Prompt 95
Captain Marvel, new Den-Mother (despite the fact he himself is a child even if the league isn’t aware of that fact) for the Young Justice team blinks. Klarion, so-called chaos lord, blinks back in the middle of a spell.
He tilts his head. The other baby realms-being mirrors him. His own magic-fueled core pulses, and a chaos-core vibrates back. Oh. Ah. So that’s what’s happening.
“They can’t play right now,” he explains to the barely-younger ancient-in-training, ignoring the team’s incredulous looks at his words with the practice of someone who had to deal with the voices of gods all the time.
And Batman’s narrowing eyes. Scary.
The chaos-core thrums in a distinct pouting-sensation, alongside a whine unique to young ghostlings. A whine that he replied with, even if only they could hear. Come play later, busy now, he insisted again, even if Klarion’s pouting was turning visible before it shifted to a scowl.
“Fiiine…” And then the chaosling was gone, his familiar with him. Billy really wished he could join in disappearing, seeing the info-hungry look in the others’ eyes.
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Dark!Rafe stalking reader 🤭🤭🤭
MY FAVE 😖 ok this ended up being 1.3k words clearly i love stalker!rafe and got carried away ok!! (tw stalker!rafe, dark!rafe, noncon/mentions of smut, yk the vibes 🙄)
rafe’s not stalking you, persay. no, he definitely wouldn’t put it that way at all. he’s not some desperate weirdo. he just has a…special interest in you. he couldn’t even pinpoint exactly where the curiousity started; he was so far out of your league, so far out of your social class. yet the kook still finds himself constantly checking on your social media, plus that of your friends and family too. always wondering where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with. you never post any guys, but rafe wonders who’s taking the beautiful pictures you choose to post. his attempts at sliding up on your story or liking some of your pictures go unnoticed, he’s essentially having conversations with himself in your DMs. but that’s okay, you clearly just didn’t see them, right?
that’s what rafe tells himself. he’s also able to learn a lot of your routine just from your instagram, which is what made it so easy for rafe to pop up at your job or at the gym you go to, just lurking in the distance, watching you go about your daily activities. it was easier to contain his…excitement at work, but seeing you strut out of the gym, your abundance of exposed skin still shiny with sweat. your gym shorts had that little scrunch in the middle, and the way your ass ripples when you walk is nothing short of intriguing. your tits always looked good in your sports bras, too. after the first couple times catching you after your workouts, rafe started to bring tissue, and a small bottle of lotion. because boy, did he need it. every single time.
the daydreams about you are neverending for rafe. quite often, he’s lost in his head, a place where he’s already staked his claim on you. rafe’s met your family, picked a ring for your proposal, even drafted a few names for the kids you would give him one day in his mind. you’d be an amazing mother, he was sure of it. after all, you always seemed to do so well with your neices and nephews you posted online.
when he starts to feel a little more bold, rafe might ransack the trash can he watched you walk past, digging through the waste for the water bottle you’d discarded. rafe swears he can make out your smaller fingerprints on the plastic, and he’s sure he can still see the remnants of your chapstick around the bottle when he twists the lid off. it’s the same chapstick he went out and bought after he saw you using it, just so he could feel a little closer to you. he imagined your lips probably felt twice as soft as the chapstick did.
and he really wanted to find out. rafe wondered what it would feel like to hold you down, push his hard length past your tight walls. he wanted to know how much you’d resist, how much force he’d have to exude on you to fit all of him inside. he also wanted to know how many guys had even been inside of you before; he hoped the answer was none.
his delusions take themselves to a new level when he finds himself sitting in his truck with the lights off one night, parked right outside of your house. he can see you through the window upstairs, your silouhette moving about in the only room with a light on at this ungodly hour. why are you up? he wonders, and before he can stop himself, his feet are carrying him to your front door. when he finds it’s locked, he makes his way to one of the windows, satisfaction running through him when he’s able to push the glass up with no resistance. he heads straight upstairs, following the sound of the TV in your bedroom.
the scream you let out when he carefully barges into your room startled rafe. and you didn’t stop when he closed the door, you simply created more distance between the two of you, cowering down behind your bed in terror. rafe can only tilt his head, silent as he processes the fact that he’s now within mere feet of you, standing in your room, a place he’d only ever seen on his phone screen.
you’re desperately trying to evade him as he stalks through your room, trying to get his hands on you. he’s not even being aggressive or demanding, speaking to you in such an eerily calm tone, it’s chilling. he’s being so polite, yet you’re being so…defiant. so dramatic, the way you flail around and cry out when he finally manages to subdue you in his hold, large arms wrapping around your figure and holding you close to him.
he feels your tears slide down his hand as it’s splayed over your mouth, soft lips brushing against his palm and activating a stirring in his groin. for a moment, rafe’s able to ignore the way you struggle in his arms, able to drown out your screams and whimpers as he simply basks in the feeling of your body pressed so tightly up against his. the same ass he practically drooled over at the gym now firm against his hard on. it was a euphoric feeling, truly, ruined when you bit down on his hand harshly.
the attack made his grip falter just slightly, but it was enough for you to push off of his solid chest, quickly flinging yourself away from him and darting for the bathroom. rafe’s quick to chase after you, easily catching up and shoving his heavy boot inbetween the door just as you thought you’d made it to safety. he shoves it open with little effort, sending you crumbling to the floor in a frantic heap. he’s sure he looks scary as he towers over you, chest heaving and muscles flexed. the floor was a good place for you to be, he thought. rafe simply sinks down to his knees, wasting no time dealing you a harsh backhand to the face, payback for the faint blood that now dripped down his palm.
the force of the back of his hand on your cheek was enough to shut you up, and rafe could feel the moment you gave in, the moment you realized you’d struggled too hard too quickly, and now tired yourself out too much to fight him in this more compromising position. he holds you in place by your face as he fumbles with his belt, hurrying to yank the leather from his pants, which quickly fell right after, followed by his boxers. all the material pooled at his bent knees, and that’s when he reached for your shirt, pushing the thin fabric up your stomach to reveal only a lace pair of panties beneath. he always wondered if you were wearing shorts, or anything at all underneath your oversized t-shirts in your mirror selfies on instagram, and rafe was satisfied with the answer he got now.
he pulls your thong to the side, revealing your bare cunt to his wide eyes. you try to fight him again when you feel a foreign set of fingers grazing such a sensitive area, but this second slap is much more unforgiving. it leaves your ears ringing, head spinning, and you’re too disoriented to stop rafe from spreading his precum around his tip, providing the minimal lubrication needed to fully sheath himself into you on the first thrust. fucking you proved to be everything he pictured and more, and watching your face crumble, seeing you break apart on his cock beneath him, rafe knew this wouldn’t be his last time having his way with you.
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