#james kelly x y/n

[anakinstwinklebunny]

JAMES KELLY isn’t just a man who likes going down on you--he lives for it. To him, it’s not just foreplay; it’s a full-on religion where's pp he’s your most devoted worshipper.

He’ll strip you slowly, rough hands sliding up your plush thighs with such care, eyes locked on yours like he’s savoring your anticipation. “Lay back for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice deep and commanding yet with enough softness to make your breath hitch. “Let me take care of you like I always do"

And when you do? He's feral. Drags your panties down with his teeth if you allow him, a few day stubble brushing your skin in a way that has you squirming before he even touches you where you need him most.

But one thing to give him credit for - James doesn’t rush. He starts slow, kissing up your thighs, licking and nipping at your sensitive skin, leaving faint marks as if he's just getting ready to leave more “So fuckin’ soft,” he mutters, voice muffled against you. “and all mine.”

The first swipe of his tongue is teasing, just a slow flick that makes you gasp. And when he hears it? It's over. That’s all the encouragement he needs to hear before his tongue slides over your folds in this maddening way.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me already,” he groans, pulling back just enough to let you hear how wet you are for him.

James is greedy, relentless. His tongue alternates between slow, languid strokes that make you melt and those sharp, more focused flicks that have your toes curling, eyes rolling. He sucks on your clit, drawing out broken gasps from your lips, and when you tug on his hair--nothing but hard--he groans into you, making sure the sound would vibrate against your folds

“Fuck, baby, you taste so sweet,” he rasps, voice hoarse and breathless as he looks up at you, with his lips shiny with your slick. “Could stay here forever, bury my face in this perfect pussy. You want that?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer; he knows you want it, even need it as much as he does. Those large hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer, tongue delving deeper as he hums in pure satisfaction. Every moan, every whimper you let out spurs him on - movements becoming more frantic, more desperate to make you come again, again and again till you both pass out.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmurs, fingers digging into the pushiness of your thigh “You gonna come for me? Gonna give me what I want? Fill my mouth with your pretty juice?"

And how can you not when he's so great? But even if you came, he just doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, tongue and fingers working in tandem to drag out every second of your climax until you’re trembling beneath him, breathless and wrecked. “That’s it,” voice rough with pride. “Good girl. So fuckin’ perfect for me.”

And when he’s done? When you’re lying there, boneless and spent, he leans up, kissing you deeply to let you taste yourself on his mouth.

I've been craving my Jammie :(( and my pretty Vader

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[weixuldo]

Who's your Daddy?

Older!James Kelly x f!reader

(SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG OMLLLL- i’ve never written anything other than starwars lol- but I hope this is enjoyable. I also havent ever written fauxscest and I wouldn't say i'm really into it, but I feel like it fits the character lowkey)

One of James' customer mistakes you for his daughter and you actually play along...James isnt thrilled

warnings: dead dove do not eat?, Fauxscest, age gap, orgasm denial, just regular schmegular smex, name calling,

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 “Fuck Jamie!” you squealed as DILF!James Kelly harshly bent you over the old camaro that had been sitting in his shop for the past two weeks. 

His strong tattooed hand had your nicely curled hair in a strong grip as he smacked your ass with the other. “You wanna act like a child so bad, then I’ll treat you like one” he said as he continued to spank you. 

Earlier, James had been finishing up a job on an old Ford pickup and was negotiating payment with the owner when you skipped out from inside the shop wearing shorts and a tank top.

In James’ “office”- really just a room with a chair and desk that he’d toss papers on (or eat you out on)- he had a bowl of candy just in case a client brought around their kids. James never really knew what to do with kids, but you told him having a candy jar would make him seem less scary.

Of course he had one the next day.

But clients never really brought their kids around the shop so you got to enjoy the majority of the candy. Today you were feeling the cherry lollipop and twirled it around your mouth as you scampered out to see what James was up to. 

As you walked out you saw James broad back facing you as he stood with his arms crossed towards a gruff man with gray hair. They looked like they were talking shop- how boring.

You sighed and were about to go back inside when the gray haired man noticed you. 

“Kelly, you never mentioned ya had kids?”. 

James was taken aback- kids? 

He turned to see what the man was looking at when his icy eyes landed on your tantalizing form; it was nearly 97 degrees and humid as fuck- why the hell did you look so good?

He subconsciously licked his bottom lip before remembering the man’s comment; he turned back just about to protest when you skipped up to him and threw your arms around him. 

“He’s never mentioned me?” you said with a fake pout. 

“But dad- I thought you were proud of me? Why don’t you tell your friends about me?” 

James was too stunned to speak- sure, you’d occasionally call him “daddy” in bed but he never thought that act would leave the bedroom. His left eye twitched as he looked down at your doe eyed expression. 

“Haha- I’m sure yer Dad’s proud of ya kiddo- probably just wanted to hide you away cause you’d have all the boys riled up” the gray haired man chuckled as James fought to keep his frustration at bay. 

“Is that why daddy?” you asked innocently. 

James was pissed

…

and extremely turned on.

But he was really bothered that his client was obviously checking you out right in front of him. He clenched his jaw once more before straining out an answer. 

“Yea thats why, sweetheart. I’d hate to have to get the shotgun out of the shed for something other than hunting” he falsely smiled. 

You hugged him once more before heading back inside “Well I’ll let you two keep talking- Thanks for choosing my dad’s shop” you smiled at the man before your boyfriend. 

He shot back a bright grin “Not a problem darlin’, I’ll be sure to come to yer Dad’s shop from now on haha”. 

James clenched his fists at his sides, he could feel himself losing his composure.

The man finally paid James and added a little extra and told him to “buy somethin’ nice for that daughter of yer’s”. 

Oh- James would definitely not be buying you something nice after the little stunt you just pulled. 

“She's a looker Kelly, better keep an eye on her'' the man commented once more before hopping into his newly fixed truck. 

James just nodded as he counted the money the man paid him, “Yea, i’m always lookin at her- especially when she's bouncing on my cock”. 

The old man’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets; “Pardon?!”. 

James finally met his eye once more with a smug look, “Yea, she’s not my daughter- that’s my girlfriend”. 

