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quotes from @creativepromptsforwriting

"Why would you do that, that is stupid!" "And stupid would be very on brand for me. Have you never met me before?"

this too is jj coded. neeeed someone to write this with jj (preferably x reader but honestly just jj in general)

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my current wips! starting from mostly finished to just started writing:

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this is so bsf!jj coded 😭

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Lowkey... yall should check out my AO3

I write a lot a lot a lot of stuff, I write for Outer Banks, Harry Potter, Wednesday/Wenclair, TASM, etc.

Lots of smut lots of angst, a little bit of fluff.

You all are sleeping on her, she deserves to be seen T-T

Go read my AO3 @StarkeyCore

PS, the people as well as the genres I write will be in tags

Show her a little love please...

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

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little things military!rafe does

- whenever his smoking, he doesn’t let you near him. he never smokes in the house and makes sure windows and doors are shut while his outside so it doesn’t get in.

- he puts his dog tags on you when he gets back from deployment and you wear them while he’s home.

-he keep a picture of you in his hat and always he shows his friends when he has a new one of you.

- he takes you hunting with him sometimes. he loves when you sit on his lap as you wait and how you whisper about random things after he tells you to stop being so loud. then when you get upset and bury your face in his chest when he actually shoots the deer as if you haven’t seen him do it many times before.

- if girls try to hit on him at the bar, he’s immediately plotting his escape.

“oh my wife is calling me” he picks up his phone and walks outside.

you weren’t calling him, he just wanted a quick exit.

- when he compliments you, he always picks out something specific. not just “you look pretty” it’s something like “i like the way you did your hair, i can see those pretty eyes better now.”

- he always comes back home with a present. it’s either food, a little trinket that reminded him of you or sometimes he comes back with a tattoo dedicated to you.

- he sends you written letters while he’s away. he knows he can just message you— but sending letters seems a lot more romantic to him. he loves when you send one back and put a little kiss print on it, he literally shows everyone in his bunk.

- he always sends you songs that remind him of you when he’s away. it’s his way of letting you know he’s think of you.

- dividers by @uzmacchiato and @dollywons

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careful ⚠︎MDNI 18+⚠︎

john b routledge x anemic!fem! reader (smut)

john b can't help but be cautious when anemic!fem!reader is on top

note: you can find my masterlist here

note: this is my first time writing full-on smut ngl... but I absolutely had to write it after @starkeycore commented on my hc's about john b with an anemic reader. please feel free to comment! and as always, criticism, feedback, asks, requests, and anything else are always welcome <33

It had been unbearably hot in Kildare County all day. Your phone said it was 88° Fahrenheit, but it felt like it was well over 100. Despite the fact that you'd taken your iron as soon as you woke up, the heat was making you feel so tired. Not tired enough to sleep, just tired enough to not want to do anything. John B had decided to stay home with you, letting JJ, Kiara, and Pope take the Twinkie to the beach so they could surf.

When everyone had first left, leaving you and John B completely alone in the Chateau, things had been calm. You'd stayed in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. The blanket on John B's bed was rumpled up at your knees, your thighs bare to the cool air. It was too hot to wear anything besides a tank top and the pair of panties you had put on after showering last night. Of course, that calmness didn't last very long. After spending some time brushing out his hair (and shaving) in the bathroom, John B returned, curling up right behind you. One of his hands pushed its way underneath you, curling around your waist. The other found the front of your thigh, tracing little circles into the skin there.

"Been awhile since we've had the place to ourselves." His voice was low and soft, breath hitting your ear. He shifted, lips pressing against the back of your neck, pressing kisses to it. You could feel his hand slowly drifting up your thigh, closer and closer to your panties. A soft sigh left your lips and you turned your head so that you could look at him.

"I know, but it's hot." You mumbled softly. He just hummed, hand drifting up to the hem of your shirt, over your stomach, before settling on one of the loose straps. For a moment, he just toyed with it, before sliding it off of your shoulder.

"Then you should take this off, baby." He spoke lowly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His nose brushed against your neck for a moment, drawing a quiet giggle from your lips.

He smiled against your skin before turning you around in his arms. His lips met yours in a short, sweet kiss before he was pulling your tank top off and tossing it to the other side of the room. Then his mouth was on yours again, kissing you softly, slowly. His hands found your tits, palming them reverently. Your hands made their way into his hair, tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. You tugged gently, drawing a quiet groan from him. One of his hands drifted down, skimming over your waist, before settling on the curve of your ass, fingers slipping underneath the fabric of your panties to touch your skin. He kissed you like he couldn't imagine being anywhere else, lips moving down your jawline to mouth at your neck.

"JB-" You yelp out as he nips at the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. He just hums into your skin, licking and kissing the red mark he left.

