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[grapejuice32]

i love angel!reader so much 💔💔 anyway i had like a tiny request

maybe like angst to smut?? angel is feeling slightly insecure and shes like upset about it but rafe makes her feel better by worshipping her ykyk

but if you’re not comfortable with that, that’s completely fine!!

Mirror

Rafe x angel!reader

more angel!reader here main masterlist here

warnings: MDNI, fingering, overstimulation, angel is insecure about her body + self-depreciating

word count: 2.1k + a/n: tysm for the ask baby, I hope this is sorta what you wanted <3

It was an unbearably hot day and so, after a bit (a lot) of convincing from Rafe, the two of you had gone to the beach. You had been enjoying it, that was until it grew busier, and Rafe’s friends began to show up. The sight of them instantly made you self conscious, the feeling only escalating as you looked at all their girlfriends who could pass as models. To be honest, Rafe had hoped he wouldn’t bump into any of his friends, but he supposed it was sort of inevitable. When you’d seen them, all climb out of their cars, you’d instantly fallen silent and of course Rafe noticed, especially since you’d been talking his ear off about all sorts of things while he’d just been listening with a smile on his face. 

From the moment they got there, you’d curled into Rafe’s side, one of his arms over your shoulders as he sipped on a beer Topper had handed him. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to all the other people there, your eyes flicking between your own body and everyone else’s. Their brightly coloured bikinis and bodies bare of jewellery, while you wore yours like armour, your fingers covered in rings and anywhere else you could fit jewellery was decorated with it, clanking sounds coming from it every time you shifted even slightly. 

Nobody had been paying much attention, besides Rafe of course, much to your relief. Just when you thought that maybe the day would play out okay, Rafe’s sister and her friends turned up, instantly creating tension. He’d told you that him and Sarah didn’t get on and acted like it didn’t bother him, but it was obvious to you that it did. He thought you didn’t notice, but when he’d moved in with you, he’d brought a framed picture of the two of them as children with him and it now sat on his bedside table. You couldn’t help but wonder if he left it where he’d see it as he woke and went to sleep as a way to punish himself, and you knew it was probably a correct assumption. 

It didn’t take long before people started arguing, and Topper’s girlfriend just had to pull you into it. She grouped you with the pogues, but that wasn’t what bothered you. It was the fact she’d drawn attention to your presence, because as soon as she did that, people started whispering. You knew you should’ve been used to it by now, the stares and judgemental stares you received for being with Rafe, everyone thought that you’d ‘ruined him’. But you weren’t invincible, you could only deal with it so much before it started to get to you, before you started to wonder if they were maybe right. 

You shifted uncomfortably, you knew you’d be fine, Rafe was right there, he wanted you, right? He wouldn’t be here with you if he didn’t, wouldn’t be living with you if he didn’t love you. Right? But the damage had been done and the doubts that had only been lingering in the back of your mind now filled it with free reign. You couldn’t help but call yourself pathetic as you slid your hand into Rafe’s pocket and took his car keys, walking quickly over to the car and sitting in it. The stuffy atmosphere of the car was almost suffocating, but you didn’t dwell on it, instead taking the book you’d left on the dashboard and opening it. 

Rafe sighed as you left his side, but let you go. He hated, hated, that his so called friends made you feel like this. He should’ve learnt his lesson from the last time you’d interacted with them. He should’ve packed up and taken you back home when they got here, but he hadn’t wanted you to think he was embarrassed to be with you. He wasn’t and he never would be. You were one of the strongest people he knew, everyone here, himself included, lived off of their daddy’s money, but not you. You’d managed to get by, and no matter what people said when word spread that you’d paid off you debt to your parents. You weren’t with him for his money, he knew that in his bones, you couldn’t have cared less if he was rich or not. 

You were barely gone for two minutes before people started telling him he could do better, asking him why he was with you, and frankly he didn’t want to be around them until they learnt to respect you, and he told them as much before storming off to his car. As soon as he opened the driver door he was met with your sad voice, “Should go be with your friends, don’t wanna pull you away.” 

“I don’t wanna be around them, their fuckin’ assholes,” he said without hesitation as he turned on the engine, “I told ‘em as much too.” You didn’t respond, staring at the same page you’d read about three times now. He just released a sigh and started driving, glancing over at you ever few seconds. Gently, he reached one of his hands over to you to play on your thigh, but you brushed him off. It was all he could do to sigh again, “Look, their opinions don’t matter t’me, okay? Y’know that, baby.” 

“Have you ever stopped to think that maybe their opinions matter to me?” Your words were firm despite the volume your spoke or rather lack thereof. He paused, because you were right, he hadn’t thought about it, it hadn’t crossed his mind actually and he felt stupid for it. 

Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, “I um, no…I ha-“

You cut him off, “I don’t want to talk about it.” The words were sharp and cold, he’d never seen you like this, not once. As soon as he pulled up the drive and turned off the engine, you were out the car and in the house. He trailed behind you, but when you went into the room you always had locked, he thought it best to leave you alone for a bit. 

At least an hour passed, and you still hadn’t come out so, against his better judgement, he knocked on the door. No response. He knocked again, but still nothing. He swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing as he did and opened the door. He spotted you immediately, sat in the floor in the middle of the room, painting. You painted? He took in the contents of the room, beautiful, albeit dark paintings were strewn about the room, and in the corner sat a large piano. While all of it had him baffled, the only thing that bothered him were the mirrors that had been covered with something thrown over them, the only uncovered one was broken some of the glass shards scattered in front of it. 

He called you name, but you still said nothing, the room filled with the sound of your brush strokes. He crouched down behind you, placing a gentle hand on your back, “Angel?” Ever so slightly, you leant into his touch which he took as a sign to continue. He placed a kiss on the back of your neck, “What’s goin’ on? ‘s this why y’wouldn’t let me in here?”

“It’s freaked you out now, right? You’re just gonna leave like everyone else and go and be with one of those model-like girls like all of your friends.” You spoke so matter of factly and it hurt him you thought that lowly about yourself.

He tutted and took a hold of your hands, pulling you to stand with him before he led you to the bedroom, standing you in front of the ornate vintage floor length mirror you’d somehow acquired. Your nose turned up and you tried to turn away, but he didn’t let you, holding you in place. “I would never leave you. Never.” His voice was gently, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your arms. “And I don’t want any ‘f those girls. I only want you.”

The words made your eyes sting with tears as you shook your head. “No, you don’t. You’re just saying that.”

“No, ‘m not.” He was quick to counter, winding his arms around your front, his chest warm against your back. “I only want you. Y’so perfect.” You couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side, allowing him more access as he lightly kissed the skin on your neck. “So perfect.” He repeated in a soft whisper, his warm breath fanning against your skin. 

But still your doubts were gnawing at you, leaving you only to feel denial. “Stop lying to me.”

Any other day the tone and your constant rejection of the pure truth would’ve aggravated him to no end. But not today, not when he could see how lost you looked. “No,” he said again, “let me show you. Let me show y’how perfect you are.” How could you deny him when all you craved was his touch and his comfort? You nodded, humming a barely audible ‘mhm’ as you leant into him. “Yeah?” He checked, to which you nodded once again, unable to stop the way your breathing instantly grew laboured. 

Just like that his kisses on your neck were hot but not rushed, the thin strap of your top pushed off of your shoulder as he lightly sucked and bit the skin from your jaw to your exposed collarbone. Before long, you lay against his bare chest, your gaze on his through the reflection of the mirror as you tried not to look at your now naked body. His hand slowly but confidently ran over your body, his other cupped your cunt, two fingers knuckled deep inside of you. 

