#JAMIEEEEE

[adh-james-version]

Reg calling James “Jamie” is my equivalent of cocain

[sheisntyouspam]

my favourite dream was the one where i married james herondale

[grasslandgirl]

HIS HAT SAYS I, COG. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

[capybandit]

are u single

no i have a rly cute girlfriend he is actually holding my hand rn

[bubbleblowinggirl]

Then she going to say are they going to fist me in the shower 💀 and turn me into going straight

That mouth was off the chain 🤣

She did not give a fuck

[elilelibeli]

NOTHING, nothing is better than the scene after massive battle, or fight or like idk just disaster and a character is all bloody and injured and dirty before and now it’s like they are in comfortable clean clothes and they are clean and their hair is a bit wet from the shower and like they are still really injured but those stabs and scabs and injuries are still there and evident but they are all cleaned up and taken care of and the character is exhausted and like on a couch and they are just there in as much comfort as they can be and you are like whoa they fucking made it, even after the most damaging moments you can make it out and sit in sweatpants on your loves couch.

(This but Jegulus after Jamie rescues Reg from the cave)

[lakesbian]

Halfway through pulling my stuff off, tightly folding the forest green scarf into a bundle I could put in a pocket, I saw that Jamie was standing by the bookcase, a book open in front of him. “Jamie?” I asked. “One second.” I finished pulling all my stuff off, and handed it over to Gordon, who stuffed it under the bed.  I walked over to Jamie, and glanced over his elbow to see the book he was looking over. Rows on rows of portraits, with names beneath.  He gave each page only a moment’s glance. “Left arm,” I told him. Without taking his eyes off the book, he held out his left arm.  I pulled his jacket free of the arm. “Right arm.” I pulled the coat free, then handed it to Gordon. 

what did wildbow write them so cute and adorable for

[petoskeystones]

how to get my stage manager and bestie to give me some of the quilts once our schools 1930s appalachian play is over so i can make myself vests and perhaps coats

[atorionsbelt]

jamie and roy before the s2 wembley hug

[stlispenard]

these shots were so beautiful and for what

[tartt9]

jamie @ man united, 4 feb 2023

[tojisun]

the most important dad bod simon thought is when he’s fucking you in doggy and the swell of his gut perfectly slots into the arch if your back, heat and flesh pressing into every inch of your body as he weighs down on you, thrusts brutal and hard. it’s a perfect reminder of his presence— as if the fucking wasn’t hard enough to keep that at the forefront of your mind

jamieeeee my toes are curled!! this is so yummy im actually licking my screen idk hhhnh but absolutely!! (prev)

just. the way he surrounds you – fills you up – until you’re all heady and dizzy because he’s everywhere. overwhelming in the way he pumps his desires in you, waves of euphoric bliss tingling from where you feel him pressed up against you. the ripples of his fat and his muscles mingling with every thrust, reducing you into putty until all you could do is fist the sheets in hopes it can ground you.

the way he bears down his weight on your back while his arms, thick and strong, pull you up, suspending you on his cock. you hiccup a moan, garbling out your pleas, but simon just grunts in your ear, tells you how you’re such a good girl for taking him.

the way he fucks you in full nelson. folds you over before stuffing you up, and you cry at the dizzying pleasure. you don’t know what to focus on: his cock, rhythmic as it thrusts in you, or his arms folding you so expertly, or his stomach slotted against the small of your back, or his lap and how it cushions you amidst his rough pounding?

the way you mewl when simon wraps his hands around your wrists, the startling size difference making you clench around him. he huffs out a confused moan, nuzzling his nose on the back of your shoulder, before catching on your current fixation. he groans, guttural and packed with want, his thumbs rubbing soft touches along the inside of your wrists. “pocket-sized, aren’t cha?”

and the way you know his hold will leave bruises, hand-shaped marks around your wrists, your waist, your hips. or how your skin throbs at the bite marks he left, your neck sticky with simon’s spit but you’re too far gone to think of anything else other than the bubbling elation of knowing how much he’s marked you as his.

dear gods im sweating. i need him so bad

[mustainegf]

Hiiiii

can you do some kind of monster era james edging and teasing you with his fingers for hours and the moment he puts his dick inside you, you just cum ?

skom James pls let me ride you

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ²⁰⁰²

To say James was stressed with this documentary, was an understatement. So it's a good thing he had me to unwind, it always made him feel better, fingering me for hours until I simply couldn't take it a second more.

