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bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3

thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.

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When the Storm Came

Bsf!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: A viscous thunderstorm hits the OBX and the only person Rafe is thinking about is his best friend, who has the biggest fear of them.

Rain came fast in the Outer Banks.

One second it was calm—humid, gray-skied, the kind of heaviness in the air that warned you something was coming. The next, the sky cracked wide open and the storm fell in sheets. Loud and unapologetic.

I flinched, pressing my head against my blanket-covered knees as another boom shook the walls. My hands flew to my ears instinctively, trying to block it out. The thunder rolled again, louder this time, and I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing. But it was no use. The storm was getting worse.

Rain pounded harder against the windows, each drop sounding like a warning. My breath hitched with every crack of thunder, matching its rhythm in a way that made my chest feel tighter. I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume on the movie playing in front of me, hoping it would drown it out.

It didn’t.

The voices from the screen felt distant, muffled by the storm outside and the fear twisting in my stomach.

These were the moments I realized just how much I took the sunny days for granted—those slow, golden afternoons with Rafe. The way the light hit his eyes, the warmth of his voice, the ease that came with just being near him.

Rafe.

Even just the thought of him made my chest feel a little lighter, like I could breathe again. A small smile tugged at my lips as my eyes drifted to my phone, sitting untouched at the edge of the bed.

I reached for it quickly, curling back into myself as another low rumble shook the house. One arm remained tightly pressed over my ear, the other fumbled to unlock the screen.

His name was the first one on my messages. Of course it was.

Our last conversation from less than an hour ago still sat there—light teasing, a joke about the ridiculous smoothie he’d made earlier. So casual, so normal.

My thumb hovered over the call button.

I wanted to hear his voice. Just for a second. He always knew how to calm me down, like his words could wrap around me and make everything feel safe again.

But I hesitated.

He’s probably busy, I told myself. He has better things to do than deal with this. With me. With my stupid storm anxiety.

The thunder cracked again, louder this time. My finger flinched, still hovering. Just thinking about him helped. But I couldn’t help but wonder… if he knew how much I needed him, would he still pick up?

A sudden boom—sharper, louder than all the ones before—ripped through the air and shattered my train of thought.

I let out a small yelp and, without thinking, flung my phone across the bed. My body curled in tighter as I yanked the blanket over my head, desperate for some kind of shelter, some kind of buffer between me and the storm screaming outside.

It was silly, I knew that. A blanket couldn’t protect me from thunder. But in that moment, it felt like all I had.

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The sky had been gray all day, but it wasn’t until the thunder started that Rafe really noticed.

He’d been pacing around his room, half-listening to whatever song was playing on his speaker, when the first low rumble shook through the house. He paused, mid-step. Looked out the window.

Rain was coming down hard now—fast, steady, and angry.

His stomach dropped.

Shit.

He didn’t even have to think. The moment the second, louder crack of thunder hit, he was already pulling his phone from his pocket.

Her contact was right there—top of the list, like it always was. He’d just texted her earlier. Dumb stuff. Nothing serious. But now he was staring at her name, thumb hesitating over the screen like it might bite him.

Another roll of thunder.

He could practically see her in his mind—knees pulled to her chest, blanket over her head, hands clamped over her ears.

She hated storms.

He remembered the first time he learned that. They were thirteen. A hurricane had been rolling in, and they’d taken shelter at Tannyhill with the rest of the Kooks. She’d sat on the floor, arms wrapped around her knees, face pale.

She hadn’t even told him. He’d just… seen it. The way her hands shook. How she flinched at every crack of thunder. The way her voice was so quiet when she finally whispered, “I hate this.”

She’d always been that way—gentle, soft-spoken. Sweet in a way that made the world feel quieter when she was around. Rafe had never really been quiet. He wasn’t sure he knew how. But with her? He could breathe.

He pressed call. It rang. And rang. And went to voicemail.

His jaw clenched.

She always answered. Always.

Without thinking, he grabbed his hoodie from the back of the chair, yanked it over his head, and headed for the front door.

She’d kill him for driving in this weather. But the thought of her sitting there alone, scared, with no one to talk her down—it made something hot and unbearable rise in his chest.

He didn’t even bother grabbing an umbrella. Didn’t tell anyone where he was going. He just drove.

Because that’s what he always did. He showed up for her.

And this time would be no different.

By the time he pulled up to her house, the rain was coming down in full sheets, wind shaking the branches overhead. Her car was in the driveway. Good.

He sprinted to her front door, knocking hard.

No answer.

He knocked again, then pressed his forehead to the door and called out, “It’s me.”

Seconds later, it creaked open.

There she was.

Oversized hoodie swallowed her frame, sleeves pulled over her hands, eyes wide and red-rimmed. Her hair was pulled back, a few strands sticking to her forehead from humidity, and she looked so small that it made something in Rafe’s chest ache.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.

She nodded, but barely.