“Rafe,” you whined, the pace of his fingers was tortuously slow, your hips bucking up for more attention.

He shook his head, “Don’t rush it.” He slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips and tasting you, practically moaning as he did. He dipped his fingers back into you and then brought his coated fingers to your mouth, “C’mon, see how fuckin’ perfect you taste.”

You pulled back, “Rafe, that’s so gross.” 

He was unable to help the chuckle that left him, “No ‘s not. C’mon, just try f’me.” 

You did as he said, taking only the tips of his fingers between your lips, only mumbling, “You’re so weird.” He just laughed again, the sound vibrating though his chest against your back. His fingers slipped back inside your aching hole with ease, he curled them and hit that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. Your back arched, your clit rubbing against the ball of his palm. 

He continued on like that, whispering praises softly into your damp skin, covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was only when you dared to shut your eyes that he stopped, a whine of protest leaving you. “Look at yourself,” he said, it was an order not a request, but you shook your head. “Look at yourself or ‘m stoppin’. The whole point ‘s so I can show you how good y’look.”

“I don’t look good,” you whispered in denial, looking at your body in the mirror, the only good part of it was his arms that were wrapped around you as far as you were concerned. 

“Yes y’do.” He insisted, his fingers moving at a faster pace now, “Jus’ watch f’me.” Your mouth fell open, long moans were all that left you. As you reached your peak, you instinctively hid your face in Rafe’s arm. He didn’t stop, not even as he used his free hand to grip your chin, turning you to face the mirror again, his eyes fixed on your reflection. You writhed in his hold as your orgasm washed over you, a satisfied sound coming from Rafe as you kept your gaze on the mirror. “Do y’like what you see yet?” He asked, though he knew the answer, fingers still inside of you. You shook your head, though you liked what you saw a little more, if only because you saw the way he looked at you. “No? Then y’gonna give me another one. And we’re gonna keep going till you tell me you like what y’see in the mirror.” Immediately he began again, having you clawing on the edge within minutes. 

When your second orgasm washed over you again, he asked, “What about now?” Again, you said no, and so he pulled another one out of you and another one, the sheets beneath you soaking with your messy releases. Though he knew very well that by your fourth orgasm you were likely lying about your answer, not that he was planning on stopping anytime soon anyway. 

a/n: requests are open

[grapejuice32]

there’s only one piece of fan art that haunts me at night and it’s the one of celaena holding onto sam’s dead body

[grapejuice32]

i wanna make another reader for obx…any suggestions? lmk in the asks if y’all have one

[grapejuice32]

I LOVE U SM🫶🏽

ILY ILY

[grapejuice32]

only my fav writer ever

clingy

pairing: puddin!reader x older!rafe

warnings: mdni, lottie do not read, nothing crazy but suggestive content, ddlg themes, use of 'daddy'.

word count: 1.6k+ words

a/n: this was supposed to be rachel's request but i got distracted and wanted to actually answer hers without scraping this. plus i needed to feed my children. try that french toast tho. it's soooo good

the first few days it would start off with small things. you would cling to rafe as if you were handcuffed to him. which wasn't necessarily out of the normal, but it came across differently than usual. you would press closer than normal when you were on his lap, refused to wear pants around, constantly touching him.

things had changed, that was for sure. everything that could've been ignored and excused before, couldn't really be anymore.

you wake up in rafe's bed, snuggling closer against his pillow and smiling as you inhale his scent. until you realize that's all it is, just his scent. you frown, reaching over to make sure. much to your dismay, he wasn't in bed with you.

you slip out of the bed, his shirt falling to your thighs. you rub the sleep from your eyes, feet following the noises making your ears perk up.

pans clattered in the kitchen, something scrape against a skillet. you turn the corner to see rafe, shirtless and making something on the stove.

"mornin', baby" he smiles.

"where did you go?" you frown, making your way over to him.

the second you're within distance you wrap your arms around him, head tilting up at him. his sweats hung lower than they should've on his hips, hair spiky from the cold shower he needed to take.

"to cook, puddin'. you're not hungry?" he mumbled, looking down at your pure expression.

you hum in response, nodding slightly. "what're you making?"

"you said the other day you wanted to try croissant french toast didn't you?"

you nod.

"well, i'm making it for you"

he places a soft kiss on your forehead and you stay there, watching him flip the croissants. your arms never leave him, clinging onto him like your life depended on it.

your clinginess doesn't go unnoticed by rafe who just shrugs it off simply because everything had heightened since that night. this wasn't necessarily out of the normal, not really.

his innocent little thing, his little girl.

he continues to make breakfast, working around your bear-worthy grip. he wouldn't dare tell you how much of an inconvenience it really was, not when you were looking up at him with those big brown eyes he loved.

when he finally finishes with the food he gently pries you off of him, setting you in the chair next to his. you frown as he brings your plates over, setting yours in front of you.

"i wanna sit with you" you frown as he settles into his own seat.

"puddin', you need to sit in your own seat so you can eat properly" he explains gently, running a hand over his hair.

he fights the urge to just pull you onto his lap without as much of a second thought. he didn't like denying you, with anything really, but especially himself. you were his and he was yours.

"okay" you huff.

he starts to eat his food but pauses mid bite when he sees you. you were pushing your food around with the fork, staring at it like this wasn't something you had begged for. his brows furrow, taking the bite and chewing on it a bit before he spoke.

"you actually gonna eat or just keep playing with your food?"

you pause, doing a double take at his voice.

"sorry" you mumble, taking a bite just to accompany your words.

he nods and takes another bite of his food. he continues to watch you out of the corner of his eye. you're just taking bites so that he won't question you.

"you alright, puddin'?"

"just wanna be close to you" you mutter, taking another reluctant bite.

his heart swells at yours words, welcoming them with an open mind. you were still adjusting to this new dynamic, what it entailed still being figured out by the both of you. he sighs, the somewhat stern facade revealing itself.

"come here" he sighs, patting his lap invitingly.

you slide over onto his lap, back pressing against his chest like usual. he pulls your plate over in front of you and wraps his arm around you possessively. his chin presses into your cheek lightly as he tries to eat with one hand.

you continue to stare at your food, not touching it even with the new position.

"eat" he murmurs, swallowing his bite.

you make no movement to eat and he decides right then that he's gonna get to the bottom of this.

"puddin', do you not want to eat?" he asks.

"no, i do" you say, looking back at him.

it's so subtle, just barely evident but he sees it—the flicker your eyes do between his hand and your fork. that's when it clicks for him.

"want me to feed you?"

you nod, relaxing at him finally putting the pieces together.

he nods in response, picking up his fork and bringing it to your lips. rafe continues to feed you like that until both your plates are clean. the act is so simple but it means the world to you right now. it's a big sign at just how clingy you were feeling today. you were relying on him for the simplest things, putting everything in his hands.

the second he started to feed you, you relaxed. it was an obvious observation: you were comfortable like this, you liked for him to baby you.

he sets his fork down, pulling you closer against him.

"better?" he asks softly.

you look back at him, nodding slowly. he can see the gears in your head turning, tossing an idea. he doesn't have much time to question you because before he could you leaned in to kiss him, rather sloppily too. there was nothing nice or innocent about the way you practically tried to devour him in a kiss.

he freezes slightly, taken aback by your sudden action. this wasn't necessarily like you. this behavior was overly clingy, overly affectionate. sure you were clingy and affectionate but this, this was something else.

