#married rafe cameron

[cloudstrky]

he looks so gooood 🙇‍♀️

[drewsarms]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི I can not get these two out of my mind!!! & I hope you guys enjoy reading this little drabble as much as I did writing it!!

𐙚 dark!rafe x innocent, sweet, church bunny!reader

𐙚 warnings: use of the word “daddy”, use of the word “kid”, manipulation, slight corruption, slight dub con (if you squint), 18+ mdni

You’re such a sweet, little, innocent, virgin church bunny. At least that’s what everyone thinks. But little do they know that you have a little sinister thing for the big bad kook prince!

You always do everything your parents tell you. You were very well known and liked around the neighborhood. Always helping out and volunteering at the church. Babysitting and dog sitting here and there. Even baking treats for everyone.

But at the end of a long day that little skirt of yours is hiked up with your panties around your ankles, pretty feet dangling in the air as Rafe pounds into that sweet little cunt. You’re a slobbering,drooling mess. Spilling out “thank yous” into the big man’s ear. Taking him like a good little cock slut. You’ve never felt anything like this before and it shows. Your whole body feels so funny. So tingly and fuzzy and your head is spinning.

“Can’t get enough of this dick huh, angel? If anyone knew what you were doing over here. If anyone knew the sounds you make and how dumb you become around me you’d be shamed. Maybe I should make you my little kook princess. Make you wear a big shiny ring on that cute finger. Make you walk around swollen with my baby in you. Make you my perfect little housewife.” He leans down and chuckles in your ear sending shivers down your spine. Mhm you’d love that huh, kid? You’d love serving me. Never have to run and hide. Go around making up lies as to where you’ve been ever again. You won’t ever have to worry about a single thing. I can just have you wrapped around my finger, wrapped around my cock all day. You’d love that shit, you fucking slut.” All that manages to slip out of those pretty little lips of yours is “please daddy”. You want nothing more than to be a Cameron. To be Rafe’s.

taglist:

@nemesyaaa @shawtycoreee @littlelamy @erwinsvow @bunnyrafe @justafangirls-blog @drewstarkeys-world @drewspinkbunny

[nemesyaaa]

[normafuckingrockwell]

my two favourite white men<3

[brunettegirlwrites]

toxic exbf!rafe core

[drewstarkeysgf]

[alabamasuhn]

It's hard to hate Rafe in short hair. He's so hot.

[cloveswifey]

Happier

Pairings; Rafe!Dad x Fem!Reader x Amelia!Daughter

Warnings: Cuteness, Rafe being a good dad, fluffy

Type: Fluff

Words: 0.4k

Once y/n entered the room, Rafe looked up and smiled. "She's been fussy for a while now," he said softly. Y/n walked over to where Rafe was sitting and sat next to him. She watched as he continued to rock their daughter in his arms.

"Have you ever felt so much love for someone that it almost hurts?" Rafe asked y/n, looking down at Amelia. Y/n smiled. "Every day since she was born," she replied. Rafe leaned over and kissed her forehead, and then did the same to their daughter.

The first few months of parenthood were tough, but y/n and Rafe were getting the hang of it. They had their routine down, and Amelia was starting to sleep through the night. They were both exhausted, but they couldn't be happier.

One day, Rafe came home from work early. He had something special planned for y/n and Amelia. He had arranged for them to go on a little family vacation to a beach house, just the three of them. Y/n was surprised and excited. She had been feeling stressed lately, and this was just what she needed.

They arrived at the beach house and settled in. The first night there, after putting Amelia to bed, y/n and Rafe sat outside on the deck, watching the waves crash against the shore. They talked about their hopes and dreams for their little family, and how happy they were to have each other.

As they sat there, y/n realized that she had never been happier. She had a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, and a future full of possibility. Life was good.

Over the next few days, they spent their time playing on the beach, building sandcastles, and taking naps in the sun. It was the perfect little family vacation, and y/n knew that she would always cherish these memories.

As they packed up to leave, y/n looked at Rafe and smiled. "Thank you for this," she said. Rafe hugged her tightly. "Anything for my girls," he replied.

As they drove home, Amelia sleeping in the backseat, y/n felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She knew that life wouldn't always be easy, but as long as she had Rafe and Amelia by her side, she could handle anything that came her way.

