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Day 1: Time Travel - talking nonsense (rated E) Day 2: Fairytales - I'm your man (rated T) Day 3: Western AU - alone together (rated E) Day 4: Divorce/Breakup - lost in that last goodbye (rated M) Day 5: Major Character Death - how big the hourglass, how deep the sand (rated M) Day 6: No Signal - nothing I can't handle (rated E) Day 7: Detective AU - can anybody find me somebody to love? (rated T) Day 8: Free Space - every little way you like to touch my body (rated M)

[jamiewintons]

A Break in Routine (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: Jamie’s staying late at work, but with the impending end of the world, all you want is to spend some time with him. Maybe this is your chance to fulfil one of your long-time fantasies?

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Desk Sex. Teasing. Fingering. Unprotected Sex. Slightly Dominant Jamie. Mentions of Death/End of the World. Implied Breeding Kink.

A/N: The first of the prompt fills for my request event; the prompts were “Jamie Winton + Desk Sex + Awkward Flirting”. I must admit, the "awkward flirting" part of the prompt kind of got away from me, so I'm instead interpreting it as Jamie reacting to the flirting awkwardly. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Word Count: 2879

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Well, this is the man I fell in love with, you think to yourself, idly playing with a loose thread hanging off of your skirt. You sigh, looking at him hunched over his desk, scribbling away at some paperwork. Some paperwork that really didn’t need to be done, considering that the world was going to end in approximately two weeks, and everything – this bank, all the paperwork, and the two of you – would be gone, like it had never existed in the first place.

But he loves his routine, and so he continues to show up to work every day even when no one else does. It makes him feel calmer in the face of death, he would insist.

You only wish that Jamie had instead decided to spend all of the time he had left with you, but at least he’d conceded today, and asked if you could stay by his side while he worked. Unfortunately, he decided he needed to stay late tonight, and as the evening became later and later, you grew increasingly impatient. Jamie was so focused on his work that he hadn’t noticed any of your exaggerated, exasperated sighs, which had been all a ploy to grab his attention.

This just won’t do. You’re determined that you’re going to tick at least one thing off of your bucket list before that comet destroys everything. So quietly, you stand up, removing your jacket and draping it over the back of your chair. Jamie doesn’t seem to notice that you had moved.

To demand his attention, you break the silence - which had been lingering for at least half an hour at this point - first by clearing your throat, and then by speaking up. “I think you should take a break,” you tell him, keeping your tone soft and relatively neutral. You don’t want him to know exactly what you’ve got in store for him just yet.

Jamie’s hand doesn’t cease moving, continuing to focus on the paperwork even as he speaks to you. You cross your arms over your chest, mildly irritated at not being his top priority. “I’m almost done, sweetheart. I know you’ve been waiting a long time, but I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

“You said that an hour ago, Jamie,” you say, with yet another sigh.

Now it’s Jamie's turn to sigh, and you can tell from his eyes that he feels guilty, but his gaze is still locked firmly on the paper in front of him. “I know. I’m really sorry, but I do mean it this time.”

“Well… this is important, and it can’t wait.” Finally deciding that it’s time to just take what you want, you put yourself between Jamie’s chair and his desk, blocking his view of his work. Your boyfriend looks up at you with confused eyes, only for you to lean towards him, your lips so close to his ear that they touch it when you begin to seductively whisper. “I want you to fuck me, Jamie.” Your hand rests on his thigh now, and you feel him tense beneath you. “On this desk. Right now.”

With how close you are to him, you can hear his breath quicken at your words. You smile to yourself, your hand taking a firmer grip on his thigh. Jamie blinks rapidly, trying to find the words to respond to what you’ve just said. “Love, we… we can’t do that…”

“Why not?” you ask him, and pull back to be able to look into his eyes as he considered his answer. His cheeks had gone that shade of pink that you loved, nearly the same shade as those pink boxers he always wore. You trailed your hand further up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his already hardening cock. “Come on, are you seriously telling me that you’ve never thought about it?”

