#the chain peaking from the crewneck

[tinygarbage]

thinking about pookie <3

[donatellawritings]

please some toxic, possessive, and straight up insane rafe 🥲

tee-hee … my favorite, sorry if it’s short!

rafe cameron was and will always be possessive of you, you were his girl, and his alone. in recent times, he’d found different outlets when it came to getting his blistering jealous streak under control. when he was of a sound mind, he’d simply put you in check — whispering low warnings into your ear, or lightly nudging the side of your chin with his knuckle. you were pretty good at keep rafe down to earth, enough to where he’d mentally check out of a situation, instead of sending his eager fist into someone’s jaw. again, this was when rafe was of a sound sober mind. once cocaine and alcohol viciously coursed their way through rafe’s veins, he became an exhilaratingly impulsive decision-maker, much to your dismay. it was difficult to bring rafe down from his peaking highs of anger, but you knew that it was simply his insecurities being pushed to the forefront.

you were sat on the couch, your tired doe eyes focused on the trashy reality show you’d been engrossed in for the evening — your swollen lips were slightly parted as you subconsciously held your thumbnail between your teeth, your shiny blown out hair cascading down your shoulder blades as you curled into the couch wearing rafe’s oversized crewneck and lace pink panties that failed to cover the curve of your plush ass. you lazily brought your thumb from between your teeth, and down to your gifted chain as you rolled the diamond ‘R’ initial between your thumb and index finger. your wispy lashes began to slowly blink together as you sighed sleepily, letting out a short yawn as the front door could be heard opening, then slamming closed.

“wh-where’s my pretty girl?” rafe’s slurred voice boomed through the foyer, causing your eyes to open as you flinched out of your dozed off state. an excited gasp left your lips as you crane your head back, holding your arms open with a cheesy grin. rafe’s bloodshot baby blues widened with an exaggerated excitement as he stumbled towards you, “there she is — m’pretty princess, hi baby,” he slurred, earning a small laugh from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a loud and wet smack of a kiss to his dry lips.

pecking his lips, once more, your threaded eyebrows furrowed in confusion as rafe let out a strained sigh, absentmindedly wrapping his hand around the base of your throat. you were used to rafe’s touchy behavior, so you breathed out a small laugh, “y’okay, papi?” you smiled, your heartbeat racing a bit quicker as rafe leaned his forehead against your chest, maintaining his hold on you. rafe remained in this position for a beat, before dragging his head up, allowing your contrasting gazes to meet. his blown pupils took up a large portion of his usually bright blues, his eyes glazed over as he dropped to a knee before you.

rafe’s mouth opened and closed as he struggled to find the perfect words, his hand circling around his head as he forced out a chuckle, “y’know, m’gonna make you my wife, one day, a-and m’gonna take care of you — i’ll give you the whole fuckin’ world, mama,” he ranted, his hand slightly tightening around your throat as he became lost in his own rant. rafe nodded to himself, tapping his chest as he continued, “s’gonna be you and me — i won’t le-let them take you from me,” he cried, his eyes welled with hot tears. you remained silent, leaning forward in an attempt to cradle rafe’s face as he pushed you back down by your neck.

your heart thumped against your chest as rafe suddenly stood on his feet, both of his arms falling at his sides as you took the opportunity to stand in front of him. your small hands gently grabbed his face as your bright eyes search his — you knew that he was both drunk and high, he could barely even look at you straight. “what’s going on? nobody’s taking me from you, rafey,” you cooed with a soft smile, watching as rafe fumbled with the waistband of his belted slacks, your smile falling to a frown as he revealed his gun.

“rafe—”

rafe brought the gun to his lips as he shushed you, a daze smile tugging on his mouth as he brought his free hand to your shoulder, “i’d fuckin’ kill for you, princess — swear, i’d do it and it wouldn’t even bother me,” he mumbled, his lowly hung eyes not missing the way you froze still. your pretty little pout quivered with impending cries, causing rafe’s gaze to widen with dramatized concern, “no-no, don’t be scared, m’the one who s’gonna protect you, baby — why-why are you fuckin’ cryin’?!” rafe rambled, his pathetic whines turning into a deep scream as he forced his forehead to smush against yours. a soft cry seeped through your lips as rafe shook his head furiously.