The man just sat with the truck held in reverse as he tried to replay the whole interaction. 

“And I’m gonna fuck her raw for that shit she just pulled- Thanks for the tip and have a nice day” he said before shoving the cash into his pocket and shutting the garage gate. 

You had taken a seat at James’ desk as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. You thought it was funny to play with him like that but you didn’t think it would get him too worked up- so when you heard him call for you to come out to the garage your body buzzed with nervous excitement. 

He had called your name harsher than he normally would so you could tell he was feeling some type of way but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what… were you about to be lectured, yelled at, or fucked? 

Maybe all three heh

James was standing domineeringly with his feet slightly parted and arms crossed tight as you entered the garage. 

“Yesss? What’s wrong Jamie” you answered innocently. 

He clicked his tongue and cut his eyes, “you know damn well what you were doing”. 

You pouted your pretty lips and shook your head, “I don’t really see anything wrong with joking” you said smugly. 

Annnd now you’re here, bent over his camaro with him ruthlessly plunging his thick cock in and out of you.

James’ veins popped as he tugged at your hair with one hand and angled your hips up with the other. He was panting like an animal as he forcefully thrusted into you, heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit. 

“Fuck, please! Jamie- Slow down!” you cried as you grounded yourself on the hood of the old car as your boyfriend hit it from the back. 

“Jamie?” he questioned, squeezing your ass harder.

“James!” you managed.

He let out a low chuckle that made you even wetter than before, “you wanted to call me dad so bad earlier, what happened, doll?”. 

You could hear his stupid smirk in the way he spoke, you wanted to say something but all that was coming out were pathetic whimpers and moans.

You felt him shudder as you clenched your gummy walls around his throbbing cock- “s-shit” he cursed under his breath as he slowly pulled out until just his tip was left in you. 

Your eyes were already brimming with tears-but when he stopped his movements, the tears started to flow. Your poor pussy ached for him to slide between your folds- once he started, you needed him to finish. 

It was almost criminal how empty you felt without your boyfriend’s dick inside of you. You began to whine the longer he held still. 

“You think you’re so slick, little brat” he growled as his rough palm made contact with your bright red ass cheek for the umpteenth time. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear and you felt the cool silver of his cross chain as it slid down your arched spine. 

“Who am I” he asked with a dangerous lilt to his voice. 

“James” you cried again, you knew that was the wrong answer but you needed him to keep going.

Without warning he plunged into you and bottomed out as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. But just as fast as he was in, he had resumed the previous position. 

“Incorrect” he said before pulling completely out. 

You whimpered before he flipped you around so that you were staring at his flushed face; God he was perfect. Looking down between the two of you- his hard cock was completely coated in your combined juices and twitched as he stood over you. 

He grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your aching core once more before shoving himself in with an abrupt snap of his hips. You gripped onto his forearms as you yelped. 

“Who am I” he asked once more, his voice low with lust. 

“D-Daddy” you cried in humiliation as you shied away from James’ watchful eyes. 

He halted his movements and leaned closer to your ear, “Almost. What did you call me earlier, doll?” he said with a devious smirk. 

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “...dad”. 

“What was that baby? Didn’t hear ya” James taunted. 

“DAD!” you wailed as you dug your nails into your older man’s forearms. 

“That’s it, Sweetheart” he smiled as he quickened his pace. 

You moaned as his sloppy thrusts jiggled your breasts around for Jame’s viewing pleasure. You felt your high approaching fast. 

“Fuck- I”m close- I” you cried as James continued diving deeper and deeper into your sopping cunt. 

James bit his bottom lip and pulled out as fast as he had been fucking you; leaving you with a disappointingly empty feeling. You gasped at the loss of his massive member and your eyes shot open to see why your boyfriend felt the need to pull out. 

There he was in all of his glory; brow adorned with sweat , face flushed, brows drawn together, and lips parted. Soon you felt his warm ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach, you whimpered at the wasted seed and your lost orgasm. 

He finished stroking himself with a shudder and squeezed out the rest of his spend onto you with a low groan. 

“W-why?” you almost cried as your boyfriend began to clean himself off. 

“Good girls wouldn’t cum from their dad’s dick-” he tossed you a towel from the hanger on the wall, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, little one”. 

“Once you’ve had time to think about your actions and clean up- maybe I’ll consider letting you cum” he said before leaving you alone and empty in his dim office. 

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lol I hope you enjoyed :)

[samonroegf]

calling james kelly dad, dead dove do not eat, smut. ᝰ masterlist

his cock is piledriving you, james kelly is fucking you dumb. a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, your face pushed into the pillows. one hand secured to your hip, helping him keep a steady pace.

“you still with me?” his voice is almost mocking, making fun of you for losing all your words and thoughts. such a smart girl, usually but now you can't even mumble coherently.

a smack to your ass brings you back to life, like your spirit has been pushed back into your body, “said are you still with me? do i need to stop? thought you could take it,” he tsks, he's definitely making fun of you.

“m here, please don’ stop dad, need to come, please.” you're whining and your words don't feel like yours. tears spilling over at the immense pleasure you're feeling.

his hips slow down, needing you to be somewhat there. “you jus call me dad?” his tone is in shock, like it went straight to his dick.

you're embarrassed, flabbergasted. that kind of thing you try so hard to usually hide, just slipped out from his touch.

“sorry,” you mumble, barely being able to hear of the sound of slapping skin.

“say it again, baby, come on my good girl. i need to hear it again.” he retreats to his fast pace and you're screaming into the pillows.

“mm, dad, make me feel so good, nobody makes me feel like you do. love taking daddy’s cock, wan’ you to fill me up.” that's all it takes and he's putting out his cigarette.

both of his hands on your hips, fucking you hard and deep. harsh fingers rub quick on your clit, “fuck!” he's groaning, his teeth now digging into your shoulder, which senda you over the edge. creaming on his cock, he's right behind you.

forces himself not to get lost, so he can watch his cum slide down your thighs, using his cock to push it back in, “wouldn’t wanna waste any of this, huh, princess?”

[anisangeldust]

Kinktober day 3 - James Kelly Ѽ ꣑ৎ

Warnings: breeding kink, pregnant sex, use of ‘mama’ and ‘daddy’, p in v, oral (f receiving), lactation kink, nipple play, mentions of weight gain.

