pulls you back in his Lap ignoring Peter mocking him and Sirius snorting out a laugh.

You smile up at him, he is truly beautiful inky curls fall into his face as he looks down at you. His golden glasses frame his hazel eyes. His eyes always remind you of home. Your dream home. Some comfortable cottage near the woods where you would one day settle down with somebody, you don't know who but someone that fits the scene like James would.

"What was your question, potter?" He raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking at you like you just told him you saw a flying pig. "Potter?"

You feel a giddy feeling spread in your body and a few small chuckles leave your mouth while asking, "that is your name, no?"

James starts laughing with you, he doesn't know why he's laughing but he can't help it. He feels ever not laughing along with you would be a crime. He tries to pretend he's pouting over the name but it truly does sound beautiful out of your mouth. He loves it when you say his name.

"It's Jamie to you"

You whine, confusing James even more. Since when did you stop liking that nickname? Is he going to have to settle for James? It doesn't feel as personal, everyone calls him James. The other girls call him Potter and the boys call him Prongs. Only you call him Jamie and he'd quite like to keep hearing it.

"But Potter is such a nice last name, I wish I had that kind of name." You sigh, as you let the name sit on your tongue, Y/N Potter. It really is pretty. It feels fitting like you've just found the last piece of a puzzle you've already given up on under the couch.

James smirks down at you and starts stroking your hair, "Yeah, you like it?"

You hum in agreement, before closing your eyes and letting yourself melt into his lap. The comforting warmth of his fingers when they start massaging your scalp again removing all the tension from your body.

"If you want... you can have it."

"That would be nice. But how? I mean nothing against your parents but I don't want to be adopted. I like my parents already and what other way would there be?"

You hear James chuckle and murmur a small "You'll see."

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[atydblack]

"demure" part 2

best friends dad! james x reader

masterlist (requests open!!!)

PART 1

glad u guys liked part 1 because i can not stop thinking about this version of james .

warnings: age gap, cheating, rough sex (not too much smut in this one tho soz), jamie is kinda a dick, everyone is of age!!!

MDNI

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It had been 3 days.

3 whole days since the night you spent with James and he hadn't spoken one word to you.

In the grand scheme of things, 3 days isn't too long. But when those 3 days are spent longing after someone who is pretending you don't exist it is.

You were frustrated in every sense of the word, and with just over a week until you go back to Hogwarts - you were becoming desperate.

Every one was floating in between the kitchen and living room. It was rare that there was ever a quiet moment at the Potter's which made it even more difficult to find James alone.

You sat with your head resting lightly on Ron's shoulder whilst him and Hermione chatted about something you couldn't even focus on, your mind a million miles away.

Surprisingly, you had barely felt any guilt towards your actions a few nights prior. Every time you felt a bit bad about what you'd done, Ron would piss you off and it all made sense again.

You had even tried to somewhat recreate the incident with Ron, actually trying it on with him every single night but he would just make fun of you or would already be asleep before you'd even had the chance to touch him.

"Y/N?" Ron pushed you off his shoulder. "I said, are you okay?"

"Yeah," you half heartedly smiled. "I'm just gonna grab some water."

"I can get it for you-"

"No, it's fine."

You stood to your feet and wandered through to the kitchen and there he stood.

James was leaning against the kitchen counter, a mirrored image of how he was stood just a few nights ago.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

A white shirt hung from his body as he had just gotten back from his job at the ministry under an hour ago. A half empty glass of red wine sat in his hand as he spoke intently to Remus.

When he noticed you enter, he stopped talking and his jaw tightened.

He had been on your mind 24/7. The way his hands felt on you, the way he spoke softly into your ear, the way he made you feel.

It was constant, you couldn't think of anything other than James.

James broke eye contact after a brief moment. He muttered something inaudible to Remus before quickly walking past you.

James' heavy footsteps echoed through the house as he almost stormed up the stairs.

Remus nodded his head at you. You couldn't tell wether he was indicating for you to follow him or if it was just a simple greeting.

You didn't care either way, you were bored of being ignored.

Turning swiftly, you padded quietly up the stairs after James.

You were unsure of what exactly you were going to say to him, but something was better than nothing.

The house was huge and you weren't exactly sure which room he had gone into.

You decided on his bedroom.

You slowly opened the big oak door before entering quietly.

He wasn't in there, but it still caught your attention.

A strange feeling overwhelmed you as you took in the detail of the room James shared with his wife.

Jealousy? Guilt? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Everything was perfectly clean. On one bedside table sat a picture from their wedding day and the other was a picture of Harry.

Chewing your cheek out of anxiety, you stepped closer to the one of James and Lilly's wedding.

You had always been under the impression that they were so in love, so happy. Yet James had done this.

It almost felt like you had dreamt it all.

The door to the bedroom opened, making you jump.

You turned around to see James stood there with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing?" James grumbled, stepping forward.

"I-I don't know." You muttered, your cheeks growing red.

"You can't do this, Y/N." He demanded, almost like he was telling you off. "I- What happened between us... it can't happen again."

He was frustrated, breathing heavy with his eyebrows furrowed.

You stood there twiddling your thumbs, unsure of what to reply.

"I fucking mean it-" James began pacing back and forth. "Shit, I could get in so much trouble for this, Y/N, you don't understand."

A ball of anger was whirling up inside you uncontrollably at his words.

A little voice inside your head telling you that he used you, he regrets you, he's embarrassed of you.

"You can't just ignore me!" You spat out. "I'm not just someone you can touch like that and then pretend doesn't exist!"

"I don't have a fucking option, Y/N." He came closer to you. "What did you think was going to happen? This can't be anything."

"What did you think was going to happen, James?" You bit back, sick of him talking down to you.

He was taken aback at your words, veins almost popping out of his forehead as he looked as if he was at war with himself.

"Fuck!" He spat, turning his back to you.

You weren't scared of him, he couldn't just use you and act like it never happened.

"You need to stop fucking doing this to me, Y/N." James muttered.

"I-I'm not doing anything!" You expressed, "I just want you to-"

Before you had the chance to finish your sentence, you were pressed up against the wall with his mouth on yours.

It happened all to quickly.

He lifted you up, legs wrapped around him.

James connected his tongue with yours, hands travelling all over you.

"I can't stop fucking thinking about you, Y/N." James muttered against your lips.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into you through his trousers as he pushed himself closer to you.

"Your sweet little moans,"

He pushed your dress up to your waist, hands travelling underneath to your breasts.

"Your tight little pussy,"

You let out a gasp as his cold hands brushed over your nipples.

"You think I haven't always noticed the way you look at me?"

In a swift movement he had you pressed up against the wall, ready to take you from behind. Your dress pushed up to your waist and his trousers around his ankles.

"Not so fucking innocent around you, Y/N?"

You must be dreaming. You must have dreamt this whole thing. There was no way your fantasy was unravelling in front of you.

"Do you want this, baby?"

You nodded with no hesitation.

"Words, kitten."

"Yes, James." You groaned. "I want you."

"Good girl." He muttered as he pushed his cock into you.

You gasped, he was much bigger than you'd ever had before.

It took a second for you to adjust but soon he was thrusting into you.

James couldn't contain himself, fucking you relentlessly as you moaned his name over and over.

"Have you been thinking about this, baby?" James groaned, choking you from behind. "I bet you have."

He was like an animal with stamina you didn't know existed.

"You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You couldn't muster any words in response, just a loud moan harmonising with the clapping of him pounding into you.

It wasn't long before you were riding out your high, another unexplainable feeling he'd given you for the second time.

You tightened around him, only causing him to quicken his pace.

"Fuck-" He choked out as you felt his warm cum between your legs, his thrusts slowing down.

You both stood there attempting to catch your breath.

"No matter how hard I try," James said after a short moment. "I can't get you off of my mind."

"Likewise." You muttered.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice from the hallway. It was Ron.

"Shit." You whispered. "You- You stay here."

You quickly tried to fix your hair, pulling your dress down and trying your hardest to act like you didn't have James cum dripping into your panties.

You walked out to the hallway and smiled at Ron.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Just snooping." You shrugged, grabbing his hand and quickly pulling him back downstairs.

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part 3 will be up tomorrow!

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[benedictscanvas]

Hi! I’m such a huge fan of your Ted Lasso fics! I completely agree that there’s not enough Roy Kent fics out there. I was wondering if I could request a fic where Roy has feelings for the physiotherapist on the team and she has feelings for him too, and he’s all upset after his final game because he won’t be able to see her anymore and he’s worried she’s upset because he undid all her hard work rehabbing his knee, but it’s all sweet and yearning. I know that’s a lot so if it’s not your thing, absolutely no worries!

i've been meaning to get to this one, because i really like it!! and i just want to thank you for ur support because ur user pops up a lot in my notifs and i appreciate you so much <3 also i've made up roy's injury and keeley is with jamie in this ahaha | 2k words (!!), tw language, hurt/comfort

Roy is barely holding himself together.

He sinks down onto the bench in the dressing room and stares straight away, eyes burning. It's like his whole body is on fire and he knows if he held his hand in front of his face, it would be shaking. He doesn't try it, instead curls his hands into fists, clenching the bench below him.

He's fucked it.

His knee. His career. His life. It had been coming, he knew, but he still expected to have a year or two left in him. Some time to come to terms with his whole world coming crashing down around him. Instead he does one stupid fucking tackle on Jamie fucking Tartt and now he's done. Even the crowd had known it. The thought of them chanting for him brings back a lump in his throat.