“you’re scaring me, papi,” you squeaked.

rafe ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he pulled away from you, lightly knocking the butt of the gym against his head. tears streamed down his structured cheekbones as he gestured towards you with a loud cry, “i just wanna protect you, baby,” he sobbed, leaving you an anxious mess as your slapped your hand over your mouth. rafe let out another blubbering cry, the sound of your name leaving his lips causing your heart to ache as he lowered himself to the flower, holding his head in his hands.

you carefully lowered yourself to the floor as you crawled over to your boyfriend, softly tapping your delicate fingertip against his knee, “rafe, please,” you whispered, leaning on your knees as rafe brought his hand to the back of your head, holding you in place by your hair.

your swollen lips remained slightly parted as rafe sighed, “do y’love me, princess?” he questioned, his head cocked to the side as you nodded, tears rolling down your puffy cherub cheeks, “say it,” he muttered.

“i love you,” you spoke sincerely.

rafe nodded wordlessly, releasing your hair from his grip as you took the chance to climb onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as he secured an arm around your back, and one around your neck. “no more cryin’, mama, m’gonna keep you safe,” he reassured, rubbing his gun clad hand up and down your back.

[fieldsofbone]

silver/gold chains peaking out from underneath crewnecks or sweaters is elite hot btw. it is scientific fact

[tartxglia]

Body Shots // Lee Felix

Pairing: Felix x Reader Genre: Smut Requested: Kind of? Words: 3.2k+ Warnings: Body shots but not full smut

The wooden front door does a surprisingly good job of muffling the sounds of the party going on inside the dorm. You can hear the upbeat melody of the beginnings of I Like It all the way from the lift down the hallway, feel the faint bass of it vibrating the floor as you step in front of the door. You don't bother ringing the doorbell, much less even knocking, and just move to open the door.

Immediately you're hit with Cardi B's fourth verse in the song, you know for sure because she raps 'They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body'. The song is much louder now that it's no longer muffled, and the bass travels throughout your whole body, especially your chest. The Stray Kids dorm is dimly lit, the projector otherwise used to watch movies now projecting light onto a disco ball for party vibes. The boys were celebrating the end of their first world tour, and they chose to invite a few close friends and host a small party in their dorm.

Off in the living room, you see a small crowd, and you can only assume it forms around Hyunjin who might be performing his choreography for this song. Just as you're closing the door and taking your shoes off, you're greeted by Jeongin who walks out the kitchen with a drink in his hand.

"Noona!" His smile makes you soft inside and you find yourself automatically smiling back.

"Jeongin, you get cuter every day." You ruffle his hair in affection before engulfing him into a tight hug. When you withdraw, you eye the cup in his hand.

"That's not alcohol, I hope," you tease the cute boy. His eyes widen and he stutters, looking like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'm kidding, you can do whatever you want Jeongin-ie."

He breathes a mock sigh of relief before regaining his smile, then he's pulling you towards the living room. "We were wondering where you were, Hyunjin hasn't stopped whining." You chuckle at his commentary, having no doubts that your best friend and fellow SOPA classmate–now graduate–would behave like that.

"Oh and," he leans a bit closer now as if preparing to tell you a secret, "Felix was secretly hoping around about it too." This time he chuckles as he sees the red flush of your cheeks even in the dim lighting. There was always something going on between you and Felix, it had just never...been touched on. Or even brought to light for that matter.

Now that you were lead closer to the living room, you confirm your suspicions that it was Hyunjin who was gathering everyone's attention.

Told that bitch I'm sorry though,

He's dancing to the pre-chorus of the song, his moves both sharp and fluid and easily attracting the gaze of any onlooker with how beautifully he executes the dance moves.

‘Bout my coins like Mario,

You put your shoulder bag down onto the closest flat surface, pulling your phone out of your pocket and sliding it next to your bag.

Yeah, they call me Cardi B,

You push up the sleeves of your loose oversized sweater and tug down the ends of your leather skirt for the last time before jumping in next to Hyunjin.

"I run this shit like cardio!"