A/N: James Kelly my baby daddy!! Sorry if I didn’t do the feeling of breastfeeding justice, I’ve never been pregnant nor lactated<3 This came to me in a dream and I had to do it as one of the days!! Eek!!

“My back is fucking killing me Jamie!” You whine and look in the mirror, the jeans you were able to wear only two weeks ago now wouldn’t button. “And I look fucking ugly! This baby hasn’t even come and I’m feeling the baby weight!” You start to cry softly. The pregnancy hormones had been kicking your ass, and despite James being nothing but supportive, you couldn’t help but miss the body you had before the baby bump.

Like your body could already feel your pain, a sharp buzz hit your nipple, the sting like you had been poked with a needle. “Fuck!” You whimper and hold your boob gently. James had already been holding you to ease your tears, but now as your body seemed to be in genuine pain, he felt even worse. “I know mama, I know.. it’s okay..” he slurs into your ear, gently massaging your sore nipple.

There was a sudden weird feeling in your nipple, one you’d never experienced before. They felt heavy, swollen, and very, very sensitive. A heat pooled between your legs as your husband gently brushed his large thumb over your lactating nipples, the fabric of your shirt becoming wet with milk.

There was a tent in James’ pants, why was his wife producing milk so hot? His mind was flooded with thoughts of lapping up the milky liquid while having you ride him, being able to play with those sensitive nipples.. it made his dick stand tall. “Baby..” he murmured and gently ran his hand over your growing bump. “Your body is so beautiful.. how could i ever repay you for making me a daddy?” He grunts before leading you to your guys’ shared bed.

Sitting you down, James gently makes a rest for you out of pillows before tugging down the jeans you were crying about being too small. The tears now gone from your eyes as you watched your husband get on his knees to worship your pregnant body. “Jamie.. so wet..” you mumble while rubbing your bump. He growls before ghosting the same thumb over your puffy clit “I know.. I know” James coos.

The sight of you full of his child always did it for him. He had done that, he had stuffed you full. now your pussy was dripping from just some small nipple rubbing, and who was he to deny his pregnant wife of an orgasm or three? Without much warning, James shoved his face in your cunt, lapping and licking at your sopping hole. He’s never get tired of spreading you open like this, or of hearing you groan.

“Jamie.. Ja- oh!” You while and wiggle, cumming almost instantly from the sensation. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t 18 weeks pregnant, and the orgasm was very much needed in term of regulation of hormones. “Let’s get this off.. boobs must be killing you mama..” James sits down and lifts you into his lap, pulling off your shirt and unclipping your bra expertly. Your boobs fall out of their hold and your nipples leak with milk. “Can I..?” He mumbles heavily, massaging your red areolas, the movements only coaxing out more milk.

“Mhm.. please, they hurt” you nod in agreement. James latches onto your nipple and greedily sucks at the milk, his cock becoming painfully hard with each stroke of his tongue. James lifts you by the hips so he can get his dick free. The baby was only about the size of a nectarine, no use in being super gentle yet. Once his dick springs free, he detached from your boob softly. “Careful baby..” James coos softly, easing you down onto his cock. You’d never get tired of his cock, it filled you up so deliciously… “oh.. Jamie..” you croaked out, your whole body sensitive and slightly sore.

“I’ve got you mama, just relax..” he groans, full tits bouncing in his face and milk dripping down onto his lap. “Oh fuck baby.. so fucking pretty, you’re so full huh? So full of my baby.. gonna be such a pretty mama..” james grunts as he licks all over your nipples. For the second time that night, you cum embarrassingly quickly. The feeling washing over you as you fall forward onto your husband’s strong chest.

Your right clenching on him makes James growl and shoot his seed into you with a “fuckfuckfuck.. oh baby..” and a tight hold on your hips. As soon as you had both calmed, he gently peppered kisses along your shoulders and sternum. “Don’t ever talk down on yourself, your body is beautiful, and it always will be.”

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒body worship w/ james + chubby reader﹒⌅

"god, you don't get it babygirl," james murmurs into your skin. you were trying to prepare dinner when he came in and just attached himself to you. his hands were all over you, especially on your pudgy stomach. it was his absolute favorite part of you.

his hands roam to your lovehandles, squeezing. down over the front of your thighs, up your front again, to your plush tits. "fuck me," he buries his face into your neck, drunk off the feeling of your soft body.

"james," you begin, dicing up some veggies. "let me cook." he groans, once again grabbing at your stomach. "please babydoll," you sigh and set the knife down, deciding it was futile to try and continue. he was in your way. "please what, jay? do you want dinner or not?"

"fuck dinner," his cock was twitching in his jeans. "let me show you somethin'. turn around." you sigh and turn, and much to your surprise, james drops to his knees in front of you. "what are you doing?" you hiss, but james doesn't budge. he runs his hands up your thighs, then grabs at your wide hips. "you ain't got no idea baby. been thinkin' bout you all fuckin' day."

you knew james liked big girls, but you never thought he would worship one. but he did take pride in you being his girl. you could cook a meal like nobody's business, had a good head on your shoulders, and you were a sight for sore eyes. every time you'd stop by the shop to hand him his lunch, all his coworkers would tease him about his snowbunny girlfriend, telling him how lucky he was and how he better keep you close.

oh but trust, he knew better. there was no way in hell he would fuck up - especially not when you had an ass like that.

[cosmicanakin]

tides of change ⎯⎯ PROLOGUE.

DUO! JAMES KELLY x F!READER.

⎯⎯ returning home to new orlean's help your mother with funeral arrangements and grieve the loss of your sister, lauren. you find solace in your niece and nephew — her kids.

