#rafe in

[lacydear]

RAFE IN : “SEEING HOW LONG IT TAKES HIM FOR HIM TO MELT”

"just- raise your arms!" you whined for the 4th time. your phone hidden behind a vase of flowers in the cameron's house. "why?" rafe asked nonchalantly, giving you a slight deadpan look before reluctantly raising his arms.

just as he did that, your arms wrapped smoothly around his neck. your lips met his in a soft kiss. his arms stayed in the air for a second before they went down to the small of your back. his jaw moved as he did his magic and deepened the kiss.

his hand trailed down to your ass, giving you a rough squeeze to your flesh there. at the same time, your hands went to his cheeks, holding his face so you both could keep devouring each others lips.

you can feel him grow more desperate, specially with the way his free hand goes to the back of your head to hold you in place. "wait wait-" you gasp, smiling against his lips. somehow, you manage to twist your body to stop the video. "we cant give them a free show now, can we?" rafe grins as he watches you.

"really? you were recording us?" he asks as he hoists you up. your legs automatically wrapping around his torso. "maybe..." you giggle, shrugging innocently. "how about we record something else, and this time longer."

you gasp at the insinuation, playfully smacking his shoulder. "rafe! you're such a pervert." but ofcourse, who are you to say no. you did always look pretty under the red LED lights from his room.

[lacydear]

RAFE IN: “I WONT BE ABLE TO PAY MY MORTAGE”

“baby?” you hum from the couch as rafe washes the dishes. you're snug as a bug. toes and nails freshly done, hair freshly blown out, in your cute victoria secret pijamas while sitting comfortably in your couch with a fluffy pillow cocooning you.

rafe hummed in acknowledgment, scrubbing on a cup. “whats up?” “i dont think i'll be able to pay the mortgage. sorry.”

he stops scrubbing. the hot water still running. you never pay, anything really. not because you are not capable, your old job payed you well. the same job that he made you quit because you didn't need it. you didn't need to worry about money, he had that handled.

he had you taken care of. in possibly every means possible. when he stops the water from running, wipes his hands with a towel and starts walking towards you, you tense up.

you expected him to laugh, or to roll his eyes. something humorous! but no...he looks almost mad, or sad? “bab-” he kneels beside you, gently cupping your face. “dont ever say that.”

you knew rafe was sensitive. he didnt exactly have a normal family. sometimes when he was expected to show any kind of emotion such as crying, he didnt. like when you both found out sarah didnt want rafe to be near her child, he didnt cry. he simply moved on with his day. but in moments like these, were you attempted to make a joke, he was trembling.

almost as if he was scared.

“dont ever worry about money or-” you shushed him, gently pushing his hands off your cheeks. “rafey, you're crying.” he was crying. little tears,but tears nonetheless. you gently grab his shirt, pulling him up so he can lay on you.

and he does, with all his big arms and broad shoulders, rafe cameron finds solace in your embrace. and it shows with the way he willingly melts his body into yours. how he buries his face into your shoulders, allowing you to drape the blanket over both of you. “it was just a silly joke,” you mumble, scratching his scalp.

“i know, i just dont want you to worry about anything like money while im here.” he whispers, lips brushing against your neck as he gently rubs your side.

you and rafe spend the rest of the day in the couch. whispering sweet words of comfort as he calms down.

maybe its time to pipe down on the tiktok trends for a while.

[lacydear]

RAFE IN : "ASKING HUSBAND IF I CAN GET A BURGER INFRONT OF HIS FAMILY”

it was true that rafe was an insanely controlling person. or atleast he was, that was before he met you. but the change really showed when you both got married. he saw the way you trust him, the way you lean on him for everything.

that alone let his poor, cold heart to soften. and in turn, he eased on the controlling, he didn't overthink as much. sure he still had your location, still asked who you were going with whenever you went out without him. but something he would never, ever do? was controlling what you ate.