"puddin'..."

"what?" you ask, trying to lean in to kiss him again but he stops you.

he holds you in place, away from him. he takes a moment to study your face, trying to figure out what had his little girl acting like this. his hand cups your face, nails digging into your cheeks gently as he tilts your head back. your eyes held something he couldn't quite place—affection, need, maybe submission?

"what's gotten into you?" he mutters.

"i liked the other night a lot" you confess, nibbling on the inside of your cheek.

he nods slowly, piecing together what you were getting at.

"i love you, daddy" you say, leaning in for another kiss.

at first, he allows himself to return it, letting you taste him as you pleased. but eventually he pulls away, shaking his head and realizing some boundaries needed to be put into place.

"puddin', slow down for a sec" he murmurs, pushing your face away a bit.

you whine at his rejection, a frown quickly forming on your face. your eyes trail over him, replaying the intimate moments in your head. they seeped into your brain and stuck to your hippocampus like sweetest, thickest honey you've had.

"hey, don't do that" he scolds softly, trying to stroke away your frown with his thumb.

"why can't we kiss again" you ask, shifting in his lap to face him now.

he swallows hard, hands moving to your thighs. it was getting harder and harder to deny what was happening here, your advances beginning to become too much for him to handle reject.

"because, you're not thinking straight" he says gruffly.

without giving you an opportunity to object, he gets up and sets you on the chair, grabbing your plates and bringing them to the sink. though it's hard, he tries his best to ignore your gaze burning into him. your brows furrow at the distance he had created between you.

oh no, that just wouldn't do.

"why are you doing this?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.

he doesn't give you an answer, wiping his wet hands dry on a hand towel.

your phone buzzes and he catches a glimpse of the pink notification. he takes the device into his hand, unlocking it and seeing the notification insinuating that you were ovulating.

oh? oh.

how didn't he pick up on it sooner?

"daddy?" you call, a little louder than before.

"you're not thinking straight baby, this is just your body going through something"

your eyes narrow at his dismissive words.

"i'm thinking just fine" you state, the sweetness in your tone gone. "i want to be with you, daddy"

"with me how, puddin'?" he questions, looking over at you finally.

the truth was, you didn't know the answer to that question. you just knew you wanted rafe in any way you could have him.

"why won't you touch me again?" you ask.

"puddin', it's not that simple" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"you keep saying that but i don't understand" you say, raising your voice.

"baby, we cannot..." he sighs, trailing off because he didn't know how to explain this to you nor was he in the state to.

he sees your face, the way your bottom lip quivers from his space—both physically and emotionally.

"i just wanna be close to you, daddy" you whisper.

"i know, baby" he sighs, nodding. "but i'm still trying to figure out how we do this"

silence filled the space between you.

eventually rafe gave in a bit, allowing you to lay your head on his lap while you watched tv in the living room. he coiled one of your curls around his fingers, other hand sliding back and forth on the tanned skin of your thigh.

he needed to figure this out.

quickly.

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[grapejuice32]

Hey I just wanna say I love ur writing🫶🏽 for the angel reader wanting to try new things could i request Rafe initiating smut while driving? Like maybe touching her or they have car sex 💕

Car Sex

Rafe x angel!reader

more angel!reader here main masterlist here

warnings: unprotected sex, semi public sex, overstimulation Rafe is kinda mean at the start, MIMA DONT READ THIS

word count: 2.2k + a/n: I got a bit carried away...tysm for the ask, angel ily 💕 send an ask here with this🥀 for the experimentation series!

The two of you were driving home from the mainland, you’d wanted to this antique shop and had insisted Rafe take you, you hadn’t shut up about it until he told you to get in the car. You’d been there for hours, one of Rafe’s hands had been holding various shopping bags, his other entwined with yours as you led him around the shop, not that he’d minded. What he did mind was what you were wearing, it’d been driving him insane all day. Your skirt was shorter than you normally wore, and it kept riding up, and did you know that your top was kind of see through? Were you doing this on purpose, trying to taunt him? 

Much to his dismay, on the way home there’d been a lot of traffic, so much so that he’d turned the engine off, the car not having moved for at least half an hour. You were getting restless, constantly fidgeting in your seat ad you tried to get more comfortable while you continued to wait. His breath caught in his throat as you flashed him the crotch of your underwear in the midst of all your moving about. Trying not to stare, he cleared his throat and looked back up at the jammed road. 

Still, you continued to shift, getting far too hot, even with the windows open. You huffed as time ticked on and kneeled on your seat, sticking your head out the window to try and see what was causing all the traffic. You leant further forward and in doing so flashed him your underwear, yet again. His jaw clenched, wishing nothing more that the two of you were at home right now. Growing increasingly frustrated, in more ways than one, Rafe took his hand off the gear stick and grabbed the bottom of your skit, harshly pulling it down and tugging you slightly back inside of the car too. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, genuine innocence about the situation in your eyes. 

His chest ached at the look on your face, you were just so goddamn pretty that it hurt. But his voice came out firm, his frustration beginning to spill over. “Flashing the whole goddamn road y’panties like some fuckin’ slut.” 

“Oh,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes at the tone he was using. “I’m sorry, Rafe. Just wanted to see what was going on, can tell you want to go home.” You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to cry as you picked at fabric of your skirt. When he spoke to you in the bedroom like that, you loved it, but right now? Not so much. 

“Shit, ‘m sorry. Okay?” Instant regret washed over him, he hated making you cry and yet couldn’t deny that even while crying you looked so fucking beautiful. “Just don’t want everyone t’ see you like that.” You nodded, trying and failing to conceal the few tears that had managed to slip down your cheeks. He felt like a terrible person as the sight that should’ve hurt him made him strain against his pants more than he already had been. 

Just as he finished speaking, the traffic began to finally move and Rafe got out of it as soon as possible and when he did, he drove off the main road and used some other narrow back roads so there was no possibility of getting stuck in another traffic jam as he wasn’t sure he’d be able to bear it. As he carried on driving, he kept stealing glances of you sat silently in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long before he’d finally had enough of the silent treatment, quickly growing tired of you not answering when he spoke to you. He pulled over and parked the car on one of the empty roads and turned to face you. 

“What?” you mumbled, still not looking up at him. “Why’d you stop, thought you wanted to go home so I don’t embarrass you in front of everyone. 

He inhaled sharply trying to keep calm, but you were really testing him. “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth jus’ cause y’havin’ a sulk.”

“You’re being mean,” you mumbled sadly, gaze fixed on your skirt. “Wore this for you, I thought you’d like it.” 

“I do like it, angel.” He softened. “Jus’ been driving me crazy all day, ‘m sorry, know I’ve been mean.” You were quiet, a pout on your face. He couldn’t help but sigh, he didn’t mean to upset you further than he already had. “C’mere,” he said as he moved his seat back to make space for you.

A moment of reluctance passed you, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted the comfort as you crawled over the console and placed your legs either side of him and lay your face in the crook of his neck. His arms were fast to wrap around you, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. The skirt bunched up at your hips and as you shifted, you caught your clit on the large tent in his pants. He stiffened, his cock so hard that every slight movement from you was unbearable. You bit your lip in contemplation before shifting again, trying to be subtle and act innocent about what you were doing. 