YAP SESH! this is basically an introduction for the series! but don't worry james will make his appearance very soon <3

WARNING(S) angst | death of a loved one | grief | emotional distress. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT! | minors do NOT interact.

the sky was overcast and dreary as you looked out the window of the plane, matching how heavily your heart felt in your chest. you had gotten the frantic call from your mom just a day ago, unintelligible sobs coming through the speaker as you struggled to make out what she was trying to say. once you had managed to calm her down enough, the words still rang in your head — your older sister lauren was dead.

shot down in the middle of the street on her way to work, a senseless act of violence that had ripped another loved one from your life. you and lauren had always been close growing up, her taking on more of a motherly role for you after your dad passed when you were young. the news had devastated you, a raw ache settling deep in your bones that only growing distance from new orleans could numb. but now you were returning, having to face the painful reality you had tried to escape for so long.

the cab pulled up outside the familiar green house you had spent your childhood in. everything looked the same yet felt wholly foreign now. you paid the driver and got out, dragging your suitcase behind you as you walked slowly up the weathered wooden steps of the porch. you could hear noise from inside — no doubt your mom was surrounded by friends and family offering their condolences. steeling yourself, you rang the bell and waited.

the door swung open to reveal your mom, her usual brightness dimmed by tired eyes puffy from tears. "oh honey," she breathed, pulling you into a tight embrace. you hugged her back just as fiercely, both of you finding solace in the comfort of family. after a few moments, she pulled away, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "come in, sweetie. everyone's been expecting you."

you nodded, following her inside. the living room was filled with more people than you could count, all turning to offer you sad smiles or hugs as you made your way through. your mom led you to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. "i'm just so glad you're here. it helps to have you for lauren's children."

at the mention of them, a fresh wave of grief crashed over you. aiden and lily, your beloved nephew and niece, who had just lost their mother in the worst way. "how are they doing?" you asked gently.

your mom sighed. "as well as can be expected i suppose. aiden tries to be strong for lily but i know he's hurting inside. they're upstairs if you want to go see them."

you nodded, giving her shoulder a squeeze before heading to the steps. you climbed slowly, dreading the pain you knew seeing them would bring but needing to be there all the same. stopping outside lauren's childhood bedroom, now occupied by her kids, you took a steadying breath before knocking lightly.

"come in!" came aiden's voice.

you opened the door to find them sitting side by side on the bed, coloring books and crayons scattered around. lily's eyes lit up when she saw you. "auntie!"

you managed a small smile for her sake, coming over to sit on lily's side and pulling them both into a hug. "i'm so sorry i couldn't be here sooner."

aiden just nodded, ever the serious eight year old. but lily clung to you, always the more openly affectionate of the two. "mommy's in heaven with grandpa now, right?"

a lump formed in your throat at her innocent question. "yeah sweetheart, she is. and i know she'd want you both to know how much she loves you."

you talked with them for a while, trying your best to comfort the grieving children as they grieved the mother they would never see growing up. eventually, though their growing tiredness became evident, and you put them both to bed with soft kisses to their foreheads before retreating back downstairs.

the crowd had dispersed some by then, leaving your mom washing dishes in the kitchen. you moved to help her dry. "how are the kids holding up, really?" she asked cautiously.

you sighed. "well they're alright? i guess. aiden seems to be shouldering a lot though, trying not to show how sad he truly is. and lily... she just misses her mommy." your voice broke on the last words.

your mom pulled you into her side, rubbing your back comfortingly. "they have you now though. and i know your sister would be grateful to have you here for them."

you nodded mutely, not trusting yourself to speak. the weight of responsibility for lauren's kids now rested heavily on your shoulders. you couldn't imagine their pain at such a tender age, having the stability and love of their mother ripped away. but you were determined to be there for them, to honor your sister's memory by helping to raise them the best you could.

the following week, preparations blurred by in a haze of funeral arrangements and grieving relatives. you focused your energy on aiden and lily, keeping them entertained and trying to give them as much normalcy as possible through the sadness. the service was a sombre affair, tears falling freely as lauren's casket was lowered into the ground beside your father's plot.

after, you helped your mom host the gathering back at the house. old friends regaled stories of lauren through watery smiles, no doubt wondering how someone so full of life could be taken so prematurely. as the crowd dispersed in the evening, a heavy tiredness settled over you. all you wanted was rest to escape the grief for a while.

"why don't you go on and get some sleep, hon. i've got things handled down here," your mom insisted, ever perceptive of your drained state.

you gave her a grateful hug. "thanks, mom. i love you." you head upstairs and collapse onto the bed with a tired sigh. the soft mattress enveloped you in comfort, lulling your mind towards sleep.

just then there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. "come in," you called quietly.

the door opened to reveal your niece lily, clutching her favorite stuffed animal tightly. her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at you. "i had a bad dream, auntie. can i be with you?"

you gave her a gentle smile and opened your arms. "of course sweet girl. come here."

lily hurried over and climbed into bed next to you. you wrapped her in your embrace, rubbing her back soothingly until her tears subsided. "it's okay, you're safe now. i'll be right here all night to keep the bad dreams away."

eventually, her trembling slowed as exhaustion overtook her small body once more. you placed a soft kiss to her forehead, watching as she drifted into peaceful slumber curled up against your side. finding comfort in caring for lauren's children helped dull some of the aches in your own heart. for now, sleep was what you both needed most. and so with lily's quiet breaths filling the silence, you closed your eyes and surrendered to rest at last.

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[donnieslvrgrl]

cw : biker! james, f!reader, public sex, praise, piv

you’re on the back of his bike, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as he weaves through traffic, speeding past cars and you can feel him laughing at the honks and yells he’s getting from the other drivers on the road.

once the road ahead is clear he speeds up a little more, turning his head and yelling to you “hold tight, darlin’!” as he cranks the gas and the front of the bike pulls up in the air, chuckling at your shriek and slowly hitting the brake to bring you guys back down, taking one hand off the bars and patting your arm.

“you’re alright, sweetheart.” he assures, leaning back forward and revving the engine, speeding up and pulling behind some trees, bending you over his bike with his hand over your mouth, thick cock splitting you open deliciously. “fuck, babydoll, takin’ me s’good.”

