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Alex becomes victim to the attentions of a cat that is in no way wanted, appreciated nor endearing. Miles seems to disagree, an opinion worth fuck all frankly because Alex knows heâs only coming round so he could get a peek at the invader ruining Alexâs life, which is a behaviour in no way wanted, appreciated nor endearing.
Wrote something for the @shadowmonkeysbigbangâ ! :)Â
#I really appreciate this it gave my writing motivation some life <3#milex fanfiction#Feline Attraction#Milex#Big Bang 2022#Milex Big Bang#Now once I finish the last chapter I can start reading everyone's works!#the cat fic#prompted work#cats are popular I see!#I think this one will be slightly different ;)
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Omg omg omg, pls pls pls do reader and rafe fucking raw and reader is riding rafe and heâs about to cum and tells her to get off him but she puts her hand over his mouth and keeps riding himđŠ I NEED THAT
warnings: unprotected sex, the âLâ word, creampie
a/n: i couldnât help but listen to âpink matterâ by frank ocean while i wrote this..
âoh, my god..â rafe was hypnotized, his fingers grabbing at your hips while you moved on top of him. words couldnât describe the amount of pleasure you were giving him right now. he could barely think, his mouth hanging open as his eyes glazed over. you were as equally as a mess, your nails clawing at his skin while you cried out in pure bliss. you leaned down taking his lips in a searing kiss, the remnants of your lipgloss getting lost on his tongue.
âi love you.â he whispered against your skin, a smile gracing your features before he bucked into you, your eyebrows knitting together as he licked a stripe up the column of your throat. âmhm, fuckâ i love you too.â you shuddered, the sound of your shared breaths filling the chilly air of your room. âiâm not gonna last long like this, baby..â he sounded worried as you ignored his words. feeling determined, you pulled him up so he could lean against your headboard, your arms wrapping around his neck as you picked up your pace.
âah, shit,â rafeâs grip on your waist was bruising, âhold on, i think iâm gonna cum-â you held onto him tighter. ây/n! get off for a second- oh, fuck..â you clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening as you clenched around him. âgive it to me.â his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you whispered filthy obscenities in his ear. your words were driving him wild. he never knew how bad he needed to hear you say âfill me up, ray!â until now. you basked in the feeling of him twitching inside of you, a guttural groan rumbling from his throat.
he was littering your chest with kisses, holding onto you as if youâd disappear into thin air. you took your hand off of his mouth, a sigh leaving his lips. âdo you know what you just did?â he looked at you, concern written all over his face. you traced a finger down his jaw. âyes..â you trailed off. âand youâre okay with it?â he was rubbing circles into your skin. âyeah, iâve wanted you to do that for a while now.â rafe nodded, already feeling himself wanting to fuck into you.
the idea of not pulling out turned him on more than he anticipated. âme too,â he admitted, âletâs do that again.â
#â¤ď¸â âš works#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks smut#outer banks imagine#obx#obx rafe#obx smut#obx fanfiction#obx imagine#obx fic#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron imagine#rafe fluff#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe fic#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron x y/n#drew starkey
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The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.
A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.
Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"
Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.
The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.
There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#c: danny fenton#c: dick grayson#c: jason todd#c: bruce wayne#c: joker#dp x dc prompt#it's ambiguous on purpose but I originally intended for Danny to be deaged? but some people don't like that so it's only implied#Jason hasn't laughed that hard since he died#nightwing is mostly just horrified that he let danny that close to joker to begin with#batman is like âhnnâ >:(#why didn't danny escape? its your decision#are his powers not working?#is the joker a ghost he's trying to capture?#is he a hero fanboy who wanted to see the gotham knights in their natural habitat?#whose to say? :)
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Tim: If fate truly is a thing, then my soulmate should just fall into my arms!
Danny: < falls out of a glowing green portal and into Timâs arms >
Batfam:
Tim:
Danny:
Tim:
Danny, slicking back his hair with one hand and doing finger guns with the other: Hey~
#works with any dc character#or batfam member#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dcxdp#dp x dc#dp#danny fenton#dc#phantom#dpxdcdabbles#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc au#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover
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DPxDC crossover but, instead of Danny being his ghostly-horror self, the justice league believe that he's just some guy.
Danny: *glowing eyes, sharp teeth, aura of eldritch being*
Villain: You're seeing this right?
Justice league: *turns around to find all the ghostly stuff gone* oh that's Danny *waves* hi Danny!
Villain: ...are you being serious right now?
It's not even that he's doing it on purpose, it's just anytime he does ghost things none of the heros are looking, and when they do have him in their sights he's just a normal person.
It probably wouldn't work for batman and his thousand cameras, but let's just say that it never got his attention cause no one in the league thought to mention it and the one time he did check it was just regular dude hours.
To the Justice league Danny is the humanist human to ever human.
Which is why they are so confused as to why this small branch of the government (mad scientist parents optional) is so sure he isn't.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp crossover#batman#jason todd#story prompt#Danny's metahuman power is being a regular guy#the ghost powers are another different thing altogether#clockwork is 100% using his time powers to make sure the league never sees danny doing ghostly things#Clockwork thinks its the funniest thing hes seen in years#Giw: Hes evil! evil i say!#justice league: hmm really? him? danny? riiight sure#danny's meta human pwoer is working overtime teying to combat his ghost king status#or not a meta power at all#just a series of events#a series of events named clockwork
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ARE YOU JEALOUS?
Summary: Sassy!Kook!Reader gets jealous when she sees Rafe Cameron close with another girl...