To be completely honest, you wore the skirt for a reason, you knew it would rile him up and you’d wanted that. But the traffic hadn’t been anticipated, so when he lost his temper with you, you’d been completely caught off guard. “Rafe,” you whispered, lips brushing against his neck. 

“Hm?” His fingers slowly starting to dig into your hips with every small move you made. But you didn’t say anything more, instead your hands wandered down between the two of you and you began to undo his jeans. He said your name in confusion, but you still said nothing and just worked his trousers off of him, freeing him from the confines of his boxers. He hissed as your hand wrapped around his length, your glassy eyes meeting his, but he just leant down to kiss you. 

You hummed into it before sitting up, hovering over his bare lap. He knew what you wanted and helped you to pull your underwear to the side, both of you moaning as you sank down on him. A shaky breath left your lips as you accommodated to his size, always catching you off guard. Slowly, you began to move up and down, his hands remained on your hips, but he didn’t do anything to help you. After a few minutes of your slow pace, the both of you wanted more and you looked to him for help, your cheeks flushed. “Need help,” the words were so soft that he could’ve missed them. 

“Need help, what?” He wanted to get a reaction out of you. 

You whined, “Rafe.” Not in the mood to be teased, you just wanted to feel good, “Help me.”

“You’re a big girl, y’can do it yourself, c’mon.” He instructed, removing his hands from your waist and letting them drop to his sides as he watched your pitiful attempt. 

You tried to do as he said, but you couldn’t do it right and it caused tears of frustration to well in your eyes. “Rafe,” you cried again.

But he shook his head, not giving you the sympathy you wanted. “This is what y’wanted, so y’can do it yourself.” You opened your mouth to disagree, confusion written across your face. He just breathed a laugh, “What, y’think I don’t know ‘s why you wore this fuckin’ skirt, hm?” Your silence was all he needed, “ ‘s what I thought. So y’can do it yourself.”

“Please,” you practically sobbed, your walls clenching around him desperately. 

A small smirk pulled at his lips, “What was that?”

You repeated yourself, whining pathetically as you did. “Need you so bad, please Rafe. Jus’ need you to help me.”

“There we go, ‘s all I wanted to hear.” He finally placed his hands on your hips, lifting you up before slamming you back down on his cock all the while bucking his hips up, meeting your movements. Your head fell forwards onto his chest, your walls squeezing him and sucking him in. “Want y’to cum.”

“Can’t,” you shook your head, moans slipping out between your words, “not close yet.”

“No? Not close yet?” He said in mock offense, “ ‘s it not good enough for you? I’ll just stop then, shall I?” Pausing his movements, his cock stilled inside of you. 

“No, don’t stop, don’t stop. Please.” You protested wildly, your make up an absolute state. 

He hummed, one of his hands leaving your hips to pinch your clit, a yelp leaving you. “Then do what I fuckin’ say.” He left you seated in his lap and started to thrust up into you, his fingers relentlessly rubbing and tugging on your clit. You were a shaking mess on top of him, your knuckles white as you gripped his shirt in your fists. A long and loud moan left your lips, just as you were about to cum, a car pulled up behind you both. 

The two of you froze, Rafe looking at the side view mirrors to see someone getting out the car. He grabbed his discarded jacket from the back seat and threw it over his lap, covering the point where the two of you met. Clearing his throat, he rolled down his window, his other hand still putting pressure on your clit. You buried your face in his chest as a man came up to the open window. 

“Car trouble?” He asked, surveying the two of you. 

Rafe shook his head, “Nah, she’s just havin’ a hard day. Jus’ needed a sec.” The man hummed, him and Rafe starting to converse. Much to your dismay, Rafe and the man just kept talking, you weren’t sure how Rafe was acting so normal. Just as you thought the guy would leave, Rafe said something that prolonged their talk and as he did, he began to start rubbing firm circles on your clit. Your teeth dug into your lip, your grip on his shirt becoming impossibly tighter. You did your best to keep quiet but couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out as he pressed down and started making harder circles on your clit, occasionally pinching the swollen bundle of nerves. “Y’okay, baby?” He asked as if he wasn’t the reason for your cry. 

You nodded and tried to play it off, only for him to adjust the way he was sat slightly, his tip pressing against the spongy spot inside of you, pulling yet another whimper from you. “You sure, you’re okay?” He asked again, you could hear the smug tone of his voice, his words lined with amusement. After what felt like years, Rafe stopped speaking to the man who then got back in his car and drove off, leaving the two of you alone once again. 

He increased the speed he was rubbing your clit and bucked his hips up into you, your cunt so wet that it squelched as he began his thrusts again. “Think y’can cum f’me now?” Instantly, you nodded, one more thrust from him sending you over the edge, your body consumed by sheer ecstasy. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside of you, not relenting from his quick thrusts. 

He didn’t stop, his hand on your hip wound around your waist, holding you down on his lap, his other continuing it’s incessant circles around your clit. You whined from overstimulation but didn’t protest, too fucked out and desperate for more. He didn’t have to keep his pace going for long before you were cumming around him again, and this time he followed after you. Letting out a loud moan of his own as he spilled his warm cum inside of you, thrusting gently to work you both through your climaxes and unintentionally fucking it further into your womb. 

“Too much,” you whispered as his gentle thrust continued. He stopped not long after that, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping the tears that had collected under your eyes. After the two of you had caught your breath, he helped you settle back in your seat, handing you his jacket to wrap around yourself as he drove back home. As your eyes fell shut, you couldn’t help but feel victorious, having gotten what you wanted. 

Sighing, you reached your hand out to Rafe, wanting to hold onto him in any way you could. A smile pulled at his lips at your gesture, you always wanted to be able to touch him when you got like this and to him it was undeniably one of the sweetest things about you. He intertwined his fingers with yours, keeping one hand on the wheel, and let you bring your connected hands into your lap. He drove slowly, no longer in a rush to get home. For now, he’d forget about the fact you wore the skirt to tease him on purpose, something he hadn’t expect from you. But next time? Oh, next time you pulled something like that, he’d be sure to teach you a lesson for messing with him like that. 

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New Piercings

Rafe x angel!reader

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warnings: suggestive themes

word count: 700 + a/n: angel gets her nipples pierced and rafe is enamoured.

You’d been out of the house all day, that in itself was odd, so the fact that you had been gone all day had left Rafe sort of concerned. He’d been trying to get some work done, but despite himself, he had gotten nothing done and had instead spending time pacing back on the living room floor. When the door opening sounded, he practically jumped for joy, a huge weight lifting from his chest as the familiar sound of your feet on the floor echoed through the halls. You walked into the living room, various shopping bags hanging off of your arms, your hair hanging loose and windswept. 

“Hey, baby.” He practically sang, soaring at the sight of you. “What’d y’get up to?” You threw your bags down onto the couch, various items inside of them clinking together and clothes rustling.

“Just went out shopping,” you shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, which he supposed it wasn’t but in the time you two had been living together, you’d never done this, and he couldn’t help that he’d been caught off guard about it. 

He smiled, the sight of you was quite refreshing. “Have a good time?” You nodded, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest so you could look up at him. 

Later that night, he was lying in bed, his arms crossed behind his head as he followed your movements around the room, watching you get ready for bed. He looked away briefly until a glint from your chest caught his attention took off your shirt and he had to do a double take as you pulled one of his t-shirts over his head, the size of it dwarfing you. “The fuck is that?” he asked.

“Hm?” your hum was epitome of innocence as you turned to face him. 

