#bunny banter

[bunny-behind-a-keyboard]

fun fact you can do whatever you want forever AND you will find people who love you for that. there are other people who do whatever they want forever and love other people like them and you will hold hands with them and skip through fields i promise

[zhongrin]

seeing my (teasing-is-my-love-language) dad joking around with my (sigh-he's-doing-it-again) mom like "you have good taste in colors and details, no wonder you married a handsome man :)" "yes, handsome, whatever you say..." is making me think of a similar dynamic between you and al haitham, happily married (therefore he is 100% trusting and had learnt & memorized all of your habits with twice the devotion he put into mastering those 20+ languages he's now fluent in), and you two just bantering because he's being insufferable again:

"ugh you're so annoying! just because you're my husband, you're taunting me on purpose! aren't you afraid i'll get smitten by other nicer men or something?!"

"hah. like anyone else could top my attractiveness level in your eyes."

"............ i hate it when you're right."

"i am always right, darling."

"i hate you."

"strange for you to marry the man you hate, but i won't judge. your quirks have always fascinated me greatly, just like your beauty."

"did you just insult me or praise me?"

"should i give you more time to fully process my words and decide on a conclusion?"

"........... i want a-"

"-kiss? gladly. come here."

[bunny-behind-a-keyboard]

MLP communication cards

i know this isn't what i'd typically post here, but i made these for myself for when i struggle with a verbal shutdown because of my ASD or anxiety and thought some other MLP fans may get some use out of them :]

feel free to use/print/etc! just dont take credit if asked i suppose haha. also happy to take requests to make more of them ^^

[that-rackin-frackin-varmint]

A apt distinction between Dafpork and Baffy (followed by a long ramble)

Since the looney tunes show era, it's not uncommon for looney tunes fans and even modern looney tunes to define Daffy and Porky's dynamic to be of the bully and doormat variant. Doesn't help when the latter half of the classic looney tunes shorts assert Daffy to be dull but domineering, and Porky to be competent but meek.

I don't reject these portrayals, but I do find it reductive to reduce Porky's aptitude for hubris, or Daffy's capacity for emotional intelligence... sometimes intelligence, period. Especially when people write them in comparison to how they write Baffy's dynamic.

So, here's a comic strip that encapsulates both Dafpork and Baffy's dynamics in a way that helps me summarise my points. The premise is the same for both: Daffy tells the latter a joke.

Here, Daffy tells a harmless (albeit flirtatious) joke. And Porky responds by crushing his trash can over Daffy's head and remarking on the quality of his humor.

As best friends, this is their normal -- usually Daffy initiates by tormenting Porky, and Porky will retaliate (sometimes dishing out more than Daffy may have earned). Other times Porky initiates and Daffy responds accordingly. This is how they banter.

Now let's move onto Baffy.

Here, Daffy tells a joke, and Bugs seems all too familiarised to his antics. Then Daffy pushes for a compromise, Bugs gives in. And then Daffy makes him regret the decision.

As best friends, this is their normal -- Daffy initiates by tormenting Bugs, Bugs anticipates this and usually shuts him down. Daffy pleads with Bugs to humor him, Bugs allows it, and then immediately regrets it (to varying degrees of legitimacy).

This is to say:

Porky can fall into the trap of being a doormat, but when it comes to Daffy, is a lot more emotionally volatile to the point of explosive anger. They're also very good at playing to their roles in relation to each other, making their interactions in shorts snappy, varied, unpredictable and hilarious.

Bugs is more attuned to psychological warfare and mind games, but has a track record of giving into Daffy's whims against his better judgment. He also has shown/admitted many times that he has a soft spot for Daffy, which makes their shorts carry this level of unspoken familiarity that is rarely found in classic looney tunes.

In the shorts, Dafpork operate like the duo that click the moment they clock each other, while Baffy operate like the duo with undisclosed history. Which I find super interesting when in terms of chronology, it should technically be the other way around since Dafpork shorts are greater in bulk and came way earlier before Baffy.

All this goes to show that truly, in my heart of hearts, Porky is NOT as soft-hearted as modern looney tunes media may have you believe. And Bugs has an understated weakness to pitiable pleas from sensitive birds.

[bunny-behind-a-keyboard]

[turtle-bun]

Actual things said between me and my brothers as TMNT quotes Pt1

Part 2

12!Donnie: *ranting about Casey* Honestly, its unfortunate that he's cute yet still so stupid.