[callisto00]

Four big guys-

[blckbrrybasket]

guysss 🙈 i’m losing my mind a bit

i was walking home from a lecture and passed by one of the buildings where a truck was sitting outside of it. the truck was running so i looked up to see if someone was in it and stg a guy who looked exactly like rafe was in the drivers seat.

sunglasses and hat combo too 😣

and he checked me out!? choosing to believe that’s rafe from another universe causeeee

[rafecameronzwhore]

kids marry fuck jj rafe and Nate jacobs

Kiss - nate

Marry - rafe (I can change him I promise)

Fck - jj

For the record I hate nate, I think he's the reason that Cassie and maddys friendship went down hill and not because of Cassie but because of him. Like who sleeps/dates there exs best friends.

[spinningintheshadows]

When your wife bullies you so this is your comeback

[dreamer-grl]

what if i said… they got the last laugh… like— FUCK RAFE HARD. Like lock him up in a prison /psych ward and don’t let him get out until he’s 50… BUT. DREW STARKEY?!?! Yea that’s 🤭 he’s another story,, ,

[lizcameron]

Damon Salvatore is husband for sure! 🥰 (we've never talked about him or tvd, but i'm so happy you know me well enough to give me my all-time fictional crush.)

Rafe is my one night stand. (sorry, true canon Rafe is not hubby material yet. he has a lot of growing and healing to do.)

Conrad is my bestie! (he just doesn't do it for me 🤷🏻‍♀️)

instead of fuck marry kill, there should be an ask game that’s “husband, one night stand, best friend” because that’s the actual tough call

[i-love-ptv]

Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Goin’ On ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣

Pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Soccer-mom!Wife!Reader

It’s not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if you’re not married to Rafe.

Wc: 1,596

Fluff, Protective Rafe making an appearance, kinda pushy guy (idk what to say)

An: I’ve really wanted to write a fic based on this song, and this idea randomly popped into my head so! Am I using the names I wanna name my kids? Yes, yes I am.

Not proofread tbh

Feedback always appreciated lovelies!! xx

“I’ll be back, ‘mkay doll?”

You hum in acknowledgement, eyes peering back at the field after looking up.

Your husband, Rafe leant down and places a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Yeahhh, Daddy’s gonna be back, baby.” Rafe coos at your two year old, who was sitting on your lap, babbling freely while peering at him with her big doe eyes.

Rafe walks off the bleachers; in search of the concession stand to buy food for the three of you.

You brush your hand over your young daughter’s head, making sure her somewhat oversized hat is still covering her head entirely. Her hand wraps around your index finger.

It was oddly humid today, if you continued moving, you’d break a slight sweat. You can't even imagine what your daughter -Stacy must be feeling, running around on the large grassy field under the beaming bright sun.

You were proud of your baby girl though, nonetheless. And so was Rafe, of course.

You shout loudly when you notice the game is about to start, bellowing out a “Go Stacy!”

Stacy’s eyes easily found yours, for you and Rafe would always sit in the same spot on the bleachers.

Her eyes were slightly wide due to your shout, despite you and Rafe always cheering for her during her games.

She’s motioning for you to ‘shh’, putting her fingers to her lips before getting into her position.

“Which one’s yours?” You hear to the left of you, the unknown voice makes you tear your eyes away from the field.

You smile shortly at the unfamiliar man next to you, “Number 22.”

You can’t help but notice how he’s rather scruffy looking, an odd contrast to your upkept husband with his neatly buzzed hair.

“Mine’s number 13.” He says, flashing his teeth at you.

You gasp and shoot up a little, making you look down at your daughter on your lap. “Valerie’s yours? Oh she’s just the sweetest!”

The man chuckles, looking deeply in your eyes. This makes your eyebrows raise, slightly in confusion, but mostly in discomfort.

He hadn’t done anything out of the norm, you’d randomly talk to the other moms around too, but something about him made you uncomfortable.

“My name's Brandon, and yours?”

You introduce yourself briefly, before turning back towards the game.

His eyes dart to your left hand, looking for a ring, for any indication that you belong to someone else. He smiles sharply when he finds your fingers bare. This goes unnoticed by you.

Little does he know, you do have your ring on, just around your neck.

Your biggest fear was your youngest accidentally pulling off your ring, resulting in you losing it. Or, even worse: it pokes her eye or something of that nature.

You suppose you could be considered a ‘Helicopter-mom’ at times, simply going to the extremes to make sure your kids are happy and healthy at every point in time.

Rafe is the exact same way, maybe even a little worse. But you knew he was just protective, he loves this life that he has with you, since he had no idea the two of you would’ve been together for so long.

You had started dating Rafe when you were 18 and he was 19. It was good for the first few months, disregarding the few arguments that you had. But then, you had caught Rafe doing cocaine.

