#Jamie Campbell bower smut

[angelst4re]

hear me out. headcanons for jamie when you ask him to be rough in bed with you for the very first time. and when he's more than happy to do it for you. and you're justOH.MY.FUCKING.GOD.

good lord i’ve missed tumblr.

jamie x gn!reader headcanons <3

just something short and sweet but also EXTREMELY NSFW LOOK AWAY RN!!!!!….. or don’t 🫶

It came to you when you were giving him head, he had his cock hitting the back of your throat and you could tell he was getting close

He thrusted his hips up and held you down so you couldn’t move, forcing you to take more of him as he came

Once he realised what he did, he immediately apologised and swore to never do it again

But you weren’t having that.

It was the hottest thing ever

“You like it when I’m rough with you, huh?” He smirked, pulling you up from the floor.

He made sure there was a safe word in place because he didn’t want to push you too far

He held your arms above your head whilst he fucked you, watching you squirm beneath him

He had you on your knees as he fucked you relentlessly from behind, one hand around your throat with the other tugging a hardened nipple

“This rough enough for you, darling?” You would growl in your ear, but you were too fucked out to respond

You had already came three times and he didn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon, yet you were still catching your breath from your first orgasm.

He had also experimented by biting the side of your neck, and it was clear to him you were enjoying it

So by the time he was done with you, you had bruises around your neck, chest and thighs

And when you finally come down from your high seeing him panting above you, messy hair, body glistening with sweat…

“We’ll definitely be doing that again, sweetheart.”

AHHHHHHHHHH

[strawberrysalve]

ˏˋ headcanons ˎˊ ୨୧ anthony  hope  ♡  reader (  nsfw  )

✧ pet names. anthony is OBSESSED with being called pet names. ‘pretty boy’, ‘good boy’, ‘sweet boy’, ‘baby boy’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘baby’, ‘angel’... all of the above!

✧ of course, he also has plenty of sweet nicknames for you, too, such as ‘princess’ and ‘my love’ and ‘darling’ – among many others. he shows his adoration for you through words because he feels that touch isn’t nearly enough to convey how much he feels for you.

✧ he has the biggest kink of all time for recieving praise. he needs to hear you tell him what a good boy he is and how good he’s making you feel. he just wants so badly to please you :(( <3

✧ he gets inexplicably embarrassed by his own come and tries to clean up his mess as quickly as possible.

✧ yours, however? that’s a completely different story. he loves tasting you. he’ll lick it off of his fingers or clean you off with his tongue in a heartbeat if you give him permission to do so.

✧ he moans “i love you” while you’re fucking him. ( and, of course, you always say it right back to him, because how could you not? )

✧ anthony likes it when you give him love bites and hickies – especially since he can hide them easily under his scarf. the thought of belonging to you is a major turn on for him.

✧ anthony is surprisingly loud in the act. he whimpers and whines a lot. he’d be shy and self-conscious about this at first, but once you reassure him that you like hearing his pretty noises and encourage him to keep making them for you, he would do so gladly.

✧ his eyes roll back when he’s close to finishing.

✧ his favorite position is cowgirl. he loves it when you’re on top of him, controlling the pace and riding him into the mattress.

✧ he’s very well-mannered in bed. he says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. he always asks for permission and he does exactly as he’s told. he’s a good boy!! <3

✧ he usually prefers for you to be very gentle with him, but he also likes it when you’re a little playfully mean from time to time. teasing him, making him beg just to be touched or kissed, edging him and denying his orgasm over and over... yeah. he likes that. of course, he always trusts you to hold him in your arms afterwards and tell him how much you love him. usually he’ll fall asleep like that as you’re stroking his hair and whispering sweet things to him.

✧ prior to the two of you living together, he’ll let you fuck him in absolutely any place you can find that’s private. he spends his life moving between the bountiful and various docks/ports, so it’s incredibly rare to have a moment just between the two of you. a risky quickie is occasionally necessary, given the circumstances.

✧ in addition to that, need i remind you that anthony is LOUD. you may have to let him bury his face in your neck or maybe even put your hand over his mouth in order to keep him quiet and not get caught.

✧ he has a kink for being overpowered. it’s particularly evident in the way he reacts whenever you pin his wrists to the mattress or push him up against a wall.

✧ one of his absolute favorite things in the world is when you’re spooning him and you reach around to jerk him off from behind. the combination of being held in your arms and the pleasure of you touching him is everything he could ask for.

✧ if you tug on his hair or bite his lip while you’re kissing him, he’ll moan into your mouth.

✧ when it comes to oral, he’s more of a giver than a receiver; he simply adores pleasing you with his mouth. making you moan, feeling your hands tangled in his hair, hearing you praise him and tell him how good he’s making you feel, getting to taste you once you’ve come on his tongue... it’s heaven for him. he especially loves when you ride his face.

✧ contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’s entirely clueless about sex prior to meeting you. he’s a sailor, so even in spite of how puritanical people tended to be in the victorian era, he’s certainly heard more than his fair share of crude stories from the men in his crew, as well as the ones he’s met during his travels. that being said, he’s still definitely a virgin before the two of you cross paths, and he doesn’t have any real sexual experience yet.

✧ he definitely likes being fucked with a strap-on. do with that what you will.

✧ he’s turned on by being ( very lightly ) choked. just feeling your hand brush against his neck or your fingers wrap around his throat while you’re kissing him drives him MAD.

✧ he giggles whenever you accidentally brush against or kiss a ticklish spot during sex.

✧ he likes for you to grab his hips and pin them down while you suck him off. a recurring theme here is that he REALLY likes getting pinned down.

✧ he gets so insanely turned on by dirty talk. all it takes is for you to tease him about how eager he is or talk about all the filthy things you’re going to do to him, and he’s already a blushing, moaning mess.

✧ no matter how rough or intense things may get, the romantic aspect of sex is very important to anthony. in his eyes, sex is a way for you to feel and convey your love for one another, and so other aspects of affection have to be present during lovemaking. kisses, hand holding, cuddling, declarations of love, just to name a few.

[oskea93]

← Take Me Away (Intro) →

OC x Jamie Campbell Bower (AU 1970s)  Warnings: TW—> This story will contain the following: (domestic violence, physical/verbal assault, cursing, sexual content, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, self harm). Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. This is a work of fiction only. I do not own Jamie or any other famous people mentioned. 

A/N: Hello again! So I decided to restart this story again because i'm currently in my JCB era and there just needs to be more stories out there featuring this man! With that being said, Jamie will not be the Jamie we know and love today. His name and image is being used, but there will be moments where he is not a very nice guy. Kind of like Caleb from Horizon. But there will also be moments where he is the lovable guy he typically is. I just want to thank those that either stuck with this fic or just recently found it!

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“So, tell me about Jamie.”

“What do you wanna know?”

The interviewer looked down at her notes, “What was life with him like – in private.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, somewhat afraid to answer. “Chaotic- “I started. “Wonderful in many ways but a total shitstorm all at the same time. He knew what to say and when to say it, but his words and actions weren’t always pleasing.”

I paused, searching for the right words to convey the whirlwind that was our life together. “Jamie was incredibly charismatic. He could light up any room he walked into, and people were naturally drawn to him. His charm was almost intoxicating; it made you feel special just being around him. But that charm had a flip side. In private, it wasn’t always so magical. There were days when his mood would swing dramatically, and you never knew what to expect.”

“How so?” The interviewer questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, slouching a bit in my seat as I reflected on the complicated nature of the person in question. "He was his own villain," I began, my voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and disappointment. "He tried so hard to make a name for himself in the industry. After years of working closely with all these high-profile artists, indulging in the debauchery they played with, he lost sight of who he truly was."

I paused, choosing my words carefully as I continued, "Your sins catch up to you eventually, and the way you treat people changes. It's like a slow erosion of your values and morals until one day, you look in the mirror and realize you're not the person you thought you were."

My companion listened intently, absorbing my words before posing a poignant question, "Was he the love of your life?" The inquiry hung in the air, laden with layers of emotion and history, hinting at a deeper connection that transcended professional ties and delved into matters of the heart.

As I delved into the depths of my memories, recounting the chapters of my life that intertwined with the complexities of rising to fame at the tender age of 17, I knew that the tale of Jamie and me would be a pivotal thread in the fabric of my story. It was a narrative rooted in scandal and secrecy, a forbidden love that blossomed amidst the chaotic backdrop of rock 'n' roll excess and the stark contrast of a preacher's daughter entwined with a man hired to shield her from the very temptations she found herself succumbing to.

We wove a web of deception, attempting to shield our burgeoning relationship from prying eyes and wagging tongues, but the silent exchanges, the subtle gestures, and the lingering gazes between us belied the truth we sought to conceal. Jamie was a force of nature, a whirlwind of contradictions that both thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. His charm was a siren song that beckoned me into uncharted waters, his humor a balm to soothe the turbulence within my soul, his love a flame that flickered dangerously close to consuming us both.

In Jamie, I found a kindred spirit, a partner in crime who mirrored my own reckless abandon and insatiable thirst for life. He was the grenade to my pin, the catalyst that ignited a chain reaction of emotions and experiences that would forever alter the course of my existence. He was the bomb to my clock, ticking away the moments until our inevitable collision, our destinies irrevocably intertwined in a dance of passion and peril.

I had always been taught that God sends people into our lives for a reason, be it for our growth or our downfall. Jamie was no exception—a temporary fix that morphed into a permanent fixture, a fixture that brought both the brightest joys and the darkest sorrows of my young life. His presence was a paradox, a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a conundrum that I struggled to unravel even as I found myself ensnared in the web of our shared destiny.

I shifted in the plastic seat, my denim-clad legs crossing tightly. “Well—” I spoke, my voice wavering slightly. “That’s quite a title to give someone who could love you one minute and then treat you worse than a dog the next.” I smiled sadly, the memories flooding back with a mix of warmth and pain.

As I penned the words that would immortalize our tumultuous love affair on the pages of my memoir, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate tapestry of fate that had woven our paths together. The story of Jamie and me was a testament to the volatile alchemy of passion and pain, of love and loss, of growth and destruction—a story that would echo through the annals of time as a cautionary tale of the perils and pleasures of forbidden love. And as I laid bare the raw truths of our tumultuous romance, I knew that Jamie would forever hold a piece of my heart, a shard of my soul, a chapter in my life that would never truly be closed.

[mikqls0n]

Please|| Jace Herondale x reader

Summary: you’ve been teasing jace all day until he can’t take it anymore

Warnings: smut

“Love, please!” You we’re teasing jace the whole day, starting this morning when you both woke up and gave jace head but then pulled away right when he was about to cum and just continued with the day.

Then at lunch when you ran your hand over jace's visible bulge and pushed your hand into his pants teasing the tip of his cock with your tumb- as you again pulled away when you felt that he was close.

Now, late afternoon jace has been following you through the whole institute, begging for you touch as you would just ignore him and he slowly gave up the hope that he would get to cum today as you just laughed to yourself- knowing the power you had over this desperate man.

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When jace stopped following you around, you decided to go shower before you went to bed.

