#jamie campbell bower fanfic

[urlocalcookie]

Henry Creel headcanons

Ong first ever Tumblr post let's go

I love him so much, he's such a well written character

also there may be some NSFW, you have been warned!!

🕷️ = regular headcanon(s)

🍼 = fluffy headcanon(s)

❤️ = x reader headcanon(s)

🍋 = lemon/smut/NSFW headcanon(s)

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🕷️୨{Favorite color is black and purple

🕷️୨{Uses 50s slang sometimes

AU🕷️୨{Would not have tried to legally adopt Eleven/Jane after escaping in fear of someone finding them.

🍋୨{What he lacks in girth, he has in length.

❤️🍋୨{Absolutely loves the sounds you make when he pleases you.

AU❤️🍋୨{Would really rather you be quiet when having sex so that Eleven doesn't hear. He enjoys it when you really struggle to control yourself, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job. Still, he doesn't want to ruin Eleven's innocence.

🕷️୨{He is Eleven's father. Way too many similarities, specifically in their powers.

AU🍼୨{Blows bubbles in the backyard with Eleven sometimes when they're bored. He'll blow lots of bubbles and make them swirl around Eleven while she runs around in them

🍋୨{Rarely ever jacks off. Ever.

🍋୨{Has probably only jacked off, like, four or five times. And this man is 32.

❤️🍋୨{He jacks off more often than he used to now (again, it's still rarely ever), now that he's with you. Sometimes the silly or crazy things you do just won't get out of his head.

❤️୨{He likes scaring you sometimes and acting like it's not on purpose. He just wants to see your reaction.

🕷️୨{Sometimes he'll draw different types of spiders, not just black widows.

🕷️୨{Likes brown widows too, just not nearly as much as black widows

🕷️୨{If he got to choose a pet when he was younger, he would have chosen a tarantula.

❤️🍋୨{He'll put his hand over your mouth if you're too loud. He doesn't care if you bite him.

🍼୨{Enjoys listening to Dream A Little Dream while laying in bed some nights. He also will listen to it while eating dinner, occasionally. As concerning as it is, he sometimes reminisces about breaking free that one night back in 1959.

🍋୨{The first time he reached a climax, he found it a bit gross. He was well aware of what it was and enjoyed the endorphins, but he still found the sperm gross to an extent.

❤️🍋୨{He is very, very gentle with you. He is not rough unless you want it rough, even then it's still not that rough. He doesn't want to hurt you.

🕷️୨{Is manipulative to everyone, some people more than other. Barely any with Eleven, but it's still there.

❤️୨{(when you first escaped from the lab) Would love to take you out to dinner, but, it is too risky. He doesn't want to get caught/captured.

❤️୨{Was a bit awkward at first, but is an amazing kisser.

❤️🍋୨{The first time you slipped your tongue in his mouth, he very clearly gagged. He was not expecting that in the slightest. He never even heard of such a thing. After you explained it to him, he still found it very weird and gross, but kept trying it occasionally to see if he'd end up liking it (he did to an extent).

AU❤️🕷️୨{You, Henry, and Eleven all live together in the Creel's house. At first, you guys did nothing to the outside of the house in fear of someone noticing. But, after a while, you took down some of the wood that was barricading the windows outside. You still have the curtains closed 90% of the time, especially at night. The inside of the house, however, was fixed up much quicker. It looks like a normal home on the inside now.

❤️🍋୨{You and Henry made out once, and whenever he's in the mood for another, he'll push the memory to the front of your mind to attempt to get you on the same page.

❤️୨{Gentle kisser, but you can tell when he's needy (rarely ever) (it's something like this (minus the blindfold of course))

AU🍼୨{Reads Alice In Wonderland to Eleven before bed sometimes

Aaaand that's the end! I'll make another, I'm sure, but these are all I can think of as of right now!! I hope y'all enjoy. ❤️✨

goodnight, smart cookies!

[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.

[jcbbby]

Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview w/ Jamie Campbell Bower and You

hello! I've had this idea for like almost a year now lol. this is very dialogue heavy, there's not much description, but I felt like it kind of had to be, since it's just back and forth questions? idk, it's not my best work, but the idea is sickeningly cute and I needed to get it out. anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3 warnings: none! just fluff, ST4 costar!reader, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if I missed any gendered terms!)

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As part of your Stranger Things press tour following the release of Vol. 2, you and your co-star Jamie were appearing on the lie detector interview. Entering the set, it was dark, with just a single overhead light hanging above a metal table. You and Jamie sat in chairs in front of the table as you filmed the intro for the video.

"Which one of you would like to go first?" The producer asked off camera.

You both turned to look at each other, nervously smiling. You shuffled your feet against the floor.

"Uh...I guess I'll go." You shrugged. "I'll just rip the band aid off."

The camera cut and the polygraph examiner set up as you and Jamie took your places on either side of the metal table.

"I feel like I'm looking at 25 to life or something right now." You chuckled as the polygraph examiner finished hooking you up to the machine.

"Are you nervous?" Jamie smiled at you from across the table.

"I'm sweating!"

Jamie cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to sit up straight, smirking as he tried to look intimidating. Your lips scrunched into a thin line as your eyes widened, showing your anxious anticipation.

"Okay...first question: is today June 8th, 2022?" He read from the cards in his hands.

"Yes." You stated.

"Were you in season 4 of Stranger Things?"

"I was." You smiled.

"Did you always want to be an actor growing up?"

"Uh...y-yeah. I would say yes." You nodded. "One of the things I wanted to be, anyway."

"What else would you have wanted to be?"

"Uh, well I still do music, but I wanted to be a famous musician. For a hot second I wanted to be a museum curator." You smiled.

"Have you ever googled yourself to see what people think of your work?"

You laughed and then hung your head. "I have! I need the validation..."

"I'm British, and you're American. Do you think I do a good American accent?" He chuckled.

You paused, sucking in a breath jokingly before smiling. "No, I'm kidding. You do have a decently good one, actually. Yeah."

Jamie gave you a side eye and looked at the polygraph examiner, who sat still staring at the paper and moving dowels. He looked back at you and nodded judgingly.

"Do you remember your first celebrity crush?" Jamie smiled.

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

You let out a breath, a slight smile flashing across your lips. "Um, I think it was like, Orlando Bloom?" You laughed. "Man, him as a blonde elf, y'know?"

Jamie chuckled at your answer before glancing down to his cards and looking back up. He smirked. "Do you have a current celebrity crush?"

"Uh...yes." You pursed your lips, taken aback by the question slightly.

Jamie cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer over the table. "And who is your current celebrity crush?" He smirked.

Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks immediately blush. You glanced over to the polygraph examiner, laughing nervously. It was him. Ever since the day he walked into the table read, you were enamored with his beauty, inside and out. You were secretly so excited to be paired with him for these press events, despite not having much screen time with him. You hoped your feelings wouldn't be obvious, but now, being hooked up to a lie detector, you felt like you weren't able to hide it at all.

"Oh god...haha...uhh..." You looked back at Jamie, eyebrows high, biting your lips slightly. "Well...uh, all I'll say is... they're in the room currently..." You smiled shyly, averting your eyes.

You could feel the warmth of Jamie's smile that grew across his face. "I didn't know you felt that away about the polygraph man." He chuckled.

You looked up, seeing his cheeks lightly blushed. You giggled, looking over at the smiling polygraph examiner. "I'm glad I could finally let him know." You looked back to Jamie.

"Well...I'm sure he's absolutely flattered." He held your gaze for a moment before taking in a deep breath and looking back down at his cards. "Okay, last question... Would you say you're cooler than your character in Stranger Things?"

You laughed. "Oh god... Absolutely. They're much cooler than me, yes."

"Did you lie at any point during this interview that we didn't catch?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.

You grimaced, looking over to the polygraph examiner. "I don't think so, no. I didn't lie."

He gave a thumbs up and you jokingly exhaled a sigh of relief. The camera cut, and the crew came around you, setting up the next shot for Jamie to be in the hot seat. There wasn't much time for conversation as they worked around you, which you were slightly thankful for, given your admission. Though, you both did exchange a few soft glances and warm smiles, which made you feel less embarrassed. The two of you switched seats and the camera started rolling as the polygraph examiner hooked Jamie up to the machine.

"You're right, this is very surreal." Jamie laughed, looking at the equipment put on him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Maybe...I don't know yet." He smiled, settling into the seat with the wires now on him.

"You should be." You winked and brought the cards up in front of you. "Alright, is your name Jamie Campbell Bower?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Were you born in London, England?"

"Yes."

"You played Vecna in the new season of Stranger Things, as well as a member of the Volturi in Twilight. Would you consider yourself a good villain?"

Jamie's face twisted into a thought. "Oh wow. I mean...I don't think me, personally, as a villain. I try not to be! But I suppose the villain is fun to play, definitely. I guess I play the villain well, yes."

"You've been in a number of cancelled projects. Do you think you make bad career choices?" You tried to hold back your laughter.

He laughed out loud. "Thanks for bringing it up, love. Uh...no. I think they were all projects I really believed in and felt a connection to. I chose them because I enjoyed them. So no, I don't think that."

"You have made music with bands The Darling Buds, Counterfeit, and as a solo act. Would you want to be a full-time musician if you weren't an actor?"

He thought for a moment. "I suppose, yes. But I really couldn't imagine one without the other. They're both so deeply part of me. So...yes and no?"

"Do you secretly hate the Duffer brothers for making you go through 8 hours of prosthetics to play Vecna instead of just making it CGI?"

Jamie laughed again. "No! I don't!" He looked over to the polygraph examiner.

"He's telling the truth." He said flatly.

"Phew...I still have a job, good." He jokingly wiped his brow. "No, I think the choice to have it be almost entirely practical effects really made all the difference for you know, my scene partners, as well as for my own ability to get into character."

"Did you take anything from set that no one gave you permission to take?"

"Uh....n-no...no, I don't think I took anything without permission... I hope not?"

You looked down to the cards in your hand, scanning the questions listed. But you had an idea.

Well, payback time for me. Who's your current celebrity crush, then?" You smirked, narrowing your eyes.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Oh god. Yeah, yeah...I guess fair is fair." He leaned forward. "Well, um...I'm looking it at them." He smiled shyly.

Your mouth hung open, lilting up at the ends in euphoric shock. You bit your lip, letting the full smile overtake your face, stinging your cheeks. "Oh...is that so?" You giggled.

