JENSEN ACKLES as DEAN WINCHESTER Supernatural • Devil May Care

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.

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

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.”

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

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.

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

Slightly hijacking this very accurate post (sorry!) but I have been having Thoughts about this:

Some of the MOTA cast have appeared on various podcasts (esp We Happy Few, which yes I know Matt Leitch can be very Matt Leitchy, but they can talk more candidly than on the official podcast) and basically said that they were given / sought out very little information on the guys they were playing - some people didn’t even know the first names or rank of their own character, where they were from or who they were friends with. So pretty much nothing to base any characterisation on. And that’s fine, obviously. The vets aren’t around, families might choose not to be involved, and not everyone is going to (or should) do a Frank John Hughes and do endless research and stay in character for a full year.

But I think between that + COVID regulations meaning a boot camp that didn’t actually involve living together and generally very little interaction between the cast outside of actually filming scenes + the scattered storyline in general, you were inevitably going to end up with a real lack of the fleshed-out background characters Band has in spades before you even got to a script. Skip Muck is a great example - okay, he’s probably not going to stand out to casual viewers before the Bastogne episodes but Speight/Grimes/Matthew glued themselves together for a year because they knew their characters were and they were on set pretty much every day so you see the cute little background moments of them messing around together (MOTA used extras as body doubles for some scenes, to limit the number of people on set). And of course not all the Band cast were this proactive, and a lot will know way more about their characters now than they did 24 years ago, but it was Speight himself who suggested the references to Faye Tanner and the Niagara swim be added to the script, based on his own research and conversations with the vets.

(And I think it was Laird MacIntosh, a military advisor, who fairly openly said on We Happy Few that MOTA ran out of budget and the number of episodes was changed a few times, which probably explains some of the weird decisions like Quinn and Bailey’s storyline just… ending.)

i'm also wondering if the source material was part of the issue. the bob book had a narrative that followed the protagonists through the historical events so i think it translated well to a tv show. on the other hand, the mota book focuses on the narrative of the eighth air force in general rather than individuals. the characters in the tv show were only mentioned briefly throughout the book with very little information about their personalities and relationships (besides buck, bucky, and rosenthal). the book mostly spotlighted the higher-ups and decision-makers who weren't really present in the show. so I'm wondering if part of the problem was taking this substantial historical text and trying to adapt it to a narrative-style, character-driven story similar to bob.

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