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obsolescent · 8 months

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Leon S. Kennedy Headcanons

Author’s Note: As you know, I write Leon in a certain way. Here’s headcanons that I have for him...I think about him a bit too much, I fear. My desire for Leon to be a country boy is the product of living in the south and also some projecting, lol. Some of these delve pretty deep and some of these are niche. If you want to share any headcanons that you have, please do. I love creating lore for characters that we know little about! Thank you to @roseglazedlens for reading over most of these for me! I’ll also be doing a NSFW version as well, the alphabet prompt.

Content warnings: Mature rating, no gendered language used for reader, nothing sexual but general discussion of Leon and his life so that involves alcohol, depression, suicidal thoughts, trauma.

NSFW Alphabet

Leon is more or less introverted from how he behaves in the games and movies, I was thinking probably INFJ-T for his personality type.

He’s bisexual. He likes whoever he can be comfortable and feel safe around, though with his hinted attractions, he prefers dark haired people.

There’s been speculation that Raccoon City is based around Springfield, Missouri, based on a few factors, so I tried to think of where he could be from. I was choosing based on my desire to have him connected to the south in some way while also not being too far from Springfield. We don’t know how far he traveled or how long it took him to get there during the events of RE2, unfortunately.

I thought of specifically around where Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, and Tennessee meet. It would also be a convenient area for his family’s mentioned crime involvement.

Also why he doesn’t have much of an accent due to being near four different states. He is of Italian descent which is one of the canon things we know. KY, MO, and TN have a higher percentage of Italian Americans in the south from what I’ve researched.

If I had to choose a specific city, it would be Paducah, Kentucky. Definitely more of a small town kind of guy. It’s also around 5 hours from Springfield.

I don’t believe he went into the foster care system, though it’s not stated. But I like to think the police officer who saved him adopted him.

Also I feel like he’s autistic in some way, generally based on how he acts and carries himself in the games. (He’s just like me fr)

His favorite brand of cars is Jeep.

He’s definitely the type of Jeep owner to wave at every Jeep he passes by while driving.

We know he likes Ducati too, he drives a XDiavel in Vendetta and DI.

He can do minor repairs, on both cars and motorcycles. A bit of a mechanic in his spare time when he’s home from missions, helping some of the others when they have car troubles.

His love language is definitely acts of service.

Even platonically, if he overhears a friend having a bad day, he’ll stop and ask if they need help with their work, or get them their favorite snack.

Romantically, he’ll bring you flowers, drive by your pharmacy to check if you have anything that needs to be picked up, tidies up the house, cooks for you, prepares you lunch for work, gives you massages if you’ve had a tough day.

He’s not the best at cooking, but learns quickly, so if you give him tips on how to improve, he’ll apply them to the next time he makes something.

Pretty sure blue is his favorite color, we see him wearing it a lot.

There’s speculation on what he smells like, I think even some perfumes made for him? But personally, I don’t think he would wear typical masculine scents, something more alone the lines of citrus/clean/fresh. One I think he would wear is Nautica Blue by Nautica. It smells so good.

He has some religious background. With how Leon behaves/carries himself, it leads me to believe his family were a part of the Church of Christ, which would correlate with the location I chose.

Leon, to this day, follows the church’s principles: “In essentials, unity; in opinions, liberty; in all things, love.” It’s something he repeats often in his head.

He sings, having taken it up at church. After the incident with his family, he continued, as it reminded him of attending, and of his mother, how she would sing him to sleep. He likes to pop into random churches during times of service.

Not straying too far in, just near the exit to join in with singing and reminisce on his own memories.

With singing, he's a baritone.

His favorite song is We Shall Be Free by Garth Brooks.

He’s all over with his music taste, from alternative to country, divorced dad rock, pop, to gospel hymns. If it has a catchy tune, he’ll like it, not too picky with music.

To get into the sad bits, we know he liked to drink to cope, a functional alcoholic.

He would have trouble sleeping through the night, drinking helped.

Sees a therapist and isn’t the most truthful during meetings. Afraid to open up about everything that’s happened to him.

In RE6, you can see a document where Leon confesses he’s thought about suicide, as far back as RE2, so he’s struggled with depression.

Doesn’t do well with large crowds or gatherings. Stays on the outskirts of any event unless he has to go deeper into the throng for the sake of a mission.

Firm believer of his corny one liners:

*Gets bill* “What’s the damage?”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

*Starts raining* “We needed this.”