“I didn’t know it was gonna storm this bad,” she said, words wobbling like she was trying not to cry. “I didn’t wanna bother you, I know you were—”

“You’re never bothering me.” His tone came out sharp, a little too urgent. He exhaled, took a step inside. “I saw the clouds and just—I had to check on you.”

She stepped back to let him in, closing the door behind him. The storm outside roared.

“Lights flickered a couple times,” she murmured. “I thought they were gonna go out.”

Another crack of thunder. She winced.

Without thinking, Rafe pulled her into a hug.

She stiffened, just for a second, and then melted against him.

“I hate this,” she whispered into his chest.

“I know,” he said, one hand coming up to the back of her head. “I remember.”

His heart was beating too fast. She felt warm against him. Fragile.

“You always remember,” she said after a moment.

He pulled back just enough to look at her. “’Cause you’re my best friend.”

Her eyes lifted to his, and for a second, he wondered if she was about to say something. Something he wasn’t ready for—or maybe had been waiting years to hear.

But instead, she whispered, “Can you stay until it’s over?”

He smiled gently. “I was planning on it.”

They had settled into the living room, the low flicker of the TV casting a gentle glow over them. The storm outside had only grown louder, thunder cracking like a whip in the sky, rain slamming against the windows in relentless sheets.

She was curled up on the couch, wrapped tightly in a blanket, but it was Rafe’s presence—his warmth—that made her feel grounded. He sat right beside her, their sides pressed together, his thigh solid and steady against hers. She didn’t shy away. In fact, she leaned in—shoulder brushing his, her head resting lightly on his bicep.

Every time the thunder roared, she flinched just a little, and every time, his hand found a new place to soothe. First, it rested on her knee, his thumb drawing slow circles. Then it slid up, fingers tracing her arm gently, until it settled against the curve of her waist, warm and grounding. Later, he wrapped his arm fully around her shoulders, pulling her closer, letting her sink into him like he was the safest place in the world.

And to her—he was.

It was quiet for a while. Just the rain, the occasional rumble in the sky, and the soft sound of her breathing, which was finally starting to slow. She hadn’t fallen asleep, but she was nestled into his side now, the blanket half-forgotten in her lap. Her hand rested on his chest, just over his heart, fingers gently fidgeting with the drawstring of his hoodie.

“You’re warm,” she murmured, her voice a little hushed and hoarse from earlier tears.

Rafe smiled softly, his chin dipping to rest on top of her head. “That’s what happens when you run through a downpour like a maniac.”

She let out a small laugh against his chest. It was muffled, but he felt it. She tilted her head to look up at him, cheek still pressed to his shoulder. “You didn’t have to come over.”

His eyes met hers—stormy like the sky outside, but softer, vulnerable in a way she rarely got to see. “Yeah, I did.”

She blinked, not looking away. “Why?”

Rafe’s jaw flexed like he was trying to keep something in. He looked away for a moment, toward the rain racing down the windows, then back to her.

“Because you’re my girl,” he said simply. “Storm or not.”

Her breath caught, just slightly, but she didn’t speak. Didn’t have to.

He kept going, quieter now. “And because the thought of you sitting here, scared, without me—” He broke off, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I couldn’t sit still.”

She reached up then, brushing his damp hair back from his face, fingers lingering a second longer than necessary. Her touch was soft, but it was full of things she hadn’t said out loud yet.

“You’re kind of stuck with me, you know,” he added, a crooked smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

She smiled back, small and real. “I know.”

Her hand slipped down from his face, trailing along his jaw before resting back against his chest, over his heart. His hand slid down to her waist again, pulling her in even closer, and neither of them said anything for a long moment.

The thunder rolled again, but this time, she didn’t flinch.

“Hey,” she said softly, barely above a whisper.

He hummed in response, already watching her.

“I like being stuck with you.”

And somewhere between the steady rhythm of the rain and the warmth of his arms around her, the line between best friends began to quietly blur—shifting into something softer, something more.

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Too Clingy?

Rafe x angel!reader

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word count: 1.2k a/n: after speaking to Topper, angel worries that she's too clingy for Rafe

Since Rafe had confessed his love to you, things had been strange. There’d been a slight tension in the air between the two of you. You’d heard him, and he knew you’d heard him, but you hadn’t said it back. The only people that’d ever said the words ‘I love you’ to you, were your parents and they hadn’t said such words to you since you were fourteen. You were afraid to say the least, afraid that now he’d said the words, things were going to go downhill, you didn’t know any different. 

So, in an attempt to try and make things better, he had surprised you by taking you out to dinner at the country club. You weren’t the biggest fan of eating at big restaurants, not that you’d ever told him that. You didn’t like that so many other people could see you eating, it made you strangely uncomfortable and you weren’t sure why, you’d just always felt that way. The two of you had just finished eating when he’d gotten up to go to the bar, wanting to get you guys more drinks and also having been waved over by Topper, Kelce and a couple of his other friends. He’d been gone for a while, and you had started to feel uncomfortable with all the kooks that keep glancing over at you disapprovingly. With your discomfort came a growing anxiety, and so you stood up to go and find Rafe. 

