#protective rafe

[mariespen]

Apology ༊*·˚

Protective!Rafe x Fem!Reader ༊*· Summary: “Don’t need people seein’ what’s mine, a’ight?” Warnings: mild sexual implications

based on this request!

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You tapped around Tannyhill in your perfect little pink heels, trying to fix your hair before your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, decided that it was too far past the time to leave. He had offered to take you shopping today as a half apology for being home at 2am last night on ‘private business.’ You’re sure that you would get the other half of the apology tonight.

“Princess..” Rafe called, warning you of his incoming annoyance.

Admittedly, you were pushing it by delaying the trip by about 2 hours in the first place. You quickly put on a thin layer of tinted lipstick and covered it with a thicker layer of gloss. Looking in the mirror and making sure your hair was even across your shoulders, you finally gave in and decided to make your way downstairs.

Rafe made you feel like you were meeting him for prom whenever you walked down the arching staircase. He looked at you with his eyes wide, a proud smile on his face.

“Gorgeous as always.” He said with a smile, spinning you around and grinning when you giggled at the small gesture.

You planted a soft kiss to his neck, pulling back and realizing that you had left a mark from your glossy lips. Your eyes widened while you tried to stifle any laughter that could slip.

“Hm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a love-coated look of confusion.

“Sorry, Rafe..” You moved your hand to start to wipe the faint and glossy red lip stain from his neck.

Your actions clicked in his head and he grinned down at you, pulling your hand away and shrugging casually.

“S’okay.” He said, proudly wearing your lips on his neck and brushing hair from your face before walking away to grab his keys, leaving you with blush erupting across your cheeks.

The small, pink purse that held your most important shopping necessities (lip gloss, mascara, and your pink digital camera) was strung up on his shoulder. Rafe gestured for you to walk out of the door next to him, waiting patiently as you smiled and bit your lip.

“What’s all that for?” He asked with a cocky smile, watching your ass sway with you as you walked out of the door.

“Nothin’..” You said with a giggle, holding his hand as the two of you walked to the car. 

Taking you shopping at expensive designer stores was something that Rafe had always taken pride in doing. His Prada sunglasses sat perched on his nose while he had your arm linked with his, keeping you close to him. Rafe was never good at telling you how much you meant to him, so he figured he would try and show you by buying everything you could ever want. After all, his most prized possession was practically skipping next to him, giving him a smile that melted his entire heart.

Rafe was never bored, trying his best to take mental notes of everything that you touched with any interest at all. Watching his girl thrive with happiness because of the small things that he was doing for you made him smile right along with you.

Every time that you would buy something, you instantly started to carry it in the oversized bags. You still weren’t fully used to this luxurious treatment, even after two years, so through muscle memory you always held your own bags. “Here baby, let me.” Rafe would insist every time without missing a beat.

At the end of your trip, his arms were filled to the brim with different bags from every different shop that you strolled into.

“I can take some, Rafe.” You said with a giddy smile, feeling guilty that your only baggage was the pink purse that you had insisted on carrying yourself.

It took you by surprise when he glared at you, almost as a warning. You were confused, not realizing how much he was against you doing the things that he wanted to do for you. Putting everything in the back of his sports car, you helped yourself into the passenger seat and waited patiently as he got into the driver’s seat. Without any hesitation, his hand was resting on your thigh the moment he got in.

“Thank you, Rafe.” You said with a smile, kissing him and letting him deepen it, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as your head went to the hazy place it always did when he kissed you like that.

The drive home was always his favorite part, your excited and rushed voice as you tried to tell him about everything you had gotten all at once. He let out a breathy chuckle as you stuttered over your words, smiling bigger when you laughed with him. 

Back at Tannyhill, Rafe had pulled in all of the bags and lined them up in the corner of your shared room. Out of excitement, you started to film a quick haul of your favorite items for your friends. Leaning the camera on a windowsill and preparing everything was easy enough, but being able to actually film anything was the bigger obstacle.

Rafe stood to the side, moving into the frame whenever you turned around or even to the side with the intention to block out your ass. 

“Rafe!” You whined, a pout showing across your face.

He raised his eyebrows at you, cocking his head in a look of warning.

When you finally cut the video and watched the whole thing back, you realized it was no good in the first place. Most of the video was Rafe’s leg blocking any view that the camera could have of absolutely anything. You let out an angry sigh as he watched over your shoulder.

“M’sorry baby..” He said, trying to hide his smug smile as he hugged you from behind and breathed in the Chanel perfume on your neck, “Don’t need people seein’ what’s mine, a’ight?”

You rolled your eyes but it was hard to be mad at him when you already felt his lips on your shoulder. 

“I forgive you..” You said, pretending to be annoyed as he flipped you around gently and kissed you again, this time on the lips.

“No baby.. let me show you how sorry I really am.” Rafe said with a smile, deepening the kiss and letting his hand run down from your back to your ass.

You let Rafe take control, knowing that the second part of your apology was playing out perfectly.