Jamie stays silent, the blush on his cheeks only getting brighter and brighter. He awkwardly fidgets with the buttons of his jacket, trying not to betray the fact that he definitely has thought about it. When the day was getting far too stressful and he knew that you were the only one who could bring him any comfort. Or when you’d come into the bank to visit him, and his eyes couldn’t help but linger on the parts of your thighs he could see, uncovered by your short skirt. He’d certainly thought about it, but it was just that; a fantasy. One that shouldn’t be replicated in real life, owing to how utterly inappropriate it was to have sex at work.

“You haven’t thought of me kneeling down under your desk, unzipping your trousers and taking you into my mouth? No one else can know what I’m doing, so you have to try and keep a straight face when I’m making you feel so good?” Your hand leaves Jamie’s thigh, and his eyes flicker up to you, mourning the loss of contact. Instead, you shift his paperwork out of the way, and take a seat on his desk right in front of him. “You haven’t thought of sweeping everything off the desk and fucking me on top of it? Because I certainly have. Every time I step foot in this place. After I leave, I always find myself needing to, well… take care of business.”

Jamie takes a sharp inhale, overwhelmed by the fact that every time you visit him at work, you end up touching yourself to the thought of him fucking you on his desk. Part of him wonders how long you would wait to do it. Would you wait until you got back home? Or did you sometimes find yourself so turned on that you couldn’t help yourself but do it in your car, before you could even think about driving home? He swears under his breath as those images invade his mind. Already, his resolve is beginning to slip, and the paperwork he’d been trying to finish seems far, far away, to the point that he barely remembers it.

You know that Jamie is so close to giving in, and you’re so close to getting what you want. You cross one of your legs over the other, drawing his attention to your thighs, before speaking again. “Come on, honey, what’s the harm? It’s just the two of us here, the place is all locked up… you can do whatever you want to me, and no one will see or hear us.”

With that last push, something in Jamie’s eyes changes and before you even know it, he’s on his feet and pushing your legs apart so he can fit in between them. One hand tangles in your hair as he crashes his lips against yours with an almost bruising roughness, while the other rapidly slides up your thigh until it’s beneath your skirt and the tips of his fingers are millimetres away from touching your panties. You smile into the kiss, feeling Jamie’s very prominent erection, and you bring your hand down to brush your fingers against it through the fabric of his trousers. At this contact, Jamie deepens the kiss further, making you whimper and leaving you breathless.

Jamie’s just about to push you down onto the top of the desk, but suddenly he notices all of his work supplies and stationary still in their proper places sitting on the surface. “Hold on, I, uh… I need to get this out of the way.” To your surprise and horror, Jamie pulls away from you, starting to pick up all of his things and placing them meticulously on the other end of the desk. It baffles you to understand how he could even have the presence of mind to think about a few pens and sticky notes when you can barely think at all.

For a few moments, you simply watch him as he goes along, neatly rearranging things. It’d probably be funny if you weren’t so horny, but you were so you could hardly see the humour in it. When Jamie gets close enough to you, and he reaches out to grab the stapler that was beside your leg, you take hold of his wrist and stop him in his tracks.

“I’ve been waiting patiently all day,” you tell him, pouting. He opens his mouth to say something, probably about how it would take just a little bit longer for him to be done, you quickly cut him off. “None of this stuff is going to matter for much longer, Jamie. Please, don’t keep me waiting. I need you.”

Jamie hesitates. His eyes flicker between your face - as you look up at him with pleading eyes, flushed cheeks, and biting your bottom lip - and the stapler beside you. Then he looks again. And once more. After that, it only takes a few more seconds of consideration before he pulls you off the desk and brushes all of the remaining items off of it with a sweep of his arm. You barely even hear the sound of work supplies clattering onto the floor, before he lifts you onto the desk and pushes you back so that you’re laying down on the surface.

