#amee answers

[sincerelyamee]

I just finished reading 'your life as a jjk background character' and I just wanna say it is the best fricking jjk reader insert fic I have ever read!!

The characters' interactions with Spices and the way they are always scheming in the shadows, honestly I really fell in love with Spices character. I really felt part of this little world and I was left with an empty feeling in my heart when I finished the fic, like what am I gonna do with my free time now???

Anyway I just want to thank you for writing such an awesome fic!!

Thank you so much! I'm so happy you liked the story!! Now it's time to hop over to Divine Ruination and join the Culling Game 🎯

[kalevalaknights]

hey! I really love your art🫶💖 I thought I was already following you but I guess not whoops

if you're still taking art requests could I ask you to please draw something with heist!Mark? he's one of my absolute favourite egos but he rarely gets enough love😔💔

Don’t worry.. hold my hand.. we will be heist fans together

[technologyvoid]

trick or treat!! :3

Treat! Warm coffee with whipped cream

[mnt-eevee]

9, 12, 18! (platonically) 💖

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW MULTIPLE WERE ALLOWED!!!!!!!!! I WOULDVE SENT YOU MORE!!!!! EEK!!!!!!

[ameenvie]

jaime x reader christmas request :) maybe a second chance romance a la “last christmas” by wham! ? i love your writing and i’m looking forward to these holiday fics no matter what <3

HIIIIII!!!! This requrest was so insanely good, I loved it sm, Last Christmas is my favourite Christmas song ever, so It was extra special! 🥺 I've finished the fic, I'm so sorry it took me so long, but I really hope you like it! ❤❤ You can find it here. 🎄 And Happy New Year! ✨

[unskilledpoint]

speaking of how come you didnt assign prns to unskilled?

its jssut eaisyser to ltet othr ppl choes basd off viebs. laso i doent rlly caer wghwvat prns aer uaesd foar me hoeneaslty.

[let-me-be-an-egg-toast]

Pls pls nimmie amee and nick chopper reuniting bittersweetly and she tells him all the things he missed and how she's now happy with her current husband (TO THOSE WHO KNOW 🔥🔥🔥)(to those who dont: Chopfyt)

Nick just absolutely being heartbroken over the fact he (unintentionally) left her all alone for years wondering where he has been w absolutely no answers

Nimmie now being a WITCH because YES please witch nimmie

Nimmie helping Nick realize he's absolutely smitten by Scarecrow and just reinforce the fact Nick is always the one oblivious to his own feelings

Captain Fyter realizing he only tried finding Nimmie cuz he ( subconsciously thinks he) has no more purpose for him left until girlboss Ozma is like "erm actually we need you in the battlelines here Captain"

ALSO PLS MAKE CHOPFYT BODY HORROR PLS PLS NIMMIE IS CONFIRMED MONSTERFUCKER (/JJJJ....or am I.) MAKE HIM THIS AMALGAMATION FLESH HUMANOID MAYBE HE'S MADE OF MORE THAN JUST NICK AND FYTER

Fuck it I'll draw it MYSELF

[lenamiyabi]

who asked for lore of my lovely ocs??

no one but me

sighhh

Julian: Voiceclaim - MICO. Filipino. speaks very very good english. Low ponytails are his whole vibe. Straight but fruity. stay-at-home musician with a steady-ish income but he’s never sure. Bottles up his feelings even though it only does him harm. Tries to open up though. Black-haired. Headphones, posters, clothes covering the ground, computer screens, leather jackets and oversized shirts.

Sarah: Voiceclaim - Chappell Roan. Lesbian, American to the death. High ponytail. Brash but kind. Dances around a circle before telling you the actual thing. Blondette. Crop-tops, miniskirts, platform heels, glitter, pink, pop, mirrored disco balls, quick kisses, flirty remarks, roller skates.

Esther: Voiceclaim - Emilee from The Crane Wives. They/them, AAPI. Black hair with a streak of silver. Doesn’t care if you misgender them tbh. Really quiet, mysterious. Likes reading. Books, fairy lights, pillows, blankets, electric guitars, whispers, coffee, 1 AM study sessions, bugs, tarot, crystal balls, dreamcatchers, candles, horoscopes, astrology, gods and monsters, myths and legends.