Content: neck sucking (?), childhood friends to lovers, kind of mean!rafe in one scene, bullying lol, suggestive towards the end but just a tiny bit.
Words Count: 5.5k ... i don't know what the fuck happened...
Aliyah's talking: IDK if i fw this or not but i hope yall will lolz <3 Thank you so much for the love on Protective Instincts btw!!!! I am so grateful and surprised that many of you all enjoyed it. Hope u'll enjoy this one too đŠˇ
Sunlight streamed into Sarahâs room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space as you lounged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine. You both were sprawled across the plush, yellow covers, surrounded by half-empty bags of chips and scattered makeup palettesâevidence of an afternoon well spent. Sarah was perched by the vanity, trying on different lip glosses, all of which looked beautiful on her, but she insisted on which one was the best.
âSo, tell me again,â she started, holding up a tube of shimmery pink gloss and squinting at it thoughtfully. âWhy donât you go for Jake? I mean, heâs cute, heâs smartââ
âAnd boring. He is boring,â you interjected, rolling your eyes with a laugh. âCome on, Sarah, you know how I am. I need someone with a little more⌠edgeâŚ? Someone that could handle me but also play the game, you know?â
Sarah smirked, setting the lip gloss down and turning to face you. âEdge⌠Handling your attitude⌠Iâm afraid that weirdly sounds like someone we both know.â
âYou think youâre so funny, huh?â you said, shooting her a mock glare.
She laughed, completely unbothered. "What? Iâm just stating the facts!" She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, my brother definitely fits both criteria, soâŚâ
You were listening to her but stopped when your phone buzzed. Out of habit, you unlocked it and opened the notification from Instagram; Topper posted a new story and you watched it. The screen was filled with a shaky video of the beach, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over everything. You recognized some people, but your attention zeroed in on Rafe, right in the center of it all. He was grinning, his arm slung around a girl who was laughing and pulling him closer, like they were the only two people on the beach.Â
You felt a quick, unwelcome pang in your chest.
âHey, whatâs got you so interested?â Sarahâs voice broke through your thoughts, and you glanced back at her, masking any hint of emotion with a casual smirk.
You locked the screen and tossed the phone aside. âNothing. Just Topperâs beach parties and Instagram stories.â
She gave you a skeptical look, folding her arms. âDonât lie to me. I know you better than yourself, what did you see in that story, Y/N?â
You hesitated, but then shrugged, trying to play it off. âRafe was at the party with some girl. A new girl. Itâs not a big deal.â
âAh, I see,â she said with a raised eyebrow. âYou know heâs always messing around with someone new. But⌠I thought you didnât care about what he was up to.â
âI donât,â you said, a bit too quickly, crossing your arms. âHe can do whatever the hell he wants.â
âRight. So, you donât care at all?â
You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. âLook, I just donât get whatâs so special about him that girls keep falling over themselves to be around him. Thatâs all.â
She nodded with a giggle. âYeah, no, I definitelyââ
âAnd doesnât it bother anyone that heâs got a new girl every week? I mean, if I were one of those girls who actually liked him, Iâd be furious. Wouldnât you, Sar?â You barely paused before continuing, not even waiting for her answer. âItâs honestly just sad because Rafe really isnât even all that. Sure, he can be fun and nice sometimes, but heâs also a huge asshole with a big fucking ego. Is it just me, or is everyone blind to that?â
Sarah was quiet for a moment, studying you with a thoughtful expression before she finally spoke up. âYou know what? I think we could both use a break from overthinking anything about the opposite sex. How about we get out of here and grab some smoothies? I heard thereâs a new spot by the marina.â
You nodded, grateful that she didnât talk about your little moment. âYeah, letâs go.â
Sarah grabbed her bag, giving you one last teasing smile. âSmoothies and maybe some retail therapy afterward?â
âSounds like a plan,â you replied, letting the idea of a carefree afternoon replace the lingering thoughts of Rafe. Whatever he was up to, it was his business. You werenât about to let it ruin your day.
The soft hum of the fridge and the rhythmic clinking of silverware filled the kitchen as you, Sarah, and Rafe gathered around the island, your weekly routine as ingrained as the family photos lining the walls. The night was settling in, casting a cozy stillness over the room. You were only half-listening as Sarah rambled on about her weekend plans, your attention instead focused on pushing pasta around on your plate, not particularly hungry.
Rafe sat across the counter, leaning back in his chair with an ease that always seemed to irritate you. He had been quiet, too but you knew he wouldnât last long. Sure enough, he broke the silence.
âAlright,â he began, raising an eyebrow at you, âwhatâs up with you tonight? Youâre awfully quiet.â
You didnât look up, keeping your tone purposefully casual. âNothingâs up,â you replied, hoping heâd let it go. But you knew better.
âCome on,â he pressed, tilting his head in that infuriatingly smug way. âWhereâs that feisty attitude you always have? Usually, by now, youâd have already made at least five smartass comments about my shirt or something.â
You let out a short, unimpressed laugh, finally meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. âMaybe I just ran out of things to say about you, Rafael. Ever think of that?â
He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. âNah. Youâve got an endless supply of attitude, Y/N. Iâd be shocked if you were ever actually out of material.â He took a sip from his glass, watching you over the rim with that familiar, infuriating smirk.
Sarah shot you a look, her mouth twisted in a tired smile as she mouthed, here we go. She had seen this routine a thousand times before.
âYou really think I spend that much time thinking about you?â you fired back, folding your arms over your chest and fixing him with an unimpressed stare.