Also looks out the window/stands on the porch when there’s a storm coming.

He keeps a memory box. It holds items he’s kept from each of his missions. It’s small things, like a key, a piece of paper, photos, a keychain. He looks in it every once in a while, so he doesn’t forget about what he’s done, who he’s helped, and those who didn’t make it.

Not the best with technology, basic knowledge of what he needs to do and how to get to things, but doesn’t use it much outside of work.

He has to ask you for help sometimes, thankful you’re more knowledgeable on the topic.

Will always tell you goodbye when he leaves for missions, no matter what method he has to use.

Face-to-face, video chat, or even going to your work. He just wants to see you one more time before departing, in case it could be the last time. Though it’s unsaid between you two, it’s in the air, tinging it with sadness and trepidation.

When he comes back, though, he immediately notifies you and wants to see you as soon as possible. He holds you a little tighter than he usually does for the first few days after returning from a mission.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon headcanons #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy hc #leon kennedy imagine

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chefbeepo · 6 months

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Can you tell he just had a discussion with Nautica and Drift abt the miracle of life???

Drew this while listening to a small concerto in Out Of The Blue from ELO that is the definition of fucking CEREBRAL. It made me lose my marbles

Probably definitely gonna draw his talk with nauts and drift btw

#transformers #brainstorm #perceptor #simpatico #percy is so done with his shit

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altraviolet · 3 months

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Sorry if someone's already said it-

I remember a line, at some point, where Soundwave's feeling would have been "a blue crystal, a few shades off Rodimus' eyes"(or something alike).

Was Soundwave really feeling *horny* at that point ? Since the blue crystal was the "last emotion"

ohhh no one has asked. I was wondering if anyone would put this together, but no one has yet (at least, in a comment where I could see it)

cobalt blue is the color of lust

this lighter blue is something else. it was hinted at a couple times earlier in the story :)

beginning of Ch 24:

Soundwave sat at his desk, trimming a blue crystal with a laser scalpel. The ignition of Nautica's happiness was weak, as Soundwave had stood too far from her.

end of Ch 24:

Rodimus's eyes were just a few shades off from the crystal Soundwave had shaped that morning.

This shade of blue is the shade of happiness :)

So when SW does this in Ch 49:

Crystal Club mechs bunched around Soundwave and grinned. Soundwave displayed a light blue on his visor.

He is displaying his happiness :) It is, one could say, his way of smiling in the picture, since he doesn't show his face.

💎

#ask #anonymous #soundwave #echo garden related

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wifetomegatron · 7 months

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HII! I just wanted to say I love your writing so much, it always leaves me with good feelings for the rest of the day lol!

I saw that you’re taking requests and was wondering if you’d be willing to write something for Trailcutter? I don’t see much with him and I’d love to see your take on writing him 💕 sfw or nsfw doesn’t matter.

hi dear, thank you so much for the lovely compliment. what a lovely thing to say <3 and thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about trailcutter, he is indeed underrated, let's change that as i'm starting to grow fond of him !

sober. trailcutter / gn!reader. (nsfw !). (mdni !). drabble.

When Bluestreak asked him how sobriety was going, Trailcutter didn't hesitate — it's good. The blue mech didn't seem convinced, but Trailcutter didn't know what else to say. It is going well. Too well, maybe. Because he's leaning against one of the chairs in Swerve's, and halfway into happy hour, Trailcutter still hasn't ordered anything.

He didn't even want it, despite the sea of mechs drinking and laughing around him. It was the evening after a successful recon mission down in one of the organic planets. The whole crew's here, even Megatron. And despite the co-captain's efforts in smacking the alcoholic out of him, the newfound inability to get drunk didn't come with the sudden want to stop drinking. And the first few months were horrible, but Primus, if they weren't worth it.

You were across the room, making conversation with Nautica and Velocity. All smiles as you nursed your glass of wine. He thinks you look beautiful: cheeks partially flushed as you look up from your lashes. It's funny to notice all the pretty little details he's been missing out on when he's flat-faced drunk and drooling all over the tables. You were kind, patient — persistent, even, considering that you were the first individual to actually sit him down for an intervention. And after a while, he doesn't need to cope anymore. He just wants to remember. To take in the way the lights hit your skin and bounce off the walls, how the music's making him tap his servos to the beat.

