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[poguehearted77]

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Works

f= fluff, s= smut, a= angst

Rafe Cameron

-after hours (s) -wild child (s) -winter's chance (f) -stormbound (s) -pink silk (s/f) -baby steps (f) -just another cliché (f/a) -oh, baby! (f) -tap out (s) -Bubblegum Ballerina (f)

Drew Starkey

OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank Masterlist (f/s/a)

Requests

-distraction (s) -morocco (f) -drabble game (active) -first bad fight (s) -sweet girl (s)

[poguehearted77]

Hello?

👀👀

[soangelbaby]

pushing big bro rafe away!!!! his reaction🫦🫦

oooh girl he would wreck you 😫 bigbro!rafe basically sees your pussy as his property, like you’re his fucking little sister, you don’t get to push him away.

you’re on your back and he’s pounding into you, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, he even rolls his hips around after to stretch you further, ensuring you feel every inch of him.

and that’s when it happens.

you twist away just as he pulls back before he can slam into you again, feet coming up shove at his hips, a whine escaping your mouth in pleasure and relief as his cock slips out of you.

rafe doesn’t waste a second to let you recover from him, snatching you by your ankle and tugging you back to him, an animalistic grunt falling from his lips, “fuck you think you’re going, baby?” he grabs your thighs, large hands gripping hard at your skin, and shoves your knees back to your chest with one hand.

“rafey—” you mutter, practically vibrating with over sensitivity, cunt puffy and gushing slick all down your thighs, “don’t.” he says sternly, his free hand coming down to grip the base of his dick, pumping twice before driving back into you, forcing you to relive the stretch all over again.

you whine out his name, body trembling uncontrollably under him, “think you can push me away, huh? think you decide when we fuckin’ stop?” hips snapping harder into yours now, like he’s trying to punish you for ever thinking you could get away from him.

[rafesangelita]

♡ thinking thots . . .

‘fresh out of jail’ sex with criminal!rafe and spoiledgf!reader would be so intense, neither of them have no idea how they’ve lasted this long without each other. after a long day of getting rafe settled back into tanneyhill— and also sorting out some ‘business’ stuff with barry, they finally find themselves in the sheets of rafe’s bed. he has her pinned down underneath him, both of his hands wrapped around her throat as he fucks into her like she’s nothing but his pretty little cock sleeve. for someone who hadn’t felt the touch of a woman for nearly a year now, rafe was going to make sure that you weren’t going anywhere until he was thoroughly satisfied. rafe is throwing you around like a ragdoll, putting you in positions that make tears roll down your cheeks all while filling you up time and time again until you’re losing yourself on his cock. rafe grits out baby trapping threats in your ear, his fists wrapped tightly around the ends of your hair as he tells you how much it turns him on to spend money on you and spoil you all the time— the idea alone making him hold you in place as his cum seeps out of your needy pussy. your nails are leaving marks on him everywhere you could grab, his muscled arms, his chest, his back, he has you clinging onto him like your life depends on it. your eyes are low as exhaustion wracks through your body, your poor clit having been rubbed into overstimulation far too many times to count. “my god, you’re taking this shit so good for me, babygirl—” rafe praises you between rounds, his bangs tickling your forehead every time he leans down to take your lips in a searing kiss.

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ . rafe shoving your face into the carpet during backshots.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. aggressive rafe. reader getting pounded into the ground (yuuuup!). p!link mentioned & linked.

cherie’s note — requested here, and based on this p!link.

he'd been gone for what felt like weeks.

in reality, his business trip hadn't lasted any longer than ten days.

but the way he'd abandoned his bag in the hallway, shoes hardly kicked off on the doormat near the front door, it might as well have been weeks.

the way rafe disappeared for ten days a business trip somewhere across the country, text messages short and infrequent, phone calls even rarer. you knew the time difference was brutal, and that he was busy, but that didn't stop the ache between your legs or the way your chest clenched every time you looked at the empty side of the bed.

the door had slammed shut, and before you could say a word, rafe was on you — dragging you by the waist into the living room, hands rough and shaking with need. no greeting. no teasing. just weeks of built-up frustration, violence coiled tight under his skin, finally snapping.

his hands were rough, impatient — yanking your shirt up, shoving your underwear down, grabbing your ass like he could already feel how warm and wet you'd be. you barely had time to blink before he spun you around and bent you down to the carpet, one hand on your lower back, the other already fumbling with his belt.

and with the way he was fucking into you now? you were beginning to question if there was any semblance of patience left within him. your cheek had been smothered on the carpet, his hands digging into your hips so hard you knew there'd be bruises there by morning. he's pounding into you from behind, deep, messy thrusts that make your whole body jolt forward with each slap of his pelvis against your ass. the sound is obscene — slick, raw, desperate — skin-on-skin, and his breath comes out in snarls above you.