âOh, I donât think,â he replied smoothly, leaning in a little closer, âI know. Admit it. Iâm in your head, arenât I?â
You let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in your chair as you tossed him an indifferent look. âRight. Youâre the center of my world, Rafe. Canât you tell?â
He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. âYou know, when youâre this quiet, itâs like a fucking flashing neon sign saying, âSomethingâs upâ. Might as well tell me now.â
You rolled your eyes. You knew that engaging with him like this was a slippery slopeâonce you started, he never let up. But for some reason, tonight, you couldnât help yourself.
âHonestly, I donât have the energy for your little mind games tonight,â you said, trying to sound as bored as possible. âSo, if youâre expecting me to entertain you, youâre gonna be disappointed.â
âOh, come on. I donât believe that for a second,â he shot back, leaning back casually in his chair as if he had all the time in the world to wear you down. âYou love this. Sparring with me? Itâs basically your favorite hobby.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. "Didnât realize my silence was such a tragedy for you.â
âOh, it is. I mean, where else am I supposed to get my daily dose of attitude?â He leaned back, feigning a pout. âCome on, youâre no fun like this. Did something happen?â
You rolled your eyes, twirling your fork in the pasta as if it held your entire focus. âWhy would you care? Iâm sure you have more important things to worry about. Maybe more girlââ
Sarah let out a sigh, interrupting before Rafe could respond. âHonestly, do you two ever get tired of this? Weâre supposed to be having dinner, and it feels like Iâm watching some sort of weird rom-com.â
You shot Sarah an exasperated look. âThereâs nothing romantic about this, Sar. Itâs called surviving.â
âRight,â Sarah said, clearly unconvinced. âBut could you maybe survive without the constant bickering? Just once?â
Rafe smirked, clearly unfazed by Sarahâs comment as he turned back to you. âI donât know. I think she secretly enjoys it. You should see how she lights up when she gets going.â
âFuck off,â you muttered, taking a long sip from your glass and hoping it would mask the heat you could feel rising in your cheeks.
He watched you with an amused glint in his eye, clearly picking up on your discomfort. âA little defensive, arenât we? I mean, Iâm just stating the obvious here. Youâve been on edge all night. Care to share with the class whatâs really bothering you?â
You set your glass down with a little more force than necessary, fixing him with a glare. âYou really think everythingâs about you, donât you?â
âNot everything,â he replied, shrugging casually. âJust the things that involve you. Because, for some reason, every time youâre in a mood, it usually has something to do with me.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but then closed it again, unsure of how to respond without giving anything away. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâd hit a nerve, even if he had.
âWhatâs the matter, princess?â he continued, pushing his plate aside as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. âDid something happen between you and Jake, huh? I thought you two were casually talkââ
You groaned, frustrated that heâd brought Jake into it. âThereâs nothing to say about Jake. Iâm just tired, okay? Not everything has to be about some guy.â
âOh, Iâm aware,â Rafe replied, his tone laced with a hint of smugness. âBut Iâd say youâre a little moreâŚon edge than usual. So, it has to be about that guy, rightâŚâ
âJakeâs got nothing to do with this,â you said, your tone steady. âUnlike you, he actually knows how to mind his own business.â
Well, youâre just lying because youâve never taken the time to actually learn about Jake and what type of person he was. As bitchy as it sounded, you were using him as a distraction.
You stared at him, hoping your silence would be enough to make him drop it. But, of course, he didnât.
Rafe crossed his arms as he studied you, his gaze never wavering. âSo, youâre saying you prefer a guy who lets you get away with whatever you want, then?â
You scoffed. âNo, Rafe. I am saying I prefer a guy who doesnât feel the need to stick his nose into everything I do. You know, a guy whoâs secure enough to let me be without constantly needing to provoke me.â
âYeah, I see,â he replied, nodding softly. âSo, basically, youâre looking for someone boring. Someone who doesnât challenge you, who just lets you coast by. Am I right?â
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. âYou think you know me so well, donât you? Donât flatter yourself, Cameron. I can find someone else to annoy me if I really wanted to.â
Rafeâs eyes darkened, but that infuriating smirk stayed in place, like he thrived on every bit of tension between you. He cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward, his voice a low, taunting whisper. âOh yeah? Who, exactly? Jake? Heâs perfect for youâgoody-two-shoes, never steps out of the fucking line. Because, letâs be honest, youâd crush him. Heâd never call you out, never push you.â He paused, and there was a bitterness beneath his words, hidden but unmistakable. âHeâd be safe.â
A bitter smile twisted your lips, the pain creeping into your voice despite your best efforts. âAt least Jake knows how to be respectful. He wouldnât stoop to tearing me down just to get a rise. He wouldnât need to.â
Rafe scoffed, his amusement tinged with a hint of anger. âRespectful? Fuck that. You want someone to play nice and tell you what you want to hear, go right ahead. But I think we both know thatâs not what you really want.â He took a step closer, his gaze fierce, challenging. âYou think Iâm the bad guy because Iâm not afraid to tell you the truth. I donât play pretend. Iâm not here to tell you sweet liesâIâd rather see who you really are, even if that means pissing you off.â
You narrowed your eyes, fury blazing in your chest. He was looking right at you, like he could see through every layer you tried so hard to put up. But there was something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of something that made your heart race even as anger burned within you. And you hated that he could do thatâmake you feel so exposed, so raw, yet so alive all at once.
But to him, this was just another game. He thrived on your frustration, on the way he could get under your skin with just a few well-placed words. It was a twisted power play, a battle neither of you were willing to lose. And for a moment, the air between you was charged, almost electrifying, the tension so thick it was nearly suffocating.Â
You wanted to hate him, but a part of you couldnât help but wonder if he was rightâif he really did see through to the parts of you that no one else dared to touch.