So he tells Bluestreak it's the little things. When he called Trailcutter out for lying, the newly appointed director of security gave his friend a shrug, thinking back on the kisses you'd give him after every session in Rung's office. Of how wet and warm your mouth was pressed against his, loving, praising. And not even Nightmare Fuel can replicate the high you give him — soft hands and plush thighs, sprawled atop him as he lifts you by the waist to pull you down his spike. You'd buck into him, sinking inch by inch, whispering into his audials.

You've been so good lately. You'd whine, fingers trying to push past his valve. So strong, so brave...so handsome.

And with that — he'd come apart.

Rung had told him to find healthier alternatives to managing his self-confidence and doubts. Let's just say with you riding him for cycles on end, he doesn't worry about being a one-trick pony anymore.

So yeah, Trailcutter's telling the next mech the same, honest answer: sobriety is going well. You gave him a wink from the end of the room, already walking to him, hips swaying with invitation. Yeah, it's definitely good.

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mysocks22 · 9 months

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Oops

#me #socks #blue nautica socks #nike sneakers

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starfxkr · 1 month

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moony! i just found this website: https://www.shopyourtv.com/tag/rafe-cameron/

and i'm kind of gagged ... his taste is pretty inexpensive and the idea of him wearing nautica's blue ambition is sooo funny to me. i feel like it was smth rose bought him once that he just decided to roll with.

this also made me curious ab what frag you think the other boys would wear but when i think ab it ... i honestly doubt they wear anything considering how broke everyone was up until the last ep of s3 LOL.

-🐰

rafe wearing nautica is honestly so funny to me and always has like he def got that as a gift and just didn't bother to change because it got him pussy.

for jj I said this a long time ago but he wears old spice im so serious...and I feel like he stole it from his dad and him during his Peak Slut era wore it before he became musty full time but its only $8 so its feasible or he steals it period like we see him steal deodorant so!

pope I don't think he wears anything I think he's unconcerned with it he just like...showers and wears deodorant.

john b I also don't think wears anything outside of deodorant and showering but I think he naturally smells good all the same

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #rafe cameron prompt #john b prompt #pope heyward prompt #🐰 anon

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graceofagodswrath · 1 year

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Transformers/MTMTE x Humans Are Space Orcs

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“What the hell?” Those were the words that left Rodimus’s lips upon seeing their saviors. They had been caught in the crossfire of a firefight upon jumping into another universe. One of the ships, twice the size of the Lost Light, had hooked the ship to their own and attempted escape. The other ship had tried to follow, but was repelled by some nasty particle beams their captor ship used.

The captor ship had invited them to board, promising no harm and wishing to ask question. So a party, made up of Rodimus, Megatron, Ultra Magnus, and Drift, boarded the other ship. What they were not expecting… were humans.

Cybertronian-sized humans. The shortest among the welcoming party was only a few feet shorter than Rodimus. A dark-skinned human, with dreadlocks that reached their waist and a height that rivaled Megatron, was the first to greet them.

“Welcome aboard the Queen Nzinga. I am her captain, Tejumola Adeyemi. But you may call me Teju, as my crew does.” They smiled, white teeth showing a kind of charisma the Cybertronians were unused to.

“I am Rodimus Prime, captain of the Lost Light. This is my second, Ultra Magnus, and third, Drift. And this is my…co-captain, Megatron.” They grew tense, afraid of how the humans would react to the ex-warlord’s presence. However, the crew made no sign of surprise or disgust. In fact, they made no expression at all.

Captain Teju nodded. “I apologize for the damage you may have suffered from our fight with the pirates. It was not our intent to cause any harm. We were attempting to repel them when you appeared.” Teju’s eyes narrowed. “However, it was rather surprising that you seemed to… come out of thin air. Were your sensors not working? You should have been able to see the firefight from the observation deck.”

“Haha,” Rodimus grinned, trying to pass off as nonchalant. “Yea, our… systems were having problems. Our ship is in need of repair, but it’s nothing we can’t handle.”

Teju nodded, though he looked unpersuaded. “Simply ask and we shall provide. Isabella Madrigal is our head engineer,” he gestured to the woman, the shortest among the three humans. Dark hair tied in a bun and wearing oil-stained overalls, she smiled at the four. “She will take care of your repair needs.”

“And Garrison Johnsonn is my Third,” they turned to the third of the party. “He will take care of any non-repair needs.” A male human, with blond curly hair and big blue eyes grinned at them. He then made some gestures, moving his hands to make intricate signs.