"What? You taste good, pretty girl." He said lowly, continuing to press kisses along your neck and shoulders, and you could feel the smile on his lips.

You laugh, soft and a little breathless, and push at his shoulders gently until he's laying on his back. He grunted softly as you climbed onto him, legs settling on either side of his hips, his hands making their way to your chest again. His hazel eyes are dark, pupils wide as he stares up at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky. He cursed under his breath, a soft sigh leaving his lips, swallowing hard as his thumbs brush over your nipples.

"Baby, you sure? I mean, I love seeing you on me like this, but what if you get too hot?" He spoke in a whisper, concern mixing with the desire in his voice.

"It's fine, JB. I wanna." You replied sweetly, leaning down to press your lips against his. That's all it takes for him to agree, even if he doesn't voice it.

He practically melts under you, hands leaving your tits to roam over your torso and thighs as if he were trying to worship you, memorize the exact way you felt. When your hands found the waistband of his board shorts, he lifted his hips without hesitation and let you push the fabric down to his knees. Not surprisingly, he hadn't been wearing anything underneath. You'd learned awhile ago that the only time he actually wore boxers was if he had to wear jeans. His hands ended up on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he helped guide you down on to him.

He made sure you went slow, letting inch after inch disappear inside of you until your hips were flush with his. A shuddering breath left him, his head falling back against the pillows and his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. You always felt so full when he was inside you like this, his cock long and so, so thick. It always stretched you a little bit no matter how often you fucked. Your hands dug into his shoulders as you straightened up, fully sitting on him, the tip of his cock nestled against your cervix. Slowly, you started to move, lifting yourself as much as you could before easing back down.

"Fuck, baby." He groaned, eyes only opening halfway as he looked up at you. Watching you, the way your tits looked in his hands, the way his length slowly disappeared inside of you, was almost enough to have him falling apart right there. He whimpered, quiet, but you heard it. He whimpered.

"Feel so full." You breathed out, and just the sound of your voice had him gripping your tits a little harder, thumbs toying with your nipples.

"I know, baby. Y' doing so good, though."

Slowly, you picked up the pace. Little by little, your movements became faster, your breathing got harder, until the only sound in the room was the soft slap of skin against skin and the little moans you couldn't hold in. John B's hands drifted down, skimming over your stomach, before he was groping at your thighs. His chest was practically heaving, brown curls sticking to his forehead. His eyes kept drifting between your tits and the little white ring he could see forming at the base of his cock.

A light sheen of sweat had started to form on your body, making your skin seem like it was glowing in the sunlight that was coming in through the window. Your whole body was warm to the touch, cheeks getting a little red. To John B, you looked like an absolute goddess. He was honestly struggling not to cum on the spot just from the sight of you. The way your slick walls clenched around his thick length was just an added bonus, really.

"Pretty girl-fuck... You okay? You're gettin'... getting a little red." John B asked sweetly, gaze stuck on the spot where your bodies met. He swallowed hard before forcing himself to look up at your face, at your flushed skin and furrowed brows.

"You're not too hot, are you? I can-... shit- I can get on top if you-" His words cut off with a moan as you clenched just right around him. The feeling nearly had him choking on air and he had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to regain his composure.

"'m fine, Jombee. You just-ngh- feel so good." You got out between heavy pants and soft moans.

Despite your reassurance, John B found his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers digging in slightly as he started to guide your movements. The slight burn that you'd started feeling in your thighs started to dissipate as he lifted you and brought you down over and over again. Every few moments, his own hips would lift off of the mattress to meet yours, pushing him impossibly deeper. Your hands ended up on his chest, nails gently scratching at his tan skin, leaving behind little red marks. "Jombee, I- fuck, I can't... 'm close." Your words came out half-whimpered and half-moaned, voice sweet and needy in the way he loved.

"That's it, pretty girl. Go ahead, I got you, I got... fuck." He encouraged you softly, grunting quietly as he started to continuously thrust up into you. His hands were still on your hips, still pulling you down to meet his movements. He could feel himself throbbing inside of you, could feel his balls starting to draw up.

"J-Jombee-" That was all you could get out before you were falling apart, nails digging into the skin just below his collarbone. Your lips parted in a silent moan, whole body going tense for a moment. He kept moving you, kept pushing his hips up to meet yours. He watched as a thick white ring formed at the base of his cock, your release slowly oozing out around his pistoning cock.

"Shit, baby. 'm cumming, too. Take it for me, pretty." He groaned out, hips stuttering slightly. His cock pulsed hard inside you before rope after rope of his cum shot into you.