But that only made you angrier, and you felt a surge of resentment rise within you, pushing you over the edge. With a sudden flash of fury, you slammed your fists onto the table, the sound echoing through the room, your voice sharp and cutting. âYou know what? Fuck you, Rafe Cameron.â
Without another word, you turned and stormed out.
The sound reverberated through the Cameron household, leaving a heavy silence. Rafe stood there, fists clenched, trying to swallow down the mix of anger and something elseâsomething that felt dangerously close to longing.
Sarah raised an eyebrow at her brother. âYouâre a fucking asshole, you know that?â
Rafe shot her a look, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. âYou donât get it, Sarah. Sheâs⌠Sheâs infuriating.â
But then he hesitated, his gaze drifting toward the door you had just stormed out of. The edge of his lips twitched in a way that was all too vulnerable, too honest. âBut thereâs something about her,â he admitted, his voice softening. âSheâs fierce and passionate. When sheâs angry, itâs like sheâs alive in a way I canât help but be drawn to. Itâs frustrating, but⌠but sheâs not afraid to challenge me, to call me out.â He paused, searching for the right words, his heart racing.
âAnd so that makes it right for you to annoy her to that point?â
He shrugged. âI donât know. I canât help it. I want her to see the real me, too. Itâs like I canât breathe when sheâs around and thenâwhen she leaves? Itâs like the air just⌠disappears.â He ran a hand through his hair, a mix of confusion and desire etched across his features. âShe challenges me in ways I never expected, and it drives me insane, but I canât help but want more of her.â
âWow,â Sarah said softly, her voice full of surprise. âI didnât think Iâd see the day Rafe Cameron talked about someone like thisâbut mess around with her like that one more time, and Iâll hurt you.â
The sun spilled into your bedroom, casting a warm glow that felt inviting. But you stirred, still brimming with the tumult of emotions from last night. Rafeâs words echoed in your mindâhis teasing, the way he pushed your buttons, and the way your heart raced despite your annoyance. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over your head, hoping to drown out the memories.
But then laughter broke through the haze of your thoughts. It was bright and carefree, drifting in through the open window. Intrigued, you tossed off the blanket and slid out of bed, your curiosity piqued. A quick glance outside revealed the source of the joyful sounds: Sarah, Wheezie, and Rafe were out by the pool, splashing water and playfully throwing each other around.
Rafe, wearing nothing but swim trunks that hung low on his hips, was the centerpiece of the scene, effortlessly drawing your gaze. His tanned skin glimmered, accentuating the muscles that rippled as he dove and surfaced in the water, laughter spilling from his lips, infectious and buoyant.
You caught yourself ogling him, eyes roaming over the way the water dripped from his hair, the way his body moved with ease and confidence. It wasnât fair, reallyâhow could someone be so effortlessly captivating? The sun caught the edges of his grin as he tossed Wheezie playfully into the pool, the sound of her laughter ringing out like music.
You were lost in the moment, so caught up in the heat of his gaze that you didnât even notice the way your thighs clenched together, craving the contact that felt just out of reach. All you could think about was the overwhelming desire to touch himâeverywhere. You imagined your hands gliding over his toned chest, feeling the hard flex of his biceps beneath your fingertips, tracing the lines of his powerful arms as they wrapped around your body, waist, and ass pulling you closer.
You wanted him. God, did you want him.
Why did he have this effect on you? Why was he constantly invading your thoughts, even now?
A sudden buzz from your phone pulled you from your reverie. You grabbed it from the bedside table and saw a message from Sarah: âGet your ass out here! Weâre in the pool, itâs fun! Youâll want to join us!â
A smile tugged at your lips at Sarah's enthusiasm, but a moment of hesitation passed as you remembered the tension of last night. Still, you didnât want to be the odd one out. With a determined sigh, you pulled yourself away from the window and began to get ready.
You rummaged through your drawers, searching for that one bikini that made you look stunning and earned you a handful of compliments every time you wore it. Finally, you found it: a deep emerald green that contrasted perfectly against your skin tone. It was cut high, accentuating your legs, the top was daring, showing just enough to leave to the imagination. You paired it with a pair of denim shorts.
You headed towards the back door, nerves swirling in your stomach. As you stepped outside, the head of the sun hit you like a wave, and the sounds of laughter grew louder.
âYouâre awake!â Sarah exclaimed, her voice bright and cheerful. âI thought weâd have to drag you out here!â
You laughed lightly, feeling a playful energy surge within you. âIâm here, arenât I?â You shot back, trying to keep your tone light as you made your way toward the pool.
Wheezie exclaimed, eyes wide of admiration. âWow, Y/N! Look at you!â
âThanks!â you replied, trying to play it cool but secretly loving the attention. You glanced at Rafe, who had turned to face you, and your heart raced at the sight of him leaning against the poolâs edge, water cascading down his toned body.
His gaze lingered on you, a mix of surprise and appreciation playing across his features. âWell, well, if it isnât the queen herself,â he teased, that infuriating smirk stretching across his face. âNice of you to join us.â
You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, feigning indifference as you busied yourself with anything but him. The events of last night were still fresh in your mind, a heated clash that left you reeling and more than a little irritated. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
âOh, so I get the silent treatment?â he drawled, his voice dripping with playful disbelief. âIâm devastated,â he added, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly irresistible smirk that always made your heart flutter.