"We can defer to the polygraph man." He gestured over as you both looked to the man sat in front of the machine.

He smiled, looking back over to you, nodding. "He's telling the truth."

"Oh...well, I guess that's-that's convenient isn't it?" You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush.

"Did we just become a couple in this interview?" Jamie laughed.

"I think we did." You shook your head in disbelief, joining him in his laughter.

"Wow, this was much more affective than Tinder, this is what everyone should be doing." He gestured to the lie detector equipment.

"And on camera, too." You gave finger guns to the camera, giving a wink. "Um...but okay. Wow... Well, final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn't catch it?"

Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't believe I told any lies."

The polygraph examiner nodded, backing up that Jamie had not told lies. You smiled, setting the cards down, laying your hands on the table. Jamie smiled and reached across, taking your hands in his. The camera cut and the crew swelled around, taking the lie detector equipment away and setting up for you two to film the outro to the video.

The crew set the chairs back to the front of the table and had you two sit their once again. The producer called to roll the camera and let you know to start.

"Well, this has been Lie Detector Interview, or Lie Detector Matchmaker I guess." Jamie chimed. You burst out laughing, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "I thought this would be terrifying, but it actually went quite well I'd say." He looked to you.

You nodded. "Better than I would have expected." You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for having us, Vanity Fair! This has been lovely!"

You both held your hands up, intertwined with the other, before leaning against one another with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is video is going to break the internet." Jamie whispered, leaning into your ear, drawing a delighted laugh from you just as they cut the camera.

[jennay]

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NSFW! Under 18 DNI !!

Author's note: His sultry voice had me going especially with the snippets of his Quinn audio I went through so have this short little smut that I was inspired to do. It's my first ever smut but I hope you like it <3

The cold press of his silver necklace sent shivers on your back. A contrast to the heat that both your bodies were sharing. His hands teased tantalizingly on your naked body as he grinded on your rear, his own desire hard and evident for you.

"You feel that, love? Feel what you're doing to me?" His low sultry voice shuddered through his words. Delicious moans escaped from your lips, making him react with a low deep groan in your ear. You begged him not to tease anymore, to give you what you wanted the most.

"A little more, love. Hang in there for me," he said. His wet hot lips started kissing on the back of your ear, right on that sweet spot, then grazing his teeth on your neck. Sucking the skin, marking you. His hands then rove over your chest and found their ways to your supple breasts. Kneading and squeezing. His hips rolled onto you from the back, his pace steady but deliberate. Each movement made you squirm and moan even harder.

"Mmm... That's right. I want to hear how good I make you feel. Don't hold back, darling," he encouraged your vocals. His fingers then grazed on your hardened nipples. He smirked knowing how much you wanted this and he teased them with his thumbs, twisting them in circles.

"J-jamie... Please..." You shivered. You couldn't take it anymore.

"I know, I know... It's coming, love," he reassured you that he will give you what you wanted. His fingers then started pinching and twisting your nipples teasingly. Your body squirmed even further and your ass started arching to his hard bulge in desperation. Annoyed and desiring for him at the same time. He almost couldn't take it at the sight of you so desperate and wanting. Without hesitation, he turned your body to face him and pushed your back towards the bed. His full naked frontal body was then pressing onto yours. Your bodies molding perfectly with each other. His eyes raked over your own naked body, shivering and anticipating.

"So beautiful... I want to see you like this forever..." he admired you before pressing his lips on your neck. His fingers traced down a path in between your legs and feel your heat. You felt his touch and the movement of his fingers rubbing your opening, making you moaned for more. His lips came up to your ear and you could feel the smirk as he whispered, "You're so wet... So ready for me. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me. Spread your legs, darling."

You do as you were told, not wasting any second.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes as I take you, as I make you mine, over and over again," he gaze into your eyes and cupped your face with one hand. You nooded, your gaze never faltered.

He finally pushed himself in slowly, a guttural moan escaped deep from his chest but his eyes stayed on you.

"Oh god," his breath caught in his throat. "You feel so good. So wet and warm for me. You're taking me so good, darling." He pushed deeper, his eyes almost rolling back.

You moaned with every slow thrust, your eyes fell shut at the intense friction of his size and thickness in you.

"Don't close your eyes, I want you to look at me. I want you to see who's making you feel this way," he held your chin as he moved in you.

You opened your half lidded eyes and saw his darkening eyes staring right at you. Claiming you like a predator and you were his prey. There was no mercy. He was going to have you completely with his way.

"Jamie... faster," you whimpered out.

He smirked at your pleading and he couldn't deny your request. His hands moved to the back of your knees and lifted them up to wrap around his waist to positioned himself better.

"You asked for it, I'm not gonna hold back now," he said shakily, waiting for your approval. As soon as he saw you nod, he started picking up the pace. His one arm supporting his weight by resting it on the side of your head and the other holding the back of your knee. With the position, every thrust went deeper and deeper in you, hitting your exact spot, over and over again.

"F-fuck... I'm gonna-" his veins started showing on his neck. His body taut trying to hold it.

You could feel the heat in his gut and his cock aching for a release. Your cunt tightening around him with every thrust, pushing you to the edge.

"Almost... Almost, Jamie," you moaned shakily.

He wanted to push you to the edge. To bring both of you to the high together. You started yelling out his name over and over, the sound of it like music to his ears.

"That's it, love. Let go. I want to see you fall apart in my arms... Just let go," he pushed you further with his thrust.

With his command, your legs tightened around him and shook with your orgasm. Releasing all the built up heat from your gut.

"F-fuck... Oh god," he shook against you as he started coming undone at the sight of your release. "Holy-" his words cut off as his head fell beside you. Both of you tried to regain your breath as you slowly came down from the high.

He fluttered his eyes open, admiring your state under his arms. Your body glistened from the afterglow, face flushed and hair sticking to your forehead.

"You're so beautiful, my love. I'm so grateful you're mine," he said softly and pressed his lips on your forehead.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ plz

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer! main character

Chapter 012: Vecna’s Curse

Eddie is scared to commit to you? That’s fine. You have a lap dance to treat Henry to anyway — in the infamous red set that EDDIE bought for you.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013** , 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

somewhat smutty = * , smutty = **

word count: 4k words

NSFW — blindfold kink (*cough* henry), lap dance, grinding, moaning, henry is the whimpering type, shy girl using henry to get off, eddie’s RAGING jealousy

TAKE IT AWAY, JAMIE 🥁🙌🏼

I Put A Spell on You (Jamie’s Version)

“The hooded cultists chant…” Eddie narrates. “Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna. They turn to you, remove their hoods… you recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize…”

— excerpt from Stranger Things 4: Chapter One: The Hellfire Club.

♡

Eddie is too busy playing D&D with the boys to have any idea what you're up to. It’s just what you wanted, though. Means everything is going according to plan.

“I put a spell on you, because you’re mine.”

Excitement brews within you as you slip on the red DEVIL WOMAN set from Nocturna. When you're done, Max helps to straighten your hair, maintaining it with a generous amount of hairspray, while Chrissy helps you set the final touches of your makeup into place.

"What's up with the blindfold?" Max inquires, nodding towards the piece of cloth tied around your wrist.

"Part of my act," you explain ominously. "I plan on using it on Henry for the first part of my set. He's a...sensitive guy, to say the least."

"You are way too good at this," your sister shakes her head in disbelief, brushing through your hair one last time.

"Intense emotions spark creativity," you shrug, admiring the vixen that is you in the vanity. "No man is leaving unscathed tonight."

It all rings true. Tonight, you have the power. And all of Hellfire is going to know it.

"Well you look absolutely soul-snatching," Chrissy hoots as she takes a good look at you. “You’re gonna have him on his knees.”

You bite your lip in anticipation. " Who? Eddie or Henry?"

"Both," she shrugs. "But since we're on that topic, I just know Eddie is going to come crawling back."

The three of you share a malicious giggle with one another, thinking about all the ways Eddie is going to crumble, seeing another man enjoy you in the set that he bought. He had his chance to commit to you, but now he has to face the consequences of what happens when he doesn't man up on time.

The dressing room door opens. By instinct, you turn to see who it is. In struts Nina, counting the dollar bills in her hands as she just emerged from doing her set at the tip rail.

"Oooh look at you go!" you whistle. "They're loving you out there, mama."

"I'm literally so shook," Nina raves, tucking her bills away into her bag. "This is my best night thus far."

When she's all squared away, Nina makes her way over to you and envelopes you in a warm hug. "You look so fucking sexy! Go kill it out there, girl."

You smile at the compliment, heart fluttering in a room full of girls' girls.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you respond to her, rubbing her back with the utmost adoration. "You too."

Chrissy helps you don your cloak, shielding you from giving away the trick you have up your sleeve. After one final check in the mirror, you're ready to put on a show.

"Ready," you announce with a mischievous grin.

“Go get him, tiger,” Chrissy pats your back.

“You better stop the things you do, I ain’t lyin’. No, I ain’t lyin’”

Your heels click with intention across the cool floor of the club as you strut towards your victim. He's smiling and laughing with all his friends, unsuspecting of the stake you're about to, figuratively, drive through his heart.

"Good game, gentlemen," Eddie concludes as he and the boys wrap up their campaign. "I’ll see you all next week for Rise of Kas. Try not to die in that one, yeah?"

You watch as the younger guys scatter to prep for the rush. Steve and Eddie stay behind to clean up the area. When Steve sees you, he offers you a tender side hug before issuing a kiss hello to your forehead.

"Hey you," Steve smiles.

"Hey," your eyes gleam up at him. "Didn't know you play D&D."

Eddie's eyes travel up to you the moment he hears your voice. He freezes in place the moment you meet his gaze. If he reacted this way to just you with your cloak on — exalting and apologetic — you can't even begin to imagine the look on his face when he sees what you have under it.

But until time brings you to that point, you settle for feigning dissastisfaction while he attempts to strike up a casual conversation.

"He doesn’t, I was just showing him the ropes,” Eddie chuckles, nervously resting his hands at his sides. “He’s doing great though.”

You nod absentmindedly, diverting your attention to Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington instead.

"You look beautiful, Hargrove," your boss attempts. "More than usual, I mean. Absolutely stunning.”

You can tell he’s already regretful about how he worded things a couple nights ago. The guilt on his face is like no other. But with the guilt comes those eyes. Those charming eyes that will get you to fold every time. Tonight is the exception.

