tetragonia

[tetragonia]

#outer banks #rafe cameron #IF VILLAIN BAD WHY HOT!!!! #drew starkey #obx #obx gif #obx edit #outer banks edit #rafe obx #outer banks rafe #rafe cameron edit #rafe cameron gif #outer banks cast #outerbanks rafe #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron obx #tetrapost obx #tetrapost drew starkey #tetrapost actor

[tetragonia]

JENSEN ACKLES as DEAN WINCHESTER Supernatural • Devil May Care

[tetragonia]

Late Night Needs

pairing: perv!bsf!rafe cameron x oblivious!reader

summary: your best friend, rafe, calls you one night to talk, or so you think.

warnings: male masturbation, smut 18+ only, perv bsf rafe, oblivious/unaware reader, sexual themes

a/n: ty to my faves @oceandriveab for proof reading hehe and @babygorewhore for helping me w the title MWAH

gif creds: @tetragonia

It was currently two in the morning when you woke up to the sound of your phone going off. You grabbed your phone, squinting as you looked to see several missed calls from your best friend, Rafe.

Just as you were about to call him back, your phone rang again. "Rafe?" you mutter as you answer the call but all you can hear is heavy breathing. "Hello?" you call out again and there's a small pause, "Yeah, 's me" his voice is low, "I've been trying to reach you all damn night".

"It's two in the morning" you groan, your eyes can barely stay open. "Just wanted to talk to my best friend, 's all" he breathes heavily, "Hold on, let me facetime you".

Before you can say anything, he switches the call to a facetime call, which of course, you accept it. As soon as he appears on the screen of your phone, you take notice that he was in his bed, sitting up against his headboard. He held his phone at an angle that showed his face and down to gist shirtless chest. “Why are you up?” was the first thing you asked, which made him chuckle, “Can’t talk to my best friend?”.

You give him a look, “At two in the morning?”. He shrugs, “Couldn’t sleep”. There was a pause and you could’ve sworn you heard the faint sound of heavy breathing but brushed it off, “Just got somethin’ on my mind” he added.

His comment makes you sit up in your bed and reach over to turn your bedside lamp on. As soon as you turned on the lamp, the light illuminated your features, causing Rafe to let out a small groan, one that you didn’t hear.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the FaceTime call, Rafe’s room was filled with the wet sounds of his hand stroking himself as he talked to you. His breathing was heavy and he was more than thankful at how oblivious you are.

For as long as Rafe has known you, he always knew you were an oblivious little thing. You never knew what was going on around you. It honestly turned him on even more knowing that you had no clue what he was doing on the other side of the FaceTime call.

"Wanna talk about what's on your mind?" you question, "No, ‘m fine. Just talk, wanna hear you talk" Rafe grunts, "You always make me feel better". You eagerly nodded because you would do anything to make him feel better. He was your best friend, after all.

He wasn’t really paying attention to exactly what you were saying, his mind is too focused on imagining how you’d sound under him as he moves his hand faster on his length and god, he just knew you’d make the prettiest fucking sounds for him.

As much as he loved listening to your voice and seeing your pretty little face on his screen, he desperately needed more. He needed to feel closer to you, almost as if you were with him in his bed.

Luckily, for Rafe, he knew just exactly how he can somewhat get the feeling of you wrapped around him.

He stopped for a second, unwrapping his hand from around himself before reaching into his pillowcase, pulling out a pair of your panties that he had stolen from the last time he was in your room. Sure, it wasn't anywhere near being what your cunt would feel like but it was the closest he could get to.

He wraps your panties around the base of his cock and starts stroking himself again. "Fuck" he groans, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. "Everything okay?" your voice rings through his ears, "Mhm, everything's good" he mutters, "So fuckin' good".

"What are you doing?" you ask curiously, still unaware of what he's really doing. "Just takin' care of something, nothing your pretty little head should worry about" he grunts, his hand moving faster as he opens his eyes to look at you while you were too busy paying attention to god knows what.