His lips are on yours in an instant, though they don’t linger there for long. Soon his kisses are trailing down to your jawline and then to your neck, where he sucks a mark into the sensitive flesh. All the while his hand slips back under your skirt, grabbing at your panties and pulling them down your legs. You do your best to lift your lower body up to make it easier to remove them, though it’s a little difficult with Jamie on top of you. He manages to get the pesky garment out of the way, letting them fall to the floor before his fingers are teasing at your already soaked entrance.

You moan loudly as one long finger slips inside of you, your hand gripping onto the fabric of Jamie’s shirt. A similar noise escapes Jamie when he feels how tight and wet you are, even around just a single digit. He begins moving his hand, eager to stretch you out so you’ll be able to take him. A second finger quickly joins the first, and before long, a third one does too. You’re squirming and whining as Jamie prepares you, wrapping your legs around him so tightly that it’s difficult for him to pull away.

He manages however, and once he’s withdrawn his fingers from you, you sit up a little so you can watch as he unbuckles his belt, before pulling his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his painfully hard cock from its confines. “Are you ready?” he asks, his voice slightly deeper than usual, and you immediately squeak out an affirmative answer, your eyes locked on his intimidating length. Once you’ve given your consent, he’s back between your legs and flipping your skirt up, before slowly, carefully pushing inside of you.

It stings a bit as you struggle to take him in - though that's true every time you have sex, regardless of how much time he puts aside to prepare you - and once he’s completely sheathed inside, you close your eyes tightly and grasp Jamie’s shoulder, adjusting to the feeling of being so ridiculously full. As you do so, Jamie presses his face against the side of yours, whispering soft, soothing praises in your ear as his large hands massage your thighs in an attempt to make you feel more comfortable. With each passing second, the pain fades away, and is replaced with a burning desire for him to just start moving already. For him to fuck you until you’re both pushed over the edge.

A quiet, strained “Jamie, please”, seems to get the point across, and he pulls back to look at your face, wanting to make sure that you’re ready. You nod, a whimper escaping you, and you brace yourself as both of his hands come to hold your hips.

Jamie starts off with slow, shallow thrusts - though they’re more than enough to have you gasping out loud, and scrambling to wrap your legs around his midsection once again. You tuck your arms beneath Jamie’s own, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. 

His lips find their way back to yours, your messy, open-mouthed kisses only being interrupted by the moans being pulled from both of you as Jamie begins to speed up the pace of his hips. With every thrust he’s managing to hit that sweet spot inside of you, making you squeeze him tighter with both your legs and hands.

Eventually the kisses become impossible to maintain, with how you’re practically gasping for air, so Jamie’s lips return to your neck, gently nipping and sucking and marking you even more. Now his pace is getting faster, rougher, and it’s making your head spin. You try to speak, to beg for him, but all that comes out is semi-coherent babbling; sobbed out curse words and the word “please” over and over.

Jamie knows that you’re close. He can feel it from the way you’re squeezing around him unbelievably tight, how your hands are struggling to find purchase against his shoulders but your grip is failing. All you need is that last little push and he has to do it quickly, because he knows that he’s going to come soon too, and he’ll be damned if he finishes before you’re satisfied.

He manages to pry himself from your grip and you whine at the loss of contact, but once he’s pulled back a bit and begun rubbing circles on your aching clit with his thumb, you’re no longer complaining. This combined with his deep, rough strokes has you coming hard within moments, bucking your hips up against his as your cunt pulsates around his cock. Jamie does his best to go on for as long as he can, to prolong your climax as much as possible, but soon enough it’s too much for him. He buries himself inside you as far as he can, his hips stilling with a long, breathless moan of your name as he fills you with his cum.

