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Rafe shoving his fingers in readers mouth when she starts to ramble too much…

(Rafe come rn)

rafe knew you talked a lot when you were nervous, but he underestimated just how much when he took you to drinks with his friends at the country club. they never didn’t make you feel welcome, but they were all loud— a lot louder than anyone that you usually surrounded yourself with, so often times you felt you had to fill the lingering silences that came with boyish days out when they were just trying to watch the game.

you had been talking for five whole minutes without anyone getting a word in— your hands were waving frantically and you were looking between topper and kelce wide eyed, basically out of breath from all the rambling about something they couldn’t even keep up with. topper thought it was about some girly gossip show you were watching, but then you were suddenly talking about how your dog was blind in one eye.

frankly, nobody was keeping up— everyone had zoned out, rafe only really started paying attention again when you mentioned a phil dunphy. he made a mental note to deal with him later. maybe ask barry if he was from around the area. but for now he was giving you a small eyebrow raise, reaching his free hand up to squeeze your cheeks, shoving two fingers right between your parted lips, cutting your ramble off.

“why don’t we let someone else speak now baby hm?”

nodding his head slightly toward his two friends, whos attention were definitely caught at the how you immediately nodded up at him, eyes wide and mumbling a muffled “sorry,” just as he pressed his two fingers against your tongue.

he just didn’t actually expect you to reach up and catch his wrist when he tried to move his hand away just to keep your tongue swirling around his ringed fingers. his friends got multiple threats after that for becoming a lot more interested in what you had to say. and you for sure got a telling off by rafe with a “you like putting on a show like that for my degenerate friends? huh?” when you got home.

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I wanna tie pink bow around his arm!!

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going back to my roots to discuss size kink

rafe was drunk.

point blank period. and for some reason it felt like your job to wrangle him, not that he needed wrangled, but someone should watch him. he’s 6’2 with a pocket full of coke, who knows what could happen.

you’d been a thing for a while, hanging around each other at parties, going on a date here and there. you had a real big crush on him.

he was charming and handsome, said all the right things and took you to all the right places. he treated you like a princess, an ideal boyfriend.

so that’s why the words he’s saying in your ear tonight, come as such a shock.

“god baby, y’look so good on my lap” he whispers to you.

he’s not wrong, you do look good, so small and straddling him in your cute little sundress.

it makes you smile, the compliment, regardless of the tone he said it with. and when he presses kisses into your jaw you smile again, “been thinkin’ about you”

the confession catches you off guard, but warms you nonetheless, “you have?” you whisper against him, bringing his face up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. his hands catch you off guard too, trailing down your sides and slipping under the hem of your dress. they don’t travel far, just resting on the soft skin beneath the fabric. but it’s enough to make you shiver against his lips, “been thinkin’ about you too”

“yeah? d’you know what else i’ve been thinkin’ about kid?” he asks.

you shake your head with a shy smile, brushing your hair behind your ear cutely, “been wonderin’ if you’re wet for me…” he trails, “if i lift that tiny dress up would your little panties be stuck to that pretty pussy?”

your breath hitches, arms wrapped around his neck as you drop your face, red with embarrassment.

he smirks at your reaction, “yeah? bet you are.” his voice comes out real low, a smooth sound that makes you clinch, “bet i’d slip in real easy too… right into you, huh?”

your mouth feels dry, only able to mumble out a pained “rafe…”

“actually,” he announces, “i’d prolly be too big for you, huh kid? big bad rafe’s too big for that tiny pussy, yeah? would have to stretch you out real good.” he pauses when you drop your head onto his shoulder, “another time.”

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divider creds to @gigittamic ! mdni, 18+ smut, morning sex, unsafe sex, nympho!reader, p in v, use of nicknames: baby, dumb girl, minx.

rafe cameron is a man of many strengths. in bed especially. there isn’t one time where the rafe cameron has tapped out during sex. the man has a lot of fucking stamina. hell, he would probably thrive as a marathon runner.

to this day, he still hasn’t been beaten however he’s gotten damn close with you.

rafe comes home from work? boom, you’re clawing at his belt. on a phone call? who cares! you’re shoving his dick down your throat. every morning, every fucking morning; rafe has to deal with your horny ass. it was like a routine to wake up with you desperately grinding on every inch of his skin.

so it’s not much of a surprise when rafe opens his eyes to you buried into his neck, slobbering all over the flesh while your hands roam free. he lets out a groan, sliding a ring clad hand down his face to wipe away all the sleep. “never gonna give me a break, huh?” rafe flips you both over so that you’re now straddling him while he’s laid down comfortably.