"Thanks," you utter emptily to him.

"You got main stage tonight?"

"No, I've got a semi-private dance," you respond as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Semi-priv..." Eddie tries to figure it out. "What do you mean by that?"

"Hello, hello," a familiar voice greets you guys.

Right on schedule.

Henry makes his way over to you all with the biggest grin on his face. It's weird seeing him in outside clothes. He's dressed in a white t-shirt and black leather jacket, tight black jeans, and black combat boots. The blonde deity flashes you a seductive look.

"Days bleeding into one another again, Creel?" Eddie questions. "You're not on today, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I know," Henry shrugs. "I have a dance today with one of our special friends."

"Oh shit!" Eddie exclaims, going over to give him a celebratory fist bump. "Chrissy agreed to give you one?"

"No, not Chrissy," you chime in. "Me!"

Eddie's eyes widen. Steve's eyes widen.

"Holy shit!" Steve says. "Creel is actually getting a lap dance! That's so out of his comfort zone."

Steve's arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you in front of him. You feel his hardened cock sneak up against your ass.

"And from Shy Girl too?" Steve's voice deepens, rasp factor at an all time high. "You're in for a treat."

"Wouldn't expect any less," Henry blushes.

Henry’s voice is soft, but there’s a hunger in his gaze. Eddie tries to conceal how bothered he is. You see him frantically scanning the club for a sort of scapegoat, a way in delaying the nightmare that is about to ensue.

“Actually…” Eddie clears his throat. “Now that I think about it, we might get busy within the hour. You mind clocking in for a bit to help Jim out front?”

Henry cocks a puzzled brow. “Jim was playing Candy Crush when I dapped him up at the door. Mans is fine.”

“Yeah, the man is fine, Eddie,” you jeer. “And Henry’s been working sooo hard, it’s the least I can do for him.”

Your boss’s jaw clenches when he realizes his plan has fallen through. He’s got no scapegoat, you're dressed like revenge overdue, and his friends are insistent on watching this dance…

He’s screwed.

"If you insist," Eddie mutters sharply. “Tip her well, Creel.”

“Of course, man.”

Eddie excuses himself but remains in the area like a fly on the wall. He scrambles around, greeting regulars with a handshake and dusting off tables, anything to look busy and unbothered by the idea that his presence doesn't affect you the slightest.

But he is seething. Troubled. He can’t read you or your next move and it’s driving him mad.

While you coordinate your routine with the DJ, Argyle escapes from the kitchen. You hear him eagerly yelp when he discovers that Henry is getting a dance, followed by a determined, "I've gotta watch this".

And now that everything is going to plan, you take a moment to gather yourself backstage.

Before you head out, Nancy meets you by the curtains with extra bobby pins that you requested. You assume Chrissy spilled all the beans, judging by the words Nancy whispers in your ears before you head out,

“Give that man hell.”

(he sounds so much like jamie)

HELLFIRE: hell·fire

/ˈhelˌfī(ə)r/(noun): The torment and punishment of hell, envisaged as eternal fire.

"Alright, Shy Girl!" you hear Argyle shout from the pit of VECNA'S LAIR. "Henry is ready when you are."

You give the DJ a nod to start the song. Let the show begin.

“YOU put a spell on ME, I’m losing my mind”

You start your set at the pole, walking a slow circle around it before beginning your dance. Though a dance for Henry only, a crowd outside your immediate circle starts to gather around. Henry is sitting on Vecna's throne, watching inquisitively while you do your introduction. And Eddie follows suit, floating around like a lost puppy.

“You better stop these things. It’s a matter of TIME🕰️”

*DING* a grandfather clock chimes, a sound mixed in by the DJ as he makes the set his own.

The crowd cheers as you strut your sexy self down the stage, smirking to yourself as Henry timidly grips the armrests of Vecna's throne.

Your gaze pans to Eddie. You watch as guests attempt to have a conversation with him in the lair, but he is just not tuned into what they're saying.

Eddie is hypnotized by you, spellbound by a curse that he got himself tangled up in. Oh, how pitiful. To dig his own grave...

“Before I hunt you down..."

Poor Eddie. He has already lost.

"...grab your chin...and kiss your lips…”

You stroke Henry's face as you walk past him, stopping behind him close enough to see the goosebumps and baby hairs rising at the nape of his neck.

You tug on the corner of the blindfold and the knot undoes itself. Henry beams up at you with his eager ocean eyes as you hold the blindfold in your hands. You bend down behind him, exploring his chest with your delicate hands, before tying the blindfold snugly around his eyes.

You check in with your friend. “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m doing just fine,” Henry answers. “Thank you, Shy Girl.”

“Of course.”

“And you bring me back, I lay you down and grab your hips”

Eddie’s claimed a seat now, somewhere towards the back. Though it's harder to see him now, you just know he’s eyeing your technique intently, watching as you slither back to the front of Henry, stroking the bouncer’s face before lowering yourself onto his lap.

Henry’s breath trembles upon realization. He leans back and spreads himself across the chair so you can take up all the space that you needed to make him feel good.

He sucks in a breath.

“Breathe out, Henry…” you encourage him. “Steady breaths… there you go. Relax those shoulders now.”

Henry exhales, sinking his shoulders into flaccidity as he allows you to navigate his lap.

Eddie’s tapping his feet profusely, likely as an attempt to self-regulate. His folded palms rest below his chin as he studies you, attempting to construe whether or not this is something you are genuinely enjoying.

“And we lose all control. And before you know…”

And Eddie should know, that indeed, you are enjoying yourself… and Henry very much.

Henry's hands explore your ass now, and you use this position as leverage to grind yourself against him, your hips rotating to the shape of your stage name spelled out in cursive.

Shy Girl

A soft whimper escapes Henry’s lips as you grind, your ego inflating as he tosses his head back in pleasure.

“What’s the matter, baby boy?” you ask him. “Too much for you already?”

“No,” Henry smiles, seemingly up for a challenge. “I just wanna see your pretty face so bad.”

“Do you now?” you quip.

“Yes I do,” he nods. “Pretty please.”

“Well since you’re being so polite…”

“I put a spell on you, now you’re mine. I’ve got a hold on you, at least for the night.”

Your fingers return to the back of Henry’s neck to rid him of the blindfold you menacingly decided to tease him with. When it collapses, you meet Henry’s starstruck eyes, making sure they process you grinding your hips, exploring his chest, his shoulders, the sensitive parts of his earlobes.

“Fuuuck,” Henry whines. “How are you so good at this?”

“How are you such a good client?” you counter. “So well-behaved for me, Henry.”

Steve and Argyle make their way to either sides of him, showering you with dollar bills because Henry’s hands were occupied. They were exploring your thighs, hovering over your ass, rubbing your back while his mouth praises your every action, your every attribute, your everything.

“Goddd DAMN!” Argyle roars, incentivizing you further.

“What’d I tell you, Creel?” Steve smirks. “Ain’t she something?”

“Fuck yeah, she is,” Henry’s voice is but a barely audible gasp now. “And to think we’ve just scratched the surface.”

He tugs at your cloak pleadingly. You giggle at him, admiring his pretty puppy dog eyes that he’s put on for you.

“You know I can’t help myself when you ask tenderly if I’d dim the lights as your hand brushes me.”

Eddie glares sharply as he watches Henry continue to tug at the strings of your cloak, practically begging you to start stripping for him.

His misery is waiting behind that very garment.

“Wanna show me what’s underneath?” Henry incites.

The lights of VECNA’S LAIR begin to flicker and the classic yellow spotlight quickly changes to red. That’s your cue.

“Thought you’d never ask,” you giggle.

“And the floor swallows your clothes”

You undo the knot of your cloak that tied everything together. Slowly, to the beat of the song, the cloak slips off of you, revealing the beautiful red set.

“Oooh”s, “ahhh”s, and “wooo”s fill the air as the cloak sinks to the floor.

“And your silhouette puts on a show”

From the corner of your eye, you notice Eddie sit right up.

You try to figure out if he recognizes your set or not. But judging by his flustered face, and envious gaze, he sure does. There’s a pain in his eyes as his brows form a sullen arch. You watch as Eddie’s nostrils flare as he jams his fingers into his thighs, digging the balls of his feet into the floor in rout. He can hardly keep himself contained, he’s so angry.

And like a bull at a rodeo, Eddie sees red.

Meanwhile, Henry falls deeper into his state of arousal.

“Wow…” your patron beams. “That’s such a beautiful set, Shy Girl.”

You blush. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Henry insists. “It fits you perfectly. You did a good job.”

“Yeah,” you chime. Then your gaze travels to Eddie who is trying his hardest to conceal his jealousy. “I did do great, didn’t I?”

You allow Henry’s hands to explore all the set’s finest little details, from the little gems to the intricate seams. Henry traces your figure by following the pattern of the set, humming in pleasure to himself at the sight of you.

"That set is gorgeous, baby," Steve coos as he admires you from head to toe. "Did you pick that out yourself?"

“I can’t remember,” you turn to Steve as he rubs your shoulders. “It’s been collecting dust in my closet for a while so I figured I’d wear it today.”

“That was a good choice,” Steve’s voice deepens. “This is my favorite set on you so far.”

"Mm!" an unexpected moan escapes your mouth.

A crinkle in Henry’s pants from his thigh region rides up a nerve ending along your clit. Your mind short circuits from the sheer pleasure of it all.

Soon you forget about the lap dance and start subtly immersing yourself with friction, rubbing harder and harder against Henry’s tense quads as he lets you.

Aside from you, only Henry seems to know what’s going on.

He smirks, the most sinister grin you’ve never seen come from him before. “Find what you’re looking for?”

You nod rapidly, encouraging him to stay in place while you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs to himself, watching you chase your high on top of him, knowing he's the one who has the reigns now.

“That’s right,” he fawns. “Take what you need from me, baby.”

"Yes Master," you say to him, knowing it's a kink of his. You feel him harden underneath you when he hears those words come out of your mouth.

Curious on whether or not he's still watching, you can’t help but get a glimpse of Eddie. And past the layers of all the strobe lights of VECNA’S LAIR, you meet his eyes.

“You put a spell on me. I’m LOSING my mind”

They’re twinkling. But not in the way you’d want. Soon Eddie's hand aggressively swoops across his eye, as he quickly wipes — what looks like — a teardrop away.

You continue to watch him as he excuses himself from the crowd, pulling his entire weight with him as he drags his feet towards his office.