[americ4nheist]

james kelly x female reader where she’s a ballerina and he’s his boyfriend who helps her practice, holding and lifting her, but taking advantage of those moments to touch her inappropriately and turn her on

[maevesversion]

James Kelly

•Sweetheart

[anakinstwinklebunny]

JAMES KELLY HEADCANONS 🧰

TW: at some point it contains filthy, crazy sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

James Kelly who met you during his work. At first he gave you few glances here and there but as you started to appear more often something started to stir in his heart

James Kelly who, from that time, always offered you his services and tried to bargain his friends so they would give him you as his new customer;

From the very first moment James saw you in his workplace, something shifted deep within him. It was a sensation that swept through his heart and stomach, enveloping his senses in a way he couldn’t ignore. Every time you visited the mechanical engineering shop, his ears would perk up at the sound of your sweet, melodic voice. He found himself irresistibly drawn to you, stealing furtive glances as you nervously tried to explain the issue with your car to his friend and coworker.

As the days passed and your visits became less frequent, a hollow emptiness settled in his heart. The absence of your presence left a noticeable void, making him long for your return. His thoughts were consumed by you, turning over the idea of you being his customer rather than just someone who came in occasionally. So, what's better way to make it happen than to persuade his friends to let him take over your case? “C’mon, please,” he sighed, trailing behind Jackson who headed toward the sink.

“james, I’m working,” Jackson replied, turning on the water to wash his hands, a splash of soapy bubbles momentarily obscuring his skin.

James leaned casually against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture radiating both confidence and a touch of impatience.

“Come on, man,” he said, his tone a mix of desperation. “Just once. I’ll owe you a favor, I swear.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes pleading in a way that made it clear how important this was to him.

Jackson glanced over at him, a hint of skepticism in his expression. “And what’s in it for me if I agree?”

A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of James' lips. He was on the brink of winning this argument and he loved it. “You name the price,” he said, his voice steady and assured.

Every time you stopped by the shop, James felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, as if his entire body were electrified with anticipation. His heart pounded so fiercely against his chest that it seemed to echo in his ears. He didn't understand it. He didn't even know you that much to have some kind of 'crush' on you. But maybe that's the case? Maybe people don't have to know each other so much to be attracted to them. He just wished he'd not mistake himself in thinking about you more as some customer, more as just friend.

Yet it felt like he won a lottery; you were beautiful, seemed so sweet and kind, had a sense of humor.. and the moment you appeared, a wide, genuine smile would spread across his face. He made a concerted effort not to stare too long, but even his best efforts couldn’t entirely tame his wandering gaze.

“Um… hi, is Jackson here?” your sweet voice chimed, cutting through the noise of the shop.

At the sound of your voice, James' heart skipped a beat, just as it did every single time you came around. He looked up from his work, his blue eyes instantly drawn to your figure

“Ah, no, he’s not in today,” he replied, his voice warm and inviting. “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh… he was supposed to check my car,” you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice when you pointed to the black machine behind you

He noticed the subtle disappointment in your voice and gave a small nod, seizing the chance to spend more time with you.

“Well, I’m not doing anything important right now, so I could take a look at it if you don’t mind,” he offered, his tone both casual and eager.

You thought about it for a moment. Jackson's not here, yet he promised to be there, your car in huge need to be checked out, a tall, handsome-looking guy with veiny hands in oil.. “Sure,” you replied, a hint of relief in your voice at his offer. It was important for you. So your car would have a proper care it needs and if someone offers you help and seems genuine about it, why refuse?

He pushed himself up from the hood of the other car he’d been leaning on and looked at you, taking in your slender form once more, your striking (e/c) eyes, and those plump lips that always seemed to captivate him.

“May I get your keys?” he asked, extending his hand in an attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible and forget about the awkward moment

You handed him the keys, and as he took them from your hand, he felt the soft warmth of your skin against his. His gaze followed the gentle graze of your fingers over his palm, which seemed to send a shiver through his body. He swallowed thickly to brush it off. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable and think of him as a perv

“Alright, I’ll take a look at it,” he said, already heading toward your car with a sense of purpose. Over his shoulder, he called out, “And you’re… Y/N, right?” He feigned uncertainty, though he obviously knew your name perfectly well

“Yes, did something happen?” you asked, your curiosity piqued with hint of worry

James inserted the key into the ignition, but he didn’t start the car. Instead, he popped the hood and peered inside at the engine.

“No, no,” he began, his voice thoughtful as he leaned over the opened hood, his tongue briefly touching his lower lip as he considered his words. After a moment, he sighed. “Jackson’s been swamped with clients lately, so he handed off a few to me… and you’re one of them.��

“Oh…” you replied, a bit surprised by the news.

He leaned further into the car, reaching for something under the engine. In this position, he had an unobstructed view of you—one that made his thoughts wander more than he cared to admit. He grasped a specific tool and began working on the engine, trying hard to focus on the task rather than the fact that you were so close.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind that it’s me taking care of you,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood. “I mean, not you personally, but… your car.” his tone slightly nervous. Yet to his surprise, you giggled at his awkwardness, the sound bright and uplifting his slightly crashed mood from moments ago

James Kelly who dyed his hair when he found out you like guys with darker hair at the beginning of your relationship (although you were sad that he did it and felt bad for somehow 'pushing' him to this decision)

James Kelly whose evenings often involve hanging out in his garage. It’s where he’s most at home, and he loves having you there with him. You might sit on a stool, sipping coffee while he works, occasionally handing him tools or just enjoying his company as he explains the nuances of car repair in his unique, enthusiastic way.

James Kelly who has a 'mechanic’s touch'. His hands, skilled and gentle from working with delicate engine parts, translate into tender, careful touches when he’s with you

James Kelly who has a soft spot for personal projects, especially ones that involve old, classic cars. He loves restoring vintage vehicles, and he often involves you in these projects;

James' eyes widened in awe as the old car was wheeled into his workshop. It was a vintage marvel, the kind of machine that whispered tales of a bygone era. The worn, weathered metal seemed to glow under the workshop lights, and his fingers twitched with impatience, itching to trace every curve, every detail of the car that had captured his imagination.

“Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice a low, reverent whisper. A satisfied grin crept across his face as he took in the car's elegant lines and timeless design. “Look how beautiful this baby is.”

You glanced at the car, a little less impressed. “It’s… okay,” you mumbled, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he clearly felt.