Teju nodded, watching Garrisons hands. Then he made similar signs. He turned to the four. “Garrison is Deaf, so if you need to speak with him, make sure you keep your mouth visible, as he can read your lips. He always has a writing device to communicate if you are having trouble.” A beep sounded, and the captain glanced down at a holoscreen that appeared around their wrist.

“With that, I must take my leave. We have our own injuries we must take care of. I will send my Second down to negotiate any further details.” Captain Teju nodded to his two colleagues, then left.

For the next hour, Rodimus and his colleagues worked out the kinks with the two humans. Isabella proved her knowledge on their quantum engines to be vast, and Megatron couldn’t help but think that she and Nautica would get along well. The four learned that the hand signs Garrison was using was a visual language used by non-verbal humans, and was eerily similar to chirolinguistics and other forms of cybetronian sign language.

Teju had given permission for the Lost Light crew to come aboard and mingle. Some didn’t waste anytime upon hearing about the Cybertronian-sized humans.

Whirl lost his mind. And he also drove Garrison nuts. He had jumped on the human, badgering him with question after question. But from what the others could tell, Garrison couldn’t tell Burr was speaking. He just stared wide-eyed at the taller mech waving his arms and shoving his yellow optic close to his face.

Ratchet put a hand on Whirl and signed to Garrison, surprising the human. Without missing a beat, the blond man began to sign as if it was a choreographed dance. Ratchet matched him. At Rodimus’s open-mouthed envy, Ratchet revealed he had downloaded the language and learned a good bit during his time on earth, as there were many soldiers either deaf or had lost their hearing in battles.

Nautica fell in easily with Isabelle, as Megatron had predicted. They chattered away, discussing quantum mechanics, physics, engine schematics, and other things. It seemed they were speaking in their own native language.

After a while another human came down to greet them. A female, nearly as tall as Teju, with tan, freckled skin and honey brown eyes. The warmth of her natural colors was quickly cooled by the freezing expression on her face. She and Megatron could have been related by how intimidating she was.

“I am Rune DeLago, Captain Adeyemi’s second. I am here if there are any directly serious matters that need mine and the Captain’s attention.” She looked to Isabella and Garrison. She signed whilst speaking. “You two are needed downstairs. Your apprentices are making a mess of the engine room, and the cargo hold is in equal distress. We can’t waste anymore time.”

As the two waved their goodbyes and left, leaving the Cybertronians to the steel-faced woman. She looked them up and down in silence, scrutinizing every detail about them. Her next words took them off guard.

“I know who you are and why you are. So do not bother trying to hide your identities.” Her eyes narrowed. “My crew comes first and if you threaten their well-being, I will not hesitate to terminate you. Is that clear?”

Those present were taken aback. To hear a human speak with such authority and dangerous aggression was strange. Especially to Megatron. He had seen the race as nothing more than pests in the way of his previous goals. But now… these new humans made him uneasy. He was suddenly reminded of why one of his original goals was to wipe away organic species. They were a threat to his kind.

Rodimus spoke up, his usual attempt at nonchalance coming across as arrogance. “Of course we don’t mean you any harm. We’re autobots, our job is to protect your race. We intend to keep-“ He was cut off by the woman’s scoff.

“Don’t quote your factions precious code to me. I’m aware of it. The humans of your universe may have needed your protection due to significant physical differences, but in this universe it is very, very different.”

This universe. Your universe. She knew they were time jumpers. That’s what she meant. Megatron was going ask, but Rune was already ahead of him.

“To put it quickly, your kind does not exist in this universe. If Cybertronians ever did, they died out long ago.” It was like Megatron’s spark had been hit with a brick. “The war of your universe never happened here, and if you dare to bring your silly prejudices and issues into this one, it will not end well for you.”

“I don’t think we’re the ones with prejudice here.” Drift said quietly. Rune’s razor sharp gaze cut to him.

“You’re right. I’m not fond of your kind. And I don’t care about your view of mine. Behave and we won’t have a problem.” Her gaze landed in Megatron, and he felt his joints tighten. “I don’t care about your pasts and who you were. Respect my people and I’ll respect yours.”

She glanced down at the holoscreen on her arm, and made a clicking sound. “I have duties to attend to. Inform me of anything you need and I’ll inform the captain. Other than that, you are free to explore our ship. Teju is open to those who are friendly, but do not broach his kindness.”