"missed this fuckin' pussy," he growls, voice guttural, unhinged. "missed you so much, baby."

you try to answer — something, anything — but all that comes out is a gasp as he drags you back onto his cock even harder, angling deep enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. your eyes roll back, tears blurring your vision from the sheer stretch, the way he's splitting you open like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else.

he leans over you, forearm braced beside your head, voice in your ear, soaked with obsession.

"you think i was gonna come home and take my time with you?" he spits, teeth grazing your neck. "fuck that, i've been hard for you for weeks. thought about this every goddamn night."

his free hand presses down on your lower back, positioned at the right angle for the head of his thick cock to glide right against that gummy, sweet spot inside of you.

your mouth fell open in a gasp, but before any sound could spill out, he was reaching forward — fingers slipping between your lips, pushing two of them deep onto your tongue.

"keep that mouth open," he growled, leaning over your back as his hips started to move again, slamming into you with a pace so fast, so brutal, deep and unforgiving. "bite me, and i'll fuck you harder."

you moaned around his fingers, a little muffled, thighs already trembling. and then you felt it — the way his hand pulled your mouth back, forcing your head to arch, your back to curve, angling your hips just right.

"fuck—there," he groaned, snapping his hips forward with even more force now that he had you tilted the way he wanted. "that's it. that's the fucking spot. you feel that?"

you couldn't respond — not with the way your brain was short-circuiting from how deep he was.

his hips snap forward again, harder now, more punishing. his fingers curl under your stomach, angling your hips just right so every stroke hits your spot dead-on — and you cry out, body trembling, helpless under his weight. and the more he hears you fall apart, the deeper he sinks in, like he's trying to mold your cunt to his cock all over again.

and god, it hurts — it aches — it's too much...

but it's him. and you're addicted.

cherie's taglist <3 — @sexybr9nette, @fawnfate, @bonjourjiminie, @bunniecouture, @kaydennnn, @rafessbaby, @girldisrupted, @vunhun, @mattyskies, @vunhun.

[poguehearted77]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well 💛

I just wanted to say how much I really love your fic “OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank”—it’s honestly one of my favorite reads, and the way you write the characters and their story stays with me. Your work means a lot to me! 🫶🏽

I completely understand that life can be unpredictable and busy, and there’s absolutely no pressure—but I was wondering gently if you might be planning any updates for the series in the future? Either way, I appreciate everything you’ve already shared so much. Sending you lots of love and good vibes! 💕🌟

Omggg, I'm so sorry that I'm just getting to this, but thank you so much this is so sweet. I recently updated this work just yesterday and I hope it's what you were waiting for. Even if it isn't, the series isn't done yet and I hope you guys enjoy any of the other parts that are to come along <3333

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ . rafe shoving your face into the carpet during backshots.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. aggressive rafe. reader getting pounded into the ground (yuuuup!). p!link mentioned & linked.

cherie’s note — requested here, and based on this p!link.

he'd been gone for what felt like weeks.

in reality, his business trip hadn't lasted any longer than ten days.

but the way he'd abandoned his bag in the hallway, shoes hardly kicked off on the doormat near the front door, it might as well have been weeks.

the way rafe disappeared for ten days a business trip somewhere across the country, text messages short and infrequent, phone calls even rarer. you knew the time difference was brutal, and that he was busy, but that didn't stop the ache between your legs or the way your chest clenched every time you looked at the empty side of the bed.

the door had slammed shut, and before you could say a word, rafe was on you — dragging you by the waist into the living room, hands rough and shaking with need. no greeting. no teasing. just weeks of built-up frustration, violence coiled tight under his skin, finally snapping.

his hands were rough, impatient — yanking your shirt up, shoving your underwear down, grabbing your ass like he could already feel how warm and wet you'd be. you barely had time to blink before he spun you around and bent you down to the carpet, one hand on your lower back, the other already fumbling with his belt.

and with the way he was fucking into you now? you were beginning to question if there was any semblance of patience left within him. your cheek had been smothered on the carpet, his hands digging into your hips so hard you knew there'd be bruises there by morning. he's pounding into you from behind, deep, messy thrusts that make your whole body jolt forward with each slap of his pelvis against your ass. the sound is obscene — slick, raw, desperate — skin-on-skin, and his breath comes out in snarls above you.

"missed this fuckin' pussy," he growls, voice guttural, unhinged. "missed you so much, baby."

you try to answer — something, anything — but all that comes out is a gasp as he drags you back onto his cock even harder, angling deep enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. your eyes roll back, tears blurring your vision from the sheer stretch, the way he's splitting you open like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else.

he leans over you, forearm braced beside your head, voice in your ear, soaked with obsession.

"you think i was gonna come home and take my time with you?" he spits, teeth grazing your neck. "fuck that, i've been hard for you for weeks. thought about this every goddamn night."

his free hand presses down on your lower back, positioned at the right angle for the head of his thick cock to glide right against that gummy, sweet spot inside of you.

your mouth fell open in a gasp, but before any sound could spill out, he was reaching forward — fingers slipping between your lips, pushing two of them deep onto your tongue.