Your shout jars Hyunjin a bit, and he turns shocked to see you dancing along next to him but his body continues the choreography unconsciously. You move in sync with him, the dance moves encoded within the tiniest molecules of your body and executed without hesitation nor active thinking on your part. The two of you enjoy each other’s presence–the dance a form of greeting towards the other–and basking in the deafening cheers of the crowd around you.

Your duet with Hyunjin is smooth despite its spontaneous nature, the two of you had danced together a countless number of times and the charismatic energy between you is the result of it. You interact with each other as you dance, smiling or winking, and weaving the other into your freestyle sections of the dance. All too soon, the choreography is over once the chorus finishes, and Hyunjin and you exchange a high-five and a side hug.

“L/N Y/N, can you ever make a normal entrance?” Hyunjin has you still trapped under his arm as he questions you. The two of you laughing as he leads you towards some of his members.

“Y/N wouldn’t be Y/N if she did that, now would she?” Jisung answers for you, meeting you and Hyunjin halfway with two cups in his hand. He extends one for you and you take a sip, accepting the non-alcoholic soda.

“What? You boys got no alcohol?” You tease him and the two other members standing beside him; Felix and Minho, wondering how they were planning to survive the night without any alcohol.

“The alcohol comes out later babe,” Jisung replies, sending a wink and a flying kiss your way and you can only laugh at his actions.

“Yah, you ever stop flirting?” Felix is quick to jump to your defense and your heart does a little thing when you finally face him. He’s wearing matte leather pants and a thin black full-sleeve crewneck that’s tucked inside. His blonde hair is parted somewhere down the middle in a messy comma style look, beautifully framing his sharp face. He finishes the look with his accessories; a long thin chain necklace with a small pendant, and his metal dreamcatcher earring on his left ear–your favourite. Okay, now your heart was doing more than just a little thing.

“Yah, when did you make plans for a couple outfit with Y/N?” Minho is quick to jump into the conversation, snatching up the opportunity to fluster both you and Felix. He teasingly nudges Felix beside him with his elbow as the group looks at you, in your matte leather skirt and oversized knitted sweater, and Felix, in his matte leather pants and black crewneck.

Felix is flushed and a stuttering mess, and you’re not in a much better state under Hyunjin’s arm as he squeezes you closer and makes teasing noises. You groan and cover your face with your hands, only causing Hyunjin, Minho, and Jisung to laugh harder. Through the thin gaps between your fingers, your eyes peak through to easily find Felix, gauging his reaction to this whole situation. Your eyes meet to see that he was already looking at you, and he sends you a cute sheepish grin–eyes sparkling, cheeks puffed full and all–and you send one back, both your hearts fluttering.

It was past midnight and the party was still going on. Time really flew by as you danced some pre-debut songs with Minho, chatted with Jeongin about his last school year, and debated about the Marvel Universe with some of the other boys. They had long since ordered takeout–which was gone in the blink of an eye especially with Chan inhaling all the food in his field of vision–and were now left with the dilemma of to order or not to order supper. 

Someone brought up the idea of chimaek and many of you agreed, especially since the younger members had called it a night when the clock struck 2AM. So here you were, sitting in a circle on the floor with Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix playing a game of dirty truth or dare–an idea brought to light after a good bunch of you were at the very least tipsy. So far, you had been playing it safe with truths, saving the dare until you felt you were confident enough (with alcohol in your system of course). You thanked the lord for not getting any terribly embarrassing truths yet, god knows how many of the boys already know about your crush on Felix.

“Okay! Okay!” Jisung is slurring his words a bit but he’s not gone just yet, “Next player!” Then he’s spinning the bottle, all six of you watching in anticipation until it finally comes to a stop facing Chan. Now everyone is watching Chan as Jisung presents him the options; truth or dare?

“Dare.” His voice is firm as he speaks and you wonder whether the confidence is coming from the alcohol in his system. Jisung pulls up the dare deck, splaying our the cards in front of Chan and allowing him to randomly draw one.

“Take off your pants and show your boxers to everyone,” Chan reads out and the five of you whoop and holler causing Chan to chuckle, “and let the person in front of you decide whether you keep it off or not.”

