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LOOORRRDDD

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sleepy | jh86

✦ word count - 709

✦ summary - in which jack is a horndog, even when asleep.

✦ warnings - smut

✦ ava’s notes - first time posting my writing! i’m super nervous but super excited! i have other fics in the works but i’ve decided to post this first :) … i hope you guys enjoy!

MOST PEOPLE DREAM when sleeping.

Some even have nightmares. 

Jack? No…no…he fucks in his sleep. 

Ever since you moved in together into a new apartment, and shared the same bed every night, like clockwork, Jack would start to stir and press his semi-hard length into your sleeping body. 

You, of course, wake up because you’re used to it by now. And usually you wouldn’t mind, but he had invited you to join him and his family to spend the summer at the lake house. 

Who were you to say no?

You and his brothers were simply separated by thin walls that didn’t keep in any sounds. One day, you had heard Quinn and Luke arguing in Quinn’s bedroom, and you could make out every word that was said. 

But Jack? He wasn’t affected by the change in circumstances. No, he, yet again, subconsciously pulled you into his warm embrace and rutted his dick into your ass. 

His hot breath was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you from behind. Hands started to wander underneath your shirt - his shirt - until he felt the swell of your breasts. 

You could feel his cock slightly twitch from under his shorts. His hand eventually made its way lower…and lower until he reached the hem of your panties. 

Ditching your underwear, at least for sleeping, sounded like a great idea from now on. From how often he does this, they’re just an obstacle. 

You bit down on your lip and he shoved your panties to the side and started to rub on your clit. Without warning, Jack slipped a finger into your wet cunt and you lightly gasped. He smirked, and you could somehow feel it. 

You weren’t even sure if he was still asleep or awake at this point. His finger curled and he added another finger. It felt too good to stop, but you knew that if he continued, you’d end up caught and the relentless teasing would ensue. 

As one hand fondled your breasts, the other one was occupied with your pussy. 

“Shhhh,” he whispered. He had to have been awake by now. You tried to wiggle away, but with how strong he was, you only managed to somehow get his fingers even deeper. 

Jack rutted his hips against your ass yet again, and you could feel him thrusting into you. “Fuck,” he lowly whispered. 

“Jack,” you whispered out, but he ignored you. Repeating his name again, which seemed to turn him on even more, had him trying to get his boxers off. Once they were on the floor, Jack gently pulled his fingers out of you, and used your arousal as lube. 

You gasped when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. As he stretched you out, you whimpered and covered your slack mouth with your hand. He just felt so good. 

“Shh baby, this house has thin walls. You gotta be quiet,” he purred out. His lips were sloppily kissing your neck and cheek while lazily thrusting into you. 

He kept hitting the right spot every time. You knew he was awake. 

“You need to keep quiet,” he moaned. His fingers left your breasts and dropped down to circle your tight bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Jack. Feels so good,” you mewled out, blubbering about how he felt so good and don’t stop. 

He could feel your climax approaching rapidly, and his thrusts suddenly started to get more of a reaction out of you. 

You bowed your head down and started to let out a moan, but Jack covered your mouth with his extra hand and muffled your noises. 

“You wanna come?” Nod. “Come with me, baby. Come on my cock like the good girl you are.” And with that, you clenched around his cock. He followed shortly after, emptying himself before slowly pulling out. 

You turned to face him, and his eyes were droopy with a lazy, fucked out smile on his lips. Pecking his lips, you embraced him and he wrapped his arms around your back, nestling his head into your neck. 

Your eyes caught the time. 2:48. Rolling your eyes, you smiled softly and went back to sleep. 

(No one caught you two, you naughty little horndogs.)

so excited for this!!

blue eyes + bruises - m.list

↳PAIRING: doctor!rafe cameron x fem!!reader

↳SUMMARY: a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

↳ WARNINGS: mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @illicitfixations. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

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The first fall of snow - R.C

Rafe Cameron x female!reader

A/n: bf!rafe

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.2k

December, 

She tapped on his window, her white gloves making the sound a little muffled but the frosted glass still making enough noise to hopefully wake Rafe up. She knocked a little harder until a light flicked on. She scrunched her nose up, feeling the frosty air biting her face for the first time that year. It had finally snowed and her boyfriend was missing it.

When he came to the window he had pillow lines imprinted on his cheeks, and his hair was so messy from sleep that it actually looked a little fluffy for once. She adored when he was half asleep like this, when she slept over and got to see him just like he was now, he just looked so much softer.

