#jamie3

[raynandsunshine]

Who: @jamieatwater​ Where: Yacht When: Beginning of Jamie’s party

Harper may or may not have thought Rayna was crazy for dragging her to crash the yacht party of a guy that had been an absolute jackass to her back in school. And she may or may not be right, but Rayna was determined to have a good time. She had found a gorgeous dress that she was in love with, her make-up was perfect, and maybe some part of her wanted to prove something. Some part of her felt the need to prove her identity to someone who hadn’t recognized it way back then.

Besides that, since running into Jamie again, he’s been nice. Almost to a weird extent that made her feel bad for being angry at him. Almost. In any case, she was fairly confident that he wouldn’t kick her or her sister off the yacht, even if they weren’t strictly on the guest list. And she decided to test the theory as soon as she stepped on board with Harper. A quick promise that she’d be right back, and she made her way through the people as everyone was still arriving, looking around and probably trying to find alcohol, until she caught sight of what she wished had never become a familiar blonde figure. “Happy birthday!” She called out cheerfully a soon as she was close enough. “You really go all out for your parties, huh?”

[vdavenport]

What the hell are you doing here, McFadden?

[ruminationasritual]

AAAAAAAAAA i luv him

OMG PLZ a fic or blurb where James is teaching the reader to dance in his dorm as a friend in prep for a school dance or smth and they get really close and then awk and kiss or something idk🤪🤪🤪🤪

post hogwarts cos I'm old <3 tysm for ur request hope it's okay

You step on his foot again and cringe. He laughs and pushes you back gently. "You're really not following my lead," he says. 

"I am!" you protest, hand clammy in his. He either doesn't notice or won't say he can feel it. You steal away from him, forcing his fingers from your waist and turning around so he can't see your expression. His bedroom wall is plastered in photos, some of yourself but mostly of the others. You're a little camera shy.

"What, you're mad?" he asks, laughing. 

You wipe your hands on your shirt and pull your sleeves down. "Not at you," you admit in defeat. 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, a familiar friendly clasp before he shoves his arm around your neck, forcing you to look at him. Your faces are so close, you're distracted. 

"You're giving up too fast." 

You look down, insecure that he can see every detail of your face. 

"How come you all already know how to dance?" you say, picking a hair off of your shirt. 

James makes for one of your hands and drags you back into the middle of the room. He'd pushed his furniture to the walls to make an impromptu dance floor. 

"All your friends are purebloods," he says, placing your hand on his waist and then his own on yours. The other is held with your elbows bent in line with your shoulders. "We have dance lessons. Are you ready?" 

"Rich fuckers," you mutter, and are once again trying your very best to follow his lead. 

You're stepping on his toes, going the wrong direction. One second you think you've got it and the next you're moving left as he moves right. He pauses.

"I think you're getting all up in your own head when you don't have to," he says slowly, like he's worried he's gonna scare you off.

You can't look him in the face, pressed this close. "I can't help it." 

"You need to relax," he says gently.

You shake your head. 

He sighs and drops your hand to mess with his wand. Soon the record player is changed to something slower. 

"That's lazy," you joke, attempting to lighten the mood.

"That's what magic's for." 

Wand away, he slides his hand under your armpit and over your shoulder, touch searing. The toes of your shoes touch as he pulls you in.

"James-" 

"Relax…" he murmurs. "Relax. Put your arm around me." 

You do as he says, feeling pinpricks of sweat on your brow. The music sways and he starts to sway you with it. This close you can see every detail of his face, his soft looking mouth, the hint of a smug grin still playing at the corners, his browned honey eyes under thick eyebrows. 

"How will this help me ball dance?" you question softly, weary of breathing on his face. He shows no such restraint. 

"You're too tightly wound: you'll never learn anything."

"And this is relaxing?" you ask, eyebrows raised. 

He chuckles, eyes creasing. You have fondness written on your face — you must — because his own softens, a peculiar and uncharacteristic look of unsurety on his face. 