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it was a weekly cameron's bbq. your kids playing in the pook along with sarah's and john b's kid. the grown ups mingling together in a table. then came ward, “food's ready!” he exclaimed, bringing out meat, burgers, fries. everyone indulged on the food, even rafe. not you tho, you had something else in mind.

his hand rested on your thigh while he took a bite of the burger, humming softly. before he could ask why you weren't eating, you turned to look at him with a faux scared expression. “rafey?” you looked up at him, your tone both quiet, but loud enough where people around you could hear. “can i get a burger?”

rafe only raised his brows, sarah's eyes flickered to both of you. “uh, yeah? do you want me to get it for you?” he asked obliviously, already reaching for a burger. “no its fine, but, you know, since you said you wanted me to lose weight i just-”

rafe immediately cuts you off, his eyes narrowing. “i never said that.” he says roughly, it would be scary if you didnt know how to deal with it. “you can eat whatever you want, baby. dont say stupid shit like that.” rafe mumbles while grabbing a plate of burger and fries. making sure you have extra fries. “here, eat.”

you smile, your hand delicately gripping his forearm. “no fair, you weren't supposed to be nice about it.” you whine, gently kissing his cheek. he stays quiet, munching on the burger. sarah slightly relaxes, averting her attention back to john b. “just eat, baby. stop doing stupid shit like that.” he mumbles before pecking your lips.

“yes sir.” you giggle, taking a big bite of the burger. occasionally giving your kids a bite whenever they come to both of you breathless from playing tag. and at the end of the night, another burger appears in your plate. when you ask rafe about it, he simply shrugs and feeds you the burger.

“since you want burgers so bad.” he would mumble, taking another bite of the same burger.

[lacydear]

RAFE IN: being close to putting his hands on you.

you weren't special in rafe's life.

he knew that, his family knew that, his friends knew that. but apparently you didnt. you thought you were special, special because you got to sleep in his bed, got to be in his arms, got to hang off his arm. but you werent special, no no no. rafe had too much going on in his life to consider you special. you were his girlfriend, sure. he fucked you like his girlfriend, kissed you like one too. but outside of that you were just another background character.

you were so stupid to think about comforting him. you dont know what had happened, he came in your room through your window, all coked up and erratic. needing to fuck you to release some steam. he had killed peterkin, his dad was who knows where. not that you knew any of that, he didnt tell you anything of that sorts. maybe because its useless to tell you, or maybe because he wants to look perfect in your eyes.

you were just worried about your boyfriend. he sat in the corner of the bed after sex, his head in his hands and his elbows in his knees. "baby?" your soft voice sounded like nails in a chalkboard to him, at the moment. he didn't answer, didnt budge. so you tried again, sitting up, the blanket falling off your chest which left you exposed. "come on lets go back to bed." you urged softly, gently. your hand wrapped around his arm.

the action was soft, delicate. everything about you was delicate. maybe that's what pissed him off about you, you were so eager to love him, to forgive him. you didnt yell at him, didnt make him want to shove coke up his nose. yet he still pushed you away, but tonight was different. tonight was a disaster. and a soft, sweet gesture felt like a threat to him. the moment your hand squeezed his bicep he launched at you, big hand gripping your jaw painfully.

your heart dropped, the look in his eyes was something you never seen before. that and his other raised hand, as if he was ready to hit you. your eyes were wide, glossy with tears. "rafe stop-" you cried, hand wrapping around his wrist. he couldn't hear you tho, his mind was running so fast. so many thoughts and so many problems abd emotions clouded his judgement. he covered your mouth with his hand, his rather big hand covering almost half of your face. a muffled sob could be heard from you. your shoulders trembling in horror as you saw his raised hand clench.

maybe it was the way your eyes who were always so soft looking now had tears running down from them, or the way your legs were squirming from under him. or maybe he just realized who he was about to hurt. but he abruptly backed up, his hands trembling as he got off your bed. you let him see the most vulnerable part of you, you were still naked for godsake. yet here he was, about to hit you. you curled up into your self, your sobs finally fleeing your mouth like desperate cries.

he's never seen you cry, much less like this.

"shit– baby im so-" he had beraly taken a step forward before you shook your head. "get out, now!" your voice cracked, lips trembling. he was in no place to not listen to you. he was also just so shocked with himself. sure he killed a cop, but he did it for his father. but putting his hands on you? possibly hurting the prettiest face, hurting the only person who still had hope on him irked him in ways he couldn't imagine. so he gathered his clothes and went to the window. "just talk to me when you're ready." he mumbled, not being able to look at you in your eyes before he climbed out.

you weren't special to him. but in that singular moment, in the moment he saw your distress, the way you looked so scared to even look at him, you had turned into the center of his attention. in possibly the best way ever. because know he sees you, sees what's he's taking for granted and what's on the line.