He was propped up in bed, holding my back to his chest with my legs flung to the sides. His free hand wrapped around my stomach, holding me tight as he whispered into my ear, his fingers plunging into me.

My mind flooded with thoughts of his huge cock and how much I wanted it. I had to get off on his fingers just so he'd let me have the real deal.

"You're driving me mad, baby," he growled against my neck. I could feel his lips kissing my neck and behind my ear. "Such a tight girl, gonna have to stretch you out huh?" He hissed, curling his fingers precisely at the right moment, making me squirm in his grasp.

His fingers were thick and unforgiving, the callouses on his hand roughly brushing my clit each time he worked his two fingers into me.

I whimpered as he continued his rhythm. The feeling was indescribable, having his rough hands plunge into my wetness. There wasn't anything else in the world like it. "So fucking close."

He moaned in my ear as I started bucking against him. "Not yet. I need to hear that you love my fingers." I whined, pushing myself against his hard fingers.

I was so close; I felt like I would explode any second. "Tell me," he bit out through clenched teeth. "I want to hear it. Tell me how much you love my fingers inside you. I want to hear you say it."

He continued his movements, slow and torturous, not allowing me to cum. I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Please! Please!" I begged, my fingers digging into the sheets. He knew what he was doing.

He knew how to make me beg. "Say it," he growled in my ear, his voice low and deep. "I... I love your fingers inside me," I whispered out.

"That's a good job.." He cooed. "No cumming yet though, you can take it a little longer," he greased into my ear, adding a third finger into my sopping heat.

"Fuuuuck," I groaned, shoving my ass against him.

I needed more. I wanted him to fill me up completely. I reached down and rubbed my dit, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmm," he hummed, continuing his rhythm. I could feel his dick pressing into my ass and I wanted nothing more than for him to slide in and fuck me rather than his fingers.

My hips twitched, my body thrashing as I pleaded to cum. "Convince me." He demanded.

I pushed my hips harder against him, squeezing my muscles around his fingers. "Pleeeease." I whimpered. "Come on," he crooned, wiggling his fingers deeper inside me. "Make me lose control," he challenged.

I decided to give him every once of dirty talk I could muster up, anything to cum.

"Jamie... Please let me cum, please, I'll be a good girl, Jamieeeee..." I whined.

"Alright," he snickered, pulling his fingers out of me and slapping them against my clit. I screamed from the sensation, the shock shooting straight through me.

James shifted, and before I knew it, I was being stretched to my limits, his cock bottoming out inside of me in seconds.

He didn't even need to thrust, I was immediately suffering and crying. I came just at the feeling of him buried inside of my dripping heat. "JAMES!" I yelled, his arms holding me tight as he gave a few gentle thrusts. He was clearly amused with my instant orgasm.

"Holy fuck," he grunted, pumping his hips into me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, as if he didn't know. I nodded, bucking my hips to meet his. He was so big.

I laughed softly, shifting slightly to kiss him, his hands still around my waist. "Yeah, god you're a tease..." I smiled against his lips.

[cixrosie]

OHHHH ILL CRY AGAIN

jamieeeee 🥰🥰

also his dancing in the first video he’s such a dork i love him so much

[ask-ronndoll]

JAMIEEEEE!! 🫶

also hi im alive work has been eating up my time ahahahahahauahhquah

[paladin--strait]

could you pls pls pls write strangers to lovers with Jamieeeee

warm - jamie drysdale x reader

yesss ofc!! I love this prompt with him 😆 this is really cringey, though! sorry about that. if you had something different in mind, let me know!! thank you for requesting! ❤❤

tw: slight harrassment, language, a random guy being creepy

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the smell of coffee fills my nose once again when I walk into the cafe I work at near packer park, philadelphia. I greet my coworkers, put on my apron and get to work.

"y/n! I need table 3 cleaned please!" my coworker yells out to me.

"on it!" I grab the cleaning supplies from the back and rush out to clean the table. after that table, I look around and notice more tables are not clean, some customers even having to clean their own tables.

"here! I'm so sorry, let me get that for you!" I say, gesturing for the older lady and her daughter to take a step back to let me clean the table. "again, so sorry for that! we're short on staff and today seems to be busier than usual. if you need anything let us know!" they thank me for cleaning the table, then assure me that it's alright.