"keep that mouth open," he growled, leaning over your back as his hips started to move again, slamming into you with a pace so fast, so brutal, deep and unforgiving. "bite me, and i'll fuck you harder."

you moaned around his fingers, a little muffled, thighs already trembling. and then you felt it — the way his hand pulled your mouth back, forcing your head to arch, your back to curve, angling your hips just right.

"fuck—there," he groaned, snapping his hips forward with even more force now that he had you tilted the way he wanted. "that's it. that's the fucking spot. you feel that?"

you couldn't respond — not with the way your brain was short-circuiting from how deep he was.

his hips snap forward again, harder now, more punishing. his fingers curl under your stomach, angling your hips just right so every stroke hits your spot dead-on — and you cry out, body trembling, helpless under his weight. and the more he hears you fall apart, the deeper he sinks in, like he's trying to mold your cunt to his cock all over again.

and god, it hurts — it aches — it's too much...

but it's him. and you're addicted.

cherie's taglist <3 — @sexybr9nette, @fawnfate, @bonjourjiminie, @bunniecouture, @kaydennnn, @rafessbaby, @girldisrupted, @vunhun, @mattyskies, @vunhun.

[poguehearted77]

The Wrap Party

The Wrap Party-> Filming is over and that's a wrap for Outer Banks. Things get emotional but Drew knows how to cheer you up.

Belongs to my: OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank Series

These can be read in any order!

Your lungs expanded as you tried to take in as much air as possible. It was another sad attempt to regulate your emotions as they ran higher than ever. The months had flown past you in a blur of late nights and laughter.

Today is your last day on set. You couldn't believe it. It felt like just the other day when you'd bumped into JD at craft services for the first time or met Drew by the water cooler.

Swept up in the confines of your own mind, stuck in a whirlwind of reminiscence and disbelief, you're distracted from the rest of the cast coming around to sit and watch your final scene.

This is the last time you'll have pre-scene jitters with Drew, the last time you'll look off-stage and see Josh counting you down. The realization tugs at your nerves, making your emotions even harder to manage.

"Action!"

With critical thinking and hostile teamwork, you and Rafe managed to escape from Finch's holding cell with no time to waste. The two of you had to move, and fast, one wrong turn and you'll be captured in no time, or worse.

"Straight ahead, that's gotta be the way out!" Rafe shouts as the two of you head for the opening up ahead. Your steps come to a screeching halt as guards emerge from what should have been your portal to freedom.

Rafe watches you reach for the steel pipe strapped across your back with little faith, "There's no way we can take them all, we're surrounded." Rafe speaks, and you dismiss it. "We can't, but I know I can." You don't give him the chance to protest before you’re swinging steel and delivering fatal hits.

One by one, sometimes two at a time, you wiped out the guards and piled them up behind you, leaving a cleared path of escape. "Holy shit!" Rafe exclaims as you both rush for the threshold, only to be met by a two-way split. Unsure of which way to go, you remember overhearing a passing conversation of the mercenaries exiting the south side of the fortress after they brought you here.

"It's right. Go right-" Your voice is layered with certainty, and Rafe doesn't doubt you for a second. In that moment, he trusted you.

In the same instant, both your heads are snapping in the direction of the ruckus that could be heard coming from the left side of the hall, around the corner. "Shit. There are more guards. It sounds like a lot." You inform but Rafe doesn't care.

He tries to pull you along down the right hall, but you stand firm. "A diversion will hold them off and give you a better chance of making it out." His eyes widen with denial and squint in confusion. "You can't be serious. You said it yourself, you're outnumbered, they'll kill you."

"Rafe, you have to go." You say, feeling panic rise as the parade of heavy steps gets closer, beginning to rattle the walls. "Piper-" He starts, but desperation is creeping into your voice now. "You have someone to live for, Rafe. You have people that need you-"

He tries to pull you along once more, a bit desperate this time. "No, I won't leave you here." His voice comes out as a shout, but it breaks at the end. Somewhere along the way, he's grown accustomed to you, whether he'll admit it or not.

You pull yourself from his grasp,backing away as you slowly reach for your pipe once more. "Thank you." You say, not expecting him to reciprocate it. "Thank you." There's a gloss that coats his stinging eyes as he looks back at you one last time.

He watches you charge down the hall, the sound of inexorable combat filling his ears behind him as he runs for his life. He runs for your lives.

"And Cut!" Josh shouts, and there's a loud applause from your castmates off-set. They startle you, having not realized they'd come to watch your final scene. "That was amazing."

You flushed at the overwhelming love and support you felt from your friends. You look over to Drew, who was a bit red in the face and trying to discreetly dry his eyes with the pads of his thumbs.

"Aww, Drew, are you crying!" Madison is the first to call out as they all make their way over onto the set. "Ah shit," He chuckles. "Must've gotten a bit caught up." There's a collective 'aww' that sweeps over the group, prompting a giggling group hug with you at the center.