(lmk if anyone wants a pt 2!)

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[starkeysbunny]

do you ever just ….

like put me in a headlock or something damn

[itneverendshere]

pogue reader getting sick but she can’t call out, but rafes fr mad at you about it

changed it a bit just bc i want to show reader's progress regarding her hyper-independence, they're already dating and past the "i love you" phase, i felt like some progress had to be made by this point, especially bc this is after their big fight in this. hope you enjoy <3

don't want less, don't want more - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

The ground under you feels unstable, moving under your feet like you’re standing on a seesaw that won’t settle. You blink a couple of times, hoping that’ll shake the haze taking over your vision, but it doesn’t do much. 

Overhead, the bar lights sear down at you, white-hot and merciless. The bass from the speakers drills into your skull. Every clink of glass and cackling laugh lands with the precision of a sledgehammer. You swallow hard, trying not to gag. Your throat’s raw, and your chest's cinched too tight to take a full breath, but you’re powering through it because you don’t have much of a choice.

"Whiskey sour, extra sour!" some preppy douchebag hollers from across the bar.

His voice is like nails on a chalkboard. You fake a smile and nod, reaching for the bottle, but your hands are shaky. You catch yourself on the edge of the bar before you can drop it.

This morning, getting out of bed was a battle, an entiral ordeal. You were burning up, skin flushed and drenched, head pounding so violently it made brushing your teeth feel like surviving a concussion.

Your voice was nearly gone.

You tried to call out. Croaked your way through a voicemail to Greg, told him you were wrecked. He didn’t pretend to care, only gave that classic grunt and said, “We’re short-staffed.” Like the entire operation hinged on you showing up to serve overpriced drinks to trust fund parasites.

So here you are.

You rub the back of your neck, trying to loosen up some of the tension building there, but it doesn’t help. Nothing does at this point.

"Hey!" The whiskey sour guy snaps his fingers inches from your face. "What’s the holdup? I said whiskey sour."

"Yeah," you rasp, holding your voice together as you pour.

Your vision swims as you set it down in front of him, and for a second, you think you might faint right here at the bar. That’d be something. Collapsing face-first into some douche’s cocktail. Greg would sigh, step around you, and ask if you were done being dramatic.

You lean against the bar for a second. Your stomach rolls, threatening to revolt, but you choke it back down. You can’t afford to be sick here, you’re already in trouble with your manager for barely making it on time.

You think back to the half-assed breakfast you tried to eat, if a single piece of dry toast even counts, and how your stomach rejected it like poison.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rafe coming in, and suddenly, you’re even more aware of how wrecked you are.

You straighten up without thinking, or at least try to. Your spine's doing its best, but your legs are rubber. You’re suddenly hyperaware of how awful you must look—washed out, glassy-eyed. You know he still struggles with how independent you are sometimes. You’ve always been the get-it-done-yourself type, and somewhere in his brain, that translates to doesn’t need me.

Today, though, you need him more than ever, but you couldn’t bring yourself to call for help. You immediately know it’s gonna be a thing.

His eyes lock onto you from across the bar, and even through the fog in your head, you can see that look on his face. He’s pissed. Of course, he’s pissed. His jaw’s clenched like he’s biting back whatever rant he’s about to drop on you, and you can already feel the tension creeping up your neck.

Great, as if you didn’t feel bad enough already.

You try to stand a little straighter, look a little less like you're one second from collapsing, but your legs are jelly, and the room’s still spinning like you’re on some messed-up carnival ride.

You don’t want him to see how bad you’re hurting right now. But today? You’re too out of it to even try and explain.

He strides up to the bar, looking sharp, as usual. Meanwhile, you probably look like death warmed over. His eyes are scanning you, taking in the pale face, the way you’re gripping the edge of the bar.

You see his lips tighten, and yeah, he’s definitely about to lay into you. You try to look alive, less like you're seconds from faceplanting into the floor. But the room won’t stop rocking, and your knees don’t seem interested in cooperation.

“You didn’t call,” he says, definitely annoyed. He leans in, trying to keep this between just the two of you, but with how loud the bar is, it still feels like a confrontation.

“I’m good,” you lie, tossing out a smile that feels more like a twitch.

Rafe’s eyes narrow, not buying it. “Why didn’t you call me?”

Guilt burns its way up your throat.

“I’ve got it,” you say, quieter now. Even you don’t sound convinced.

He crosses his arms and looks at you like you’re something delicate and infuriating all at once. “You’ve got it? Baby, you look like you’re about to hit the floor.”

You exhale, shaky, trying not to cough. That might break the illusion entirely.

"I’m fine," you repeat, but even you know it sounds pathetic at this point. Your head feels like it's full of cotton, you’re not sure if you’ll make it through the next few minutes, let alone your entire shift.

But pride’s a bitch.