He sat up, resting his back against the headboard and reached his hand to, gesturing you over to him, “C’mere.” You traipsed over to him, and swung your leg over his waist, straddling him, your (his) t-shirt riding up your thighs. “Show me,” his voice was soft, but it wasn’t a request. 

A smile tugged at your lips, and you fiddled with the end of the shirt, “Show you what?” 

He squinted his eyes at you, giving you a look, “C’mon, show me.” Relenting, you pulled the bottom of the shirt up, exposing your bare chest, the new jewellery glinting in the room’s dim lighting. “Shit, baby.” He mumbled, lips parted as he took in your newly pierced chest, awestricken. He reached his hands out hesitantly, but then stopped himself, not wanting to make them get infected. “Oh, ‘s so pretty, angel.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, as if his awe wasn’t written all over his face. He just nodding, unable to look away. 

He cleared his throat, “How long till um…how long until I can touch ‘em?”

“A few weeks,” you mumbled. A pained look dawned on him and he closed his eyes in dismay which you took as a signal to pull your shirt down. 

His eyes shot open, “Woah, woah. Hey, hey.” He said as if he was calming a beast, his large hands pawing at your shirt as he pulled it back up to expose your chest again. “Fuck, ‘s so pretty.” He groaned, helping you pulled your shirt off of you so he could pepper kisses all over your bare skin, everywhere but where he really wanted to. “Ugh, I love you. ‘s so fuckin’ perfect.” He admired, his breathing deep as he splayed his hands across your back, lightly sucking at the junction of your neck and your shoulder.

“Can’t wait t’touch you, you look so perfect.”  He continued to mutter things into your skin, his lips growing as close as they could to where he really wanted them, resisting only so that he didn’t ruin them from healing. He sighed heavily, leaning forwards and leaning his forehead against your shoulder, careful not to touch your freshly pierced chest. Licking his lips, he tried to pull himself together, already dreading how pent up he would be the next few weeks but consoling himself with the thoughts of just how good it would be when he could finally, finally touch them. 

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Ok this idea its genius, I'm not sure it's a kink itself but...

Slapping kink(?🥀

Rafe x angel!reader

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warnings: MDNI, unprotected sex, degradation, face slapping

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The idea had dawned upon your one day, Rafe had been working in the home office he’d set up and you could hold off from asking. The sound of your sock covered feet cladding across the floor paired with your jewellery softly clinking had alerted Rafe of your nearing presence. He looked up from his laptop as you entered the room, he leant back in his chair to accommodate you as you sat yourself in his lap, his arms instantly winding around your waist. A satisfied hum sounded from you as he pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling you closer to him. “I want you to slap me,” you mumbled, deciding to just rip off the band aid and ask him.

“You what?” He was taken aback, his eyes creasing at the sides as his brows pulled together. He moved a hand from your waist, taking your chin in his hand to tilt you head up to him, meeting your eyes. 

You cleared your throat, “You said to think of some things, and I thought.” You shrugged casually, as if you hadn’t just asked him to do something that could hurt you. 

“And that’s what y’came up with?” Bewilderment was clear in his tone, the firmness in his voice making you instantly feel humiliated. Licking your lips you tried to pull yourself out of his lap, feeling embarrassed that you’d even bothered bringing it up. But his arms tightened, not letting you get up, you squirmed around a bit before deciding to just remain where you were. He sighed and rethought about how to convey his feelings to you, “Look, ‘s fine. Don’t want you t’be embarrassed, alright?”

You clenched your jaw, only briefly meeting his eyes, unable to escape the feeling weighing down on you. “You think it’s weird. Right?” You said the words like a declaration, trying to make it a fact before he’d even said anything further. 

“Hey, no. I didn’t say that did I?” He rolled his neck and breathed deeply, trying to contain himself as he thought about your request. “Jus’ wasn’t expecting it, okay? If that’s somethin’ you wanna try, then fine. But if y’don’t like it, you tell me. Immediately. Understand?” You nodded your head quickly, as if you were afraid he’d take it back. “Okay, then.” He said, more to himself than to you. “I have t’get back t’work now.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, leaning up to leave a kiss on his jaw before you let him get back to work and walked yourself back into the room he was still yet to see.

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You were gripping onto your soft sheets for dear life as Rafe continued to thrust into you relentlessly. He had your legs hooked over his shoulders, his tip curving to hit that spot inside of you with each thrust, his cock snug against your cervix. You were embarrassingly close already, and he knew. He always knew. Your eyes fell shut as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to conceal the embarrassingly loud moans that you were ready to let out. 

His hand was suddenly on your face, squishing your cheeks together so you released your lip. “Hey,” he said firmly, trying to get your attention, wanting your eyes on him. But you barely processed it, too fucked out to take proper notice. He hesitated for a second before lightly slapping your face causing a soft moan to leave you, still not gaining him your full attention. “I said, hey.” His words were harsher now, as was the slap he delivered to your cheek, your eyes shooting open. For a split second, he was worried that he was about to be met with tears, but no. Instead, he was met with a long moan ripping from your throat, your gummy walls clenching around him, making you impossibly tighter around him. 

“Oh, you like that, hm?” He chuckled cruelly, “Thought I got myself an angel, but instead I just ended up with a filthy whore, didn’t I?” Once again, your walls tightened, sucking him into you. Your ever increasing wetness filled the rooms with sick sounds of him pounding into you. He groaned as you arched your back, his hand squishing your cheeks together again, his grip tighter than it had been before. His free arm moved to curl beneath your ached back, pulling you up closer to him, allowing him to be impossibly deeper inside of you. A cry of his name left you swollen lips and he took it upon himself to degrade you further, never having thought that you would react like this. “Already about to cum and we’ve barely started.” He scoffed in faux disgust, “Y’just such a slut f’my cock. Aren’t you?” You nodded, but he wasn’t satisfied. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I am, ‘m just, for you, I-“ you babbled mindlessly, unable to string together a proper sentence, drunk on the euphoric feeling of him inside of you. “Rafe,” you whined as you grew impossibly close.

“Oh, I know. ‘s okay, gonna cum f’me, yeah?” You nodded again, tears lining your eyes at the intensity of it as you began to writhe beneath him. “Go on then, do it.” Pitchy whines were all he got in response, your heels digging into his upper back. “Either you cum now, or you don’t cum at all.” The words had you clenching around him once again, the sound of his throaty moan filling your ears and throwing you over the edge. 

Your orgasm hit you hard, the force of it had you throwing you head back, your mouth open in a silent scream. He swore as he watched you, giving you a few more hard thrusts before pulling out. His hand left your face as he jerked himself off, his warm cum spilling onto your stomach, his hips stuttering in his own hand, curses leaving his lips as his eyes remained glued on your face. Your legs fell from his shoulders as you came down from it, a wave of exhaustion hitting you. 

He slipped out of the bed leaving you there dazed before he returned shortly, all cleaned up with a damp cloth in his hand. Gently, he wiped up the mess he’d made on your stomach after cleaning up your own mess that had run down the backs of your thighs. He threw the cloth somewhere to the side, something you’d likely berate him about later. 