You feel almost like you’re seeing stars as you come down from your high, your chest moving up and down harshly. Jamie’s peppering soft kisses all over your face, murmuring sweet praises and pet names into your skin as he struggles to steady his breathing as well. Once you feel in control of yourself again you smile contentedly, bringing your hands up to run your fingers through his impossibly soft hair. You stay like that for who knows how long, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, so connected.

However it eventually becomes uncomfortable to remain in your current position, so Jamie has to slowly pull out, his legs still a little shaky from his orgasm. He looks down, and watches with barely contained interest as some of his cum leaks from your spent pussy, considering trying to push some of it back inside with his fingers - definitely because he was concerned about making a mess, and no other reasons - but decides against it on the grounds that you’re probably feeling too sensitive.

As he tucks himself back into his pants, Jamie feels worn out, but there’s no way he’s as exhausted as you look; nearly passed out there on his desk. Still, you give him that warm, loving smile, making him feel a little giddy, even after what you’ve just done. He has no idea why he’d been bothering with boring paperwork when he could be spending all of his time with you.

“I hate to say I told you so…” you begin, smugly but sweetly, and Jamie can’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

“But you did tell me so.” Jamie leans down to pick up your underwear, and when he’s standing back up again, he just happens to glance at his watch and his eyes widen. “Shit, I didn’t realise how late it was. We need to get home.”

He looks around at the mess he left when he swept everything off the desk and briefly considered tidying it up, but then his gaze returned to you. Who cares about a few bits of stationery and paperwork? All he wants to spend all the time he has left with you. In his last moments, was he going to be thinking about the bank and how he wished he’d cleaned up, or was he going to think of all the things he missed doing with you?

Jamie knows his answer, and he doesn’t know why he had been spending so much time and energy on something that in the grand scheme of things, didn’t even matter. With that thought on his mind, he picks up his bag, wanting to get you home and cook you a nice dinner. “Ready to head home, love?”

“Uh, Jamie?" you say, as you try and then fail to sit up. He's right there in an instant, tenderly stroking your arm as he looks at you with concern in his eyes. "I think you’re going to have to carry me to the car. Not sure if I can still walk after that.”

Jamie grins. “Of course.”

[starfall-spirit]

With You Between My Arms

Some Romance Week prompts will be attached to a romantic song.

Day 6: Ed Sheeran’s Perfect

SJMRW Prompt: Anniversary (Loose Prompt Interpretation)

Ship: This song SCREAMS Feysand

Summary: Fifty years after their original mating ceremony, Feyre and Rhys decide to renew their mating vows in the company of their family and friends.

Side Note: Mention of next gen OCs. Minor spoilers if you haven't read my fic A Court of Twisted Wisdom. This is a feysand romance piece, but because this is so far in the future I wanted to tie tidbits about the expanding family in.

“This is so romantic!” I smiled. Viviane had turned out to be a complete sucker for romance. Rhys’ and my decision to renew our mating vows before our family and friends was something she couldn’t get over. “Things like this are becoming rarer and rarer. Of course you and Rhys would do something like this for your mating anniversary.”

“Well, we didn’t exactly have a formal bond acceptance and none of our family witnessed my appointment as High Lady either.” I ignored Mor muttering about her scheming cousin. “It’s high time we did something with the family around us.”

I slid into the dress I’d wear for the ceremony, adjusting the snug bodice. Lilac fabric spilled down my body, covered by a translucent overlay of white lace. Twin silver combs swept up sections of hair on either side of my head so my face was in clear view.

Typical to the family dynamic, Rhys and I had made our guest list, telling them to wear whatever the hell they wanted. Knowing my mate as well as I did I could already picture him in a formal suit, black with silver threading at the lapels.

He’d be standing there—waiting for me to meet him with that quiet smile playing at his lips. That smile that was just for me.

High Lady.

Salvation.

Saving grace.

Mate.

His mate. His equal. His everything.

Feyre is the most beautiful High Lady.

Feyre is the most delightful High Lady.

Feyre is the most cunning High Lady.