He bites his lip as he roughly fists his length up and down. The feeling of your panties wrapped around his cock, your voice, and the sight of you was all starting to get to him and he can feel himself getting close.

"Look at me" Rafe commanded with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand never slowing down. You stopped what you were doing and looked into the camera. "Oh fuck" he grunted as he reaches his orgasm, spurts of his cum covering your panties that he had wrapped around him.

"Are you sure you're okay, Rafe?" you question with concern, only to receive a smirk from him, "Never felt better" he mutters as he stares at your panties covered in his cum.

#gahdam this one is hot #thanks for tagging! #rafe cameron

[tetragonia]

#he can shoot me and i'd thank him #rafe cameron #drew starkey #outer banks #obx #drewstarkey #rafecameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #actor drew starkey #tetragifs #tetrapost drew starkey #outer banks rafe #rafe imagine #dark rafe #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron outer banks #outer banks edit

[tetragonia]

He's such a comfort character.

#zach maclaren #the other zoey #drew starkey #zach maclaren gif #zach maclaren fluff #zach maclaren imagine #the other zoey gid #drew starkey gif #drew starkey edit #tetrapost drew starkey #tetragifs

[tetragonia]

"Yeah well you oughta! You know you are officers, you are grown-ups, you oughta know!"

#eugene roe #doc roe #band of brothers

[tetragonia]

is that my gif or just a really similar one?😅

when bunny!reader finds herself in an unusual state of discomfort, it’s up to rafe to be the firm hand that brings her down to earth.

p!link credit @princessbrunette for bunny!reader

you’ve been uncharacteristically moody all day, trudging behind rafe at the club, dragging your feet in your little kitten heels, hanging off his arm with a perpetual frown.

rafe could put up with this, the petulant whining and the childish behavior. what he couldn’t put up with, was the outrageous lack of respect for rafe and his clientele. you’ve embarrassed him one too many times with your low neckline and short skirt, your pure disregard for feelings other than your own. after finding you crying in the parking lot, begging for a ride home from jj maybank, rafe had had enough.

he sends you into the house with a swat on your ass, ordering you to make yourself useful by being naked and ready when he arrives upstairs. he takes his time, removing his tie, pouring a glass of whiskey, sipping it slowly as he trails to the second floor.

he bit back his pleased smile when he opened the door to his large tannyhill bedroom. You were sprawled on the bed, head propped against the pillows, knees separated to give him clear access to your drooling hole.

he approached you slowly, swallowing down the last of his brown liquor and sitting next to you on the bed.

you look up at him with glassy, horny eyes. he knows just by the pathetic look you give him, that you’re gone already.

“you gonna be good?” he questions, unbottoning his shirt and black slacks. you nod softly, biting your lip at each inch of skin he reveals to you.

“words.” he chastises, watching you blink hard to find them,

“sorry daddy. yes i’yam” you whisper.

you fight the urge to drop your hand, rub your swollen little clit for an ounce of relief. but you know based on the look in his eyes, the tenseness in his shoulders, that you need to hold back.

he pulls his pants down just enough to expose his dick, your mouth floods with saliva at the view.

he pushes your thighs together, your puffy pussy lips meeting in the middle, a perfect cocoon for rafe’s cock.

he doesn’t enter you, just slipping his hardness through your messy folds, grunting lowly as he fucks himself against you.

you moan at the gentle contact, the bump of his tip against your clit. it’s not enough, you need him in you.

“daddy?” you ask, continuing when he nods, his heavy eyes trained on your heat, “fill me up please.”

it’s less of a question, and more of a demand. rafe doesn’t like that. he just shakes his head, slipping 2 fingers into your mouth to shut you up, his balls tightening at the wet gag you release when they go too far back.

