#angel 003.

[nomadjones]

dallas 📲 angel.

Dallas: You want in on this betting pool for whether we'll see any flower-theme catastrophes this week?

[noralevin]

closed: @firefighterrojas

location: sharky's monster mash

"I don't see him, so you can stop hiding," Nora said around the straw in her mouth as her eyes narrowed and scanned the room for someone with a conspicuous red 'R' on their chest. She looked over at Angel. "And remind me why you're running away from him? He sounds hot."

[luckylewis]

lucky 📲 angel.

Lucky: Hey, I have a huge favor to ask you Lucky: [2 minutes later] Lucky: Also how are youuu

[riverpatel]

where: gymnasium

who: @angeloconnor​

                          It had been a while since River crossed paths with Angel and at that moment it was probably not the best time for it to happen seeing as they were far from the normal River she was used to encountering. They were sat on a cot with a sleeping bag around their shoulders, knees to their chest, and chewing on their bottom lip while they rocked slightly back and forth. Desperately they were trying to remember one or any of the coping mechanisms they had been working on with Bella but not a single one was coming to mind. Something that made them doubt the good it was doing for them if they couldn’t remember the thing that was supposed to help when they needed the most. “Addict thinking,” they mumbled the phrase they heard repeated to them in treatment more than once. “Hey,” River said louder when they saw Angel pass by. “Come here, I feel like it’s been forever and please ignore the fact that I look like a damn mental patient, y’hear?” They let out a wavered laugh but the smile didn’t linger. Brown pleading eyes met hers. “I’ve missed you.”

[firefighterrojas]

closed starter / @nomadjones

location: sharky's monster mash

"Is he looking over here?"

Angel glances out the corner of his eye where Jawline was standing near the stage as he approaches Dallas and Wren near the dancefloor, hoping they wouldn't mind him cutting in on their conversation.

"Don't look," Angel chastised as Dallas's head cocks to the side, cupping the side of his face with his own hand in an attempt to remain hidden from the purple haired spectre.

[warhaeds]

i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy / but if it kills me i triedo

[himbovillains]

@qapsiel liked for a starter from my babies.

he's never believed in anything like angels. his family has never been overtly religious, despite the stereotype that surrounds his class as being bible-bashing fanatics. and maybe his parents are, it's not like he's ever spent enough time with them to glean what their religious leanings are as easily as he had done their political ones.

that aside, he's certain that the man standing over him as he lays on dusty concrete is an angel. there's an ethereal beauty about him that can't just be attributed to the amount of drugs in his system right now. no, this man is sent from heaven to rescue him. he has to be. either that, or monty has somehow been gifted a one-way ticket to the pearly gates in the sky. his night of partying has, apparently, gone terribly awry. and if so, then there's only one question on his mind. ‘ ...did i die? ’

[lucerocosplay]

ALA 19

[graftisms]

location :   day 29 / morning / kitchen 

featuring :   @dobits​

SHE’S IN A VAGUELY GOOD MOOD THIS MORNING, and callie is attempting to keep the good mood going throughout the day. so instead of her morning swim, she’s stayed in her pajamas and has a bowl of pancake mix in her hands,  whisking it smooth. would be a lot easier if she had put her hair up before doing this, pieces getting in her hair. she looks up when she hears someone come over, wiping hair out of her face with the side of her arm.   “ g’day, ”   she gives him a nod, before going back to her batter. when it looks good enough, she starts rummaging through a cabinet, frowning after a bit.   “ did someone eat all the chocolate already ? ”

[alulars]

@corsey continued from here.

Johnson's words are pressurized. Hissing soft like a steam iron. His voice and cadence is expertly smooth, pleasant to the ear; his tone is scalding. "To feel is... infantile and... selfish. 'Good' feelings are a displacement method to measure 'good'." It's redundant. It's everywhere. This obsessive inflation of inner good feelings; this conflation with outer good. Humans cannot sustain themselves without making life palatable, making it pleasurable. "Like sugar in medicine. Sugar in water. You know what is good for you, but it's not enough." Sentences like shirt creases, folded over one another, harshly flattened— "I don't want it. I don't... want." —to neatness: "I don't need it."