12!Raph: Wow, bisexual and still attracted to men? Could never be me.

12!Donnie: *trying so hard not to laugh* Bitch!

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03!Mikey: I'm gunna make a song like Busta Rhymes like the one that says: n word, n word, n word! One hundred percent n word! But instead I'll be like: Faggot, faggot, faggot! One hundred percent faggot!

03!Raph: *Wheezing* Fucking what?

03!Leo: *loud cackling*

03!Donnie: *crying with laughter* Oh my god...

03!Mikey: Its the LGBTQ+ representation we deserve and I'mma deliver as part of myservice to my community!

03!Leo: *laughing so hard he nearly vomits*

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Rise!Donnie: *explaining something he discovered about himself* So like it turns out I wasn't just being weird and dramatic it's actually another symptom.

Rise!Leo: Aw man, that kinda sucks actually.

Rise!Donnie: Yeah.

Rise!Leo: Gee Don, you sure do put the "Aw" in "Autistic"

Rise!Donnie & Rise!Leo: ...............

Rise!Leo: *Finally realizing what he just said*

Rise!Donnie: *Absolutely screaming with laughter* WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME?!

Rise!Leo: *Hiding his face* I know! It was out of my mouth before I could stop it!

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87!Donatello: *Just got out of bed in a baggy hoodie and pants, with dark circles under his eyes*

87!Raphael: Ah, I see we're going with school shooter chic this fine evening.

[ravenrambles6229]

hi yeah so i was thinking about legacyverse tournament of elements

wrote a little thing set in @the-ninja-legacy-whip ‘s universe. Where Tox and Cole meet each other on the ship to Chen’s island, because the plot bunny wouldn’t leave me alone and I am fickle.

sorry for inevitable inaccuracies. i am the fool. here for a good time not a dignified time

Rockshoot the shit

So Kai was fighting his teacher. And Cole had to admit, he was kind of into it. Even if Karlof wouldn't be his personal teacher of choice for which one to duel if given the opportunity when he was still stuck in school. 

Now, Cole thought that was where the novelty would end in this absolute rollercoaster of a day, but he was wrong. 

He was watching Kai's fight-- as was always the case when Kai fought, it was a flashy, acrobatic affair. Karlof was an absolute truck of a man, but the master of fire was a menace of his own. However, that menace was not exactly great at directing his ire when caught in the moment-- Jay barely managed to duck out of the way of a fireball. 

"Hey! Make hot shots, not pot shots!" Jay yelled in an indignant tone. Lloyd snickered besides him. Sensei Garmadon just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

"I don't need your backseating!" Kai shot back, just in time to totally misjudge the speed of a punch from Karlof, which sent him flying back and off the upper deck. 

Jay ran to where Kai flew over the deck and called down. "Are you crazy sure!?" 

"Move it, Motormouth," Cole said, pulling him to the side before Karlof could steamroll him as he chased Kai. Jay swatted him aside and went to follow Lloyd and the sensei to the lower deck, where they could definitely hear Karlof and Kai continuing to raise hell.

Cole was going to follow, see. That was his plan. Except that a very familiar shade of green caught his attention. He had to do a double-take. 

"Tox?!" 

Tox Ikita was leaning against one of the ship walls. She popped some bubblegum in her mouth and gave a single, saluting wave. "Was wondering when you were going to notice." 

Granted, they had seen each other like, yesterday when Cole was working. But seeing her here felt not unlike meeting her in the Underworld or Caves of Despair. But also, the metalshop teacher was here, so who was Cole to actually be surprised? "What… are you doing here?!"

"Same thing as you, probably," she said in a breezy tone with a smile that told him she was totally enjoying his bewilderment. 

"You're an elemental-- wait-- that explains the eyes-- I just thought they were contacts!" 

She propped her hands behind her head. "And what did you think the rest of the green was?"

Cole couldn't help but gape. "That's what those spots are? I thought you said they were tattoos!"

"Did you believe that?" 

"Well, no, but I didn't…" Cole pressed his palms into his eyes. "Creation's sake, I'm an idiot." 

Now, whatever was going on with Kai must have been exciting, because a moment later, he was flying back up the stairs. He caught himself on the railing and took several hops back, only to double take when he also saw Tox.

"Cole? Isn't that your friend from that Rockrock club?!"

Tox smirked and clapped a hand on Cole's shoulder. "Rockshot. How's it going, Hothead? Still staying out of trouble?" 