Rafe’s posture is stiff, jaw locked, gaze pinned to you like he's waiting for the truth to slip out whether you say it or not. He’s not raising his voice. His his eyes keep flicking over your face, his fingers are tapping against his arm, holding himself back from just scooping you up and carrying you out of here.

"I heard from Topper," he finally says, like he’s been holding that card in his back pocket.

You blink, mind foggy, trying to piece together what he’s getting at.

"He saw you at the club earlier, said you didn’t look right."

Great.

Freaking Topper. Of course, idiot couldn’t mind his own business. Probably spotted you from across the course, smug in some overpriced polo, and sent a little report straight to Rafe like it was his civic duty.

Your boyfriend's still watching you, waiting for a reaction, something you don’t have the energy to give.

You open your mouth, trying to come up with an excuse, some way to brush it off, all you manage is a weak, "I was fine then."

He arches a brow. “Yeah? 'Cause Top said you looked ready to puke on the ninth hole.”

"Yeah? 'Cause Top said you looked like you were about to hurl on the 9th hole." He’s trying to keep his voice low, but you can tell he’s annoyed. Not at Topper, not even really at you—just at the whole situation.

You think about arguing, spinning an excuse, but you’re too wiped. “Greg wouldn’t let me call out.”

He tilts his head, like he didn’t hear you right. “Come again?”

“He said they were short-staffed,” you mutter. “Told me to come in anyway.”

Rafe’s mouth flattens. His fingers uncurl from his arms, hands flexing at his sides , deciding whether to punch a wall or keep breathing.

“You serious?”

“Dead-serious.”

Rafe’s jaw clenches so tight you think you hear his teeth grind. He runs a hand through his hair like he’s trying to calm himself down before he says something he’ll regret. But you know him—he’s never been great at holding back when he’s pissed.

“You’re telling me you tried to call out sick,” he says slowly, “and he made you show up anyway? You should’ve called me. I would’ve come down here, I would’ve—”

“I know.” You cut him off because you do know.

That answer doesn’t make it better.

He would’ve dropped everything and come running, that’s why you didn’t call. You don't want to be the a burden again.

Rafe leans against the bar, his whole body radiating this intensity that makes you feel both comforted and nervous.

“You’re sick as hell, and that asshole wouldn’t let you stay home?”

You wince. He’s drawing attention now, people at the bar starting to glance over. You hate seeing him like this, but you don’t have the energy to smooth things over.

“Rafe—please—”

“No, fuck that.” His tone cuts through the whole bar. “You’re sick, and he doesn’t give a fuck.”

You glance toward the back. Of course Greg’s coming out now, clipboard in hand, scowl already in place.

Rafe spots him immediately—and any restraint left in him evaporates.

“Greg!” he barks.

You glance toward the back, hoping Greg’s still in the office and not witnessing this meltdown. The last thing you need right now is more heat from him. But of course, your luck sucks, because just as Rafe’s ramping up, Greg strides out from the back, clipboard in hand, that same stupid scowl on his face like he’s already annoyed at everything.

Greg stops dead in his tracks, his eyes flicking to Rafe and then back to you. He knows.

“Yeah, Rafe?” Greg’s voice is weak. Rafe’s family literally owns half the island—Greg’s just some middle manager with too much attitude.

Your boyfriend steps forward, closing the space between them.

“You made her come in today?” His voice is calm, but it’s that scary-calm that’s worse than yelling. 

Greg opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is this pathetic mumble. “We… we were short-staffed.”

Rafe raises a brow, his lips pulling into this cold, humorless smile.

“Short-staffed?” He glances at you, and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You didn’t want this to turn into a scene, but here you are. “You see how she looks right now? You made her come in like this?”

Greg’s eyes flick back and forth between you and Rafe, and you can see the panic starting to set in. He’s sweating now, realizing that this power trip he’s on is about to bite him in the ass.

“She didn’t… uh… say she couldn’t work…”

“She told you she was sick,” Rafe snaps. “You’re the manager, right? Thought that meant taking care of your staff. Guess I was wrong.”

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, knowing any move he makes right now could get him fired. Hell, maybe even blacklisted from every job on the island. The Cameron’s have that kind of pull.

“I-I didn’t realize how bad it was,” Greg stammers, but even he doesn’t sound convinced.

Rafe takes another step forward, towering over Greg now. “You didn’t realize?” He laughs, but there’s no warmth in it. “Look at her, man. How could you not realize?”

You wince as the room seems to get quieter, everyone watching the power struggle unfold. You’d rather be anywhere but here.

Greg takes a step back, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. 

“I-I was just trying to keep things running. We… we were slammed.”

Rafe’s smile drops.

“You think that’s a good enough reason to put my girlfriend’s health at risk?”

Greg looks like he’s about to pass out himself at this point.

“No… no, I—I didn’t mean…”

“Here’s the deal, Greg,” Rafe pats his shoulder, making him wince in the process. “You’re gonna back off. Let her finish this shift if she wants. If she doesn’t? She’s out, no questions asked. And next time, when she says she’s sick, you listen.”