It's enough to make your cold heart melt. When you see the way his shoulders sulk and how slow he seems to be walking in the busy atmosphere of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club, it dawns on you that you may have taken it too far.

Henry sees your eyes wandering, dwelling on Eddie as they become rather glazed themselves. He directs your focus back to him with his fingers at your chin.

“Why do you cry for him, Shy Girl?” Henry observes. It’s like he can read your mind. “After everything he’s done to you?"

You swallow hard as you struggle to find the words.

"...You give me fever, and drive me insane"

Fuck Eddie. Fuck Eddie. Fuck Eddie.

You've been hurt countless times but you still love with your heart on your sleeve. Why couldn't Eddie do the same?

Sure, his father was abusive and absent. Yours was too. Sure he found his mom dead at the hands of his father and drugs. That was also your childhood experience. Sure he had to grow up rather early just like you did, putting all his needs last while taking care of other family members because no one else would step up. And sure, the only woman he loved enough to marry framed him for a crime he didn't commit, with the idea of inheriting his assets on her mind. You've felt that used before too.

So what if all the people he's ever cared about stabbed him not only in the back, but in the front as well?

...just like you're doing right now.

It really dawns on you this time. You're not any better.

Fuck, you're an asshole. The answer is so clear to you now, you don't understand how you could have been so selfish before. You're both different sides of the same coin, it seems.

"Hm?” Henry tuts when you don't respond. "You think you need Eddie, but you don't. No, no... you don't."

Henry then starts to buck his own hips upwards, grinding along with you.

You feel guilty that Henry feels so good, taunting your clit mercilessly with just the fabric of his dark jeans alone. To distract yourself from all guilt crashing down on you, you start to envision that it's not Henry, but Eddie whose underneath you.

You miss Eddie. You really, really do. You miss his laugh, his random outbursts of energy. You miss how he instantly drew in a crowd no matter where he went. His presence was electricity, sending shockwaves down your body with the slightest skin-to-skin touch. You missed how his fingers felt pulsing in and out of you, curving themselves as he looks you dead in the eye because your pleasure was his utmost concern. You miss his periodic check-ins, how he wouldn't relax until you made it clear that you were okay. You miss how dirty and magical he made you feel, but ultimately how sexy and loved were and felt in his presence, even on the rocky days.

Fuck, Eddie.

"You keep me going in circles with potions and bottles... And I can't escape... I can't escape..."

Fuck, you fantasize. Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.

"I'm lost in your ways... I can't escape, baby."

There's a part in the song that gives you an 'out' from your routine. You wrap up your dance there, completing it with a tender kiss to Henry's cheek as he smiles up at you. The crowd goes wild, and Steve and Argyle continue to spoil you with ones, fives, and tens, enticed by how sultry you made everything look and feel with such little effort.

"Thank you, darling," Henry coos as he rubs your back one final time.

"Any time," you say to him. "I hope I helped alleviate some of your stress."

The boys help you collect your bills while people from all around swarm you with compliments. Eventually, Maxine and Chrissy make their way over to you, ambushing you with hugs and fangirling over your entire performance.

"You did amazing, sis!" Max squeals as she jumps up and down. "You should've seen the look on Eddie's face. Oh you so won!"

"Yeah..." you mumble absentmindedly as you search the club for Eddie. "Yay me..."

--------

It's the last call now before closing and you're helping everyone shut down their stations. You'd typically be back in the dressing room counting your bills by now, but the inner server in you can't help but stay behind.

"Hey!" Argyle speaks up. "Since all of us are off tonight, anyone wanna go barhopping?"

"I'm down!" Steve agrees. "Night's still young and that was the plan last time we were all together, yeah?"

"Shy Girl, you wanna come with?" Jonathan asks.

"Uh, I gotta count my tips and then get to bed," you say, turning the offer down. "I can close the register if you want, Jon so you can catch up with everybody."

"Oh really? Thanks!"

The group invites Max too, promising they would take good care of your little sister. Chrissy offers to be her DD, since she knows that Max drinks. All of you did, when you were her age.

"Please, sis?" Max begs. "All my discussion posts are done and I wanna turn up before midterms."

"Fine," you mutter, rolling your eyes. "But remember, if it smells weird or stinky..."

"Do not drinky..." Max rolls her eyes as she reaches to grab Chrissy by the hand. "Done deal. Thanks again!"

And soon the group vacates the area, leaving only you behind to shut the place down for the night.

When you're done closing out the register, you gather all your things to start packing up. Suddenly, you hear the locks to a distant door jingle and the doorknob turn slightly to doublecheck.

Eddie's still here.

You hear him start to make his way towards POTIONS, his worn out converse making quiet taps against the stone floor.

The natural light from the windows near the ceiling illuminates into the dark space, revealing Eddie's face and the pained expression that still rests upon it. His eyes are puffy, his demeanor hard to read.

You clear his throat at him.

"I thought you left."

"Nah," he shakes his head. "I like to stay behind for a bit sometimes. Make sure I got everything I need."

"I see..." is all you say.

"Told you that set would bring in a lot of tips."

"There you go again, being right about things," you say in a forfeiting tone.

"I'm not always right."

You can't look at him right now. Not when you've caused him so much distress and he's still choosing to speak to you. You gather your belongings and hold your head down in shame, excusing yourself from the narrative and Eddie's presence indefinitely.

"Whatever you say, Eds," you try to smile. "Goodnight."

Nervous now, you put your cloak back on and make your way out of the bar. You nod to Eddie goodnight and start towards your dressing room to prepare for your drive home.

However, it stuns you again as Eddie turns his heels and follows suit...trailing ever so closely behind you... to the dressing room as well.

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Stranger things - Henry creel - SFW HCs

Whenever you try to be affectionate with Henry or try to spoil him he’d be confused. He’s not used to being attended to. It feels foreign to him, but it will take him some time to get used to.

He hates all of humanity, so you don’t need to worry about him cheating or being disloyal. It’s just you and him in the Upside Down <3

Your emotional side is not a challenge for him at all. With his telepathic powers he reads your mind whenever he wants to and is easily able to tell what is wrong. 

If someone hits on him or checks him out and you tell him, he will instantly use his telekinesis to torture them.

He’s totally ok with you getting heads for him, even if you just do it for fun. If you choose to be a serial killer with him you guys would be such a power couple :3

To mess with Mike and the gang you would use your cosplay skills to make yourself and Henry look like Vecna and the mindflayer for Halloween. 

He is very thankful for your devotion and likes to ask you for cuddles, maybe even your sweaters. As he hates being cold, he gets so happy when you are clingy with him allowing him to simply roll up with you and forget his woes.

Growing up Henry was a sensitive boy, and was very attuned to other people’s emotions. He would notice your little mood swings and telekinesis little snacks or presents for you, if he thought you were feeling down.

Henry gets super careful when you're hugging him and fall asleep on his shoulder. He will make sure to stay extra still, he wouldn't want to wake you up knowing how much of yourself you give to him.

Henry knows he speaks in an unusual tone most of the time, but he knows for sure that one of your 100 personalities will hear him, understand him. He trusts you.

your strange girlies,

admins sar, san & sav

[cherrywaves333]

since i'm new on here, i think i should make a short intro (and a place to keep what will probably end up being super messy, organized)! so here goes

basics

name: Ker

age: 18, minors DNI on anything NSFW

pronouns: she/her, but honestly anything works

dms, asks, requests: always always open! i'm super busy but i'll try to write often!!

fandoms

fandoms i'm in: criminal minds, outer banks, stranger things, 5 seconds of summer, grey's anatomy, the summer i turned pretty. this is all i can think of but i swear there's more, just ask if i write for something!

people i'll write for:

criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, luke alvez, derek morgan

outer banks: jj maybank, pope

the summer i turned pretty: conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher

5 seconds of summer: luke hemmings, michael clifford, calum hood, ashton irwin

anybody from any fandom i'm in upon request within reason!!

others: i don't write smut now, i might eventually but as of now i just don't think i'm any good at it. as a woman, i'm never going to write male!reader content purely because i won't feel right writing it, so all reader inserts will be afab or gender-neutral.

my top 3 artists rn: Arctic Monkeys, Tyler the Creator, Mac DeMarco

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[gellert-1899]

Grindeldore Headcanon #8

After Gellert and Albus broke up, Gellert knew he had to move on, because Albus was the only person he had, and after losing him, all he had left was the greater good, so he knew he had to focus on that.

But Gellert also knew that he was never gonna be able to forget Albus, forget that summer, he knew it was impossible for him to stop loving Albus.

He also knew that he had to. He had to if he wanted to focus on the greater good. So he had to bury his feelings, deep down to his heart.

But he never actually moved on, he never left Albus behind, he knew that he needed Albus. So when he created a symbol. He wanted it to have Albus in it too.

And he wanted it to be something that Albus would understand. Since Albus used the deathly hallows symbol as his names initial, Gellert decided to use it that way, so he added the symbol right in the middle of his name.

Gellert never moved on, he never stopped loving Albus. And he never stopped hoping that one day, Albus will return to his side.

So he buried Albus' name into his symbol just like he buried his feelings deep down into his heart

Albus was always a part of Gellert's plans. He was always right in the middle of it.

And Gellert always carried Albus in the middle of his symbol, in the middle of his plans,

And right in the middle of his heart...

Credits: Thank you @grindeldore3 for this amazing idea. I really loved it and really enjoyed while writing it. Also thanks for your nice words, it really made me happy, I hope you will enjoy reading this one too. And sorry for posting this too late, i just had so many things i had to deal with mostly about school. So hope you'll enjoy this 💙💙

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Guys someone just bullied me for using tumblr 24/7. How do I explain that it’s in the “im feral,” “i obsess over men that are way to old for me” “i love 80’s rockstars” “i read fanfics and look at fanart 24/7” “2014 Jamie bower” “Eddie Munson smut is my most searched tag” “i cant survive without my tumblr friends” “i say whatever i want on tumblr no matter how out of pocket it is, i let out my most feral thoughts” “2010 tumblr artic monkeys girl” way and not in a “i only look at sad quotes with sunset backgrounds” “Starbucks secret menu” “I love Facebook mom memes” “I love posting selfies for attention” “try not to laugh compilation” “Covid lockdown🤪” way

[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…

[jcbbby]

Preacher's Girl

OKAY FIRST OF ALL, don't fucking look at me right now (especially if you're Jamie...) I know I will not see the gates of heaven for this. anyway... hello, it has been a minute since I wrote a thing. this is a fic centered on Jamie's Preacher character from the I Am music video. and I'm just gonna leave it at that. also this is not proofread!

warnings: 18+ ONLY I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL BLOCK YOU DNI, preacher!Jamie x oc, p in v, unprotected sex (DON'T do it), religious imagery and themes, breeding kink if you squint sort of, also kind of a slow burn at first?