Amee: Voiceclaim - Milk in the Microwave. Works on the same label as Julian. She/her. Dyed curly red hair. Clear voice like a songbird’s. Bright yet naive. Trusting and that comes back to bite her. Daydreams. Weird, but not in a bad way. Big doe eyes. Skipping randomly. Hums songs. Steampunk, trinkets, creations, bronze, goggles, long intricate dresses, bodices, corsets, top hats, the color brown.

Aria: Voiceclaim - TE/MO. Two-colored hair, pink bangs and black hair. She/her…ish. Not very sure tbh. American? British? Who even knows at this point. Ponders a lot about simple questions, unraveling the layer of complexity underneath. Identity, nationality, age, pronouns…all of them are so complex, she thinks so. Red sweaters, questions, autumn, crunched dry leaves, warm drinks, even more questions, notebooks and pens, paragraphs of essays just to answer a single question.

Stephen: Voiceclaim - Hozier. Black-haired. Probably Amee’s dad. He/him. Dry chuckles. Caring, father-figure, does not care about himself enough. Tired. Can’t you tell he’s trying? Bottled-up rage. Keeps things secret for his children(friend)s’ sake. Black coffee, eye bags, acoustic guitar, bed at 3, shaving, thrown away bottles of whiskey, cigarettes, drugs somewhere at the bottom of his cabinet that he doesn’t dare touch, guilt, guilt, so much guilt.

Seraphina: Voiceclaim - Phương Mỹ Chi. Dyed strawberry blond hair, medium ponytail. Might be a time traveler. Who knows. Can do lots of things with her hands and even more in her mind. Watch what she can do with her fingers. Clocks. Everywhere. Ao dai is her entire aesthetic. A crane. History is her passion. Draws beautifully. Loyal to a fault. Sunlight, rice balkans, dandelions, flower crowns, light piano, coffee shops, pastries, tea, sketchbooks. Nature and time.

Jane: Voiceclaim - Stephanie Poetri. Soft warm black hair, jellyfish hairstyle. Possibly American. A police officer, tries to be there for her husband - Stephen - and their daughter. Caring. A great listener. She can comfort the heck out of you. Never doubt her ability to guess what you're feeling. Cups of lattes, long coffee orders, warm blankets on a cold winter night, hugs, the beauty of marriage, loyalty, soft eyes, pretty outfits, recognizable even in a crowd, roller skates, diets, working out, cheat days, desserts.

[forged-in-stardust]

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Amee Vanderpool at SHERO:

I’ll admit that I haven’t been paying enough attention to Canadian politics. As an American, I am guilty of making all things political about me. I have been focused on the disastrous last eight years the United States has been having and have just assumed that our steady neighbors would “keep calm and carry on” and hold things down on a sensible note for our continent. It looks like our friends in the North are having some trouble, too. Now, the ever-growing unpopularity of Canadian Prime Minster Justin Trudeau is getting too substantial to overlook. The last time I checked, I thought we could count on Canada yet again for some stability in a time of American political upheaval. The risk of losing our emotional support country is too overwhelming, and I think it’s time to take a closer look to discern what is really happening in Canada — to try not to make it all about us, as Americans are wont to do. Justin Trudeau has been serving as the 23rd prime minister of Canada since 2015, and has acted as the leader of the Liberal Party since 2013. William Lyon Mackenzie King is Canada's longest-serving prime minister, holding office for a total of nearly 22 years, over three non-consecutive terms. He lead the country through industrialization, the Great Depression, and World War II. It seems the notion of steady leadership worked for King in a time of great turmoil, but now the people of Canada appear to be restless under the banner of a stale economy. Sound familiar? During the first Trump administration (and yes, it hurt like hell to type out “first”there), I remember relying heavily on the notion of Canadian stability to get us through those tumultuous four years. At that time, Trudeau was like a breath of fresh air for Americans — a steady, rational representation of how people had been choosing politicians for years. He was a brilliant and reassuring counterpart for the instability and short fuse that Donald Trump showed the world on a daily basis. Even Melania Trump appeared to be distracted for a moment by Justin Trudeau and all of his sparkly promise.

Now, Trudeau’s unpopularity appears to be a common feature of Canadian politics, and I have to admit it couldn’t come at a worse time for the United States. In late July of this year, just as President Biden was making the decision to step down in the next election with a proverbial political gun held to his head, an Abacus Data/Toronto Star poll attempted to pinpoint where the Trudeau antipathy was rooted, and whether it was based on something he had done, or on his long tenure. The poll was conducted online with 2,000 Canadian adults from July 16 to 22 of this year. The top two reasons cited for negative impressions of Trudeau were disappointment in what he’s done, with 59% saying that was the prominent reason, and his management of the federal budget, with 55% saying that was the major reason for their dislike of Trudeau. In this poll, 77% cited his weakness as a leader, and 66% said they were simply tired of him. Sound familiar?