I clean a couple more tables before I notice a man around my age begin to clean the table at his booth. "ahh! I'm sorry! let me clean that for you, sir!" I say and he thanks me and takes a step back.

while I'm cleaning, I can't help but feel his eyes on me. it's normal for customers to look us at while we clean, but this time it feels different. it's making me feel uncomfortable and I'm not sure whether I should tell him to stop or not since I'm almost done cleaning his booth.

I take a deep breath and just continue to clean. I try to tell myself that its nothing but I can't shake the feeling that his gaze seems to give me. "you're table is ready, sir." I take a look around and I've managed to clean the rest of the tables. "if you haven't already ordered, I can take that for you!" I say, pulling out my pad of paper and a pen.

he takes a seat in his booth. "I'll take a black coffee and a piece of apple pie." he says slowly, reading off of the menu that's been laminated and hung on the wall.

"okay, I'll get that order going for you!" I say, beginning to walk off.

"I'm not done." he says with this tone in his voice that makes me shiver. I put my pen back up to the paper, ready to write down the rest of his order. "I'll also take your number, beautiful."

his words make my eyes widen. I've only had a few people ask me for my number before and that never ended well for me, considering all they wanted was a quick hookup. which has now left me single. but I've never had somebody ask me for my number like this before.

"I'm so sorry sir but I'm not interested. I'll go get your order started for you right away." i begin to walk off when he sits up and grabs my wrist.

"what's the reason? I saw the way you were looking at me. I know you want me." he says, bending down to my level.

"I uh, I have a boyfriend!!" I yell out, a bit louder than I intended, but I hoped he would believe my lie.

"oh yeah? where is he? he's not very smart to let someone so beautiful go out and work their tail off. come on, come back to my place and take a load off." he tries to entice me, but I pull my hand back and almost quite literally put my foot down.

"no. I have a boyfriend and I love him. I would never do such a thing!" I say, my cheeks heating with anger and embarrassment. I just want this guy to leave me alone.

"come on! he won't fuckin' know. you don't have to tell him everything." he says, laughing. his laugh is scary, deep and ugly. it makes my skin crawl and gives me goosebumps from fear.

I'm about to holler for help when hands grip my waist, knocking the guys hand off and pulling me into their chest. "I believe my girlfriend told you to leave her alone." I turn and look at the man who saved me from this creepy guy and he looks down at me, eyes wide and watery. almost as if he was angry.

"she didn't tell me she had a boyfriend!" the man tries to defend himself, but my hero dismisses him. "to hell with this! you're ugly as fuck anyway." his words still cut like a knife, even though they will be meaningless later.

I turn to thank my hero but he grabs my shoulders, "are you alright? I heard everything. he had no right to speak to you that way." it's almost like he's scolding me, even though I know that's not his intent. "I'm jamie, by the way. what's your name? if you don't mind me asking, of course."

I smile at him a little and point to my nametag on my apron. "its y/n. and thank you for helping me. you're like my hero!" I joke a little. he laughs, and its infectious. the way his laughs rings out throughout the cafe, and the tone of his voice makes his laugh irresistible.

I hear my coworkers calling my name, telling me to get back to work. I realize i have more tables to clean and I should probably get in the kitchen to help make drinks and food too. "I think I have to get back to work or else I'll probably get fired for slacking on the job or something like that." I chuckle, smiling at jamie.

I hear his name being called too and I turn to see it's a group of guys about his age. one is holding up a to-go coffee, presumably for jamie. "I have to go too. I'll see you around sometime?" I nod in a agreement and we both part ways.

I thought about jamie and the incident the whole rest of the day. I even tell my friends at work about it and they tell me that I should file a police report on the guy and show them the video footage of him. I agreed and went to the station the next day and filed a report. they said they couldn't do anything since he didn't physically hurt me and they didn't have his identity, which makes sense.

with every day that passes for two weeks after that, jamie shows up to the cafe. he orders the same thing everyday and I wonder how he's not broke yet. when he asks me if he could accompany me on my lunch break, I told him yes and he told me all about his life. who he really is, and what he does for work. he tells me that he'll buy me tickets to watch him okay in his next hockey game. I told him not to since I don't know anything about hockey and I would have to take a crash course or something else to teach me before I went.

that night I watched a video about the rules of hockey and all that stuff. I learned some stuff about the teams they were going to play in the upcoming games.

and the next day, jamie shows up with a ticket in hand. "it's my team, the flyers, against the ducks. they're from anaheim. I used to play there so I thought that might be a fun game for you to watch." he explains to me after I take the ticket and punch in his order.

a couple days later and a bunch of 'introduction to ice hockey' videos later, I find myself at wells fargo center to watch jamie and his team play. as I'm walking around, trying to figure out how I get to my seat, I see a team store and I spot a jersey with the name 'drysdale' printed on it with the number 9 under it. I run in and grab my size, paying for the jersey and putting it on proudly with a smile on my face.