He sees a shadow at the door and hangs his head. Knows the outline of you too well to pretend it's anyone else. You've come to shout at him, or slap him around the face, or maybe mock him. Whatever it is, he doesn't want to hear it.

You enter silently other than the door clicking shut behind you, but Roy doesn't look up to greet you. He keeps his eyes on the floor.

"I don't-" he clears his throat when his voice comes out all hoarse. All wrong, "I don't want to hear it. I fucked it, I know, and I don't want to fucking hear it."

You don't respond, instead walking further over to him and crouching down in front of him. He'd waved you away on the pitch, surprised that you'd let him stand up and walk off. He didn't look back at you when he did, knowing all he'd see would be disappointment.

You've got your physio bag, he notices, and you're unzipping it, rifling through the contents.

"There's no point. Get out, Y/N," he tries again, voice more desperate this time, "Please."

"Would you just shut the fuck up?" you say suddenly, louder than the quiet room deserved. You sigh, at yourself it seems, but Roy is frozen in place. He'd prepared himself for you to come and shout at him, but still hadn't expected you to really do it. You never shouted.

Still, he did as he was told, because he was too stunned to argue with you.

You get an icepack on his knee immediately, grumbling under your breath but he can't make out the words. There's some gel that you rub on too, and that eases some of the pain he's in, not that he can bring himself to say thank you. When you've properly secured the icepack to his knee, you finally look up at his face.

"You might have hurt yourself more by refusing that stretcher, you twat," you spit out, and he can see the anxiety swirling across your whole face, "Why do you have to be so..."

You trail off, scoffing to yourself without finishing your sentence as your gaze drops back down to his knee. Roy is tired and in pain and frustrated - all three of which were reasons for not wanting to have this conversation right now.

"Reckless? Fucking stupid? Old as shit? It's just what I fucking am, alright? I couldn't let that shit score, and now it's over. Fucking all of it."

He hears his voice get small towards the end. You're back looking at him and shaking your head before he's even finished.

"For the season, yeah. Then we get back to fucking work, Kent. We can start you on the slow stuff, rebuild the strength. I can assess whether you'll need an op-"

"Y/N."

"Don't," you say harshly, pointing up at him, but there's a break in your voice he doesn't know what to do with, "You're not done."

"We both know that it's my fucking ACL. Two years recovery time, more 'cause I'm fucking ancient. It's over."

He sees the tears in your eyes then. Fuck. One minute he thought you were unbearably angry with him, now you were on the verge of crying? He felt slow in a whole new way, unable to keep up with where this was going.

"You've worked so fucking hard," you grind out, "It can't just...if I'd done more on your knee the last few weeks maybe...We knew it was a problem. I could have-"

It hits him like a freight train when he realises all your anger is directed at yourself. That you're blaming yourself, not him. He gulps, watches you staring off in the direction of Ted's office as your tears fall.

You've worked together ceaselessly this season. He needs a lot of treatment in a lot of areas nowadays, not that he likes to admit it. You've been there every step of the way, poking and prodding and kneading out every knot, but also laughing. Eating the occasional breakfast when he comes in early for you to work on him.

He's not sure he's ever been this into someone before. Where it's crept up on him slowly and then washed over him all at once - about a month ago when Phoebe visited Richmond. Seeing you with her was like seeing some kind of future he never thought he'd have.

He still didn't think he'd have it. This injury was proof enough that good things didn't have a habit of coming his way. It was why he'd kept quiet about it ever since he realised rather than pouring his heart out to you.

"Hey," he says gruffly, completely out of his depth, "You're blaming yourself? I thought you were fucking livid with me."

Your eyes shoot back to his despite their bloodshot nature. Despite the situation, he watches as you giggle in disbelief.

"Angry with you? When has that ever fucking happened?" you say wetly, wiping at your face with rough fingertips, "I'm your physio, Roy, I'm meant to prevent this shit. And fix it. And now I can't fucking do either."

A fresh wave of tears bubbles up over your eyelids and travels down your face as you let out a sob. It's the first time he thinks about another side effect of his career ending - he'll have to leave Richmond. All the people he's come to love, despite really not wanting to. That would include you.

With an instinct he didn't know he had, he reached out to tug on your hand. You looked up at him in surprise, but he helps to pull you up with a small groan when you don't really let him take any of your weight. He guides you to sit next to him on the bench, so you do, sniffling uncontrollably.

"You've done a fucking lot for me these last few years. Especially this season. Don't fucking beat yourself up about this. I'm the one who made the stupid tackle."

"He was through on goal. You stopped him."

"And it might not make a fucking difference."

"It might," you try, crying slowing down as you switch into protective mode. He's seen you do it many times, but it never fails to bring warmth to his face, "Look, if I can't beat myself up, neither can you. Let's just blame the fucking universe, yeah?"

He considers it. Sounds like a good way to vent his frustration without falling into a spiral of self-hatred, but it might also get you to stop crying which is all he wants in the fucking world at this moment.

"Fine. Fuck the universe."

"Fuck the universe," you agree, bumping your shoulder lightly into his own, "Now would you start crying, please, so I'm not the only one embarrassing myself?"

Roy smiles despite himself at that, happy when he turns your way and sees you smiling too.

"I'm going to cry later, in the privacy of my fucking home," he says, wrapping an arm around you because it feels like both the right time and the right place, "Like a normal fucking person."

"Fuck you," you laugh, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. Roy spots a stray tear on your collarbone and reaches to smudge it away without thinking. You shuffle closer to him, his arm still around you, and put your own hand on his thigh.

Roy's brain short-circuits.

"I'll be leaving," he says, sudden even to himself, "Can't fucking stick around if I'm not playing."

"I know," you say softly, tucking your head into his shoulder. He can't let his own head rest against yours, because he knows he'd get too comfortable. Knows he'd never want to move again.

He takes a moment. He knows what he wants to say, he's just not sure he can.

"I don't want to fucking leave," he gets out through gritted teeth, but he's left out the most important word.

You. I don't want to fucking leave you.

It's stuck in his throat as he peers down at the top of your head, still resting on him. He kicks himself inwardly when he can't get the extra word out before you start talking, index finger tracing gentle patterns just above his knee.

"Yeah, I don't want you to fucking leave either," you say, as if you're admitting something terrible. He can tell you're watching the movement of your own hand to avoid looking up at him. "You won't stick around, join the coaching staff?"

"Fuck no," he barks out, feeling you chuckle against his side, "I couldn't do that shit."

"You could," you insist, "But it's okay if you don't want to. I just thought maybe I could look after you if you did."

He tries to move away from you to look at your face with a smirk, but you stay rooted to the spot and stop drawing your patterns on his leg abruptly.

"Your knee! I meant look after your fucking knee, Jesus."

It's now or never. He's so sick of never saying what he fucking means around you, but if he can't do that, he'll settle for the next best thing.

"Do you make house calls?"

It's the worst line he's ever used. But you're here rather than watching the end of the match, and your head is on his shoulder, hand on his thigh. He wonders if maybe, his luck might be balancing out, if maybe you'll understand what he's trying and failing to say.

"Huh?"

He stifles his own chuckle at the confusion in your voice. Willing himself to just fucking do something, he takes your hand from his knee and holds it in his own, clasping on tightly. There's a spike in his heart rate when you grip his hand right back.

"I'm asking-" he begins, hoping you can't hear his heartbeat, "-if you do house calls. To look after my knee, and shit. Once I'm gone."

"Oh."

You've definitely understood his meaning. In past months, he'd be tearing his hair out over trying to read between the lines, probably taking it out on Ted or Jamie or Isaac or whoever was nearby to be shouted at. Now he's positive, as you cling to his hand, that you know what he's trying to say.

Even if he's not sure of your reaction yet, there's already a weight lifted from his chest. And whatever that fucking gel you put on his knee was, he hasn't felt the pain in it since.

"As a club physio, no," you answer slowly, but he knows that's not the end of your sentence, "No house calls. Also no going into the dressing room during a match, no putting numbing cream on an injury just cause you don't want a player in pain, no holding a player's hand."

He's grinning now. Maybe because you can't actually see him doing it, but then he locks in on something you've said amongst the floating feeling that's taken over his body.

"Wait, you put fucking numbing cream on me?"

"You're welcome," you retort, "My point is that I've clearly broken a few rules for you already. So, house calls it is. For the sake of your knee."

He squeezes your hand.

"For the sake of my fucking knee, yeah."

And because it doesn't feel so scary anymore, he puts his head on top of your own and reminds himself that he was going to cry later, not now. For now, with your hand lodged tightly in his own, he decides to think about that future he didn't think he'd ever get, instead.

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[bellaturner]

I Wanna Be Yours - pt 2

Contains smut (and some fluff ig?)

Summary: You and Alex reconcile with your brother, Matt, after he accidentally walked in on the two of you kissing.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl).

3,1k words

Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

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"What the fuck is going on here?" Matt's voice was filled with disbelief.

Alex's hands were still entwined in your hair, his warm breath dancing across your lips.

Heat surged to your cheeks as you wished for this surreal dream turned into a nightmare to end. Shutting your eyes tight, you hoped for a sudden awakening, yet reality persisted when you opened them, locking gazes with Matt.

"Big bear, let me explain," you approached him, your words barely audible. The pain etched on his face cut deep, knowing you were the cause.

"Don't bother. Bringing you along was a damn mistake." He turned to go, frustration thick in his voice. "I get it, you're in your 'rockstar phase,' but seriously? My fucking sister? Can't believe it." The door slammed shut behind him.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, rushing towards the door, but Alex's grip halted you.

"Don't," he said firmly, his touch easing from your arm.