Instead, you focused on Sarah and Wheezie, who were gleefully splashing water at each other. You couldnât help but feel the pull of their energy.Â
Hours rolled by and you settled onto a lounge chair, you could feel Rafeâs eyes on you, the heat of his gaze igniting your skin in a way that both thrilled and annoyed you. He was still in the pool, looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You didnât know but you were driving him crazy with that attitude of yours, this whole ignoring thing and your fucking bikini.Â
Sarah and Wheezie went inside the house to prepare some snacks and drinks for us because we were getting hungry and thirsty, leaving only Rafe and you.Â
You pulled your phone, pretending to scroll through social media, anything to distract yourself from the way your heart raced at his presence. A notification lit up your phone, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jakeâs name flash across the screen. The excitement surged through you as you opened the message:
"Hey, gorgeous. I really like you, and Iâd love to take you out sometime. You in?"
He was cuteâway too cute.
A grin crept onto your lips, and for once, you allowed yourself to enjoy the attention from someone who wasnât toying with your emotions. Someone who actually seemed genuine. No games, no mixed signals. Just interest. The kind that felt refreshing after dealing with someone who never seemed to know what he wanted.
You barely had time to revel in it before Rafeâs voice cut through the moment, sharp and demanding. âWhatâs got you smiling like that?â
Your grip tightened on your phone instinctively, and you flicked your gaze up to him, feigning nonchalance. âOh, nothing. Just a friend,â you said, slipping your phone screen down against your thigh.
Rafe wasnât buying it. His eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over his face. âJust a friend, huh?â His voice had that dangerous edge to it, the one you knew too well. âFunny, you donât usually smile like that over friends.â
You felt his eyes burning into you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. âReally? Maybe you donât know me as well as you think,â you teased, biting back the smirk threatening to break free.
Rafeâs jaw clenched. âWho was it?â
âLike I said, just a friend,â you repeated, your voice smooth, but now you were teasing on purpose. You could feel his irritation rising, and part of you enjoyed it. âWhat, are you jealous or something?â
He scoffed, though you didnât miss the way his eyes darkened. âWhy the hell would I be jealous?â he snapped, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. âIâm just asking a question.â
âUh-huh.â You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and tilting your head, watching him closely. âRight. Just a casual question, huh? Totally doesnât sound like someoneâs jealous.â
His hands were now resting on the edge of the pool, gripping it just a little too tightly. âIâm not jealous,â he repeated, but the way his gaze darted to your phone said otherwise. âBut if itâs someone trying to get at you, then yeah, I wanna know. Who is it?â
âSomeone,â you said vaguely, enjoying the fact that Rafe was teetering on the edge of losing it. âSomeone whoâs interested, clearly.â
Rafeâs eyes flared, and the jealousy in his voice became impossible to miss. âInterested in what? You?â His lips curled into a scowl, his muscles tense. âWhat, you think some random guyâs gonnaââ
âMaybe,â you cut in, your smile growing. âMaybe heâs actually straightforward, you know? No mind games, no drama. Just a guy who knows what he wants.â
His brows shot up, the implication stinging. âAnd you think I donât know what I want?â
You shrugged, not backing down an inch. âWell, you never seem to make it that clear. Maybe someone else is going to take your place as myââ
The possessiveness in his eyes flared. He pushed himself up out of the pool, water dripping from his shoulders as he moved closer, his presence looming over you. âNo oneâs stepping up, got it? No oneâs taking my place.â
You met his gaze, unflinching, even as your heart raced a little faster. âOh? And what exactly is your place, Rafe?â
He leaned in, the heat between you practically crackling. âYou know damn well where my place is,â he murmured, his voice low, daring, yet with a hint of uncertainty creeping in. âAnd Iâm not about to let some bitch ass slide in because you think I donât care.â
You smiled, tilting your head, savoring the tension. âSeems like you do care. Maybe more than you want to admit.â
âBecause I do care, Y/N,â he murmured softly, swiping his wet thumb across your cheek. âI told you already that I cared way too damn much.â
Rafeâs thumb lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through your body despite the heat of the day. His eyes held yours, dark and intense, as if he were trying to convey all the words he couldnât quite say aloud. The air between you was thick, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long.
You swallowed hard, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. âYour way of showing it is fucked, Rafe.â
Your words were meant to cut, but they came out softer than you intended, almost like a challenge. His jaw tightened, but instead of snapping back with some cocky retort, he stepped even closer. The scent of chlorine and his skin invaded your senses, and you couldnât help but notice how his muscles tensed as he towered over you, dripping with water, his presence commanding.
âI care,â he repeated, his voice lower now, almost a growl. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back to your eyes, like he was making a decision in real time. âI care more than you know.â
Before you could muster a reply, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, your breath hitching as his lips hovered near your ear. âI think you know exactly what my place is,â he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken desire. âAnd youâre not running from it.â
His breath was hot against your skin, sending a wave of heat cascading down your spine. He didnât move right away, as if savoring the tension that crackled between you, the nearness, the inevitability of it all. Your heart pounded in your chest, your pulse quickening as his lips brushed, ever so lightly, against the sensitive spot just below your ear.
You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of your shorts as your body reacted to him, heat pooling low in your belly. âRafeâŚâ you whispered, not quite a protest, but not quite giving in either.
But he wasnât about to back down now. He shifted closer, his mouth grazing the curve of your neck, soft at first, then firmer, the scrape of his teeth making your pulse race. Your skin ignited under his touch, and a low moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.
âYou feel that?â he whispered, his lips trailing lower, his voice husky and thick with need. âThatâs not some game. Thatâs real.â
Your body arched toward him of its own accord, your resistance melting as his hands slid down to your waist, fingers pressing firmly into your skin, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his lips teasing, torturing, as they brushed along your collarbone. Every touch, every whisper was setting your nerves alight, and you were dizzy with the intensity of it.