Even then, he didn't stop. He kept moving you up and down on top of him until you went boneless, head falling to rest at the crook of his neck, hands loosely gripping his big biceps. He slowed the movements until they reached a stop, your hips pressed flush against his, his cock still nestled deep inside of you, a mixture of your releases leaking out around his girth. One of his big hands found the side of your face, cupping it gently and lifting your head until he could meet your eyes.

'You're red, baby. You sure you're okay? Want me to get you some water?" He asked sweetly, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and jawline. All you could muster in response was a nod and a soft hum. Your whole body was sweaty and hot, and you felt so exhausted. He hummed quietly and eased you off of him until you were laying next to him on the bed. For a moment, he just admired the sight of you, chest still heaving, skin flushed and slick, his cum oozing out of your cunt. He forced himself to get up, though, to go into the kitchen and find a glass. He returned to the bedroom a minute later, helping you to sit up, letting you lean against his chest, handing you the water and murmuring a sweet "here, pretty girl, drink up."

tags: @bbyg4rl @moonywhisp3rs @chalahyung01 @abigailovesz

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James: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it..

Sirius: Just rip the bandage off.

James: It’s regulus.

Sirius: Put the bandage back on.

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dinner time - harry potter

summary: you join harry in bed for cuddles, and whilst the boy is ready to sleep, you let him know it's barely dinner time.

When dusk rolls by and the last hues of the orange sky disappear, a silent night settles upon the castle, extinguishing any bustling activity of the swarming students. People retreat into their common rooms or gather around the courtyard, quiet discussions stirring the peace finally brought to Hogwarts.

You don’t entertain the idea of joining your friends for their late-night activities, tip toeing across dark hallways that could blind you from even the brightest light. Instead, you stroll along the carpeted floor of the Gryffindor common room, the lustful red of its patriotic decor drowning out the shine of the jewellery displayed around your neck, curling around your ears.

The cold metal of a doorknob dichotomises the warmth radiating from your skin, chills on your arm standing in protest at the sudden opposition. Luckily, your touch soon slips from the handle, and returns to the safety of your jumper, sleeves too long for your smaller figure. Dark silk curtains obstruct your vision from the final location you aim to reach, fingers itching to reach out and pull them aside before you have even met them.

They’re calling to you. Or rather, the person who you know lays behind them does, a siren’s song alluring you towards them to grasp you in their arms and bring you to your demise: sleep. Slipping between the curtains, you inhale deeply, the quiet song of your boyfriend’s steady breath welcoming you into the dangerous comfort of his bed.

He is asleep, pillow damp as his wet hair seeps through the thin fabric of its soft case. Carefully, you drape yourself onto the mattress next to him, staring at the ceiling of the dark dorm, imitating the night’s constellated sky. Beside you, Harry’s body moves, chasing the warmth you radiate, body shifting to snuggle his head into the fold of your neck, arms enveloping your body. A breath hitches in your throat as droplets of water tickle your neck, Harry’s essence filling your nostrils with a familiar scent.

A low groan awakens you from your thoughts, eyes flickering towards Harry, whose eyes are fluttering open. In his withering consciousness, his arms tighten around your body, battling with the mattress so a hand can slip under your back, curling to rest on your hip. A pull towards him brings your body closer to his, a smile forming on Harry’s face that has the room brightening despite the opaque darkness flooding it.

When he speaks, his voice is deep with sleepiness, though his words are loving. “Hey lovey.” You blink slowly, lips tugging upwards as you laugh quietly, the fondness in your voice unmistakable. “That’s a new one.” You whisper, shifting to your side to brush Harry’s hair away from his face. Luckily for him, the blissful absence of light in the dorm hides his shyness away, defined by a bloom of pink across his cheek.

Harry hadn’t meant to call you lovey, but an abundance of memories from his childhood formed by his parents’s interactions had let it slip up in his sleepy state. He has taken to his taken to his father’s liking of the pet name. Hopefully, you’d like being called it, just as his mother did.

“Sorry.” He apologises, a sheepish smile on his face. Leaning in until your lips swept against his cheek, you murmur “Don’t be. I like it.” before pressing a loving kiss to his skin. “Is it time for bed?” Harry asks, digging his face into the pillow in a poor attempt to hide the happy humiliation from his face, a giddy smile adorning his lips.

“No, but it is dinner time soon.”