When you got to the bar, Rafe wasn’t there, but his friends were. You attempted to turn away unnoticed, but luck wasn’t on your side. As you tried to make your escape, the sound of Topper’s voice calling your name out had you stopping in your tracks. You released a long breath and turned to face Rafe’s friends, a small and unconvincing smile tugging at your lips. “Do you guys, um, do you know where Rafe went?” Your voice was small as you spoke, avoiding meeting any of their eyes. 

“What’s that? Can’t hear you, sweetheart.” Came his voice again, his words were mocking but you tried not to take it into account. 

“I um, do you know where Rafe went?” You asked again, speaking up louder now, fiddling anxiously with the fabric of your skirt. 

“What are you, his keeper or something?” The words were cruel, a bitter tone lining them, and they hit you harshly as you swallowed. 

“I um-“ 

“You’re just so goddamn clingy,” he continued, his friends nodding along and chuckling at his words. “We barely even see him anymore since he got with you. You trying to pull him away from us all, huh? Recruit him into your freakish little cult or something?” 

“No, I-“ you tried to speak again, tears burning your eyes. But you were cut off once again, only this time by the feeling of Rafe’s warm hand on your back. 

“Hey, there y’are.” He spoke, softly to you, not looking much towards his friends. You didn’t say anything not wanting him to catch sight of your glassy eyes and be the cause of issues with his friends. “Y’want dessert?” He asked, knowing that you had a sweet tooth. So, when you shook your head, he was caught slightly off guard but nodded nonetheless and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. He began to lead you out of the club, waving over at his friends. You were completely silent on the drive back to yours and when he pulled up you got straight out of the car, not giving him time to open your door for you like he usually would. 

You heard him swear under his breath as he followed after you, “Hey, hey, what’s goin’ on with you?” He asked in exasperation when you didn’t acknowledge him, just curling into the plethora of cushions that took up your bed. He huffed and sat on the side of your bed, “ ‘s this cause ‘f what I said the other night?” You stayed quiet, your face buried in your pillows to hide your running tears. “If is’ cause ‘f that, ‘m not gonna take it back, okay? I meant it, an; y’don’t, y’don’t have t’say it back. ‘m not, I don’t expect that ‘f you, okay? So, if that, if that’s what’s wrong, ‘s fine, I don’t mind y’didn’t say it back.” 

“Am I too clingy?” you asked, voice muffled by pillows.

“What? Oh, baby, no. ‘f course not. Why would y’think that, huh?” His words were lined with concern.

What he said didn’t do anything to make you feel better though. “Am I with you too much? Do I take you away from your friends?”  You felt his hand on the back of your head, his fingers beginning to run through your hair.

“No, course not. What makes y’say that, huh angel?” His words were warm like honey as he tried to soothe you. 

“Just been thinking,” you said, your face still hidden in your frilly edged pillows. 

He sighed, “Yeah? Thinkin’ ‘bout what?” Once again you didn’t answer and instead just shrugged. Rafe licked his lips and tried again, “Did the guys say somethin’ t’you? ‘s that what happened?” You froze up a bit, your form becoming rigid. “ ‘m gonna talk t’them, alright?” 

That got you to sit up quickly, “No, don’t, don’t do that.” The questioning gleam in his eyes and the way he tilted his head was enough to make you continue, “Don’t want them to hate me more than they already do.” He wanted to tell you they didn’t hate you, but he couldn’t, you wouldn’t believe him, and he knew his friends disliked you, that they judged you. A lot of people did. He moved to sit with his back to the headboard and scooped you up in his arms, pulling you into his lap and holding you close to his chest. He hummed as you lay your head in the crook of his neck, your warm puffs of breath against the skin of his neck cooling his rising anger. 

“Look. What they think about you, or us, or any ‘f it. It means nothin’ t’me, okay? Nothin’.” You tried to interrupt him, but he kept speaking. “ ‘m with y’cause I wanna be. ‘m with you all the time cause I wanna be, cause I like bein’ around you. Y’everythin’ t’me, okay? Everythin’. Don’t give a fuck ‘bout any ‘f them, okay?”

You nodded, “Okay. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he repeated, so you nodded again in response.

“You know that I do, right?” You whispered shyly, not ready to say the words. 

“I know.” He nodded. 

You mimicked his actions, your hair tickling his neck as you did. “I just, I can’t um. Can’t, I just.”