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to shake the look on his face from your memory.

You weren’t supposed to be at the party, you said you were busy filling out college applications.

So when he was mid-line, and he saw you standing there all dolled up, watching him with glossy eyes, he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

You weren’t supposed to find out, he wanted to keep this away from you, to keep you close to him.

He promised that he would try and stay sober for you, but eventually he’d give in every time the opportunity was in front of him. This resulted in several arguments, and surprisingly, a break up.

But things are different now. You both are in your 30’s, you got married, and of course, had two beautiful babies together.

Rafe knew he’d be crazy to fuck things up now, when he has the perfect life right in front of him.

Speaking of which; you’re really starting to wonder what the hell is taking him so long just to get some goddamn hotdogs and drinks.

You’re bouncing your knee anxiously, which makes your daughter giggle. You wish she wasn’t finding this amusing, but you know she can’t help it.

“Well who’s this cute girl, huh?” The man coos, tickling your daughter’s side.

“Her name is Noelle.” You huff, your mood quickly

shifting to do this stranger touching your daughter.

He lets out another chuckle, you wish you never had to hear it again. “Sounds like you’re quoting Teenage Dirtbag to me.”

You give him a pointed look, you’re really getting sick of his pestering. “That’s where I got it from.”

Abruptly, the crowd starts cheering madly. You look around and see Stacy's team celebrating briefly; they had just scored a goal.

You cheer and clap, grabbing Noelle’s chubby hands and making her raise her arms wildly while giggling with her.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could-” Before Brandon could finish his sentence, none other than Rafe Cameron comes stomping up the bleachers, huffing and puffing angrily.

He sits down and sighs, “God, I’m sorry babe. The line was so long! I swear I’m going grey right now.”

“And I missed the goddamn play!” Rafe exclaims. He looks over at you and immediately goes quiet once he sees those wide baby eyes that look at him curiously.

“Da?” Noelle mutters, reaching her tiny hands towards Rafe’s larger ones.

“Yeah. Da’s here babygirl, do you want your food? Huh sweet girl?”

Rafe hands you your food, setting his food aside so he can put Noelle in his lap. He begins to split half his hotdog in pieces for her.

You glance to the left, you notice Brandon looking like a fish out of water.

Rafe is the CEO of one of, if not the biggest business company around. And Brandon had just borderline harassed his wife, who was holding his child.

Brandon sneers at the two of you in silence while the game continues, nearly boiling at the fact that he couldn’t have you.

Your head is laying on Rafe’s shoulders, you’re rubbing circles on Noelle’s shoulder as she settles down.

“Everything alright babe?” Rafe asks, trying to peer down at your face.

You untuck your necklace with your wedding ring from your shirt, fiddling with it. “Yeah, now that you’re here Ray.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a few seconds.

“…What does that mean?”

You hesitate to answer, but you do regardless, “Nothing! It’s just uh..That guy next to me, was kinda like hassling me I guess.”

This makes Rafe straighten his back.

“He do somethin’ to you doll?” Rafe questions in a whisper. You know you have about 30 seconds to try and calm him down before he’s banned from every soccer game left in the season.

“No, okay? I’m fine, it’s cool. I need you to calm down Ray.”

Rafe’s nose is flaring, “What about Ellie? Did he touch her?”

You feel your throat closing up, your heart is damn near pounding out of your chest.

You don’t say anything to Rafe, but that look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

You grab his bicep, trying to keep him grounded. Even though he’s changed, some parts of him haven’t.

Rafe speaks lowly in your ear, but not too much to frighten you in any way. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Don’t worry y’pretty little head about it.”

Rafe presses a firm kiss against your cheek, then presses a softer one to your lips.

After 30 more minutes, and 2 more goals, Stacy’s team wins.

You and Rafe cheer loudly, letting out “That’s our baby girl!”

You meet Stacy at the bottom of the bleachers, holding Noelle in your hand as the littlest claps her hands between Stacy’s face.

You’re too busy congratulating your daughter to notice Rafe pulling Brandon aside while his daughter, Valerie is off talking to her friends.

Rafe puts a firm hand on his shoulder, “Hey man.”

Brandon lets out a nervous laugh, “Hey there, Rafe Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, let’s keep this short. I better not see or hear you talking to my wife again, do you hear me? I don’t give a shit what happened.”

Rafe continues shortly, “And keep your fucking hands to yourself, if I find out you touched my either of my daughters again, I swear to God himself I’ll put you under.”