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one of the girls

this is my masterlist for all things based on the trope 'best friend!rafe x reader'! <3 this isn't a series, but a universe for which I'll be writing multiple little stuff for!

redbone

the color violet

dreams, fairytales, fantasies

babydoll

sexy to someone

fantasy

close enough to feel you

lovers rock

you kiss your best friend for the first time.

last updated: july 02, 2024 || main masterlist

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his face is buried between your thighs, no warning, no words, just his mouth on you, hot and relentless, like he’s been starving for days.

rafe’s tongue drags slow and deep through your folds, slick and messy, his lips closing around your clit with a greedy pull that makes your hips buck up into him. you’re sprawled on the bed, legs spread wide, one hand gripping the sheets so tight your knuckles ache, the other tangled in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan against you.

the sound vibrates through your core, and you swear it’s enough to unravel you right there. “fuck, baby, y’taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles into your pussy, voice rough, words slurring like he’s drunk on you.

his tongue flicks out, teasing your entrance, dipping in just enough to make you clench around nothing, desperate for more.

he’s sloppy, unapologetic, spit and your wetness mixing until it’s dripping down your thighs, pooling on the sheets. his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down like you’re his last meal, even as you squirm, overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth.

he’s not gentle—rafe doesn’t do gentle when he’s like this, when he’s been gone too long and all he can think about is tasting you, owning you with his tongue.

you’re gasping, a string of broken moans spilling out, your head thrown back as he sucks hard on your clit, lips pulling it into his mouth, tongue swirling in a way that makes your vision blur. “rafe—oh god, right there, don’t stop,” you whimper, voice shaky, barely coherent.

your thighs tremble, trying to close around his head, but he growls low in his throat, forcing them back open with a rough push of his hands. his grip is bruising, possessive, and you love it—love the way he’s so fucking obsessed with you, like he can’t breathe without his mouth on your pussy.

“ain’t stoppin’ f’you, not till ya fuckin’ scream f’me,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to let his words hit you, his lips brushing against your swollen clit as he speaks.

his stubble scrapes your inner thighs, rough and burning, and it only adds to the mess of sensation—his tongue diving back in, licking broad and filthy, like he’s trying to devour every inch of you.

he’s relentless, pushing his face deeper, nose nudging your clit while his tongue fucks into you, curling in a way that has you seeing stars. your whole body’s shaking now, thighs quivering, stomach tight as you grind against his face, chasing the heat building low in your core.

“rafe, m’gonna—fuck, m’gonna come,” you gasp out, voice breaking, fingers yanking at his hair as you try to hold on. he doesn’t let up, doesn’t give you a second to breathe, just doubles down, sucking and licking faster, harder, until you’re unraveling completely.

your hips jerk, a loud, desperate moan ripping from your throat as the orgasm crashes through you, hot and overwhelming, your pussy pulsing against his mouth. he doesn’t stop, not even when you’re oversensitive, whimpering and squirming, trying to pull away.

his hands lock you in place, tongue still working you through the aftershocks, lapping up every bit of your release like he’s addicted. “one more, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked, lips grazing your soaked folds. “gimme one more, c’mon, know y’can take it f’me.”

you’re a mess, panting, barely able to form words, but the way he’s looking up at you, eyes dark and hungry, makes you want to give him everything.

he’s obsessed, fucking addicted to your pussy, to the way you taste, the way you feel, like he could live between your legs forever and still want more. “rafe, s’too much,” you whine, but your hips are already rolling against his mouth again, betraying you.

“nah, baby, this is just the beginnin’,” he says, voice thick with that cocky edge, lips smirking against your skin before he dives back in, tongue relentless. “i was gone for a fuckin’ week, y’think i’m stoppin’ now?”

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Ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ Ｆｉｎｉｓｈｅｄ！

After about fourteen long hours, I’ve finally finished transferring all of my fics to my Tumblr—so now I can peacefully say goodbye to this account. Thank you so much to my moots and followers for interacting with my content; I truly appreciate it. And now, I shall bid you all adieu.

My new account is @starkeycore93, and I’d be so grateful if you could check it out! I put a lot of love and effort into it, and having your support would honestly mean a lot to me :D

Tagging some lovely mutuals and supporters: @kqmbr1a @athvmy @droppedyourhnd @matcha-muses @s1ck-skv1l @hkl0ver @chefthefish101 @annesblogsstuff @rafesyayo @rafeyswifey @ayatotiddies @starkeyvhs @rowdydevs @ssiohniz @noirrose444 @ava-ok-3164 @folklorefy @luvforsmut @blu-e-marine @numberonefunstranger @tracymbcm @lisafrers @suyqa @alenanott @itsravenscorner @ellasosweet @al-1-na @jsarashian @mommydianasstuff @sweeethrt

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!!!NEW ACCOUNT!!!

Hey everyone! I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed, but I don’t post much on this account. While this is my main, I mostly use it for reading and sharing things rather than showcasing my own creations. I’ve mentioned in my bio that most of my work is on AO3, and recently, I decided to move my content from there to here. However, I felt like this account wouldn’t do my work justice, so I’ve created a new one! For anyone who's enjoyed my past pieces here, I’d love for you to check out @starkeycore93! Your support would mean the world to me. <3

Tagging my moots cuz I NEED people to see this, sorry T-T

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