âYouâre such an ass,â you muttered, trying to keep a shred of control, but your voice lacked conviction.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. âMaybe,â he agreed, his lips brushing the spot just beneath your ear again, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. âBut you canât stop thinking about me, can you?â
You hated how right he was. You hated how easily he could unravel you, how even now, you were leaning into his touch, craving more of it. But there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of hearing it.
âStop being so cocky,â you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered with the desire that coursed through you.
But Rafe wasnât in the mood to stop. His hand slid to your lower back, pulling your body flush against his, the coolness of his skin mingling with your own heat. You could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling as his lips grazed your shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin, just enough to make you shudder.
âAdmit it,â he murmured against your neck, his voice a deep, rough command. âYou want this.â
You closed your eyes, fighting to hold onto your last thread of self-control, but the tension between you was overwhelming, suffocating. His lips moved lower, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Your breath came in ragged gasps as your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world.
âRafeâŚâ you breathed, your voice barely audible, as his hand slid down to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin possessively. You could feel his breath on your neck, his lips hovering just above the place where your pulse raced beneath the surface.
âI want you, Y/N,â he whispered against your skin, his voice raw, filled with the desire that had been simmering between you for what felt like forever. âAnd Iâm not letting anyone else have you.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could think better of it, your hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, your body aching for the contact youâd been denying yourself for so long.
Your lips collided with his in a heated rush, all the pent-up tension and desire finally unraveling between you. Rafeâs hands immediately gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you like heâd been waiting for this moment forever. His lips were demanding, rough and hungry, but there was a softness to the way he held you, like he wanted to savor every second. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his wet hair, feeling the slickness of the pool water on his skin as his body pressed against yours.
The taste of him, mixed with the faint tang of chlorine, was intoxicating. It was all-consuming, drowning out every rational thought. He kissed you like he was staking his claim, like he wanted to erase any trace of doubt from your mind, and for a moment, you let him. Your body responded instinctively, arching against his as his hands roamed down your back, gripping you tighter.
When you finally broke apart, both of you gasping for air, Rafeâs forehead rested against yours, his eyes dark with desire and something deeperâsomething more vulnerable. His chest heaved as he looked at you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. âI like you, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. âI like you so much it drives me crazy. No more pretending.â
You stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of the cocky facade he usually wore, but it was gone. This was Rafe stripped bare, no teasing, no arroganceâjust raw honesty. It made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the kiss.
Your breath caught in your throat as you considered what he was saying. Could you trust him? Could you really let your guard down and give in to this, knowing how easily he could hurt you?
But before you could overthink it, he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache, and all your doubts melted away. At that moment, it didnât matter what had happened before, or what might happen after. All that mattered was how he made you feel right nowâwanted, desired, seen.
Rafe pulled back, his thumb brushing gently against your bottom lip, his eyes flicking between yours. âTell me you feel it too,â he whispered, his voice rough, almost pleading. âTell me Iâm not the only one. Tell me, princess.â
You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. There was no point in pretending anymore. âYouâre not,â you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. âYou drive me crazy, Rafe, tooâI donât want to feel this way, but I do.â
His lips curved into a small, triumphant smile, but there was relief in his eyes too, like heâd been holding his breath, waiting for you to say it. âGood,â he murmured, his hand cupping your face as his thumb stroked your cheek. âBecause I donât think I can let you go.â
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Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.
That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.
That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.
That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.
That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.
That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.
That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.
None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.
I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.
If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.
Celebrate fan work!
To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.
#unforth rambles#this wasn't really prompted by anything#I'm just sick and tired and distractable#or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now#like no one has disrespected me#but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs#i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF???#like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term#and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone#y'all are awesome#thank you so much
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Another story prompt. Dead on main, this time.
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Danny stared into the emotionless red helmet as the wrench he was twirling clattered to the concrete floor. "What?"
Red Hood tilted his head "You should come work for me. Name your price. I'll even let you keep working here."
Danny swallowed. Swallowed again. Gotham U tuition wasn't cheap, even with a partial scholarship. And it didn't cover books. Added onto the bills and rent that were overdue. Danny added all of it up together and multiplied the number by 5. He half expected Hood to shoot him on the spot, but the man just nodded.
"Done. You start tomorrow. I'll pick you up here at closing time." The man turned and started walking toward the door.
"That's an insane amount of money you just agreed to!" He called out.
"You could have asked for more." Hood said, and the door slammed behind him.
Danny let out a Shakey breath and picked up the fallen wrench. Red Hoods mechanic, huh? What even was his life?
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc comics#batman#dead on main#dpxdc#danny fenton/jason todd#mechanic!danny#danny works for red hood#story prompt#writing prompt#evandarya writes
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Little Snippets #1
"Father, please do not scare the children."
"FATHER?"
Alfred let out a sigh at the children's reaction as well as his own fathers sheepish laugh as the man scratched the back of his head. Once more he couldn't help but marvel at how young his own father looked. But then again the fact that his father was by now a timeless being and rule of an entire realm likely contributed to it. He glanced at the still shell shocked children and stoic Bruce, a part of him took a bit of pleasure in their shock.
"Master Bruce, may I introduce to you my father." Alfred hummed indicating to the floating man with blazing white hair and glowing green eyes in regal clothing, well aside from the damned jumpsuit his own mother had never refrained from complaining about.
"Daniel James Fenton." The butler continued eyes crinkling with a smile as he watched his charges. "Ruler of the Infinite Realms."