"We fucked up, Alex," you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"It'll be alright, sweetheart," he murmured, his arms enveloping you, his nose nestled atop your head. "I'll talk to him. We'll sort this out," his promise accompanied a tender kiss on your forehead.

The room felt heavy with regret and tension, and you couldn't shake off the guilt that had settled in your chest.

"He's right, Alex," you murmured, your voice trembling. "I should have thought about the consequences before we let things escalate."

Alex's fingers gently brushed against your hair as he held you, his touch a reassuring anchor in the storm of emotions. "We both made a mistake," he admitted softly. "But we'll find a way to make things right."

Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as you clung to him, your heart aching for the pain you had caused your brother and the mess you found yourself in. "I never wanted to hurt him like this," you whispered, your voice laced with remorse.

"I know, babygirl," Alex whispered back, caressing your hair.

With a heavy sigh, you leaned back slightly, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Do you think he'll ever forgive us?"

Alex's gaze softened as he cupped your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "I'll talk to him."

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady your emotions. "I'll apologize too, Alex. I need him to know how truly sorry I am."

The road trip to the next concert location was somewhat awkward. Nick and Jamie could sense that something was wrong, and it was clear to anyone on the tour bus. Alex spent the whole time pretending to compose something, avoiding eye contact with you and Matt. Your brother had his annoyed poker face on, and your eyes were swollen and red from all the crying.

"So," Jamie started, trying to test the waters, "Do you guys have any plans for tonight?" he asked, his gaze alternating between Alex and Matt.

There was silence, and it seemed like no one wanted to address the elephant in the room.

"I guess we could all go out for a drink," Alex finally murmured, raising his eyes to look at Matt for the first time since the incident.

Matt considered the suggestion for a moment, his expression still tense. "Fine," he replied, his voice tinged with irritation.

The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that this was going to be one of those nights where the group dynamic was strained.

After what felt like forever but had only been about four hours, the tour bus finally pulled up at the hotel where you'd be staying for the next couple of days. Matt, who usually helped you get off the bus, left before everyone else.

"Bear," you called after him, but he was already gone.

You sighed and got up, heading down the few steps to leave the bus. Alex reached out to help, but you declined, not wanting to call unnecessary attention to yourselves.

You grabbed your luggage from under the bus and went to the hotel reception to check in. A single tear welled up in your eye; though you could do it yourself, Matt always handled this task. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found.

With your room key in hand, you headed absentmindedly to the elevator, with Alex and the band members close behind. You'd all be staying on the same floor.

"YN, is everything alright with Matt?" Nick asked, concerned. Lost in thought, you didn't respond; your mind was elsewhere, and you hadn't even heard his question.

Alex discreetly touched the small of your back, snapping you back to reality. You realized that all eyes were on you.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn't paying attention," you stammered, feeling your face flush. Nick repeated his question, but fortunately, the elevator stopped just before you had to answer. You simply shrugged and nodded in response, exiting without saying your goodbyes to the band. You figured you'd catch up with them in a few hours, anyway.

Once inside the room, you tossed your stuff around, searching for your favorite jumper – the one that always comforted you when you felt down. Deciding a shower would help you unwind and give Matt some space, you made a silent promise to talk to him later.

As soon as you steppes out of the bathroom, you heard a faint knock. Quickly put on a robe you opened the door cautiously, revealing Alex standing in the corridor, concern etched across his face.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.

"Hey," you replied, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

He stepped inside your room, and you closed the door behind him. He glanced around, running a hand through his hair and taking in the scattered luggage and the aftermath of the emotional storm that had just passed.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his concern deepening. He knew that you scatter your things around when changing, but the state of your room was like nothing Alex had ever seen before.

You let out a heavy sigh and sank onto the edge of the bed, mimicking him by running a hand through your disheveled hair. "Honestly, Alex, I don't even know anymore. Everything just got so messed up, and I don't want to hurt Matt, but..."

"May I?" Alex asked as he moved closer, pointing toward the spot beside you on the bed.

You nodded, and he took a seat beside you. You rested your head on his shoulder, silence filled the room.

"This is weird, you know," you said faintly, lifting your head to look Alex in the eyes "I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."

Al's lips curled into a gentle smile, his accent adding a touch of charm to his words. "Oh darling, you have no clue how many times I've fantasized about you."

His eyes held a mix of desire and affection as he cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The connection between you two was undeniable.

Breaking the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you tried to make sense of the chaos around you. "Alex, what are we going to do about Matt?"

He let out a sigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. "We'll talk to him together. I'll make him understand how much you mean to me."

"Do I mean something to you?" you asked, your voice quivering as you closed your eyes tightly, anxious about his response.

His hands lightly touched your chin, prompting you to raise your head and open your eyes. Alex's gaze held yours, his tone gentle and sincere. "More than you know, YN. You're not just a hook-up. You're someone I care deeply about. I always did, in my own fucked up way."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words sank in. "I care about you too, Alex. But I don't want to lose my brother over this."

"We won't," he reassured you, his thumb brushing away a tear. He then cast an appreciative gaze over your body, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. "Now, as much as I want to be the one to take that robe off," he said, studying your attire, "You should go get dressed so we can go talk to Matt, and figure this out together."

A faint smile crossed your lips as you let out a soft laugh. You made your way to the bathroom, and a couple of minutes later, you emerged fully dressed.

"You look-" Alex started, but you didn't let him finish.

"Oh, don't even, Al." you exclaimed "I'm upset and I dressed comfortably, not stylishly."

"I know that hoodie," he said with a sad smile on his face "Are you that upset?" he inquired, approaching you with his arms open, hugging you.

You nodded against his chest. You stayed like this for a couple minutes, just listening to Alex's heartbeat and taking deep breaths, his hands holding you tightly.

"Let's go talk to Matt" you said, taking a deep breath.

The short walk to your brother's room felt like an eternity as your heart raced with anticipation and anxiety.

Alex knocked softly on Matt's door, and you both waited in tense silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Matt standing there, his expression a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion.

"What do you two want?" Matt's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you and then at Alex.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing on your chest. "Matt, we need to talk," you began, your voice steady despite the nervousness that gnawed at you.

Alex chimed in, his accent carrying a soothing tone. "Yeah, mate, we messed up, and we want to make things right."

Matt's gaze shifted between the two of you, his arms folded defensively across his chest. "Make things right? You slept with my sister, Alex. How the hell are you going to make that right?"

"Woah, hold up, Big Bear," you said, raising your hands defensively. "We didn't sleep together," you clarified, making sure to emphasize that point. "Can we come in, Matt, please?" you added, your gaze locked onto his.

Matt stepped aside, allowing you and Alex to enter his room. You both took seats on the sofa near the entrance, ready to continue the conversation.

You glanced at Alex, who gave you an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, you began, "Matt, I need you to listen to us, okay? I know what you saw back there was... well, it looked bad, but it's not what you think."

"YN, love, you don't know Alex," Matt began with concern in his voice. "I've been his friend since we were six, okay? And I've been touring with him from the beginning. Only God knows how many hearts he's broken by now."

"Thanks, mate," Alex muttered, earning a side-eye from you that conveyed a clear 'shut up' message.

You spoke up, meeting Matt's gaze. "I've known Alex for just as long as you have, Matt."

Your brother sighed deeply, his brow furrowing in thought. After a moment, he said, "YN, can I have a moment alone with Alex?"

"Yes, sure," you replied, getting out of your seat and walking towards the room. Closing the door behind you, you sat at the edge of your brother's bed, your heart pounding in your chest. The muffled sounds of Alex and Matt's voices arguing made your stomach churn. The fear that Matt might never forgive you invaded your thoughts.

Just when you were about to reach your breaking point, Matt opened the door and asked you to join them.

You entered the room and found Matt and Alex both sitting on the sofa, their expressions tense. It was clear that they had exchanged some heated words during their private conversation. You took a deep breath, ready to face whatever was coming.

Matt glanced at you, his frustration still evident, but he seemed somewhat calmer now. "Look, YN," he began, his tone more composed, "I've had some time to talk with Alex, and we've had a… frank discussion."

Alex nodded in agreement, his usual confidence replaced by a more serious demeanor. "We've hashed things out," he added, giving you a reassuring nod.

You nodded back, relieved that they had talked things through, but still anxious about the outcome. "So, where do we go from here?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"I'm your brother, not your boss or anything, so I can't forbid you from living your life," Matt said with a genuine smile. "And Alex promised me that he'd take good care of you."

Feeling grateful and emotional, you jumped out of your seat and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Matt," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "I promise we'll always be honest with you, and I really appreciate your trust in us."

"You're my little sister, YN. I just want you to be happy," Matt said as he held you. "So," he continued, letting go and getting up with a playful grin, "shall we go out? Jamie and Nick must be waiting."

Matt and Alex exchanged a friendly smile and a hug. "I promise not to hurt her, Matt," Alex reassured him.

"You better," Matt replied, his tone light but firm, "or I'll kill you."

The three of you joined Jamie and Nick, who were sitting in the hotel's lounge area. Their expressions shifted from curiosity to relief as they saw you approach, seemingly in good spirits.

"Everything alright?" Jamie asked cautiously, glancing at each of you.

Matt put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed gently. "Yeah, everything's fine," he assured them with a reassuring smile.

Nick raised an eyebrow, clearly wanting more details but deciding not to press further. "Great. I heard there's a good bar around the corner" he suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" you exclaimed, hugging Alex.

He hugged you back, and you dared to share a quick kiss, which left Jamie and Nick momentarily stunned, unsure of how to react.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Nick passing Jamie a $10 bill.