You took of your clothes before you stepped into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for it to become warm.

You closed your eyes as you felt the warm water running down your body.

When you were wet enough you turned around to grab the shampoo bottle as you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your back against a chest.

“Jace…” you tried not to let out a moan as you felt his hard cock pressed against your ass.

“Why are you doing this to me y/n” you turned to face him as you pressed your lips against his and put one hand up to his neck,pulling him closer, as the other one slowly slides down his chest to his hard length, wrapping your hands around it as you slowly pump his cock, as jace moans into the kiss when you felt him thrusting into your hand.

“That’s right, fuck my hand baby. C’mon tell me what you want, you’ll get it”his head felt down onto your shoulder as he uncontrollably moans into your ear- struggling to speak.

“I wanna feel you… please..” he whispers as the pleasure became a little too much when he felt your tumb on the tip- just like you did at lunch

“You are feeling me”you said as your pace quickens and you felt him getting closer again.

“Wann-wanna feel your mouth around me, please angel…”you heard him whine as he bucks his hips into your hand again when he felt you pulling away from him as he signed before his head was thrown back.

It wasn’t long until you pushed jace on the wall, bringing his attention back to you as you dropped on your knees, becoming on eye level with his cock as your hands wrapped around him again when you took the tip into your mouth, running your tongue over it as jace’s head was thrown back and he had a strong grip on your hair.

You slowly took all of him into your mouth- licking up his length,until you felt him on the back of your throat.

“Fuck, just like that..” you began to suck on his cock as you thrust him in and out of your throat-pumping the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

You hear jace letting out moans which are followed with your name- telling you how good you’re taking him.

“Don’t stop angel, please”you feel him twitch inside you as you feel his cum spilling out of him, down your throat as you swallowed it all.

After jace stopped filling your mouth you get up on your feet as you pulled him into a kiss- giving him a taste of himself.

“Thank you”he mumbled against your lips.

“We should get out of the shower” you said as jace grabbed towels for you both before walking back to you room.

[jcbbby]

oooooh buddy. yikes yikes yikes. okay, this is my first just straight up smut fic. this is NOT my usual thing at all, so like…this may be absolute garbage??? I’m sorry in advance lmaoooo. this is also like, SO LONG I feel like, because I just literally don’t know how to get the fuck to the point and I just keep writing? lol side note, this is for those who have ever needed to get railed in a sun dress. ;)

If you’re not comfortable with this type of fic, please don’t read! I still love you either way! <3

Warnings: 18+ only MINORS LOOK AWAY, rpf but in an alternate universe, age gap (reader is like 19, Jamie is 34), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not try at home, kids), oral (female receiving), obvious major power dynamic issue lol, kinda a slow burn? Idk what I’m doing

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It was a warm and humid late May Friday afternoon. You walked through the courtyard, tossing your hair up into a loose bun to get it off your neck in this heat. You dressed for the temperature, wearing a short yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps, complete with strappy sandals showing off your pedicured toes. You were ready for your week-long stay in the Florida Keys, a cliché but nevertheless exciting college summer vacation. Your first year of college was ending, and the only thing that stood in your way of you and your friends’ trip was your final exam for Professor Bower’s class.

Truth be told, you were a little disappointed to be finishing his class, even though it was just a standard required English literature course. You often found yourself absentmindedly staring up at him as he sat on the edge of his desk, a pen tucked with soft blonde locks behind his ear, leading a group discussion on the assigned reading. His high cheek bones, chiseled jaw, pale blue eyes, the wrinkles that would form in the corner of his eyes as he smiled at wonderfully thought-out opinions and analyses from the students, his charming British accent.

There was that one time he leaned in close at your desk to look over your work, feeling the warmth of his body radiate against you, his cologne lingering for a few moments after walking away. How he said your name when calling on you to answer a question. How you would drift off into a daydream wondering how your name would sound leaving his lips in a much more intimate setting… You spent the whole semester in his class feeling a yearning deep in your core. You were going to milk today’s time in his classroom as long as you could. Perhaps you had also worn the outfit you had chosen for more than just the heat wave, hoping to catch his attention just once before parting ways.

The campus was quieter than usual, with many students having already finished their exams and left for the summer. You had some time before your exam and decided to stop by the café on campus for a coffee and last minute study session. After being handed your drink, you went to take a seat on one of the couches and took out your notebook, scanning over the pages of notes.

“Ah, a little cramming session?” A familiar voice said in front of you.

You looked up from being buried in the pages to see him, Professor Bower. He was dressed much more casual than usual. In a pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and a black blazer over it.

You smiled. “Oh…well, you know. Couldn’t hurt, right?” He looked incredible; you loved this more laid back look on him. Not that he didn’t look great in a tie as well. “You look like you’re ready for summer vacation.”

He looked down at his outfit and back up to you with a chuckle. “Yeah, I figured I’d tone it down for this last day, maybe help everyone relax for the exam… you look like you’re in summer vacation mode as well. You look…very nice.” He looked you up and down, lingering a little longer than you expected somewhere below your eyeline.

You blushed and felt butterflies in your abdomen. “Oh um…thank you. I-I’m heading south after this.” You cursed yourself in your head for saying it like an innuendo.

“You don’t say, how fun.” He grinned. “Well, I better go get everything printed. I’ll see you in class. Good luck on the exam, Y/N.”

You nodded with a meek smile as he turned and headed off in the other direction. All you could think about were his eyes on you, how you would have loved to see what his hands would have done, and how tightly your thighs were squeezing together.

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The classroom was dead silent during the exam, except for the scribbling of pens and pencils across pages. Jamie was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, glancing over his macbook every so often at the room. You found it hard to focus after your encounter earlier, looking up frequently to gaze at him. On a few occasions, he caught you, your eyes meeting for a brief second before you frantically and embarrassingly looked back down at the exam. He would smirk to himself as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You’re blowing it, you thought to yourself.

One by one, each of your classmates brought their finished exams up to the front, with Jamie quietly telling each of them to have a good summer.

“30 minutes left, guys.” He announced to the few of you remaining.

He looked directly at you, holding your gaze for what felt like an eternity before going back to his work on his laptop. You looked back down at your exam, now furiously writing, worried that you wouldn’t finish because of your distracted mind. Not only were you embarrassing yourself in front of the hot professor, but you would also fail his class. Before you knew it, it was just you and Jamie left in the classroom. You glanced to the clock, swallowing hard.

“Time’s up, love.” He said from his desk.

You sighed, gathering your belongings and making your way to the front. You handed your packet to him. “I uh…I didn’t finish. I’m sorry…”

Jamie tutted as he reached for the papers. “Even with that last minute study session?”

“I guess I was…a little distracted…” You shifted on your feet.

“Distracted?” Jamie leaned back in his chair. “Anything you’d want to talk about?” The look in his eyes felt ravenous, like they were reeling you in as prey.

“I don’t know…” You started as he stood up and began walking around to the front of the desk. You felt your breathing get heavier and a sudden wave of confidence washed over you. “I-I uh…kept thinking about how good you look in that blazer…”

Jamie let out a soft chuckle as he came to sit on the front of his desk like usual. “Is that so?”

You turned slightly to face him. “And…how good you’ve looked all semester...how I’ve been hoping you’d notice me…” Your entire body was electrified, being this close to him, desperately wanting his hands on you.

Jamie smirked, taking your arm and guiding you in between his slightly spread legs. Your breath hitched. His hands rested at your hips, sending aching pulses straight to your pussy.

“Darling, I’ve noticed. You always wearing those short skirts, twirling your pen in your mouth in class, not even knowing you’re driving me wild…but we both know I can’t get involved like that with a student…as much as I want to…” His voice was low, you felt his hands start to caress your hips and move towards your ass.

“But I’m technically not your student anymore…the exam is over, I’m done with your class.” You put your hands on his chest, leaning into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with more force. You craned your neck up at him.

He snorted a laugh. “You know I meant as a university student here in general…fuck, you look so good in this dress though.” His hand now resides firmly on your ass.

You began tracing circles with your finger on his chest, looking up at him with your best doe eyes. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell…” You whispered, pressing yourself into him, feeling him harden beneath you.

Jamie groaned quietly with a slight chuckle. “Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me....fuck it.”

He hungrily pressed his lips into yours, both of you immediately softly moaning into the other’s mouth, overwhelmed with want. You move your hands from his chest, wrapping them around his neck. His tongue greedily asked for entrance at your lips, which you wasted no time allowing it in, twirling yours with his. A semester’s worth of desire was erupting inside you, finally coming to fruition.

As you both clumsily tried to get more of each other’s mouths, Jamie’s hands planted firmly on the underside of your thighs, lifting you up against him. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun around, sitting you down on his desk, never once breaking contact. He slid the blazer off over his shoulders, tossing it on to his chair behind the desk. You didn’t know he had tattoos. He had always worn blazers or long sleeve button ups. It was a welcomed surprise, you always had a weak spot for tattoos.

You pulled back from him, allowing you both to catch your breath. “You wanna fuck me right here on your desk?” You asked playfully.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this desk from day one.” He smirked, placing another kiss on your cheek before turning away.

He slipped over to the door, twisting the lock with a click. You were already so wet with anticipation, but you were still relatively new to sex, and suddenly felt a pang of apprehension creep in. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren’t exactly experienced. Aside from a less than notable prom night at a motel, you hadn’t seen much action. But this was a man, a probably very experienced man, and you were worried about impressing him.

Turning back from the door, he paused just for a moment, taking note of your changed body language. “Hey, you okay? You know, we can stop here if you want.” He walked back to you, standing between your legs, placing a hand on your outer thigh.

“No, no I’m fine. I want this. I want you…I just…I’ve only had sex once.” You looked away, embarrassed.

Jamie chuckled. “Oh, darling…” He cooed as he brought his hand to your cheek. “You can trust me. I can go as easy as you want.” His gentle care turned you on even more.

You brought your hand to his on your cheek and pulled it down, pressing it to your aching heat between your thighs, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “What if…I don’t want you to go easy.” You whispered. “How about you teach me something new, professor…”

His eyes went from where you placed his hand, and back up to your eyes. “Shit…you’re so wet.” He breathed; you felt his fingers lightly moving against your clothed cunt. “You sure you want this?”

“Mhm...god, I want you.” You nodded, staring at his lips, hoping his fingers would find their way under the barrier separating them from where you needed them.

Jamie crashed his lips into yours, as you clamored your hands over his shoulders and arms, hoping to pull him closer. His hand remained between your legs, teasing you with pressure that just wasn’t enough. You brought one hand down to his emerging bulge, caressing him through his jeans. A soft moan came from his throat as he rocked his hips slightly, before pulling away from you and taking your hand off of him. You looked confused.

“No, no. Your hands stay above both our waists, got it? Now, lie back.” He smirked.

You did as he said, slowly lowering yourself back on to the desk, keeping eye contact with Jamie. He remained between your legs, a hand on either thigh. He slowly pushed his hands up toward your hips, bringing the bottom hem of your dress up with them, exposing your light blue panties that were splotched with your excitement. He smiled to himself seeing how turned on you were for him. He glanced up at you, just scanning one more time for any sense of hesitation, before hooking his fingers around the band of them, and sliding them down your legs.