“I’ll say it now, you have to keep them off.” Minho is assertive with his decision, only causing all of you to laugh at the situation Chan is in. He groans and throws his head back, leaning on his two hands resting behind him and unraveling his legs from the criss-cross position.

Chan breathes out a sigh as he gets up, his hands finding the waistband of the black cargo buckle pants he wore. A part of you was already enjoying the sight of Chan in that, but you let him continue, cheering him on with the rest of the guys. Chan’s eyes meet yours for a second, a light flush on his cheeks as he realizes you’re the only girl in the group but he keeps going as he tugs his pants down then finally off. He throws his arms up wide, a somewhat prideful and somewhat embarrassed look on his face, taking in the now louder hooting and hollers as he stood in his black boxers. 

“Yah, don’t enjoy the view too much Y/N,” Hyunjin voices out loud, teasing you and you raise your hand in surrender trying your best not to focus on the bottom half of Chan. He sits back down and takes the bottle, spinning it on the floor, the sound of glass on wood slowly dying down as it stops to...you.

Fuck.

The boys are cheering, a couple drumming the floor in excitement before Chan turns himself to face you, ready to ask “Truth or Dare?”

“Y/N hasn’t done any dares so far,” Minho outs you in front of everybody, you face him with your jaw dropped and a look of betrayal. 

“You gotta do dare Y/N, we’ve been playing for half an hour already!” Jisung exclaims from beside Minho. He starts up a small chant, chanting ‘dare’ continuously and you give in. You were gonna go for it anyway.

“Okay, dare. Hit me.” You smirk back, facing chan who grabs the dare pile and extends it towards you. You stretch out with your hand to reach the pile, ending up on your knees in a crawling position and you don’t miss the sweeping glance Felix gives your figure. 

Once you’ve pulled a card out, you sit back down on your ankles, reading the written dare out loud, “Body shots on the person sitting to your left.”

God if you thought the boys were loud before, they were pushing it now; hollering, cheering, and whooping at the fact that you had to do body shots on Lee Felix. Your eyes slide over to him sitting beside you and he’s laughing along with the boys, feeling fewer inhibitions thanks to the alcohol running in his veins. By the time you’re facing the other boys, you see Minho sliding back down with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a shot glass in the other, and Jisung flashing you the salt container in his hand and the innocent smile on his face. Hyunjin walks in later with a sliced piece of lime in his hand.

“Are you...okay with this?” You turn to face Felix, questioning if you had his consent first. 

“I’m okay if you’re okay,” a soothing smile stretches on his face and you melt, wondering how you could do body shots on this adorable guy in front of you. 

“Okay lovebirds, prepare yourselves. Romeo, lie on the couch.” Chan directs Felix and he’s quick to do as he’s told, unquestioning the choice of nicknames. “Y/N, you wanna do the honours?”

All of a sudden, it’s like the alcohol in your system pooled together to give you a final boost of confidence. You stretch out your hand in Minho’s direction, asking for the bottle of tequila and he and the others quickly pass you everything you need for a shot. The boys cheer you on as you unscrew the bottle, pouring the tequila into the shot glass. You take the shot first, feeling you’d need all the confidence you’d get, then pour another one.

“Okay boys,” you lift the full shot glass, facing the boys with a smirk on your face. “Where does this shot glass go?”

“Chan?” Jisung questions, letting the guy who spun the bottle decide. 

Chan exchanges a sly gaze with Minho, his eyes finding Felix and smirking as he voices out, “Gotta be between the thighs.” The boys are screaming, squealing, hollering–you name it. For a moment you lose your confidence, but you don’t let it show. Instead, shrugging as you turn to face Felix sitting on the black leather couch waiting for you.

The smirk is still on your face as you stand up and walk towards Felix. For the sake of your dignity, you choose to try your best to ignore the four boys sitting behind you and watching the show. When you’re standing in front of him, you reach forward, your hand pushing Felix’s shoulder so he lays down on the couch. From behind you hear the boys squeal, but the sound is distant at this point as your eyes focus on Felix, the two of you in your own bubble. 