[lacydear]

Divorced rafe thinking he is finally over reader with his new gf but reader throws a family bbq with friend and the kids and he just can’t take his eyes away from her realising he fucked up big time bringing his new gf LOL🥰

RAFE IN: bringing his new gf to your house. and regretting it.

a/n: im leaning into the more angsty side, hope that's okay!

rafe thought he had finally moved on. he stopped talking to you regularly, both of you agreed that whatever dynamic yall had was not healthy for you or ella. specially ella. so you both minimized your communication with eachother. he started going out more, eventually finding a girl. he supposes he likes her, he doesn't love her, but he's kept her around longer than the others.

you on the other hand have focused more on your career, on ella. you kept telling yourself that if you were not okay with being alone you're not ready to be with someone else. and you're still not over him. at all. the difference between you two is that he's forcing himself to move on, while you give yourself time. so when he asked you if he could take his girlfriend to the bbq you were organizing in honor of ella graduating from kindergarten, your heart dropped.

"oh, um yeah sure." you told him before hanging up. you cried yourself to sleep that night. all the process you thought you made was all crumbling down once you realized how much it hurt when he moved on. it would for sure hurt seeing him walking into your house with another girl by his side. but you sucked it in, for your daughter who has been begging to see both of her parents in the same place.

–

the day of you dressed in a pretty floral sundress, hair down with a little flower clip in the back holding your two front strands. you dressed ella in the same way, like your little twin. "im sooo excited daddy's coming!" he squealed, hopping up and down while holding onto your thumb. you would only nod, not saying how you really felt to your 5 year old.

its 5pm and your parents, some of your close friends and some of ella's friends from school are in your backyard. "you're going to burn the food-" you father chastised you, waving you off forcing you to sit with your friends. just as you were getting comfortable you heard ella scream. "daddy daddy!" you turn around, mentally preparing yourself to see him and this girlfriend of his. you were expecting everything. but not this.

he was wearing a button up shirt, by his side was a girl who looked younger than you. in your eyes, she was prettier, more youthful. maybe that's why he's with her, because she's just better. and worst part? she looked so sweet. "my name is lacy," she said while giving you a gentle hug. you smiled back at her, years of working in the model industry taught you how to look as sweet and polite as possible. even if you felt the worst you ever felt.

as lacy went around greeting people, you finally locked eyes with rafe. "hey." you said quietly. "hi." he approached you, also giving you a hug. a hug that lingered more than it should've. your face was tucked against his shoulder, your arms stayed limp by your sides but you definitely didnt push him away. "she's really pretty," you commented offhandedly, you just had to mention the elephant in the room.

you look prettier.

was what he wanted to say. and god, you looked better than any girl he slept with, any girl he has ever met. he finally lets you go, offering a small smile before he walks past you to greet everyone else. when he leaves, your forced smile falls. he didn't even answer. he just...let your words settle in then walked away. it wasnt fair.

how could he move on but not you. you asked for the divorce yet he gets to move on. he gets to be with the prettiest girl you ever seen, make time for her when he could beraly make time for you and ella in the last year of your marriage. its all so fucking unfair. but you cant cry, you cant scream you cant punch him. you're divorced now. he owes you nothing anymore. you wipe a stray tear before turning back to your daughter who's waiting to be served food.

the bbq goes by in a blur. you do everything in your power to not look at him. and thankfully, with a needy daughter and 4 more kids who are not yours but you're responsible for is enough to focus on them and not him. its late now, everyone is leaving and the children were picked up. "thank you so much for coming." you say to your friends, who hug you tightly before nodding towards rafe who's staring at you. you would melt at his stare, he's staring at you like he always does.

except now his hand is around someone else's waist. gulping, you approach him. "thank you. for coming." you say softly, shifting to ella. "come say bye to daddy." ella pouts but inevitably goes to him. you look away as she does, you never stare or hear when they're saying goodbye to eachother. it breaks your heart, having to make your daughter go through what you have; divorced parents. you swore that you would give your daughter the best loving family. a united family. not this.

"okay, go inside and wipe that cake off of you." she listens, not even saying bye to the girl beside rafe befoe she runs off to inside the house. once the 3 of you are alone rafe whispers something into lacy's ear. your heart clenches. she gives you a smile before walking outside of the gate to get in his car.