Greg nods so fast it’s like his head’s on a swivel. “Of course, of course, Rafe. I didn’t mean any disrespect. I just—”

“Good,” Rafe interrupts, already turning away, done with the conversation. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Your manager stands there, wide-eyed and frozen, too scared to even argue. He blurts some half-hearted apology, even though you're already following Rafe.

You look up at him, still in shock at how quickly Greg folded.

“You really didn’t need to do that.”

He shrugs.

“Yeah, I did,” he says, his tone softening now that it’s just the two of you. “I’m not gonna let some nobody push you around like that.”

You sigh, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. “You know he’s probably gonna hate me even more now.”

Rafe smirks, that’s the least of his concerns. “Who cares? He won’t say a fuckin’ thing. Trust me.”

“Everyone’s going to say a thing, baby. They’re gonna think I have some kind of privilege because I’m dating you.”

Rafe’s smirk softens. He lowers his voice so only you can hear him over the dull roar of the bar.

“Let them think whatever they want,” he coos, hand brushing against yours. “You’ve been busting your ass here long before I ever stepped in. Nobody can take that from you.”

You bite your lip, feeling everyone’s eyes on you, judgment and curiosity. He’s right in a way—you’ve been working extra hard.

But still, it’s hard to ignore the feeling that everyone’s going to assume you’ve got some special treatment just because of Rafe’s name.

“It’s not about that,” you murmur, “I—I don’t want people thinking I can’t stand on my own. I don’t want to be the girl who hides behind her boyfriend’s power."

"This wasn’t about power, baby. This was about someone treating you like you didn’t matter. And I’m not letting anyone—anyone—do that to you.”

He’s not wrong.

Greg didn’t give a fuck about how sick you were, only about keeping the bar running, you were replaceable to him. You hate that Rafe is right, how much you needed him to step in. You swallow hard, the tightness in your chest easing slightly, though your body still feels like it’s been run over by a truck.

“And you’re not working anymore today, or the next week for that matter. You’re gonna get your ass in my car and we’re going to the doctor.”

You nod, knowing there’s no arguing with Rafe when he’s like this, but part of you feels guilty, not for needing help exactly, but for not being able to handle it, or setting boundaries in your workplace.

Rafe’s watching you closely, waiting for you to argue, but you don’t.

The adrenaline from the confrontation with Greg is wearing off, and now all you feel is this bone-deep exhaustion.

“I’m not going to a doctor,” you say, even though you know you probably should. “Just home. I need to sleep.”

He narrows his eyes, trying to read between the lines of what you’re saying. “Fine. But if you’re not better by tomorrow, I’m dragging you to urgent care. No arguments.”

You give him a weak smile, showing you appreciate it even though you feel like crap.

“Deal.”

Without another word, he moves around the bar, ignoring Greg’s gawking and the way everyone’s still sneaking peeks at you two. He gently takes the towel out of your hand, sets it on the counter, and slips an arm around your waist.

It’s the first time you’ve felt stable all day.

“I don’t think I can afford an appointment.”

He looks at you like you’ve just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Not worried about the money.”

You try to shake your head, but the movement makes you dizzy, and you stop.

"I just don’t want to be that person, you know? Relying on you for everything."

He gives you a side glance.

"Baby, you’re not relying on me for everything. You’re literally sick, and I’m not about to let you tough it out just because you’re too stubborn to ask for help. We’ve talked about this a million times.”

"I guess," you mumble, letting your head rest against his shoulder as you walk towards the door.

"Let me take care of you for once."

Rafe keeps you close, leading you toward his car. Your legs are weak, the fever still simmering under your skin, but his body warmth keeps you upright.

"Thanks," you whisper, even though it feels weird to say. You’re not used to thanking people for basic care.

He pauses, opening the passenger door for you.

"You don’t gotta thank me, okay? I’m just doing what anyone who loves you would do."

Your heart skips at that.

“I love you too, sorry for being a pain in your ass.”

Rafe chuckles as he helps you into the car, leaning down to make sure you’re settled as he bends down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You're always a pain in my ass," he murmurs against your skin, grinning as he pulls back. "But you’re my pain in the ass, and that’s what matters."

You roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips despite how shitty you feel. It all takes a backseat, at least for a moment. 

Knowing Rafe’s always got your back makes it a little easier to breathe.

[rafeyssugar]

baby girl

rafe treats y/n like she’s made of glass. like she’s something soft, delicate—something his.

and she lets him. because how could she not? when he’s always looking at her like that? when his touch is always so gentle?

like now—when she pouts at him from the passenger seat, arms crossed, lips pursed in that way that makes him weak.

“what?” he asks, fighting back a smirk, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.