“please please please— need it.” you roll your hips needily around his lap, getting as much friction as you can to subdue your throbbing need. rafe holds onto your hips to steady you, sitting up against the headboard. you’re practically eating his face, sucking on his tongue in a way that almost makes his eyes roll back. his head tilts back and you chase his lips, he grunts and pushes you back so he could talk. “you don’t need it, you want it. dumb girl.” he mocks you with his deep sleep-ridden voice, nudging his pants down, “go ahead then, c’mon.”

“no, i don’t want to fuck! i wanna be fucked, rafe! ugh you just don’t get it.” you pout at him, grinding down on him a bit more quicker as the time passes. the man rolls his eyes at you. always wanting so much, he thinks. rafe’s quick to flop you onto your back, hovering over you.

“hey. quit it.” he scowls, leaning close to your face and holding your chin in his hand, “be grateful i’m even helping you out. could’ve left you like this, minx.” the way he speaks to you is so rude. you do need that firm hand though and rafe’s the man to give you that. all your brattiness that was bubbling to the top fades when he pulls his cock out and now your eyes sparkle. rafe bends your knees to your chest, swiping a thumb over the back of your knee. he taps his leaking tip against your drooling cunt and seethes himself to the brim before you can protest more. a moan comes out of both your mouths as you feel him enter.

his head falls down, his hot breath hitting your ear. his pace starts off slow, toned hips rolling deliciously into yours. this is exactly what you needed. the way he fills you up and knows exactly where to hit makes you mewl.

“shh, shh. i know, baby, i know.” rafe coos at you, kissing the tears that run down your cheeks away. he slowly pulls back his cock, your walls latching onto him, before he pushes back in. you throw your head back at the sensation, biting your lip to muffle your whines. his eyes close for a second before he opens them again to admire you. he can’t keep this pace for longer.

“gonna speed up now, okay?” you nod at him and he takes the signal to start building his speed. soon enough, you’re back to the treatment that you’re used to. his pelvis slamming down into yours while he pants into your ear. his poor back is bright red with scratches. his dick is prodding at your sweet spot over and over again. the sensation has you seeing stars. you’re so dizzy now, braindead on his dick while he pounds you into the mattress. you don’t even notice his phone buzzing on the night stand but rafe does. he ignores it the first few times but then he gets annoyed. “fuck, hold on for me for just one second, yeah?” you look up at him with pleading eyes that show you’re gonna whine over him stopping so rafe clamps a hand around your mouth while he looks at who was blowing up his phone.

the clock is what catches his eye first.

shit, he’s late and he had a very important early morning meeting. rafe throws his phone to god knows where and continues. he’s already behind the clock so he might as well finish. “c’mon, baby, c’mon gotta make this— fuck. gotta make this quick.” rafe rambles on, fingers flicking your nipples to stimulate you more while his cock rams into you continuously. “paint my cock, c’mon.” he pants out, feeling his dick twitch inside you.

you let go with a loud moan, closing your eyes as your whole body shudders. rafe follows soon behind, filling you up with his warm release. he thrusts his cum deeper inside you before pulling out and watching it drip out of your cunt. you’re all dopey now, looking all fucked out just how he likes it.

and that business opportunity is long gone by the time he’s out the door.

the birds are chirping. the morning sun beaming onto your face softly. your comfy weighted blanket protecting you from the chill air. so peaceful. a new day—

and another morning to get fucked.

you’re ready to stretch your arms out to latch onto your boyfriend again but they’re not moving. something’s weird. you open your eyes with a very confused pout, noticing a harness that goes around your neck and keeps your wrists tightly against your back.

rafe looks back at you, slouched over the dresser while he’s shirtless with nothing but his dress pants on. “oh you up, baby?” he puts on his polo quickly, greeting you with a knowing smirk. you squirm around, whining over the lack of ability to be able touch him. you’re growing frustrated now, “rafe!” you yell out to him which only fuels his amusement over your struggling.