[gotatext]

JUDE, JENNY, ANGEL & CALLIE — DAY THIRTY-THREE.

location :   day beds

time :  mid-day maybe idk

description :  judenny and angellie are all disgustingly PDA while discussing 2000s trends like planking and gangnam style.

featuring :   jenny  /   @blondcs  ;   angel  /  @dobits   ;   callie  /   @graftisms

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

she almost feels bad for the neglected daybed that sits untouched while jude, angel and callie all crowd onto the pink one. it’s compelling enough that in her trek toward them she stops off to offer the yellow pillows a consolatory pat before plucking one up to carry along with her as she makes her way to the popular side. “incoming,” is her only warning, and a minute too late. she tosses the pillow at an engrossed angel and is already flopping onto jude hard enough that their skin slaps then slides against his, her body extending over the full length of him, chest to chest, toe to toe. “does it look like i’m planking?” the words get muffled against him briefly before she turns to face them, her smile softening into something shyer. “what’re you guys talking about?”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

distracted, jude notices jenny a second too late, no time to brace himself before she's diving on top of him, a groan as the sharp indents of her hipbones collide with his, his hands coming up to catch her.  "christ sake, give a guy some warning."  his hands slide around to her bum, keeping her on him, mouth dipping to press a kiss to the space where her shoulder meets her neck. "some people get off from this," he tells her, solemnly, like he's discussing a deadly disease. "i'm serious, just from another person putting their whole body weight on them." naturally, she's probably now thinking about whether jude's one of those people — he's not.  "talkin' about how fuckin' annoying you are... bit awks, actually." jude teases, fingers mussing through a handful of her hair. god, he hopes callie doesn't think he's like, negging her or whatever. he's just british.

angel reid

“oh, that’s me,” angel snaps and points with recognition to jude’s kink lesson. “i mean… not get off,” he clarifies, a glance up to callie whose body he’s leaned back against, his back tucked between her legs. “what, you guys don’t fuck with weighted blankets?” whatever they were talking about before was probably even less interesting than this. “— wait, did you say planking?” angel snorts. he takes callie’s hands like they’re his second set, pretends like he’s gonna box jenny with them, jabbing. “2012 wants their meme back, buddy.”

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

she half expects jenny to end up kneeing jude in the nuts when she jumps on him like that, only mildly disappointed when he doesn't, even if she winces in anticipation anyway. "that makes me hot thinking about it," callie makes a face at the thought of fucking under weighted blankets, before clarifying, "—sweaty, i mean. but i've also never seen a weighted blanket that big, so," a shrug. she won't knock it til she tries it, though she tends to run warm anyway, preferring sheets to heavy blankets. her eyes roll lightly as angel manhandles her wrists, swatting him away after a few seconds so she can take the pillow jenny threw at him and pretends to smother him with it. in the end, she just pushes it into his chest and hugs her arms around it, a callie-angel-pillow sandwich. "i bet jude was really into planking back then, weren't you?"

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

"yeah?" she mumbles against the shell of jude's ear, nipping at it before folding her arms up to rest against his chest. this is nice, reminds her of earlier days in the villa back when she had josh and rhys to lean on. sure it's not her usual trio and she still feels slightly cautious around callie, but there's no room for lingering tension with jude and angel's bromance taking center stage. it's too easy to get swept up in the chat, the bants, the effortless way their energies bounce off one another and, in turn, off everyone else. both times she means to interject with a schoolyard 'oooh,' the lovebirds self correct just as the sound comes out and jenny has to snort back a laugh, sharing a look with jude, communicating through a scrunch of her nose, maybe the slightest shift of her hips. "look at him, he's such a planker. that's the same era as parkour, right?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