Abacus offered respondents a choice of 11 ways to describe why they were rating Trudeau so negatively and the answers included his foreign, social and climate policies and a sense that he’s “out of touch,” or the regard in which he is held by other world leaders. While it may be true that Justin Trudeau was not keeping Canada as visible as the country would have liked with regard to global politics, the phrase “out of touch” feels like code for a young man that is not acting modern or virile enough. [...] The threat of an extreme candidate representing the Conservative Party in Canada seems to be the only thing holding the Canadian electorate at bay in terms of a complete overhaul of the government. We can all agree that the case of Donald Trump and his popularity in the United States is something that mirrors the Conservative movement all over the world (think France and Marine LePen).

Canadian PM Justin Trudeau (Lib) is facing a massive crisis, and it could lead his party to a big wipeout at next year’s elections. His crisis make Joe Biden’s look mild in comparison.

[sapphoschoices]

Never Lonely

Book: The Unexpected Heiress

Characters: Amelia Hayes, Zelda Hayes (TUH MC)

Relationships: Amelia Hayes & TUH MC (platonic)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 557

Summary: Amelia and Zelda have some discussion about love before Amelia leaves to search for her very own, leaving Zelda with her own severe lack of longing.

For @choicesficwriterscreations pride bingo (Identity)

“You're mad!” Zelda was sprawled out on her sister's bed, as the other finished packing her belongings away, ready for her trip across the Atlantic in a few days.

“You'll have to find someone someday too.” Amelia sat beside her younger sister, poking her arm to get her attention. “Do not resent me because this is how I am doing it.”

“I do not wish to find anyone!” Zelda shot up, folding her arms stubbornly over her chest. “I don't want to get married, and I don't want to perform any of those ‘marital duties’ with any man.” She tensed her shoulders and grimaced at her own implications.

Amelia narrowed her eyes at her sister for a moment, “Why are you looking at me like that?” Zelda squirmed under her sister's gaze. “Stop being odd.”

“I had a friend,” Amelia gave Zelda a serious look. “Who was also uninterested in men. Instead, her interests lay with women.” She whispered, cautious for wanderers through the walls. “Perhaps you and her are one and the same?”

Zelda took a moment to think over what her sister said, staring contemplatively at the wall. “Would I have to kiss her?”

It wasn't the question Amelia expected, but one she would still freely answer. “I suppose the same things would be expected in that relationship. You just wouldn't be public about it.” She shrugged and turned back to look at Zelda, who wore a somehow even more disgusted look on her face.

“I do not think that is for me, Amee.” Zelda shook her head before snatching a hairbrush from Amelia's bag. “And my hairbrushes are not for you! I hid this one from you!” She clutched it to her chest and scowled at her sister.

“But it is something for me to remember you by, sweetest sister.” Amelia stuck out her bottom lip in mock sorrow while attempting to pry the brush out of Zelda's iron-grip.

“Why don't you take something else to remember me? Like one of my back teeth, perhaps?” Zelda tilted her head up at her sister, who only rolled her eyes in return.

“Perhaps it is a good job you are uninterested in romance, I can't imagine anyone who would put up with you.” Amelia bumped her shoulder against Zelda's, who, in turn, dramatically flopped back onto the bed.

“You pushed me!” Zelda pointed accusingly with the hint of a cheeky smile on her face.

“I did no such thing, you little liar.” Amelia reached down to poke Zelda's cheek, but she dodged her face away in the nick of time.

“Do you truly think I will be lonely?” Zelda looked dead in her sister's eyes, earnestly looking to her sister for guidance for the first time in years. “I know I wouldn't enjoy marriage, but I don't wish to be alone.”

Amelia cupped Zelda's cheek in her hand. “I'm sure you will find someone to love. Whether that be as a romantic lover, or just a friend. I do not believe you could ever be lonely.”

“I will be lonely when you go away, Amee.” Zelda pouted, though she relaxed comfortably into her sister's hold on her.

“I will be home eventually,” She smiled softly, “and you shall visit me for my wedding!”