"I love you guys," Your words are muffled as they're pressed into JD's shoulder in the hug.

-

Although your time on set has come to an end, the others still had another two months of filming ahead of them, and the directors made sure to let you know you’re more than welcome back anytime.

You faced your reflection in the mirror of your dressing room as you got ready to join everyone for one last lounge night, where everyone hangs around on bean bags with good food going around and even better conversation.

There's a knock on your door. "Come in!" You shout, cleaning up the rest of your items from the counter as you finish your soft look. Your face lights up as Chase peeks in before taking strides until he stops right behind you.

You make eye contact through the mirror, and you smile at him with a hint of sadness. It was subtle but not discreet enough to go unnoticed.

"You okay?" The age-old question that never fails to tug the last string of resistance holding back the dam of tears. It starts with one tear, then another, until suddenly Chase is standing you up and holding you in his arms.

You can't see his face as you're tucked into his chest, but if you didn't know any better, it sounded like he was holding back his own emotions. Shallow breathing and disappointed sighs.

"It's never gonna be the same without you, you know?" He pulls away to give you his familiar grin, and it warms your heart. "I'm gonna miss you guys like crazy." It comes out with a sniffle, but you manage to compose yourself so the two of you can join the others.

-

The evening is filled with so many games and good laughs that you almost forget what it's all for.

Currently, you and Madison were cozied up in a corner, surrounded by cushions and throw blankets as she asked you about your schedule for your upcoming movie. "So when do you start pre-production for The Love Equation?"

"In just a few weeks, actually. Last I heard, they were adjusting some last-minute changes, then they'll start running chemistry tests with me and other finalists for the male lead."

"Oooh, that's exciting." She enthuses, but you don't reflect that same energy. "What's wrong? Worried they won't be as cute as Drew?"Your head snaps up at his name with fear and panic?

Madison is almost relieved to see this alarmed reaction from you. It only confirms her suspicions that much more. "So I was right. Ever since we came back from Lisbon, you two have been inseparable. It's a miracle for either of you to notice anyone else in the room with you guys." You bury your face in your hands to hide the grin stretching across your lips.

With your cheeks flushing with heat and the ability to hear your pulse in your ears, you barely catch Madison mutter something along the lines of "I hope JD's ready to pay up..."

That's the last of your conversation before the lights begin to dim. Darkening the room around you and forcing you to dedicate your attention to the big screen on the wall. The talking dies down as everyone leans back to watch.

You had no idea what to expect to appear on the screen, but you surely didn't anticipate seeing your face front and center. It's a video, the first of the many included in the montage.

The first clip has a home-video style to it. The camera is close enough to touch your forehead, giving you that bug-like appearance while you blabber on and on about not knowing what snack to grab from craft services.

You can hear Drew's voice from behind the camera progressing the conversation further and helping you pick-- but you ended up getting one of each kind of thing you wanted. The video cuts to you giving a taste-tester review of each item.

This is so embarrassing but you couldn't peel your eyes away. You can hear JD's laughter from somewhere and Chase's snickering. The next video is taken from far away, watching you and JD have an impromptu dance break while on set back in Morocco. Next is a snippet of you and Madelyn with entangled limbs as you both napped on the couch.

The video goes on with highlights of the energy and character you brought on set and how fun you were to be with beyond that.

The vibe shifts to a documentary-style once you see JD pop up, sharing his thoughts. "Working with Y/n is like getting to work with your favourite cousin every day. She's always up for a challenge and trying new things. She's inspiring, honestly."

"Aww," you frown subconsciously while your eyes fill with tears as the others eventually came on screen and talked about how much they'll miss you. Everyone's messages were so sweet and heartfelt, it was a miracle you were able to read the closing credits through your tears,  'We love you, Y/n. You'll always be part of us. #P4L'.

"This was so sweet, guys, seriously. Thank you so much. I loved it."

Carlacia speaks up, "We can't take the credit; this was all Drew's idea. He recorded all those videos; all we did was talk." There's suddenly a lump in your throat, and it's filled with emotion. You're overcome by your emotions when you stand up and rush over to Drew on his beanbag and ambush him with the tightest hug you muster.

"Thank you", you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear you, and he revels in the warmth of your embrace. Though the tender moment didn't last long when you hear Chase and JD shout--

"Dogpile!!"

Everyone flops their bodies on top of you guys, crushing you with adoration and laughter. Even under all the pressure, you couldn't hold back your smiles. This is your family.

P4L.

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[rafesangelita]

♡ thinking thots . . .