He tucked them into his back pocket, bending over you, meeting your lips again. He nipped at your bottom lip, as he reached back down, tracing a finger lightly over your slit. Your hips bucked upward, begging for more stimulation. Jamie smirked against your lips as he took his finger to your clit and began tracing tight circles. He moved his lips from yours down to your neck, biting and suckling, no doubt leaving marks that would take a few days to fade. You squirmed under his touch, aching for even more.

“Professor Bower…” you moaned.

“Call me Jamie, love.” He said against your neck.

“Jaaamiee…” You moaned again.

“Fuck, I love the sound of that.” He groaned, removing his finger from your bundle of nerves, a whimper leaving your mouth at the loss of contact.

He pushed you slightly backward, giving him the right angle now to place a delicate kiss on your thigh. He smirked up at you briefly before then moving planting his mouth on to your eager cunt. His tongue worked euphoric circles on your clit, not wasting any time also plunging a finger inside you. You gasped, grinding your hips down into his face, tensing yourself, your hands automatically tangling themselves up in his hair. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Hey. What did I say? Hands above the waist, or I won’t touch you anymore.” He said sharply.

“But…it feels so good…I can’t.” You say, catching your breath.

“Well then I guess we’re done here.” He started to stand up.

“No! Please…please keep touching me. I’ll be good.” You bit your lip.

Jamie smiled devilishly as he sank back down to his position. “That’s my good girl.”

He returned to working on you with his tongue, pumping in and out with his finger. You tried to stifle your increasing moans, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. Jamie moaned into your pulsating heat, causing vibration, and sending shockwaves through your core. You gripped the edges of the desk, trying to follow Jamie’s rule, writhing under him. You bucked your hips up as he slipped in a second finger, pumping rhythmically as he swirled his tongue.

“Shit…shit I-..” You breathed.

“You’re doing so well, baby. That’s it. I’ve got you.” Jamie pressed a hand to your lower abdomen, increasing the growing pressure in your belly.

Without thinking, you grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly as you squirmed, feeling your release building. He smiled against you at this innocent and intimate gesture, intertwining his fingers with yours, still suckling your sensitive bud. He curled his fingers upward inside you in a beckoning motion.

“Jamie, fuck, I-…I’m gonna…”

"Yes, love. Go on, cum for me. Cum just for me." Jamie kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh.

You felt your orgasm crash over you. Your legs quivered as your head fell back in ecstasy. He caressed your hand in his with his thumb as he kept rubbing your clit with his other, helping you ride out your high. He came back up to your lips as you came down in a haze, tasting yourself as he kissed you.

“You still with me, love?” He asked chuckling, pulling you to sit upward again.

“Yeah…no one’s ever gone down on me before. You’ve set the bar really high, though.” You panted, buzzing all over.

“Good.” He smirked, leaning into kiss you again.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed him. All of him. Right then. You brought your hands up to his belt, eagerly undoing it as he smiled against your lips. He assisted in removing the belt and pushing his jeans down, his cock springing out over the band of his boxers as he pulled them down. He spit into his hand and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself a few times as he stared at you, taking you all in with his eyes before he had his way.

"I need you...I need you right now, Jamie. Please." The words poured out of your mouth, dripping in lust.

Jamie chuckled. "So desperate for me...you're so good for me."

He lined himself up with your waiting cunt, still seated on the edge of the desk. Slowly, he pushed himself in. Your breath hitching as his width stretched your walls, and he let out a moan as he bottomed out. He kissed and bit at your lips as he paused a moment for you to adjust to him, before starting an even and pace of slow, deep thrusting.

“God, I’ve thought of this while I’ve fucked my hand so many times…shit. You feel so good around me, baby.” He said in a gruff voice before burying his face into your neck, his teeth looking to leave more bruises.

“Me too.” You whispered. “Mmm, fuck me, Jamie.”

“Mmm, say that again, love. Say my fucking name.” He groaned, thrusting deeper.

“Mmmm, oh god, please fuck me, Jamie.” You moaned into his ear, your hands sliding through his hair, gripping his blonde hair tight as your eyes closed.

In a swift motion, Jamie pushed you down on your back again, pulling your legs up into his arms. His pace quickened, thrusting hard and fast into you from this angle. With your legs open and held up like this, he was hitting exactly where you needed it. He was fucking you like he wanted you to never forget it, and you knew you never would; you could never after this.

“You’re my fucking girl.” He grunted. “Say it.” He delivered a hard smack to the side of your ass cheek, with your legs still on either side of him. You let out a yelp as his large hand made contact with your soft skin.

“I’m your girl.” You panted. “I’m your girl, Jamie.”

He continued pounding into you. Both of you had long since given up trying to stifle yourselves. You reached down to your clit, circling it with your fingers, looking Jamie directly in the eye. He smiled wickedly with a chuckle as he watched you touch yourself while he fucked you. You felt him twitch inside you, being driven wild at the sight before him.

“Fuck, baby...that’s so sexy…I don’t think I can last much longer.” He gripped your thighs tight in his hands. “Where do you want it?” He asked.

“Inside.” You moaned. “I have an IUD. I want to feel you cum in me.” You arched your back, feeling a second high approaching.

“Okay. Fuuuck. I-…I’m-“

He reached his released, throwing his head back with a string of expletives. You felt his warm, thick seed spill into you, sending you over the edge at the sensation. You clenched around his cock, your body quivering with pleasure. As you both came down from the euphoria, Jamie’s pumping stopped and he stayed still, not yet pulling out of you. He let your legs fall and pulled you back up towards him, his hand sliding up into your hair, while his other hand rested on the small of your back. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips, pulling back as your sweaty foreheads rested together while you both caught your breath.

“Well, I think you passed the exam.” Jamie chuckled.

You laughed. “I’ve always been a bit of a teacher’s pet, hm?”

He slowly pulled out of you, reaching over to a roll of paper towels kept near the whiteboard to help with cleanup of the mess you had both made of yourselves and the desk.

“So… I’m teaching a poetry class next semester.” Jamie began as you finished straightening yourselves and the room up. “If you’re interested in any further extracurricular activities...” He winked.

“You know, I just might switch to being an English major. I suddenly really love literature classes.”

[olibxr]

Jamie Campbell Bower x Male! Reader (SMUTTY SMUT SMUT)

CW: smut, blowjobs, degrading names (slut, cockwhore, Subby etc), cuffs, slapping, basically a rough face fucking 🩷 Jamie is Dom!

Reader has a dick and language is used to mention this! I personally find these kind of fics euphoric to read considering I'm a trans guy so feel free to also enjoy!

Oral fixation

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"C'mon Baby, I know you can take it" Jamie groaned as his hands gripped your hair, controlling the teasingly slow movements of your head against his cock. No matter how many times you sucked Jamie off, you'd never get used to his size and how it would feel thrusting against your throat.

You were on your knees, your hands cuffed behind your back and naked, your evidently aching cock between your legs. Just as Jamie liked you. Jamie, however, was fully dressed with his cock slipping through the zipper of his jeans. He liked this aspect of your submission, he loved how degrading it was for you to be vulnerable in no clothing whilst he was still fully clothed. He loved the power it gave him.

With a sudden jerk of his hips, Jamie's cock hit the back of your throat and your eyes began to crystal over as you tried your best not to gag. You squeezed your eyes shut momentarily before you felt a sting on your cheek.

"Eyes open. Look at me whilst I fuck your slutty little throat." Jamie gritted through his teeth as he stared down at you, using his grip on your hair to move your head against his cock before you had a moment to adjust to his size. This was how you liked it though. You liked him to take control, you liked it when he stared down at you and put you in your place.

Your eyes sprung open at the command and looked up at him as he met your gaze with a slight smirk. He knew the effect he had on you. As he began to quicken the pace of his thrusts, you groaned as you began to mindlessly grind against thin air, needy and desperate to just be touched.

"Keep still! That's it, fucking take it!" Jamie growled as you immediately stopped your pathetic movements, whimpering as he tightened his grip on your hair and began to thrust erratically into your mouth. "You love my cock don't you, Subby? Such a cockwhore for me." You tried your best to nod against his iron grip as he let out beautiful moans that spurred on your need to be touched even more. Jamie was a talker, and you loved when he talked dirty. He's always had such a filthy mouth that could make you drop to your knees in an instant.

Jamie wiped the drop of drool that began to slowly drip down your chin with his thumb, smirking down at your fucked out expression as he used your mouth. "Such a good boy for me, taking my cock so fucking well like always." His use of praise reddened your cheeks as you shifted on your knees. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad.

After a while of relentlessly fucking your face, he roughly pulled out of your mouth. Like the good submissive he taught you to be, you immediately stuck out your tongue as he rapidly jerked himself off over your face. Jamie moaned the most perfect fucking sounds as his cum spurted over your tongue, cheeks and chin. His grip was still in your hair as you swallowed what was in your mouth before sucking on his thumb that wiped the excess off your face. He leaned down to kiss you deeply, pulling you up by your cuffed arms before bending you over the bed, landing a few smacks to your ass.

"I hope you're not tired yet, Baby. I'm not finished with you quite yet."

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BYE this was so fucking hot to write I love Jamie so much😭

[jennay]

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Catharsis - Jamie Campbell Bower Smut

Pairing: rockstar gn!reader x jamie (enemies to lovers kinda sorta ???)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.3k

(just now realizing i never explained: D/N stands for “Drummer’s name” and B/N stands for “Bassist’s name” sorry just in case you were confused LMAO)

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A/N: I have returned from hiatus with something new!!! To start off the new year, I present to you this wonderful masterpiece that was really intended for my two beautiful friends (they're big Jamie enthusiasts!)

Some say it’s better to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That was utter bullshit to you. And maybe you were too callow to seemingly miss the meaning, but if your enemies were burning alive right in front of you, you wouldn’t even piss on the fire to put them out. Especially if it were Jamie Bower.

You’ve known him since you joined your band, replacing the former lead guitarist. There was limited interaction between you two from the start. 5 years since then and there has still never been a praising comment from him. It was always constant nitpicking at your solos or the way you played your parts entirely. He didn’t want to cooperate with you at all. You’ve come to realize that.

“You two need to get it together,” said your bandmate, D/N. The morning had started off just fine at rehearsal until Jamie was yelling about you continuously missing a note. “We have two more days until we play this fucking show and you’re acting like babies.”

Jamie glared your way as if the message was really intended for you. As if YOU were the problem. You glared right back at him, mentally boring holes into his skull with your bandmates in the crossfire of tension.

He took the strap of his guitar off his shoulders, threw the instrument down, and muttered something as he stomped off stage.

“Dick,” you called. The sound engineers came running with their clipboards and exasperated looks on their faces. 