Zelda rolled her eyes, “Well I certainly shall not be catching your bouquet.”

[sincerelyamee]

How do u release such high quality chapters in short amount of time ?! Are u magical 😭

It's a mix of ✨️untreated ADHD✨️ and having absolutely zero social life! Oh and, whenever work slows down, I can write for hours on end. You know how it goes—boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, so I write JJK fics on company time 🤭

[instantpansies]

i'm not into the wicked lore as much but i'm very into the oz books! here's the answer to that "apparently".

while the tin woodman and scarecrow never *technically, officially* went on a *date*, their relationship is pretty heavily implied. based on the way the books focus on them, they're canonically closer friends than anyone except dorothy and ozma (who are also gay but that's another post). the tin man hung up more portraits of the scarecrow than all his other friends at his tin palace. tincrow lived together for a year because they "couldn't stand to be apart", they spend most of their time together in every book, they constantly talk about each other and praise among other characteristics each other's brains and heart - which are attributes that the scarecrow and the tin woodman, respectively, value above all else in book 1. they come to appreciate the opposite trait through their relationship and the example that the other embodies, and both begin to notice both traits in each other, showing that their relationship progresses over the course of the books and makes both of them better. (spoilers for ozma of oz) scarecrow collapses into the tin man's arms when he learns he's alive after thinking he was gone forever. their priorities go in order: ozma and dorothy (aka queens and country), then each other, then the rest of the world. i love characters whose relationship is second only to duty. the tin woodman is clearly jealous when someone flirts with the scarecrow. they go to great lengths to spend time together, and when something goes wrong, they save each other (literally put each other back together). finally, the big one imo: (spoilers for the tin woodman of oz) the tin woodman still has a sense of duty to the girl he was wooing when he was turned into tin and subsequently rusted in the woods, nimmie amee. despite the relationship he has with the scarecrow (and dorothy and ozma and his other closest friends), he still believes himself incapable of love (bc he's no longer in love with amee), since he supposedly has "a Kind Heart, not a Loving Heart". so, though the scarecrow stands a chance of losing his closest friend, he goes with the tin woodman to find amee and tell her the truth about what happened. he's willing to go that far, and do it joyfully, despite the very real possibility that the tin woodman will fall back in love with amee and leave him and oz behind. not literally bc he'd still be in oz but he would give up his throne, his standing as a royal advisor, his palace, his people, and his constant contact with his friends, but ykwim. luckily as it turns out amee is doing great and has found a new guy and the tin woodman has a weird experience talking to his old body parts and then he and the scarecrow leave with that immense weight off their backs to go frolic in the emerald city again.

tldr, the tin woodman and the scarecrow are extremely devoted to each other. love is real

Wicked speaks to millions because it tells an age old tale.

Two unrealized lesbians fighting over the gay theater boy who ain't shit.

[technologyvoid]

hiyaaa, popping in for a song rec :3

A friend's guitar cover of this

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

*sneaks into your asks* ok I’ve been having such bad SE brainrot, I just want to sit in his lap and play with his hair in silence as he grows sleepy. He looks so nice to nap with ;;; and his hair is so *grabby hands*

Oh no need to sneak in, bestie, the window door is wide open

fluffy tomato… soft,,,🥰

SE Saeran x gender neutral reader | Words: 809

It was quiet. A comfortable, peaceful silence had filled the air that day. Perhaps a little uncharacteristic for at least half of the occupants of this household, but it was… nice.

Saeran was a tired person, exhausted in every sense, and at times he would only have the energy to do little more than gaze at the sky with a faraway look in his eyes — mint eyes that no longer constantly bore such a sharp, saturated intensity but had seemingly faded to a watery blue-green that reminded you of the ocean.

One of the best aspects of this new home was the plethora of windows in comparison to the dark bunker underground. It had been your idea to position a sofa facing a particularly large one, and it warmed your heart to see him sitting here, tiny smile on his lips, blanket draped over his shoulders, watching the clouds lazily traverse the cool, light slate blue of the sky. A dim, white light spilled into the otherwise unlit room.

You noticed the lightest pattering on the glass and the ground outside; it was one of those wet autumn days where the sunlight barely peeked out from behind the cloud-filled sky and the grass and the earth was alive and the trees were truly breathing and the flowers outside each window frame looked rejuvenated, covered in gleaming pearls. There was a slight chill sneaking through the closed windows, hence the blanket (he was always cold), but you didn't mind and he didn't seem to either. If anything, it was refreshing.