"Just Danny is fine. Honestly it must be your mothers influence with how formal you turned out Al..." The man, Danny added reaching a hand out to ruffle Alfred's hair that Alfred sidestepped. Not because he didn't like his fathers show of affection, no because he had appearance to uphold and he didn't need to shock the children any more than he already had.
"T-that must be a joke, right Alfie...?" Jason spoke up being the first one to regain his ability to speak coherently.
"I am afraid not Master Jason. This man is indeed my father." Alfred hummed amused, he would think that with their near daily dealings with villains, aliens, supernatural and other beings they would be less shocked. But as it seemed his family didn't seem able to warp their heads around this. Surely they must have suspected some sort of supernatural connection to him, after all how do they think he was able to keep the entire Manor as clean as it is? He had his pocketwatch from his grandfather as his secret weapon after all.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#alfred pennyworth#batfamily#jason todd#bruce wayne#Danny is Alfred's Dad#crack?#probably#a litte bit of Alfred appreciation#small piece written in the last 7 minutes of my lunch break at work#dc x dp prompt#fanfic promt#random ideas
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Danny was enjoying himself. His new haunt was suprisingly spacious and came with lots of charges who needed protection and care.
The old butler guy, Alfred, seemed to at least have an idea of what was going on. He had been making extra food lately and leaving it out for Danny to eat in a secluded area. Danny always made sure to turn the plate invisible and sneak it back to his hidden passage panic room before he started eating.
In return, Danny made sure to do lots of chores around the manor. Intangibility and wind manipulation made dusting super easy if you knew how to use it right.
Danny also took his job as a guardian spirit seriously. He overheard the bats fighting about not wanting to be coddled on patrol and decided it was best to let them handle themselves outside of the manor. Danny himself hated when people stuck thier noses into his business.
Jazz had screwed him over countless times with her good intentions.
But the manor was different. This was his new haunt after his old one kicked him out. This family had invited him in whether they knew it or not. Also, since the Fentons and GIW don't exist in this world, they'd have a hell of a time kicking him out.
It's best not to let it come to that. So Danny had to make these people love him the way Amity Park never did.
The Wayne's however are rather dense. You would think them being the worlds greatest detectives would mean something, but they kept silently blaming each other for things happening around the manor until they couldn't.
A book being put away when they were done with it or their messes being cleaned up when they came back into a room could be easily explained by how many people lived there. The family entering the dining room, discussing what they were going to order for dinner since Alfred was gone for a week only to find a full meal waiting for them on the diner table? They couldn't brush that off.
None of them could cook.
#dpxdc#prompts#fanfiction prompts#danny phantom#danny fenton#batman#danny haunting the waynes#but was like a protection spirit#hes basically a secret butler#Bruce is losing it#the bats are wary of the food and Danny's just like: I worked hard on that! You better eat it!
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pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting rafe for the first time? đ°
warnings: jealous!rafe, topper calls you âdollâ, a lil bit of flirting, slight fluff
âgirl scout, two oâclock.â kelce cleared his throat, topper and rafe following his gaze. you stood at the receptionist desk, chatting with the director about your plans for the week. âis she really a girl scout?â rafeâs eyes trailed down the soft curls of your hair, stopping just above the neckline of your top.
ânah, we just call her that because she sells cookies and shit. âreally good by the way, highly recommend.â kelce leaned back in his seat, forgetting all about the cards in his hands as you started making your way towards the three of them. rafe would be lying if he said the way his friends ogled you didnât bother him.
âhey! what game are you guys playing?â you sat your basket down on the hardwood table, eyes flickering over to rafe. âjust some solitaire.â topper shrugged, removing the cloth that covered your treats. âwhat do you got for us this week, doll?â if rafe was bothered earlier, he was even more so now.
you smiled, tilting the basket so they can all steal a peek. âshortbread and chocolate chip.â rafe didnât care to look at anything else other than your face, his gaze sweeping over your features. âiâve never seen you before.â he finally spoke up, his voice immediately drawing your attention.
âuhm, i donât think iâve seen you either..â you extended a hand, âwhatâs your name?â rafe didnât hesitate to return your gesture, taking your hand in his. ârafe, and yours?â your heart skipped a beat when you felt his thumb stroke your skin. ây/-â kelce chimed in before you could answer his question.
âiâll take two of each. and one of you.â rafeâs head shot in his friends direction, his grip on your wrist tightening. laughing nervously, you brushed off kelceâs remark. âactually, heâs not taking anything. i, however, would like the whole basket.â shaking your head, you waited for rafe to say he was kidding.
âoh! youâre serious-â rafe got up, taking the basket in his free hand as he led you two outside and away from his obnoxious buddies. âwhat the hell!â topper shouted. without protesting, you allowed rafe to take you to a more secluded space, your dainty heels clicking against the pavement.
âis everything okay? i-â rafe stopped in front of the country clubâs garden. âdo you have a boyfriend?â he blurted, making you stumble over your next few words. âuhm, well! no, but..â taking his wallet out of his pocket, rafe took a couple hundred dollar bills before cutting you off.. again.
ânot that it matters if you do, cause iâll just take his place.â the certainty in his voice made your face flush with a new profound sense of shyness. he placed the folded bills in your palm, a smile forming on his lips at your smitten expression. âhow are you so sure that youâll be my boyfriend?â you asked.