***** Cicadas droned outside through the open windows, loud enough to cut through the sound of the quiet chatter amongst the crowd mixed with the whipping of the little old ladies fluttering their hand fans. Ivy stared out of the open window of the sweltering church, trying to zone out to forget where she was. On the eager request of her grandparents and the encouragement of her mother, she agreed to spend the summer with them in their rural Alabama town. It was a much different pace of life out here compared to the bustling city life she was used to.

Her grandparents were old-fashioned, and very religious; something she never seemed to inherit. Her mother had moved out to the east coast to get away from that culture, opting for a more exciting and open-minded life. So, when she seemed to agree that a summer away in the quiet southern state would be good for Ivy, she was shocked.

“It will give you some nice perspective!” She said. “Plus, your grandparents won’t be here forever, you should cherish the time you have left with them.”

Her mother wasn’t wrong, but that did little to ignite any semblance of excitement over the thought. What was there to do in rural Alabama for a young woman from the city? Still, with her sweet old Nana and Pop eager to host their darling granddaughter, she begrudgingly said yes, soon finding herself in the sticky, thick, hazy summer air of the south. Arriving on a Saturday, of course their plan was to get an early night in so they could introduce her to everyone at their church in the morning.

The church must have had been built in the 1800s, still lacking almost all modern features. No air conditioning, no bathrooms, and no modern technology, save for a single microphone at the podium, connected to a small PA speaker. Ivy fanned herself with her hand, glancing around to survey the audience while her grandparents conversed with an older couple in front of them in the first row of pews. As she looked around, a hush fell over, and gazes shifted to the front of the church. She snapped her head in the direction of the crowd, a tall, dark figure emerging from the side of the slightly raised stage.

He stepped up to the podium, placing his hands over either side of the edge, clearing his throat before glancing down and taking a breath. He was surprisingly younger than Ivy was expecting and stood tall and slim. His golden chin-length hair neatly descended from under a large brim black hat. He wore a very fitted three-piece black suit and white button-up dress shirt. As he looked out over the crowd of parishioners, he smiled warmly, letting the skin around his eyes crinkling perfectly into what reminded Ivy of sun rays.

“Good morning, everyone.” He spoke in a deep, warm voice. “Thank you for being here with me today. Let us begin.”

Ivy stared in awe. He was breathtaking. She straightened up in her seat as he began speaking his gospel. His words filled the heavy air of the church and she found herself feeling stuck in his honey smooth voice, hanging on to each word he uttered. Never in her life would she have thought she would find herself paying such close attention to a church sermon.

He moved his gaze in her direction, momentarily locking eyes with her as she felt her cheeks grow hot. Ivy shifted in her seat, darting her eyes down to his shoes. When she dared to glance back up, he was still looking directly at her. He flashed a gentle smirk to her before breaking away. Ivy let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, feeling a shiver run throughout her body. There was something somewhat devious about that smirk. Maybe there would be some excitement this summer in this dirt road town.

*****

Once the service had ended, the church was hosting a start of the summer lunch reception at the community center just down the road. Of course, Ivy’s grandparents were keen to go. This was a town where everyone knew everyone, community events were obligatory at best. She let out a sigh of relief upon walking through the double metal doors of the community center, feeling the breeze of air conditioning hitting her damp face. She followed closely behind her grandparents as they made their way to the table of various foods, mostly homemade.

“I’m going to just go get us a table, I’m not that hungry.” Ivy tapped her grandmother’s shoulder.

“Oh, honey bee, you really oughtta eat something or else you’ll get sick! Here, you’ve got to try Darlene’s biscuits at least!” She handed Ivy a dense golden biscuit.

“Oh…okay, thanks nana.” Ivy forced a smiled before turning to take stock of open seats.

As she sat down, she looked around the large room, hoping to spot the preacher who had her so enamored. She scanned the perimeter, eyes narrowing.

“Well, it seems we have a visitor today.” An oaky voice came from behind her. She turned to see him standing there, the preacher, towering over her. “May I?” He gestured to the seat next to her.

“Of course.” She smiled politely.

He took off his hat, placing it gently on the table in front of him. He smoothed back his hair with one hand, looking to Ivy to reveal his enchanting ice blue eyes.

“Does our visitor have a name?” He smiled.

“I’m Ivy. Uh, I’m Dale and Irene’s granddaughter.” She returned the polite smile, hoping he didn’t notice the quick up and down she gave him or the rosy tint to her cheeks.

“Oh, how nice. Yes, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Jamie, just Jamie, I don’t do the fancy clergy title. Pleasure to meet you.” He winked, extending his hand out to her.

“Nice to meet you too.” She met his hand with hers.

“Oh, good! You’ve met Jamie!” Ivy’s grandmother set her plate down on the table, sinking down into her seat.

“Hello Irene, lovely to see you.” He smiled. “Dale.” He nodded and reached to shake his hand as well. “I was just telling Ivy here that I had heard so much about her from you two, it’s nice to finally meet her.” He looked back to Ivy with a grin.

“Oh, well we’re just so happy to have her here. She’s staying for the summer with us.” Irene beamed.

“Is that so?” Jamie’s voice lilted. “Well, it will be so great to see another pretty face around town for a while.” He winked, facing Ivy so the elder couple wouldn’t notice. Ivy’s heart thumped against her chest. “Well, I’ll let you all be, I’m sure you’ve got things to catch up on. Great to have you with us, Miss Ivy.” Jamie reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips to give a gentle kiss.

“Uh…just Ivy.” She grinned. “Y-yes. It’s great to be here. Thank you.”

Jamie picked up his hat from the table, setting back on his head. He gave Ivy one final look before turning to greet those at the next table over. Ivy bit her lip as she glanced at the hand he had kissed, taking in a breath. His charm was unrelenting, and it knocked the wind clear out of her. She stared, thoughts racing through her mind, as he greeted some other parishioners. Her grandfather’s voice managed to pull her out of her trance, her attention snapping back to the elder.

“Such a nice fella, that one. All the folks around here love him.” Her grandfather said through a mouthful of food. “We were a little wary when he came to replace old Father Wilkins after he died, what with him being so young and all. But I gotta say he’s a real man of faith.”

“How long has he been in town?” Ivy asked.

“Oh I’d say about a year or so now. Said he came from the west, out in the desert, I think. The town’s really taken to him though, you’d think he was a southern boy from the start if it wasn’t for that accent.” He took another bite of his sandwich.

“Yeah, he seems…really friendly.” Ivy turned to look at him conversing with a couple, not much older than she was. She certainly wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but part of her wondered just how friendly he could get.

*****

Over the following few weeks, Ivy found herself looking forward to Sunday services. Each time she attended church, her eyes would seek out Jamie, and he would reciprocate with small glances and smiles. The innocent exchanges gave her butterflies, and she often caught herself daydreaming about him during the weekdays. Perhaps riding around in the old beat-up truck he drove around, windows down, hands intertwined over the center console; relaxing in the shade under the willow tree down by the pond behind the old mill.

But some nights, alone in her room after her grandparents had gone to sleep, she found herself even fantasizing about Jamie. Though she wasn’t religious herself, there was something so guilty about thinking of a man of the church in this way. He was probably pure, saving himself for marriage. Still, Ivy couldn’t help but sense something hidden under his holy exterior. There was something hidden, and the intrigue consumed her.

The two hadn’t shared more than a few cordial words each weekend, between the glances, though. She was beginning to wonder if she had just been completely misreading things through the rose-colored glasses of her own desires.

One Sunday after the service, Jamie stood in the doorway of the church bidding his congregation goodbye as they shuffled out into the bright midday humidity.

“Irene, Dale, Ivy.” He smiled and nodded politely as they passed by him. “Oh, Ivy!” He followed.

“Yes?” She replied, stopping to turn around.

“I’m wondering if you might be interested in volunteering for the end of summer fair that we’re putting on for the kids next weekend. We could really use an extra set of hands, if you’re able.” He smiled.

“Oh, how fun! Ivy would love to help out, wouldn’t you honey bee?!” Irene excitedly grabbed her arm.

Ivy looked between Irene and Jamie. “Uh…yeah, sure. I can help.” She pushed a smile.

Jamie stood up straighter, flashing a toothy grin. “Wonderful. It’s appreciated. We’re having a volunteer meeting with everyone helping on Wednesday night at 7pm, if you can make it.”

“Sure, yeah, I’ll be there.”

He tipped his hat to her. “See you then.”

While Ivy somewhat begrudgingly agreed, she was excited at the opportunity to spend more time with the intriguing preacher during her final week here. She didn’t expect much, but at least she would be able to be around him, drinking in the sight of his tall figure and wonderfully sculpted face.

*****

The Wednesday meeting arrived, going as one would typically expect. The logistics and volunteer duties and assignments were discussed, the timeline, a question-and-answer portion. Jamie dismissed the volunteers, thanking them for their time commitment and willingness to assist.

“Ivy, would you mind hanging back a minute. There’s something I forgot to go over with you.” Jamie called out from his seat as the small group filed down the aisle.

Ivy turned around, letting a few others walk by her on either side. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Come sit.” Jamie gestured to the pew in front of him.

She complied, coming to sit down. As the last person went out the door, it closed behind them with a click that echoed throughout the room. Jamie got up from his chair on the platform, coming down to the pew where Ivy sat and sitting beside her. She felt her breathing pick up slightly, his cologne enveloping the air around her.

Jamie turned to her. “Ivy, I’ve noticed something has been weighing on you.”

Her stomach dropped. He had noticed the way she had been looking at him and the blushing when he glanced back at her after all. She felt his hand rest on her thigh, drawing her out of her own mind and thoughts. She looked down to her lap and then back up to him. His eyes were dark and suggestive.

“Have you had…sinful thoughts?” He asked calmly.

Swallowing hard, Ivy paused, opening her mouth to speak but having no earthly idea of how to respond. She resolved to a shallow nod, darting her eyes anywhere but to his, unsure of how honest she could be with him. Her mind reeled, caught between the boundaries of his position and her own suppressed desires. Jamie nodded back to her, looking forward and letting his gaze wander.