“still.” he deadpans, continuing his thrusts against your sticky center. he’s close, and he knows you’re still a bit away, the lack of contact a clear giveaway that you wouldn’t be able to cum.

he feels himself get harder, shifting his hips up to jerk himself over your face, “open.” he commands, one hand gripping your jaw to keep you in place.

he paints your face, breathing heavily watching you fight to catch some of the hot ropes in your mouth.

he sees your forming pout, and scoops up some of his cum on his thumb, slipping it between your two plush lips.

“you’re fine.”

#rafe cameron #nonetheless he looks good in every scene :/

[tetragonia]

uhm okay but why is he kinda..... 😳😳

source

#andy samberg #lee #david e. scherman #world war 2 #lee movie #jake peralta #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #actor #andy samberg actor

[tetragonia]

Rafe Cameron as aesthetics

Rafe was the mess after the storm, the intoxicating feeling of euphoria as you snort the first coke. He was the crackling fireplace casting a warm, flickering glow over a dimly lit room as its sparks sting when you get too close. He was wrinkled white shirt and bruised knuckles. All soft grunts and aggressive touch behind closed doors. Rough play but scattered with reassurance on the creased bedsheets. He was proud and fierce and intense and rugged. Raspy voice after shouting rage. He was a forgotten library with shelves sagging under the weight of dusty books and yellowing pages, waiting to be found. Rafe Cameron is complex and conflicted in every word.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #drew starkey #outer banks rafe #rafe cameron aesthetic #rafe cameron as aesthetic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #obx rafe #outer banks aesthetic #obx aesthetic #tetrapost obx #tetrapost drew starkey

[tetragonia]

Speirs was the Intelligence officer for Colonel Strayer while they were in Holland. He located the enemy along the Neder Rhine, but spotted by Germans and was shot in the butt while he dove into the water. He was wounded and too exhausted to move from the shore and that was how others found him.

#ronald speirs #band of brothers #matthew settle

[tetragonia]

I've always thought that we also have 20 years for Band of Brothers to actually getting to know the characters (through facts, books, podcasts, and all). It took my 3 rewatch to fully understand which one is who, what are their traits, and all those things.

Band of Brothers is still very superior to me, the best of the three. Masters of the Air lacks storytelling, something to engage with the narratives (like Doc for ep 6, Lip for 7, Web for 8, etc). But with all the limitations, MOTA presents at its best. Although I haven't got the will to do a second rewatch for MOTA😅 I've done like 10 with Band of Brothers sooo that says a lot.

And with The Pacific's failure to grasp Band of Brothers' success (quantity wise), the holy trinity of HBO War was crowned to Gen Kill instead of MOTA lol

yeah it’s insane that band of brothers managed to give 20+ guys so much personality and depth of character but mota only managed to do that for like 4 guys if you’re stretching it and even then that might be generous

#masters of the air #band of brothers #hbo war #apple tv #generation kill #mota #bofb

[tetragonia]

how can you say no to this face?

#I'd always say yes #mmm whatever you say handsome #drew starkey #zach maclaren #the other zoey #drew starkey the other zoey #the other zoey zach #movie #movie gif #the other zoey gif #drew starkey gif #zach maclaren gif #zach maclaren hot #zach maclaren imagine #zach maclaren x reader #zach maclaren x you #tetrapost drew starkey

[tetragonia]

If Masters of the Air characters are Hogwarts students, what would their houses be?

Bucky is definitely a Gryffindor, no doubt. He's brave, determined, sneaky, and kind of self-sacrificing (those run Buck made from the camp). He's loyal, yes. Loud and fearless, yes. Also: stand up for what they believe.

Buck is... Hufflepuff. Don't you agree? He's somewhat calm and resourceful, he's so loyal (esp to his girl back home and to Bucky *cough cough*). Buck's also reserved pilot, he's so good under pressure and doesn't seek attention... Again, beautiful things don't ask for attention :)

Harry Crosby... Croz would somewhat be a Slytherin. DON'T COME AT ME but I just got that vibe from him despite being somehow a bit awkward and nervous at first. And conflicted. But his skills in navigating (and that he pursued a Master degree after the war hinted a Ravenclaw's thirst for knowledge). Help me out here.