"Did you dickheads bet on my sister?" Matt exclaimed, a mix of surprise and irritation in his voice.

"Pfff," Alex mocked. "Only 10 bucks?" he joked, earning a playful slap on his arm.

The evening at the bar continued, filled with shared stories, laughter, and even a bit of dancing. You couldn't help but notice how Alex's eyes never left you for long, and every touch and smile exchanged between you felt a dream.

As the hours passed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and it seemed that the initial tension had completely dissipated. You found yourself enjoying the night, basking in the happiness of the moment.

Eventually, as the clock neared closing time, you all decided it was time to head back to the hotel. The group walked back together, arm in arm. Once you reached the hotel, you exchanged goodnight wishes with everyone and headed to your room. The day had taken an emotional toll on you, and you eagerly anticipated some much-needed rest.

Just as you were about so lay down, you heard a knock. A broad smile graced Alex's face as you opened it. "Tonight turned out better than I could have hoped," he said, enfolding you in a warm embrace.

You snuggled against him, closing the door and finding comfort and contentment in his arms. "Yes, it did," you replied, gazing up at him with a gentle smile. "Thank you for being here, Alex."

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a lingering kiss. "Always, princess," he whispered gently against your mouth, "I'll always be here for you." His kiss intensified, evoking a moan from you that left both of you breathless. "I'm going to use your body now, pumpkin," he murmured with desire, his voice filled with lust. He grasped a handful of your hair, revealing your neck, and covered it with passionate, open-mouthed kisses.

"Fuck, Alex," you let out a soft whimper as he trailed kisses down to your breasts, guiding you both towards the bed.

"Do you want me to stop, darling?" he asked, gently pushing you onto the mattress.

"I don't." you replied.

"Good, then shut up and let me please you," he whispered against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers all the way down to your core.

He sucked one of your nipples while playing with the other, making you moan loudly. "Shhh, baby, it's okay," he soothed you, but it only made you want him even more.

It was ridiculous how quickly Alex could build you up. He had barely touched you and you were already pooling in your panties for him. "Alex, I need you to fuck me, please," you begged him.

He promptly got up and removed his clothes, while you took your pants off. The sight of him naked was enough to bring you to the edge, and you definitely felt like jumping.

He stroked himself lightly, making you exhale in anticipation. "Alex, can i suck you, please?" you asked shyly, feeling your face turn red.

"Oh, babydoll, as much as I want it, I'm about to explode and I want to do so inside you little cunt," he said in a voice so erotic it melted you. He placed himself on top of you and without a warning he completely filled you up, eliciting a loud moan.

"Oh fuck, Al," your voice was light and breathy, and your vision was filled with stars. He picked up his pace, reaching of G-spot over and over again. "Shit, Alex, slow down, I'm don't want to come just yet," You could feel the sweet release of an orgasm approaching, but you wanted to savor the moment a little more.

"I'm right there with you, pup," he muttered. "Come for me, baby," he asked and you have no choice but to give him what he wanted. His lips crashed against yours as you enjoyed the high, his following shortly after.

Alex sprawled out on top of you, both of you breathing heavily and working to catch your breath after the intense moment you'd just shared.

"I can't believe we've never done that before," Alex whispered between breaths, and a soft chuckle escaped your lips in response.

The last thing you recall is Alex's fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back, and his steady heartbeat beneath your ear offering a comforting rhythm. Shortly after, you both drifted into peaceful sleep, and you couldn't remember the last time you felt so happy.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

AFTER ALMOST THREE MONTHS, IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!

I promise you I'm trying my bestto write fics, but it's med school admission test season and I'm just so stressed with it 😩

BUT, iwby part 2 is finally here and I wanted to thank @malina-33 for the amazing suggestions, I hope you enjoy it, Mal 💕

Oh, this is not proof read (and I'm pretty drunk right now) so please excuse any grammar mistakes and typos (I'm the queen of typos even when I'm sober fml).

Anyways, thanks for reading💕💕

~ Bella

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[buckyalpine]

Messy

18+ Minors dni

Mommy!kinky bucky x reader 

Fuck yes. All of this. 

Warnings: Mommy kinky, subby Bucky, public sex (dry humping) Needy Bucky is a warning 

Word count: 800

“Oh, we need these too”

You reached up for some laundry detergent, your t-shirt riding up, exposing your waist. You stood on your tippy toes, well aware of what you were doing to your needy boyfriend, avoiding all the boxes that were right in front of you to go for the one on the top shelf.  Bucky swallowed thickly, his cock aching in his jeans; you had been teasing him the entire shopping trip, brushing against him and bending over right against his erection.

“You okay Buck?” You smiled, giving him a quick peck on his scruffy cheek, carding your fingers through his hair, while he whined, his pink pouty lips protruding out, chewing them from frustration. Bucky nodded, gripping onto the shopping cart; he’d managed to keep his hands to himself thus far but he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Such a good boy” You giggled, gasping when Bucky’s hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

“M’so fucking hard baby” Bucky whimpered, grinding his boner against your ass, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hands were squeezing your waist, his restraint quickly deteriorating by the minute. “It hurts baby, want you to touch me”

“Mhm, touch you where baby boy” You turned around, smirking at how worked up Bucky was, letting your finger trail down, just brushing by his crotch before pulling your hand away.

“Touch me there y/n, please” His eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips harder, you were going to be the death of him.

“We’re in public baby” You tsked, wiggling out of his hold, and walking down the aisle while Bucky trailed after you like wounded puppy. His boxers were already damp with precum and he was moments away from pulling his cock out just to give himself some relief.

“I wanna cum baby, make me cum, please”

You ignored him, letting your hips sway as you walked to a quiet area of the store, pretending you didn’t absolute love how whiny and needy your baby was. He could take a bit more teasing…

“Mommyyy”

There it is.

You giggled; pulling him into an empty aisle where you knew no one would come to, your hand grasping his boner, rubbing him right where the tip of his cock was strained against his pants.

“Aww you wanna cum baby boy?”

“Mmhm, wanna cum mama, make me cum” Bucky grabbed your hips, rutting himself against your hand, his cock already leaking.

“So naughty baby, I thought you were a good boy, we’re not even home yet” You cocked your head, biting your lip. You brought your thumb to trace over his swollen lips, you adored when he got this needy, whiny and pouting, desperate for you to touch him.

“I am you’re good boy mama, m’so hard for you, make it stop” Bucky pouted, his eyes glassy, he was your good boy, he couldn’t help how desperate you made him and you had been teasing him relentlessly.

“You’re hard for mommy, baby?” Bucky quickly shook his head, a whimper slipping from his lips when your lips brushed by his ear.

“Make yourself cum Jamie” You smirked, turning around, holding onto a shelf, letting Bucky grab your hips, his erection grinding hard against your ass. Bucky didn’t waste a second, whining and whimpering, rubbing and desperately humping you, the tip of his cock swelling and sensitive, the fabric of his boxers over stimulating him. Bucky was nearly sobbing into your shoulder, his heart racing, balls squeezed tightly against him ready to cum in his pants.

“Mama, m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum baby,- oh f-fuc- mommyyy”

“Go on baby boy, cum for mommy”

“Feels so good mama, it feels so good” Bucky whimpered, grinding onto your ass, rubbing his cock as hard as he could, endless spurts of cum pouring out of his swollen head, utterly soaking the front of his jeans. His thrusts slowed down, lightly rutting against you, his cock throbbing out the few last drops of cum. You turned around, licking your lips looking at the large dark stain that covered the front of his pants, covering his entire crotch, his arousal seeping down to his thighs.

“Look at the mess you made baby boy” You cooed, giving his soft, sensitive cock a gentle squeeze, making him cry out, holding him close to you.

“So sensitive mommy” Bucky hid his face in your neck, panting, his cock still slowly streaming dribbles of cum.

“Stay close to mommy, hm?” You let Bucky gently hold your waist from behind, his dark soaked jeans pressed against your back, covering his mess. You gave him a quick kiss before making your way to the register to pay, your sweet needy baby holding onto you close. “I’ll clean you up when we’re home baby boy”

“Yes mama”

Adding to this because of @xcaptain-winterx

You’re putting the things away in the car, Bucky desperately clinging onto you so no one sees how soaked his jeans are.

Some people give him an odd look, this huge beefy man holding onto his girlfriend, completely flustered.

He’s been a good boy all day, so of course you reward him once he’s home, after all you said you’d clean him up.

His jeans are tossed aside and he’s whining and whimpering on the bed as you lick and suck his sensitive cock. He’s still soft, having utterly emptied himself, the rush of rubbing himself on you in public has left him spent.

Tears are flowing down his cheeks as you take care of him, cupping his balls while kissing his thighs, licking up every bit of his mess.

Such a good boy.

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[robertpattinsonslut]

𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝒀 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂. 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear James Metcalfe Campbell Bower,

...

with love your only whore Y/N

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell x reader #stranger things #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower x reader #caius volturi x reader #jamie campbell bower imagine #peter ballard smut #caius volturi #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower smut #jace wayland #jamie campbell icons

[jamiesfootball]

How do you think Keeley would have reacted if when she told Roy she slept with Jamie after he blew her off that Roy said he'd had a one night stand with Jamie in between the gala and then too?

First answer? She jumps out of her chair and shouts, “J’ACCUSE!”

Possible realistic answer? Some insightful and semi-nuanced conversation regarding the circumstances in which the hookup happened and what it means for Roy and Keeley’s potential relationship etc etc (this is other people’s bread and butter, I can’t help with this sort of stuff, sorry)

Now.

Funniest answer?

She pretends she doesn’t believe him.