“I have to admit…” He turned his gaze now to her. “I have too.”

Ivy’s heart was in her throat. “Oh?” Was all she could manage to squeak out, the warmth of his hand still radiating through the fabric of her sundress. He leaned in closer to her, his breath brushing against her earlobe.

“Will you hear my confession?” He whispered.

She turned to him, their faces mere centimeters from each other. “Y-yes…”

He met her eyes with his own. “Those thoughts have been about you.” He said in a hushed tone, his thumb beginning to caress where it rested on her thigh.

A mix of shock and excitement washed over Ivy, burning itself all the way down to her core. She hadn't expected him to be so candid and so forward. She found herself still speechless, never having thought her desires would be equally reciprocated. After a beat, she found her voice.

"Is...is that even allowed?" She whispered, concerned about a faith she didn't even fully understand. “I thought that god-“

"Do you even believe in god?" Jamie interrupted, his tone genuine.

Ivy hesitated before admitting, "No, I don’t…"

Jamie smirked. "Then don't worry about it." He said, leaning closer, his other hand coming to grip her chin. "You don't have to pretend to be so innocent then, do you, my little lamb?"

“I…” She started to reply before his hand on her thigh ventured deeper between her legs. Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the panties that were already wet with her neediness.

“What, you what?” He cooed, still holding her chin tightly with his other hand, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…” She breathed. “I want you to touch me. Please.”

She felt his lips crash against hers, like a man starved. He released her chin, slinking his hand around her neck and up the back of her head. She quickly adjusted herself, swinging her leg over his to sit on his lap, straddling him.

“Not so timid anymore it seems.” Jamie pulled back, smirking.

“I just said I don’t believe in god, I’m going to hell anyway, I might as well enjoy myself along the way.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I can give you something to believe in.” In a swift motion, Jamie slipped his hands under Ivy’s thighs, lifting her up as he stood up.

He walked them both towards the platform, stepping up, and pressing her back against the wall, just under a large wooden cross. Her legs stayed wrapped around his waist, hands rustling through his golden hair. His lips furiously pressed against hers, tongue and teeth coming together in a raw passion. His mouth ventured down to her neck, nipping and suckling just under her ear as Ivy let out a gentle whimper. She felt his length hardening against her inner thigh, making her need for him grow stronger.

“Are you gonna fuck me right here under this cross?” She breathed.

Jamie abruptly stopped, pulling back to look her in the eye. He let her legs fall individually and took half a step back. Ivy furrowed her brow, confused. She wondered if he had suddenly had a change of heart, or if he realized how sacrilegious this all was.

“Hey.” He said sternly. “We’re in a church. You should know you can’t use that language in the house of the lord.”

“Oh, uh-“

“You know you have to be punished.” He smirked wickedly, stepping backward again.

Ivy’s blood pumped furiously through her veins, excitement overtaking her. This was undoubtedly so wrong, but so thrilling. He glanced to the lectern, where a thick bible sat neatly on top. He took it in his hand, turning back to Ivy. He pulled the chair on the platform closer to him, taking a seat and patting his lap.

“Come on.” He gestured. “Bend over, take your punishment.”

Ivy hesitantly made her way over to Jamie, slowly sinking herself lower and folding herself over his lap. Her breath was heavy, anticipating. He cleared his throat and reached for the hem of her dress, sliding it slowly upwards, fully revealing her light pink panties. He neatly folded the fabric at the small of her back, gently smoothing it out with minimal pressure.

“Now…” He sighed.

He drew back the hand holding the bible, and with a swift flick of his wrist, the leather-bound cover made sharp, unforgiving contact with Ivy’s supple backside. She let out a shrill yelp as it came down on her flesh, knowing full well this would leave a mark. Without missing a beat, Jamie pulled back and delivered another hard whack to her. Her shriek echoed off the walls of the empty church, this rap stinging worse than the first one on her already red skin. Tears began to well in the corner of her eyes.

“P-please…I’m sorry.” She whimpered softly.

“What was that, my little lamb?” He reached with his other hand to softly stroke her hair, countered quickly with a third strike of the bible.

Ivy tensed up over his lap, crying out again. “I’m sorry!”

Jamie continued petting her head, now resting his other hand and the book on her back. He leaned down closer to her ear, smiling softly. “Will you be good for me now?”

Ivy took in a shattered breath. “Yes... Yes, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Good girl.” Jamie whispered. “Now, sit up…”

Ivy did as she was told, peeling her torso off his lap only to swing her leg over and straddle him once again. She sniffled lightly as she looked at him directly again, eyes still slightly glossy from her punishment. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“To answer your question from before…” He began. “Yes, I am going to fuck you right here under this cross. I am going to show god that you’re mine.”

Before Ivy could respond, his lips were already pressing hungrily into hers. He began to trail down her jaw and on to her neck, suckling hard enough to make sure he would leave his mark. She reached between both of their bodies, undoing the button and zipper of his pants just enough to free his hardened length. She took him in her hand and stroked him slowly, a low groan emanating from his throat. His hot breath against her skin made her already desperate core throb, she felt as though she could combust at any moment.

With his lips still exploring her neck and collarbone, he moved to quickly lower the straps of her dress, letting them fall to her elbows. He tugged at the top hem of the dress, letting her chest reveal itself, spilling out over the fabric. His mouth made quick work of enveloping her nipple in its warmth, drawing out a pleasured sigh from Ivy. She began to grind against his thigh, hoping for some sense of relief.

“Come on, then.” She breathed. “Make me yours. Take me.”

Jamie let out a breathy chuckle, removing her hands from his cock, slipping his hands under her dress and under the elastic of her panties. She rested her wrists on his shoulders, staring down as he pushed the fabric aside, gently pushing her upward to angle his tip at her entrance. She gasped as she sunk down slowly, feeling the stretch of him inside. He let out a groan as Ivy now fully enveloped in, her weight fully back on his lap. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his briefly before closing the gap between their lips. Her hips rocked forward, his hands gripping her hips to help her along. Suddenly, he pulled back.

“Say it, before god, say that you’re mine.” He growled, rocking his hips in rhythm with hers. “I don’t care what you believe in, you’re going to believe in me. Say it.”

“I-I’m yours!” Ivy mewled. “I’m yours.” She fell forward against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Yeah, you’re my good girl. My good girl.” He growled again into her neck.

The two of them clung to each other, the space around them filled with their moans and breathing, the aggressive creaking of the wooden chair they were occupying. If the church hadn’t been the only building on its acre of land, someone would have heard them through the open windows.

A gentle breeze made its way through the large hall, raising goosebumps across their sticky, shiny skin, covered in the humid dew of the south. Their movements were in perfect sync, each one locked into the other’s body, as if they were a symbiotic pair; as if they were to lose contact, their bodies would shrivel up and wither away into the wind.

“Look at me.” Jamie whispered. “I want you to look at me as I finish in you. As I claim you.”

Ivy pulled back to look at him, arching her back as she did. “Yes, Jamie…please…let god know I’m yours.” She sighed, digging her nails into his shoulders.

His thrusts became more haphazard, and his grunts frequent. Ivy rolled her hips along with him, the pressure building throughout her core, sensing the euphoria just over the horizon. As if it were a divine purpose, she slipped over the edge just as Jamie spilled out inside her. Ivy fell forward again, burying her face in his neck as she rode out her high, as Jamie wrapped his arms tightly around her. They slowly came to a still, only the sound of their heavy breathing and birds singing outside the church walls filling their ears along with low ringing.

As their senses came back to them, they relaxed their hold on the other. Ivy pulled back from the crook of Jamie’s neck, smoothing her damp hair out of her face. He smiled softly up at her, taking her chin in his hand again, only this time pulling her tenderly toward him to place a gentle kiss to her lips.

“How are you doing, little lamb?” He asked sweetly, his voice no longer gruff and demanding, but kind and warm.

“I’m…feeling saved.” She smiled.

He chuckled lightly as he caressed her cheek. “Oh, is that all it takes?”

Ivy slid herself off his lap, letting him tuck himself back in to his trousers. “You said you’d make a believer out of me. I definitely believe in a lot more than I did before I came here.” She winked.

“Well…you have a few days left here. I can certainly give you a lot more to believe in, darling.” He smirked at her as he stood up, reaching out his hand, silently asking for hers.

Ivy smiled, glancing between his eyes and his hand.

“I’m all yours.”

[jennay]

Bad Day

Jamie Bower x reader

Request: I’m not sure if you’re still going to write about Jamie, but I’d like to see how the reader helps Jamie through a bad day. Or vice versa.

An: I hope this is what you were looking for 💜

Words: 1500ish

Warnings: None

Master List

You could always tell when Jamie had a bad day. His usual smile faded into a grimace, his familiar loud laughter was silenced, and he withdrew into himself.

You found him on the deck, sitting on a chair with his feet kicked up on the short table. His sunglasses hid his eyes.

You noticed his long-sleeved button-up shirt hanging off his chair, leaving him in his white undershirt. He must have been sweating in the summer heat but didn't seem to care.

"You ok?" You ask as you plop down on the chair beside him. You rest your hand on his back to comfort him.

He shook his head slightly, barely acknowledging your presence. He seemed lost in his own world.

"Hey, talk to me." You say softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

Jamie flinches and pulls away, biting his bottom lip nervously. "I've just had a bad day, darling." He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

You sigh, moving closer to him, trying to bridge the gap. You tilt your head and look at him with concern. "Wanna talk about it?" You ask gently.

He hesitates, slowly removing his sunglasses and clips them to his shirt. His eyes aren't shining like they usually do.

Instead, you can see a tint of red shading the whites of his eyes. You'd seen Jamie cry before, but it was a rare occasion. He always found some optimism to keep his mind cluttered with happy thoughts.

He closes his eyes and leans back, letting out a long breath. "I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed. It's nothing to worry about." You can hear the ting of pain in his voice.

You don't push him to talk; you know it's not the best way to help him. You wait patiently, trusting that he will open up when ready. "I have an idea." You say, breaking the silence. "Let's go take the pups for a walk." You suggest, hoping to cheer him up.

Jamie smiles faintly, appreciating your gesture. He opens his eyes and nods, getting up from his seat. "Good idea." He agrees, reaching for your hand.