You gazed at the man with a fond smile. You couldn't help but note how cosy he looked.

Slowly, not wanting to interrupt the quiet atmosphere, you paced across the room to stand directly behind him. He didn't respond but you knew he'd heard you. He always did. You placed one hand gently on his shoulder, feeling him tense slightly before immediately relaxing into your touch, knowing it was you. You moved your hand to rest in his vivid curls, and when he didn't resist, you took to combing your fingers through them, careful not to let them tangle too much.

His hair had always been a striking feature (strikingly beautiful), along with his eyes (piercing your soul), but over time it had grown out, healthy and red and so satisfyingly soft.

At first, he'd been far too exhausted to keep dyeing it as he had done in the past. That and in those earlier times, his brother was far too paranoid to let anything remotely, potentially dangerous into Saeran's vicinity (and for good reason, you had thought sadly).

Now, he keeps it this way by choice, because he likes how it feels. And even more, because you like it and he loves how it makes him feel when you pet and play with it, though he never admits this out loud.

He sighed contentedly as you stroked his soft locks and you could imagine the peaceful look on his face. He only turned his head to look at you when you unraveled your fingers from his hair to circle around the side of the couch, taking a seat by his side.

You nudged against him and tenderly placed the back of your hand on his knee, meeting his gaze. His eyes seemed to soften further as he gave you a small nod, as if knowing exactly what you wanted, and you carefully climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms and the folds of the large blanket around your frame, huddling you closer to his body, craving your warmth. You happily snuggled into his chest, swinging your legs onto the sofa and placing your feet by his side under the blanket. He was wearing a thick, knitted sweater and he smelled like autumn air.

He leaned his head down slightly and you returned one hand to his hair, feeling his breath on your wrist and the slow movements of his chest. It made you happy to know that your presence relaxed him so much, having met him as someone who was on high alert most of the time. The feeling was mutual, though he never understood why someone like him would make you feel safe and calm, like you did for him.

Nowadays there was ample opportunity to allow yourself to be vulnerable in his space, to remind him that he was not only loved but trusted. It confused him still, even after all this time, but he welcomed the feelings that came with knowing this.

No words were spoken, but you don't need them. Slowly but surely, his eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep, secure in the feeling of holding onto you. You are his sanctuary and he is yours. You feel the weight of drowsiness, and soon you too are sleeping soundly in his embrace.

[ameenvie]

Bubbles - jamie tartt x fem!reader

masterlist | ao3 | ko-fi | fic recs

"i'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk"

Word count: 1.3k Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI!, bathtub sex, fingering, teasing Tags: smut, fluff Prompt/Summary: Kinktorber day 2: Bath/shower A/N: Hi loves! 🥰 This is a much shorted Jamie fic based on the 2nd day prompt of THIS awesome kinktober prompt list by @flightlessangelwings. I hope you all enjoy it, any feedback is highy appreciated as I'm still getting the hang of this! :') (Btw where do y'all find those awesome aesthetic pictures for your fics, its so hard 😭) xxx, Amee

“I’m home!” You exclaimed as you stepped through the door into your home, but silence was all you got as an answer. Right - you thought. Jamie was still at practice.

Your legs hurt from being on your feet all day and you wanted nothing more than having a little alone time to relax and unwind, so you kicked off your shoes and dropped your jacket down before you headed towards the bathroom.

You lit your favourite fall-scented candle and descended into the hot water. You felt all your muscles relax and you closed your eyes, the warm water swirled around your bare skin, the smell of the candle filled your nose and you felt like the hardships of the day just washed away – now only a distant memory in the back of your mind.

You weren’t sure how much time you spent like that, but the sound of the front door opening brought you back to reality.

“Babe, I’m home!” You heard Jamie’s voice and the sound of the door closing behind him.

“I’m in here!” you replied. There was a second of silence, a small thud as he dropped his bag to the floor, then footsteps approaching before he opened the bathroom door. His hair was a little dishevelled and wet just like his clothes.

“Are you alright?” you asked as you looked up at him.

“Just got caught up in the rain, love. Mind if I join?” he asked with a cheeky smile before he took off his t-shirt in a quick motion then the rest of his clothes. „Scooch over, will ya’?”