“I know, ‘s okay. Jus’ can’t say it yet, an’ ‘s okay. Cause I know.” He assured, kissing the back of your head as he rubbed your back. “But I can say it, an’ ‘m gonna. I love you, angel. So, so much. Don’t care what anyone thinks, okay? I love you with everythin’ in me.”

a/n: requests are open

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Bad dreams

Crybaby! reader x Rafe Cameron

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The night was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan in Rafe’s bedroom. The moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting faint silver lines across the bed where you lay next to him. His arm was loosely draped over your waist, his deep, steady breaths evidence of just how tired he was.

Rafe had been working himself to the bone lately. Long hours at the office, late-night calls, and stress so palpable you could feel it radiating from him every time he walked through the door. You hated seeing him like that, and tonight, you were especially careful not to disturb him. He needed sleep.

But you couldn’t settle.

The dream had been vivid, cruel, and relentless, leaving you shaken and trembling. It wasn’t even clear in your mind anymore—just flashes of panic, confusion, and that heavy weight in your chest. Your eyes blinked open, your breathing erratic, and tears slipped silently down your cheeks.

You lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, willing yourself to calm down. But the room felt too dark, the shadows too menacing, and the lump in your throat only grew. A hiccup escaped before you could stifle it, and your hand shot up to cover your mouth.

Rafe stirred next to you, and your heart dropped.

You turned your face away from him, biting your lip to hold back another hiccup. You couldn’t wake him—not tonight. He had enough on his plate already, and the last thing you wanted was for him to get annoyed.

But your body betrayed you. The tremble in your shoulders gave way to a quiet sob, and no matter how much you tried to stay still, the bed shifted ever so slightly.

“Dolly?” His voice was groggy, rough from sleep, but instantly alert. His hand moved from your waist to your shoulder, his palm warm against your chilled skin. “What’s wrong?”

You froze, guilt washing over you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, though you couldn’t see it in the dark. He sat up slightly, leaning on his elbow to get a better look at you. “Why are you crying?”

You shook your head, trying to brush it off. “It’s nothing,” you lied, though the hiccup that followed gave you away. “I just… had a bad dream. But it’s fine. Go back to sleep.”

Rafe sighed, the sound soft and tired but not annoyed. “Dolly, stop.” He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. “You’re crying. It’s not nothing.”

His embrace was warm and solid, and the moment you were in it, the dam broke. The quiet tears turned into sobs as you buried your face in his chest, gripping his t-shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. “I-I didn’t want to wake you,” you choked out between sobs. “You’ve been so stressed, and I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

His hold on you tightened immediately, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Mad at you?” he repeated, his voice incredulous. “Baby, I’d never be mad at you for this. Never.”

“But you’re so tired,” you sniffled, still trembling.

“I don’t care how tired I am,” he said firmly, tipping your chin up so you’d look at him. Even in the dim light, his eyes were soft, filled with concern. “If you’re upset, you wake me up. No matter what. Got it?”

You nodded weakly, the tears still slipping down your cheeks.

“Good,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Now, what happened in the dream?”

“I don’t even remember,” you admitted, your voice small. “It just… felt so real. And I woke up feeling scared.”

“Hey,” he said softly, rubbing slow circles on your back. “It was just a dream, okay? You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

The way he said it, so calm and steady, made the tension in your chest ease just a little. You let out a shaky breath, leaning further into him as his fingers continued to stroke your hair.

“Do you want me to stay up with you for a bit?” he asked after a moment.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t want you to lose more sleep.”

“Dolly,” he said with a small chuckle, the sound low and comforting. “I’ll be fine. Just tell me what you need.”

“Just hold me,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Always,” he replied, pulling you even closer.

You drifted off again not long after, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft strokes of his hand against your back. And Rafe stayed awake a little longer, just to make sure you were okay, watching over you with a quiet devotion that he never hesitated to give

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Please send me some requests babies I appreciate you all so much for showing all the love and support thank you so so much

Love Chloe

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stuff ditzy!reader says to simon while they’re having sex

you’re all breathy and whiny under him, blinking up at him with lipgloss kissed half-off, and go:

"wait— does it like… count as cardio even if i’m like... just laying here bein' pretty?"

and simon groans against your neck, "christ pet, you're gonna kill me."

but he's smirking. because he loves that you’re soft. that you're sweet. that you trust him to be the big scary soldier man while you get to be pretty, cared for, and spoiled.

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hi lovie!! i was wondering if i could request a poly marauders band au x reader smut (preferably fem, but gn is also fine!!) where james, sirius, and remus are rockstars and they have a gf who is very girly with like the pinks and mini skirts and bows y’know. i literally have no plot, just cute gf and poly marauders band au smut LOL. sorry if this sucks, but i am CRAVING more poly marauders band au fics on here so bad. thank so much if u do write it!! xoxo

Thank you for requesting <3

cw: smut mdni, fingering, praise, some voyerism

rockstar!marauders x coquette!reader ♡ 894 words

There aren’t very many doors that lock backstage. So while a lot of the time dating rockstars means fancy restaurants and first class flights and giant, plush hotel beds, sometimes it means being finger-fucked in a bathroom stall for lack of better options. 