And for our Rosie, he's such a Divergent T_T As brave and patriotic as a Gryffindor, as sleek as a Slytherin, as humble as a Hufflepuff, and as smart as a Ravenclaw (graduated a summa cum laude from Brooklyn Law School). He's giving a big Gryffinclaw vibe for me tho... but I couldn't really decide, what do you think his Hogwarts house would be?

#masters of the air #bucky egan #buck cleven #harry crosby #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #john egan #john bucky egan #gale cleven #gale buck cleven #callum turner #austin butler #nate mann #anthony boyle #mota #motaspoilers #mota edit #masters of the air hogwarts house #hogwarts #harry potter #hogwarts houses #gryffindor #hufflepuff #slytherin #ravenclaw #wizarding world #tetrapost mota #masters of the air x harry potter

[tetragonia]

ok fuck this is so hot

#rosie rosenthal #masters of the air #robert rosenthal #robert rosie rosenthal #nate mann #rosie rosenthal gif

[tetragonia]

My Body, His Choice

Rafe Cameron x F!Reader

Blurb: In which you've been arguing with Rafe Cameron all these years and that one time when arguments turned into something heated. Literally.

warning: no use of (y/n), kissing, harsh words, a bit suggestive?

note: enemies to lovers ;)

words: 445

“You know, for someone who claims to be so perfect, you sure do have a lot of flaws.”

You threw a bitter remark at Rafe. This was clearly not your first time getting into an argument with him.

"And you, of all people, would know about flaws, wouldn't you? I mean, it's practically your expertise."

Rafe was no stranger to you. You two grew up side by side as you were the same age. You often followed your father that Ward hired to lead some fishing expeditions. You met Rafe when you were 10 and none of those years patch your rocky ways together.

“Sarah is my sister, I sure know what’s best for her,” Rafe gritted his teeth.

“And that’s clearly not living with you,” you countered. “She’s happy with us, Rafe! I’ve never seen her laugh this much when she was with Topper, it felt like she was held hostage!”

Rafe stepped closer to you hurriedly, hissed, “Watch your little mouth.”

“Or what?” you removed more space between you and Rafe, throwing your head up in a cocky way and raising your right eyebrow. Hands on the hips, smirk never left your lips.

Rafe's breath was deep and his eyes were fixated on you. You thought he'd explode but then suddenly he grabbed your nape and pulled you close, pressing his lips against yours. His breath felt hot against your skin, his grip was tight.

Rafe’s kiss was rough and hurried, fueled by a mix of desire and frustration.

Caught by surprise, you didn’t think twice to kiss him back. He was infuriating, yes, but wasn’t he charming? With that cocky grin and confidence whenever he stride, Rafe was effortlessly dancing between the line of tempting and irresistible. 

Even if you find yourself rolling your eyes at his antics and cursing his name under your breath, there’s no denying the undeniable attraction of Rafe. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since you jumped on that boat,” Rafe whispered between kisses. His grip on you tightened as if afraid you might slip away, his movements desperate and urgent.

You kissed him deeper, biting his lower lips as he let out a soft moan. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the feel of his lips against yours, the taste of his skin, the sound of his soft sighs mingling with her own ragged breaths.

“Then why did you pick an argument with me?” you moaned as Rafe started to kiss your jawline, and then your neck. “Do you suck that bad at flirting?”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Rafe hissed to your neck as you shut your eyes, feeling the intensity.

“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”

#rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #outer banks rafe #drew starkey #rafe cameron fix #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #rafe x reader #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx imagine #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #obx rafe cameron #tetrapost obx #tetrapost drew starkey

[tetragonia]

Joe Toye's son about his father:

"He was a pretty religious guy and went to church every Sunday. He was even in a choir when he was young. He was always grateful for what he had. They portrayed him in the series as a quiet, almost morose kind of guy, but growing up, I saw another side of him. He wasn’t a backslapper, but he had a pretty good sense of humor. Babe and Malarkey both said that when the bullets started flying, my dad sang Irish songs."