And at first maybe, she doesn’t. Roy, irritated and more than a little miffed that this is something he actually has to put words to, starts to explain what happened and as he talks it clicks for her, ‘oh he might be telling the truth.’

Except she's still miffed about him ghosting her, so in a spur of the moment Keeley Jones Whim (TM) she decides to double down. No, she doesn't believe him. You can just say you’re upset with me. You don’t need to make things up.

"I’m not making it up. I’m telling you I slept with him. I can even tell you what he looks like naked."

"Locker room."

"I know what he's like in bed."

"Tabloids."

Because then whats Roy gonna do? Go to the Diamond Dogs and ask them 'how to convince the person you want to be dating that you slept with someone else?' Go to Jamie and try to get him to back him up?

"You need to tell your ex girlfriend we slept together. She doesn’t believe me. She says that I'm making it up."

Jamie: *astroprojecting to the ether to sync up with Keeley ET-style*

"........what are you talking about?"

"The- what? After the gala."

"I don't know man, it sounds sounds like maybe you had a bit too much to drink in your old age."

Roy:

Then when Jamie comes to Keeley’s house at the end of the season, Roy is like ‘FINALLY. NOW CAN WE ALL PLEASE ADMIT I SLEPT WITH JAMIE.’

Keeley and Jamie, realizing that they have not discussed The Bit with each other:

“Roy, we’re a little concerned by how much you keep bringing this up.”

“Yeah mate. I think your memory might be going. Have you been checked for Alzheimer’s?”

Roy:

The return on dividends for this is endless. It would only become more frustrating, and therefore funnier, the longer it goes on

And the thing is? Roy knows they’re fucking with him. He fucking knows that he’s feeding the wolves the more he lets it get to him. So he tries to let it go, let enough time pass that surely they’ll be over this bit and one of them will just ADMIT THAT HE’S TELLING THE TRUTH

They 'the shark is smooth' this man to his deathbed.

#i thought I had nothing interesting to say and then i had a blast #thanks for this! #tagged for shipping #just in case #royjamie #roykeeley #ask box is always open #i stand by 'j'accused!' for what it's worth

[legless-fish-on-rollerskates]

I think one of the big problems* in Ted Lasso is that Ted doesn't always understand/realize that his experiences aren't universal.

(*by problem I do not mean a criticism of the show or the writing, I mean it's a realistic character trait that causes well-meaning mistakes and conflict that makes the story richer)

Ted's a great guy with a lot of genuine empathy. He wants to help people because he cares about them (and because he has trauma-related guilt about not being able to help his dad). But he hasn't quite figured out yet that What Ted Needs is not always what everyone else needs.

Ted's arc in 3x11 was SO important to me. We know he represses a lot of stuff, especially about his dad. Ted Lasso, supreme overlord of pretending he is fine, saying "fuck you" to his mother, saying "you know what? no, I'm not fine," saying specifically "you fucked me up and yeah actually I do blame you," allowing himself to be angry? He's likely only recently even acknowledged to himself that he's mad at his mom, possibly even for the first time within the episode. This scene was vital for his growth. Ted needed to express and own that anger so that then he could let go of it and move forward. It's become a defining character trait that Ted Lasso forgives everyone except Ted Lasso. Forgiving his mother allows him to start down the path of forgiving himself, which is one of the things he needs the most.

This was necessary for Ted. Crucially, Jamie is not Ted.

Ted's relationship to his mom is not the same as Jamie's relationship to his dad. A parent who screws up and damages their child because they're a flawed human being who doesn't have all the answers is not the same as a parent who physically, verbally, emotionally, and sexually abuses their child in an intentionally malicious way for years. The advice Ted needed is not the same as the advice Jamie needs.

And Ted doesn't realize this, which I actually think is pretty in-character! He means well, he wants to help, he tells Jamie to forgive his dad because Ted forgiving his mom helped him and he's not the best at separating his needs from the needs of the people around him. He sees himself in Jamie, relates to him because they both have complex relationships with their fathers, and even though he knows that their situations are different he doesn't always realize he's treating them like they're the same. So in Ted's mind, the best way he can help Jamie is by giving him the advice Ted would have appreciated himself. And in this context, this is wrong!

Anyway, Ted is not a magical genie who always does the right thing, and I think this is interesting to look at from a character perspective because it's less frustrating than assuming the writers are just telling everyone to forgive abusers

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #jamie tartt #cw abuse #cw csa #james tartt sr #dottie lasso #ted lasso meta

[jojikawa]

Anonymous asks: “Can you write a Valorant smut where the reader got kidnapped by the guys for interagaion? (Guys i.e: Phoenix, Yoru, Chamber) and it gets rough? 😵‍💫 Idk I think it would be cool and I can't write that well-”

Yes! I can def do that for you! 💅💕

VALORANT MALES (Phoenix, Yoru Chamber) x FEM! READER

tw// dubcon, hate fucking (from Yoru), double/triple penetration, sexualization of the reader

Your day went as normal. You handled business and once everything was said and done, you returned home. You treated yourself to a bath and the plan was to go to bed and continue the very next day. Things seemed normal until...

One thing was off…your towel was missing.

“Looking for this, ma Cherie?”

You spun around, laying your eyes upon a man. A French man with brown hair and both sides of his head shaved. His body was decorated with golden accents embedded into his skin. You’ve never seen augments like that. The color matched the scheme of the modified gun he had in his hand pointing it at you with your towel in the other. 

“Wow, I didn’t think the hitmen would show up so soon. How many of you were sent my way?” You placed your hands on your hips, not able to prevent yourself from making sassy remarks at a time when you should be afraid. 

“Not a hitman but you don’t need to worry about that. You’ll be coming with me.” 

His accent was so attractive. But it was familiar…

“Oh, I think I know you. Vincent Fabron? The weapons dealer, yes? I didn’t know you did your dirty work.” You teased, sticking out your tongue just a little. This made him narrow his eyes at you. At least he knew he had the right person. 

The man, Vincent, threw your towel to the side and motioned you to leave the bathroom with him. Not wanting to get shot, you followed his lead, appearing to be very comfortable with the situation while also being moist and naked. 

In your room, two other men had been waiting for you. The one sitting on your bed also had a gun and another one leaning against the wall. The first was Japanese while the other was dark-skinned. You recognized them too. 

“Ryo Kiritani and Jamie Adeyami…you must be scared of me if there’s this many~!” You laughed. “With guns too.”

The Japanese man, Ryo, or Yoru, visibly reacted to you saying his name. Keeping his identity a secret was important to him. The dark-skinned one, Jamie or Phoenix, seemed to be enticed by something else. 

Your body. 

“You can’t blame us for taking extra precautions for someone who made it through the defenses of our dear friend, Cypher, with such ease.” The French man, Vincent, or Chamber, voiced from behind you. 

“I see. So, this is how it ends.” You smirked to yourself before turning to Chamber. “Can a lady get dressed?” You asked politely. If you were gonna die or be thrown in jail, it had to be in something cute.

“No,” Yoru growled from behind you. “Since you want to humiliate me with my name then you will feel what it’s like to be humiliated.” 

Phoenix laughed. “I kinda like her how she is.” Referring to your lack of clothing. 

“It seems that we all agree.” You felt Chamber’s presence behind you and the sensation of a cold barrel touching you just below your shoulder blade.

They blindfolded you and took you to someplace you weren’t able to see. It was cold but one of them covered you in something that you assumed to be one of their jackets but you weren’t able to tell. 

They seemed to be gentle with you for the most part but it wasn’t until you refused to cooperate that things took a turn for the worse.

The men would interrogate you one at a time. Chamber would come in and try to be manipulative but you saw through it causing him to retreat and pretend like he made progress. Yoru would be aggressive by yelling and cursing at you until he would get frustrated at your cool demeanor and leave. Then Phoenix would try his best by making it seem like he had nothing against you and that things wouldn’t be bad because he would take care of you.

You weren’t buying it. 

This went on for about an hour before you were blindfolded again and this time you had your hands bound. 

“Where am I going?” You asked, trying to figure out who was the one moving you. They yanked you around almost violently, so you assumed it was Yoru failing to hide his poor attitude once again. You had also received no answer.

You were tossed to the ground where you felt the cord of your bindings moving around. It seems like someone is tying the other end to something. 

“Aww, so rough.” You rubbed your thighs together, showing how helpless you were in your situation. This caused the man who was handling you to blush. 

“Shut up!” They barked, revealing that it was indeed Yoru again. You wondered what Phoenix was doing or at least if he was watching. You then heard another voice.

“That’s no way to talk to a lady. You should always treat them with respect, especially women of this stature.” Chamber always spoke in such a condescending manner. It was mostly when he was targeting men or women he wasn’t too fond of but you found it hot.

You jumped at the feeling of what felt like the ghost of a hand exploring your backside. “It seems that we will need to do this the hard way.” Chamber's fingers traced your exposed pussy lips, clean and untouched, until now. 

You shuddered at the contact, not able to contain yourself with your bindings holding you back. 

“But don’t worry, I will take good care of you~” 

“Vincent!” You growled his name with such venom but this only made his confidence shoot up. “No, no, Cherie, sit still.” 

You felt a hot wet muscle glide itself over your folds. His words and his tongue were gentle but his hands were grabbing your cheeks, digging his fingertips in, and almost bruising your soft flesh. 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. 

“S-So this is how it’s gonna be.” You peeped through the gentle moaning.

Suddenly you felt two more sets of hands roaming your body, groping you any and everywhere. You also felt Chamber move from eating you out to fingering you deeply with two fingers. Their goal was to make you talk through “harsh” punishment.