There was a sound not unlike a stampeding elephant from below deck. Kai jumped onto then off from the railing just in time for Karlof to barrel right through it with the eagerness of a Lloyd in a candy store. Kai landed on Karlof's back, fire licking his clothes as he attempted to melt through the protective sheen on his former teacher's body. 

"Oh yeah!" he called. "No cleaner nose than--" unfortunately for him, that was when Karlof managed to shake Kai off-- he slammed into the wall, right between Tox and Cole. They could hear it crack from the force. "...Mine." 

"Need a hand?" Cole figured he'd offer. Sensei Garmadon probably wouldn't be thrilled with two of them picking a fight, but also it was better than Kai hurting himself this early on. 

However, he didn't have to walk that line. Kai punched his flaming fist into his palm. "No no, I'm good. All warmed up. Fired up. Whatever." 

With that, Kai shouted a hearty "Ninjaaaaa gooo!" and took off after Karlof.

"Never a dull moment with you, is there, Charcole?"

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall next to her. "You have no idea." He hummed and rapped his fingers against his arm. "So, you're an elemental master?" 

"Yep. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't know that already." 

"Look, I've been busy, the club is dark, and you're like, not even in the top fifty for weirdest characters that hang out in that place." 

She snorted. "True that." Another pop of her gum. "Anyway, master of lightning, right?" 

"Oh yeah," Cole replied quickly. He made two finger gun motions at Karlof, who was currently taking swing after swing at Kai, only to learn just how slippery the fire ninja could be when he put his mind to it. "I look at all the bad guys and just zap zap zap." 

Cole was about to ask what element she controlled, only to realize just how dumb of a question that would have been. "Oh. Element of poison. I probably should have guessed. Explains the vials. And the name."

Tox gave him a mock glare. "Glass houses, Brookstone."

"Hey, I'll throw all the stones I want. It's kind of my thing." 

She tipped her head back and laughed. Cole couldn't help but chuckle at how absurd it all was. 

Somehow, Kai got a good hit in on Karlof, and this time it was his turn to get sent flying to the lower deck. He could see Tox's expression sober.

"Did you get an offer to drag you here, too?" 

Cole felt a pang of… something. Not quite hope, but not quite despair, either. 

"Zane." 

"The ice one, I assume?" she looked away. "It's a nice statue." 

"Yeah… I just… I don't know if I can believe he's alive. We… we saw it happen. I mean, I want him to be alive, of course, but if this is all just some cruel trick--" he paused. "Wait… why did you come here?"

Her expression tightened. "This Chen guy makes a lot of promises."

"Oh."

She chuckled. "Just so you know, I don't plan on letting you and your little crew win. I happen to have a vested interest in winning this tournament." 

Cole couldn't help but feel disappointed. "Even if it's to save the ice ninja?" 

To save a hero? Someone Cole cared about?

"Nope."

Before Cole could protest, she held up a hand and glanced around-- most of the staff seemed preoccupied by the big shiny show that Kai and Karlof were putting on.

"But here's the deal." 

He waited for her to continue.

"Let's say this Chen guy isn't lying, and that he does have your friend. That means he's holding him captive, right?" 

Cole swallowed hard and nodded. He felt a knot in his stomach.

"Well, in my book, nobody that keeps one of the heroes of Ninjago captive for the sake of holding a game show is worth listening to." She crossed her arms and smiled. "So as far as I'm concerned, this guy is asking for it." 

Cole raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going with this, Tox?" 

"We'll get to this stupid little island, and we'll fight in this crazy guy's game. And we'll both do our best. Winner helps the loser get what they came for, yeah? No reason this has to be a zero-sum when the person running it obviously sucks." 

He felt a warmth in his chest that had been missing for… a while now, he realized. 

The guys were with him, and Cole was with them, one-hundred percent. But nothing was the same without Zane. Everything had just felt wrong. Emptier. Colder. For all of them. With Zane gone, everything had felt so much more hostile. Like the entire world was out to get them. Like one moment of weakness would be all it'd take for Cole to lose even more loved ones. 

Cole smiled. "Sounds like a deal." He offered her a fist bump, which she accepted. "After all, us Rockshot DJs have to stick together, right?" 

"You know it! Now c'mon, I wanna see who wins," she replied, guiding him to the circle that had formed around Kai and Karlof's fight on the lower deck.

"Oh, Kai is going to wipe the floor with him. Dude survived an exploding volcano. This is nothing." 