You couldn't help but smile and oblige his request as you moved to the end of the tub so he can get in and settle behind your back. He spread his legs and you adjusted yourself between them and laid against his chest. You looked up at him and he pressed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Welcome home” you mused as he hugged you tight to his chest and kissed your temple. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. You enjoyed this silent moment together, your bodies wrapped around each other as you held his arms that pulled you flush against his naked body, not an inch of space between the two of you.

After a bit he couldn't resist the temptation anymore and kissed your neck. He pressed a soft kiss just under your ear, then he traced his plump lips against your neck before he settled on your shoulder, nibbing and kissing your wet skin. You tilted your head backwards to give him better access which he gladly took. You moved your hand and tangled your fingers in his hazelnut locks as you pulled him closer.

You felt your body heat up as his skin flushed against yours and he bit down on your neck softly, not enough to leave a mark but enough to leave a tingling sensation in its wake. The water was hot, but you still felt his skin burning against yours.

He slowly shifted his hand from hugging you to cradling your breast, massaging and caressing them. You let out a shaky breath and involuntary bucked your hips as you felt arousal wash over your body. You turned to Jamie and whispered his name against his lips.

He looked down at you with half hooded eyes before he pulled you into another kiss, this time it wasn’t as soft and slow as before – it was hungrier, he pushed his tongue against your lips, urging you to grant him access which you happily did. You parted your lips and in a heartbeat his tongue was on yours, dancing in perfect rhythm, fighting for dominance before you had to break apart for air. You bit his lower lip before you felt his free hand snake down your abdomen. He took his sweet time before he started caressing your inner thigh, his touch light as a feather which gave you goosebumps and made you a whimpering mess.

His other hand gently pinched and flicked your nipple while he kissed you. His touch felt so good, his hand on you everywhere, you couldn't take the teasing anymore. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed and rolled your hips to get him to touch you where you needed him the most.

„Jamie, touch me please” you whined, which earned you a low moan from him. He looked into your eyes before slowly moving his fingers closer and closer to your throbbing core. He was such a tease, he loved how much you wanted him, how you pleaded and begged for him to make you feel good, make you feel so good you saw stars. He took his time resting his fingers on your lower abdomen, tracing slow circles there before finally touching your swollen clit.

You moaned under his touch, and his finger stilled before he started to circle it around your sensitive bud. There was no rush in his movements, he took his time, drinking in every involuntary movement, every whine, moan, and hitched breath you let out, studying your reaction and adjusting his technique to make you feel as good as you deserved.

His other hand never left your boob, caressing and squeezing and teasing relentlessly, his mouth trailed your neck, kissed and bit your earlobe, whispering sweet nothings about how gorgeous you were, his good girl.  His finger left your clit and you whined at the loss, but he shushed you as he traced it along your folds as he aligned his finger with your dripping entrance before he pushed it into you.

„Fucking hell, love. You’re so wet” he groaned before quickly adding another finger. You rolled your hips against his palm which caused him to push deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot. He adjusted his position and pressed his thumb against your clit while his other fingers were still buried deep inside you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, and you felt his erection press against you.

He drew perfect circles on you and curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside you, causing your breaths to become shallow, your words uncoherent. The pleasure was building rapidly inside you, and you felt the knot tighten in your belly more and more each second. You grabbed the edge of the tub to try to keep yourself together, but his lips on your neck, one of his hands teasing your nipple and the other being between your legs started to become too much to handle. Your high was approaching rapidly. You threw your head back against his shoulder and pulled him closer with your hand in his hair.

„I- I’m gonna’ come, Jamie” you stuttered, rolling your hips against him faster, and he matched the pace, pressing his fingers into you deeper as the movement of his thumb never faltered on you.

“I know, love” he replied as he pressed a soft, sloppy kiss on your neck, sucking your skin a little. You felt every muscle in your body wind up, like a rubber band that’s about to snap any second. You gripped Jamie’s thigh next to you and dug your nails into his skin, which caused him to hiss at the sensation.

“Be my good girl, c’mon babe” he whispered into your ear, and you rolled your hip against his palm one final time before everything came crushing down, your toes curled and all the tension in your body released. White took over your vision as you came down from your high with his fingers still inside you.

He leaned down and pulled you into a sloppy kiss and rested his forehead against yours, a few of stray strands of hair tickled your face.

“I love you” you whispered, and he smiled with one of those sweet, innocent and purely happy smiles of his.

“I love you too” he replied and pulled you into another kiss.