I finally figure out how to get to my seat and I realize that jamie bought me a rinkside ticket. one that's right by the flyers bench. I try not to think about how much that ticket cost when all the players ran out onto the ice to start warming up.

I'm looking around at everything, taking it all in when I hear a knock on the glass in front of me. I turn and see that its jamie. he has the biggest smile on his face. "you made it!!" he yells, I can barely hear him, but I nod and put my hand on the glass right where his hand is on the other side.

"jamie look!" I turn around and point at the name on the jersey. when I turn around, he doesn't look very happy with me.

"if you wanted my jersey, you should have told me and I would have given you one of mine!" he yells out. he kinda has this pout on his face, but then he smiles. "but I still love that you have my jersey on. I'll see you later!!" he waves as his coach yells something at him.

a few minutes later a guy with flyers clothing on that says 'staff' walks up to me and asks me my name, which I tell him and he hands me a lanyard. I look over at jamie and he nods his head and smiles, giving me a thumbs up. I thank the guy and look down at it. it says VIP access.

the game is brutal to watch. but it's very entertaining and I catch myself laughing at it some. but after the game ends, I'm escorted down a hallway by the staff member that gave me my lanyard.

I'm left in the hallway with a bunch of women and reporters. a few of the guys walk out and a woman goes with them. I assume that those are there wives or girlfriends??

but my eyes light up when I see jamie walking out. he looks around before locking eyes with me, smiling wide, he walks to me and the staff lets me our from behind the ropes that separate the leaving players from the people waiting to see them.

he hugs me before holding my hand and taking me with him. "what did you think of the game?" he asks, smiling at me.

I told him my thoughts and scolded him for paying so much money just for me to watch him play. he tells me its nothing and that he wants me to come to as many games as possible, so he reserved that seat for me for the rest of the season.

"jamie you shouldn't have done that!" I say, smacking him on the arm. "what if I can't come to some of those games?"

"then the seat will be empty. it's alright! I just want you to come whenever you can." he explains.

"but jamie I see you everyday anyway!" I laugh, holding his hand again. "but I did have fun...so I'll come to as many games as I can!"

he smiles and we walk outside to his car, there's already and car with its lights on beside his and jamie's eyes light up when the owner of the car jumps out, calling his name and running to him.

the two guys hug and chat a little before the other guy turns to me and says, "hi, I'm trevor. you must be y/n! jamie has not stopped talking to me about you for weeks! it's nice to finally put a face to the name." he says, pulling me in for a hug. which I kindly return.

"the famous trevor!! jamie has told me so many stories about you!" I say laughing.

"all good things, I hope?" trevor says with a nervous look on his face.

"I can't promise that!" we all laugh and talk a little more before jamie opens the car door for me so we can leave.

I can't hear what they're talking about outside, which makes me a little nervous. but I see them hug and part ways before jamie gets in his car and pulls off.

"so y/n, I know we haven't been on any dates, and I know we just met a few weeks ago and this is even a surprise for me to be saying right now, but I really like you. and I want you to be my girlfriend. I've never met a girl like you. you're always so happy and kind. and my friends have never loved a girl so much that I've been talking to like they love you. so many people tell me that you're someone worth keeping around, and I agree completely. so y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" his nervous words catch me off guard, and I think they caught jamie off guard as well.

I take a minute in silence to think it over. before accepting his 'proposal' and smiling at him brightly. he pulls into my driveway and jumps out of the car, pulling me out and into his arms, giving me to biggest hug I've even gotten.

jamie pulls away, "can I kiss you?" he says, looking at me with eyes that shine even in the darkness of the night.

"please jamie-" I can't even finish my words before he pulls me in for a kiss so electrifying that I think my whole body goes into shock. I swear fireworks just went off.

jamie spends the night at my house, and we spend the whole night talking to each other. just holding one another and embracing the moment.

jamie calls in sick for morning skate and we sleep in, tucked in my bed that is now warm since it keeps another body under its covers. the bed is warm, and so is my heart.