“You like it don’t you, mon amore? You are getting so wet already and I didn’t know you could make such pretty little sounds. How naughty.” Chamber teased, his breath hitting grazing your ears and making you shiver. 

Yoru and Phoenix were sitting in the other room, (im)patiently waiting for Chamber to finish what he was doing. They began to wonder what was taking so long and why they weren’t able to join him in his efforts this time. 

Yoru occupied himself with fixing his hair for the 10th time, mostly out of annoyance and anger. He wanted to hate you, so badly. But he just couldn’t find a solid reason to. Yes, you invaded his privacy and sold his information, but you were an info broker. It’s your job! But still…maybe he was just being sexist. He didn’t see you as a threat because you were naked…and a woman. Your body was so distracting. 

“Yo, Yoru, what do you think they’re talking about in there?” Phoenix was sitting in a wheel chair with his elbow on the table and his head resting in his hand. He was so bored and it wasn’t fair that Chamber was the only one allowed to see you for now. He couldn’t complain about it to Brimstone because they were currently disobeying orders. 

“I don’t know and I don’t care. She needs to be punished.” Yoru hissed. He tended to get a little emotional despite trying to make himself out to be the cool one all the time. 

“Oh, come on, you care. I can hear it in your voice, man.” He then leaned in Yoru’s direction. “But did you see her…? I can’t be the only one thinking about it. She looks good!” 

Phoenix was a simple man. If he saw a girl with a nice body then he had to talk to them and here you were, just ready and available for him. 

“That’s all you seem to think about, huh?” Yoru rolled his eyes at his counterpart but he did kinda wonder what Chamber could be doing to you. 

Curiosity would get the best of both of them. 

Chamber grabbed your breasts gently, fondling them and playing with the nipples as he pushed into you. He had you on your knees with his body positioned behind you. “It’s too bad we had to meet on these terms. Perhaps if you choose to surrender, I could take you on a cruise like any Queen should~”

You cried out, taking in his size as he penetrated you with unrelenting force. You blush on the inside. These were such intimate acts and his accent made him sound so sweet. 

Not to mention how sexy you felt. This is the longest you’ve been without clothes. You were in the presence of men who were enticed by your beauty and can’t control their urges.

You then heard a door open, along with some footsteps.

“What the hell?” Yoru exclaimed. 

“So this is what was taking so long!”

Oh no…

You squirmed around but a firm grip on your hip tightened. “Are you gonna help me or just watch…?” You cried.

You felt them moving close to you before Yoru violently grabbed your chin and lifted your head. You felt his breath hit your lips before he squeezed your cheeks, making you open your mouth before he shoved his tongue down your throat. 

Chamber resumed his light pounding into your wet cunt. 

The men hoisted you up and you could feel Chamber behind you doggy but someone was under you. You felt around, feeling locs so you knew it was Phoenix. 

Phoenix inserted himself into you. You had to take in both of them while Yoru was nudging your face with his cock, his precum wetting wherever it touched.

Yoru grabbed your hair to make you open your mouth and he was able to fit it inside. It felt so good to him, but for you…it wasn’t easy taking all of these men with their size. 

“You like that, don’t you, you slut?” Yoru berated. “You think it’s fun to mess with me, I’ll show you.” 

Your eyes watered at the pleasure. You could cry. 

“Don’t worry about him.” You heard Phoenix say. “Just focus on how good I can make you feel. He’s just mad.” 

The men pounded you in different positions until they were done using you, Yoru being the most aggressive,  Chamber being the most flirty, and Phoenix being the most passionate. Their warm cum filled all of your holes, leaking out of your mouth, cunt, and ass. 

“Hmm.” Chamber hummed. “Perhaps we can talk to Brimstone about recruitment. I would hate to see a gem as precious as this go.” 

If you joined the protocol, you would get bullied by these guys…but the idea kinda turned you on.

#yoru valorant #valorant yoru x reader #valorant phoenix x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant fanfiction #valorant smut #valorant chamber #valorant x reader #valorant hcs #valorant imagines #phoenix x reader x yoru #chamber x reader #[💌] - request

[hockybish]

"Duck, come on, stop it" Jamie asked his daughter when she "accidentally" smacked him the face again. It turning into one of those days were nothing was going right.

"No" Kinsley said her new favorite word as of late. She flopped in her father's arms pretended she didn't hear him.

"Can you please not do this right now?" Jamie's head was spinning with everything that has happened. The last 24hrs were crazy to say the least. He knew exactly why duck was acting out and he couldn'r help but blame himself.

He had just been dealt to Philly the day before and he had to pack enough things for the both of them to last until he could get someone to ship out the rest. In his hurry, he forgot Larry the Lobster back in California.

Of course this wouldn't have been a big deal, since out of her favorite stuffies Larry was the least loved, but today for some reason Ducky really wanted the stinking lobster. He didn't have it and she began to throw a fit.

On top of the lobster situation, they were running behind. The father and daughter arrived in Philadelphia later than expected and Jamie was supposed to be at practice with the new team right now but he didn't have anyone to watch his child. When he expressed this to management, they told him to bring her they would take care of it.

"Nooo!" Kinsley leaned backwards, trying to get out of her father's arms. The small child wasn't watching what she was doing and let go of her Wild Wing stuffy and it hit the lady passing by.

"Kinsley Jo, that wasn't very nice." Jamie lightly scolded his daughter. Duck gave him a face when he made the suggestion that she should apologize.

"It’s no problem.” The lady sincerely reassured Jamie, but it didn't stop him from feeling embarrassed and frustrated with his child.

“This must be yours. He's very adorable." She retrieved the toy from the ground, brushing the imaginary dirt off it. Holding it out for the little girl in the man's arms, she smirked when the child snatched it out of her hand.

"I'm so sorry about that. She's not normally like that. It's been a long day, and it's only 9:00 am" Jamie took the toy away from the child, if she wasn't to be nice with she couldn't have back yet. This made Duck even more frustrated and Duck became frustrated again when he wouldn't give it back.

"Oh no. It's really okay." Mia watched the father and daughter interacting. The father was not having any of the attitude his daughter was giving him.

He was handsome and looked awfully familiar. He must be the new guy. Mia knew they had acquired some player in a traded that had just happened, but she had no idea who it was since this was the first day she was returning from vacation.

She studied him a little longer when it hit her, literally because the little girl threw the stuffed animal at her again.

"That's it Kins. You can't have it back. I said no throwing it and you threw it again, so it's mine now." Jamie tucked Wild Wing in the bag he brought along. Duck stuck out her bottom lip, she was sorry now that she got the toy taken away.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah?" Jamie finally looked over at the speaking to him. It was his ex-girlfriend, former media girl for the Erie Otters way back when he was playing there. "Holy shit. Mia? Mia Lewis? What are you doing here?"

"Oh good Jamie you're here, we were starting to get a little worried, and I see you've met Mia. She's going to watch the kid today for you." Danny said plucking Kinsley out of Jamie's arms and into hers.

"Danny, I have actual work that needs to be done today. I can't watch the kid." Mia and Kinsley looked each other over sizing each other up. She readjusted the kid on her hip, and looked to the gm. This wasn't her job.

"Mia, we are a team here and we all need to help out when necessary. Okay?" Mia rolled her eyes accepting the change in plans for today.

"We'll talk later" Jamie handed over the bag of Ducks' things before he was escorted to the locker room to change for practice.

"What are you two doing for dinner? Want to come over?" She offered, Jamie shrugged agreeing, Cam probably wasn't going to be cooking up anything anyways.

#baby duck au #jamie x mia #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale au

[player1064]

drabble request from @mruns:

Jamie getting upset that Gary hasn't displayed the snowglobe he got him anywhere (and Gary hoarding it away with all his other Jamie Treasures)

this somehow ended up.... a thousand words long??? and tooth-rottingly sweet, I'm afraid... enjoy!

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When they finish filming the Christmas special, someone suggests they keep the snow globe on set. Gary, after some grumblings about tacky nonsense messing up his classy interior design, sticks it on one of the shelves behind the bar and that’s where it sits throughout the whole next recording.

The week after, though, it’s gone without a word.

It’s not such a big deal, really: Gary’s fussy about everything looking just right for his show, so Jamie figures he’ll stick it somewhere that he’s not as particular about. His dressing room at Sky, maybe. That’s full of tat – ugly little bobble heads and the like.

Except, the next time Gary’s on Monday Night Football, Jamie comes up with an excuse to barge into his dressing room uninvited, and it’s not there either.

There’s a brief moment where he wonders if Gary’s thrown it out, but he quickly dismisses the thought. Gary doesn’t throw anything out, keeps things neatly packed away in his giant basement, just in case. He hadn’t even thrown out that stupid Baby Spice t-shirt, makes a point to wear it to bed when Jamie’s round just because he know it makes him laugh.

It’s stupid, really. Jamie knows it’s got to be somewhere, even if it’s just gathering dust in storage. Gary has a million different offices for his million different businesses, it could be in any one of those. It’s not a big deal. But it’s a niggle, one he can’t quite shake off once it’s gotten stuck in his head.

So, when one day he gets to Gary’s house before Gary’s home from work, he decides to hell with it and starts wandering in and out of each room, trying to see if it’s on a shelf or shoved into a cabinet somewhere. But his efforts remain fruitless, and he’s debating whether it’s morally acceptable to go to the basement and rifle through his boyfriend’s storage boxes when said boyfriend walks in and gives him a suspicious look.

“Are you doing a mischief?” he asks as he shrugs his coat off, still squinting at Jamie.