She walked away and out of the bay, leaving the mechs in the quiet. Megatron was left with an unresolved feeling. How in Primus’ name did she know so much?

“I wanna shoot her face off.” Whirl mumbled.

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Sorry this took a while to post! I actually had to end it here cause it was getting too long, and I had planned a whole plot line. Got carried away with dialogue, and tumblr is no place to post novels. So if this gets enough support I consider writing part two. Or maybe I’ll do it just cause. Idk.

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creatorofstarrealm · 2 years

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GORETOBER DAY 1: Dissection

First day and it goretober time to make everyone suffer. Here Tavus suffers from one of Skarlet’s fatalities. As a note I will uploading each event through different blogs, so there will be link system happening below.

Day 1 - Day 2

#goretober 2022 #goretober #tavus #Nautica #Mortal Kombat #mk oc #art #gore #blue blood #skarlet #star realm

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starkeyletters · 11 months

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•̩̩͙⁺𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 P2

N.P.S.O.M Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings - 18+, Mature theme, Drug & substance use, Violence,SMUT mental illnesses, crime, cheating, toxic relationships, etc.

Wordcount - 2,5k+

Pairing - 𝑅𝐴𝐹𝐸 𝐶𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑁 x 𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝙊𝘾 [Reader] | 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 [ 𝑎𝑢 ]

Summary - Exs. Should stay exs. But when the pair cant seem to get off eachothers minds, things happen, mistakes are made.Its not like they changed, they were New people, making the same old mistakes.

A/n - OK, this has some detailed smut. It was my first time writing it so i really hope you guys enjoy this.

“I miss you too Rafe.” you moved back next to him. Looking in his eyes. You hated knowing what you put him through. Even though it was in no way your fault. “And yes, I heard what happened.” You closed your eyes, nodding your head while putting your hand in his. “But that never made me think any less of you, you know that..” You whispered. Leaning your head onto his shoulder as his eyes then shut, tears sleeping out of them.

The poor boy was broken, broken beyond repair. Your heart hurts at the fact you couldn't have done anything to stop him from slipping back into that dark place. But how were you supposed to even know? It was never your responsibility, especially after you broke up with him.

Deep down you knew it wasn't your fault, and as much as you knew that, you also knew that it happened right after the two of you split. There was an overwhelming amount of guilt that flooded through your veins. Every. Single. Day. Sometimes you wish you could take everything back - start over. Deep down, You knew that wasn't possible.

Feeling his touch, the warmth that his body gave you when your hands were placed in one another, made you miss him even more. But he was right in front of you, he was with you, in your arms, right? It didn't feel like it. The touch of his skin just wasn't the same. His hands were cold, scrawny, and boney. They weren't the same hands that you held just a couple of months ago.

Leaning on His shoulder, Breathing in the scent of his overly used cologne, was the same. He hasn't changed his scent. It made you peaceful. Taking your mind off the fact of why you were even there. It was the same cologne you bought him for your two month anniversary. Nautica Blue cologne. Opening your eyes, you looked to his nightstand, just curious to see if it still stood in the exact spot. There it was. Stood right where he put it. Some things never change.

Hearing his quiet sniffles, you lifted your head off of his shoulder, taking your hands out of his. His left hand grabbed at them, begging not to let go, but you pulled them away anyway. It just felt like you were breaking his heart more.

“Rafe.” you cooed, your hand going up to his now longer brown, soft hair. The way it hung over his forehead, curtain bang like, looked good on him. The way he stopped styling it, and didn't bother to even touch it spoke to you. He opened his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes wandering around your face, not being able to focus on one feature, taking them all in.

Anybody, and I mean anybody, could see just how much love that boy had for you, just based on the way he looked at you. Some could even say they saw hearts in his eyes. He looked at you and the world stopped spinning, And as he could show you, he loved you, more than anything or anyone. The thing is, you reminded Rafe so much of his mother. Everything you did just told rafe she sent you to him. Even your laugh. It mimicked his mothers.

He had a complicated love language, none of the ‘love languages’ fitted him right. The thing is, Rafe himself Knew. He knew he was in love with you. He thought that spoke for itself. Sadly, for you, it didn't, you couldn't tell even though you knew too. He was confused. But you were too.

“Im so- So fucking sorry.” he said in frustration, his two hands grabbing at his head. He was frustrated, you hated seeing him that way, but if this was the way to get through this problem, then that's how this had to be.