“Can someone go after him? We’ve barely made it through set,” One of them argued — a burly bald guy with a prominent Yorkshire accent. D/N hurried off the stage in pursuit of Jamie. You turned the volume off on your guitar, set it by the wall of amps, and sat down on a stool. Truly at a loss, you didn’t know which direction to take. You didn’t want to stay somewhere you weren’t welcome. Five years was long enough — but you couldn’t just give up that easily. You didn’t want to be seen as weak, you didn’t want to sulk around anymore and hope to gain the approval of someone so cruel. So you got up and turned your guitar back up. 

When D/N came back with no Jamie in sight, relieving air filled your lungs. Your body relaxed. 

“Come on, we’ve got a show to play, yeah?” You put your guitar strap back over your shoulder. 

“But Jamie—,” B/N started.

“He ran off somewhere,” said D/N. “Got in his car and drove off.”

“We can practice without him,” you said, turning to the sound engineers. “Go on. We’re ready.”

The last few days of rehearsal surprisingly went by with no problems. There was a “Hurry up and get it done” frame of mind settling into everyone, so there was no time for Jamie to start throwing a tantrum. Neither of you two looked at each other for those last few days. You focused your energy more on your excitement for the big day as you stared out into the stadium, imagining all of the bright faces drunk on echoing notes ringing their ears. Everything was good until the show on Thursday.

For more content catered to the fans, you thought it would be a good idea to strap a tiny camera to your forehead, showing a different point of view of your playing. The headband that held the camera was unbearable. So much so that you could feel the elastic digging into your skin, itching below your hairline. Refraining from clawing at your skin, you kept your focus on your fingers dancing on the fretboard and the stinging in your muscles.

During the last song of the night, the last hurrah for the closing show, your eyes closed briefly and your body was thrown into the shockwave of the moment. When they opened, smoke carried off your vision and everything felt lighter. Before you knew it, you were flying above clouds of hands carrying you away. The exhilaration pumping cold through your veins, you lost awareness until you were brought back to the forefront. Every piece of you…except for the camera.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Jamie’s yells could’ve been heard all throughout backstage as he stormed after you, face red with anger. The show was done and everyone was starting to pour out.  

You whipped around at him. “It was an accident!” The elastic strap was still itching the skin of your forehead. 

“Hey, chill out,” said B/N, stepping in the middle with outstretched arms to hold you two apart. Jamie smacked their hand away.

“The camera. They lost the camera!” he was still glaring at you, harder than ever before. 

“It was an accident! We can get it back.”

At this point, Jamie had stepped away from the boundary B/N placed and was getting closer to you. Hell’s blaze burned bright in his eyes. “It wouldn’t have gotten lost anyway if you weren’t being such a dumbass.” 

“Get out of my face,” your voice dropped low and your eyes hardened. He took some steps back, jaw still clenched, and urged out his last word as always.

“You are the most useless thing that’s ever happened to this band.” 

You watched him edge back out to the stage where fans cheered on his return. Your bandmates surrounded you with somber expressions, yet avoided the crossfire. 

Apparently, the camera was found, but no one had told you that. When you arrived back to your flat the next morning, you had closed yourself up in your bedroom and slept the pooling anxiety away. Jamie’s words hit right at your pride. Useless rung in your ears to the beat of his tone. And you were really starting to believe that, but there was no way you were letting this continue on any further. Screw Jamie. Screw the band. You were out.

The biting wind of mid-November had come in for another time. Streets were covered in cold rain — normality for England. It had been raining nonstop for a few weeks. Cleary skies seemed rare. Your days lazing around the house were all the more dreary. With your band on a short break, you were left to dwell in your bed. Your final thoughts forced you to make a stomach-churning move — a compulsive decision that could possibly break the bridges. 

You were going to talk to Jamie. 

The night before, you were pacing the room with your phone in your hand. Every thought that bubbled up into a word didn’t make sense. Every sentence frayed into a mere memory. It would’ve been difficult to get up with him, considering that you two weren’t really on speaking terms. He did reply to your message hours later. With a thumbs up emoji. You started to get irritated but a thumbs up was better than no response at all. 

You planned to meet up at a cafe near your flat that morning. It was still rainy, so you made sure to grab an umbrella. You rehearsed everything that you were going to say over in your head, silently mouthing it to yourself as you reached the place. Jamie hadn’t arrived yet. There was no sign of his light blonde hair given. You ordered a small coffee to hold your patience in the meantime. 

Heat transferred from the paper cup, warming your frostbitten hands. If it weren’t for all the eyes around you, you would’ve used it to warm your face as well. Possibly fans trying to scope out. Their eyes left you as soon as the cafe’s door jingled and Jamie walked in. 

His hair was tied up and he was wearing all black. Standard Jamie attire. Further more, this made him recognizable amongst the teen fans gawking at you two. You could see his hardened demeanor although he tried to be stoic. When he sat down in front of you, your throat had dried up and everything you wanted to say flew south. You went bitch. 

“Hi, Jamie,” was all that could come out. It didn’t even sound like you. All shaky and weak. Sometimes confrontation wasn’t your strongest suit. It didn’t help that you couldn’t see his eyes. Was he looking at you or behind you? 

“About the camera,” you tried your best not to stutter. “I’m sorry for being ignorant about it.

A short exhale meant to be sarcastic laughter escaped from Jamie. His face stayed blank. 

“You’re not going to say anything?” you poked on. 

“What do you want me to say?” his voice was foreign. Softer than what you were used to but still housed a cold undertone. 

“The way that you’ve been treating me lately. I’d like an explanation for it.” 

He looked out of the window with his arms crossed on the table, not saying a word.      

“What’s your problem with me, mate? I work my ass off and you act like I do nothing. If the camera thing was the last straw then once again, I apologize. I seriously didn’t mean to do it.” 

He looked from the window to the table, watching it in a few seconds of silence. The whole time you watched and waited.  

“I don’t have a problem with you,” he said. Thinking you had imagined it, you eyed him in confusion. 

“You wouldn’t just shit on me for nothing, then.”

He only gave you a shrug. You probed further. 

“What is it? What do I need to change for you to like me?” you hissed. “What’s your problem with me?—” 

“Excuse me. We’re big fans of your music,” Two girls who looked like they were no older than 15 came up to your table. “Could we please have a picture?” 

“I’m so sorry, we’re in the middle of a private meeting,” you apologized. The girls frowned and issued profuse apologies for interrupting you two before Jamie butted in. 

“We can give you our autographs if you have something for us to sign, though!” 

Once again you had to do a double take as Jamie was now smiling. He sounded so sweet. Of course, that was the mask always on display for anyone outside of the band. He held a genuine smile when talking to the girls, taking in every word they said to him. When the girls left, however, he returned to his normal self. You wondered how he made it seem so genuine. Maybe he wasn’t just faking it with them. 

“So?” you said. He turned back to you. 

“So?” he said. That nonchalant tone of voice irked the hell out of you. He didn’t care. Was he even listening to you? 

“I want an explanation. An apology. Something!”

Jamie shrugged again. It took all your might not to smack the shit out of him right then and there. 

“Fine,” Gritting your teeth in uproaring anger, you began to sit up with your still full coffee in hand. “I’m out of the band.” 

You pushed the door to the cafe open, holding back the hard lump in your throat and trying to take a deep breath before it all went out. You had let it all go. Everything you worked hard for. You regretted it, but it didn’t matter. You could get anywhere on your own. Fuck everything. 

Ever since that day at the cafe, there had been no contact between you or anyone from the band. Radio silence. It wasn’t until one Saturday evening that B/N called about a party. You had no plans to go out. Still, it wouldn’t have hurt to show your face. You were sure your bandmates hadn’t known about your self-dismissal. 

You got ready at 9:00, 15 minutes before you were to meet up with them. Silently, you hoped that a certain someone wouldn’t be there. Really, you didn’t want to face anyone right now. Something about it was too embarrassing. 

All of your friends were meeting up at a nightclub. Big and fancy, it was. One of the biggest in the city, perhaps. Only high-profiled people filled it up. Your band had played here before. 

It was one of the club's usual busy nights. Anything that you could think of went down here. It was a chance for everyone to go buck wild and let loose for one night before they got up in the morning with a bottle of aspirin and an unkempt tie. For these to be important people in the industry, you’d think they’d be more civilized. Then again, you thought of what industry you were apart of. Yeah. A band manager snorting coke off of a pornstar’s chest wasn’t surprising. 

Through sweaty bodies and seizure-inducing lights, you couldn’t see your bandmates at all. You dialed B/N’s number and hoped that they would be able to hear you over the thumping music. During which, some drunk asshole had bumped into you rather harshly, nearly knocking your phone out of your hand. You gave the guy a side-eye and held the phone up to your ear. 

“Hey,” B/N’s voice came through the speaker after the second dial tone. “You on your way?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” you yelled over the music. “Where are you?” 

“V.I.P. room. It’s at the back,” they said. “Fair warning, though—”

“What?!” you covered one ear with your index finger to try and hear better. 

“I’ll just tell you when you come over. I’ll be waiting outside of the curtain.”

Their voice was replaced by the beep of the call ending. You huffed out a sigh of annoyance, still pushing past a bunch of people. You finally saw the V.I.P. lounge and B/N where they said they would be. They waved you over.

“Hey,” you said. This area of the club was quieter since there weren’t any speakers nearby.

B/N looked to be on their toes. You couldn’t put your finger on it. It was like they wanted to tell you something but it wouldn’t get past their lips. 

“What’s up?” you spoke again. 

“Jamie’s in there,” they said lowly. As soon as those words left their mouth, the purple curtain shielding the V.I.P. lounge drew back. Your eyes shifted to an emerging Jamie holding a giggling person's hand. He didn’t look up at you. Neither of them did. You rolled your eyes. 

“So?” B/N said. 

“So,” you shrugged. “I’m not going to let that ruin my night.” 

Again, you tried to seem nonchalant. In truth, WANTED a reaction. Just a simple glance would do. You wanted to be seen. Maybe just to shoot him an even meaner look than what he would’ve given you. And you knew that he had seen you. Why wasn’t he saying anything? No thoughts on the meeting from a few weeks ago at all? 

To further prove your point that you didn’t care (and why would you?), you wasted the night away by downing drinks. Not too many, but enough to get you a little buzzed so that you could take on the rest of what the night would bring. You sat in your invisible bubble at the bar, contemplating exactly why you would care. Why it was so important to get Jamie’s attention. You downed a shot of your drink. It fired up your insides in a quick flash, starting from the tip of your ears and down. There was no use in thinking about this. What more could you do? 

Floating into your absent land, the smell of spicy cologne filled your nose. You felt someone lean into you from the side and whisper in your ear.

“I need to talk to you,” the voice said. You turned to see it was Jamie. Shadows danced in his piercing eyes, the same way they did whenever he was trying to be intimidating.

“What do you want?” you said in a monotone.  

“Please. I’ll be quick.” 

The two of you disappeared to the upstairs lounge in the club. There was a bar up here too, occupied by people having more civilized and controlled conversations. You ambled over to the black couches nearby and took a seat, Jamie sitting beside you. You stayed in awkward silence for what seemed like forever. From beside you, the man was engaged in thought, trying to find something to say. He had his hands clasped as if he were saying a prayer and held it close to his mouth. 