I had chills reading this passage. Joe was amazing :')

#HE SANG IRISH SONGS😭😭😭 #band of brothers #joe toye #bofb #kirk acevedo #world war 2 #wwii #the battle of the bulge #easy company #101st airborne division

[tetragonia]

Masters of the Air characters as aesthetics

John 'Bucky' Egan

Bucky was a golden hour, warm hues of gold and amber casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything. Giggles and banters over a sip of liquor. He was a low hum in a pub, filled with chatter and joy. Bucky was a worn sheepskin jacket, familiar and comforting. Waves crash against rugged cliffs, vivid colors pop against a backdrop of blue skiess. He was gentle and dominating, yet he asked to be taken care of behind closed doors. Back arching high against the bed sheet, hands pinned and left marks everywhere. He was a smoky jazz club alive with the sound of saxophones and clinking glasses, the sound of people laughing so loud until the stomach hurts. Grass stained knees. Running through the rain without an umbrella. He was classical music blasting from a cheap speaker. He was Apollo playing his instruments.

Gale 'Buck' Cleven

Buck was a calm before a storm. A misty forest enveloped in fog, with towering trees draped in moss and winding paths leading to hidden glens and secret clearings. He was both silent movies and thunderstorms that you'd feel inside your chest. Raised eyebrows and cold hands, pinching the bridge of your nose. Watching a painting a bit too long before the gallery was closed. Long walks to the library. Winter winds and freezing hands, subtle glances across the room. He was soft murmur of reassurance and a gentle touch behind the doors. Consensual and always asked if it's okay. Dark red lipstick, chilled red wine. A quaint cottage nestled in the countryside with a thatched roof and ivy-covered walls, surrounded by a garden bursting with fragrant herbs and vibrant flowers. He was Hestia tending the sacred flames.

Harry 'Croz' Crosby

Harry was the swirling feelings in your stomach night before a trip. A vintage typewriter sitting on a weathered wooden desk, surrounded by stacks of yellowing paper and antique books. The soft autumn sun. He was handwritten letters and cracked statues. Silver waves lapping at the shore and seashells scattered across the sand like scattered jewels. The rattling of rain against the window, messy and needed direction. He was scribbles and ink stains, messy notebooks, and the tea kettle whistling in the silent morning. He was urgent and hurry, but comforting afterwards. He was everything about pleasure behind closed doors. A disheveled bedroom with rumpled sheets and discarded clothing strewn across the floor, with posters peeling off the walls and sunlight filtering through grimy windows. He was Poseidon guarding with his trident.

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Rosie was a vintage record player spinning vinyl records, filling the room with the warm crackle of music. He was sweet smiles and clear eyes. Paper planes. Overgrown rose bushes. That one song you always skipped but ended up loving it. He was tweed jackets and loose blouses. A field of wildflowers stretching out as far as the eye can see, with colorful blooms dancing in the breeze and the scent of earth and pollen filling the air. Gentle and nurturing, caring and soft behind the doors. He was a giver and always maintained satisfaction. He was pink-tinted blush. A pair of combat boots scuffed from countless adventures. Smiling at strangers on the street. He was all kind and modesty, but also Athena leading battles.

#masters of the air #bucky egan #buck cleven #harry crosby #rosie rosenthal #john egan #gale cleven #robert rosenthal #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #robert rosie rosenthal #callum turner #austin butler #anthony boyle #nate mann #aesthetic #masters of the air bucky #masters of the air buck #masters of the air crosby #masters of the air rosie #mota #mota aesthetic #masters of the air aesthetics #apple tv #tetrapost mota #as aesthetics #buck cleven fluff #buck cleven imagine #bucky egan fluff #bucky egan imagine