"remind me never to touch a weighted blanket at your gaff," jude notes, nose wrinkling up at the thought of angel's spaffy weighted blankets, though it doesn't last long, the weight of jenny above him enough to distract him. "makes you hot?" jude pries, half-excited, before callie can mince her words. "oh. sweaty..." boring.  "you guys will have to get 'his' and 'hers' blankets when you're sharing a bed on the outside. so angel's can be weighted and yours can be like, a sheet or whatever." jenny's biting his ear then, dragging his attention away, and his sigh is half-moaned, though fortunately quiet enough that probably only jenny hears it—he doesn't need to give callie another reason to not hang out with him.  it's sweet of callie to be putting in effort with him, even if it is just enquiring about his ability to plank. "sounds like you're calling me a plonker."  is that a word on their side of the pond?  "but yeah. i was big into planks, leisure diving, gangnam style... teenage jude was like, the king of tiktok trends before tiktok was even a thing." im literally cringing writing this. his hand slides down to ping the band of jenny's bikini bottoms, stomach tightening at the shift of her hips. 

angel reid

“oh, you’re gonna touch my gaff,” angel tells jude, mostly sarcastically miffed. “you’re gonna be all up in my gaff.” he’s got not a single clue what gaff means. “well, the way she cuddles—,” voice muffles against the pillow callie presses into his face, “it’s all over the place.” even imminent death doesn’t stop him from teasing her, demonstrating the way callie sleeps by messily slinging his leg and half an arm over jenny and jude. “it’s basically like having a weighted blanket.” as if angel has any grounds to comment on personal space, sprawled out over her. judifer seem partly distracted, sliding around on top of each other and angel scoffs a laugh sotto voce. “you guys’ll have to get a cold shower on the outside,” spoken out the side of his mouth to callie. “wait — how’s gangnam style go again?” g’head. take the bait, jude.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

"hey!" angel's ribbing makes her scoff, arms uncoiling around him so she can lean back on the palms of her hands, in a poor attempt to create some space while he's literally still on top of her. "you know what, i'll remember that tonight, when you're begging for my cuddles. i wouldn't want to smother you." but she can't even say it without smirking, because there's just something so funny about this entire scenario, the four of them on the same bed being gross with their pda. all she wants to do is tell jenny and jude to get a room—which she basically does, with a quick "sorry, should we leave you two alone?"—but with angel sprawled on top of her, it's not like they're that much better, just predictably pg. it's just nice to once again be in a couple she can feel this comfortable in, she thinks, laughing easily at jude's incredibly unsurprising peek into his teen years. "wait, what's leisure diving?"

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

“are you a plonker?” the word doesn’t quite roll off the tongue with her over-annunciated american ‘r,’ and not even the flirty lilt of her voice can keep it from sounding a little ugly. she snorts, whirling on angel. “does callie do that too? just casually drop the most made up sounding words you’ve ever heard in your life. i swear, this one speaks a foreign fucking language,” she pinches jude’s nose then, snapping her teeth just shy of it, though angel’s flailing nearly throws off her depth perception. the slant of her brows is all suggestive as she reaches behind her for the loose limb draped across them. “well you know what they say about wild cuddlers,” and makes like she’s going to steer his hand down to her ass before letting it free with a wicked little laugh. god, they’re too easy. she nuzzles back against jude’s chest, her voice lowering just for him then, heavy gaze dipping from his eyes to his lips. there’s a moment’s hesitation, just a second to build the tension as if she’s about to say something filthy until, “if you sing gangnam style right now, i swear to fucking god.” a low laugh and her toes curl against his before she tucks her face down, collects herself—no way this guy can be so hot yet so cringe—then turns to callie. “leave us alone? why?” she pushes her hips into jude. visibly. “c’mon, we’re all having fun… keys are in the bowl…”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“don’t all showers have a cold setting?” jude’s probably just as partial to a cold shower as a hot one. nothing like a freezing cold wake up call to gear you up and at 'em for a five am start. if he wasn’t so close with angel, he’d probably be suspicious of the way jenny guides his hand down towards her ass, backing out at the last second. would angel fuck jenny? surely not. bro code, right? jeez, jude. paranoid much? “no way, bro. i’m not doing gangnam style.” and have that follow him around for the rest of his life? cringe. predictably, jenny’s all over him like a rash, his hand sliding over her waist to draw her closer, mouth meeting hers in a quick peck. she makes it so easy to be affectionate, despite callie’s sour suggestion that they should get a room. probably, but he feels like—for jenny, at least—half the fun is flaunting it. it’s alright for jenny. if she gets horny, no one will be any wiser, but if jude gets horny it’s a different kettle of fish entirely, and he’s not looking to get a boner when they’re hanging out with friends. callie provides the perfect out, jude’s hands fastening around jenny’s hips to shove her off him, a kiss pressed against her forehead like a consolation prize. “leisure diving is like…” jude moves to the other day bed, folds one arm behind his head and places the other on his hip, adopting a relaxed pose as he dives horizontally onto the day bed.  “usually, you’d do it into water off a diving board. people get crazy with props and stuff, like, reading the newspaper, having a coffee. actually, you know what. let’s not half ass this...” patting down the pocket of his trunks, jude fishes out a solitary cig, and pops it in his mouth. he pushes up from the day bed and jogs over towards the pool, leaping up at the last second and leisure diving in, one hand behind his head, the other lighting his cig, which disintegrates the moment he hits the water, but worth it for the meme.