You follow him back into your house, grabbing the leashes from the hook by the door. "Should we drive somewhere, or should we take them around the block?" You ask, looking at him expectantly.

Jamie clips the leash on the black lab, who is wagging his tail excitedly. You're thankful he took hold of Ash. You loved the dog, but he was a little wilder than your white and brown Frenchie, whom you named Charlie.

Charlie sits patiently by your feet, waiting for you to attach his leash.

"I think we should go down to the lake. Get these dogs exhausted." He grins widely, his blue eyes shining as he cracks a joke. "You could use some sun. You're getting a bit pale, love." He teases, poking your cheek.

You roll your eyes and smile, feeling a blush creep up. "Not everyone was blessed with perfect skin, Jamie." You retort, clipping Charlie's leash and standing up.

He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You're perfect to me, darling." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

He kisses your cheek and then lets go, heading for the door. "Come on, let's go have some fun." He says, opening the door and letting the dogs out.

"I love you." You gush as you walk down the driveway and to Jamie's SUV. He opens the trunk, letting the dogs jump in, but bursts into laughter when he sees Charlie's stubby legs struggling to jump.

He bends down and picks up the small dog, "It's ok, buddy, I'll help you." Jamie kisses the top of the dog's head and puts him next to Ash. "Be good." He says, pointing at Ash. "And don't eat Charlie." He adds, making you laugh.

You giggle while getting into the car, and Jamie does the same. He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. His free hand lands on your thigh, and you don't hesitate to lace your fingers with his.

"You know, I love you too." He says, looking at you with a smile. "But I love Charlie the most." He jokes, making you gasp.

"How dare you!" You exclaim, pretending to be offended. "Charlie is my baby, not yours!" You argue, squeezing his hand.

He chuckles and kisses your hand, then looks at the road. "Fine, fine. You can have Charlie. But I get Ash." He says as if he's making a fair deal.

You shake your head and smile, feeling happy and playful. "Deal."

When you arrive at the lake, you hardly wait for the car to stop before you open the door. You jump out and head to the back of the SUV to get the dogs out. Jamie urges you to wait, worried that Ash will tackle you again. You know he's right, but you're too excited to care. You open the trunk and let the dogs out, who immediately run towards the water. You follow them, laughing as they splash and play.

Jamie joins you, grabbing a frisbee from the car. He throws it into the air, and Ash leaps to catch it. Charlie tries to chase him, but he's too slow and clumsy. He barks and whines, wanting to join the fun.

You pick him up and cuddle him, kissing his nose. "Don't worry, Charlie. You're the goodest boy." You whisper, making him wag his tail.

When your eyes meet Jamie’s gaze, you nearly melt. He looks so happy and relaxed, and you are thankful for the change in his mood. You put Charlie down and run towards Jamie, wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs you back, lifts you off the ground, and spins you around, making you giggle. He peppers kisses all over your face, and you melt in his arms.

“That was adorable.”

You gently grab his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and guiding him to sit with you on a bench while the dogs chase each other around. "Thank you for this." He quietly says. "I feel better." He admits, leaning back and putting his arm around your shoulders. "You always know what to do."

You lean your head on his chest, admiring the view of the lake. The water is calm and clear, reflecting the blue sky and the white clouds. The sun shines brightly, warming your skin and making the lake sparkle. You see some ducks and geese swimming in the distance, creating ripples on the surface. The shore is lined with green grass and colorful flowers, adding a touch of nature to the scene. You hear barking and splashing from the dogs, who are blasting in the water.

Jamie breaks the silence, speaking softly. "I was feeling stuck." He admits. "I was feeling like it didn't matter how hard I tried. I like staying busy, and lately, everything's at a standstill. I got trapped in my mind." He says, looking away. "And then I started wondering why you stay with me. I'm a chaotic mess, and I'm gone all the time. I feel that I don't give you the attention you deserve."

You lightly sigh, placing your hand on his chest next to your face. "You've done so much in these last two years. You should be proud of yourself." You say softly, tilting your head up and kissing his jaw lightly. "You pay enough attention to me, and when you have to go, it makes it much more special when you come back."

He turns and meets your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or resentment. He sees none, only care and sincerity. He feels grateful for you, the one who always supports and understands him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, holding your gaze. "Thank you for being with me." He says sincerely, making your heart melt. "And thank you for loving me."

You wrap your arm around his waist, holding him tight. He strokes your hair gently.

“No matter what your brain tells you, I need you to know you're worth the world. You'll always be perfect to me."

You stay cuddled like that for a while, enjoying each other’s presence and warmth. You don’t need many words to express your love because you can feel it in every touch and every breath. He’s your everything, and you’re his. Nothing can or will ever change that.

Tags: @wonnou

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AO3 writer (me) finding a typo or a grammatical error in her 2 years old fic that she’d proofread 3 times before hitting that publish button:

[maladaptive-jcb]

Your Grumpy Roommate

NSFW 18+ only!

Author's note: Since my first smut before this, I actually had a lot of fun writing it and seeing that some of you liking it. Here's another one for you. Female reader x Jamie Campbell Bower. Smut warning. Shower sex. Fingering. P to v sex. Enemies to lovers. One shot. Being dominated. Kinda cute. Slow burn, I guess?

Renting an apartment alone in the city was nearly impossible with your finance issues and minimum wage salary. After a long search, you finally settled to sharing a space with another man in an apartment. You weren't one to share, especially with a strange man but you didn't have a choice. You stepped into your new place and saw him there. A blonde man, striking blue eyes and sharp jawlines. He greeted you with a British accent. His name was Jamie.

You had been living with him for months and most of the time, it had not been a pleasant experience. You were expecting to at least live with a friendly roommate. Cheerful at least. But, no. Jamie was always grumpy and always kept to himself. He won't even stare at you for more than five seconds before walking away.

Most of the times, he will be out for his shows or band practice. It was as if he couldn't stand being in the same room with you, which made you feel unwelcomed and rejected.

The times that you guys did spend talking was when you two were at each other's throats. You'd get mad at him for finding his stuff all over your space like his socks on the living room floor, his unwashed mugs on the kitchen counter and that stupid guitar right in the middle that you kept tripping over. He then will yell at you for taking too long in the bathroom, leaving your underwears in the dryer when he had to use it and having to see you asleep on the couch in the middle of the day.

Every day, there will be something new to be upset about, and every day, the argument would end with him walking out on you, as if he couldn't control what he was about to do if he stayed another second longer.

It could be worse, you thought as you convinced yourself to stay in the apartment. There was no other place you could go. You couldn't afford it.

You woke up one morning to find the apartment empty. You scanned all over the place just to make sure he wasn't home until you spotted his dirty dishes on the sink again and the full trash can that he didn't pick up before he left. Frustrated, you walked into the bathroom to relax before your blood pressure started to rise again.

You drew a nice bath, filled with a pink bath bomb and essential oils. You were just gonna put your airpods on, listen to some music and relax in the water.

Just be patient. It's gonna be okay. You told yourself as you closed your eyes, soaking in the warm water and music in your ears. Your lips curved into a smile and a sigh exhaled from your mouth.

While tranquility took over you in the bathtub, Jamie walked into the apartment, back from his long grueling late night show. When he noticed that the apartment was quiet and you were nowhere to be seen, he took off his tank top and threw it on the couch. He felt hot, tired and sweaty. He couldn't take any more second being in that state so he grabbed a towel from his room, slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the bathroom in just his low-rise jeans. He pushed the unlocked door open and stepped in.

His feet was frozen, as if someone just nailed his feet to the floor when he saw your figure in the bathtub. The image of your glistening curves under the water immediately seared into his mind and his eyes widen. He tried to move, speak... but his throat was so dry.

You shifted yourself and suddenly felt a presence in the bathroom. Coming out of your daze, you slowly fluttered your eyes open but immediately shot up as soon as you saw his figure standing in the middle of the bathroom, trying to say something. The sweat on his tattoo-covered body caught the light from the window. The light and shadow contoured his abs, sharp hip bones and his V-line that was so prominent through his low-rise jeans. Before he could speak, you started screaming and the heat rose to your cheeks.

You turned your back towards him to hide yourself and started yelling, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

"Sorry- I thought you weren't home!! Why didn't you lock the door!?" Jamie started to explain himself finally. However you took it as him questioning your competence.

"Now it's my fault that I didn't lock the door!?" You yelled back, your hands were still covering yourself which was not truly working with how much you were exposed.

Jamie tried his best to keep his eye contact on your face without trailing to your body, but he was struggling. He was praying that it wasn't obvious to you while his mind wandered to dangerous places.

"I didn't say it was your fault, I just thought no one was here," he explained again, a tinge of frustration in his voice.

"Oh yeah, of course. Not like you've never walked into my space before anyways," you shot back, reaching for the towel finally and quickly wrapped it around yourself. It didn't matter that the towel was then soaking wet while you tried to drain the tub at the same time. You felt embarrassed and vulnerable at the sight of you being so exposed in front of him.

Jamie furrowed his eyebrows, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even in this situation, you still found a way to blame him.

"Gosh, you are impossible," he muttered at you in disbelief.

Your blood pressure shot right up at his remark. You glared at him fiercely. "I'm impossible? You have driven me up the wall the second I stepped foot in this apartment! You wanna talk impossible!? Let's talk about your dirty dishes. Your dirty socks... And- and that stupid guitar you carried around-"

"God, shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He stepped forward and threw his towel on the floor. "I am so sick of you telling me what I can, and can't do at my own place."

He backed you up against the wall, his patience running thin. You had never seen him this angry. His eyes darted towards your chest that was rising and falling nervously. The line of your glistening cleavage made him lose his damn mind. You could feel his breath on you as he stepped closer.

"Okay... Well, I-I was just saying-" your voice shaking, almost pleading.

"I said shut up," his voice stern and low.

You saw his glaring eyes raking your figure down in the soaking wet towel you were holding that was sticking down to all the right curves. Showing him more than what it was meant to hide. You felt your chest hammering at the sight of him locking his gaze on your body. Then his eyes went back up, darkening at your gaze.

"I'm so sick of you... Every single day I have to fight myself not to throttle you..." he whispered in a husky tone, his hand resting on the wall right on the side of your face.

"I'm so sick of staying at home, having to see you walking around in that tight tank top, that skimpy shorts, parading around that sweet curvy flesh right to my face..."

His other hand then gripping your hip tight, pulling you close. You yelped in surprise but he didn't care.

