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Last Minute Romance

Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland
Rating: G, Word Count: 1561
Fluff, Valentine’s Day, Established Relationship, POV Jace

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For Jimon Week Day 2: Valentine’s Day

Jace loves going a round with the punching bag. He gets to do all the hitting, and he doesn’t need to think. He just lets his muscle memory do its thing, while his mind clears itself of any pent-up aggression and frustration.

‘I should watch you train more often. This is a good look on you.’

Jace smiles and huffs out a laugh. ‘Red and smelling?’ he asks, turning to his boyfriend.

‘I mean half-naked and sweaty,’ Simon grins. He pushes off the wall he’d been leaning against and is instantly by Jace’s side. ‘Hey,’ he whispers.

‘Hey.’

Jace leans in for a kiss, closing his eyes when Simon’s hands slide into his hair.

‘Ah, gross!’ Simon whines. He pulls his hand out of Jace’s hair. ‘I changed my mind. Being sweaty is disgusting, please take a shower.’

Jace opens his eyes to Simon grabbing the sweatshirt that’s lying next to Jace’s water bottle, and wiping his hands on it.

‘I did tell you.’

‘Yeah. Here,’ Simon throws him the shirt. ‘To wipe that smug look off your face.’

Jace pulls on the shirt, and Simon tosses him the water bottle next, just a little faster than necessary. Jace winks when he catches it without fumbling.

‘Any plans for tonight?’ Simon asks.

‘It’s pretty quiet out. Just standard patrols, and I’m not assigned to any of them, so no. You wanna go do something?’

‘That’s why I came by,’ Simon says. There’s a smile on his lips, but Jace can’t help but think it’s just a little bit too bright.

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It’s a date

-SNOWBAZ-

This is my @carryonsecretsanta gift for @eroticgropefest Also, inspired by the @carryon-countdown prompt: Date Night. Hope you like this, Katie! It’s been so fun being your SS  ♡ ♡

Summary: 

Five times Baz has to bite his lips in order to refrain himself and one time he doesn’t.

OR

Five times Simon doesn’t mean it and one time he does.

Word count: ~2k

Rating: T

Tags: Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Pining, 5 +1 Things

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The first time he does it, it’s completely unconscious.

It’s summer and they’ve been moving furniture from the Pitch Mansion to Baz’s new apartment with Fiona. Snow is in a tank top, all covered in sweat and his cheeks flushed red from exhaustion.

Baz hands him a bottle of water, his fingers resting a moment longer than necessary on Simon’s skin, and the world is suddenly too hot and his pants too tight.

Baz blames the tank top.

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I’m Simon D 😂

Something I’d gladly eat

-SNOWBAZ-

@shinodita requested for “snowbaz + 5″, so here you go ;) (espero que te guste  ♡ ♡)

Pairing(s): Simon Snow/Baz Pitch

Prompt(s): 5. Hungry

Summary:  But the real eroticism of Simon Snow is, like the devil himself, in the details – the moles on his right cheek hiding in a bath of red skin, blue eyes heavy with lust, bronze curls tangled between Baz’s dark fingers, lips parted in invitation. Which Baz eagerly accepts. Fucking delicious.

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: NSFW, hate sex, hand jobs, fluff



There are certain things at Watford that shouldn’t be allowed, Baz thinks. Like the merwolves. Or the Mage’s moustache. Or fucking boaters.

Or Simon Snow looking like that.

He’s just got out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel—thank Crowley for small mercies—hanging askew on Simon’s hips, leaving so little to the imagination from Baz’s sight on the bed. (Not that he’s staring, or anything.) He looks like he’s stepped straight out of a fucking porn movie, instead of the bathroom.

Snow stuffs a scone into his mouth, crumbs falling from the corners of his lips. (Trust Snow to have a reservoir of food to eat at 1 am on a Friday night.) His Adam’s Apple—double capital letter, because one alone isn’t enough to make it justice—bobs up and down his throat as he swallows. No bloody person should have the right to look like that.

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