I scoffed, throwing my mental shields into place. “Mind games?” the High Lady of Winter asked. Oh yes, she had most definitely held Kallias to Rhys' example.

“Always,” I grumbled. Mor was reading a scrap of paper, passing it off to me with a smirk. “Apparently I wound him, shielding my mind,” I relayed to Viviane.

Poor baby High Lord. Leave the ladies alone, I wrote back, watching the scrap vanish.

Temptation prevailed when the paper reappeared despite my command.

Feyre is the best lover a male could wish for.

Viviane glanced over my shoulder to read it. “Oh, he’s terrible.”

“Who?” I heard my niece ask as she entered—our last arrival for endless reasons, I'm sure. Though she was only approaching forty, she had found her mate at a considerably young age for the fae and taken on many responsibilities in his family's territory.

"Your uncle, of course. Fifty years together and the flirting is just as terrible as it was in the beginning. It's been a while since you came home. Is everything okay in Orynth?"

She smiled, hugging me. "Just really busy lately." Now a princess-a future queen, that seemed to be a common answer for her. The winter holidays in Terrasen seemed to be just as significant as those in the Night Court.

"And is everything okay with you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Other than dealing with my insufferably overbearing mate and in-laws, you mean?" Her hand slid over her slightly swollen stomach. She was about fifteen years older than I had been when I was pregnant with Nyx. "Everything is on track, as far as the healers there can tell. They cleared me for crossing to Prythian whenever I need to until I'm closer to delivering."

Her abnormal gifts had become widely known among the citizens of Terrasen, as well as a select few foreign friends of the Galathynius family.

"By the way, I'm here with a ten minute warning," Ayla said. "Orlon and I ran into Dad when we arrived."

"Because he's such a stickler for time," Nesta muttered, cleaning up the minimal cosmetics behind me.

I grinned. "Well, ladies, we can be."

~~~~~

Human, fae, or anything in between, my mate was a vision.

Over the years we'd spent together, Feyre had worn each and every gown my mother had made for her-then wore them again. Somehow this one had been overlooked. Lace-covered lavender-likely a teaser to what lay beneath-pooled down from the form-fitting bodice. The color was lovely against her skin tone, paler than usual as late autumn training demanded extra coverage with the coming chill.

"High Lady," the priestess murmured as Feyre joined us, just glancing at our gathered friends and family.

The Inner Circle. Our brothers and sisters. Cousin. Dearest friend.

Our children and theirs.

Gwyn and Emerie.

Helion, Kallias, Vivian.

Our circle had broadened these fifty years.

I think we've given Viviane another thing to pester poor Kallias about, Feyre joked. She's a hopeless romantic.

I smirked. Good.

The priestess opened the ceremony, entwining our hands in a white ceremonial cloth which had been embroidered with symbols recognized through our court and the entirety of Prythian as symbols that bind. Purity, loyalty, honor, promises.

"Your vows, High Lord."

I held Feyre's gaze, running my thumbs across the backs of her hands. "We didn't have an easy beginning." She snorted. "There were difficult moments. Moments of a seemingly endless unknown. But the one constant was you. My mate. My anchor. My council in ways the others around me couldn't quite be. Someone who saw me—every kind and cruel part of me—and never shied.

"My salvation. I prayed for a thousand years with you, Feyre. For an eternity to have and hold. Honor and cherish. I don't know if that will ever be enough."

She swallowed, silver lining her eyes.

"You were insufferable," she blurted. Whether that was part of her rehearsed vows or an impulse, I didn't know. Those gathered got a kick out of it either way. "You still are, actually. Utterly shameless." I grinned. "And I love you more for it. For bringing me out of the dark, picking up the pieces.

"And you're right. Eternity won't be long enough. Here's to facing the next unknown. Together."

Before the priestess could grant me permission I had shifted my hands beneath the loosely wrapped fabric, tugging my mate against me and kissing her for all to see, taking the first step to the next unknown.

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