He pulls you closer. Your chest digs into his chest. You think, embarrassingly, that he's going to kiss you, but he pulls your face into his chest and his hand is very, very kind as his fingers run over your hair. The music is slow and the lights are low. He smells of sandalwood, you realise, and skin. You tighten your arms around him. It's more of a swaying hug than a dance, and it's the longest hug he's ever indulged you with. 

"I was a little surprised when you asked me to teach you," he says, quiet and close to your ear. 

"Why?" you ask, wondering if he can hear the absence of your heart as it slows.  

"I thought I made you uncomfortable." 

You laugh into his chest, and that's basically a confession. 

He slowly, slowly, inches his hand down to cup your neck, thumb pressed to your artery. 

"You don't make me uncomfortable," you tell him after long seconds of nothing, of dancing. Of trying to hold this moment in your hands. 

"I gathered," he said, and a familiar confidence is back in his voice. 

"You gathered," you repeat. It's half pleading. 

You edge back a split second before his hand moves you. You stare at each other, the song finishes, and he smiles wide wide wide like he knows a dirty secret. In a way, he does, and you surprise yourself by trailing a hand up his chest. 

"Can I kiss you?" he asks. 

You wince. "I won't be any good."

"It's like dancing." 

"Exactly." 

His hand moves up, his fingers slide behind your ear. He looks down at you appraisingly. "Follow my lead," he says. He doesn't move to kiss you until your eyes flit down to his lips and you nod. 

You're a much better kisser than you are a dancer, it turns out. 

[ruminationasritual]

boy meets world marathon with james potter<3

[meechdefrance]

O'Trip House 🎼"The practice sOvage #2" Restons connectés Thanks @Theo Parrish @Jamie3:26 #otriphouse #housemusic #love #dancers #fun #sharingsession Ps: Frank RICHARD Sanrancune en couverture ❤️❤️❤️

[alexfromtokyo]

Hapoy 2nd anniversary @_festimi_! It was so good to meet the 2 brothers #Jamie3:26 and @masalo.music http://ift.tt/2r8zlpw

[ruminationasritual]

im CRYING i luv him sm<3333

oliviaaaaa i hope u feel better soon :((( ur one of my fav accounts on this godforsaken app <3333

for ur self care day ! :::

green tea hair mask — give me a month and day + a character and i'll write a lil blurb abt it !

june 17th + mr. james potter ? (im v predictable LOL)

big luv <3

omg you're so sweet, thank you <3 i'm feeling better ! also enjoy this, it's roadtrip!james and it's my new favorite obsession.

indulge in my self care sleepover !

[ june seventeenth ]

"we've found ourselves in quite the predicament, haven't we." james huffs, staring at you.

you give him a glare, "i told you we needed a map."

he rests his head on the steering wheel, groaning aloud.

the two of you were ages away from home, and completely lost. it was entirely james' fault as well. you told him two hours ago to ask the waitress for directions.

"alright, we have hours until the sun starts setting— just turn around and we can get back into civilization." you ease.

james shakes his head, "no, no. if we keep straight we'll eventually find something."

"oh come on! james, we're in the middle of nowhere." you argue.

he starts the car against your protests, continuing down the empty road. you slip into silence for an hour, totally against speaking to your boyfriend.

james has passed nothing but farmland the entire time, and you've yet to see another human being.

"admit it," you finally speak. "we're lost."

"we're not— we just don't know where we're going." james smirks, happy to annoy you further.

you roll your eyes, and turn the radio on. a cheesy muggle slow song fills the air, saxophone blaring and lyrics sultry.

james smiles brighter, eyes holding a mischievous gleam. he's starts to sing, quiet a first, but as the chorus builds— so does his volume.

"—and i'm never dance again. guilty feet have got no rhythm, though it's easy to pretend, i know you're not a fool!" he sings, voice cracking.

you groan, annoyed with him. completely beyond annoyed.