The mattress sank as he lay next to you, your body instantly curling into his side. “You okay?” His voice was soft and warm, you nodded. “Didn’t hurt you?” His voice sounded far away and your mind felt clouded over as you shook your head. He whispered a small, “Okay,” under his breath, his lips cool against your flushed skin as he kissed the area he’d slapped. You mumbled something along the lines of ‘I liked it’ and he only breathed a laugh, “I could tell,” his tongue darted out, moistening his lips, “wasn’t too mean to you?” Once again, you shook your head, “Y’know you’re still my angel, yeah? Always gonna be my angel.” He reassured, not that you needed it, but a giddy feeling rose to your chest anyway. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you listened to the sounds of his breathing. You cleared your throat, you’re not quite there state having given you the confidence to finally tell him what you’d been aching to say. “I love you,” you finally said. His breath caught in his throat, not sure if he’d heard you right. You repeated the words, and he couldn’t help the way that his eyes began to sting, you’d finally said it after weeks of him waiting. The sudden eye contact you made with him left him blinking away the dampness, “Been waiting for the right time to finally tell you.”

He didn’t say anything, his throat bobbing as he swallowed and let out a breath. A smile tugged at his lips and he just pulled you to lay on top of him, both of you comforted by the way your bare skin pressed against his. “I love you too, gonna love you forever.” He promised, laying kisses along your hairline, looking down at you with gleaming eyes. He never thought he’d get to have this life, but you’d given it to him and so he would give you all of himself to you in return. 

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Let’s Experiment

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angel!reader x rafe

can we experiment? : angel tells rafe she wants to experiment with more bedroom things

choking rafe : angel chokes rafe

face slapping : angel asks rafe to slap her

car sex : angel and rafe have sex in the car

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Hiii babyy, I loved this idea

Choking rafe 🥀

Choking Rafe 🥀

Rafe x angel!reader

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warnings: MDNI, ch0king, dry humping

word count: 649 a/n: tysm for the ask babyyy! send an ask here with this🥀 for the experimentation series!

You were seated in his lap, the two of you messily making out. Your hands are everywhere, trailing up and down his exposed upper half, his shirt strewn somewhere on the floor. His hands remained still, holding onto your hips as he rocked you back and forth on his lap, the two of you only separated by two thin layers of fabric. Your fingers brushed over his shoulders, making your way up to hold his face in your palms. Rafe pushed himself up into you, a gasp leaving your lips and your hands freezing on his neck, gripping it tightly as if to anchor yourself. Rafe’s breath hitched and the both of you paused everything, your eyes flickering down to where you had your hands wrapped around his throat. 

Panic swirled in your chest and you met his eyes, hurriedly removing your hands from is neck and dropping them in your lap. You bit your lip anxiously, afraid you’d done something wrong as he looked at you with wide eyes. His hands left your hips and he placed one on your cheek as the other took hold of one of your neck and brought it back up to his neck. You swallowed thickly, stretching out your hand to gently grip his throat. Both of you were breathing heavily and you looked at him for confirmation he was okay with this. He licked his lips and nodded, searching your face before pulling you down closer to him, his lips meeting yours again. Your bodies were pressed together, the two of you getting lost in the kiss as you began to roll your hips again, his large bulge hitting your clothed clit just right. 

The air was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, small whines leaving you as you continued to move on top of him. Your grip on his neck tightened as you pressed yourself into him more, the pressure on your clit leaving your toes curling. The pressure of your hand around his neck combined with the feeling of you rubbing yourself against him caused a loud moan to leave his lips, the sound sending a wave of pleasure straight to your core. You lay your forehead against his, your lips parted as you breathed heavily. Your breath mingling with his as his mouth remained open, long moans leaving him, only separated by him murmuring your name. 

“Rafe” you whined in a sigh of pleasure, his hands back on your hips to help push you. Your touch on his neck growing firmer and firmer as you grew close, the ache in your stomach becoming overwhelming.  

He bucked his hips up into you, “I know, angel,” his voice was gruff, every word lined with desperation. “Fuck,” he exhaled, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips. You pressed your lips back to his, swallowing his moans as he rutted up into you before you were suddenly able to feel a very obvious wet spot on his boxers where he’d cum. The feeling caused you to move faster, a cry escaping you before finally you felt the intensity of your orgasm wash over you. 

The two of you were silent, both of you panting heavily as you came down from it, your hand still loosely wrapped around his neck. You sat up, letting go of his neck and licked you lips, “That was um,” you mumbled.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “yeah.” A small yet exhilarated smile grew on your face as you looked down at him, his forehead covered in a sheen of sweat, stray strands of his hair sticking to his skin. “I um,” he started but cut himself off as he breathed a laugh, “can we do that again?” He asked lowly, him being the shy one for once and you nodded, more than happy to do that as many times as he wanted.

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❛ THE POGUES INTERRUPTING YOU AND RAFE MID-FUCK ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

The room was a haze of heat and shadows, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and the rhythmic creak of the bedframe. Rafe Cameron’s powerful body hovered over you, his skin slick with sweat, muscles rippling under the dim glow of a flickering bedside lamp.

His hands were everywhere—gripping, claiming, possessive. One hand pinned both of your wrists above your head, his fingers tight enough to bruise, while the other roamed your body, sliding from your throat to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh until you gasped.

His hips slammed into yours with a punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and unrelenting, his cock filling you completely, stretching you in a way that made your entire body shudder with pleasure.

Your thighs were splayed wide, trembling as they hooked around his waist, your heels digging into the taut muscles of his lower back, urging him deeper, harder.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Rafe growled, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with raw desire. His blue eyes burned into yours, darkened with lust, his pupils blown wide as he watched your face contort with every thrust.

He shifted his angle, his cock dragging against that sensitive spot inside you, and you cried out, your back arching off the bed, breasts pressing against his chest. The friction of his skin against your hardened nipples sent sparks shooting through you, and you clenched around him, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down, his tongue tracing the curve of your jaw before his teeth nipped at your pulse point, hard enough to leave a mark.

Your hands strained against his grip, desperate to touch him, to claw at the corded muscles of his shoulders, but he held you firm, his control absolute. The bed groaned under the force of his movements, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his hips—thud, thud, thud—a primal beat that echoed the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies colliding.

Your slick arousal coated him, making each thrust smoother, deeper, the slide of his cock inside you almost too much to bear.

Your moans were loud, unrestrained, mingling with his ragged grunts as he fucked you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation, like he was trying to claim every inch of you, to brand you as his.

“Rafe—oh God, please,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the pleasure built, a tight coil in your core that threatened to snap. Your hips bucked up to meet his, chasing the high, your thighs quivering as his hand slid from your breast to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with ruthless precision.

The added stimulation made you see stars, your head thrashing against the pillow, hair sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead. “I’m so close,” you gasped, your words barely coherent as he drove into you harder, his cock hitting so deep it felt like he was splitting you open.

He groaned at your words, his pace faltering for a split second before he doubled down, his thrusts growing even more brutal, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost feral, as he pressed his thumb harder against your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that pushed you right to the edge.

Your body tensed, every muscle taut as the orgasm ripped through you, a white-hot wave that made you scream his name, your walls clamping down around him so tightly he cursed under his breath.

Your vision blurred, your body shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through it, his hips never slowing, prolonging the ecstasy until you were a trembling, panting mess beneath him.

He wasn’t done. Rafe released your wrists, and your hands immediately flew to his back, nails raking down his spine, leaving angry red welts that made him growl in approval. He grabbed your hips with both hands, lifting you slightly off the bed to meet his thrusts, the new angle letting him hit even deeper.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to where your bodies joined, watching his cock disappear into your dripping heat with every stroke.

