#James Marriott x reader

[despairat6oclock]

Espresso Hearts

Synopsis: an artist and musician who finds comfort in a stranger's silence.

fem! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 890~

Contains: Fluff

Warnings: none really

[m.list]

The soft settle glow of the sun painted a perfect picturesque scene as it fluttered through the coffee shop windows.

The golden light casting perfectly across the wooden floors of the shop. The shop was less crowded than usual at this hour, giving the chance to actually acquire a seat and get some work done.

On his daily coffee run, James took his time walking down the path to his favorite coffee shop. The sky had just the perfect amount of clouds that painted the perfect backdrop without it being too chilly.

A soft hum of amusement evaporated against James’ vocal cords at the sight of a not so clustered shop at this hour.

With his laptop, and small pocket book, James was now grateful he had packed the two mediums; maybe he could find some inspiration.

And maybe that inspiration was perched inside a corner also searching for the same.

Ordering his usual, fingers tapping against the counter top as he waits for his drink, James takes a look around.

Majority of the shop's tiny booths were filled, with a few empty scattered around James would have to settle with. Unless.

Lounging beside the window, the sun perfectly highlighting her like she was a beacon he was always meant to find.

Mindlessly sketching inside a leather bound notebook, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few strands hanging out and a sweater the color of green leafs in springs.

With his iced coffee in hand, James makes his way over to the enticing women in the far corner.

“Excuse me... I was wondering if I could sit here? Just for a few minutes.” James pips up, nerves igniting within him.

“Go ahead” was just a soft mutter from between her lips, nothing more and nothing less. Not even a glance at him.

The chair screeching against the floor it's dragged upon, James sat directly across from her. Eyes not so secretly appearing down onto the pages of abstract lines and void of color. Besides her was a half drinking plastic cup of matcha and a barely touched espresso glass that had a perfect peachy lipstick stain.

Pulling out his own notebook and laptop, James took this opportunity to revise some lyrics that had been racking his brain.

Minutes tick by so quickly, that half an hour had gone and both barely moved a muscle or breathed a word. The music of a pencil rough against parchment led James' eyes to the women's notebook once again.

The lines that had seemed to lead nowhere was now a perfect contracted top-half of a person. With an oddly familiar pair of glasses and disheveled hair, and the same tuff on the collar of the jacket as James wore.

She must have felt James staring, as her eyes worked their way up to his as they gazed down at her work.

Her hand spreads out across the paper, each digit attempting to hide what was already seen.

“I'm James”

His smile held a charismatic charm he was unaware he had.

“Y/N”

She answered with a simple nod, her voice the same soft pitch as before.

James' smile never flatters as he presses save on his document and focuses back onto her.

“You come here often?”

“Some mornings after a run,” Chewing her bottom lip as her eyes don't know where to land. “And you?”

“Most days, it's a part of my little morning routine.”

Gesturing towards the scene of the notebook and laptop laid before him with her chin, “What are you working on?”

“A song”

“You're a musician?”

“Mhm.”

Seeming to take it in with a nod, “Can I hear something of yours?”

Trying to play off the heat that rises onto his cheeks, pulling out some earbuds before offering one to her.

“Here uh…”

Palms clammy as he pulls up an audio file that starts playing a bit too loud. Causing both to wince as James hurried to lower the volume.

“Sorry sorry!”

Awkwardly chuckling while he intensely observed her. Each small head movement and quite hum a criticism he mentally wrote down.

“You're really good”

“Really?” Stumbling over his syllables as he quickly takes back the earbuds she was gesturing over.

A nod as she folds over a ribbon onto her sketch and closes its cover, “Do you release it on anything?”

“Just the normal platforms” he coughed, fingers tracing the lines and indents of his cup’s lid.

Looking out the window, the sun intensified the shine of her eyes as she watched the traffic go by.

“Would you like to do this again?” With a tilt of her head as she glanced over James’ face.

With a gulp of nerves and a flutter in his chest, “Y-yeah, love to.”

Tearing off a piece of napkin her now empty espresso sat upon, scribbling down an array of numbers.

“Call me” she smiled, her tone an octave louder with a dose of confidence.

Sliding the corner of paper to the man across from her, before settling her belongings into a small drawstring bag.

“See you.” James forced out as she moved out of her seat.