angel reid

“not really,” angel answers jenny’s aside thoughtfully, playful in their pretending that their partners aren’t literally right there. “mostly it’s just super weird turns of phrases. although — y’know, i still have no idea where ‘crikey’ comes from.” he’d thought she was joking the first time she said it, an australian cliche. angels pulls on the blonde’s grip like she’s threatening to stick it in the fire pit, accentuating the drama with a chain of ewewew and a decisive sicko. then he’s paying attention to jude who easily claims the spotlight, angel absently reaching back to find the arms callie is keeping from him in punishment, the goal to form her around him again. “man, the brits are so weird,” angel jokes under his breath, a bit surprised that there are enough pools in england for this to be a meme. it does prove entertaining though, he sits up laughing as jude breaks the surface of the water mid-drag. “‘kay, that looked kinda sick.” he wants in. mic is peeled from around his neck and left in the absence he leaves in callie’s lap. he grabs one of the daybed pillows as he runs to the pool. his leisure dive is as horizontal as possible, pillow clutched under his head like he’s in the middle of taking a nap.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

"where does anything come from?" she argues, with a roll of her eyes. "it's not like you americans are without your weird slang." she'll never forget the first time she heard someone use the word bush outside of talking about the outback. granted, crikey isn't exactly hip lingo back home, but it's what happens when you grow up learning how to speak by your grandparents. eyebrows raise in interest while she watches jude perform for them like a little boy demanding attention by throwing himself onto the next bed over, letting angel wrap her arms around him again just for him to pull out of her grip only a minute later. letting out a laugh, she sits up so she can crane her neck better to watch them both dive into the pool, looking absolutely bloody ridiculous. glancing over at jenny, she shares a look with her, because surely she has to feel it too.  "we're dating twelve years olds, aren't we?" she laughs. it's never felt so apparent as it does right now that callie isn't used to dating dudes, even if this is arguably something frankie would've done as well.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

"whoa that's—oof—deep. hey," she manages whilst being tossed aside like yesterday's paper. just a quick peck to soften the blow and a half-landed smack to his ass, though he skirts just far enough away that her hand can't manage that nice, satisfying 'thwack' before he's off and running. it can't be worse than gangnam style, yet for all the cringing and massaging of her temples, she has to keep her mouth pinched tight to fend off a big, goofy smile. "what a loser," but it's all affection as she whips out her phone, not fast enough to get the shot of jude but with enough time to crawl to the edge of the bed and nab one of sleeping beauty over there. she snickers and holds it out so callie can see, sharing in her 'reluctant' amusement. "twelve and a half, actually, " she corrects in her best prepubescent boy. "wait—guys!" the redirect is sudden enough that callie likely falls victim to the abrupt change in volume as she turns toward the pool, cupping one side of her mouth to amplify her voice. not that she needs a ton of help there—she's a former cheerleader from new jersey. "do one together! let me get a couples' shot!"