“Am I doing a – what does that even mean, ‘am I doing a mischief’, you weirdo.”

Gary wanders over to him and peers into his eyes for a moment, frowns, then just when Jamie is expecting some kind of hello kiss he pokes him in the stomach and moves away. “You look shifty, James, and not in your usual Scouser way. What’ve you done?”

“I’ve done nothin’,” Jamie argues. “I were just – looking for somethin’”

“Fer what,” Gary asks flatly, clearly unconvinced.

If he lies, Gary will know, and then he’ll definitely think Jamie is ‘doing a mischief’, so he ducks his head to hide his embarrassment and says “the snowglobe I got ya.”

“Why –” Gary starts, then his expression clears up and he tilts his head a bit, eyes soft, and sighs. “You nugget, you didn’t think I’d throw it away, did you? D’you really think I’m so heartless?”

Jamie keeps on staring at the floor, mumbles something in reply about how it would’ve been nice if he’d at least pretended to like it.

He hears Gary huff in frustration, then feels his fingers wrap around Jamie’s wrist and tug, leading him up to the master bedroom and into his walk-in wardrobe.

Gary lets go of his wrist once they’re inside and leaves Jamie standing uselessly in the middle of the room, watching as his boyfriend shoves some hanging clothes to the side of their rack and reaches up to get something from behind.

“Honestly,” he’s muttering to himself as he goes, “anyone’d think I were a monster, t’ way you go on. Never take you out, never cook you dinner, throw away the ugly and childish but actually quite thoughtful gifts you give me… your mates must think you’re a saint, putting up w’me all this time.”

He sounds more amused than upset, but Jamie still worries, so he reaches a hand out, says “Gary –” but is cut off by Gary tutting and shaking his head.

“No, no, what’s it to little old heartless me,” he says, turning to Jamie with a battered old shoebox in his hands. There’s a twinkle in his eye, and a gentle smirk as he holds it out for Jamie to take. “Go on then, you numpty.”

He opens up the box, and there’s the snowglobe: resting on top of what at first glance looks like a pile of junk. There’s an old Sky lanyard, some of those little individually-wrapped tea bags like you get in hotels. There’s a t-shirt, carefully folded but still recognisable as an old Liverpool one that Jamie had shrunk in the wash years ago, that he’d made Gary change into once after they’d been stuck out in the rain and he’d asked to borrow some dry clothes. There’s all sorts of random junk, things that Jamie barely recognises. A napkin, with the name of a restaurant printed on it in Spanish. A matchday programme, the cover creased and fading in some spots. The player in the photo on the front of it is long retired now, so the programme’s gotta be a few years old.

Ten years old, Jamie realises, feeling a warm jolt in his stomach. “This is from –”

Gary’s not looking at him, is staring down at his hands instead, cracking his knuckles. “Match we watched together, day before our first show. D’you remember?”

“’Course I do,” Jamie breathes, looking down at the box of junk and then back up at Gary. “You sentimental old fart, I can’t believe you – even then, really?”

“Yeah, well.” Gary looks at him with a sheepish smile, scratches at the back of his head. “I dunno. Guess you made an impression.”

“Christ, lad. I love you too, y’know.”

“Easy now, James,” Gary says, but he’s smiling, looping his arms over Jamie’s shoulders. “I’d be careful bandying words like that around, ‘specially to a filthy Manc. Wouldn’t want to have to get you sectioned.”

He doesn’t say it. Neither of them do, that often. But Jamie hears it all the same.

#carraville #drabbles #had a lot of fun writing this one. have been having fun writing all of them tbh!!! #keep em coming guyssss <3

[luveline]

Comforting James after he looses a quidditch game? I feel like he would be sad and in need of cuddles

he's this emoji 😟

The first thing you do when you see James is hug him. Losing matches at school? That had sucked. But losing professionally? 

It's hard on him even if he won't say it. His arms draw tight around your shoulders, his silky curls crushed against your neck. 

"Hey, Jamie." 

"Hi," he says, the greeting almost lost in your neck. 

"You played well. Really well." 

He grumbles, squeezes you that tiny bit tighter before letting you go. He keep a grip on your elbows. You're happy to be gripped. 

"Could've played better." 

"No. You're at the top of your game, Potter, and you know it. You can't win them all." 

"Why not?" he whines, eyes creased, a pout on his pretty mouth.

You run your hands down his biceps. It's a pointless debate and you won't let him mope too hard, tilting your head to one side. You lick your lips.

"What?" he asks. 

"Will a kiss make it better?" you ask. 

He pretends to consider it. "Maybe." 

"Yeah?" You slide your arms around his neck and lift your chin until he leans down. 

"You played well, Jamie," you whisper after a tiny kiss, going in for another. 

"Oh," he says into your lips. Another kiss, a third. 

"Star player," you emphasise. 

He takes your face into his hand and kisses you properly, nearly rough, some of that frustration seeping in. You smile into it, though it fades when he deepens the kiss and your head tips back. 

You pull away, reluctant to stop the contact but needing to reassure him. "You really did. Alright? You're a great team. You can't win them all."  

He looks serious and then not, his usual smile finally returning. 

"You're right, angel. I can't win them all. Still feeling like a winner, though."

You peck the slip of skin under his bottom lip. "That's the spirit, champ." 

You're only mildly surprised when he swings you up into his arms, screaming with laughter when he refuses to put you down, your face at the small of his back. "James!" 

He pats the back of your thighs. 

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's go play a game. I'm gonna win this one," he promises salaciously.

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter blurb #james potter imagine #james potter x reader fluff #marauders era #marauders #x reader #marauder x reader

[muutos]

it's hard to pretend like i'm not getting frustrated with tumblr lately.

nobody is engaging with me. (obviously if you're an exception you'll know who you are). here, or on jamie. nobody is engaging with my posts - 0 notes after 0 notes on headcanons, no engagement on starter and plotting calls, no memes being sent, promos not being reblogged over &. over again. it's honestly just making me feel distant &. embarrassed. jamie's dash shouldn't feel dead at 70 + followers, and like . . . even here. idk. i'm just kinda feeling disheartened by tumblr lately so.

#if this offends you i'm sorry. #it's not your problem - its not. but it is how it is. #don't be the person who reblogs the 'engage with your dash' posts and then ... like #dont #ooc.

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

Roy/Keeley/Jaime idea: Jaime is a hell of a lot smarter than people give him credit for. Unfortunately his two lovers are among those people. Roy's a bit more blunt about thinking Jaime's a bit of a dunce but Keeley too is a bit oblivious. One night Keeley is getting frustrated with something she's working on on her laptop, so Jaime offers to help. Keeley gently rebuffs him while Roy scoffs saying Jaime will make the computer self-destruct if he gets his hands on it. Finally fed up, Jaime just takes the laptop, solves Keeley's powerpoint problem with effortless ease, tells both Roy and Keeley that he's not a complete moron like they think he is, before holing himself up in the guest room for the night. Roy and Keeley feel super guilty and it only gets worse when Jaime is ice cold to them for days after, refusing to interact with them in any way. They find out Jaime's not just good at computer stuff, but that he's secretly certified in a whole bunch of useful skills. How are they gonna get their "Smart!Tartt" back?

Everyone always assumes Jamie had only one thing on his mind growing up, or two really: football and later women, but the truth is Jamie had a lot of time to kill when he wasn't training or playing matches. His mum was a single mum who worked hard to keep them a float and wasn't always there, and his dad only wandered back when he wanted something, so Jamie would spend a lot of time watching shows or occasionally reading books and through that learned how to do a lot of things. Later, he started watching youtube videos and learning skills he thought he might need like basic computer skills, handy skills for home repairs, and basic things because he assumes he might hve to do them himself someday

Keeley and Roy had always called him talented and said Jamie was smart in other ways, so despite Roy calling him an idiot, he believes that they think he's smarter than others give him credit for. Until they make a few comments and it hurts, but he just laughs them off until Keeley manages to delete an important presentation she is meant to be giving to a conference that she's already nervous about. He offers to help, and in her stress she snaps, and pushes him away because "You'll only make it worse Jamie just stop pretending you know about these things", and Roy tries to sooth them both but fucks up by saying something like "We know its not your strog suit", and Jamie tells them both to get fucked, takes her laptop and is able to restore the presentation and leaves the room. Roy and Keeley think he needs time to cool off and they both feel guilty and are planning a way to apologise when Jamie isn't in bed and the guest room is locked.

It's even worse the next day when Jamie is cold to them and takes his own car to practice, and goes home for the first time for a night in weeks since they've all been staying at Keeleys. When Roy tries to speak to him to ask him to come home, Colin and Isaac stop him and glare at him, so it's over a week before they can actually get Jamie to come home so they can make it up to him.

Roy cooks them dinner, all of Jamie's favourites, including cheat meals, and Keeley spends time asking Jamie for help with things or just asking him about random subjects that Jamie has knowledge on, and Jamie knows they're trying to just make things okay and says so but Roy just cuts him off with a kiss and a " Yes, we want to make things better and apologise, but we also think it's fucking hot that you're not only great at football, but that you're smart and know these things so shut up and tell me more about that history thing" which makes Jamie melt (he does make a dig "tell you? didn't you live it grandad?") but he does shyly tell them more while cuddled between them and talk about the things he learned to do which earns him soft praises and kisses and promises to never make him feel that way again

#roy/jamie/keeley #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones

[bunting27]

For Jamie ❛ this was a mistake. ❜ best friend who hookup and then regret it for a moment spending some time avoiding eachother but realizing they actually want to be togeather?

mistake ✏︎ j. drysdale

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a/n: trevor getting his way by being an unrelenting pain in the ass is so on brand

prompts: "this was a mistake"

wc: 0.9k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @puckbunnyforsway @whourfeyrac

✏︎

it had been three days. neither of them had texted or called, she didn’t even come to the game the night before to cheer him on. it had been the first game she’d missed since she had strep early last season.

today, she had woken up to a text from trevor. there was no context, just a simple ‘???’. she understood, there wasn’t much context needed. she ignored it, opting to go on with her day as if nothing was happening. then, trevor called her.

she couldn’t even get a word in before he was yelling in her ear. “yeah, jamie’s here, you wanna say hi?” her eyes shot open, and she didn’t have time to hang up before she heard jamie’s voice over the phone.