His head whipped around to face you, disbelief etched into his features. For a moment, he just stared, as if trying to comprehend how anyone could see this masterpiece as merely okay. Then, with a snort and a roll of his eyes, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay?” he echoed, his tone almost incredulous. “This baby is a classic masterpiece. You’re looking at a piece of history, something built with passion and precision. There’s nothing just okay about it.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned back to the car, already envisioning the work he would do. To him, this wasn’t just a car—it was a labor of love, a chance to bring a piece of history back to life.

"Jimmy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. "I’m just not as into cars as you are."

He felt himself soften at your touch, almost melting into your embrace. But before he could fully surrender to the warmth of your hug, he let out another amused snort. With a gentle hand, he lifted your chin, tilting your face up toward him so your eyes met.

"You’re hopeless," he teased, his tone light and playful. He leaned down and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your forehead, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"At least tell me I’m more beautiful than this car," you quipped, your voice laced with a hint of mock seriousness.

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. His eyes, a deep and vibrant blue, gazed into yours with a warmth that melted your insides. They were filled with soft, gentle affection, a look reserved only for you.

"Oh, doll," he murmured, his voice full of sincerity. "You’re way more beautiful than this car. You’re more beautiful than anything in this world."

You smiled when your lips connected in a soft kiss. Every time he was around you, it felt like fireworks were exploding in your stomach, a rush of excitement that never faded. The sensation of your skin against his, the softness of your form wrapped in his embrace, and the subtle, enchanting scent of your hair—it was all intoxicating. You were his personal addiction, a perfect drug he couldn’t get enough of, and each touch, each kiss only deepening his need for you.

“So…” he murmured, reluctantly pulling away just enough to rest his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, “…what color should we make this car?”

A playful grin spread across your face. “Pink.”

Anakin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest although something changed in his expression, “Pink? Really? Not red, orange, or yellow, but pink?”

“Why not?” you shot back with a teasing glint in your eyes.

"It's just… wrong on so many levels. Sorry, baby, but this is not a damn Barbie car," he muttered with a shudder, a grimace twisting his features as if the very thought of turning a classic car pink physically pained him.

"But it'd be pretty," you replied with a sweet smile, undeterred.

He stared at you, still processing the idea that you seriously wanted to paint this car pink. His mind struggled to reconcile the vision of a tough, masculine machine with the image of it decked out in pastel colors.

"This car is supposed to be badass," he said, his tone laced with disbelief. "A tough, masculine car. And you just… want to paint it pink?"

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh, and then smiled up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "A cute, baby pink shade… with glitter and jewels."

His soul practically left his body as you listed all the things you wanted to do to the car. He couldn’t believe you wanted to turn a classic, vintage masterpiece into something straight out of a fairytale.

“Are you kidding me? This is a vintage car, baby, and you want to make it sparkle like some kind of princess carriage?” he pleaded, his voice heavy with disbelief. He let out a long, weary sigh, already feeling the inevitable pull of giving in to your whims. Was he really going to agree to this just because he was hopelessly in love with you and couldn’t bear to see you anything but happy?

“Oh, please!” you chimed in, your tone sweet and persuasive.

He looked at you, a pout forming on his lips, his heart caught in the tug-of-war between his love for the car and his love for you. The way you didn’t quite grasp his distress—and the way you so innocently asked for a pink car—left him unable to say "no" outright.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Your innocent smile only widened, the sparkle in your eyes growing brighter.

He just stood there for a moment, staring at you, trying to find the strength to resist. But finally, he let out a sigh so deep it almost sounded like a defeated groan.

“i am not going to spend hours trying to make this car look decent in freaking pink,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And I swear to god, if you even mention glitter or jewels one more time, I’ll lock you in this workshop and won’t even think about letting you out.”

“Now that’s rude,” you pouted, crossing your arms

James mirrored your stance, crossing his arms over his chest as well, his gaze fixed intently on you. He raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance, though the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him.

“Oh, and it’s not rude to demand that I paint this car in the most atrocious color and slap glitter on it?” he shot back, his voice dripping with mock indignation.

“If not this car, then another one? Pretty please?” you countered, your tone softening as you tilted your head and gave him those puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work like magic.

He let out another sigh, the kind that hinted at resignation, but there was no hiding the fond smile that crept onto his lips. You knew he could never resist when you looked at him like that, with those wide, pleading eyes and that sweet, hopeful tone. It was his kryptonite.

“Which other one then?” he murmured, his voice softening as his resolve melted away completely.

James Kelly who loves to show off his work to you since he feels like you're really proud of him

James Kelly who's your one and only engineering. If anything is broken, you call Anakin. If anything needs repair, you call Anakin. If you have to put new furniture together, you call Anakin

James Kelly whose protective nature extends to ensuring your safety. He would always check your car to make sure it’s in perfect condition;

“jimmy, the last time you checked my car was three days ago. Nothing has happened since that day” you said, watching as he anxiously inspected your car, determined to ensure it was in perfect condition.

He straightened up, his expression serious as he leaned against the car with his arms crossed. His eyes held a flicker of concern, betraying the worry he tried to hide.

“You can never be too sure,” he replied firmly, though it was evident he was slightly exaggerating. He ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it as he sighed with frustration.

“I just want you to be safe, you know? Let me take care of the car and make sure nothing happens to you,” he muttered, each word underscoring his deep protectiveness.

“You make me think about riding a bike,” you said, rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness.

“You’d look hot on a bike,” he responded with a wide smirk, his blue eyes locking onto yours with playful admiration.

“Oh, stop. Just—check the car and let’s go,” you said, trying to cut off the conversation.

“Sure, my lady"

James Kelly ho loved to test his motorcycles he fixed;

James had just finished working on the engine of the motorcycle, his hands smeared with grease and oil stains. He wiped them on a dirty cloth, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. There was something about being surrounded by machines that made him feel like a kid again—pure, unbridled joy bubbling up inside him. His eyes traveled to the shiny, black motorcycle, admiring the way the lights danced across the gleaming metal. His body buzzed with excitement at the thought of taking it for a spin.

“Now, it’s for your safety,” he said firmly, as he carefully placed a helmet on your head. “I’m not risking your health nor your life.”

The very idea of something going wrong on the ride—the possibility of an accident—sent a wave of anxiety crashing through him. His stomach tightened, and his heart clenched with worry. He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, not when you meant everything to him. So, even if you were just sitting behind him, he wanted to make sure you were as safe as possible.