Tox laughed. "For real? And here I thought the legends about the Spinjitzu Masters were all exaggerations. You have to tell me the stories sometime!" 

Maybe they wouldn't be so alone after all. 

[feral-coffee]

I never expected to see anything like this. I'm fairly used to being the ... token, I suppose, or at least I was when I still had community to interact with.

Everyone else into flogging was just whack whack whack, hard, hard, hard, until the sub had enough*. I had my own technique, I kept people guessing as the Dom and as the sub, I learned to accept that not everyone does it like me and sometimes it's the Dom that ends up ending the session because they imagine I couldn't possibly want to take it that far and what could it mean I though something was lacking.

I haven't even finished the video yet and it's like hearing my own thoughts in another person's voice. And yes, mix it up, go hard to the point of crossing over into blood play if that's wanted, go soft and gentle, go moderate and let the sub wonder if it's a prelude to hard or soft. Go hard to bring sensitivity up, soft to work with that sensitivity and turn it into a very intense and loving caress, go moderate to keep the feelings maintained so the hard and soft remain balanced, tolerable, enjoyable. Read your sub, give them what they desire while subverting their own expectations by making the next time the whip comes in contact with them a surprise.

Keep it safe, of course, keep it consensual, of course, but don't let it become dominated by rules intended to keep it uniform and boring. Keep it new, take it to new levels and find new ways to transcend the everyday drudgery of life.

These people would get me.

Seriously, if you understand and work with the emotions of the whole session and say fuck the aesthetics of it, any audience you have, as well as partners will absolutely adore the part of the overall aesthetic they'd been missing before. It goes from basic and cold and formulaic, to real, heartfelt, and deep, and to me, that's everything.

*Not shaming the community - some do like that. I was just different. We were all different in our own ways.

[omoghouls]

Oh god, Minthara run has Gale so mad at me after the grove raid- but I managed to convince him to stay so slaaaay babes

I promise Gale buddy, no more murder like that, just the regular murder for now on

[barnbridges]

my ultimate tsh chess opinion is that yes henry is magnus coded but bunny and nepo have way too similar vibes.

[buryam-soul]

Did not realize i missed the captainverse sillies so bad that im rereading through (and taking new screenshots of) the story in the magical girl event rerun

[bunny-behind-a-keyboard]

HELLO MS. SWITCH WE ARE FRIENDS YOU CAN TALK TO ME CONVERSATIONALLY AND @ ME AND WHATEDVER I TOATLLY WELCOME IT !!! WOOHOOHO YIPPE INTERACTION!

this extends to anyone else btw!! cause of my autism i interpret social relationships weird so you can just go "we're friends now" and i will say 'AWESOME' and you are my friend until you say we're not and i will send you silly little memes.

champion of overthinking

[bunny-behind-a-keyboard]

objectum/posic peoples i ,..,, have a question

when do you consider a bunch of parts to be one object/creature instead of a bunch of little creatures? like a lot of people consider a computer to be one being but it's made up of multiple objects (drivers, chips, wires, ect.), at what point does it become a collective?

i got thinking on this at work today because i was thinking about the bar and how i consider her one being, but then realized i thought of many of the things in her as creatures too, like her efpos machines.

maybe its like humans with cells yknow? like as a collective i am one being but i am made of so many living organisms working in harmony.

idk im just rambelling and curious as to other objectum peps thoughts ! :p

[moonchildreads]

my dad and i have this ongoing joke about me becoming a millionaire and taking him to disney world to see star wars land and he just found out the star wars hotel closed down permanently last year so now he's texting me like "you're still taking me to see the millenium falcon, right? you promised, don't be cheap" please sir i'm just trying to move out of your house first

[turtle-bun]

Actual things said between me and my brothers as TMNT quotes Pt2: TMNT bois see Across the Spiderverse!

((SPOILERS AHEAD AFTER THE LINE BREAK!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!))

Part 1

Rise!Mikey: *excited stimming and screaming* I WANT THIS MOVIE INJECTED INTO MY VEINS! THE ART WAS SO FUCKING COOL!

Rise!Donnie: *excited stimming but in a monotone voice* I apologize for the person I’m going to become now because this sound track is now my entire personality.

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12!Mikey: See Across the Spiderverse is so good and is also a huge middle finger to Marvel comics for all the shit they’re putting my boi Spidey through!

12!Leo: Oh yeah, one hundred percent! This movie feels more like how Spiderman is then the actual comics as of late!

12!Mikey: See Marvel! Spiderman can be fucking happy for once!