Walking by, hand delicately ghosting against his shoulder as she walked past towards the door. Nothing more than a fantom of a touch, one that closely mimics the growing feeling within his chest.

[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.

[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!

[ghostyvamps]

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

[cherryy-slushy]

SAY IT WITH ME.

I love james Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott. I love James Marriott.

[octaneink]

‘Cause I'm alive when I feel you pressed up to my side

James Marriot x Fem!Reader

Summary : James simps through music Warnings : None (Unless you count me writing James as a sap) Notes : I saw the pictures taken by vap0rize_ on TikTok and my mind spiraled. I am so sorry if this is out of character for James. It is also based on a song called Happy Slides by Daily J!

The sun had barely crested the horizon as James stared out of the dust-splattered window of the tour bus with a notebook and pen in hand, his heart once again feeling heavier than the luggage stored beneath him. The vast, warm and bright expanse of the Australian motorway stretched before him, a stark contrast to the cosy flat in Brighton he'd left behind in the UK with the girl who'd captured his heart. The quiet hum of the engine had been his lullaby for days, a deafening contrast to the music he performed and the roars of crowds at each event.

The band members were scattered throughout the bus. Jago knocked out on one of the chairs with a pair of eye masks and ear plugs on, Matt and Jono individually flipped through well-worn dog-eared pages of books. Sam sat quietly moving his fingers on his guitar, mindful of making any noise, and Lou sat at the wheel.

James tapped his pen on the book, the page made looked like it had more things crossed out rather than actually containing legible words. The most recognisable being ‘song for you’, which made him think. Would you see it as cheesy? Would you even want a song dedicated to you? The both of you had only been officially dating for five months, slowly dancing around each other for eight, and been friends for two years. Was he coming on too strong?

Huffing, he flipped back a few pages to where the lyrics began. His pen hovered over the words, lightly tracing the lines he'd scribbled down weeks ago late in the night. The words bringing memories that held a warmth that bloomed deep within his chest, a melody of a time he struggled to capture at the moment. 

The words were created weeks ago before James left for his newest tour. Harsh winds shaking the bins under the window of their shared flat. The flat itself was warm, cosy, with a strong smell of aromatics as his girlfriend cooked their last meal they’d share for a while, and the occasional meow from Otto. James smiled softly and stared adoringly at her as every time the cat meowed, she’d respond in return, pretending to hold a conversation with him. 

He felt like a disgusting sap every time he thought about anything that was related to her. Her infectious laughter, and how the way her smile had a way of reaching into his very being — where one look, he’d melt, any stress he’d feel before having magically disappear. In the small, shared space, she had become more — his muse.

The pages fluttered as he flicked through them, revealing a photo of the three of them taped to the inside cover of the notebook. It was a Polaroid, peeling at the edges, the tape lifting as James did this for the 3rd time when he got a new notebook. She was cuddling Otto in her arms, while he had one of his arms around her waist. She faced the camera, eyes squinting slightly, with smile lines sprouted from them, while he looked at her with an utterly lovestruck expression it made his head hurt. Before her, he didn’t know he could look at anyone like that.

James blinked back to the warm tour bus as he read the words again. “Let's never leave this room.” he mouthed to himself, the memory of her voice echoing in his mind. The three lines on the page had come to him as naturally as her smile had stolen his heart—unexpected, unassuming, and utterly captivating. 

Though, he struggled to complete the piece. 

“James, you okay, mate?” Lou, peered at him through the rearview mirror, his eyes bleary with the remnants of last night's sleep and today’s early rise.

James looked up, his gae lingering on the horizon. “Yea mate, just tired.” he answered.

Lou nodded, the minutes pass between them in silence, then the bus lurched suddenly. “Shite.” Lou spat, turning the indicator to merge safely into the hard shoulder. The engine thwapping through the way, before it gave one last, loud, thwap and sputtered to a halt. 

The sudden silence was jarring, and the lads looked at one another with a mixture of shock and annoyance. 

“Bloody tour bus.” Matt muttered from the back, breaking the silence, and a round of groans and complaints ensued.

“Right,” he said as the others started to get up, “I’ll sit somewhere and keep out of the way. I doubt I would be of any help.” Noises of agreement bid him goodbye as he walked out of the tour bus with what he had on hand. As he walked away from it, he placed the pen as a bookmark and closed the notebook with an audible snap. Then, walking over the short metal fence, he sat on it facing the bush. 