“Angel,” James laughs, nose smushed against your cheek, “you know I love your sounds, but you’re going to have to be quieter than that.” 

You stifle a moan that turns into a whine. You’re honestly not sure how much of the work of keeping you upright is being done by your legs at this point, and how much is being done by James’ fingers buried in your cunt. You’re tugging anxiously on the curls at his nape, your own neck arching as you’re razed from within. 

James always has an excess of energy before shows. Lately, he’s found a new favorite way of working it off. Last week he’d dragged Remus into a storage closet, then last night Sirius had emerged from the boys’ dressing room looking even more rock-and-roll than usual, and tonight James had plied you with kisses until the next thing you knew a stall door was being locked behind you and your panties were being pushed aside under your skirt. 

You suppress a moan as his thick fingers plunge deeper into your cunt, biting down on your bottom lip. Your fingers drive into his shoulders. 

James pushes your cardigan off your shoulder with his free hand, drawing the strap of your tank top down with it. “What do you need this for, hm?” 

“It’s always cold in here,” you manage. His hand finds your breast, squeezing the way he knows how. You push your forehead into his, and James smiles, giving you a conciliatory kiss. 

“Are you cold now?” 

You shake your head against his. He laughs, kissing you again. 

“Good.” You’re sure he’s the only thing keeping you up now, his hand under your skirt and your back propped against the wall. “Least I’m good for something, huh? I can keep my girl warm.” 

You have every intention of telling him he’s good for much more than that, as soon as you can find the words. You hear the bathroom door open before you get the chance. 

You go instantly quiet, covering your mouth with a hand and trying to steady your breathing, but James’ fingers keep moving in and out of you all the same. 

“James?” Remus calls. “You in here?” 

You sag with relief. 

“Yeah,” James says back. “S’it just you?” 

“Why?” Sirius’ voice rings with faux hurt. “Do you not want to see me?” 

“Just making sure.” James reaches over, unlocking your stall. 

“The stage manager’s got his knickers in a twist,” Sirius says as he opens the door. “He thinks you’ve run—oh. Hi, gorgeous.” 

You hide your face in James’ neck. You hear Remus chuckle as James rubs your back, half soothing you and half wrecking you as his fingers spread inside you. You make a stymied keening sound. 

“Do I need to go find him?” James asks. 

“No, probably not.” Sirius’ interest is palpable. You open your eyes to peek over James’ shoulder, and a wicked grin tilts his lips. “He seems like he’s just uptight. Having a good time, babydoll?” 

You imagine it’s a rhetorical question, but James’ fingers work another pleady whimper out of you anyway. Sirius’ eyes light, and Remus comes closer, kissing your bare shoulder. 

“Are you helping Jamie out, lovely girl?” 

“Think it’s the other way around,” you pant. James laughs. 

“No, make no mistake,” Sirius shoots you a wink, “this is one hundred percent selfish of him.” 

“‘nd I appreciate it.” James smears a kiss over your lips. “I would’ve liked to eat her out, but there wasn’t anywhere to put her down.” 

“I am not lying on the bathroom floor,” you say again, just in case he’s getting any ideas. It doesn’t sound very authoritative when your voice wobbles at the end of it, your orgasm looming. 

Remus coos, sensing your ascent. “You’ve got it,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder again. “You look so pretty all worked open like this. Doesn’t she look pretty, Sirius?” 

Sirius hums, giving you an appreciative up-down. “Yeah, you really ought to have known this would happen when you put on that skirt, sweet thing.” 

James grunts his agreement, and then you’re tipping over the edge. Remus helps keep you from slipping down to the bathroom floor as James brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. 

“There you are, good girl. That felt good, didn’t it, dove? Jamie?” 

“Fuck yeah,” James confirms. When your focus comes back to you, you can see the large, insistent bulge in his pants. 

“Here,” you mumble, reaching for his zipper. You start to drop to your knees, but Remus catches you, urging you back up. 

“I’ve got it, lovely,” he assures you. “So long as you don’t mind. That way Sirius can fix your hair before we have to go out.” 

You frown. “My hair?” You touch the back. It appears you’d lost track of things while you were being driven into the bathroom wall. Your bow is crumpled, your hair tangled around it. “Shit, how bad is it?” 

James offers you a half-sheepish grin. 

“It’s fine, baby.” Sirius takes you by the hand, leading you towards the mirror. “It’s rock and roll.”

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guess who just watched grease?

Frenchie is such a sweetheart 💗

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hey love, i had a thought for nerdy reader! maybe sarah sees that she had like a small tattoo or something? idk maybe something nerdy math related, doesn’t have to be! 💗

Sarah finding out nerdy reader has a tattoo . . .