12!Leo: *chuckling* You got beef with Marvel?

12!Mikey: *riled up* Oh I got so much fucking beef with Marvel! Talking bout how “either Peter Parker’s happy or Spiderman is happy. One always has to be fucked over.” Like get out of here with that bullshit! You saw how happy Peter B. Parker was with Mayday and he’s still Spiderman? FUCK YOU MARVEL IT CAN WORK! PUT ME IN THE GODDAMN WRITTERS ROOM!

12!Leo: *laughing* You think you can write better?

12!Mikey: My 10k word Spiderman fanfic on ao3 with over six thousands kudos begs to differ! SQUARE THE FUCK UP MARVEL!

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03!Raph: I am so fucking glad they didn’t have a love triangle in this movie. Honest to god I was like lowkey worried about that.

03!Mikey: Oh yeah, for sure. Thank god Hobie was actually cool.

03!Raph: He was so FUCKING cool! Oh my god! Like I know everyone and their mother was fawning over Miguel but honestly I could give less of a shit about him cuz FUCKING SPIDER PUNK! HOLY SHIT!

03!Mikey: *laughing* Is this a “I don’t know if I wanna date him or be him” kind of situation?

03!Raph: It’s a: “I don’t know if I want to slow dance with him at prom or steal his entire gender” type of situation!

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Bay!Mikey: You guys been hearing this bull shit some people are saying about Spiderverse?

Bay!Donnie: *groaning* Don’t fucking remind me. People are stupid and it’s all over my fucking TikTok and Twitter!

Bay!Leo: Which one? The pissy conservatives complaining about “forced diversity” and “woke” culture? The extreme leftists making it about racism when that literally was NOT the point of the fucking movie? Or is it the transphobes bitching at the mere INSINUATION that Gwen Stacy could actually be trans? LIKE AND IF SHE FUCKING IS?! WHAT THEN CUNT?!

Bay!Raph: You know what? Fuck it! Piss them off even more and in the next movie just full on fucking say it! They can’t handle subtlety so might as well throw it in their faces since they’re complaining about it so much!

Bay!Mikey: Shit, I mean Miles is bi in the comics, he can come out as well!

Bay!Donnie: *super serious voice* Hello Miles Morales, who is bisexual and my love interest, I, Gwen Stacey, am a transgender woman!

Bay!Mikey: *T posing* Omg, Gwen Stacey, who is a transgender woman and my love interest, I, Miles Morales, who is bisexual, appreciate your willingness to trust me enough to share these private conversations with me even though you have absolutely no obligation to do so!

Bay!Leo: *absolutely losing his shit* Oh god it’s like it’s being written by a fucking AI!

Bay!Raph: The first 10 minutes of the movie are them fixing up the dimensional bull shit, then the rest of it is group therapy and coming out stories!

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87!Leo: *crying, sobbing, screaming*

87!Mikey: How did you NOT know it was a two parter? It said it at the beginning of the movie!

87!Leo: EXCUSE ME FOR GETTING ENGROSSED IN THE SPECTICAL OF EVERYTHING!!!

[rafesangelita]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ breaking the one rule he was always supposed to follow, rafe found himself sitting in the shadows of the gentlemen’s club where bitchy!pogue!reader worked at. imagine your surprise when you find out the person that paid for a private dance with you is your brother’s best friend.. and business partner.

warnings: dealer!rafe, stripper!reader, brother’s best friend trope, mentions of you and barry arguing, sexual tension, flirty banter, making out, heavy petting

a/n: this is what bitchy!pogue!reader is wearing in this btw.. i watched anora and worked on this right after lol

wc: 1.1k

rafe knew it was wrong the second he got in his truck and drove down to ‘pink sugar’ to see if you were there. he knew it was wrong when he walked in and scanned the room for you, and he knew it was wrong when he took a corner seat furthest from the stage. after overhearing you and barry arguing about what you did for work, rafe couldn’t help himself from seeing what was making you come home with a duffle bag full of cash. his curiosity got the best of him, and when he saw you emerge from behind the curtains, pink lace lingerie hugging the curves of your body, the cutest pair of bunny ears adorning your head, with a little bunny tail on your g-string to match, all the guilt he once felt melted away into nothing.