‘fresh out of jail’ sex with criminal!rafe and spoiledgf!reader would be so intense, neither of them have no idea how they’ve lasted this long without each other. after a long day of getting rafe settled back into tanneyhill— and also sorting out some ‘business’ stuff with barry, they finally find themselves in the sheets of rafe’s bed. he has her pinned down underneath him, both of his hands wrapped around her throat as he fucks into her like she’s nothing but his pretty little cock sleeve. for someone who hadn’t felt the touch of a woman for nearly a year now, rafe was going to make sure that you weren’t going anywhere until he was thoroughly satisfied. rafe is throwing you around like a ragdoll, putting you in positions that make tears roll down your cheeks all while filling you up time and time again until you’re losing yourself on his cock. rafe grits out baby trapping threats in your ear, his fists wrapped tightly around the ends of your hair as he tells you how much it turns him on to spend money on you and spoil you all the time— the idea alone making him hold you in place as his cum seeps out of your needy pussy. your nails are leaving marks on him everywhere you could grab, his muscled arms, his chest, his back, he has you clinging onto him like your life depends on it. your eyes are low as exhaustion wracks through your body, your poor clit having been rubbed into overstimulation far too many times to count. “my god, you’re taking this shit so good for me, babygirl—” rafe praises you between rounds, his bangs tickling your forehead every time he leans down to take your lips in a searing kiss.

[ditzyrafe]

riding rafe n he gets all whimpery and needy

— bf!rafe whimpering while u ride him

warnings — p in v, switch!rafe, riding, lewd language

you shift your weight, settling more fully on rafe's hips, the friction sending an immediate jolt through both of you. his hands grip your waist, fingers spreading possessively, lifting and lowering yourself onto his thick length, setting a teasing pace, enjoying the low groans rumbling in his chest.

he's usually the one setting the tempo, pushing you, demanding more. but tonight, you feel bold, taking control, wanting to see if you can unravel that carefully maintained composure of his. you find a specific angle, grinding down just so, hitting that spot deep inside that always makes his breath hitch.

his grip tightens involuntarily, knuckles turning white for a second. "yeah," he breathes out, the word rougher than usual. "right there."

you smile, a slow, knowing curve of your lips, and repeat the motion, adding a subtle circular grind at the base. that's when you hear it — not a groan, but a soft, choked whimper that seems pulled from him against his will. it's faint, almost lost beneath his ragged breathing, but you definitely heard it.

his eyes fly open, meeting your, wide with a flicker of surprise, maybe even embarrassment, before quickly squeezing shut again as you continue your movements. intrigued, you lean forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders, picking up the pace slightly, deliberately targeting that spot again and again.

another whimper escapes him, louder this time, less controlled. his hips lift instinctively off the mattress, chasing your movements. "fuckkk," he gasps out, the word shaky. "please… don't stop."

the plea hangs in the air, raw and needy. this isn't the usual demanding rafe. this is different. and you're addicted. you slow down slightly, dragging out the sensation, letting him feel every inch as you slide up his shaft before sinking back down with agonising slowness, milking another low, desperate sound from him.

"rafey?" you whisper, leaning down close to his ear.

"god, yes… please," he repeats, his eyes remaining tightly shut. "it's too much… fuck, keep going." he sounds wrecked, completely lost in the sensation you're giving him. tremors start to run through his thigh, his entire body tense beneath you, coiled tight like a spring about to snap.

you ride him with relentless focus now, moving faster, harder, fuelled by his increasingly desperate sounds — the whimpers, the broken gasps, the choked repetition of curse words. his usual control is completely gone, replaced by this raw neediness that makes your own climax surge closer.

he arches beneath you, a full-bodied shudder racking his frame, his voice finally breaking on a high, strained cry as his release rips through him. you feel him pulsing hard and deep inside you, the intensity triggering your own orgasm just seconds later. you collapse on his chest, trembling and breathless, feeling the frantic hammer of his heart beneath your ear. he wraps his arms around you tightly, clinging almost desperately, his breathing coming in harsh, shuddering gasps against your hair.

he doesn't speak, just holds you, needy even in the aftermath.

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© written by ditzyrafe — do not steal or claim as ur own, stealing will result in me blocking u, any resemblance to any other story is simply coincidental!

[poguehearted77]

Hi how are you doing? You’re my favorite rafe writer so I’m missing you

Oh my gosh really?? This means so much to me, I’m so sorry for being MIA, I hope to resume all my works this summer

[issues4him-deactivated20250428]

rafe making you tell him about your day or else he stops …

you were already breathless, already clutching at the sheets like they were the only things grounding you. rafe had you on your stomach, legs spread, one arm looped under your waist to keep your hips tipped up and vulnerable while he rocked into you slow and deep, each thrust just shy of rough—just enough to keep you dizzy. and then, like the menace he is, he slowed to an unbearable crawl.

“rafe—why’d you stop?” you gasped, hips twitching back against him, whining when he stilled completely.