“Taking me so fucking well.” His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you clenched around him again, your body still sensitive from your climax but greedy for more.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in his sweat-soaked hair, pulling his face down to yours. His lips crashed against yours, the kiss messy and hungry, all teeth and tongue, his stubble scraping your chin as he devoured you.

You could taste the salt of his sweat, the faint tang of whiskey on his breath, and it only made you want him more. Your tongue slid against his, matching his intensity, and he moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you as he thrust harder, his balls slapping against your ass with every movement.

The world was nothing but Rafe—his weight pressing you into the mattress, his scent filling your lungs, his cock driving into you with a relentless, almost punishing force.

You were so lost in him, in the heat and the pleasure and the way he owned every part of you, that you didn’t hear the footsteps outside the door, didn’t register the voices until it was too late.

The door burst open with a loud crash, the knob hitting the wall, and the Pogues spilled into the room, their laughter and chatter cutting off abruptly as they froze, taking in the scene.

JJ was the first to react, his beer bottle slipping from his hand and hitting the floor with a dull thud. “Holy fuck! Are you kidding me?!” he shouted, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and disgust, though a smirk was already curling his lips.

Rafe stilled instantly, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body tense as he whipped his head toward the intruders.

His hands tightened on your hips, possessive, protective, but he didn’t move to cover you, his glare pure venom as he locked eyes with JJ.

Your heart pounded, mortification flooding you as you scrambled to pull the sheet over yourself, but Rafe’s weight kept it pinned beneath you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable under the Pogues’ stares.

John B stood in the doorway, a joint dangling from his fingers, his jaw slack as he muttered, “Dude, what the hell? Ever heard of a lock?” Sarah, next to him, looked like she was trying not to laugh, but her eyes were wide with surprise, her hand half-raised as if to shield her view.

Kiara’s face was a mask of disgust, her arms crossed tightly as she snapped, “This is why we hate you, Cameron. Fucking gross.”

Pope, as usual, was the quiet one, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling, his cheeks flushed as he mumbled, “I didn’t sign up for this.”

JJ, never one to let an opportunity slide, leaned against the doorframe, his smirk growing as he took in Rafe’s flushed, sweat-slicked body and your disheveled state.

“Well, shit, Kook king, you’re really givin’ it to her, huh? Didn’t think you had it in you.” His eyes flicked to you, and he winked, his tone dripping with mockery. “You good, princess? Sounds like you’re gettin’ the full Rafe Cameron experience.”

��Get the fuck out, Maybank,” Rafe snarled, his voice low and dangerous, his body still pressed against yours, shielding you as best he could without moving.

His cock twitched inside you, and you bit your lip to stifle a gasp, the sensation sending a confusing mix of arousal and embarrassment through you. The tension in the room was electric, the hatred between Rafe and the Pogues crackling like a live wire.

You tried to speak, your voice shaky and breathless. “Guys, just—go. Please.”

Your cheeks burned, your body still humming from the intensity of Rafe’s touch, and the last thing you needed was JJ’s smartass commentary or Kiara’s judgmental glare.

Sarah was the first to move, grabbing JJ’s arm and yanking him back. “Let’s go, idiots,” she said, her voice firm but laced with amusement.

“They’re clearly… busy.” John B snorted, already turning to leave, while Kiara shot one last disgusted look at Rafe before following. Pope practically bolted, muttering something about “needing bleach for his eyes.”

JJ lingered, his grin wicked as he pointed at Rafe. “Don’t let us stop you, Cameron. Keep fuckin’ up her world.” He dodged the shoe Rafe hurled at him, laughing as he finally backed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

The second the door closed, Rafe’s lips were on yours again, his kiss fierce and possessive, like he was trying to erase the Pogues’ intrusion from both your minds.

“Fucking Pogues,” he growled against your mouth, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into you with renewed intensity.

You moaned, the sudden movement catching you off guard, your body arching into his as he picked up where he left off, his cock driving into you with a force that made your breath hitch.

“Let’s make sure they hear you this time,” he whispered, his voice dark and dangerous, his hands gripping your hips as he fucked you harder, faster, the bed creaking loudly beneath you.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body already climbing toward another release as the world outside faded away, leaving only Rafe and the overwhelming pleasure he gave you.

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Can We Experiment?

Rafe x angel!reader

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The both of you were laying in the grass of your now shared garden, the sun shining brightly onto you and warming your skin. You were resting your head on Rafe’s shoulder, your fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on the defined muscles of his abdomen, his upper body bare. Your mind had been wandering for the past half an hour, lost in a world of your own, “Rafe” you said softly, getting his attention and breaking his train of thought.

“Hm?” he hummed, continuing to run his fingers back and forth over the exposed skin on your waist. 

“I want to try more things,” you mumbled vaguely. He squinted his eyes as he tried to figure out what you meant. 

“Things…?” He asked in confusion, not quite catching onto what you were alluding to.

Licking your lips, you sighed and spoke again, more timid than before, “Like, bedroom things…”

“What, y’mean sex things?” He turned his head to look down at you, wanting your confirmation. You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “Oh,” he cleared his throat, “ ‘s not, is it not good? D’you not like what we’re doin’?”

“No, I do,” you assured quickly before your voice dropped again, “I just, I wanna try more things.”

He sat up, resting his weight on his elbow as he leant over you, his body blocking the sun. “Yeah?” You nodded once again and he smiled lightly, dropping his head down so his nose was brushing against yours, “Things like what?” 

“New things,” you mumbled, your eyes looking deeply into his. 

“Okay,” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours briefly, “gotta start thinkin’ up some things f’me then, yeah?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, murmuring, “okay” against his lips as you pulled him back down, his body pressed against your own, excitement burning in your chest at the prospect of all the things you would try out. 

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Long Day

Nanami Kento x reader

warnings: MDNI, unprotected sex

~ nanami has a long day and needs to get his frustration out

word count: 475 a/n: tysm for 400 followers that's so insane!!

He’d had a long day at work, and he’d been kept from going home for longer than he’d intended to. So, when he came through the door, you’d expected him to tiredly greet you, eat and got to bed, yet that couldn’t be more far from the truth of what’d happened. Instead, he came home pent up, his footsteps louder on the floor than they usually were and his breathing heavy when he greeted you without the loving kiss placed on your forehead that you were used to. 

Now, you were bent over the dining table, one of his large hands gripping your hips as his fingers dug into the skin there, while his other was tangled in your hair, holding your head up off the cold surface of the table. He was thrusting into you fast and hard, his hips slapping against your ass, the room filled with sounds of slapping skin, your wanton moans and his depraved grunts and groans. Your pretty dress was bunched up over your waist, underwear pulled to the side, his trousers and boxers dropped down and hanging around his ankles. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re so, ah- so wet for me.” His voice was low, the sound alone shooting straight to your core. Your clit was throbbing, remaining untouched by him but it would rub against the table just right when he thrusted particularly hard.

His chest pressed against your back as he lent over you, using his leverage on your hair to turn you head, his lips messily meeting yours. The new angle pushing him deeper into you, his cock rubbing against your cervix and the tip hitting your g-spot. His mouth swallowed the sound of your cries, your eyes rolling back and your nails digging into the surface of the table. “Ke-kento, I-“ you cut yourself off with another moan, his lips leaving yours to suck at your neck. 