I don’t have all day, you mused. His sigh filled your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he started off. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were trained on the floor. 

You waited for more, then said, “How do I know you mean it?” 

“No, I do. I really do mean it.” 

“You still haven’t answered my question,” you said, looking at him. “Remember?” 

“I don’t hate you,” he replied. Not at all.” 

There was a flash of amusement on your face. That was the only emotion you could find.

With another sigh, he repeated like a broken record, “I don’t hate you, Y/N. Quite the opposite.”

You quirked a brow as if to tell him to go on. He wanted to. His lips were moving as if grasping for something in the air and pulling it to his cords. 

“I-I don’t know,” his voice went low.  

“You know what, you’re a dickhead,” you took another sip of the sharp tequila. “Good job. Good fucking job.” 

“On what?”

“You’re just…so hard to figure out. I don’t get you.”

“I didn’t mean what I said that night. When I said you were useless to the band and all that. That’s not true at all.” 

A satisfied grin was urging on your lips as you had gotten what you wanted. You hid it with the rim of your cup. Down went the last drop and you set the cup down. 

“I admire you, Y/N,” he went on. “A lot, actually.” 

“So what’s up with you being a dick to me then?”

“I guess…I’m jealous of you.”

The way his words edged out so hesitantly, you didn’t believe it. Because why in the world would Jamie Bower be jealous of you? But his demeanor, the softness in his body language — if he were playing a joke on you, he did a damn good job at acting. 

“Oh, bullshit,” you said dismissively. 

“You’re an amazing guitarist, and you're the most poetic person I've ever met,” he rattled on. “You're everything I want to be and I just...hate that I'm not, I guess. You’re the backbone of our band." 

Really looking at him this time, you could tell he meant it. There was sincerity hidden in that black heart of his. You never thought you’d see the day. There was no room in you to take this in. 

You stammered, “I—uh—got to get going.” 

Jamie shot up from the chair when you did and trailed after you. “Wait, Y/N. You’ve had too much to drink,” he said. “Let me take you home.”

“No, I’m fine.” you waved him off and walked back downstairs. The beating music in the main part of the club filled your ears once more, pounding a headache into your head. You wanted tonight to be a brain fog in the morning. One that you couldn’t remember for a long time. You couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or if it was the praise you always wanted getting to you. Your face was hot and flushed from being flustered as you ran out of the doors. You could sense that he was still following you. His presence loomed over like a shadow. 

“Y/N,” you heard him call, proving your suspicion right.

“I’m calling a taxi,” you said, searching your coat pockets for your phone. 

“Listen to me. I meant what I said back there. I really, really admire you.” 

“That doesn’t just take away the constant hell you’ve been putting me through this whole time,” you argued. “What? Out of envy? Get fucked.” your fingers typed aggressively on the keypads. 

“Y/N,” you felt him grab your shoulder and spin around. Your legs turned to jelly from the sudden touch. You hated that. Jamie was so close you could feel nearly every fiber of him. Smoke from the cold night air escaped past his parted lips. “I’m so, so, sorry. Please, if I have to get down on my knees just to keep you in the band then I will. I’m sorry for being so shitty.” 

Too nervous to meet his eyes again, you looked to the concrete. Your heart was racing so much, fluttering butterflies trapped in your throat. 

“Let me take you home,” he said again. “Please?”

“What happened to your friend from earlier?” you said. The image of them holding hands flashed in your mind.

“Someone to fill up space, I guess,” he muttered. Both of his hands were placed on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. There was a sense of sudden gravitation towards this man. Something that was so unfamiliar you were questioning yourself. Could you still hate him even after this? 

“You really are something, Bower.” your whisper was carried by midnight’s wind. 

It was like the space between you was getting tighter. Your eyes traveled to his lips which were half covered by the lights of the nightclub. You didn’t get any closer but paid attention to the way his soft lips moved as he spoke.

“Will you let me take you home?” 

You nodded. “I’ll just tell B/N that I went with you then.”

For the first week of the new month, you distracted yourself with music. Your bandmates still knew nothing of you quitting, as far as you knew. Your mind was still consumed with Jamie Bower and that night at the club. How quiet and frail the air seemed during that car ride. How his goodnight made you burn up more than the tequila you were drinking. Everything you did to ignore it didn’t work. You guessed that it could’ve been some obsessive type of thing. What other explanation was there?

Currently, you were stationed at your desk, scribbling down lyrics and humming along to match them. Nothing would work along with these words. You kept scribbling and erasing, scribbling and erasing; until finally, you cracked and threw your pencil at the wall. 

You forced yourself out of the chair to go to the fridge. The only thing that could put an end to this madness right now was a bottle of good ‘ole Jack, which you happened to have. Call you careless for drinking so early in the morning, you didn’t give a shit. It was nice and ice cold. Mind-numbing enough to delete whatever it was you tried to explain to yourself. 

You slumped down on the couch, watching some talk show when a knock came at your door. You were too lazy to get up and hoped that it was for someone next door. 

The knock came again and you grumbled. “Come in!” you shouted.

“It’s locked,” a voice said from behind the door. It seemed you had no other choice. You got up from the couch, annoyed. And much to your dismay upon opening the door, Jamie was there. 

“Oh,” you said. 

“Can I come in?” he said. He was wearing a black top and a pair of skinny jeans. Sunglasses adorned the top of his head. You nearly dropped the bottle.

“Uh—yeah—sure.”

You stepped aside to let him in, cursing yourself inwardly for somehow manifesting this. How lucky it was to have him show up on the day of your self-concentration. 

“I came to check on you,” he then said, answering a question that was just forming in your brain. Was he reading your mind or something? “I hadn’t heard from you in awhile.” 

“I’m fine,” you plopped back down on the couch and felt it dip when Jamie sat beside you. 

“You told me that you’d call the day after and you never did.” 

“Forgot,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink. 

“Jesus, Y/N, it’s only 9 in the morning.” 

“Don’t pretend like you care.” 

“I do. Or else I wouldn’t have come here.” his cold and calloused fingertips grazed the hand that held the bottle of your ease over and over. You had a faint realization that it would slip out of your grasp, but it didn’t. Something else had caught it while you were under Jamie’s hypnosis. He had the bottle in his hand. You watched him set it down on the coffee table in front of you. 

“I still don’t know if I trust you,” you said, half-jokingly. 

A small smile formed on his lips when he turned to you. “I understand. I only hope to earn it as time goes on.”  

You sensed your lips tugging on to a smile as well and bit the inside of your cheek to hide it. 

“You know I do care,” he said, almost in a whisper. He was closer to you now. Like magnets, you were pulled to each other; pulling to the ecstasy that lay in this tension. Only then when your noses were touching, you realized what you were doing. But in his warmth, nothing else mattered. You thought all of the butterflies would be washed away under sweet oak whiskey only to find them return at his touch. Maybe this was a form of trust. 

“I’m sorry,” Jamie pulled away immediately. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No, don’t,” you said, grabbing his face with both hands to hold on to this last moment. You didn’t want it to end here. Not with how good everything felt in this moment. Your heart was skipping beats. You thought you would go into cardiac arrest. Your whole world was engulfed in Jamie. 

When he pulled away a second time, you both were panting for air. He rested his forehead on yours, eyes clouded with hazing lust. You thought they looked beautiful.

“Y/N, I have to be honest,” he said in between the sound of your soft pants. “I want you. If you’ll let me—” 

Your lips collided again as your hands roamed his body. You could smell the tobacco leaves protruding from him, getting drunk off of this scent alone. You moaned softly into the kiss. 

It felt like your entire being was pulsating, waiting for this magical moment. Jamie had to have felt the same too. He looked as if he could lose it at any moment. 

“Do you want to stay here or go to the bedroom?” you asked. “There’s more room.” 

“Whatever you want,”  he replied and started to trail pecks down your neck. You moaned, biting your bottom lip. 

“Let’s go then.”

Jamie followed behind you like a lost little puppy as you carried him upstairs by the arm. Once the two of you were inside your bedroom he spun you around and picked you up, placing you on the bed. You giggled as he climbed on top of you. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered into your neck. 

You reached over to your nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a blue box of latex condoms and a bottle of lube, throwing it over to him. He snorted a laugh, picking up both. 

“Why do you have these?” 

“Just in case, you know,” you shrugged and watched him examine them. “Hurry up. You’ve already got me riled up.” 

Jamie chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous.” 

“Awe, someone’s jealous?” you slid your hands under his shirt, contacting the warm skin and bones underneath. You felt him shudder. Perhaps because your hands were freezing cold. 

“Very,” his hands traveled to your thighs. “Can’t have anyone else touching you.” 

“Already possessive, are we?” you helped him lift his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. Both of your clothes had been discarded, stored away in the confines of your worlds with the least worries. 

Once you two were prepped, you took advantage by wrestling him to the sheets and climbing on his lap. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state shook you all around. His nails grazed your thighs, leaving faint and temporary red marks. Soft gasps came from your lips as you sunk down on his cock. The feeling of it twitching inside drove you even madder, your heat quivering around it. You began moving your hips with Jamie's eyes holding you. His hands gripped your hips. You moved faster and faster, moaning at the immense pleasure in your core.   

“Jesus, Y/N,” he groaned, admiring the view of your sweaty body. Every thump inside sent you into overdrive. It was like a fire had started in your body, carrying off from your chest down to your toes. Your hands grasped at his pecs. You leaned down, breathless, bouncing on his thick cock as if your life depended on it. His punched-out moans vibrated your eardrums.   

“That feel good?” you gloated with a smile. 

“Fuck yeah,” was all he could muster. You began marking his neck with hickeys, sucking and biting while you drove his soul out, letting out a pleased hum when you found your spot. “You gonna come?” he says, deep voice penetrating your ears. You moaned again, digging your nails into his pecs. Your body shuddered as your orgasm hit. Jamie held you tighter. You never thought you’d be this close before. 

You didn’t stop moving your hips, wading through the aftershocks and overstimulation with tightened eyes. Not long after, Jamie had come too, letting out a relieved sigh as he spilled into the condom. You thought it to be twisted how you wanted to feel every bit of it. Greedy, almost. How you wanted to just get rid of this god-forsaken barrier and feel ALL of him. It wasn’t nearly as good as having it drip out of you. 

A small gasp left your throat at the loss of heat when he slipped out. But he was still hanging on to you as he sat up, edging his tongue in your mouth one last time. 

You broke away from him, saying, “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

“Me neither,” he replied. “That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it, though.” 

You scooted away from him and watched as he removed the condom, throwing it in the bin and grabbing his clothes. A frown was about to slip on your face, realizing it was all over.  

Jamie must’ve noticed when he glanced at you. It took him no time to slip his clothes back on. 

“Why the long face?” he said, sitting down beside you on the messy sheets. 

“Nothing,” you gave him a thin smile. “Just…where exactly do we go from here?” 

“Well, I don’t want to stop talking to you or anything.”

“I don’t either. It just feels weird.”