“you didn’t tell me about your day,” he muttered low against your ear, that shit-eating smirk painted all over his voice. “and if you don’t start talkin’ real soon, i’m not movin’.”

you blinked, confused, desperate. “wait what? i—i can’t—”

“oh, you can,” he interrupted, dragging his hand up your spine slowly, watching the way you shivered under his palm. “you don’t shut up any other time of the day, baby. what happened, huh? cat got your tongue?” he gave one sharp, teasing thrust that made you jolt forward with a broken moan, then pulled out just enough to hover.

you whimpered into the pillow, cheeks burning. “i…i had an iced coffee this morning,” you mumbled stupidly, and he snorted, gripping your hips again.

“that’s it?” he mocked, pulling out completely, “no drama at the nail salon? no girls talkin’ shit behind each other’s backs? c’mon, baby, i like when you ramble—makes me feel important.” he dragged his cock back through your slick, just brushing your entrance, refusing to push back in.

you let out a soft sob, trying to press back against him, but he just held you still with one hand. “ugh—okay—okay! um—my friend jenna got a new purse and i told her it was cute even though it was really ugly, and—rafe, please—”

he rewarded you with a slow, deep thrust, humming in approval as you clenched around him. “see? not so hard,” he muttered, voice smug. “keep goin’, sweetheart. or i’ll stop again.”

and you did. voice shaking, brain scrambled, you kept talking—stuttering through mundane details while he fucked you slow and steady, drinking in every word like it was his favorite goddamn show. you swallowed hard, cheeks flushed, your voice coming out soft and babbled. “okay, okay—i woke up late… um, and my hair looked really bad so i put it in a clip, but then i hated that too—so i redid it like, three times—” he started to move, hips rolling at a lazy pace, dragging every inch of him through you so deeply it made your knees curl. “and i went to starbucks but they burned my latte,” you continued, breathless already. “so i had to go to a different one, and they were out of pumpkin cream, and—and then jenna showed me her new guy she’s talking to, and he was so ugly, rafe, like, way out of her league—“

his pace picked up slightly, and you gasped again, barely managing to keep talking, voice all high and shaky. “i told her he was cute but i lied, and then—and then we went to target for toothpaste but i left with like—like five candles, and a new perfume, and—” you hiccuped a moan as he drove into you harder, your speech stuttering. “i-i forgot what i was saying—”

“target,” rafe grumbled, thrusting faster now, hips snapping forward with more force. “you were at target, baby. keep goin’, you’re doin’ s’good.”

your brain was turning to mush, fingernails digging into the sheets as your voice pitched up with every breath. “um—i—i dropped a candle in the aisle, and this old man saw and i got so embarrassed, and then—i—oh, fuuck—” your voice cracked into a moan as he hit that spot inside you just right, over and over again now. the pressure was unbearable. the pace was ruthless. your words crumbled with each thrust.

“you gettin’ dumb on me?” he teased, voice low and smug against your ear. “you were talkin’ so much just a second ago.”

you shook your head desperately, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a half-whine, half-sob. “i was just—oh my god, i was—i was trying to—”

“you were tryin’ t’what?” he purred, snapping his hips hard enough to make the bed creak. “use your words, honey.”

you were shaking now, the rhythm pushing you closer and closer, your voice nothing but a stream of breathy moans and pathetic mumbles. “i—i can’t—rafe—can’t even think—feels too good—feels so good, please—”

he chuckled lowly, “then just be my good girl and let me hear you,” he rasped, his thrusts punishing now, no mercy in the way he fucked you into the mattress. “that’s all i wanted. that sweet voice.”

you sobbed his name, hands clawing for something to hold onto. rafe just groaned—watching you cum underneath him, ruined by your own voice, by your own stupid little story, by the way you couldn’t stop whimpering through it all.

a/n :: this is not an original idea

[issues4him-deactivated20250428]

getting distracted by the tv while rafe is fucking you…

the room was warm with the weight of it all. his body pressing into yours, the rhythm of his hips steady and deliberate, every roll deep enough to make the headboard creak, every breath that passed through his clenched jaw warm against your skin. he was focused. too focused. one hand held your thigh high, the other gripping the sheets near your head, his gaze occasionally flicking to your face to catch every gasp, every twitch of your lip, every shiver when he hit that perfect spot.

you looked perfect. quiet and breathless. slack-jawed with your bottom lip just barely caught between your teeth. to him, it was obvious—he thought he had you completely fucked-out, drunk off his cock. thought you were silenced by pleasure. thought he was the only thing you could feel, the only thing you could think about.

but then it happened. a sudden, sharp, uncontrollable burst of laughter tore out of your mouth. it wasn’t breathy or soft. it wasn’t a moan. it was a cackle—one you tried to smother with your palm too late.

rafe stopped instantly, his hips stilling mid-thrust, his head lifting from the crook of your neck. his breath was shallow. his brow furrowed slowly, almost confused, like maybe he’d heard wrong. you watched his brain try to catch up with what just happened, and you felt the shift—how the air between you changed in an instant. “th’fuck was that?” he asked, voice low, controlled, but teetering.

you blinked up at him, trying to hold back the laughter already threatening again. “huh?”

his eyes narrowed, and you felt his cock twitch inside you, still hard and heavy. “you just laughed.”

you hesitated, fighting the grin already rising to your lips. “no i didn’t...”

he tilted his head slowly following your gaze, and turned his face just enough to glance over his shoulder. the television still glowed behind him. a ridiculous voice filled the silence that had suddenly blanketed the room, followed by a burst of laughter from the impractical jokers cast. his jaw tensed so hard you could see the muscle tick. he turned back to you, eyes unreadable. “you were seriously watching the tv?”

you bit your lip to hide back your shit-eating grin, yet failing miserably. rafe blinked once, hard, then looked back at the screen like it had personally betrayed him.