you were sin with legs. rafe watched you smile at the men in the front, the group of them emptying their wallets when you hadn’t even did anything to make them shower you with cash. then again, rafe felt the urge himself to give you all of his money just because you were so pretty. rafe swallowed thickly when your song started and the lights went low, everyone’s attention zeroing in on you as you lowered yourself to the glossy floor of the stage. he watched you crawl to the center, arching your back as the rhinestones around your eyes sparkled under the club lighting. one of the men reached out, poking the little ball that was your bunny tail, slipping what looked like a hundred dollar bill in the string of your bottoms.

rafe hated the way the men in here were looking at you right now, his fists clenching at his sides as he imagined what kind of thoughts were currently running through their heads. “that’s it, baby!” a drunken holler was shouted, the rest of the club following suit and bursting into a fit of cheers when you managed to spin around the pole in the middle of the stage. rafe watched in awe, deciding he needed to get you to himself, and away from the hungry stares of the crowded club. making his way over to the bouncers that stood outside of a concealed hallway, he handed both of them a few crispy bills. “get the one on stage with me and i’ll double it.” without another word, both of the security guards moved aside, letting rafe through.

you finished the rest of your set, blowing kisses to the men who made it a mission of theirs to spoil you rotten tonight before you made your way to the locker rooms where you refreshed your hair and makeup. “y/n?” nancy, the owner’s right hand woman walked in, “i have a private dance for a younger gentleman in room five.. he requested you specifically.” you smiled at her through the reflection of the mirror. “okay, i’ll be right over.” you nodded, giving yourself one more glance before making your way down the dimly lit hallway. the first private dance of the night always made you a little anxious, but at least you knew you were guaranteed a hundred dollars that you didn’t have to share.

you took a breath, twisting the door knob open before going in, shutting the door closed right after. “i must be special if you chose me..” you placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, walking around him before standing between his legs. looking down, you felt your heart drop to your stomach when he looked up, the face all too familiar to you. “yeah, you are.” you gasped, retreating your hand from him as if he burned you. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing, rafe?!” you nearly lost your footing when you stepped back, suddenly feeling exposed as his eyes trailed down your body. “what? i’m just a paying customer.” he shrugged, tossing back the drink in his hand.

“oh, yeah? tell that to barry. he’ll kill you if he finds out you were here.” you scoffed, your eyes meeting his. rafe stared at you for a moment, motioning for you to get closer to him. you swallowed thickly, the small disco ball in the room illuminating his features. “i’m not gonna do anything to you, i just wanted you away from everyone out there.” he spoke lowly. you took a step, accepting the hand he held out for you before he guided you onto his lap. you wrapped an arm around his shoulders like it was second nature, his large palm running up and down your thigh. “sooo.. you think you’re doing me a favor by pulling me back here so no one else can watch me dance?” your face was just mere inches away from rafe’s.

“i’m losing out on a lot of money, ‘country club..” you whispered, the slow music playing softly in the background. “how much do you want. throw me whatever number you’d like.” you smiled, your fingers slipping underneath the hem of his polo. “two thousand,” you spoke, “with interest.” rafe laughed, nodding his head as he trailed his hand from your thigh to your hip, adjusting the strap of your g-string against your skin. “with interest, huh?” he smirked, eyes falling down to your lips, “..i’d happily give that to you.” you leaned in first, just wanting to feel his lips on yours. rafe stilled for a second, a groan rumbling from his chest when he pulled you closer by your neck, returning your kiss tenfold.

“is barry home?” he was breathless when he pulled away, his hands roaming your body as if he wanted to take you right then and there. at the mention of your brother, reality seemed to grip its claws into you when you realized what you were doing right now. rafe saw the look of confliction pass over your face, his fingers cupping your chin to avert your attention back onto him. “hey..” he whispered, “i won’t tell if you don’t.” his words echoed in your head, his cologne and his proximity overtaking your senses. as if you two were meeting on the same page, rafe watched as your eyes grew dark, a smile gracing your lips. “i don’t kiss and tell, rafe.” as if a flip switched, you two began ravaging each other once more.

time slowed when you two moaned into each other’s mouths, grappling onto one another as if the two of you would disappear if you let go. “barry’s gone for the night.” you managed to speak between kisses, rafe nodding as he cupped you through your bra. just as he was going to tell you to leave with him, the bouncer outside the door yelled that rafe’s thirty minutes were up. “what the fuck, already?” he glanced down at his watch. you sighed, letting rafe pick you up before he kissed you one more time. “get your shit and let’s go, i’ll be waiting at the front door.” he squeezed the globes of your ass, making you gasp as he walked out. and just like that, rafe never let you step foot in that club again.