A few minutes passed of him mindlessly humming an imaginary tune, then his mind raced with a sudden spark of inspiration. He knew he had to write it down it before it slipped away. He turned back to his notebook, the lyrics that had once felt so elusive now flowed from his pen like a river released from its dam.

The words picked up from the picture of their lives together in Brighton—the way the light hit their living room when she drank her morning cup, the sound of her socked feet on the wooden floor as she danced around Otto, who chased the cat toy in her hand playfully. 

As the bus sat there, a silent sentinel on the side of the road, James wrote until his hand cramped. He didn’t notice the passing cars, the sun rising higher in the sky, or the sound of his bandmates talking with a stranger about the breakdown. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the symphony of words that played out on the page before him.

Finally, with the sound of a distant tow truck approaching, he scribbled down the last word, with the tune clearer in his mind, he smiled broadly staring down at it. 

In the back, the driver of the tow truck climbed out, a burly man with an interesting hair cut and a kind smile. “Looks like you’ve got a loose fan belt, lads. We’ll have you sorted in no time.”

James nodded absently, his mind still lost in the world he’d just created in his notebook. As the band members moved to stand by him, and with the mechanic tinkering away, he remained seated on the metal fence, the song becoming clearer and clearer as the moments passed by. 

Humming the tune absent-mindedly and tapping the pen on his thigh as the beat caught the attention of Jogo. He looked over silently at James’ notebook, reading the words on it, a smile slowly started to spread across his face, “You fucking sap.” 

James startled, looking over him and seeing Jogo’s smug smile. James rolled his eyes. 

“What do you mean by that?” James replied, playing it off as if he wasn’t aware of what he had done.

Jogo snickered. “Don't play dumb with me. You've got hearts in your eyes and her name paraphrased multiple times all over your page.”

James felt his cheeks warm, and he quickly slapped the notebook shut. “It's just a song.”

The band members, having heard the exchange, gathered around curiously. “What's he got?” Matt asked, peering over Jogo's shoulder.

Jogo pointed the notebook out. “Looks like James here is feeling romantic. And he's been keeping it from us.”

James rolled his eyes again, “It's just an idea. Nothing serious.”

But the excitement on their face was palpable. “Come on, man,” Sam said, clapping him on the back, “Don't hold out on us. What's the new tune?”

With a sigh, James realised he couldn’t keep it from them any longer. He'd written it for her, but he didn’t expect the others to know of it so soon. “Okay,” he said, “But if it's shit, you can't laugh.”

The guys chuckled and stood closer around him, expression eager. He began to hum softly, the pen tapping on his thigh with a beat, then he took a deep breath and began to sing.

As melody grew, filling the surrounding space, and their eyes lit up as they recognised the potential. “That's a hit, James!” Jono said, clapping his hands.

James felt his cheeks flush under their praise. “It's just the start, really. Nothing special yet.”

But their enthusiasm was infectious, and each of them asked questions on what part they fit into as they drove off in the newly fixed tour bus. And as they pulled up to the new hotel near the venue they would play the night, Lou said “We'll make it something special, mate.” said with a grin, already tapping the rhythm on the steering wheel of the bus.

So, every night before they went on stage, they'd gather around on the stage, dim lights as production set up around them. James with his guitar, Sam with his bass, Jago with the drums, Lou with the keys, Matt and Jono on their guitars. They'd play around with the melody, adding bits and pieces, turning James' quiet confession into something that could shake people’s hearts.

The song grew into something that didn't just belong to James any more, but to all of them. It was a piece of their collective heart, a love letter to a girl they hadn't met but knew well through James' stories.

The days leading up to the last concert were a whirlwind of rehearsals and whispers. The band dropped hints to their eager fans through social media, building anticipation. Edits on TikTok popped up with a silhouette of James and his guitar, with the words 'Surprise at the end??' were in bold in the video’s descriptions. Many fans not in Australia called for the last concert to be streamed illegally. As for the people that were there, they were vibrating with excitement as the date grew closer. 

The hours before the last concert, James sat in the hotel room, his heart racing as he went over the lyrics for the final time. He could hear the muffled sounds of the city outside, but all he could see was her face, imagining her reaction to this song. He hoped it would reach her in Brighton, that she'd feel the same way he felt when he wrote it—alive.