CW : reader is subtly described to have hair long enough to cover behind her ears, fem reader, tattoo, abrupt ending again- (I'm sorry I don't know how to write endings 😭)

I think that's it xx

hai hai . . ! I love this idea so much- I hope I did this justice despite as usual it only being a short little thing <333

I will say I didn't go with a maths tattoo in the end (I hate maths with an extreme passion lmao) the image I used is a tattoo of a rune from shadowhunters (old hyperfixation of mine that has resurfaced) however you can interpret the tattoo as any film/show themed tattoo 🫶🏻 also don't think too hard about the logistics of not previously seeing the tattoo lol

Ever since the party a few nights ago Sarah had one mission. To find out where your tattoo was. You guys had been playing two truths and a lie and you had (reluctantly) admitted to having a tattoo, however you wouldn't tell her where. The most information you offered up was that it was linked to a TV show you enjoyed.

After about two weeks she was beginning to believe that you made it up. However she caught it by complete accident just before she planned to give up the idea.

You two had been cuddling and Sarah had tucked a few stray hair behind your ear, your hair being up in a half up half down style (which it rarely was) and she noticed a dark spot behind..

"holy shit-"

You simply give her a soft knowing smile.

"let me see it properly!!!" She exclaimed excitedly. You were happy to let her.

She was quick to move more of your hair out of the way to get a better look, her eyes widening a little as she took in the design of the tattoo. She traced her finger over the tattoo gently, her touch light and almost ticklish.

"happy now you've seen it?" You ask, your tone slightly cheeky.

She looked at you with a mischievous grin spreading across her face, "Not quite yet." She pulls out her phone, opening the camera app. "Turn your head to the side again, I want a picture."

"are you serious-?" You question with a giggle.

She interrupted you with a playful glare. "Shut up and turn your head." She snaps a picture of your tattoo before putting her phone away, a satisfied smile on her face. "Now I'm happy." She says, leaning in to kiss your cheek. You couldn't help but playfully roll your eyes at her proud grin.

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had a bath and washed my hair. I feel like a functioning person again 😚

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GUYS GUYS GUYS- will y'all hate me if I write Jace Wayland fanfiction . . ? 👀

old hyperfixation has resurfaced recently and unfortunately I now want to create readers and write and shit for for the shadowhunters fandom (especially Jace)

movie Jace is my roman empire 🙏🏻

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I have a request I'm working on, I realise when I made this blog I didn't mention that I take quite a lot of breaks to keep my mental health slightly okay-

anyways to the lovely person who sent in a Sarah and nerdy reader idea I've seen it, I will be writing it I just don't know when 🙏🏻🫶🏻

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Sarah Cameron & nerdy reader coded texts 👀

enjoy this as I write a request 🫶🏻

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Being Price’s lil wife

-Task force 141 knew Price was married. Man wore his ring religiously, always putting it back on the second they were in the helicopter/plane/whatever after each mission

-He’d come to work with a lunch packed with a cute lil heart note

-To be honest they all assumed you were the same age as Price (old) He always said he’d been “married for years” (3)

-They never knew your name, Price only ever referred to you as The Missus

-Gaz swore Price had a photo of you in his wallet (he did) but they never knew what you looked like untilllllllll

-You called your husband simply to complain. The AC had gone out and the repair man wouldn't be able to get there for a couple days. No no this simply would not do, his perfect lil lady could not be uncomfortable in her own home he wouldn’t have it but fuck he’s out of the country for a few more days. His team however is not and while stupid, they do know how to do maintenance work (why? Just because.)

-He called his team for a very important mission. Gave them the address, accompanied with “I don’t want to hear a fucking thing about you causing any trouble or being disrespectful to the Missus you hear?” The boys were absolutely giddy to finally see the ever so important Missus.

-The second you opened the door Soap was apologizing for having the wrong house and oh so politely asked if you knew where the Price household was. This had to be the wrong one because there you stood, pretty young thing, big doe eyes. Standing in just a big shirt ending at the very tops of your thighs, lashes batting at the three soldiers standing at your door.

-“You’ve got the right place. John told me you were coming, please come in.” You had to hold in a giggle, watching all of their eyes go wide. Gaz immediately looking at the sky, the floor, anywhere but the wife of his captain that he was just undressing with his eyes.

-When you turned to guide them into the house they all saw PRICE printed on the back of the large tshirt just barely covering your ass (this is your own home pants are never required and its hot as hell without the ac). Now it was Ghost’s turn to look anywhere but at you.

-As they worked you’d bring them water or snacks. They now understood why Price kept you hidden from them. The perfect lil housewife. The woman of all of their dreams already taken.

-When they were finished they went to the kitchen to inform you they were done only to find a full meal set on the table waiting for them but worst of all? There you were reaching up to the top cabinet. On your tippy toes, your shirt (Price’s shirt) riding up enough to expose the bottom of your ass and lacey pink panties. Soap had to bite his knuckle to keep from groaning. Ghost grabbing the tops of his teammates heads, turning them away from the incredible sight in front of them.