[wiredsmi1e]

NEW TAGS , PART FOUR .

[softbabybelle]

CORRUPTION𓍯𓂃 r ֶָ֢cameron 003.

rafe cameron x shy!reader

 𝜗𝜚 summary : rafe has been trying to get you alone for far too long and now that he finally has, he won't give the moment up for anything.

𝜗𝜚 words : 2.3k

𝜗𝜚 c!w : smut, humping, thigh riding, public!sex, finger sucking, risk of being caught, praise kink, kinda degradation kink.

part 1, part 2.

days had passed since the incident with rafe cameron and the boy who's name you didn't wish to remember.

this time, you hadn't gone out of your way to avoid the boy but instead went back to normal, almost as if nothing had happened between you two at all. you sat on the couch of tannyhill, giggling at something on sarah's phone with your legs crossed.

now, that simply wouldn't do.

rafe had been eager for a minute alone with you which seemed almost impossible when his sister was hanging off your side every minute you spent at tannyhill.

he was sitting on the living room couch, the one across from you both, scrolling on his own phone, a finger to his mouth as he gnawed at the completely bitten down nail.

his eyes kept travelling over to you, skimpy little summers dress clinging to your form while the skirt part began to ride up your thighs as you moved against the couch.

dirty thoughts swarmed his head, thoughts that shouldn't be repeated out loud. thoughts that shouldn't have been in his head to begin with.

he thought he was sure to be damned to hell for the things he was thinking.

and then, ironically enough, the gods seemed to smile down on him. it was as if all of his prayers had been answered and every beg and grovel had finally been listened to by an angel.

the angel who's name was wheezie, standing in the living room door frame. "sarah." wheezies hair was a mess, thrown into a bun with loose strands of hair sticking out every which way, she looked tired, so awfully tired and dreadful as she stared forward at her sister who's head instantly snapped up. "please help me. i'm trying clean out my wardrobe but it's too much."

a laugh fell from sarah's mouth. "no way. it's your mess, clean it yourself."

but that was when wheezie's arms crossed over her chest, cocking a brow. "I'm sorry, who covered for you and topper last night?"

"wheezie!" sarah exasperated, glancing out into the hallway. ward and rose were upstairs but sarah still didn't wish for them to hear about the late night activities she'd been getting up to with her boyfriend.

defeated, she turned her head back to you, who was sitting so sweetly on the couch, that same sickly sweet smile crawling up on your features. you liked watching the cameron siblings interact, even if it wasn't always so pleasant, there was something oddly homely about it. "'s okay, sarah, 'm fine down here."

"okay." she sighed, getting up from the couch. "okay, you just―just hang out for a while and i'll be down soon, okay?" she watched you nod. "okay, come on, let's get this over with."

and suddenly, tension ran thick through the air.

it was you and rafe, alone.

his legs were spread apart on the armchair he was seated on, eyes running up and down your body. you seemed to notice your dress riding up and instantly tugged it down with pink cheeks. you swallowed thickly. "I, uhm―i wanted to say thank you." your eyes finally looked up to reach his.

the minute he heard your voice, his phone was turned off and tossed away. his head cocked to the side. "what for?" teasing. for he knew exactly what for.

you squirmed in your place. "for everything you did with max."

"didn't seem too grateful when you ran away, hm?" he didn't mean the bitter words that slipped from his lips. he watched the way you hung your head low, eyes glassing over. instantly, a kind of guilt washed over him and he leaned back further into the chair. "c'mere." and he patted his thigh, watching your eyes flicker down. you glanced out to the hallway and he had to roll his eyes. "'s okay, nobody'll see you. they're all too busy."

you did as you were told, crossing the room and landing in his lap.

there was something so sensational about being in his lap again.

memories flooded your head, pictures and images of you and he, in this same predicament inside his bedroom, his lips tainting yours. you couldn't help but latch your eyes onto his lips.