As the sun set on the last day of their tour, the band's nerves were palpable. They'd been playing together for a while, but this was different. This song was personal, a secret shared with a crowd of strangers. The venue was packed, the lights were hot, and the air was thick with anticipation. The crowd roared as they took the stage, and James looked out into the sea of faces.

The setlist flew by, each song a stepping stone to the grand finale. The energy built, and the crowd sang along to their favorites, their voices a symphony of love and longing that echoed through the speakers. 

And then it was time. 

The stage went dark. A single spotlight fell on the band, and Jogo started the song with his drums, teasing a quiet introduction. The rest waited, their instruments poised, ready to bring the song to life.

The crowd, once lively, was silent, holding their breath for James to start singing. 

As they played, James couldn't help but think of her, her laugh, her smell, the way she'd look at him when he played her his favourite tunes. He sang with every ounce of his soul, hoping she could feel it, hoping she knew it was for her. And as the last chord rang out and the applause erupted, he knew he had given her a piece of himself that no one else could ever claim.

The aftermath of the show was a blur. 

One moment he was on stage singing his heart out for the world to see, then he was in the quiet hotel room, luggage packed for his return home in the morning. 

He picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over her number. He'd call her when the dust settled, when he could finally hear his heartbeat without the deafening applause. He had so much to say, so much to tell her about the journey this song had taken him on. But for now, he leaned back in the bed and closed his eyes, the echoes of the music still playing in his ears, a promise of what was to come when he finally returned home.

The flight home was a blur of airport terminals, screaming people, and sleeplessness, but the moment his feet touched the ground in London Gatwick, his tiredness evaporated. He took the earliest train, then a cab straight to their flat. It was late, and the lights were on when he arrived.

He knew she'd be waiting.

James placed the key into the lock, turning the key and stepped through the door. He removed his shoes, put on some slippers and took of his coat, hanging it up by the door. Then he walked into the livingroom. He saw her, curled up on the sofa with Otto in her arms. 

She looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw him, and for a moment, he forgot all about the tour, the bus breakdown, the song. They rushed into each other's arms, and everything felt right again.

“Welcome home.” he hugged her tighter, “We missed you.”

He pressed a kiss on her head, “I missed you both too.” 

James moved them so they sat at the sofa, limbs intertwined “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

She smiled mischeviously up at him “Oh, I think I may have an idea.” pecked him on the lips “I think everyone online has an idea.”

James felt his cheeks redden slightly “Well, it's not like I was keeping it a secret or anything...”

They both laughed, and she cuddled closer into him, her head resting on his chest as they sat on the sofa. Otto jumped up and nestled in between them, purring contentedly.

“But seriously, James, it's beautiful. Thank you.” she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

He kissed the top of her head, and they sat there watching the tv “It's true, you know.” he said, looking at her.

Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she looked up at him, then she leaned in to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “I know.” she murmured, smiling. James puled her tighter to his side as her next words left her lips, “Let's never leave this room. What do you say? ‘Cause I'm alive when I feel you pressed up to my side”

I will say it with full CHEST, when I saw those pictures taken by vap0rize_.... IT WAS OVER

I HAD NO THOUGHTS LEFT

I felt absolutely filthy I had to make something cute to make up for it. I hope I hit the mark!

On another note this is the song that inspired this fic. Idk how to make it smaller 😞

[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

[mswmaximoff]

Time to start writing ✨FANFICS✨

I’ve been debating on and off for the past month on starting to write again. This time I’d love to start writing for some of my favorite brits!! I don’t know what prompts to start with and who to do them for. So I’m opening my inbox for requests. I can’t promise they’ll be amazing, but I will do my best to write what y’all want ❤️

With that being said, I will write for:

George Clarkey

Arthur Hill

Arthur TV

Chris MD

Harry Lewis

WillNE

James Marriott

And if you don’t see a name here you want, please ask, I might be willing to write for them!!

Out of respect for spouses, I won’t be writing for those that are married/engaged.

I’m pretty open to a lot. If you don’t know if I’ll write it and it’s a “touchy/taboo/sensitive” subject, just ask and I’ll let you know.

Thank you!! ❤️❤️

[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.)

[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!

