#James Marriott x reader

[kkpixivangel]

how does this man look like a GODDAMN sleeping beauty AIUHAAIHIUHUEIH HES SO HOT

[cherryy-slushy]

SAY IT WITH ME.

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[breezy141]

NOT LIKE THE REST - james marriott masterlist

mention of self-doubt, insecure reader :( i hope you all know you’re absolutely gorgeous and deserve all the love in the world. THIS IS LONG !!

the beat of the music ran thought out the large party venue, with every step you felt the music beneath your feet. accidentally, you felt yourself bumping into people; muttering an apology loud enough for them to hear.

you didn’t exactly want to come but, your boyfriend had invited you out; you didn’t want to say no because he was excited to see all of his friends in one gathering. there was even an opportunity they would play his music through the speakers.

so, you kept to yourself and drifted from corner to corner. james, your boyfriend, was off conversating with whoever he laid eyes on. he was a sweet soul, never afraid to talk to anyone, he was open to chitchat about anything and everything.

you had assured james that you would be completely okay on your own, getting a glass of coke every so often from the open bar was your way of making yourself feel comfortable. of course, you had seen many of your friends but you were the awkward type, the type to slip from a conversation whenever possible.

it wasn’t intentional, you were just scared.

while looking around the venue, totally unaware of your surroundings, you barged into someone. “oi! watch it, love” you didn’t recognise the voice at all, nonetheless you spun around and apologised profusely.

“i-i’m so sorry; i didn’t see you” the random bloke frowned at you and laughed “maybe if you paid more attention it wouldn’t have happened” he said before linking arms with the lady attached to his side, and walking away.

due to the interaction it filled you with a certain uneasy feeling, you felt extremely anxious. the type of anxious that made you feel queasy, the type that made you bite your lips in those certain places, the type of anxious that made you pick at the skin around your nails.

breathing out deeply, you headed in the direction of where your boyfriend said he would be. on the way, you had ensured you never took your eyes off the people around you.

as you approached the cozy seating area you seemed to stop in your tracks, you watched as you saw many pretty, gorgeous women sat around. they weren’t just any ol’ women, they were stunning!

perfect symmetry, amazing facial harmony, an hour glass figure you so desperately envied, you watched as they all laughed so sweetly, they laughed at everything; annoying or not it didn’t matter. it sounded like a sweet melody.

completely stopping in your tracks, your hands subconsciously moved to your exposed stomach. covering it, but then you remembered your thighs. god not them, you thought to yourself. i bet they don’t have big thighs.

of course they didn’t, why would they.

cutting james some slack, it’s not like it was just him surrounded by these women. it was him and his closest friends, will, mikey etc. but either way, it felt like someone had just punched you in the gut.

you felt horrible, it wasn’t his fault you felt this way. james has done nothing but show you constant love and affection, he praised the ground you walked on, he always made sure you were okay and felt loved.

trying to go unnoticed; you slipped between the crowd and found a wall to sit and sob at. your cry wasn’t one of those pretty girl cries, it was one full of emotion, tears, sweat and sadness. using the sleeves of your small top you wiped your eyes smudging the amount of eye makeup you had plastered on, in hopes of masking your true features.

james never understood why you did so, you were so so beautiful. yes, beautiful. the kind of beautiful that made you outshine every woman in existence to him. it wasn’t just your stunning looks that did it, it was your personality. yes you were shy, but he knew what you were like.

he knew you loved dancing to his music in the kitchen, he knew you loved to make him laugh whenever you thought he was off, he knew you cared about every little creature that roamed this earth, he knew YOU. and that’s all that matters.

even though you tried, will had noticed your saddened and teary eyes before you took off, he nudged james. to which he stood up immediately, not even saying his goodbyes.

after every tear you could muster up had left your body, james’ found you. leaning against the wall, staring into a lake. your head in your hand. he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“talk to me” is all he said, in such a sweet but nervous tone. turning around to face him, his heart broke. the mascara was no longer exentuating your eyelashes, it had fallen onto your cheeks. your lips were puffy, and your eyebrows were furrowed. you said nothing but fell into his chest.

your arms hugged one another, and your head lay in a certain position where you could hear his heartbeat. which admittedly, was going ten to the dozen.

“let’s go home” he took your hand in his and lead you back to a hotel where you two were staying for the night.

-

“i wish i was like them” you whimpered out, james head snapped towards you. he had put his phone down and came to sit next to you on the bed.

“like who?” he wrapped his arm around your waist and leaned into your gently.

“them girls” he struggled to know who you were on about, but soon figured it out. “baby they ar-” he was about to start until you interrupted him.