"thank you for inviting us." he says, rubbing the back of his neck while looking down at you. you cant look at him. "ella wanted to see you, so," you shrug, rubbing your arms. he lets out a small hum of acknowledgment before looking away. "h-how long have you been together?" you hate yourself for asking. but god you needed to know. what has he been doing during this time period of not communicating like that with eachother. "like, 2 weeks?" 2 weeks is nothing. but the fact that he's even dating someone breaks you. so much.

you nod, rafe notices your trembling hands. he wants to hold you, to make you know how much he needs you back. but he doesn't. he thinks you wouldnt want that. "she's really pretty." you repeat, hoping this time he responds to it. he merely nods, looking back at the car. "she is." she is. you dont know why, but you wanted him to disagree. you wanted him to tell and make you feel that you're the prettiest girl in the world. like he always used to do.

the way he looks back at the car, like he's looking at his future. like telling you that he's done with you and that he's ready to start a new chapter, maybe wakes something in you. maybe you should start a new chapter aswell. but how could you do that when the person you thought was your person is kissing someone else? touching someone else.

making someone else feel like the center of his universe. you dont even notice you're tearing up until you lets out a small sob. his head turns to you almost immediately. "woah-" he starts, but you back up before he can get to you. you cover your mouth, the tears now spilling freely. "please go." is all you can muster before rushing back inside. you lock the door rushing to your room so ella doesn't see you like this.

maybe this was all for the better. maybe you needed to move on like he did. maybe its all for the best, right? maybe you wont fall into depression just like how you did when the divorce happened, right?

right.

rafe fights back tears of frustration. why couldn't he comfort you faster, why did he bring in a girl who hehas beraly been with for not even a month to your house. how could he have been so stupid to believe he could move on. whatever he case might be, he needs to get you back. get his family back.

and he needs to do it before he really loses you.

[lacydear]

RAFE IN : STOP BITING!

A/N: haiii! its been a fat minute :,(. i changed the theme of my blog, i been obsessed with this color scheme and polka dots lately. ik this is short, i just been so incredibly busy.

you had a horrible habit of biting. you dont remember how it started, you just started doing so. biting your finger, biting the sleeves of your hoodies. it became so bad that rafe took your straws away because they were all chewed up. you just had to have your mouth busy!

never had you once done it during sex though. he always had your mouth busy by then. either by his cock or his fingers, but today was different. you liked missionary, he loved it. he loved seeing your teary eys staring right back at him. but you started getting anxious, your mouth aching to be filled by anything.

“what the fuck-!” rafe yelped, halting his movements as you bite into his shoulder. you stare at him like a baby caught stealing a cookie. your teeth digging into the meat of his shoulder. strangely, he liked it. loved the pain mixed with pleasure. “fuck baby...”

—

you were knocked out. he went a good 3 rounds, you were rightfully drained. he stood up, gently tucking you in before walking into the restroom. he stared at his body, a faint smirk forming as raw bite marks filled his body. his shoulders, chest, stomach, neck. you marked him. branded him as yours.

and that was so hot to rafe. so hot that he was already hard, again. he retrieved to your side, gently burying his face between your thighs. “honeyyyy...” rafe purred, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs. licking the stickiness off your skin. “come on, wake up. i got more places i want you to mark.”

maybe your biting wasnt as bad as he thought.

[lacydear]

Ex!rafe finding out you’re going on a date with one of his golf buddies🤭

RAFE IN : ex-husband!rafe finding out you're going out with one of his golf buddies.

4:57 PM.

rafe loves golfing. its a break from everything, just him and the field, in the sun. usually he goes with topper and kelce. but surprisingly, they have a life. rafe does have a life, but said life has turned alot less eventful now with you both divorced. this made him have new golf buddies!

men who he can play with from time to time. "im talking to this single mom," one of the says, leaning on the golf cart as the men, including rafe, stand around to catch some shade. the man whistles, doing a squeezing gesture. "ass and tits. we're going out today." the other guys holler at him, like they're fucking teenagers about to fuck their first girl. rafe shakes his head, wiping sweat off his forehead.

the man pulls out his phone, showing off a picture of the mysterious woman. "damn, you hit the jackpot." one of the men said, smirking while staring at the picture. "go show rafe," the man with the phone turns the phone to rafe, showing him a picture of one of your pictures from your highlights from instagram. you're in a dress, one he bought you, posing both elegantly and seductively at the camera. rafe was not aware you posted that picture.

you must of hidden it from him.

so now he doesn't know if he's mad at one of his golf buddies going out with you or the fact that you hid him from your story. "really nice." rafe says with a tight smile, grabbing his phone before walking away. the group of men are too busy ogling at your pictures to care or notice he left.