“you didn’t let me carry the bags.”

rafe exhales, shaking his head. “because you don’t need to. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you carry heavy shit, huh?”

y/n huffs, turning to the window. “they weren’t even that heavy.”

and that’s when he knows—she’s just being a brat.

so he leans over at a red light, pressing a kiss to her temple. “my sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips dragging down to her jaw. “so spoiled, huh?”

she mumbles something under her breath, but he catches it—“not spoiled.”

he just grins. “nah, you are, angel. i made you that way.”

because he does spoil her. carries her bags, opens her doors, pulls her into his lap just because. worships her. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

so when they get home, and she starts trying to grab the shopping bags again, he just tuts, plucking them right out of her hands.

“what did i say, baby?”

she pouts up at him. “but—”

rafe just shakes his head, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “no buts. let me take care of you.”

she lets out a dramatic sigh but doesn’t argue, instead watching as he carries all the bags inside like it’s nothing.

“you know,” she says, plopping onto the couch, stretching like a cat, “i could have helped.”

rafe raises a brow, setting the bags down before making his way over to her. “oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

he hums, settling beside her, pulling her into his lap with ease. “but you like when i baby you, huh?”

she rolls her eyes, but he sees the way her lips twitch, how she doesn’t move away when he starts pressing slow, lazy kisses to her neck.

“admit it,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “you like being my spoiled little baby girl.”

she exhales, tilting her head slightly as he keeps kissing, hands gripping at his shirt.

“maybe.”

rafe chuckles, pulling back to look at her. “yeah?”

she shrugs, playing with the collar of his shirt, but when she finally looks up, she’s got that look in her eyes—the one that makes him weak. the one that tells him she’s just as obsessed with him as he is with her.

so he kisses her—slow, deep, like he’s got all the time in the world.

when they finally pull apart, he brushes a thumb over her cheek, voice soft. “good girl.”

-

now she’s curled up in his lap, fingers lazily playing with the chain around his neck, lips slightly swollen from how he’d kissed her stupid just moments ago.

and he can’t help himself.

his hands roam—slow, lazy, like he’s got nowhere else to be. one hand resting on the small of her back, the other tracing patterns along her bare thigh, dipping beneath the hem of her shorts.

“you tired, baby?” he murmurs, voice soft, knowing.

y/n hums, blinking up at him, looking dazed, floaty. “a little.”

he smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “you wanna nap?”

she makes a noise, nuzzling closer, pressing her face into his neck. “mmm. just wanna sit here.”

and his heart melts.

because she’s never really said it, but he knows—knows she feels safest when she’s with him, tucked against him like this, wrapped up in his warmth.

so he just hums, rubbing slow circles into her back. “yeah? my lap comfy, huh?”

she nods, sighing contentedly. “mhm. best seat in the house.”

rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “yeah, ‘cause it’s your seat, angel.”

she doesn’t respond, but the way she sighs again, soft and sweet, is enough.

he keeps holding her, fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes against her skin, lips pressing light, fleeting kisses to her temple, her forehead, her jaw.

and when he feels her breathing even out, feels her relax completely in his arms, he knows she’s drifted off.

he smiles to himself, tightening his hold just a little, letting his head rest against the couch.

yeah, he thinks, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. he could hold her like this forever.

-

rafe doesn’t move—not even an inch. not when his leg starts going numb, not when his arm starts to tingle. because y/n is asleep, all warm and tucked against him, and he’d rather die than wake her up.

his baby girl—soft, sweet, always pressed up against him like she belongs there. (she does.)

he’s careful as he shifts just slightly, just enough to cup the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. she stirs a little, sighing in her sleep, pressing closer.

rafe just smiles, running a thumb over her cheek. she looks so peaceful like this, face smushed against his chest, lips parted, lashes fluttering faintly.

he has to kiss her.

so he does—just a light press of his lips to her forehead, lingering for a second before pulling away.

but she feels it.

she exhales softly, shifting in his lap, stretching like a cat before blinking up at him, still sleepy, still floaty.

“…how long was i out?” her voice is quiet, groggy.

rafe grins, brushing some hair from her face. “’bout an hour.”

her brows furrow slightly. “you let me sleep that long?”

“‘course i did, angel.” his fingers move down, tracing the side of her neck, his voice dropping slightly. “you looked too pretty to wake up.”

her lips part slightly, and rafe knows he’s got her.

he smirks, dragging his hand down her arm, slow, teasing. “feel good?”

y/n nods, still dazed, blinking at him like she’s not sure if she’s awake or still dreaming.

rafe hums, tilting his head. “yeah? what feels good, baby?”

she exhales. “you.”

and he’s done for.

he cups her face, tilting it up as he leans in, lips brushing hers—soft, teasing. “yeah?”

“mhm.” her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt weakly, like she’s trying to pull him closer, but he’s already as close as he can be.

“wanna kiss?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.

she nods again, breath hitching slightly. “please.”

rafe grins before finally—finally—closing the distance, kissing her soft and slow, like he’s got all the time in the world.

because he does. because he’s not going anywhere.

when they finally pull apart, she exhales, nuzzling into him, hands still fisted in his shirt.

rafe just chuckles, running a hand down her back. his baby girl.

more daddy!rafe

y/n trying to smoke

love bites

teaching y/n how to kiss

[rafessecret]

⋆˚࿔ bambi¡ reader && protective¡rafe cameron

HOW THEY MET . . .