“hey, trevor’s grandma?” she wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t, nothing came out but a sad, quiet ‘hi’

“oh,” he murmured softly, the static of the phone taking over in both of their ears until she built up the courage to say something.

“this was a mistake,” she then immediately hung up, not really wanting to hear anything he had to say, if he could even bring himself to say it. when the line went dead, jamie frowned to himself and then glared at trevor, having told him in confidence what happened between the two of them.

“what the fuck, man,” he threw trevor’s phone into his lap and shook his head, walking back over to his room.

trevor groaned, yelling after him with a shout of his name. “you can’t fucking avoid her forever, jamie,” jamie’s bedroom door slammed shut at that, and trevor didn’t bother to continue, it was no use.

he decided if he couldn’t get through to jamie, he would try her again. he called her, and it was declined immediately. he continued to try, and she finally picked up on the fifth time around.

“that was a dick move, trevor. give me a reason to stay on the line” trevor let out a dry laugh, earning a scoff from her on the other side of the phone.

“i deserve that, i guess. but you can’t be that mad. he told me what happened, i don’t know what he expected me to do” she put him on speaker phone and tossed her phone onto her bed, running her hands over her face roughly in frustration.

“why are you calling me, trev?” he wasted no time with his answer 

“come over, i think you just need to talk it out” she laughed, shaking her head into her hands. trevor never really was one for anxious feelings or worry of any kind. had he been in this situation, facing it head on would be a spectacular idea. for her and jamie, though? neither of them had the confidence.

“we need to talk it out? is that what you think? jesus christ, trevor. just pretend he never told you and stop trying. stop calling, too. drop it” she picked her phone back up from her covers, ready to hang up on him, when he spoke back up.

“he’s only avoiding you because he wishes you’d never left. that morning. he thinks you regret what happened, and that’s why you left while he was still asleep” her jaw clenched, thumb moving away from the red button on her screen and knees coming up to her chest.

“i regret it cause he does, too. i left so it wouldn’t be awkward because he doesn’t want that with me” trevor shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it 

“come talk to him. he’ll prove me right. he never reached out cause he was upset that you left” the line went dead, and she was just staring at trevor’s contact on her phone, her face hidden in her knees and her eyes watering.

did she really fuck this up on the assumption that he didn’t want her? could they have been together by now if she’d just said goodbye? stayed with him?

she felt like she was in someone else’s body while she made her way to her car, and then over to jamie and trevor’s place. she was hardly conscious while driving, like she was on autopilot, it was a wonder she knew to stop at red lights and stop signs.

when trevor opened the door she’d never seen him look so relieved, but she was just staring into the distance, zoned out and thinking about how stupid she felt. how she would feel if this all ended up being her fault.

trevor knocked on jamie’s bedroom door for her, earning a prompt reply of ‘fuck off’ from his roomate, but he continued to knock until jamie was so annoyed he swung his door open with a glare.

when he saw her, his lips parted and he furrowed his eyebrows. trevor patted him on the shoulder and walked away, allowing them some privacy.

“was this a mistake?” jamie pulled her into his room, closing his door. she was on the verge of tears and her words came out as a whisper.

he sighed when he heard it, looking exasperated.

“not for me” her heart both swelled and broke, his words serving as a confirmation that had she just stayed in his arms a few more hours that morning, everything would’ve been fine.

she wiped a tear from her cheek, and he hugged her close, his nose pushing into her hairline.

“i’m sorry, j” she whispered again, crying into his chest. he shook his head, letting his eyes fall shut and his hand rub soothing patterns on her back.

“no, don’t be. we should’ve talked before we fell asleep, i chose not to do that, i didn’t want to think about it” she gripped his shirt, keeping him close to her and letting out a choked sob.

“i could’ve had you if i stayed” she looked up at him, face tear stained and red.

“you can still have me now, angel,”

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #j drysdale #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #anaheim ducks #bunting27's 100 follower celly

[moregraceful]

#i should post the pregnant cat side fic on ao3...that was a really tender side story

I’m currently Jennifer Lawrence asking what do you mean? What 😭 do you 😭 mean? But without the pressure. I, too, have been frustrated by my lack of writing. If you ever feel like sharing even a scrap of that little side story, even just sharing bullet points, I would eat that shit up. But no pressure!! I’m even thankful you even posted the original story. I am also clearly, not afraid to shoot my shot lol

no omg please. i love to talk about my fic and your photoset is like the nicest thing anyone's done for my fics unprompted. it makes me so happy...thank YOU!

i had to go 21 pages back in my #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions tag to find the fic. i am always so happy to share it because i love it as a little scene, and then am always so distressed none of my metadata and cataloging classes in library school actually changed any of my social media behaviors so my blog is and will always be an absolute nightmare to navigate. lol anyway!!: god is a small pregnant cat in the sun // “and we’re all too small to talk to god” // jamie meets a cat

rest under a cut bc i suffer from fatal can't shut up when someone shows one iota of interest in my fic disease...

i was eating yogurt tonight and pondering this au after your ask!! and as with everything i write for hrpf, it's always in a constant state of evolution, when players come and go or i rewatch miyazaki films or w/e. but here are some thoughts i had, unrelated to jamie and jared:

tomáš is a grizzled fisherman with a kind heart, who spends most of his time fishing alone

future captain matty sells tuna's fish at the fish market but he sucks at it bc he's too nice to old grandmas who want nice fish but pretend they don't have enough money to buy it (they do, he's just a dummy). tuna has to hire a second person to help, but unfortunately that person is will borgen

obviously will and captain matty are harboring enormous crushes on tuna and deal with it by acting out (juggling fish across the booth to make him shout at them)

in the past i have said joey daccord is a gardener for chris and philipp and this still true, however sometimes i think he helps out with the early morning shift at the mccann bakery and will load like bread and cookies into his truck and take them down to the fish market so that....

eeli can sell them at his jam stand. eeli's jam makes you feel one of two emotions: unbridled euphoria or catastrophic depression. you never know what is going to happen. two jars of the same strawberry jam can alter the trajectory of your life in two different ways. and much like pregnancy, once you eat it and have a horrible time, it releases endorphins and then you're like actually that wasn't so bad, and you go back to his jam and mccann bakery bread stand and he looks at you beatifically and says, oh you liked it? :)

And then of course for Jared and Jamie:

most critically the one single time jared makes it out to the lighthouse (VERY sneakily bc like...that's a worksite lol harbormaster grubauer is kind but not soft) to Spend The Night, they obviously have very dreamy tender night time sex but ALSO the ghosts are quiet and jamie sleeps through the night without waking ONCE because that's true love babey!! jared ofc does not sleep at all because foghorns are loud lol

i outlined a longform version of this fic uhhh in dms with @bakingblues once i think, where jamie is veteran of (unspecified) armed conflict and he is running from what he did (also unspecifed) and he like is like i must punish myself and live alone to atone for my sins (unspecified but knowing me it's probably like...the Inherent Cruelty of War and not like anything that would get him tried in the hague) which is why he takes a lighthouse job. and in the whole fic it's totally unclear if he is being haunted by ghosts (real) or ghosts (ptsd). and ofc jared's gentle and constant love for him does not like Heal him but as with all love it makes the ghosts easier to bear

lorna prompted me a million years ago with jamie + jared + seashells i think? or oyster shells? and i never finished the fic bc i'm the worst but here's how it goes: one time after a storm the island is COVERED in oyster shells, like hundreds, maybe thousands, of them, and it was a bad bad bad storm and the ghosts were so loud and jamie didn't sleep at all and he's so tired and so lonely, but he's not scheduled to leave the lighthouse that week. so instead of doing his work, jamie spends the day picking up dozens and dozens of the most intact oyster shells. and he very patiently figures out how to drill holes in them and string them together with fishing line and it takes him all day but by the time it's time to turn on the lighthouse light, he has made a big intricate windchime for jared and his cousins. and when he finally makes it off the island three weeks later, he gives it to jared and his cousins. they all are soooo charmed and the girls hang it outside the door of their bakery immediately even though that is so excruciatingly embarrassing for jamie. however jared gives him the kind of hug that makes you fall in love with a guy and jamie, well, he's got a soft heart.

thank you for sending this ask!!!!

#i'm having a week that defies human comprehension so i made a small impulse purchase of 3 of that fancy yogurt that comes in clay pot #la fremière???? at the normie grocery store #HELLOOOO that yogurt turned my entire day around #i'm so glad i bought more than one lol but i'm trying to savor it #but it's so like. wow so there is a world beyond chobani...amazing... #anyway i just think. obviously this entire au is miyazaki coded so no brands but maybe eeli secretly sells idk. cream in clay pots #and the clay pot cream is an aphrodiastic #i'll say no more #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions #no but fr thank you so much for asking i appreciate it so much!!! #oh my god i just realized this au DID have an aesthetic tag #lighthouse tag #you know how tumblr used to save tags...i miss her