“they were so pretty. perfect everything, why can’t i have that? since i was younger i’ve alway tried to be better. be prettier. they looked at you so..so adoring. like they know they could steal you away in moments. i honestly wouldn’t blame them for thinking that. i mean, look at you; then look at me. i’m nothing compared to them. i have marks all over me, i have annoying freckles, i have scars. i hate it. why would you choose me..me out of everyone”

with every word it broke him, how could you think this? he wished you could see yourself through his eyes.

“i would choose you, again and again and again, in every life time. id choose you because i love you, and everything that you come with. your freckles aren’t annoying, they stunning, little do you know every night i kiss as many as i can” you looked up at him.

“yeah, and your scars? well they tell a story, a story many others can’t compare too. you are unique, and unique is better then fitting in. did you notice how those women looked the same, like the complete same. i mean like clones of each other, like out of fuckin star wars or somethin” you giggled a little from his comment.

“you, y/n, are amazing. you stand out from the crowd. no one else looks like you, and that’s a good thing. i have someone who is better then every other woman existence, you look like no other, you act like no other. you are you and id never change that for the world”

by the end, you were a teary mess, with your arms around his neck giving him the tightest hug you could. you repeated ‘i love you’ about a million times before he cut you off with a sweet kiss, one you both smiled into.

•••

REMEMBER!! you are all beautiful and deserve the world. i love you all, have a wonderful day, night, evening wherever you are 💌

[ihearttheraindropss]

people who I will write

- chuckle sandwich (ted, charlie and schlatt)

- james marriott

- qsmp

- quackity and many more!

people who I will not write for

- wilbur soot

- dream team

dividers by: @cafekitsune

[e1izaaxkles]

Bro I need an James Marriott smut rn 😭😭

You and me both, anon.

So, here. Food for both of us!

“Darling,”

MINORS DNI!

James Marriott x Afab!reader

Today James is wearing a suit for stream and god, he looks good. He looks really really good. So of course, it turns you on. You just want him to pull his pants down and fuck you. “James, please!” “Love, I can’t.” He replies to your pleading while petting Otto. “Why can’t you, because you have to stream? Why can’t it wait?” You ask as you slide onto his lap. “Yes, I’m sorry, baby. I’ll give you all the attention you want after.” “But I want it now! Pleaseee!” You whine with the puppy dog eyes that he can’t resist. “Darling,” He sighs, trying to resist you at all costs. “I can’t, I promised chat I would stream at this certain time.” You put a pouty face on and whine, this should work. “Fine. But we have to make this quick.” He says, Otto jumps off the couch and goes to eat. He picks you up and brings you to your shared bedroom and lifts the shirt you have on, seeing the dark damp spot in your underwear. “Fuck…” He whispers as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans, unzipping his fly and pulling down his jeans and boxers, just enough to get his cock out. You feel the familiar feeling of his tip against your folds and the feeling of him pushing in. You whimper as he bottoms out, a grunt leaving him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He whispers as he sets slow thrusts, quickly speeding up. He may not be going extremely fast but it’s fast enough to make you let out loud moans. He puts your legs over his shoulders and grips onto your thighs, setting faster thrusts, grunts and moans leaving both of you. “Fuck!- I’m gonna cum, James!-“ You moan out as his eyes screw shut, his mouth opening in a silent moan. “Go, ahead, darling. I’m not far behind.” He whispers as you cum on his cock. His thrusts don’t stop, they just get sloppier as he gets louder. He cums inside you with a loud groan as he fucks you through both of your orgasms, pulling out of you and grabbing a rag out of his nightstand and cleaning the two of you up. He fixes his pants and anything else before helping you change into different underwear. “Now may I go stream, darling?” He asks as you hug him. You give him a kiss before pulling away. “Of course, James.” You say as you unwrap your arms from around him and instead lay down on your side of the bed as James goes to stream.

[fallingforyouforeverr]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐓:

A/N: I love James so much his music is actually such a vibe and his videos are really funny. all the above photos are from pinterest btw.

[cigarette-scented-hotel-rooms]

pookie!

[owen-writes]

Owen Writes

Male Reader Or Gender Neutral Or FTM Reader Only

Fem aligned people may interact and read but do not fetishize. No Fem Reader requests.