5:30 PM.

he's banging at your door, his chest heaving erratically. he doesn't why he's that mad. he also doesn't know what he's doing in your front door. "rafe?" you say softly. almost innocently. you're putting an earring in your right ear as you open the door. you're all dolled up, and that enrages him even more. you're dolled up for another man.

"really? you're fucking dating?" he doesn't let you speak, barging into the house. he shuts the door closed behind him, even locking it. "what are you-" "you promised. we promised we would tell eachother before ever even thinking about dating." and he is right. you were the one that came up to that compromise. for the sake of ella's safety, or whatever. and totally not because you wanted to know who rafe was fucking around with.

"how- how do you know?" you mumble, looking down at the floor in embarrassment? shame? you dont know but you feel so bad. "you have a type, baby. you probably didnt know, but the guy you're fucking plays golf with me every sundays." rafe says in a condescending tone, backing you up against the wall.

"why didn't you tell me before?" you look up at him, hands pressing against his chest almost to appease him. it works, a bit. his voice softens, so does his eyes. "i would of told you." he mumbles, eyes falling to your cleavage. "i know im sorry. i just didn't want you to make a big deal out of it." you mumble, feeling tiny under his gaze. but in a good way? kinda.

his hands fall to your hips, bringing you closer. "that guy is an asshole, baby. you deserve better." he wants to bury his face into your neck, so bad. but he cant get too ahead of himself. more than he already is. you smile slightly, your cheeks heating up. you'll be lying if you said u didnt miss his attention, his affection. "i know a way in which you could spend time in. and you dont have to get all glammed up," his fingers bring your back zipper down slowly, eyes zeroing on yours.

and for a second the world stops. its just you and him again. like the way it used to be. so you do before you think and throw your arms around him, smashing your lips against his in a messy, passionate kiss. he picks you up swiftly, locking your legs around his waist, softly squeezing your plump ass and thighs before un-ceremoniously dropping you to the bed. "take it off baby, come on." rafe says gruffly, unbuckling his belt while watching you strip right infront of him.

he missed the view or your body, of your pretty eyes staring up at him so in such a needy way. frankly, you didnt know what you were doing. you told yourself that you wouldn't fall for the temptation of being with him again. but your body craves him so much. rafe smirks, noticing the way your legs tremble, revealing your dripping pussy.

as much as he wants to tease you, he also wants to claim you. to mae you not want to find pleasure in other men. so without wasting another second he's shoving his shorts and boxers off, getting ontop of you. he rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy folds, letting out a heavy huff. "rafe..." you whine, hands gripping his shoulders. "i know baby i know." he says, kissing your lips softly before propping his forearm over your head, resting his forehead against yours as he inserts his full length in you. his first thrusts are slow, making you moan out in pleasure.

but after a while he gets rough, snapping his hips against yours in such a force that the bed frame hits the wall in a loud bang. "rafe rafe!" you cry out, moaning loudly while clawing at his chest, his shirt now discarded on the floor.

6:27 PM

its the 2nd? 3rd round maybe? you dont know. but you're tired. your face is against the pillows, rafe still thrusting in you from behind while gripping your hips tightly. "fuck baby." he groans, rolling his head back while giving your ass a slap. he did get too ahead of himself. took advantage of your submission and fucked you for almost an hour. you come in no time, your pussy puffy and incredibly sensitive. he comes inside of you, not bother to ask anymore since he did come inside you the past rounds. he might have to buy you a pill.

or maybe he'll not remind you and make you have another kid of his. he shakes his head, pulling out of your hole, giving your back a tiny peck before laying down and bringing you into his arms. "that was so fucking good." he whispers, cupping your cheek. you look incredibly fucked up, your eyes beraly open yet you still lean against his touch.

you fall asleep in his arms in less than 5 minutes, drooling on his shoulder. he grabs your phone, unlocking it with your fingertip and opening you camera.

he posts it. in your account. its petty, territorial even. but he doesn't care. he has you, slow but surely he'll get you fully back. also that post makes sure that one guy back off of you. he cant wait for your reaction. rafe settles down your phone with a satisfied smile, burying his face in your hair before pressing a soft kiss against your ear. "i love you..."