“Please- Y/N i need- i need you, i won't- i've changed, y/n.. I swear.” he paused, His hand gripping onto your arm. You knew he had not changed, you knew everything, just like you knew if it were to happen again, it would be the same thing all over again.

It felt wrong. The feeling you were feeling was not un-acceptance. It was acceptance. That scared you. Just by looking into his eyes, Its like something flipped a switch in you. You forgot about the situation happening. It felt like everything had stopped. It felt like love. But if it was so wrong, why was it feeling so right?

You tried pulling yourself out of it, out of the hypnotized state caused by nothing other than love. ‘Love’? More like attachment.

“Rafe- we cant-” you put your hand out, attempting to push his chest away from you. But you couldn't. It was breaking your heart just as much by being apart. You watched as the boy in front of you began leaning into your face, And it wasn't long before you found yourself doing the exact same thing.

The moment your lips connected, it felt like a firework went off in your stomach. Rafes too. His lips felt soft, like before. It felt amazing. Like your first kiss. Your lips moved in sync for quite a while, rafes right arm flw up to the side your your neck, resting it on your neck while his fingers brushed over your delicate, soft skin. His other hand squeezing your thigh. Yet, his hands didnt feel the same. But his touch did. His touch felt so right.

His hand trailed farther up your thigh, your heartbeat quickening. It felt like it was beating out of your chest as it rose up underneath the skirt of your dress. Rafe kept pushing towards you, deepening the kiss. You gasped into his mouth as he slipped his tongue into yours. Moaning into the kiss once you felt his cold fingers brush over your lacey underwear underneath your dress. Pushing him back with your hands on his chest.

“Rafe.. We shouldn't do-” He cut you off, mid sentence, his hand finding the place it was left off on your thigh, shushing you by his head falling down to your neck, leaving a light trail of kisses from your ear, to your collarbone. You gasped loudly, your mouth opening as you started up to his ceiling, your hands trying to push his strong body off of you, but he rejected. “Rafe- Rafael- This shoul-” You gasped, feeling his cold finger press up against your covered clit.

“Does it feel wrong?” He questions you, and you shake your head. As much as it shouldn't feel right. It does. And as much as you don't want to admit it, you wanted him. You shook your head as his finger pressed harder over your panties, “I need words,” He whispered, sucking on a spot on your neck that you couldve sworn made your legs go weak. “I- I want this… Please.’ You said, in almost a pathetic way. Whimpering at the touching rafe made onto sensitive places on your body.

“Such a good girl. Always so wet for me” He said, and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of rafe slipping a finger through your underwear and inside of you. The moment he began speeding up his finger, he added another, sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys. You moaned, crying out, you grabbed ahold of his wrists. Stopping his movements.

“I- i want more than that..” You pouted, It felt good, but you wanted rafe. All of rafe.

“Patience sweetheart, patience.” He cooed, his hand finding your clit, gently rubbing over the sensitive area. Spreading out your legs farther with his free hand. He slowly removed himself from you completely, standing up while you were left, sitting on the edge of your bed. Your eyes watered from the unfinished release he gave you. He did not know what he was getting himself into by doing so.

You watched him with teary eyes, biting your lip and the fiery sensation coming from in between your legs. IT was a feeling you hated. You needed his touch back. You watched the way he began unbuttoning his black button up, Getting to the last button, he took it off completely. You looked at his chest, it looked unfamiliar. Some of his muscles were gone, although not completely. He walked over to you sitting on the edge of his bed, patiently waiting for him.

He grabbed your hips and shoved his thigh in between yours, causing you to fall backwards onto his bed with rafe hovering overtop of you. Kissing your lips once again. Being impatient, you tried your best to grind up against his thigh. He stopped once again. His chain dangling above your face as he pulled his leg out between yours. Comfortably lying atop of you.

“Now, what did i tell you? Hm?” he grinned, he knew exactly what he was doing to you, he knew how you felt. “P-patience.. m’sorry, “ You apologized, your face turning a bright shade of red at the embarrassment you felt. “Dont apoligize, sweet girl, nothing to be sorry for.” he smiled, lifting up the skirt part of your dress, revealing your red laced panties. “Wow.” He stated, looking at the matching set as he lifted your dress up farther.