"james. you're starting to swerve, focus."

he continues to dance in the driver's seat, attempting to make you smile and join his dancing. as the beat begins to drop he turns the volume up.

he throws his head back and yells the lyrics, "tonight the music seems so loud, i wish that we could lose this crowd!" he points a faux microphone to you, requesting you join his song.

you roll your eyes before smiling, "we'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say—"

"we could have been so good together!" he's lost focus on the road, only staring at you, eyes playful.

you laugh as he continues with the song, forgetting all about how lost you are. when james finishes you clap, leaning over to kiss his cheek, "encore, darling!"

he smirks at you, "for the song, or for the fact i found civilization?"

you look out the window and see a bustling town around you.

"godric—when?" you ask.

james shakes his head, "a magician never reveals his secrets."

you look at him deadpan, "it was an accident wasn't it."

"possibly— c'mon, much to explore!" he winks.

[ruminationasritual]

rip james potter u would've gone hard to 22 by taylor swift </3

[ruminationasritual]

screaming crying throwing this is everything i want and more the fact that it's ENCHANTED and he did that (just for ME???? luv him) and for once it's not gna be him in trouble but you (x2 bc i know he'd inflict his own punishment lord) this is so !!!!!!! i luv<3<3<3

🧹 chaser of the century - send me a kink and I’ll write about what it would be like with james! (ex. bondage)

okay i truly am not sure if this counts as a kink per se BUT fucking with the cloak (he's wearing it but you're not)

love your work sm and big big BIG congrats ♡

come celebrate 1.5K with me!! today is james potter day :)

🧹 chaser of the century - send me a kink and I’ll write about what it would be like with james! (ex. bondage)

OH MY GOD NO THIS IS A KINK IT'S MY KINK. the details are a bit fuzzy i literally almost thought about giving the cloak a glory hole but i fixed it with magic <3 this post is 18+, minors dni.

The dead silence in the corridor was only broken by the sound of skin-on-skin, James's arms pinning you tightly against the stone wall. His arms were raised above his head, the cloak enchanted to hover over him as he fucked into you so that none of him would be visible, but you were completely out in the open.

You knew you must have looked a sight, gaping cunt clenching and convulsing around thin air while your throat constricted and your lips pursed together. James's hands, calloused and rough, clamped each over your mouth and your throat, restricting your airflow and muffling your screams.

"God," James groaned, "You'd better hope no one comes down the corridor. Everyone'll see what a slut you are, all on display." He punctuated his words with a sharp jerk of his hips, snapping them deeper into you than he'd ever gone. You let an embarrassingly loud moan escape from your throat, the adrenaline rush in your chest from doing something so risky mixing with the bliss in your core.

"Quiet!" James huffed, hand tightening around your mouth as if it could stop the lewd sound that had already escaped, "Do you want to get caught? You really are a slut, aren'tcha? So desperate for an audience."

"Can't stop, Jamie," You whined, "'Feels too good!"

"Alright precious," He cooed, voice deceivingly sugary for the words that it formed, "Moan all y'want then. Jus' remember, you're the only one that'll get caught."

[ruminationasritual]

cant believe the love of my life turns 62 this weekend <3 grand-dilf <3 love him more than anything <3

[ryves]

okay,  hi.   i’m gonna drop a bunch of threads.   the threads i’m dropping can be found under the cut,  but i’m not gonna @ people just ‘cause that’s..  a lot.   this doesn’t mean i don’t want to rp with you!   it’s just time to clear things out.

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[ruminationasritual]

HELL YEAH IT IS it's in my james playlist bc<3 it's so summery and fun and annoying and just !!!!! james energy !!!!!

another bc i ! love this !

milk and honey bath soak — send me a song and i'll tell you what character it reminds me of !

let the groove get in — justin timberlake ! (my fav summer song<3)

lol i had never heard this before this <3

indulge in my self care sleepover !

this is such a james potter song. it gives me james when he wants to annoy his friends. he'd play it and dance like an idiot <3

[alyssaromanamemories-blog-blog]

jameson-kennedy replied to your post:

///AHEM/// YOU MISSED ONE

I’M SORRY. 

CORRECTION: I’d bang the fuck out of Jamie Kennedy. Better?