You were just being girly. pink razors, strawberry lip balm, a new bottle of conditioner with glittery packaging. all stacked in a wobbly little tower in your arms as you stood in line at the base-town drugstore. Everything about you was sweet—from the gloss on your lips to the bend in your wrist as you clutched your basket, overloaded with softness. He stood behind you in line. quiet. big.

boots heavy. biceps flexed under a black t-shirt. camo jacket tied around his waist. You felt his presence before you saw him – a kind of pressure in the air. like thunder coming. like the sound of a cocked gun in the distance. dog tags. a ski mask pulled halfway up, sitting like a habit. He looked tired. sun-drained and sharp. gorgeous in a way that made your mouth go dry. the kind of pretty that wasn’t polished, just brutal. a jaw that could crack concrete. lashes thick. eyes unreadable.

You were flipping through a gossip magazine while waiting in line, so deep in your head you didn’t register the weight of him behind you. Until the cashier beeped the last item, and you reached for your purse only to hear the man behind you rumble, ❝Put hers on mine.❞ Your head snapped up. He didn’t look at you. Not at first.

Big hands. A black shirt stretched across wide shoulders. Camouflage pants that didn’t look performative but lived-in. Boots that had been through something. Dog tags clinked when he shifted. One hand on his hip, the other resting loose at his side like a weapon holstered, like his fingers could flex into a kill. He looked like he hadn’t spoken to a girl in weeks. Months, maybe. His jaw was shadowed in stubble, skin tanned like desert sun had kissed it too long. A faint scar over one brow. And his eyes—sharp, pale, almost startling in contrast to how warm the rest of him looked. They were locked on you now. Studying. Stern. His voice was gravel. worn down at the edges. But when your eyes met, something in his softened. barely. just enough to make your breath hitch. a flicker of amusement behind all that war-thick exhaustion. You stood frozen. razors, lip balm. his presence like gravity.

You blinked. ❝Um. You don’t have to—❞ ❝Didn’t ask if I had to.❞ He paid cash. Tossed a few crumpled bills on the counter. You stood there holding your little bag, warm with candy and gloss, and stared like you couldn’t place this moment in reality. His voice was gravel. worn down at the edges. But when your eyes met, something in his softened. barely. just enough to make your breath hitch. a flicker of amusement behind all that war-thick exhaustion. You stood frozen. razors, lip balm. his presence like gravity.

❝Your basket looked important.❞ You blinked again. Looked down at your haul. Pink. Pink. Pink. Something glittery. ❝It’s literally lip balm and razors,❞ you giggled, cheeks warm. ❝Yeah. Looked important." ❝Th-thank you,❞ you said, lips parting. He didn’t leave after that. Carried your little red basket like it was heavy artillery. Walked beside you through the parking lot, long strides slowed to match yours. You tried to fill the silence, your voice fluttery, a little embarrassed.

❝You don’t have to carry it, really.❞ ❝Mm.❞ He didn’t put it down. Just unlocked your car for you like he’d done it a hundred times. Stowed your bag gently in the passenger seat. He stepped back, then tugged something from his back pocket. It was a folded scrap of matte paper. Dark ink. Rough corners. He didn’t ask for your number. Instead, he tucked it into the waistband of your jeans, right at the dip of your hip. His fingers barely brushed skin. But it sizzled anyway.

❝If you ever want to write to me.❞ You stared up at him. ❝You’re—❞ ❝On leave. Not for long. But I write back fast.❞ He said it like a promise. Not desperate. Not cocky. Just sure. And then he walked off, all broad shoulders and boot-heavy steps. Disappeared like he was made of smoke. You got into your car dazed, seatbelt half-done, heart clattering. When you unfolded the paper, it was an address. APO. A real one. With a line scratched underneath: ❝If you’re as sweet on paper as you are in person, I’ll read every word twice.❞

He just knew he’d found something worth coming home for.

You wrote to him that night.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : heyy!! idk if this is any good tbh, i’ve changed it a million times and it’s kinda messy but maybe they’re still kinda cute?

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @folksriddle

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[torturedtypewritersdept]

the fire in his eyes - r.c.

↳PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

↳SUMMARY:jj maybank had done a lot of stupid shit in his life but threatening to kill you was at the top of the list.

↳ WARNINGS: mature themes, mentions of anxiety, gunshots, gun use, major character death (implied - doesn't happen), gun violence, violence, protective!rafe, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blogs @illicitfixations, @lovelornanonymity. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

At the Boneyard, Kooks didn't have rich parents watching over their every move, and pogues got to party without the police shutting them down. They didn't have parents to bribe the law enforcement like the rich kids did, after all. It was a win-win situation. You and Sarah kept it a tight-lipped secret, but parties at the Boneyard had always been their favorites. As you climbed out of Sarah's black Volvo, you two shared a conspiratorial look, matching grins on your faces. Rafe put his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him and leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You heard a whistle from the crowd, and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You could feel the eyes of other partygoers on them as you all walked in, clinging to your every move. Topper grabbed a cooler of beers he’d brought with you guys, and cheers echoed from your onlookers.