“ah, that? can’t be late again. had to do it.” rafe shrugs, patting his pockets to make sure he had everything before leaning in to kiss your cheek. the cocky expression that’s always on his face becoming even more annoying to you. “alright, gotta go to work. behave.” and with that he leaves you there all tied up in your lonesome. very horny.

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I need him.

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˚❀˚ rafe is so attentive to you. he might be busy ‘handling business’ all the time, but he’ll drop everything if something’s bothering you. he wants you to live a cozy, carefree life, physical proof to you and everyone else that he can maintain that for you. so, when you show up at tannyhill with tears in your eyes, he goes straight into problem solving mode. ˚❀༉‧₊˚.

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"❀˚ rafe is so attentive to you. he might be busy ‘handling business’ all the time, but he’ll drop everything if something’s bothering you. he wants you to live a cozy, carefree life, physical proof to you and everyone else that he can maintain that for you. so, when you show up at tannyhill with tears in your eyes, he goes straight into problem solving mode. ˚❀༉‧₊" - (x) inspired by @maiiuelle

you were in a foul mood. one that left you nothing but in shivers, and sniffles. you were holding yourself together until you saw rafe. you had started working lately, telling rafe that you could handle it and that you hated the way that he had to pay for everything. 

you worked at a meek small cafe, serving tables, and coming home greasy and bubbly. sometimes you'd bring free leftover fries, and rafe would kiss you, telling you that there was enough money to pay for it. but you liked it. you liked the simplicity rafe liked seeing you happy.

but today everything was horrible. from the way that the day started from the way you felt in the beginning. you had hit your toe on the door and chipped a nail. then there was a man who yelled at you for getting his order wrong, and you ended up having chunks of potato puree in your hair after a toddler grappled for the food you were serving.

so there you were at tanyhill. staring up at the daunting building, as hot tears streamed down your face. you felt caged in as your arms were wrapped around your body. you felt small, almost as if you could disappear the moment something was uttered.

rafe had given you the key to the house. that's the way he was, giving you small things. giving you small things that you'd always hold close to your heart. sometimes he'd just gaze at you, kiss your forehead and call you his "sweet girl," and you felt your whole body blaze with a fire. and so you gently swung open, the hall echoing with emptiness, you felt yourself smile gently. 

tanyhill reminded you of rafe. and rafe reminded you of good things. yet your foul mood followed you, and somehow there was this inkling feeling that rafe wouldn't allow you to keep your job if he knew how horrible the service was. 

but you couldn't help yourself as you bundled in rafe's bedsheets, smelling that scent of his, and wearing one of his polo's. your hand ached towards the phone, yet you held back. he was probably handling business, but it was finally when you picked up the phone and dialled his number. he picked up in one ring.

"rafe?" you sniffed out, your voice scratchy.

"what's wrong?" rafe murmured back. you could almost hear the alarm in his voice and could feel the way he was probably pacing around. he was probably going to be in trouble. that caused you to wilt even more, as you tried to stammer out your sentence. 

"i need you." 

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you could imagine what rafe was thinking. he was probably worried. worried out of his mind, as you sat in his bed, messy bed head and tears streaming down your face. you heard the creak of the door opening, and there he was.

you saw him, eyes soft as they traced your body. there you were, eyes rubbed red, and a pout on your face. you seemed almost in disbelief, as you stared at him. finally, you jumped into his embrace. it was warm. it was home. you could hear his heartbeat. 

your voice was slurred as you whispered them out, still seeking his warmth

 "you came." 

it was only here you took a peek at his face, a soft smile was sprawled across his face. 

"you called." 

maybe that was when you realised you loved him. 

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being a girl on tumblr is putting all your moot's time zones in your phone

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I want to walk into class with daddy’s babies leaking down my inner thighs ♡

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this is soooooo sugar daddy!rafe & muñeca … i can’t

I love it when my dom says:

“someone’s got an attitude” “look at me” “what did you say to me?” “speak up” “repeat that” “behave” “good girl” “huh?” “you know the consequences of that babygirl”

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size difference turns me on <3

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I don't want to fix him I love my man crazy and psychopathic