“I know, sweetheart. Gonna cum, hm? Go on, ah fuck, c-cum around my cock.” He stuttered over his words as your gummy walls clenched around him. Your watering eyes squeezed shut as you came, the white hot pleasure shooting through your entire body. “Fuck, so tight around me, I’m gon-shit.” He moaned, his hips stuttering as he pumped his ropes of warm cum into you. He continued to roll his hips into you, working the both of you through your climaxes before he collapsed against you. “Thank you, sweetheart. Just needed that so bad.” He mumbled into your ear, you hummed quietly, blinking slowly as you came down from your high. The both of you hissed as he pulled out of you, before swiftly picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter as he ran a bath for the two of you, not wanting his girl to be too sore the next day.

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Move In?

Rafe x angel!reader

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word count: 700+ a/n: angel asks Rafe to move in with her

It was midday and the two of you had been lounging around, just relaxing and watching a film together while snuggled up on the couch. You’d taken a break from the film, leaving it paused for Rafe who went to the bathroom, your eyes glued to one of the tapestries on your walls, taking in all the details. As he made his way back over to you, he passed by the room that you always kept locked, “Y’know, I know everything ‘bout you apart from what’s in that room.”

You just nodded before desperately trying to change the subject, “You have a lot of stuff here.” He smiled, taking his place besides you on your couch, immediately wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side, only responding to you with a hum. “You’re also here a lot,” you continued, your gaze still fixed but no longer focused on the tapestry. He remained quiet, signalling you to continue speaking, “You also bought it off of my parents for me, so you technically own the house. So, if you think about it, this is really your house.”

“No, ‘s your house, angel. ‘s got all your stuff in it, and you’ve lived here f’years.” Amusement was clear in his tone.

“But it’s also got your stuff in it,” you countered, trying to make your point. 

He just shrugged, “Well I’ll just take my stuff if ‘s a problem, you only have t’ ask.” You shook your head quickly, that was the opposite of what you wanted.

“Or…you could just bring all your stuff here,” you spoke slowly, feeling slight shy about the conversation now that you’d actually said what you really wanted. 

He sighed, “I guess, but then it’d jus’ be in y’way and it wouldn’t help with the way you’re feeling.” You had to fight back from face palming, never having thought he was stupid until this moment. Rafe knew what you were asking, of course he did, but he just wanted to hear you say it. 

“But isn’t it easier if it’s all here if you’re always here?” you tried, hoping maybe that would help him realise what you were trying and failing to ask in the direct way you’d rehearsed in your head. 

“Oh,” he pondered, “I guess I’ll jus’ try and be here less. Don’t wanna get in the way, y’know.” 

Your eyebrows raised and you lips parted, this was the opposite of what you wanted. The panic caused you to speak faster, “Or you could just have all your stuff here and you could always be here and then we can just always be here together.”

“I don’t think I understand,” he said, playing clueless. 

You sighed and threw your head back for a moment before looking at him properly, “Like, we could live here. Both of us…together.”

“Oh,” he exhaled, “oh, like, have me move in?” He asked, as if he hadn’t figured you out at the start of this conversation. You nodded, biting your lower lip to hide your nervous smile. “And y’want that?” He had to check, just to be sure. You nodded again, your face begin to burn with a blush of embarrassment as you got ready for him to turn down your offer. “Then I’d love that.”

“Really?” You weren’t sure why you thought he’d say no, but you’d convinced yourself he would. 

“ ‘f course, then I get to be ‘round my girl every day, hm?”

“You’re already around me every day.” You mumbled beneath your grin. 

He chuckled and leant in closely to you, placing a kiss on your temple before murmuring in your ear. “Does this mean I get t’ see what’s in the secret room now?”

You paused, as if you were thinking before bluntly saying “No.” Turning your head back to the tv and switching the movie back on. The action causing Rafe to throw his head back and laugh at your antics. 

“I’ll get in there one day, just you see.” He teased loudly, causing you to ‘shh’ him, when your favourite character started to speak in the film, favourite of course meaning the one you had a crush on, causing him to mumble beneath his breath grumpily, trying to ignore the jealousy that flared up inside him at your attention fixed on a man other than him, even if it was a fictional one.

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I don’t think I’ve yearned for anyone the way I yearn for Levi Ackerman

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Bad Dream

Rafe x angel!reader

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warnings: cockwarming

word count: 700+ a/n: angel has a bad dream and just wants to feel close to rafe

You were curled into his side, one of his arms wrapped around you as you slept. His finger trailed aimlessly over the soft skin of your arm while he scrolled on his phone doing something or the other work related. It wasn’t all the late in the night, but you’d been yawning all day, so he told you to just go to bed, and you’d listened. One of your arms was wrapped tightly around a stuffed animal you’d had since you were a child and your other one was thrown over his chest, your hand gripping onto his waist as you slept.

As time ticked on, your breathing became faster and you began to shift in your sleep causing Rafe to become concerned, his phone now turned off and strewn somewhere in the bed with your countless pillows. He pulled you closer to him, hoping it would do something to make you calm again, but to no avail. It wasn’t long before you woke up, tears instantly welling in your eyes and your breathing becoming more erratic. 

He swore to himself as he took in the sight of your distressed state, but spoke up softly, trying not to alarm you. “Angel? ‘s everythin’ okay?” You shook your head, bottom lip trembling. “What happened?” He cooed, trying not to let the state you were in upset him, “Did y’have a bad dream? ‘s that what happened?” You nodded, your breath shuddering as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing. “What d’you need, hm?”

You still didn’t say anything and instead just tugged on his shirt. He understood, quickly pulling it off before following suit and taking your silky pyjamas off of you, gently pulling them off as if he was afraid to break you. You immediately lay yourself on him, the skin-on-skin contact doing wonders for you. He let out a sigh of relief and began to rub his hand up and down your back, his other tangled in your hair as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

Much to his disdain, your calmed state didn’t last for long as you began to cry again but refused to talk about the nightmare. He ran a hand over his face tiredly, at a loss for how to calm you down, he knew what you needed was to talk about it, but he also knew you and knew you wouldn’t want to talk about it. “What can I do, baby? What can I do t’make y’feel better?” 

You sniffled before speaking for the first time since you’d woken up, your voice coming out as more of a teary whine, “Wanna be closer to you.” He hated that he had to be the barer of bad news and hated that he had to be the one to increase your cries when he told you that this was the closest you could possibly be. You didn’t accept that, “Want you to be closer, don’t want you to leave me.” 

“ ‘m not gonna leave you, baby.” He said softly, “But I can’t possibly get any closer than this I-“ he cut himself off as an idea dawned on him, “Shit okay, c’mere.” He said before trying to take off his boxers, he lifted you off of him, leaving you to sit next to him on your bed, confused. “You wanna be closer?” He asked again, knowing what the answer would be.

You nodded, watching his every movement with wide, teary eyes. You took in the way that he was fully naked, watching as he ran a hand over his length a few times until he was semi-hard, causing you to slowly catch on to what he was doing. He exhaled and beckoned you over with his hand, helping you to pull down your underwear before lifting you into his lap. He carefully sat you on him, his cock warm inside of you, trying not to let the small mewl that left you affect him too much. 

He lay back down, pulling you with him, closing his eyes briefly as you shifted around trying to get comfortable. When you stopped, he reached for your stuffed animal and handed it to you, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your warm breath fanning his skin, damp from your tears. “Better?” he whispered into the air, running his fingers through your hair, just relived you tears had stopped. You sniffled and nodded, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ before letting yourself succumb to sleep again, Rafe following not long after you.

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