Rafe lifted the window, letting the cosy warmth from his heated bedroom hit her for a moment before she went right back to not being able to feel her fingers again. The cold air was practically sneaking in his room but she hoped he wouldn;t mind too much about that.

“What are you doing?” He tilted his head to the side so he could see her better, trying to fight the tried smile that was threatening his lips. He wanted to still have the right to be annoyed at being woken up in the middle of the night without his face betraying him and letting her know that he didn’t mind that much. 

“It's snowing.” She smiled brightly, her lips softly curving up and her eyes shining with a hint of innocence most people had lost by her age. It was that smile that always twisted his arm, that made him do things he wouldn’t have imagined himself ever doing, that made him weak and pathetic but yet unable to stop from smiling himself. 

It also made it impossible for him to be mad at her, to shut the window and go back to bed, to tell her, like he would if it was anyone else, just how annoying this was. It made him turn back and reach for his shoes, which he supposed he should’ve done the second he realised it was her at the window, because he knew exactly what she was going to say next. 

“Come on!” She hurried him, too excited to wait much longer and a little worried that all the snow would disappear by the time Rafe was ready. 

If it had suddenly stopped and melted away in the time it was taking him to put his shoes on she would’ve felt awful for not waking him sooner for not getting here fast enough and for letting him talk her out of the fact that had not forecasted snow and that whatever feeling she had about the chill in the air was wrong. Which of course it wasn’t.

She hadn't thought much about convincing him to come outside with her, she kind of just knew somehow that he'd go along with whatever she was doing anyway. All she had to use against him if he had said no to her perfect snowy night was some doe-eyes and a pretty little pout. 

He warned her not to rush along his very icy steps, every year the front doorstep became some kind of ice rink and every single year she slipped. And of course she wasn’t listening to him saying something about it being frozen over because she very clearly slipped and almost fell. 

She would have slipped if Rafe hadn’t been there to catch her arm and keep her standing up right, like every year before and probably every winter to come, with the most I told you so smirk on his lips possible. 

“You gotta be more careful.” He shook his head at her, still managing to look cute to her even when he was being all condescending because he was right. It was hard to take him seriously or care too much about his ego when his face was flushed red, his cheeks were frost bitten and his nose like one particular shining reindeers. 

She nodded, biting her lip and pretending to agree with him, pulling on his arm with ulterior motives to get him down the steps and into the snow. He let her tug at him until his shoes disappeared under the fresh white layer, they were probably ruined now. 

He scrunched up his nose when he released the bottoms of his pyjamas were getting wet as the snow started to melt against his much warmer skin, making his ankles feel blue. This was why he liked summer, summer didn’t make him shiver while he stood out in the garden, even at night and it didn’t make his socks freezing wet either.

He was going to blame it all on her, to tell her just how cold he was, how he couldn’t feel his hands and how she had dragged him away from his nice warm bed and his nice warm house.

But the snow was on her side. Falling perfectly onto her, catching on her lashes as she tipped her head back a little to look up as it fell from the clouds. Tiny snowflakes sat on her coat and didn't seem to melt away like they should have, and she looked cold but the kind of cold that just didn't seem to bother her because she was too happy to mind. 

Summer was his but Winter belonged to her. And that winter weather that he wouldn't mind missing every year adored his girl, it made her dizzy like a little kid and it made her come running over to him because out of everyone she wanted to share it with him. Maybe it wasn't so cold outside after all. 

“What?” She had noticed how he hadn't moved and that he had just been watching her for a moment. Whenever she caught him staring at her like this she didn't feel like his girlfriend, she felt like a lovesick teenager with a crush on him, finally being noticed. 

“Nothing.” Nothing. She hated when he said that, when he did that, it wasn't fair on her heart and it made it far too hard for her to think straight. He had to have known that.

He shook his head, muttering something to himself before leaning down, his hands turning to ice the second he touched the white snow. Pressing it between his hands he made a snowball and gave her one second to realise what he was doing before he threw it right at her, making her squeal like this wasn't why she had woken him in the first place. 

She wanted to throw the snow right back at him, she really wanted to make sure the snow fell down his shirt like it had hers but there was no chance when Rafe's arms were already around her pulling her into him and taking her wrists into his hand so she had no way of fighting back. 

Every year it snowed he always won their snowball fights because he always played dirty, and she was going to inform him of this like she always did but he spun her around and kissed her, with the kind of kiss that made her cheeks burn even with his cold hands pressed to holding her still, all just to shut her up. Because he already knew exactly what she was going to say.