âbecause i always get what i want.â
#â¤ď¸â âš works#âËâšâĄ pogue!sweetheart!reader#jealous!rafe#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks smut#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron imagine#rafe edit#rafe fluff#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe fic#obx#obx fanfiction#obx smut#obx rafe#rafe obx#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader
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D1: ' Enjoying yourself? ' ' Most definitely. '
#messyr#some tag in twitter prompt lol#scooting these prompts while working on other things and SCHOOOOOOL#doodle#artists on tumblr#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel alastor#lucifer morningstar#hazbin alastor#radioapple
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DP x DC Prompt #16
When Hal had asked him which town he protected, Danny was more than happy to tell him, "Amity Park!" When Hal asked Danny where it was, Danny hadn't thought the response, "At this moment? Or where it was last week?" would've caused such chaos in the meeting.
Danny knew not everyone's town traveled across the country, but he didn't think it was odd enough to warrant this kind of reaction.
#finemeal prompt#dp x dc#danny fenton#justice league#hal jordon#amity park#amity park moves around#ya know how a lot of people put amity park in different states?#this is my âin universeâ reason for it#like amity park just moves from city to city#just living its best life#one day you go to bed in Minnesota#and wake up in California#just another day in the life of Amity Parkers#they're used to it#don't ask me how this works practically#it just works#trust me
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DCxDP where Danny moved to Gotham to escape Amity, and decided to become an EMT to fulfill his obsession, since heâll be found if he tries to go out as Phantom.
He encounters the bats as both civilians and vigilantes, and theyâre consistently amazed (and suspicious) of his ability to survive things that by all means should kill him, and to save others in the process.
Still, despite their suspicions (or maybe because of them), several of the bats befriend Danny, and make a point of making sure heâs doing okay during larger scale threats to Gotham.
Still, they never have any solid proof of anything abnormal about him until one of the bats dies in action.
It doesnât really matter much how it happened. Maybe they suffocated on smoke, maybe they drowned, maybe they were beaten or strangled or shot. What matters is that theyâre definitely dead, and theyâre not getting back up.
âŚUntil, that is, Danny removes his gloves, rubs his hands together, and uses the little control he has over electricity to force their heart to start to beat, their lungs to expand and contract. Until he uses a thin sheen of ice to cover their more serious wounds, and helps the bats at the scene to move them to the Batmobile.
Maybe, perhaps, Dannyâs cover as a normal civilian was blown after that.
Maybe.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dcxdp prompt#dcxdp drabble#dcxdp crossover#my idea was that jason dies and dick is the one at the scene#and heâs trying to shock him back to life with the excrima sticks but it isnât working#but you can do it with anyone idc lol
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The Lazarus Pits are actually ectoplasm distilleries made by ghosts that have since been abandoned after being discovered by humans.
Raâs Al Ghul, various heroes, villains, all were revived due to the ghost equivalent of Blinds You strength moonshine.
Additional idea: Danny doesnât know of the existence of Lazarus Pits and just turned 21. Ember brings him to her favorite Lazarus Pit; the one thatâs directly under Gotham
#the Lazarus pit under Gotham is canon btw and I think a lot of folks donât know about it#itâs a shame bc thereâs so many fun ideas u can work with with that in mind#dpxdc#danny phantom#dp x dc#bones prompts
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asking rafe âdo you like me?â in the middle of him blowing your back out
the bed creaks alongside the rhythm at which the headboard jolts into the wall each time rafe thrusts but you can barely hear it over your own mewls. heâd come close to winning in the motorcycle race, and despite jj maybank impeding his near winâ rafe actually seemed pretty ecstatic.
you figured he liked to hear all those people cheering his name, supporting him for once. it made a change from all those times at the country club, or the house parties where his name would only be brought up in a sour whisper, murmuring about some rumour that wasnât really a rumourâ and next thing you know rafe would totally crash out. no, it wasnât like that this time. people looked⌠happy to see him.
girls especially. waving their signs and flags and pushing their chest out when heâd come by. âgood luck, rafe!â theyâd coo and he was so high off the adrenaline he didnât even do much to ignore them. you let him have his moment, but now he was fucking you into the mattress â it was creeping up on you again.
âmhhâmmâmmâ you cry into the pillow, his hips plapping against your ass.
âyeah, thaâs that good shit huh? you like that winners dick?â he all but hollers, out of breath and clammy as he pushes your lower back down some more.
in a daze, you respond â but not to answer to his question, to ask your own.
âhuh? gotta speak up, yeah?â he pulls the pillow beneath you that muffles you aside and tosses it away rather quickly as to not impede on his rhythm.
âdâyou like me?â you whine louder, as if it were a pain to repeat yourself.
you hear him heave out a breath, winded by the amount of conversation taking place at the speed he was pounding you and he slows, dropping some weight down onto you.
âwhâ do i like you? what the hell kindaââ
âforget it.â you sniffle, attempting to push yourself up on your hands so you could quickly depart and wallow in the embarrassment but without thinking he pushes you back down onto the bouncy mattress, still sheathed fully inside.
âquit that. âcourse i like you, alright? why are you asking me that?â
you donât turn to look at him, the older boy still staring at the back of your head. you shrug your bare shoulders.
rafe licks his lips. he knew what girls could be like â hell, he had two sisters after all. random bouts of sensitivity and insecurity were never more than a short stop awayâ so he figured you were simply having one of those. he sighs, dropping down lower to bear hug you from the back, wrapping his arms around your torso.
âyou think iâd fuck you like this if i didnât like you?â he rolls his hips again slowly, the stretch maddening and you groan, watery eyes fluttering.
âdunno.â
âeverything i god damn do is for you alright? of course i like you. now do you want to keep chatting? or do you want me to fuck you. hm?â he teases, starting to up his pace again.
you were a sucker for reassurance, you truly would have loved if he went on â but in that moment, there was only one correct answer, and all you could think was fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
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