"you wanna tell me why you keep runnin' away, hm?" you don't answer, eyes searching anywhere but his face. he doesn't allow it, turning you slowly towards him once again. "asked you a question, sweetheart."

you fought words inside your mouth, all threatening to come tumbling out. "was scared." is all he's met with.

"scared of what?" his head dips, his eyes trying to reach yours, trying to look in and gauge your emotions. "scared of me?"

you shook your head, fingers reaching out to trail across the fabric of his sweater. "i... liked it when you kissed me." you admitted and he watched as a blush fell across your face, red reaching the tips of your ears. "i liked it a lot but 'was scared that sarah would find out 'n i don't―"

"sarah doesn't need to know anything." he answers quickly. "besides, who you kiss..." his fingers trailed across your bottom lip, sucking in his own bottom one between his teeth as he gazed down at them, sweet like honey. "is none of her business, yeah?"

you nodded too quickly, too eagerly, too convinced by his words too quickly. "'m sorry, rafe, 'm really sorry."

"think i know how you can make it up t'me." his fingers left your lips and placed themselves against your hips. "you wanna make it up to me?"

"yes, please." came out too swiftly.

he couldn't help but smirk at your eagerness. "'m gonna kiss you again, okay?" and suddenly, you could feel heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach. he leaned in, his breaths falling hot against your face, his scent filling your senses. and just as his lips brushed against your own, he whispered. "you gotta promise me something first, 'kay?"

you licked your wet lips. "anything." wanting nothing more than for rafe to lean in and seal the kiss. you'd do anything he ever asked.

"no runnin' away this time." his fingers pinched at your jaw, holding it so your eyes could reach his. "you want this? you take it 'n you don't go pushin' me away again, alright?" a curt nod. "words, princess."

"promise." you spoke quickly. "promise, rafe, please."

his lips quirked.

but he didn't keep you waiting.

when his lips crashed into yours, you were very aware of the fact that you were sitting on the couch of tannyhill, the living room door wide open. all it took was for ward or sarah to come down the stairs and they'd see what you'd been up to.

they'd see that you weren't such a good girl after all.

but you couldn't seem to care.

you were too focused on his hot hot lips, tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, hands pinching at your waist, holding you in place.

your mind began to unravel, all you could think about was him. rafe cameron. you were sitting on his lap, kissing him, again. and you swore it was a feeling unlike any feeling you'd ever felt in your entire life. it was making you so desperate, so messy, so wet.

and you were sure he could feel it too. he tugged on your waist, rolling your hips against him.

you let a whimper be swallowed by his mouth.

his lips finally broke from yours for air but he didn't allow himself enough to fully regain his breath before they were latched beneath your jaw, sucking and kissing harshly.

again, he rolled your hips. you weren't sure if it was him moving you or you doing it by yourself now. you could feel him growing hard beneath you, you could feel him pressing himself up against your clothed pussy and all you could think about was how much you needed everything off.

you needed to feel him, skin to skin.

it seemed so close yet stretched so far away.

his hands ran up the skin of your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up as he went. "r-rafe." you whimpered out, head turning to the door. "someone could see―"

"'s what you asked for, isn't it?" his hands were rough against you, tugging the dress upwards, not caring for the family who remained upstairs. "isn't it?"

you swallowed thickly. "yes." you stammered out. "b-but―"

"you still wanna make it up to me, don't you?" his brows knitted together in this false sense of sadness, as if you'd done something awful to the poor man. you'd felt suddenly guilty for even suggesting that you stop.

you felt yourself ease against him, your own brows pinching together. "'m sorry, rafe, swear 'm sorry. i'll do anything, jus' please don't be angry―"