"Rafe, mind if I borrow your girl?" Sarah's voice was syrupy-sweet, and Rafe shot her a glare, but relinquished his hold on you. 

Without giving you a moment's notice, Sarah grabbed your hand eagerly, snatching you away.

When you next glanced at your boyfriend, he'd busied himself with Topper and the beers. Predictable.

"Look at this, Y/N.” Sarah said, out of breath as you two stopped running. 

Above you towered a red buoy, the kind designed to ward off the big trawlers and cargo ships when they came a little too close to shore.

“You can see it all from up here.”

You heard footsteps, and glanced over her shoulder, seeing Topper advancing towards you two.

"Your bitch is here.” You teased, and Sarah glanced over her shoulder.

"Shut up."

"Sarah! Be careful!" Topper hurried over, worry plain in his voice, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'Il leave you to it.” You called out, and Sarah smiled down at you, waving her goodbye.

You crossed your arms around yourself, looking at the scene around you. There were people

everywhere, Pogues and Kooks in distinct groups,

miniature versions of the Cut and Figure Eight.

"Looking hot as always, princess.” A voice whistles from the side. 

You turn your head, seeing JJ trailing his eyes up and down your figure. You roll your eyes, flipping him off with a fake sweet smile, then walking away.

You made your way to your friends - Rafe’s arms calling your name. You belonged in them like the wind in a hurricane, one just simply couldn’t be without the other. 

The journey across the beach and into the arms of the boy you loved was long and grueling, your feet felt like lead as they drug against the cool of the sand. The promise of Rafe’s touch was enough to make you keep going as your eyes raked over his form at a distance. 

He was laughing with his friends, a yellow shirt gripping his biceps and pink board shorts wrapped around his thighs. His feet were exposed against the sand and a baseball cap sat backwards in his head. You came up from behind him, wrapping your small arms around his middle, trailing your fingers up around his pectoral muscles. 

“Can I buy you a drink, handsome?” You whispered into his shoulder, not tall enough to reach his ear. You felt his muscles relax against your touch. 

“I’m pretty sure the booze is free, we’re at a kegger. Plus, I don’t think my girl would like that very much.” He replied with a smile, turning around to bring you into his chest. “Hey, pretty girl. Missed you.”

Suddenly, Rafe's grip on your waist tightens a bit and a scoff slips from his mouth. It's not long before you notice what forced the change in his

demeanor. Two Pogues, JJ and you couldn't quite remember the other boy’s name, but you recognized him as a friend of Kiara’s. 

"Just walk, don't look at them.” You hear the unknown boy whisper to JJ and it almost brings a smile to your face.

"How do you walk past Kooks and not look at them in all their fucking glory?” The sarcasm seeped from JJ’s lips, purposely making his voice loud enough for you all to hear.

"Hey, princess. When you get bored of this polo wearing asshole..." his words directed toward you as his holds his hand up to his ear with the phone gesture, "call me," he mouths. 

His friend immediately pulled JJ further in the opposite direction before Rafe could so much as

even think to put his hands on him.

"Don't.” You place your hand on Rafe's chest, as he noticeably gets angry. He just glances down at you in confusion. "His time will come.” You reassure your boyfriend, your smile almost as menacing as the one now on Rafe's face. 

He simply nodded along to your words, letting his grip on your waist finally lighten up a bit.

You and Sarah were growing bored as your boys were talking about perfecting their swings for what felt like hours upon hours and you two were looking for any excuse to retreat back to the keg. 

“Sarah and I are going to get another drink. You guys want anything?" You ask, backing away toward the keg already. 

“Nah, I’m good.” Kelce replies, Topper and Rafe agreeing all too intrigued with their conversation about that God forsaken sport. 

You just shake your head and the two of you start walking towards the keg. Your walk was pretty peaceful, but of course that couldn't last for long. You watched as JJ walked in your direction.

"Y/N L/N." Your full name rolled off his tongue,

albeit a little slurred.

"Hi?" Your voice was questioning, and you could only hope you got across your utter confusion as to what he was doing standing in front of you. 

He raised his eyebrows at you, and held out his cup to you silently. Your eyes darted downwards and back up to him again, looking at the murky liquid dubiously. As far as you were concerned, he could've been poisoning you.

"No, thanks."

"Don't you trust me?"

You let the words hang. You knew he knew the answer to that question. JJ waved the cup in front of your face once again, jolting you back to the present.

"Lighten up, princess.” 

You chuckled lowly, though the laugh had no real humour behind it. “Fuck off, Pogue.” 