Masterposts:

Main Masterpost

Doctor Who Masterpost

Nameless Series Masterpost (needs a name)

ATM, I write for:

The Doctor (9,10,11,12,14,15) - Doctor Who

Rory Williams - Doctor Who

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who

Alec Hardy - Broadchurch

Cale Erendreich - Bad Samaritan

Campbell Bain - Takin' Over The Asylum

Crowley - Good Omens (Will Do Poly Ineffable Husbands)

Saul Silva (Platonic) - Fate, The Winx Saga

Cullen Family (Platonic) - Twilight

Sierra Six - The Grey Man

Jonah Simms - Super Store

James Marriott

Lucifer Morningstar - Netflix Lucifer

Rules:

No smut! I may write smut if I want to but will not write requests that are smut. (Basically if I get horny and want to indulge, I will.)

All smut I do write is for 18+ only. You're reading my work at your own discretion and I am not responsible for what you read on the Internet.

Gore wise - no explicit descriptions but cannon typical stuff I'm okay with.

I can delete any request if it makes me uncomfortable

I'm not really a fan of AUs or anything that strays too far from cannon.

Can be a platonic or romantic relationship. Aka dad or husband? (Basically I have some deep daddy issues)

I like to have dialogue prompts to start off. But it's okay if not. (I lack the creative fuse to make up a story but can sure as hell write em.)

[hangry-hoe]

STOP BC I JUST WANNA HUG HIM FROM BEHIND AND SHIT HELP HE LOOKS SO CUDDLELY AND SHIT

[id0ntknow-whoiam]

God Forbid

james marriott x f reader angst/smut

description- he needs you to help him forget

warning- 18+, contains mentions of suicidal thoughts and self harm

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our flat glows dimly with the only light being casted off the television. i’m sitting on ghe sofa aimlessly and anxiously checking my phone.

thump thump thump thump, my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, my breath not being able to keep up.

i keep thinking back to what happened before he left. what if he actually did it? he’s not seriously going to that bridge right? he can’t he loves me. he knows i love him.

“You always say that james…how you’re so miserable, why can’t i be enough for you?” i feel my voice crack, tearing welling up in my eyes. he stands in front of my eyes glassy. “you know i’m always here for you, i understand…..”

“oh for fucks sake stop looking at me like i’m a fucking stray dog!” he snips at me

I feel my eyes fall to the floor for a moment trying to figure out what to say. I look back up at him and reach for his hand.

“darling please, talk to me. I can’t read your mind as much as I would love to, you have to talk to me!”

he flinches away from me

thump thump thump thump

that’s when the feeling that my chest was going to explode started. shortness of breath followed.

“I need some air..”

James walks around me.

“James please, where are you going?” my voice sounds like it’s miles away

he doesn’t even turn around he just slams the door behind him and I’m left with nothing but my thoughts.

he had been open with me whenever we had first started dating and he struggled with depression and alcoholism which I tried my best to help him through. at first, I thought it was helping. he got better he was my sweet boy again. but then something changed. things got worse…he got worse and the only place that he ever wanted to be was not with me, but on a bridge, so high up no one could survive a fall like that. but I don’t think he wanted to.

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It had been about an hour with still no word from him. I had been checking my phone nonstop stop sending text after text.

James, please don’t do this

I love you

won’t you call me one more time?

nothing but silence

until a few moments later my phone started to vibrate against my lap.

“hello?? James?”

“Darling it’s beautiful up here you know”

“James please come home I need you here with me”

“I feel like I can breathe, isn’t that strange? being able to breathe in London.”

he lets out a sigh, my hands start to shake

“sweetheart I’m coming to check on you alright?”

I try and control the panic in my voice

“no no no darling it’s ok I'll be home in a few minutes”

I let out a sigh of relief

“ok I love you”