"'m not angry." he assures you, fingers brushing up and down your thighs, inching too high. "jus' need you to do something f'me, can you do that, sweetheart?" you were nodding like a puppy, eager to do anything he would ask of you. he maneuvered you so you were situated on one of his spread thighs and not his lap anymore. "y'gonna rub yourself on my thigh like the pathetic good girl you are, okay?"

you'd never done anything like this before.

suddenly you began to panic. "rafe, someone'll hear 'n―"

"nobody'll hear you, baby, jus' gotta be nice 'n quiet, yeah?" you still looked hesitant, top teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. "would make me feel so good, princess 'n you jus' wanna make me feel good, isn't that right? yeah, baby, jus' wanna make rafe feel good, you're such a good girl, aren't you?"

and you don't know how, why, or when but suddenly, you're doing just what he told you.

your hips are stuttering as they move against his jeans, you can feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every jolt of movement.

rafe doesn't appear to be doing much, hands skillfully moving your hips while he leans back against the armchair.

"there you go, good girl." his cock twitched in his jeans, watching your hesitant, shy face as you moved oh so slowly on his jeans. "lift your hips f'me, sweetheart." you did as you were told, pausing to lift yourself up from his thigh. his hand moved beneath you, tugging your panties to the side and rubbing gentle circles against your clit.

"oh." fell so sweetly from your lips that to anybody else, it would have appeared almost innocent. but rafe was well aware of how dirty you really were.

he landed you back on his thigh, letting you rub yourself against him, this time, it was your bare pussy that ran up and down his jean-clad thigh.

he groaned at the sight of you, free hand coming down to fix his situation that was suddenly growing in his pants. he pulled at the jeans slightly, trying to make his growing bulge less noticeable but there was simply too much to hide.

your eyes cast down to his hand, then to the bulge and you found a little whimper leaving your mouth.

his eyes studied your face, watching you lick your already wet lips and rubbing yourself against him a little quicker. sweet, poor, innocent, you was so turned on by his growing dick. and he could feel it by the dampness of his jeans turning wet hot

you really were filthy.

a particularly loud whine left your lips and rafe realised that perhaps it wasn't a smart idea to start this whole thing off while his whole family was home.

but he couldn't stop now. that'd be cruel. especially seeing how worked up he'd gotten you.

he trailed his fingers up to your lips and tapped on your chin.

you didn't even need to be told, you simply opened up. he stuck his digits right in, feeling your flat tongue against them and spit coating them.

"so filthy, baby." he uttered so softly, as if he were complimenting you. "what'll we do with you, huh?" you only whimpered around his fingers. "'s okay, sweetheart, gonna get that pussy stuffed jus' like you want. just gotta be patient, yeah? can you do that f'me?"

and you're sloppy against his thigh, sloppy against his fingers. you can feel juices rubbing against his jeans and dribble forming at the gaps between your lips and all you can do is not so dumbly.

a stutter of your hips.

a grin on his lips.

"you gonna cum, already, huh?" it didn't take long, but you were already approaching your orgasm. he wished now more than ever that he could take pictures with his mind. that he could frame this moment and pull it out every time his dick got hard. he slipped his fingers out from your mouth. "gotta ask like a good girl before you cum."

your hands pawed at his shoulders. "please, rafe." your mind was turned to mush. "please, please, please."

he shrugged so cruelly. "'m hearin' a lot of beggin' but i don't hear you asking me yet."

"p-please, can i cum?" your face was red hot, embarrassment flooding your features quickly. "please?"

he smirked, leaning back against the armchair and removing his hands from your waist. you were a big girl, you could finish yourself off. "go on, princess."

he watched as your hands pawed at him, hips stuttering and eyes rolling backwards, mouth falling open. it was such a pronographic, filthy scene. and yet, he knew by tomorrow, you'd be prancing around in the same little dress and everyone would see you as the same lovely good little girl that you pretended to be.

and rafe thought that was enough to make him cum in his own pants.