-Price was right to keep you hidden from them

-They might just have to sneak in and break something every time Price was out of town if it meant this is what they got to see.

Price's lil wife Masterlist

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watching the mortal instruments: city of bones at 12yrs old permanently altered my brain chemistry so now i’m only attracted to weird, skinny guys who look like they’re either about to die of anemia or have been doing meth since birth

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a/n: i remember seeing someone say once that rafe is the only character we’ve seen canonically shower and i think about it a lot

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heyy!! so I was wondering if you could do a like a oneshot of being enemies with jace and him teasing you about liking him and then it ending with him eating the reader out?? IM SO SORRY ITS VERY SPECIFIC LMFOOAOAOAOOA 💀💀

hi love!! ahh i had so much fun writing this!! i was tired when i wrote this so i got a bit carried away at the end and kinda turned this into an enemies to lovers... but i hope you like it!!

Heavenly Fire- Jace x Fem!Reader (he has too many last names.)

summary: in the request!

warnings: NSFW!! smut! porn with minimal plot... oral (f recieving)(jace is the king of giving head), fingering, first time(?), but no actual sex </3

notes: i couldn't think of a title for this :( fun fact: my shower isn't working right now that is what inspired me to write this! also i feel like i nailed jace's personality in this one, i always find it hard when i'm writing for jace because of his personality but this one...

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“God! Do you ever shut up?!” You turned around to Jace, who was following you towards the kitchen as Isabelle had just made lunch. 

“Now, I know I’ve been called heavenly, but a God? I’ve not heard that before.” He teased, earning an evil stare from you. 

“What are you talking about?” Isabelle asked, placing some bowls on the table of what appeared to be soup? 

“Jace is being a-“

“Y/n confessed her everlasting love to me, we’re getting married next week, I better go and inform Alec and Magnus-“ 

“Oh shut up, Jace! You know I don’t like you!” You gave Jace a shove before you sat down at the table. He snickered as he sat down opposite you, clearly happy with your reaction. 

“Keep telling yourself that, love.” He said under his breath before Isabelle joined the two of you at the table. 

There was no denying Jace was attractive, it was almost annoying how he always looked perfect. His perfect blonde hair and his perfect eyes and his perfect smirk and his perfect body- But that wasn’t why you hated him. You hated him because he was such an asshole all the time. He knew he was good looking, and he was overly confident- or so it seemed to you. He never had an issue when it came to one night stands, but you noticed he could never hold down a relationship. You would never see him with the same girl more than once, sometimes twice on the odd occasion. Even you had longer relationships than that (although Isabelle would say being together for 5 days didn’t count as a relationship.)

After finishing the soup Izzy had made, you gave Jace one last glance before standing up and placing your bowl by the sink. 

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After a long day of training, it was no surprise that you were sweaty and needed a shower. So, naturally, you headed to your bathroom, locked the door and began to undress. But there was a problem. 

Your shower wasn’t working.

You sighed and stepped back out, taking your robe which was hanging up by the door and slipping it on, tying it up, and unlocking the bathroom door again. 

You hoped that Isabelle would let you use her bathroom, as the spare bathrooms were tiny and quite frankly disgusting. But as you got closer to her room, you could hear music being played, and as you put your ear to the door you heard not only Isabelle’s voice but also Simon’s. You quickly dismissed this idea. 

But that meant you only had one more option. Jace. 

Alec was most probably at Magnus’ apartment, so you could use his shower- but you wouldn’t want to do so without asking him first. So you had no other choice. 

You felt a strange buzz of anxiety in your belly as you knocked on Jace’s door, all you wanted to do was have a shower, there’s nothing to be anxious about!

As he opened the door, you were met with a shirtless Jace, his hair damp and slightly wavy, his-

“Come to discuss our wedding, love?” He teased you, eyeing you up and down, trying to figure out if you were actually wearing anything beneath your robe. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and shook your head. 

“Jace, look, my shower isn’t working and Izzy has Simon over. I didn’t want to have to bother you but-”

“You want to take a shower with me? Without taking me to dinner first? Wow-”

“No, no! I meant, I- You-” You suddenly became quite flustered, unable to think of anything other than the sight of him in the shower, hair dripping, the way the water would fall on his body- Stop! You were sure you were blushing now, and as you looked back up at him, he confirmed it with a devilish smirk. 

“What’s got you so pink in the face, sweetheart? I thought you hated me?” He taunted you, and you couldn’t take it any more. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming almost painful as you wrapped your arms around his neck and captured his lips with yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t help but think about what this would do to his ego. He was going to become unbearable to live with, but in the moment you couldn’t help yourself. He was so fucking hot, you could never truly hate him. 

You pushed him backwards a little, so you were both in his room with the door shut. If Isabelle saw the two of you right now, she would never shut up about it, telling you I told you so. You always denied your feelings towards Jace, hiding them with hatred, and he always expressed his feelings through teasing you, causing you to ‘hate’ him even more. 