He reciprocates your smirk with his own, laying down as you commanded him to and getting comfortable. You kneel down beside him on the floor as your hands go to the hem of his crewneck and pause. With your gaze, you ask for his permission and when he nods to let you continue, you begin to roll up his top. Your hand brushes the skin of his abdomen as you push his sweater up to his chest. The light tingling making his abs clench and unclench, your eyes feasting in the sight before you. 

Fuck, you take back what you said about Felix being adorable. He was hot too. Who knew he was hiding such a gorgeous sight under his clothes? Without you realizing, your fingers trail the ridges of his abdomen. Tracing the three horizontal ab lines–you counted–and watching your finger dip up and down accordingly. Then, your finger reaches the main center ridge and you pause. 

Your eyes look up to find Felix’s and you hold his gaze as you drop your face down close to his abs. Your tongue touches the bottom of the ridge, and you watch as Felix hisses, feel his abs clench beneath your tongue. You drag your tongue up, licking the middle line of his abs and tingling feeling between your thighs intensifies at the taste of him. 

The moment feels like it stretches forever, but it’s only a matter of a few seconds and you withdraw your head. Your hand reaches for the salt sitting beside you and you shake out the salt onto the long path you’d just licked. You probably didn’t need to lick his abs to have the salt stick on him, especially considering how deep his ab lines were, but you did it anyway and you had no regrets.

You put the salt back down and grab the shot glass. Your hand taps the inside of his thigh, telling him to lightly spread his legs and you can slide the glass in the gap between. The glass sits a little below his crotch and you’re not surprised to find a tent in his pants. If anything, you make sure to graze his crotch as you withdraw your hand, serving to further tease him and enjoying the way he groaned your name.

You giggle as you move to his face, your own hovering above his and you slip the slice of lime into his mouth. You give him a quick wink and then duck your head back down.

You don’t hold eye contact with Felix this time as you lick his abs again, licking the salt you’d previously poured on him. You enjoy the strangled moan that leaves his lips, loving the feeling of his abs clenching from the sensation of you licking him. As soon as you’ve licked up all the salt, you travel down, your head facing his crotch area. Your mouth dips down and grabs the shot glass between his thighs, your lips teasingly grazing his thighs and the tent in his pants. You pull the glass out, using your hand to help drink your shot before putting it down somewhere on the floor. You swallow the drink in your mouth then seal your lips over his, sucking on the lime that he holds between his teeth. 

You pull back with the lime now in your mouth, the sound of the boys wolf whistling and cheering finally coming to your attention. But you only pull back to chuck the lime somewhere out of the way before you lean back down and kiss Felix, properly this time. Your hands are on either side of his head on the leather couch, supporting your weight, and your lips dance with his. Your head is spinning, your heart is thundering but you keep kissing. At some point Felix holds your wrist, tugging you towards him and pulling you to straddle him on the couch. 

He reciprocates the kiss with a fiery intensity that you felt you’d never get enough of. His tongue slips inside your mouth and the two of you are making out. In his dorm. In front of four of his members. But he doesn’t care and neither do you, instead only focusing on the lingering taste of tequila in your mouth. His lips feel hot on yours, his tongue dancing with yours inside your mouth and you’d kiss him forever if you could. Sitting on his lap, his one hand on your hips, the other pulling you down closer to him.

But the moment is quickly interrupted by Chan, arguably the most mature in this situation who calls out loud enough to break the two of you up. You pull away from Felix, your lips already missing the feeling of him, but you realize the situation and cringe in embarrassment. 

You groan and try your best to hide, burying into Felix’s chest which only rumbles in laughter like the four other boys behind you. He sits up with you still cradled on his lap. His arm is wrapped around your waist and holding you to him, using your body to help hide the situation he now has in his pants.

When you finally pull your head up, the boys are beginning to pack up and call it a night. Each helping to straighten out the living room a bit before dispersing into their rooms. You finally turn to face Felix, pushing away the shyness that is taking over you now. For a moment you’re content just staring at him, his eyes telling you everything you’d need to know, answering all the questions you had for him. Just as you go to finally say something, you’re interrupted by Chan’s muffled voice drifting away as he walks down the hall.

“Your night’s probably not over but try to keep it down! And use protection!”

A/N: rip if my body shot and kiss scenes are a bit awks ;-;