The two men are holding eye contact, one looks with confidence and borderline rage, while the other looks with fear.

Rafe walks down the bleachers, meeting you and your girls.

“You were amazing out there sweetheart!” Rafe smiles while pulling Stacy into a bear hug.

“Jesus dad, you’re crushing me!” Stacy laughs with a slight wheeze.

Rafe ruffles her hair and puts his arm around your neck.

“All good to go?”

You nod your head, and with that, the four of you begin to walk to Rafe’s parked car.

Rafe realizes that this isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on at a soccer game, or anywhere in fact. And this definitely won’t be the last.

Cause everybody’s in love with Stacy’s mom.

[tashiagalinda]

this would have worked on me i fear

when spoiledexgf!reader ponders on her relationship with rafe, it always come down to one thing. how on earth did they end up together in the first place? her scowl upon thinking of this would often soften into a reminiscent smile in realisation. it was his attitude that drew her in.

you remember where you were— at the county club, shock horror, and you were all alone. you weren’t in the mood to socialise that day, after one hundred things had already pissed you off you were simply there to pick up some lunch and head on home.

you frequented there, so you knew all the faces. even guys like rafe cameron, who would always stare or have something to say like you didn’t know all his tricks already. yes he was fine, but he was going to have to work a lot harder if he wanted to actually stand out.

you totter through the club in glittery sandals headed straight through to the bar where you could order your food and drink to go. you do so, and stay there whilst you wait for the order to be prepared. you’re actually lost in thought, tapping your nails on the plastic menu on the counter before you feel a big looming presence at your side.

rafe cameron leans on the counter top, already that smug little smile on his face. the one that made him look all smarmy and expensive. he’s nursing a whiskey in his hand despite the time being only along the lines of 4PM — and you move along slightly, clearing your throat. now he’s just blatantly staring at you.

rolling your eyes, you feel your lashes kiss your brows as you turn to face him. “can i help you?”

his mouth turns down in amusement as he holds his hands up defensively. “nah, just here to talk. is that… is that not okay?” he plays it off like a nice guy, but you know how fucking crazy he is. you’ve heard the tales. the future version of yourself bangs on the glass wall of the memory, begging you to just walk away.

you say nothing, turning to face the front once more. this doesn’t deter rafe from making conversation.

“y’know i uh, couldn’t help but notice how good you look today… i mean you always look fine as hell but today… mhm.” he hums, taking a sip of his whiskey and you feel him lean back just a little so he can eye you.

“thanks.” you state blankly, trying to ignore the way his special attention warmed your stomach ever so slightly. you wanted to slap yourself for being so pathetic.

“yeah… for sure.” he licks his lips before moving up alongside you to stand closer. “look, lemme get to know you, alright? i’ll take you out.” he offers.

“i have a man.” you blurt out, and it’s instantly met with a scoff that melts into a strained chuckle as he runs a hand down his face, shaking his head. oh? you blink at him. it wasn’t technically a lie. you were seeing someone, whether or not you’d call him your man was unimportant. “what?”

“nah, nothing.” he smirks, still clearly amused as the aftershock of his laugh still bubbles past his lips. “you got a man, huh? then uh, why are you here… ordering n’payin’ for your own shit?” he reaches down and gently plucks your hand off the counter, observing it. “and uh, why are your nails not done? yeah i’m not sure this guy knows what he’s doing ‘cause uh—”

you snatch your hand away, feeling your face heat as you huff. “its not your business.” you stare up at him, probably thinking you look real intimidating but those doe eyes only made you reflect the appearance of an angry little kitty-cat. you’re distracted, so when the country club worker returns with your food in its to go box, rafe maintains the eye contact with a lazy smirk, leaning over you to tap his card on the reader, paying for it.

“you’re welcome.” he states, before sliding your phone off the counter where you’d rested it and holding it out for you to take. “guess you owe me now huh? why don’t you go ahead and unlock your phone so i can put my number in there n’i’ll go ahead n’call it even. alright?” he raises his eyebrows, and you couldn’t believe it — but something about the way he was handling you made you wanna back down. submit like prey. you swallow, feeling that attitude disappearing little by little as you silently unlock your phone and hand it to him on the contact page.

he smiles, satisfied and nods before typing it in and handing it back. “text me. i’ll get you right.” he lets his lips curl up a little again, all pleased with himself as he finally steps out of your space — instantly striding off without a glance over his shoulder as he heads towards one of his friends that had just entered.

you couldn’t help your intrigue. but as the famous saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.