my heart sank when I heard his side of the call go dead

he never said it any more

~~~~~~~~~~~~

after what felt like an eternity I heard the door unlock.

I rush over to him checking everyone I can.

he’s shaking, tears streaming down his pink-tinted cheeks.

“James what happened…tell me what you did”

I gently grab his arm looking up at him for permission. he silently nods his head. I roll up the sleeves of his hoodie. To my relief, there is nothing but the healing scars covering his arms. but nothing fresh.

I look back up and him then kiss his arms

“you aren't alone, I’m here, and a lot of people are here for you”

I see the tears continue to run down his face he looks at me with not what I thought to be love or adoration but need.

his hands rub up my arms, cupping my cheeks. that’s when he places a kiss on my lips.

at first, i’m not sure what to do, he’s kissed me so many times before but this time felt different, colder.

“James what are you?…”

he cuts me off with another kiss slowly backing me against our flat wall.

“Please I need you. take the pain away please.”

he almost whines.

his lips come to my neck kisses ever so softly.

I let out a sigh

and I let him use me. because I love him and I want him to love me and if that means that all I'm good for is making him forget then so be it.

we make our way into the bedroom I fall to the bed with him hovering above me. he lifts my blouse off me and throws it to the floor attacking my chest, sucking bruises into my collar bone.

this doesn’t feel right he isn’t normally like this

I sit up and push him back taking my bra off.

he eyes me up and down before laying back on me.

what would have normally happened was he would have taken his time, making love to me. but this was it. I knew it was. I couldn’t help him if he couldn’t help himself and he had realized on that bridge that if he wanted to live he could bear to keep hurting me.

he kissed down my stomach slipping my underwear off. I lift his head and cup his cheek making him look at me

I wanted him to just hold me one more time. but he didn’t instead he went back to kissing around my thighs.

he licked and sucked on my clit just the way he knew I liked. he moaned into me whenever I would grip his hair to keep him there. he was savoring every last drop he could have.

“F-uck James feels so good darling”

he didn’t stop he didn’t look up at me like he normally would. he didn’t mutter “Yes sweetheart you taste so good for me”

instead, it almost looked like he was on autopilot.

after a few minutes, he climbs back up my body and for the first time the kiss we share doesn’t feel like love it feels like the bitter taste of black coffee

I pull his jeans off him and toss them to the floor along with his shirt

“James are you sure you want to…”

he doesn’t let me finish what I was saying before he’s pushing into me.

“fuck” he grunts

he starts at a slow and grueling pace but quickly picks it up after I have been moaning in his ear

“Please James so close baby”

he fucks me, fucks away the bad thoughts he has, the terrible things he has been doing to himself. he lets it all out in me.

“y/n…fuck..so tight, you feel so good”

I moan at the praise but I don’t feel it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

the next morning I wake up to an empty bed. his jeans and shirt picked up from the floor. I looked at my phone to see what time it was “10:47 am”

I roll over to face his side of the bed. grab his pillow and hold it to my chest. I can’t stop the tears from falling down my face.

my phone vibrates on my dresser

I don’t look at it

I know what it’s going to say

his drawers are empty, his guitar isn’t leaning against the wall anymore.

I turn over and grab my phone

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough”

the end.

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A/N

OK SO I KNOW THIS ONE WAS A DOOZY BUT I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT. I PROMISE EVERYTHING I WRITE WON'T BE EXTREMELY DEPRESSING.

[kkpixivangel]

hear me out... what if i write james marriott smut fanfics within these as my inspo...

[eltoshaw]

NAVIGATION- eltoshaw's masterlist

🫶-fluff ❤️‍🩹-angst 💋-smut

❀ chaos crew

George Clarke

1 year-ig au 🫶

Arthur Hill

Arthur Frederick (atv)

holidays with you-ig au 🫶

♡ sidemen

Harry Lewis (W2S)

Ethan Payne (behzinga)

Simon Minter (miniminter)

Josh Zerker (zerkaa)

★ other youtubers

Will Lenney (willne)

Morgan Burtwistle (Angryginge13)

James Marriott

[breezy141]

INSPIRED - james marriott masterlist

any quotes in this are from pinterest !! i did not come up with any quotes or names of books !!

throwing your head back in annoyance you could not figure out what to write, to say you were currently dealing with writers block was an understatement. every time you thought of something to write, your brain would pick it apart and in the end it sounded absolutely ridiculous.

you were quite a popular author, you wrote books of quotes; some happy, some sad, some lustful, some angry and some romantic ones. you dabbled in full books, but they took more of a creative mind and you didn’t believe you were ready for that level yet.

the series of books was under the name the smell of books, they are the most popular amongst the more young people. people often posted pages on their insta stories, tagging you in them, which helped gain you a little more popularity.

but right now, you were sat at your desk, head thrown back and eyes closed. it was hard being an author, sometimes you will have moments where you are full of creativity and excited to write, other times you dread sitting down with your book and pen as you have nothing to jot down. it was already late at night which was only making you more anxious.