[cherryrikis]

OPERATION: LOCKDOWN

pairing -> gamer!riki x beauty influencer!fem reader

warnings -> swearing

genre -> smau, fluff, humor, angst, kinda love triangle

synopsis -> you hated gamers. riki hated ulzzang’s (except you). so after weeks of fighting to be the top streamer, (and riki’s poor attempts to charm you), he suggests to collaborate so you could both be number one. you tried to keep it professional. but the more time you spent producing content together, the more you realized just how much nishimura riki really meant to you.

status -> september 6 2024 - october 15 2024

taglist is closed.

profiles -> nintendo sponsors | diors angels

stream 001 ; who is nishiriki2005

stream 002 ; gamer stereotypes

stream 003 ; looks but no personality

stream 004 ; angel wings

stream 005 ; miss dr jart ambassador

stream 006 ; persistent guys

stream 007 ; persona

stream 008 ; mickey and minnie

stream 009 ; for me, or for you?

stream 010 ; rainbow road

stream 011 ; the after party

stream 012 ; second first date

[fin.] stream 013 ; locked down

authors note - titles are constantly subject to change

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[lovscb97]

— STEP OUT ! ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆

❛ 八命合一心 ; eight lives united as one heart ❜

about: welcome to step out! this is an ot8 stray kids series containing solo fics for all members based off of their respective songs from the newest album "合". here, you'll be able to choose and explore from a variety of themes and universes, and each world is handcrafted to revolve around one out of the eight, whether the inspiration for it came from the lyrics, melody, concept or more. though the stories are not directly connected with one another, each of them has its own flair. with any hope, they'll be to your liking, so do stick around to find out & enjoy your stay!

status: ONGOING.

pairing(s): ot8!stray kids x fem!reader

disclaimer: all fics contain MATURE content along with smut which is not appropriate for minors. viewer discretion is advised & you are the only one responsible for the content you consume.

add. notes: hello n welcome 2 lovscb97 first series debut ... this idea came to me on a whim when i was listening to seungmin solo on a walk n i was like "yk what would be cool ? ot8 fics based off their solo songs. Yea." n boom! step out was born. special thanks to jamsie n nico for their help n i hope u guys enjoy it loads!!! plz mind the tags for each specific fic before reading (more detailed ones will come with each chapter so as to not spoil much about the stories) but other than that have a great time n lmk what u think if u wish <3 details for specific fics are under the cut btw!

last updated: 01/01/2025.

TAGLIST: OPEN!

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 001.

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title: railway featuring: best friend's ex!bangchan x fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: angst, forbidden romance, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, etc

ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 002.

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title: youth featuring: camp counsellor!lee minho x fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: strangers to ???, some angst, summer fling, found family, protected sex, bittersweet, etc

ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 003.

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title: ultra featuring: roommate!bff!seo changbin x fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: roommates to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, heavy tension, dry humping, rough sex, unprotected sex, etc

ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 004.

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title: so good featuring: tour guide!hwang hyunjin x singer!fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: black cat x golden retriever, family trauma, confessions, protected sex, angst, open ending, etc

ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 005.

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title: hold my hand featuring: guardian angel!han jisung x fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: 'she fell first but he fell harder' trope, kissing, sweet lovemaking, some religious undertones, character death, etc

ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 006.

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title: unfair featuring: beast!lee felix x princess!fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: royalty au, premodern timeline, shapeshifting, fairytale-esque romance, monster-fucking, breeding kink, etc

ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 007.

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title: as we are featuring: baseball player!kim seungmin x fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: childhood best friends to lovers, first love, sports injury, grief, healing, slowburn, protected sex, etc

ˋ°•*⁀➷ TRACK 008.

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title: hallucination featuring: church boy!lyang jeongin x delinquent!fem!reader word count: n/a. tags: good boy x bad girl, religious guilt, blasphemy, unprotected sex, corruption kink, etc

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[lovehurried]

@wasworthy said:    “I always dreamt of coming here.” apart together  • not accepting.

"And?" She stands behind him, hands squeezing his arms - a gesture that sits uncomfortably in the middle of being playful and forceful. She rests her chin against his shoulder, tilting her head to get a better look at his face. "Is it everything you dreamed of?"