[breezy141]

OPENING UP - james marriott masterlist

tw/ mention of sexual assault! || as this kind of hit close to home, i thought i would write a little something that myself and many others (unfortunately) could relate to. sometimes reading/hearing something come from a comfort person can really help.

the camera appeared so daunting now that you were about to start explaining what happened to you. as much as you didn’t want to have to explain what you went through as a young teen, you felt you owed your fans and followers an explanation.

stupidly, you started distancing yourself away from every social media platform without a reason. which of course, led to people making assumptions and spreading rumours about why you were gone for so long.

the reality was, it was starting to take a deeper toll on you due to the time of year; causing you to have such a lower outlook on life, your motivation levels were horrendous.

with much talking with james, your boyfriend, you both decided it would be best to explain what’s happened so it can be done with for once and for all. he gave you some words of encouragement before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom so you felt more comfortable.

exhaling deeply, you pressed the record button and started off with a simple hello, giving a trigger warning and explaining what you would be talking about. you knew this was about to be a raw and emotional video so you apologised in advance.

then, you started. the further you went on, the more tears fell. trying your hardest, you simplified the story as much as possible so it was less to edit and less of a watch time.

once you were finished, you sobbed into your hands uncontrollably. much to your luck, james had heard and had entered the room; wrapping his arms around you. he didn’t dare say a word, not yet. he waited, and waited, he waited for how ever long it took for your sobs to dull and your tears to slow.

“i’m sorry darling” is all he said once you had burnt yourself out, you leaned into his chest. “i want the thoughts to stop, i can still feel their hands on my skin. i hate it, i hate it james” james wanted to cry with you, but he promised you and the people around him that he would be there for you, in any way shape or form.

“i know baby, i know.” he rubbed his hands up and down the side of your arm “i need you to know it wasn’t your fault, it was never your fault, and it will never be your fault” you closed your eyes and listened to his sweet words.

“wanna know a fact? every twenty eight days your skin sheds from his dead cells. that’s about thirty thousand cells every minute. which means, you are free from them. they touch is no longer on you. you are clean and you are safe”

he’s right, he’s completely right. every skin cell that that person had assaulted, is gone. it’s fallen off “thank you” you said barely above a whisper. he softly kissed your temple, and held you closer to his chest.

“did you manage to finish?” he asked with a nervous tone, you nodded your head not really in the mood to talk much.

“why don’t you have a little nap?” you were about to protest, not wanting to be left on your own “don’t worry, i’ll be with you the whole time. i won’t leave your side until you are ready, okay?” nodding in understanding, you both made your way to the bed. he helped you with getting undressed, yet he respected your boundaries and ensured he went at your pace.

you both slipped under the covers and held each other closely, not wanting to let go. “i love you, thank you for everything”

“i love you too”

[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.

[hangry-hoe]

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

[despairat6oclock]

PART TWOO request for the most recent jimbo mazza fic

yn had feelings in uni as well but moved past it because he thought jimbo was only in it for his body

since starting seeing each other, they get smoochy on a date & y/n is worried james is only asking him out for the physical aspect.

james is a fumbling mess because he's not dated guys in quite awhile but in the end after some obliviousness on both sides and stumbling around the issue, james assures y/n and it would be cool if you freestyle some lightly steamy fluff💪

-☀️

At this point, these two deserve their own full length story because how much I love this storyline (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I know you asked for fluff, but these two need to go through it some more before they get their happy ending (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

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Seven-Two-Oh

Synopsis: History always repeats itself for the two not-so-lovers.

masc! reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 1.0k

Contains: angst

Warnings: suggestive dialog and situations.

[m.list]

James wasn't sure if he should be absolutely distraught with how everything was going, or absolutely thrilled.

It was like how everything was in college, even how you pulled away after only three *official* dates.

The first date had begun like any other hang out from before. Tucked into the corner of a bustling café. Soft glow of the sun gives a halo to your soft brown hair.

Nose pointing straight down as your finger glides along the page of your song book, the same way it had gilded down him earlier this morning.

“Y/N.”

James piped, voice firm. As to pull you from your thoughts into his.

“This is a date, remember? Not a business meeting.”

“I thought you liked my music?”

“I do, but I like you more.”

James hums as he sips his iced coffee. Third one of the day.