the sound of the door being pushed open startled you a little, turning around you saw your sweet boyfriend. “oh! i’m sorry i didn’t know you were in here, thought you were in bed” smiling to yourself, you shook your head.

“it’s okay, i came to write but i don’t really know what to write. you came to stream?” you asked leaning back in your chair further. he nodded softly, “if that’s alright with you darling, i don’t want to distract you or anything”

“it’s okay, i promise james.” he nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead as he walked by, he sat at his own desk and set up a couple things.

“so, no inspiration at all?” he spoke looking over at you, you shook your head feeling quite annoyed at yourself. you used to be so good in thinking of things on the spot, you loved it but now it was almost like you were running out of fuel.

“i’m sorry angel, i wish i could help; i believe you will figure it out though, you have a creative mind and always find a way” smiling sweetly at him, you thanked him for his kind words and went back to staring into space thinking.

after a while, james began speaking to his twitch chat and reacting to tik toks sent to him. it was funny watching his reaction, but what was even better was watching him laugh at such silly things.

you caught yourself smiling at the fact of him laughing, it was a cute laugh, one that could immediately light up a room. his outgoing and precious personality was so attractive to you, whether it was for a camera or not. he was amazing and extremely perfect to you.

as you watched james many ideas came to you, you picked up your pen and began writing with ease.

“he looks just like a dream, the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen”

“he found his happy in me. like i found mine in him. in us. in this.”

“a may be the writer, but you’ll always be the words”

“home is whenever i’m with you”

“when he calls me pretty i feel like i’m floating”

and many more.

giggling to yourself, you were happy you managed to get more then 2 quotes down. james noticed your sudden happiness and smiled to himself, remembering to ask you about it all once he was done.

you closed up your book and put your pen in the mug james hand painted for you as a random gift one day. stretching your arms above your head, you dragged yourself over to james and gave him a kiss on his cheek before waving him goodbye and dragging yourself further to the bedroom.

-

you were all cozied up in bed, one of james large t-shirts on paired with some cotton pink pj shorts. otto laid on your stomach giving you your own personal hot water bottle, and a large fluffy blanket was lazily thrown over you. focusing on the book in front of you, you didn’t even realise james had opened the bedroom door and made his way over to the bed.

jumping at his presence, he chuckled a bit. “i noticed you had managed to get a couple things wrote down” he got into something more cozy and had slipped under the blanket with you.

“a couple is a understatement, i got loads wrote down. loads of inspiration too” you placed your book on the bed side table and cuddled up to james, otto soon jumped off of the bed and found his way into his own bed.

“oh yeah? what kind things did you write?” he asked genuinely curious. “hmm, you can’t know yet. just know it was heavily influenced by you” he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“your adorable, i love you” he said kissing you slowly, it was full of love and passion. “i’m proud of you for sticking to your job, instead of giving up like some people do” snuggling closer, you breathed in deeply, breathing in his musky scent. a scent you loved always.

[ezraholmes]

masterlist :)

This will be updated as I write more

f - fluff a- angst s - smut

Jschlatt

maniac (f)

A pirates life for us!:

Prologue

chapter 1

Ted Nivison

Kiss (a?)

Ring? (f)

James Marriott

pookie? (f)

[e1izaaxkles]

hi hi could i have james marriott nsfw hcs if thats ok ? :3

Omg bet I’m so glad I’m getting James Marriott asks hehe

I chose afab!reader

Minors dni!!!

Calls you darling in bed (BRUH HIM SAYING DARLING- I ALMOST FAINTED ON THE STREAM FROM THE OTHER DAY🤭)

“Darling, you can take it. I know you can.” Or “It’s just my fingers, darling.”

Mostly a service dom but if you ask correctly (give him a blowjob) he’ll let you dom

I think he likes his hair being pulled on, like you’re riding him or he’s eating you out and you give a small tug to his hair? Oh, he’s done for.

If you’re on his stream he might put his hand on your thigh and slowly drag his hand up, maybe even teasing you through your underwear

If you’re being bad the worst he’ll do is edge you for a few hours. But- if you start to really beg he’ll probably cave in

He’d prob think about you giving him a blowjob while he streams but then he remembers that he just gets up too much.

I could see him being vocal

LOTS OF PRAISE

He probably talks a lot

“How does this feel, sweetheart?”

“It feels good, James- don’t- don’t stop-“

He needs reassurance that it feels good and you’re comfortable with what he’s doing.

CONSENT KING 👑

“I-is this okay, love? No, don’t just nod. I need words, darling.”

The first time you guys did it he was probably very anxious that he wasn’t good enough.

Takes lots of pictures

And maybe even videos

Love, love, loves sweet morning sex !!!

He’ll try anything you would like him to

When you top he calls you miss, mistress or ma’am

“P-please Mistress! Please, I’ll be a good boy!”

I hope you liked these, anon! It took me some thinking lol. And this is my first James ask! But, keep ‘em coming!

[ihearttheraindropss]

as a girl with a thing for james marriott i am so happy to see that you’ll write for him will send some reqs with ideas soon x

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I am a james marriott girlie too lol- but i'm glad you're happy that I will be writing james marriott :D