Jamie’s brows furrowed. “Weird?” The look made you a bit nervous. 

“Not like a bad weird,” you explained quickly, laughing. “I mean, we’ve never been on the best of terms, Jamie. We just fucked.” 

“True,” he smiled. “I do hope that this…situation doesn’t affect us. I want us to be on good terms. Not just as bandmates, you know?” 

“Of course.” 

He pecked you on the cheek and stood up. “Gotta get going,” he said. “We’re heading to the studio today. Do you want to come?”

“Don’t know if I can,” you chuckled. 

“I never told them you left. Don’t worry. Your spot’s always open.”  

The two of you said your final goodbyes that day. It was like nothing had ever happened. You were left with nothing but a ghost of your time. Crawling up into your bubble again, you wondered just how much more confusing Jamie Bower could get from here. It wasn’t very fun when you were still figuring him out.

[daddyyy88]

Just sex | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, Jamie’s a bit of an ass hole, ?

Just sex. It was only supposed to be sex. That’s all. You and Jamie both had no time to go out and find someone else so you two started sleeping with each other when you needed some relief. No one had feelings for the other, it was just sex.

But then, he met a girl.

Bouncing on his dick in reverse cowgirl, you couldn’t maneuver your hips properly to stimulate yourself well enough to make you orgasm so eventually you gave up and you were just trying to make him cum. All your moans were not real and were forced just so he wouldn’t know you weren’t feeling it.

You were so stressed lately, especially in regards to your relationship with Jamie. You could feel him pulling away and spending his time with a girl he recently met. It was making it hard to focus when you had sex, and you had faked at least 3 orgasms in the last month.

“Mmh…Jamie- oh god!” You said and clenched your pussy, trying to pretend like you were close. He squeezed your hips, grunting softly and muttering curses. You panted softly, squeezing his balls as you forced a whimper, moaning softly.

“Oh- oh fuck! Y/n- shit!” He said, squeezing his eyes shut. He started to roll his hips slightly, gripping your thighs tight. You groaned, rubbing your own clit as some final effort to have even a soft orgasm.

“Babe- babe! Shitshitshit- fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming- yea, yea just like that!” He said and you faked an orgasm at the same time, regretting the fact that you let him finish inside since he didn’t even deserve it.

Once you “calmed down” from the “mind-blowing orgasm” you slowly slipped him out of you, laying down next to him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead and scoffing slightly as you felt his cum slip out of you.

“We uh…we’re gonna have to stop doing this” he said and you looked over at him. You raised an eyebrow and said “this girl I’m talking to…I really like her. I think me and her might have a chance at something”

“Oh….right- right, of course, yea. It was just sex anyways, right? Who cares?” You said, looking away slightly. He chuckled and said “but for the time being…” You looked back over and he was hard again.

You rolled your eyes and he smirked. “Come on, get on your hands and knees for me. Last one, I promise” he said and you fought back slightly, claiming you’d be overstimulated but really it would just ache from him abusing your pussy and it wasn’t even worth it since you weren’t having orgasms.

You got in position and he slipped in, groaning in pure bliss. You faked some moans, tears filling your eyes as he thrusted into you. You knew it was inevitable, him ending things with you. But still, you didn’t think it would happen this soon.

Still, you let him have you just like he wanted and nearly kicked him in the face when you got close and then he changed the angle. You kept drawing it out as long as possible, telling him you were close for at least 5 minutes before you faked the orgasm. You didn’t want this to end, you really fucking didn’t.

Once he fell asleep you left, crying the entire way home. You didn’t want to have to shower, and wash his smell off of you. You still did, but you couldn’t stop crying. You loved him. You loved him so goddamn much you couldn’t handle it.

You took some days off of work and when you went back you tried to avoid Jamie as much as possible. You got to your trailer as fast as you could so no one would see you break down when he brought his new girl for everyone to meet.

You just weren’t ready to let him go, and now with this new girl he probably regrets having sex with you in the first place. Filming eventually ended and you finally had time to properly get over him and feel better about the whole situation.

You thought by the time the premiere came you wouldn’t feel as you did all those months ago, but oh how you were so very wrong. As soon as you saw him tears tried to fill your eyes but thanks to being an actor you knew how to stop it.

He didn’t have that girl with him which surprised you, you figured they would’ve announced it since they’ve been together 6 or 7 months now. He tried to come up to you but you managed to find a way to avoid him before he got to you and thank god you did.

You went out with some friends after that came to support, and it’s just your luck that Jamie went to the same bar. You tried to hide the whole night but he saw you at some point but you went to the bathroom to avoid him even more.

You knew hearing his voice would just make you cry and you did not want him to see you cry over something so stupid. You eventually snuck out to your car and took a few deep, shaky breaths.

It was just sex, so why were you so attached to him? Why couldn’t you bear to even look at him? You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you whimpered, you really didn’t want to cry.

You started your car and drove home, tears rolling down your cheeks the whole time. You changed and wiped off your makeup, simply wanting to forget about him.

But of course the asshole showed up at your doorstep. “Jamie…” you said, he smiled and you shook your head. You took a deep breath and said “what are you doing here?” “Just…wanted to see you” he said and you looked down.

“Yea, I’ve been busy. We didn’t even hang out much before we started having sex either” you said and he sighed. He looked you up and down, your thick thighs hugged by your shorts, boobs nearly spilling out of your tank top.

He smiled again and you said “you’re drunk, Jamie. Go home,” “I’m not drunk. I swear, look I can walk in a straight line and everything” he said, walking down the hallway a little and then back. You rolled your eyes and said “what do you want?”

“I miss you, y/n,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. He smirked and you pulled his hand away from you as you said “no, Jamie. I don’t have time for this. You have a girlfriend anyways”

“No…No I- I don’t” he said and took a deep breath, putting his hands in his pockets. You glared at him as you said “okay, well you can’t just come running back for sex when you're bored. I’m not gonna let you use me. Besides, you’re the one who ended things”

“Now I want to start them back up again,” he said, eyes softening. You couldn’t lie, even though you were mad at him and he made you want to cry just looking at his gorgeous face, you were still trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the ache. God, you’d never felt so horny since you stopped having sex with Jamie.

“How do I know you aren’t just her for a quick fuck and that I’ll still see you a few days or a week or two from now again” you said and he groaned, getting impatient. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, taking a deep breath. He moved one hand and brought you in closer by the waist.

He kissed you passionately and you gasped, placing your hands on his chest. He’d never kissed you before. Never. Simply because it was just sex. He didn't need to kiss you to have sex. Of course he’d kissed your body during sex but you’d never made out or anything like that.

“Jamie- Jamie, stop! What are you doing?” You asked and pulled away, backing up against the wall. He shook his head and said “I…I love you, y/n” you gasped slightly, eyes widnening a little.

You sighed and said “yea, and unicorns are real” “y/n, I’m serious! I didn’t- I- I thought that if I got involved with another woman that I could forget or make the feelings go away. It- it didn’t work and let me tell you she was not happy about it” he said and chuckled, but you stood there with a pout on your face, tears welling in your eyes.

He reached forward, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. He sighed and said “please, believe me when I tell you this. I am in love with you, y/n. I know I haven’t always acted like it and I know I haven’t been treating you well, but I promise I can and I will make it up to you”

“You really hurt me, Jamie” you said, looking him in his eyes. Those crystal blue eyes softened, tears running down his cheeks as well now. He bit his lip and said “I know, love. You didn’t deserve it. And I don’t deserve you, but please…please just give me another chance. I swear you won’t regret it”

You nodded and he smiled a little, still on the verge of sobbing as you still held a broken look on your face. You whimpered and pushed him against the wall, kissing him with force. He took a deep breath and cupped your waist and hip, kissing you back.

You slowly started to take off his belt and he pulled away, stopping you. “Hey, hey no. Now is not that time for that. Having sex right now isn’t a good idea, y/n” Jamie said and you groaned. You unbuckled his belt and he grabbed your hands, pulling them off.

“Babe, no. We’re both mentally in shambles at the moment, sex isn’t gonna make it better” he said and you sighed, resting your hands on his chest. You sighed shakily and said “I thought that’s what you wanted….to start sleeping together again”

“What? Y/n, you’re worth way more than the just sex. You do know that, right? I don’t just want sex I want to love you” he said and you took a deep breath. He kissed your head and said “don’t ever think so little of yourself. You don’t deserve to be treated like a sex toy. You deserve to be treated like a wife, like a princess, baby. You deserve to be taken care of and loved”

“Yea?” You said and he nodded, looking into your eyes. He kissed you softly and you smiled, feeling his strong hands squeeze your sides to keep you from leaving. You pulled away, both of you wearing the goofiest grins on your faces.

Taglist: @Ima1986

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lo’ak

Neteyam

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About me/what I write

About me: I absolutely love 60-90’s music, I live to write and draw, I love all David Bowie songs and movies.

Message me if you have a request! 📱

Right now I’m writing smut/fluff/angst(try) with

Avatar

Guns’n roses

Queen

Joe Quinn

Jamie campbell bower

Stranger things

(smut:only 18+)

The 100

David Bowie

If you have any others I can try to do those too!

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I only write with female main character

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5/26-working on 6 posts at the moment! Get ready🌸

7/9- working on pt.3 of something new and two more posts.🌟

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12/23-New story posted, part 2 for sweet words, dirty thought coming soon!

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[angelst4re]

headcanons (nsfw too 🤭) for jamie as reader's first boyfriend ever, i just know that he would be the most supportive, protective and just such a lovely boyfriend 🥺

YES YES YES!!!! i can’t imagine anyone ever beating jamie in the boyfriend game…

Jamie x gn!reader headcanons <3

summary: jamie’s your first boyfriend ever!

warnings: NSFW!!! i wrote this in 2 parts so the first part is sfw and there’s a warning before it gets nsfw! <3

notes: this is the first time i think i’ve written and posted something just from my phone so i hope this looks okay… BUT LOOK WHOS BACK🫶

You worried it would be awkward being in a relationship with someone who has experience when you don’t

But he never made it feel like that, it was so natural

He took you on your first date to the beach and it was the best day ever

He took pictures of you which he later made his lockscreen and you did the same for him

You complained, saying how you looked awful in those pictures but he completely disagreed

“You need to start seeing yourself with my eyes, darling. I’ve never met anyone more beautiful.”

The kisses!!!!!!

Forehead kisses, kisses to the back of your hand, kisses on your cheek, kisses on your nose…

He would always greet you after work with a kiss and you’d do the same for him

When he would be away filming, you found it difficult to begin with as you didn’t know how the long distance thing would work, but it seemed to be fine

He’d text and call all the time when he had a chance and you’d tell eachother about your days

He loved to spoil you…

He would always buy you gifts just because he saw something and it made him think of you so he got so excited that he had to buy it for you

“Darling, I know you said to stop buying you all the things but look what I found at the shop!”