He swung his leg over the seat, straddling the motorcycle with practiced ease, and settled in comfortably. With a quick flick of his wrist, he started the engine, the loud, roaring rumble filling the air and sending a powerful vibration through his entire body. “Hop in, pretty girl,” he called out over the noise.

You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. The moment he felt your body pressed against his back, and your arms encircling him, a sense of contentment washed over him. The warmth of your breath against the back of his neck sent a shiver down his spine. It was one of the best feelings in the world—having you right there with him, close enough that he could reach out and touch you whenever he wanted.

“now hold on tight, doll,” he shouted over the roar of the engine, his voice laced with excitement, as he revved the motorcycle, ready to take off on the open road.

James Kelly who has little rituals that revolve around his work and you. For example, he would always start his day with a quick text to check in on you, and end it with a call to check if youre alright or just to hear your voice

James Kelly who made matching necklaces for both of you

James Kelly who's a big dog person. He'd very often stop by to stroke local dog (if it doesn't have an owner by itself) or gives food if some are wandering around his workplace

James Kelly who used, to your dissatisfaction, shower gel 3 in 1..and even if you've bought him more suitable and better shampoo, he had never used it due to his opinion that 'his shampoo is better and costs less'

James Kelly who had become completely devoted to you, giving all his attention and heart to you. He would do anything to see a smile on your lips and a sparkle in those beautiful eyes of yours. He'd do anything to make you happy, no matter what's the cost. He'd even go against everything and everyone for you if he'd have to

James Kelly who definitely talks you through it

James Kelly who loves to make love to you (obviously) however he, as much as adores sex in bed, he also likes the thrill of making it in the empty workshop..;

"someone could see us" you - tried to - say between moans, your cheeks flushed pink while you held onto James' arms

As often as he does, James ignores your concern, his eyes locked onto yours as he continues to pound into you with no care in the surroundings. "Shh, just let go, sweetheart. No one's around. We're alone out here". he grabs your hips and starts slamming into you harder, the car hood creaking beneath you.

His breath hitches as he feels your nails digging into his skin, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. He almost takes as his goal to hit this sweet spot of yours like he always does. He leans forward, his forehead pressing against your neck as he speaks in a rough, desperate voice. "Yeah..just like that baby..gonna mark this car with your little pretty body..and--oh god--" he groaned after feeling your walls clench and hug him so deliciously "when we're done..whenever I'll look at this car I'll just see your pretty face, those beautiful legs all spread out and waiting for me--"

James Kelly who has a habit to just have you in his lap, while your naked, and play with your breasts. Enamoured by your deliciously perfect taste, he can't help but trace the puffy skin to delicately spread his saliva all over your nipple before taking it back again for the hundreds of time to his mouth, as if almost worshipping your flavour

James Kelly who would definitely finger you while watching TV;

"So wet for me, baby" his fingers glide over your folds, spreading your slickness around in slow, teasing strokes. "Do you want me to touch you here?" his voice rumbled against your ear

"mhm--"

His grin widens, and he slowly slides one finger inside you, his touch gentle yet firm. "Just one to start, alright baby?" He begins to slowly move his finger in and out, his thumb circling your nub. "You're so tight...you like that? Just one finger?"

He tuts disapprovingly to your nod, slowing down his touch although his tone turns into chiming-mocking. "Eyes on the screen, love". He punctuates his words with a slow thrust of his finger "Good girl.." he praised after seeing you submit to him and to give you a prize, he sped up his touch once more, adding another finger and curving them inward to hit that spot. His actions elicited more gasps and moans from your mouth

"Shh, baby...quiet now". He adds a third finger, scissoring them inside you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. "Gotta hear the dialogue..." He whispered directly to your ear

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[secretly-tumb1r]

did we all just forget about hayden christensen as james kelly??? bc i didn’t. i yearn for him

[samonroegf]

champagne coast — james kelly

summary : when james knows he's going to be going to prison for a long time, he stops at your house one last time. ᝰ masterlist

requested by @motelofmermaids

the rain poured down hard, echoing against the tin roof of your trailer. you sigh and try to find something half-way decent on the cable channels that were coming in through the storm.

a loud knock on your door startles you but you're quick to answer the door. james kelly stands before you, hair matted to his forehead from the rain. it's been some time since you'd last seen him, but you'd be damned if you're gonna leave him out in the rain.

you side stepped allowing him into the space, “jamie, what are you doing here?” your voice came out a little cold but it wasn't your intention.

“baby, i need you one last time. I don't know when I'll be able to see you again,” he closed the door, leaning against it.

“james, what d’ya mean? what's going on, talk to me please.” he pulled you close, calloused fingers gripping your waist.

“i’m going away, darlin, ten years or somethin’. please just one last time, can't go away without feeling that pretty little pussy around me again.” he sighs, forehead pushed against yours. his cock hard in his pants, just thinking about you.

“oh jamie, what did frankie get you into?” it was a rhetorical question, and you let him pull you close. this was the man that you thought you'd spend the rest of your days with.

he sighs again, before enveloping your lips with his, rough and fast. fingers bunching your shirt, trying to pull you as close as possible. he always has a way of making your brain turn off, his lips shutting down any sign of coherent thinking.

your hands climb up his chest, wrapping themselves around his neck. he gives you a little tap on your hip, signaling to let him pick you up. your legs wrap around him as he boosts you up, pinning you against the harsh wood of your front door.

you can't help but whine into his mouth, he groans in return. one hand holding you up, and the other rubbing circles on your clit through your pantines.

you throw your head back, it's been so long since you'd been touched, not to mention someone who knows your body like it's his.

“fuck, doll, you're so wet f’me. think you're ready?” his movements don't stop, but he's looking into your eyes, he needs to make sure you're okay.

“ready, jamie, please fuck me.” you’re needy for him and if he doesn't fill you up soon, you might combust.

he just shoved his pants and underwear down just under his cock. pushing your panties to the side, he's running out of time. or at least, that's how he feels right now.

there's already sweat collecting on the back of your neck. he pushed his cock into your cunt, cursing under his breath as your walls swallow him.