“You're wearing my favorite set,” Hs smirked, licking his upper lip. He slowly took the side of your panties with one finger, and in one, slow, motion, he pulled them off of your legs completely. Revealing your bare pussy. It wasnt the first time Rafes saw you like this, but the look on his face, everytime, looks like it is. “The set i bought you…”

Rafe was quick to take your dress off completely. Leaving your bra on you as his lips attached to your clit, sucking on it. You grabbed the comforter beneath you, moaning loudly at the feeling of rafe devouring you. He had always been good at this.

Your hands flew to his head, fingers running through his hair, messing it up even more while tugging at it. Feeling that your orgasm is close, you try closing your legs, feeling overwhelmed at the amount of pleasure you are feeling. But rafe pushes them back open.”I-im gonna-” You moaned out, His hands holding onto yours over each side of your leg. Your legs shaking as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your chest rising up and down, feeling like you could fall asleep as you fell back against the comforter. Rafe kept going, and this was only the beginning.

Rafe, finally coming to a stop from eating you out, then moved up, hovering over you. The look of lust spread across his features was enough to make you finish there and then. These was nothing but passion on his face with the way he looked at you, his eyes becoming half lidded, his hair a mess. It somehow still suited the boy.

Reaching over to his bedside table, he opened the first drawer, grabbing a condom. You took a deep breath in at the feeling of his erection poking into your leg. Standing up, the boy began unbuckling his belt, throwing it off to the side somewhere in his bedroom. You propped yourself up on your elbows as he pulled down his pants and boxers, letting them drop onto the floor.

Your mouth fell open to the sight of his cock and the way it popped out of his boxers.You saw the over-confident boy smirk towards you while he slid the condom over his erection. “You must like the view? Huh?” He grinned, Coming back over to the bed and towering back over you. This time, instead, he pulled on your legs, manhandling you and pulling you back to the edge of the bed. Letting your legs fall off.

“Try to be quiet, yeah?” You nodded, There was no way that was going to happen. “Go slow.. Please.” He took one of your legs and propped it up on his hip, ‘You haven't had sex since we broke up, have you?” He laughed, you could help the eye roll you gave him. “Knew it. Knew you couldn't find better then me.” He bit his bottom lip, SHoving the tip of his hard cock inside of you.

‘Shut u- Motherfucker!” You were cut off mid-sentence by your own moan at the feeling of his shoving just the tip inside of you. Stretching you out all over again. Your one hand flew to his chest while the other one kept your propped up, Clawing at his cold, soft skin on his chest. Your eyes shut, letting yourself fall back onto your elbow, lips parting letting out low-pitched whines.

“Shit- your still so tight-” Rafe breathed heavy, topping over you as both of you fell down onto the mattress completely, Rafe slid in and out of you at a fast pace causing his headboard to smack against the wall, slightly covering the noises that left both yours, and Rafes mouth.

You couldn't help but feel your orgasm approach rather quickly, Your hands went to Rafes back, clawing at it with your long nail. Sure they were going to leave marks. Rafe sucked on your neck while his right hand flew down to your clit, rubbing in circles at a fast pace. The both of you approaching your highs.

“Rafael-” You whined, “I-im gonna-” Before you could speak you were taken over but a shock like feeling ripping through your body, your legs shaking and Your heart beating rapidly. You heard rafe let out a loud string of groans and whimpers, Falling on top of your chest, You couldn't open your eyes, still recovering from the orgasm that you just felt.

“Holy shit. Baby,” You cringed at the use of the word ‘Baby’, hoping he didn't think this means you're back together. “Your fucking amazing,” He breathed out, you gasped as he pulled himself out of you, falling down besides you on his bed. The room was warm, sweaty, and smelled like sex. It was dark, the only light coming off of the lamp on one of rafes bedside tables. The air was filled with awkward silence - for you at least, and the sounds of the both of you breathing heavily. With the faint sound of people partying outside the door and downstairs, the music blasting.

Taking you out of your thoughts, Rafe got up, taking off the condom and thrpowing it into the garbage can in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. You watched as he kept his eyes on you, walking back into his room. You closed your legs, turning onto your stomach. It was late. You were tired, Anf Talking to rafe about your guys breakup was the last thing on your mind to do tonight.

The boy slowly turned you back over, his arms picking you up in the most fragile way, as if you were his parents expensive glass wedding china. He pulled down his sheets, lying you underneath them. He took it upon himself to cover you back up. Your tired figure falling back into his mountain of pillows against his headboard as he walked to the other side of his bed, getting into bed next to you.

You felt his cold hands grip your waist and pull you towards him, Your faces just inches apart as he layed a very soft, delicate kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

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