When you first started getting to know each other, you’d talk about your favourite movies and songs and you’d have date nights where you’d watch your favourite movies or make playlists for each other and turn them into cds

He’d always have the most fun date ideas, and they’d always be something you love or to do with your interests

He literally knows you better than you know yourself

Whenever you’d stay over his house he’d always cook you dinner and breakfast

His love language is touch so he would always be holding your hand or have his hand on your thigh, or be leaning against you when you’d be standing together

He introduced you to his friends and they loved you! You had so many things in common and it never felt awkward

“Jamie I’m stealing your partner, they’re so much cooler than you.”

When you’d be out in busy places and someone would bump into you, whether accidentally or not, he’d give them a dirty look as they passed and you felt him hold you closer to him

Even on busy trains when there was no space to sit down, he’d have his arm around you to make sure felt safe

I mentioned before that he would spoil you, and valentine’s day was an example of this

He’d take you away on a surprise trip for the weekend

And he would always buy the best gifts for your birthday

Where do I find my own Jamie???

NSFW BELOW!!!!!!! YOUVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

As well as your first boyfriend, Jamie was the one to take your virginity

He wanted to have it all planned and prepared to make it the perfect night

But instead, you were both watching a movie and his hand was on your thigh, tracing circles and your mind was going into overdrive

You were aching between your thighs and Jamie could tell something was up

“Is everything alright, love? Are you mad at me?” He asked suddenly

“What? No!” You laughed, and he had said how he felt you tense up

“Can I ask you something?” You asked him, and he didn’t know what on earth you were going to come out with

“Could we maybe go to the bedroom?”

Immediately, he got the hint and picked you, carrying you over his shoulder

He was so gentle when it came to foreplay, he didn’t want to push you too far or make you uncomfortable.

He eased the tip of a finger into you whilst placing kisses all over your thighs, he never stopped watching for how you reacted to his touch

He never stopped telling you how beautiful you were, and how good you looked beneath him

You wanted to give him head before he fucked you, but he told you this was your night, and that you could get into that another time

He lined his cock up with you and pushed in very very slowly, he was so scared of hurting you and he just wanted to make you feel as good as possible

He would always ask you how it felt, not just because he wanted to hear you say how good his cock was, but because he wanted to make sure it felt as good for you as it did for him

You were so tight he had stop several times just because he was scared he’d come too soon.

Once he was all the way in, you both remained in this position for a while, exploring each others mouths with your tongues and bodies with your hands until you were ready

When you bucked your hips upwards, he knew you were ready and began to move, slowly thrusting his hips and you felt like you were ascending

Nothing had ever felt so good before

You were begging him to go faster and harder, for more.

You never knew if dirty talk was something you’d like or find cringey, but when he would praise you and whisper things in your ear it drove you crazy

“Look at how well you’re taking me, baby.”

“Cant believe I’m the first person to hear your pretty noises, darling.”

“Don’t hold them back, let me know how good I’m making you feel, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t long before you came around his cock, he held you close as your thighs shook and your eyes squeezed shut.

He pulled out and came not long after, and he didn’t take a moment to come down from his high as he knew you’d most likely be aching from the stretch of his cock

He went to get a glass of water and a towel to clean you up with

His aftercare would be top tier i need to make an updated nsfw alphabet🤭

[asvator]

I’m just gonna leave you with this

[oskea93]

Tis the Way the Wind Blows, Hummingbird (One)

Caleb Sykes x OC Horizon universe

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Story will contain moments of physical, sexual, emotional, and verbal abuse, cursing, murder, suicidal ideations, childbirth, scalping, death, etc. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. If you've seen the film or just read about it online, you already know that Caleb is a bad guy. He will remain a bad guy throughout this story as well. He will not be liked and will be vile in every way. Just a heads up if you were looking for a happy Jamie story.

A/N: Oh my goodness guys, thank you so much for the love for this story! I am so glad you all are enjoying it so far! It's only gonna get more extreme and downright dirty from here. Also, if you have any questions about the story, just wanna talk, or whatever, just drop me a message!

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His touch would burn like a batch of fire ants each time he laid hands on me.

The searing pain as his grip would tighten – his cold blue eyes staring into mine as I would beg and plead not to hurt me in front of our children. I would like to say it hadn’t always been this way with Caleb but that would be a lie straight from the devil’s mouth. I would love to tell you that he was once a gentleman who was corrupt by the bottle – that his hands were once full of love and joy but for some ungodly reason I actually held feelings for the man.

I remember the first time I saw Caleb, standing in the dimly lit corner of the saloon, a shadow of a man with haunted eyes that seemed to mirror my own loneliness. His smile was a twisted reflection of charm, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Despite the warnings that whispered in the back of my mind, I found myself captivated by his words, his presence filling a void I hadn't even known existed. In his arms, I felt a fleeting sense of belonging, as if for a moment, the world made sense and all the broken pieces of my heart were whole again. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the cracks in his facade began to show, revealing a darkness that chilled me to the core.

He was the youngest child of the vile woman who birthed him all those years ago – his father a philanderer who only arrived home when necessary. Rumor had it he had spawn all over the territory – the short woman he married long ago idly standing by as she knew there was nothing that could be done. The Sykes family were notorious among the Montana Territory – the fear they placed upon those wanting to settle was enough to make settlers treck along elsewhere. Some would say even the Indians feared the Sykes men – I would argue that on a heavy bible.

 Caleb’s anger more than likely rising from the hits of his mother and brother – always on the receiving end of a hand, foot, or even the butt of a gun at one point. I remember watching in the shadows as Junior almost beat him senseless for some measly reason – no reason good enough to knock your kin unconscious for hours on end. I was the one that had to drag him out of the snow that night – into the little shack that his mother had “gifted” us to make house in. The winter’s wind whistling through the loose logs, the fire barely staying lit as the snow floated through the home. When he awoke, he knew that there was no use in going after Junior, his hatred and fury landing upon my skin throughout the night.

I guess you may be asking how I even came to be with the blue-eyed devil – having enough dimwits about me to stay with a man like that. Well for one, it was an act of rebellion. I thought I could change him, hell, maybe even overpower him. I took the blows that he gave me each night, going to bed with tear-stained cheeks as he stepped out to go drinkin with his brothers. The other reason I stayed was because it was a sense of security. I had a leaking roof over my head, but it was covered none the less. I wasn’t wondering the land like the others out there, subjected to the harshness that the land was giving forth. The Sykes fortress was clear of any Indians – the dangers of being ambushed by them pushed at the wayside – unlike those that were travelling to their new homes.

I had married Caleb on the 24th day of January in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-two. The justice of the peace in the town below reading from the holy book as he weaved back and forth from the whiskey coursing through his blood. No kiss was shared – no joyous voices from our closest relatives. Just an empty room. I had run off from Grady’s house – my only bag packed – his best horse trotting underneath me. I had only known Caleb for a number of days before his hands slipped under my dress – the piece of me that I was savin for future husband taken away in a matter of seconds. I guess all’s forgiven in the eyes of God since I ended up marrying the bastard…

I watched as the snow swirled around the open air like paper scraps sent from the heavens above. The fire had long gone out several hours ago – my breath seen clearly as I exhaled in exhaustion. I hadn’t seen sight or sound of him in nearly four days – nothing uncommon nowadays. The wood burning smoke from the big house filtered through the cracks in the wood, the scent causing me to long for a warm room just for a moment of two.

Soft coos broke me out of my thoughts as I turned my attention to the little bundle in the center of the room. I had every blanket and article of clothing I could scrounge up piled atop her, trying to keep the cold off her small body.

“What’s wrong my sweet?” My feet carrying my body towards her.

She had her daddy’s eyes – bright blue and able to look right into your soul. Sprouts of red hair could be seen beneath the bonnet she wore, her little cheeks red with the touch of the cold. Emily was the daughter I longed for – a true gift from the Lord above. She was the second child – one that no one but me cared to have. She was the light of my life – the reason that I never gave up on myself against her father or his family.

I had given birth to Rory – our son – the first-born Sykes grandson seven years ago. Mama Sykes was at the head of the bed as he was born, quickly whisking him off before I could hold him. Caleb was celebrated for once in his life – having the workings to produce a strong male offspring – a male that would carry on the Sykes name and lineage. The Sykes women kept Rory at an arm’s reach from me during his infancy – only pushing him in my arms when it came time for him to eat. They would bring me into the big house as he fed and pushed me right back into the small shake once he was through. This was Mama Sykes dream to have another son she could mold and make her own. It was obvious that she wanted another son like Junior – Caleb being the lowest branch that she so badly wanted cut.

I watched as the years passed as my son shaped into a typical Sykes male. James and Junior would make sure to take him out, teaching him how to trap and hunt, something that a little boy at his age didn’t need to worry about yet. Caleb would just sit back and watch, the fatherly instinct never truly kicking in. He was seen more as Rory’s uncle rather than the his father. I’m almost positive that’s what Mama Sykes even taught Rory to call Caleb.

I would try my best to push my way into his life, only to get shoved back by the Sykes women. They didn’t trust me to be his mother – I was simply the woman that gave birth – not his mother. Hannah, Junior’s wife claimed that spot. Her evil glares cutting right through each time I would look at my son. Mama Sykes and Hannah would mutter awful words about me to Rory, finally breaking through to him. I watched as the baby boy I carried for nine months, suffering 10 hours in agony as I labored, just kicked me away like a speck of dirt on the floorboard.

I slowly picked my daughter up, bouncing her around in the quilt my mother had made before she passed.  “Flee as a bird to your mountain – thou who art weary of sin – go to the clear flowing fountain – where you may wash and be clean.”

The sudden sound of a shotgun going off cutting off the lyrics as my grip tightened on the baby. Stepping towards the window, the site in front of me causing my heart to thump against my chest. Gently placing Emily back into her bassinette, I tore open the wooden door, racing over to where my son laid.

“What the hell is happening?” My knees digging into the hardened dirt as I brought his limp body into my arms. His face bloodied and bruised as Robert and Junior stood above – Mama Sykes and Hannah watching from the porch steps.

Junior let out an annoyed sigh, “This doesn’t concern you, Elizabeth.”

“Like hell it doesn’t, Junior.” My tone biting back, fire raging through my eyes as I looked down at my little boy. My hand softly trailing down his cheek, his chest slowly rising and falling.

“He started the whole thing.” Robert, Junior and Hannah’s youngest son scoffed. “Ain’t my fault that he don’t got no fightin skills.”

My eyes cutting up to the younger Sykes, “That’s enough, Robert.” Junior sounded. “Go get cleaned up for supper.”

The boy followed his father’s direction, Hannah smiling at him once he reached the steps. Her last glance finding mine as she walked into the home. Mama Sykes stood stoic on the porch, her eyes dull and full of spite. “Junior, get Rory and bring him in the house.”

“No!” My arms wrapping tighter around my son’s unconscious body. “You will not touch another hair on this child’s head –“ My eyes piercing towards Mrs. Sykes. “None of you are touching my child again.”

“Ain’t your child, Elizabeth.” Mama spoke clearly. “Hasn’t been your child since the day he was born.”