“i—” you started, already laughing again as you tried to explain, “it was just that part where sal asked that guy to put a baby in him i—”

“are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now?” his voice cracked around the words, not from anger, but disbelief. “you’ve been watching that stupid fuckin’ show this whole time?”

you tried to sit up, but he leaned forward, caging you in with one palm beside your head and the other still gripping your thigh. you were grinning wide now, smug, playful, entirely too pleased with yourself. “don’t be mad! you were doing so good i figured i had time to be entertained on both fronts.”

his eyes narrowed further, “you…were multitasking…while i was fucking you…”

you nodded, mock-encouraging. “mhm. i’m very good at time management. really in tune with that work-life balance, y’know?”

the laugh that escaped him was not amused. he sat up on his knees, pulled out of you so abruptly it made your breath hitch, and dragged both hands down his face in stunned, borderline offended silence. you watched him, still giggling like a menace, clearly not understanding what kind of fire you had just set.

“i’m over here,” he said finally, gesturing wildly between you, “literally dripping sweat—sweat,—trying to make you cum and you’re tuned in to tru tv?”

“oh, don’t make it sound lame,” you said, giggling into your hand. “they were in the middle of a challenge. i got invested!”

he said nothing. just stared. jaw clenched. breathing slow. and then he moved. it wasn’t rushed or angry—it was focused. his hands grabbed your waist and flipped you over onto your stomach with effortless strength, and before you could say another word, he had pulled your hips up, forcing you onto your knees, chest flat to the mattress. you gasped at the sudden position change, fingers clenching the sheets as you turned your head to look back at him. “rafe—”

“shut up.” his voice was gravel and dangerous. a warning that went unheeded.

you were still smiling. even as he shoved back into you with one brutal thrust, even as your body lurched forward from the force of it, you still tried to laugh. “okay—okay,” you panted, trying to speak between the quick, sharp breaths his movements were forcing out of you, “jeez—that’s more like it—maybe now i’ll actually start paying attention.”

he gripped your hips tighter—too tight—and slammed into you again. “still got jokes huh,” he muttered, voice harsh and breathless, chest rising and falling fast behind you. “still fuckin’ laughing.”

you cried out at the next thrust, your knees slipping slightly on the sheets, and for a split second, you lost that smirk. but it crept back as you adjusted, still trying to cling to that bratty little smile even as your body betrayed you. “you’re being dramatic,” you managed to say, voice thin. “it was one laugh.”

rafe’s hand fisted into your hair, yanked your head back just enough to make you gasp, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke directly into it. “you want dramatic?” his hips snapped forward, burying himself all the way inside you, the force of it knocking the air from your lungs. “go ahead, baby, laugh.”

you could only whimper. the smile was gone. he fucked you harder, rougher, each thrust sending your body forward, your arms straining to hold yourself up. you weren’t making jokes anymore. you were barely making sounds. your breath hitched with every impact, little cries slipping from your throat each time he bottomed out.

“i fuck you like this,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, “and you give your attention to a fuckin’ prank show?”

you tried to speak, to defend yourself, but the words dissolved into moans, your face pressed into the mattress, your body trembling under the weight of him.

“where’s that little attitude now, hm?” he asked, pulling your hair again, forcing you to look back at him. “what happened to that smart mouth?” you whimpered something that might’ve been an apology, but he didn’t let up. his voice dropped to a whisper, words like a promise. “i’m gonna make you forget what channel that shit was on.”

a/n :: IJ was the only funny show i could think of. i did not mention joe for a reason 🫵🏻

[issues4him-deactivated20250428]

i just know Bluecollar! rafe has a breeding kink, ugh. Like before you got pregnant with your second he tried every second he could to get his rough hands on you🙂‍↕️he would be so rough hitting it from the back while you have to force yourself to be quiet 😩 okay please help me

YOU GET ME. he LOVES being a dad(dy)

like, the second you even hinted at wanting another baby? it was game over. this man took it as a challenge.