Quickly, you pull away from Jace before he had the chance to rest his hands on your waist. 

“Oh, fuck!” You hid your face with your hands, turning away from Jace. You were such an idiot. 

“What is it? Did I do something wrong, I-” Jace genuinely seemed confused, and quite panicked by your sudden change in attitude. 

“No. Well, actually, yes you have. You’re such an asshole, Jace. But I can’t help every time I see your perfect fucking face, or your… What I’m trying to say is this was a mistake. I-” You were shut up by lips crashing into yours once more, this time more passionate than the last. His hand cupped your face as the other held your waist, leading the two of you closer and closer towards the bed. He must have seen the way your eyes were so lust-blown only a few moments ago, as his hand creeped towards the place where your robe was tied, and within seconds it had fallen to the floor. 

You would have felt nervous, even anxious about your body being on display like this, especially in front of Jace as he pulled away from the kiss, but as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, your worries disappeared. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand gently placed on your shoulder. He slid it down your body, touching you for the first time. He gently caressed your breasts, massaging the soft flesh as small whimpers left your lips and your eyes fell shut. He took a moment to toy with your nipples, and that was when you let out an almost pornographic moan. At that, he dropped to his knees, his hand sliding down your torso until it rested just above your cunt. 

He placed kisses along your thighs before looking up at you, as if asking for permission. You eagerly nodded your head, you desperately needed him to touch you. 

He moved slightly and took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder to put your slick pussy on full display for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, before leaning in and swiping his tongue along your clit. The action was so sudden that your knees buckled beneath you, so he moved once more and pushed you down onto the bed. As your back fell onto the mattress, he pulled you closer to him so your knees were hanging off his bed. Then, he resumed his attack on your clit. 

“Oh fuck! Jace!” You groaned, slapping one hand over your mouth and tangling the other in his hair as he ate you out. 

He sucked you clit between his lips, earning a string of moans to fall from your lips, and that’s when he decided to trace his finger over your hole, before replacing it with his thumb. He eased the tip of his thumb in before pulling it out again, watching as your hole pulsed, begging for more. 

Without any warning, he slipped his middle finger into you and curled it upwards in a ‘come here’ motion as he continued sucking, lipping and nipping at your clit. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around the man between your thighs, pulling him impossibly closer to you. 

“Shh, it’s okay, angel. Think you can take another one?” He teased, bringing a second finger to your entrance. 

Jace had assumed you were a virgin, and he was right. However, he knew you had touched yourself before. Occasionally, you would think you were home alone and your hand would travel between your thighs, small moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as Jace passed by your room. It took all his strength to simply walk past, especially when you would moan his name.

He slipped the second finger in, and you felt that familiar feeling in your belly. However, this time it felt ten times stronger. You were worried that you would actually explode when you reached your high. 

“I know you’ve been wanting this, angel. Coming undone on my fingers, my tongue. Pretending you hate me, but I could see straight through you. I knew all along you were just a little slut, isn’t that right? I knew just how jealous you would get whenever a girl would come home with me, just how angry it would make you. But it’s okay, they never meant anything,” his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he spoke, and his words went straight to your core, “I knew all along you wanted to be my girl. Cum for me and I’ll make your wish come true, cum on my fingers, darling, I know you’re close. 

Just as your orgasm washed over you and your thighs began to tremble, Jace leaned down and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, followed by strings of profanities as his fingers continued to pump inside you, working through your high. You had never felt so… wonderful. You were gasping for air but Jace’s lips were still on yours, you could even taste yourself on his tongue. 

You wrapped both of your arms around him and held him close, hoping he would lie by your side when you finally came back to reality. However, he escaped from your arms and went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft, damp cloth to clean you up with. 

“Stay still for me, darling.” He chuckled as he spread your legs to clean up your messy cunt, but your thighs kept pressing together. However, he managed to clean you up and threw the cloth to the corner of the room, to a pile of clothes that needed washing. 

He helped you up the bed, so your head was against the pillows, and lied beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm embrace as your head rested on his chest. 

He stroked your bare back, causing you to shiver slightly as it tickled, which seemed to amuse Jace. 

“So what does this mean?” You asked, moving your head to look up at Jace who was sitting against the headboard, one arm behind his head. 

“What does what mean?” 

“Everything you said, about being yours?”

Jace took a moment to think, and you were filled with a sudden panic that he didn’t mean what he said, that it just felt right in the moment. 

“You can use my shower, sweetheart. When you’re finished, get changed into something nice, or not- but I don’t think you’d want to wear leggings and a hoodie on your first date.” He said, a smirk creeping up on his lips. 

“Are you, the Jace Herondale- who never dates- asking me out on a date?” 

“No, I’m not asking you,” he chuckled, playing with your hair, “darling, I’m telling you.”