I could feel tears of anger spiking in my eyes, “Oh yeah –“ A sarcastic chuckle slipping, “And who’s idea was that, huh?” Junior stepped closer. “You bunch of monsters took him away from me – turned him against his own mother for what? You see how well his father turned out – think I could’ve done a hell of a lot better than you, Mama Sykes.”

Junior’s large hands pried my arms apart, Rory slipping back onto the ground as he dragged me feet away. His grip like that of Caleb’s but only stronger. My words of pain going by the wayside as his foot kicked into my ribs, a guttural cry releasing deep from my body.

“Get that boy in the house before he catches a death of cold.” Mama’s raspy voice sounded.

Junior looked up to the matriarch, “What about her?” My body still curled into the cold ground. “Whatcha want me to do with her?”

The only sound could be heard was that of the winter birds around as the wind blew – Mrs. Sykes body staying silent for a moment. “She can find her way back.” Her eyes connecting with mine briefly as she turned to enter the home.

I stayed silent, face still pressed against the snowy ground as Junior lifted Rory into his arms, stomping his way up the stairs to the main house. The door slamming behind him once he crossed the threshold.

I waited a few moments before moving – the sharp pain of where his foot had landed making it hard to breathe as I slowly walked back to the building. The echo of Emily's cry reverberated in my ears, piercing through the chaos that had engulfed us. Each step felt heavy, burdened not just by the weight of my own injuries but by the fear and uncertainty that loomed ahead.

With a shaky hand, I pushed the door open, the hinges creaking in protest. Emily's tear-streaked face turned towards me, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fear. My heart ached at the sight of her, so small and innocent in the midst of such turmoil.

"Shh, it's okay," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely above a broken murmur. I knelt beside her, wrapping my arms around her trembling form. The warmth of her tiny body pressed against mine offered a brief respite from the cold reality that threatened to consume us both.

"It's okay, baby," I repeated, the words a mantra to soothe not just her but myself as well. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the world around me. In that moment, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing down on my shoulders, the knowledge that I must be strong for her, no matter how broken I felt inside.

I thanked God silently that Emily was so young, her innocence a shield against the harshness of the truth…

“How dare you disrespect my mother and brother like you did, Elizabeth!”

I sat in the corner of the room, the metallic taste of blood lingering on my tongue as I dabbed away the fresh crimson droplets that fell from my split lip. The throbbing ache in my jaw served as a painful reminder of the altercation that had just taken place, but my focus remained unwavering on the man standing before me.

"I was protecting my child – our child," I asserted, my voice steady despite the underlying currents of anger and frustration that simmered beneath the surface.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation, his movements agitated as he paced the confines of the cramped room. "That boy was two steps away from killing Rory, he wa-"

"Robert was teaching him how to act like a man – not some pansy whipped little girl," Caleb interjected, his voice tinged with defiance. The words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the deep-seated differences in our beliefs and values. "Junior and I did the same thing growing up – plus it’s not your word that matters anymore, Lizabeth."

I shook my head, a bitter taste of resentment flooding my senses. "Yeah," I muttered, my voice tinged with sorrow and anger. "You and your goddamn family took that right away." His eyes darkened as he advanced towards me, each step a menacing echo of the power dynamics that had long defined our relationship.

"I was just used as a cow to make sure he was fed and then put back in the pen like some kind of barnyard anim-" My words were cut short by the sharp crack that resonated through the home, the impact of the blow sending a searing wave of pain from my jaw to my temple.

“Always running that damn mouth of yours,” Caleb's voice was heavy with frustration as he hastily unclipped the holster from his waist. My body already knew what was about to happen as I scrambled to get off the floor, the urgency pulsing through my veins. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough. Caleb's strong grip closed around my ankles, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me across the dirty wood.

His dirt-stained hands pushing up the material of my skirt as his body straddled mine – my arms pinned to my side as my cries mixed with those of Emily’s in the corner of the room…

[mikqls0n]

Meddle about || Jamie bower x reader

Summary: the song meddle about

Warnings: smut, not edited, first time doing smth like this so..

Extra: ty @angelst4re for telling me this idea😍

Come get it now,come get it now.Baby show me what you’re doing,come and turn around

You were sitting on top of jamie in only your shirt,while Jamie laid beneath you,his hands resting on your hips as he watched you bouncing on his cock,you both loving the feeling of it sliding in and out of you.

‘Cause it’s not just a figure of speech,you got me down on my knees,it’s getting harder to breath

You were spread across the bed, loud moans were the only thing that came out of your mouth as you tugged on Jamie’s hair,whose face was between you things,pushing his tongue in and out of you. Jamie slowly brought up his hand and teasing your clit with his index finger before pushing it past his tongue,making you left out an gasp as your grip on his hair tightened.

We only met each other just the other day,but you already got me feeling some type of way/If I could figure it out I’d take you back to my house so we could meddle about

Jamie pushed his front door open, his lips not leaving choirs a second as he closed his door and pushed you against it.you unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as possible as his lips found its way to your neck, sucking on it that lead you moaning out his name.when you were both only left in your underwear, Jamie picked you up by wrapping your legs around his waist and walked upstairs to his bedroom,your lips leaving kisses on his collarbone.

Girl Just scream it out,tell me what you’re thinking,oh I wanna see you undress now

Your panties were pushed to the side as jamie roughly pushed inside you,making you scream.Jamie smirked at you as he pulled out and thrusted into you again all the way in.

[jcbbby]

not a fic, but just some thots thoughts about that breeding kink I mentioned with Jamie because......pls........🫣

so imagine y'all get back to the hotel after the con that just happened where he interacted with quite a few little kids/babies.

you're just settling in for the night, getting ready for bed and talking about how the day was. he'd be in boxers and a t-shirt, you in just panties and one of his other shirts.

Jamie would be like "that little baby with the hat today was so sweet today...broke my heart that she started crying." he'd frown and put his hand over his chest.

you'd be like "you were so cute with the little ones today."

"you think so?"

"it was so sweet to watch...you'd be such a good daddy."

he'd smile wide "I like the sound of that from you..."

you'd playfully push his shoulder "Jamie!"

he'd laugh "oh, no! I mean literally, daddy as in a dad...that sounds nice.. and you'd be mommy."

"aww, you'd want me to be the mommy of your baby?"

"oh absolutely, darling. you'd be so beautiful pregnant with my baby, too." he'd pull you into his arms.

"yeah?" you'd ask, nuzzling in.

"definitely." he'd smirk and lean in to start kissing your neck, running his hands all over you.

you'd sigh dreamily as he nibbles at that special spot on your neck before giggling. "whoa, you trying to get me pregnant here tonight, Bower?"

he'd chuckle against you and keep going, kissing and gently biting your neck as he slips a hand under your shirt. "would you like that, hm? if I put a baby in you, our baby?" he'd whisper as he gently slipped his thumb over your nipple, causing you to inhale deeply at how nice it felt, sliding your hand up through his hair.

"don't write checks your dick can't cash, babe..." you'd pull his head back from your neck. "if you say you're gonna get me pregnant...you better put your money where your mouth is." you'd smirk.

he'd push you slowly down on to the bed, climbing over you. he'd hover just above your lips and whisper "oh, I'm going to put a baby in you alright...I'm not gonna stop fucking you until I've filled you to the brim, darling." before he crashed his lips into yours, and you both started clawing at one another.

he'd take off his boxers, and you'd slide off your panties. you'd start to take off your shirt, but he would grab it and do it for you, just so rearing to go at the thought of getting you pregnant, so incredibly turned on by the thought of you walking around carrying his child.

he'd whisper in your ear as he fucks you, saying things like "I'm gonna fill you up" and "you're gonna look so good with my baby in you"

he'd stay inside you after he came, keeping all of his cum inside you, kissing and whispering sweet things to you before he got hard and started thrusting in you again. he'd switch between slow and deep and hard and fast, between making love to you and making sure he came hard enough to get plenty of his seed in you.

you'd both cum a plethora of times and have made a mess of the sheets with how much was spilled out from the both of you. but once he was satisfied with his work, and you were both exhausted and so blissed out, he'd slip out of you, but pull your legs up at an angle. "just to be sure, my love. it's gotta stay in there." he'd smile.

you'd both then cuddle up together to fall asleep, and before you both pass out for the night, he'd say "I can't wait to be mommy and daddy."

GOD I NEED HIM SO BAD. I DONT EVEN WANT KIDS IN MY REAL LIFE BUT I WILL HAVE HIS IF HE ASKED ME I STG.

I desire him carnally 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[lildashofheaven1]

Emetophobia

Joseph Quinn x y/n

Joe helping you through your struggles with emetophobia

“Joey i-i cant, i dont wanna throw up” i sobbed as i was hunched over the toilet in our shared apartment.

We had been out all day and all day i’ve felt so sick, it might just be a viral flu but i have an extreme phobia of being ill and vomiting.

I had originally kept joe out of the bathroom by locking the door, i hate my phobia and i dont want him to see me like this. However with some kind words (and a screwdriver) he got through and was now sat on the floor with me rubbing my back and encouraging me through it.

“Cmon baby, it’ll be 5 minutes and you’ll feel better” he said gently in my ear.

“I-i cant, i-im scared” i started having a panic attack as i felt like i was going to throw up.

“Hey- hey cmon sweetheart, you’re okay darling” he said as he held my shoulders gently and took my hand and held it on his chest.

“Follow my breathing my love, your okay, you just need to throw up, your bodys telling you what it needs and it needs to be sick” he comforted me.

“Joey im scared- throwing up makes me stop breathing and i hate-i hate it” i sobbed into his neck.

“I know darling- i know, you’re not gonna feel any better unless you get whatever’s making you sick out of your tummy” he said as he gently rubbed my stomach.

He raised his arm above my head and grabbed the glass of water he had gotten me.

He held the glass to my lips and said

“Sip a little bit my love it’ll help” he almost whispered in my ear.

I did as he asked and we sat there for around 10 more minutes with my stomach cramping from the sickness.

“Joey” i mumbled as i readjusted

He looked down at me and said

“Yes my love”

I felt it again and lunged forward while saying “m gonna throw up”

He immediately grabbed my hair back as i emptied my stomach with him holding my hair up with one hand and rubbing my back, as i took breaks from vomiting he held the glass of water to my mouth again.

I eventually sat back against his chest

“Do you think your all done baby?” He asked

“Yeah i think so” i mumbled to him.

“Good girl, your so brave i love you so much, my brave girl” he said to me as he kissed my neck.

“Cmon lets get you back to bed” he said as he picked me up with one arm below my back and the other below my behind.

He sat me on the bed and thats when i realised i had puke on my shirt.

“Arms up my love” he said to me, i did as he asked and he took my shirt off along with my shorts and got me dressed into one of his shirts and left me in my panties as i was boiling.

I stood up about to take the dirty clothes straight to the wash.

“What do you think your doing love?” He smiled at me

“Leave that for me, i was going to get you your bottle of water anyway” he said as he let me lay in our bed and he passed me the remote.

He returned minutes later with my big bottle of water, and we sat together in our bed and watched whatever was on tv.

I love this man so much, he loves me for all the reasons i dont love myself and i couldnt thank him enough for that.