The thing was, your music was you. It was your soul and heart. And you were starting to fear James was far from searching for this.

Closing your leather bound notebook with a sigh, pitching the bridge of your nose.

“I just remembered, I have a meeting in an hour”

You lie through your teeth, trying to seem frustrated and guilty all at the same time.

“I can walk you-”

No, please. Anything but that.

You quickly interject, insisting you'll pay and James needs some sleep anyway. Before hurrying out of the café without a look back and no clear direction of where you were going.

Not only was James not able to shake the deja vu of your university days, but neither were you. For two completely different reasons.

Everything was playing out the same, like a scratched DVD on repeat. You shouldn't have kissed on the first date, or taken him to bed on the second.

The bar table where neither of you actually ever drank, just the atmosphere was enough to have glitter running through your veins.

A simple hand on his thigh, gently stroking. Mindlessly stroking. Innocently.

Until his hand matches yours and leads you higher. Until a gasp left your lips and you stumbled out the bar with swollen lips and drunk on something far from alcohol in your system.

Or, how a simple song session turned from your fingers playing a soft tune that mesmerized James. To a completely different tone of you biting your knuckles that intoxicated his senses.

This all replayed, memories of now and uni mending and pulling in all directions.

And James couldn't be more clueless. As to why things were going south so quickly, anyways.

You wanted slow, but not in bed. In feelings. You had fallen for James so hard during your secret arrangement years ago, you had to be completely indifferent to save yourself from the sinking hole of love.

When James doesn't get a call back immediately, he panics. When your texts start losing enthusiasm only James would notice, Otto is the first to hear about it. Besides Will.

It had been one month of you canceling and rescheduling. 30 whole days of you typing. Deleting. Typing. And never sending.

Showing up at your place unannounced, the last text he had sent was a poor excuse of his cat missing you. Otto couldn't care less. But that didn't matter. The fact you wouldn't even open it had James catching the nearest train.

Was there someone else? Would you open the door flushed pink and panting with a blanket around you?

You wouldn't do that to him. Right? You were his guy. The guy that isn't like the others. The one he didn't need a pitiful dating site to find. His one.

You had to be. James wouldn't have it any other way.

Is what he told himself when you finally opened the door with a sleepy expression and trashy reality TV on in the background.

“Oh, James.”

“Oh, Y/N.”

He retorted humorously with a false smile.

“What…are you doing here? Did we have plans?”

“No I…”

Missed you.

“Was just coming to check on you, haven't talked much in the last…”

James looks at his watch, passive aggressiveness and condescending seeping through his words.

“Few days, has it been?”

Seven hundred and twenty hours. James googled it on the train here. And it only infected his mind by the hour. A sinful nasty demon possessing his soul and words.

You just looked at him in a daze, mouth gulping the air like a fish bubbling water to breathe.

“I..I know how long it's been James.”

You stuttered, words tripping over stones of anxiety in their path.

“So, you did it on purpose?”

“James I…’

Giving you a look like he wanted answers. He wanted in, you wanted him out.

“I don't want just a hookup. Maybe I was okay with that when we were younger. I wasn't but uh..that was different. I'm not him anymore. And I can't be that for you.”

James' nerves ignited. Not in anger. Or embarrassment. Or even lust.

Just pure, spiked edged, guilt.

He made you feel like another thing he could use and dispose of. Something he'd never do, to even his worst acquaintance.

and yet, you, the love of his life. Or, who he had convinced himself was. Was telling him, you thought he saw you as nothing more than a temporary lasting sensation. One he could reach on his own when desperate.

Until his body moves before his mind, arms wrapping around you. Head dipping to hide in his shoulders. A restrained sob pulling at his vocal cords.

James wanted to hold him there. Until his head stopped pounding, and his thoughts straightened out. Until he regretted this moment every time he laid in bed.

“Slow. You wanted that. And I didn't give, I'm truly sorry”

James' hands slide from your wrist, prying open your palms so his fingers could intertwine with yours.

“But I do want you, more than just…just for a sensation. I wanna feel something. Not just someone.”

This was all said with a rough mutter against your shoulder. The fabric of your sweater itching at James’ beard.

Your arm gently rubs his, trying to soothe him as the next words fell from your lips with a mumble.

“I can't guarantee anything, James. But, I can try. Again.”

[ghostyvamps]

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