"...and those damn underwears in the dryer. God, you were really testing me weren't you? You wanted me to go crazy, didn't you?"

His other hand then slid onto your back, pulling you flush against his chest. You whimpered, hoping to beg for mercy. He smirked at the sound of you and lowered his face until his lips brushed right against your ear to whisper,

"And when you slept on the couch, all sprawled out like that every single time... God, it's like you wanted me to take you right then and there."

His words shot right to your heating core. Your legs were about to give out but he held you upright, making sure you felt every contour of his body through that thin towel that was separating you and him. His hand rested on your ass, rubbing the perky shape and riding your towel up and up... You could almost feel his fingers brushing against your cheeks.

"Jamie, I'm sorry- Please I won't do it again," you whimpered.

"So now you're begging? After everything you've done, you want me to go easy on you?" Jamie pushed you against the wall. His one arm slid under your towel, right on your inner thigh and the other tangled in your hair. He tugged on your wet hair until your head was tilted enough to expose your neck for him. His lips curved into a smirk. Oh how beautiful you looked at his mercy. He leaned down to press hot wet kisses on your skin.

You sighed, the tantalizing feeling of his suckling and biting gave both a hissing pain and pleasure to you at the same time. Each bite was soothed down with his swirling tongue on the marks that he left.

He started grinding his hips on you, showing his evident desire that was building up. He wanted you to know how hard he was. What you had done to him all along.

"J-jamie..." you moaned.

"God my name sounds so good from your mouth when you're not complaining," he groaned as he rocked himself against you. You arched your hips begging for more stimulation through the towel.

You whimpered in his ear, the sounds driving him crazier. He started shuddering and grunting.

"You know how many times I've hold myself back? The way you stood there just begging to be touched by me?" He let his frustrations out, rolling his hips against you.

Just when you were getting into it, he pulled himself away. You whimpered at the loss of his touch and whined for more. He gripped your wrist and pulled your arm close.

"I came here to shower and that's what I'm gonna do," his eyes darkened further and pulled you towards the shower, "...and you're coming with me."

He yanked your wrist, making you stumble forward but quickly followed him to the shower. You've never seen him this angry but you weren't gonna stop him. Not when you're completely aroused at his demands.

Without a moment to think, he backed you against the shower wall, trapping you against him. His eyes were once again raking on your body. His hands started cupping over your chest right above the towel, his thumbs massaging the top of your cleavage.

"Are you seriously still going to hold onto that soaking wet towel?" His voice teasing and husky. He pushed your legs apart with his knee and you feel the fabric of his jeans on your inner thighs, rubbing so close to your core. He pushed the slit of your towel open with his hand, then slowly rubbed his thigh on your aching core and sensitive bud. Your hands clenched onto his shoulders to hold yourself up while you moaned. Your hips rocking onto the fabric of his jeans for more delicious friction. He smirked at the sight of you flushing and your mouth hanging open.

"That's right, let me hear you. You're turning me on so good with those sounds," his thigh rubbing steadily on your heat. He continued to encourage you, whispering how you were being a good girl for him.

The sound of his voice, the way he rubbed himself on you. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed more. So much more.

"I want you. Now," you said and started undoing his belt.

He grunted at the feel of your hands on his lower hips, undressing him already.

"You're gonna be the death of me," his eyes fluttered shut at the feel of you pulling his jeans down along with his boxers. He kicked it away while his hard cock sprung free for you. You couldn't wait any longer and you went to reach for the feel of him in your hand but he caught your wrist up again.

"I'm not done with you," he demanded and then pulled your towel down revealing your naked body for him. You gasped at the feel of your exposed body, your face flushing at the vulnerability. Your arms instinctively wrapped around you, almost like you were hiding yourself.

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

"No, don't," he pulled your arms away and held them in his hands, "You're beautiful."

Something shifted on your gaze and softened as you looked up at him. He felt it and smiled at you, taking your arms up and letting you wrap around his shoulders.

He pressed his lips on yours in a searing kiss, and reached for the shower knob to turn it on. His hands slid down to your breasts, feeling your fullness in his hands while the water trickles down your body. The friction in the slippery water drove him crazier by the second. His tongue started tasting your mouth, the sweetness he craved for so long. The lips that he fantasized so many times during your daily fights. That sweet luscious pout mixed with the venom of your words that distracted him many times while you were angry. The many times he wanted to shut that pretty little mouth. The sounds of his low groans mixed with your desperate moans were muffled while your tongues met and tasting each other. He parted his lips away from you and moved down to your chest.

You tilted your head back, the feel of his mouth and the water running on your chest sent shivers down your back. He took a mouthful of your breast, sucking on the hard bud and circling it with his tongue while his hand kneading the other one. He heard the sounds escaping your lips, wanting to hear more and he flicked your nipple faster and faster with his tongue. Your hands tugged on his hair as it jolted the tension right to your lower gut.

He moved his mouth to your other breast and started doing the same thing. The wetness of his tongue sent pleasure through your hardened nipple. His hand then started sliding up your thigh, reaching for your core. He could feel the warm wetness on his fingers, a stark contrast to the cold shower.

He pulled himself back up and started kissing your neck, and whispering to your ear again.

"You're so ready for me aren't you? I can’t believe how wet you are already" He shuddered in your ear and pushing your folds open with his fingers. His touch on your already sensitive core made you shiver. Your hips arched towards his touches begging for more.

"Jamie... Please i want you..." You begged him.

He smiled at your pleading and he slid a finger in, his movement slow and deliberate.

"Oh so warm, darling... I can't wait to be inside you," he teased. He pushed and pulled his finger in and out of you in a steady pace. You could feel the high coming and you reached for your clit, rubbing and circling it, pushing yourself further to the edge. He looked down and smirked at the way you touched yourself. "Mmm, that's it baby... You're doing so good," he encouraged you while he moved his finger within you. He took a moment to take in the sight of you crumbling down under his touch and then slid a second finger in. He could immediately feel you getting close. Your cunt started clenching around his fingers with his motions. This was it. He took the signal and swirl his fingers in a circular motion inside, making your head thrown back. He smirked and knew exactly what was coming. He curled his fingers up and hit the spot, picking up the pace to send you over the edge.

"Jamie, fuck- I'm gonna cum-" you whimpered, shaking against his fingers.

"Y-yeah god yes. Cum for me, baby. I've got you. Let me see you," he whispered huskily in your ear.

With his command, you released with a loud moan and shook against him. He slowly rubbed you out, calming you down from your high.

"You did so good... You looked so hot coming undone in my arms," he whispered to your ear and slowly pulling out his fingers.

You leaned on his chest as he held onto you, supporting yourself up. He could feel your heart rate slowing on him while the water still running down on both of you.

Your hand lowered down to his hips, rubbing them in circles and then finally resting on his bare ass. You felt the tightness of his curve, then pulling him close to your core. He gave a strangled moan when he felt his length hardening and rubbing you.

"I need you... All of you," you sighed in his chest while rubbing yourself against him. His breath started hitching, his moans filling up the small shower space.

"You're killing me," he choked on his words, gripping onto your hips, rocking them with you too.

You moaned in pleasure, pulling him close to you by his ass. His hands holding himself up by the wall.

"Fuck, that feels good..." He shut his eyes at the feeling of you.

"Jamie... Fuck me," you begged him. You reached for his cock, gently stroking it and guiding him to your opening.

A low guttural moan escaped him when he felt your stroking, his hips bucking out to feel more of you.

"Oh- oh god," he moaned. "Say that again. One more time."

"Fuck me, Jamie," you pleaded, whimpering.

His sense of control left his body and slammed you onto the wall. He scooped you up by your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you up against the wall. His gaze darkened, full of lust.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna have my way with you now," he growled. He positioned himself in between your legs and finally, very slowly, pushed all of himself in.

"Oh g-god, you feel so good," he moaned against you. You tilted your head back, your arms holding yourself up by his shoulders.

He lost all sense of control, he pushed further into you. Your walls wrapping around him perfectly.

"Oh... Ohhhh baby. Fuck..." His moans strangled in between his thrusts.

"Oh Jamie, fuck me... fuck me good," you moaned.

"Shit, baby that sounds so good say it again," he thrusted deeper.

"Fuck me real good Jamie ... Yes, yes-" you moaned, over and over again.

"Shit, my name sounds so good like that-" he started pounding you harder and harder against the wall. "I've imagined doing this to you so many times. You breathless like this... Being pounded by my cock like this... Your moans in my ear... Fuck I'm gonna make you come so hard."

"Jamie, don't say stuff like that-" his words almost brought you to your second orgasm. You couldn't hold it back.

"Why? You can't hold it anymore, hmm? You can't handle me talking dirty to you? How I imagined fucking you on the couch? On the kitchen counter? Raw and hard on that damn carpet?"

He pounded on your pussy hard and hitting your spot over and over.

"How I checked you out while you bent down, your ass in all its glory in that shorts... And your nipples showing through your tank tops around the house... God you make me so hard all the time," he added. All his frustrations finally out for you.

"Jamie... I can't take it anymore," you were begging for release.

"You're close, aren't you?" he pounded you against the wall hard. "Cum for me, baby. I want you to scream my name. Just for me."

You moaned hard and started clenching around him. "Jamie! Jamie, fuck-" You reached your orgasm and released hard.

The warmth of your release sent shockwave to Jamie, his eyes rolling back and found his release with you. Both of you held onto each other with ragged breath, shaking through the intense high. He buried his face in your neck while you laid your chin on top of his head. He wanted to still hold you up, relishing the feeling of your closeness through his shaky legs, not pulling out of you yet.

When he finally came down from the euphoric feeling, he slowly lifted his face up to face you. Gazing into your eyes in a new adoring way. One that you haven't seen before.

"You okay?" He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

Your heart soften at his gentleness and you nodded. He slowly pulled out of you and placed you down carefully. The water still running down on both of you while standing there in each other's arms. He reached for the shower knob and turned it off.

You were shaking both from the orgasm and the cold and he quickly tried to reach for a towel to dry you up. Little did he realize, the aftermath of what you and him had done were all over the place. Both your towel soaking wet on the floor, along with his jeans and boxers. The shampoo bottles scattered on your feet and water splashed everywhere. He chuckled and looked back at you.

"Well, I guess I've made a mess again," he blushed at the condition of the bathroom.

This time, you laughed. There was no more anger within you.

"It's okay," you simply said.