"yeah? you wanna give me another one, sweetheart?" he muttered against your ear one night, palming your stomach, pressing his boner against your ass. "you sayin' you wanna be full of me again? walk around all cute, carryin’ my baby?"

from that moment on, every chance he got—every stolen moment, every night emmett fell asleep early, every time he caught you bent over the kitchen counter, every time you so much as sighed his way—he was on you. and he was ruthless about it, too.

you’d be folding laundry, minding your damn business, and suddenly—rafe was there. pressing his already hard cock up against your back, his big hands sliding around your waist, his lips hot against your neck. "baby," he’d murmur, already tugging down your pants. "right here on the dryer, yeah? let me put another one in you."

and at night? when emmett was fast asleep and the house was quiet? forget it. one second you’d be climbing into bed, expecting a good night’s sleep—and the next? rafe had you on your knees, bent over the mattress, ass in the air, his belt hanging loose around his waist.

“you want it, baby? you want me to give it to you?” and before you could even answer—he was slamming into you, deep and rough, making you bite into the pillow to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. "shhh, baby," he cooed, mocking, teasing, completely wrecked. "you don't want emmett hearin’ how bad his mama wants another one of my babies in her, do ya?"

this man couldn't make up his mind for the life of him. because if you were too quiet? if you buried your face too deep in the pillow, trying to hold back your moans? rafe would grab your hair, tilt your head back, force you to look at him. "nuh-uh, baby. i wanna hear you--wanna hear how bad you need me to knock you up."

and when he gets close to filling you up, he’d grab your waist, slam you back onto him, his voice low and wrecked against your ear—"take it, baby. take all of it...shit--gonna pump you so fuckin' full, you won’t even have to take a test—you’ll just know."

and if you somehow didn't end up pregnant after that? he'd double down next time.

"this one’s stickin’, baby," he’d growl, holding your legs open, using his fingers to shove any of his cum that threatened to spill back into your pussy "gonna make sure of it."

[poguehearted77]

when are we getting the drew starkey fic

wow so I genuinely forgot abt that work. LMAOOO. I acc needed this reminder omg🤣🤣 midterms are killing me rn I fear, maybe 2 weeks frm now 😄

[littlelamy]

he's still dripping saltwater onto the hotel bed when his phone buzzes, throat tight from shouting at ward on the yacht, some bullshit about respect that doesn't matter now, not when his screen lights up with your name. again. fucking finally.

he told you to call.

told you to keep him updated, send pictures, let him hear your voice so he didn't lose his mind being stuck here with rose’s fake ass laugh and his dad pretending he gives a shit. but you haven’t. barely a word. a missed call he couldn’t answer at dinner, some half-assed text before bed last night. it’s not enough. not even fucking close.

he snatches the phone up before it stops vibrating, fingers still damp as he unlocks it, and—

jesus christ.

his breath gets knocked straight out of him like a gut punch. the video starts with you spread out on your bed, wearing the tiny lace panties he bought you last summer, the white ones with the little satin bow at the front. the ones he told you not to wear when he wasn’t around. your skin’s soft in the low light, thighs shifting, a teasing little wiggle of your hips before your fingers dip between your legs, pressing against the wet spot already showing through. he can hear you, a soft, breathy sigh, and his cock twitches to life in his swim trunks.

his jaw clenches as the video plays. his grip tightens on the phone.

“miss you, rafey,” your voice, saccharine sweet, a little breathless. “wish you were here.”

your fingers slip under the lace, pushing it aside, and fuck—he gets a perfect view of your glistening folds, of how wet you already are for him, all from just thinking about him. his free hand curls into the sheets, nails digging in. his cock’s aching now, straining against his shorts, but he doesn’t move, just stares, entranced, pupils blown wide as you tease yourself, spreading slick with slow, lazy strokes. you always did love putting on a show for him.

his teeth sink into his bottom lip when your fingers slide inside, a needy whimper slipping out, hips lifting to meet your own touch. he should be there. should be the one filling you up, wrecking you like only he can. his jaw flexes. his breath’s coming short now, heavy, uneven. your back arches, your pace picking up, and he hears it—his name, the way it tumbles from your lips, needy, desperate. his head tips back against the headboard, exhaling sharply through his nose. he’s so fucking hard it’s painful.

then you bring your other hand up, two fingers dipping into your mouth, coating them in spit before trailing down, pressing against your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. his vision goes white-hot for a second. his hips jerk up involuntarily. your moans turn breathy, higher pitched, his name slipping out between them like a prayer, like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

then you’re gasping, thighs squeezing around your own hand, chest heaving, back arching high as you come with a soft, broken cry—

and the video ends.

his thumb hovers over the screen, like maybe if he presses just right, it’ll play again. like he didn’t just watch the whole thing burned into his memory in perfect, agonizing detail. his pulse is hammering in his ears. he drags his tongue over his bottom lip, glancing toward the bathroom where the shower’s still running.

his fingers fly over the keyboard.

you’re fucking dead when i get home.

he hesitates, staring at the screen, then adds—

call me. now.

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[poguehearted77]

pleaseee do a full fic of single dad rafe 💐💐💐

This is like the 4th ask I’ve gotten abt this work. Ykw guys. Consider it handled 🫣 Coming soon to a city near you