“always take me so well, pretty girl.” you're a whining mess, only being able to babble out his name over and over again. his hips piston, letting the head of his dick hit that special spot, thr one makes you feel like you're falling apart.

you bite into his shoulder, needing some grasp of control as you're being ruined by your high school sweetheart. he groans out because of it, making him go even faster.

“fuck baby, you close?" he asks, gruffly. you nod, hastily against him. he continues to rub harsh circles on your clit making you come with him.

“jamie!” you moan, basically scream as you cream around his cock, his cum filling up your unprotected cunt. he smiles lovingly down at you, helping you down and onto the couch.

he cleans you up and sprawls on the couch with you, “wish i didn't have to go,” he sighs and presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

“i’ll come visit you, jamie, i promise. don't try to force me away, promise me you won't.” he looks away from you at your confession, a disgruntled look on his face.

“a decade is a long time, doll. I don't want you to wait for me. it's not fair to you,” he sounds so sad. like he thought he didn't deserve someone who would want to wait for him.

“that’s my decision, not yours. you don't get to choose that for me.” your voice is soft, you're not upset with him. you just love him.

“i love you, baby. thank you.”

[dazednstars141]

james kelly i love you

Hayden Christensen as James Kelly; American Heist (2014)

[erosmutt]

james kelly handling a bratty reader 👀 maybe james has been spending too much time at work and the reader has had enough and started acting all bratty with him

tbh now that I think about it, I don't write any brat!reader pieces. i have to give it more attention <3

"Hey babygirl," James calls into the kitchen, kicking the front door closed and scuffing the paint with his dirty boots. He tosses his bag and keys down onto the worn couch. Usually, you'd be there to greet him with dinner, a cold beer, and a kiss, but today, he gets nothing. He toes his boots off and kicks them to the side before going to the kitchen, only to discover you're sitting and eating dinner by yourself. The dishes are washed, the kitchen is spotless. What the hell's going on?

"What's the matter? Where's dinner?"

The way you're diligently ignoring him is really starting to piss him off. "Baby," he calls, leaning on the counter, trying to get you to look at him, but you don't. "Baby, what's your problem? Look at me," he reaches out and grips your chin, squishing your cheeks. You shove his hand away and stab your fork into your pasta. "What the fuck is your problem?!" He yells, grabbing your face again. "Stop bein' such a fuckin' brat, alright? The fuck's wrong with you?"

"Let go of me!" You shout back, dropping your fork and wrapping your hands around his forearm. "You! You are what's wrong with me! What's so important that you spend time with me?" He blinks at you. "Seriously baby? Over me not talking to you? I got shit to do, alright?" "Like what, James? What's more important?" He narrows his eyes. "I dunno, making a fucking living?" He tightens his grip, giving you a slight shake of annoyance. "So sick of you fuckin' nagging me," you squirm in your chair, trying to tug away. "You're hurting me!" You manage out, making him let go of you and shove you back. "Fine, be that way." He gets up. "You wanna be a brat? Be a brat. Don't come crying to me about shit."

James grunts in irritation, storming off to the fridge, getting his own beer. He mutters things under his breath, and watches as you pick your fork back up and begin munching on your pasta again. "Brat," he says, watching as you angrily bite the food off your silverware. "So fuckin' childish." He walks up to you and sets his beer down, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "How can I make it up t'you babygirl?"

[cosmicanakin]

tides of change ⎯⎯ JAMES KELLY.

DUO. JAMES KELLY x F!READER.

⎯⎯ you've returned to new orleans grieving the sudden loss of your beloved older sister lauren. as you help your grieving mother with funeral arrangements, lauren's old car has been collecting dust in the driveway. determined to keep it running, you take it to the neighborhood mechanic shop for a check up. there you meet james kelly, a handsome mechanic who inspects the engine with expert hands and eyes. his skill and passion for automotives is intoxicating, temporarily distracting from your sorrow in a way no one else has since lauren's death.

WARNING(S) angst | romance | grief | death of a loved one | violence | alcohol use | sexual content | mental health struggles | love triangle. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT! | minors do NOT interact.

WARNINGS will add on as the series progresses.

DISCLAIMER this is lowercase intended & doesn't exactly follow the film's plot. however if these topics mentioned above are triggering for you please refrain from reading !

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

final part

YAP SESH! this actually isn't my first time writing a series. i had wrote one for anakin before but didn't like how it came out so i deleted it. i also wasn't very confident about my writing at the time either but now here i am! writing another series which'll hopefully be far much better than last time. crossing my fingers.

BONUS comment or send me an ask if you want to be on the list to get updates of when each chapter is posted <3

DO NOT copy or plagiarize my works. cosmicanakin © 2023 / 2024.

[donnieslvrgrl]

cw : none, just pure fluff

James watches you from the corner of his eye, a small smile playing on his lips as you hum contently, enjoying the breakfast he prepared. He feels a sense of pride, knowing that he's the one who made you happy, who provided for you.

once you guys finish the food and the dishes are done, James takes a seat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee in hand. He watches you, admiring the way you look in the morning light, your hair tousled from sleep, your skin still carrying the flush of their lovemaking from the night before.

"I love you." he says, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "You know that, right?"

you turn to him, your eyes meeting his, and he sees the love reflected in them. It's a love that's pure, innocent, and all-consuming, and it makes James feel like the luckiest man in the world.

"I know, jamie," you reply, setting your mug down and walking over to him. you climb into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck, your face nuzzling into his chest. "I love you too."

James wraps his arms around you, holding you close, feeling your heart beating in sync with his own. In that moment, everything feels right in the world, and he knows that no matter what happens, they'll face it together, their love a beacon of light in the darkness.

"You're my everything, princess," he murmurs, his lips pressed against your hair. "My heart, my soul, my reason for living."

you smile, fingers tracing patterns on his chest, and James feels his heart swell with love and devotion. and you can’t help but move closer to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, face nuzzling into his neck. breathing in the smell of his cologne, humming softly as you relax into his grasp.

he presses another kiss to your temple, big arms enclosing you in them and pulling you flush against his chest. nose burying itself in your hair and lungs filling with the sweet scent of you.