You met his eyes again, and the corner of his lip quirked up ever so slightly. He looked almost a little stunned. 

"Where'd you learn to swear, princess? The country club?"

"Where'd you learn to swear? Jail?" You bit back, and JJ grinned.

"Juvie, dumbass.” He replied, eyebrows raised. "C'mon. One sip."

“I believe the lady said no, Maybank.” You heard your boyfriend’s merciless voice cut off the intense tension that you and JJ were now sharing. 

"Rafe! Buddy! How are you?"

The taste of beer in the back of your throat turned rancid. This was not going to end well. The muscles in Rafe’s jaw were tensed, sharp lines against the contours of his skin.

"What, is it not fancy enough for you?" JJ kept being persistent. 

"No. We were just leaving."

"Hey, you know what? I'll take it." Topper interrupts JJ, and you start to fear what might happen. 

"Thank you, man. I appreciate it."

"That's nice, but I didn't ask you. If you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn't."

"Oh, pretty please."

"Yeah. Sarah? How about you?” JJ tried to give her the cup.

"Pretty please?"

"You can have it." JJ insists on giving Sarah the cup.

"She doesn't want it, you-" Topper just spills the drink into JJ's face. 

JJ hits Topper, while John B and Sarah attempt to separate them.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper screams and John B loses it and hits him.

"Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?" 

People around you scream "Fight! Fight! Fight!" like this is some kind of joke.

The guys continue, and it seems like there are only three sane people in the middle of this, trying to stop it: you, Sarah and Kiara.

Things are getting pretty violent. Topper is holding John B's head, and he's slowly drowning him. Everyone around us is either inciting it or screaming, trying to end it. That's too much for you to watch, so you hide inside Rafe's arms and he pulls you closer.

Out of nowhere, someone screams, "He's got a gun" and you turn to see JJ with a gun pointed at Top's head.

"JJ, stop! Put the gun down!" Sarah screams desperately.

"Did you say something, princess?" He holds his position.

"JJ, what the fuck? Do you know what you are doing? Calm down, please."

"Oh, does princess number two want to join the ‘save the asshole’ party?" 

Your breath hitched in your throat as the cool metal met your temple – you had never been a fan of guns – but you wished that you knew how to use one or atleast how to defend yourself against someone with one as JJ Maybank bore the side of the pistol in his hand into your skull like his life depended on it. Your eyes met Rafe’s and you noted the panic that ran through them, though you knew no one else would and you thanked God for that, because if they had you were sure you would die on this beach, leaving Rafe to cradle what was left of your lifeless body. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion and you could barely hear Rafe’s words or the words of the pogues as they stood by, begging JJ to put the gun down. 

"You better get the gun away from her or I swear to God, your friends will be burying you tonight.” Rafe breathes, almost too calmly. “You know who has more power between us. I can make your life a living hell more than it is now.” 

Everyone knows that's true, even JJ himself. Yet, he didn’t seem to care about that at the moment, all he cared about was getting even with Rafe Cameron, the kook king himself and that’s what he thought he was doing when he pulled the trigger sending a harsh air into the side of your temple. You dropped to the sand and Rafe’s heart stopped for a split second as he raced over to your form. He gripped your cheeks, looking over your face, begging you to say anything as he searched for any source of blood, any place that a bullet would have entered your body. 

“Baby – Baby – talk to me, please!” 

You were dazed, your mind reeling. You wondered if you had been shot, if this was it for you, if you were dying – is this what dying felt like? You couldn’t make your mouth form words and your ears rang. Rafe shook you once again, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Sweet girl, what hurts? Are you hurt?!” 

You could only shake your head no as he looked over you and once he received confirmation that you were okay, he ordered Kelce to watch over you as he made his way over to where JJ stood. JJ looked in Rafe’s direction, knowing he had fucked up, knowing he was about to take the beating of his life. Rafe stalked towards him, anger pulsating through every vein in his body in a way that it never had. Pogues had always pissed him off or been a nuisance to him, but this – this was life or death – this was you and he couldn’t stand by and let these fuckers think they could get away with that. JJ shrunk into himself, thinking about making a break for it and Topper must’ve noticed, because he got to him before Rafe did, jerking him up by the collar of his shirt and snickering. 

“Listen, bud, accept your fate now – Rafe’s gonna kill you.” 

He chuckled and JJ’s fear made itself known as he tried to squirm out of Topper’s grasp. And just as he did, ready to make a break for it and leave his friends to fend for themselves, Rafe stepped in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. 

“And, uh – just where do you think you’re going?” 

He growled. 

“Listen man –” 

JJ was cut off by Rafe’s forehead connecting with his nose, knocking him back abruptly. 

“No, see –, listening after you pull a gun on my girl? That doesn’t work for me.” 

His voice was sinister, yet cool and calm and ready – ready to kill his first pogue. Rafe shoved JJ back even further, his head connecting with the sand. Rafe’s only thought in that moment elicited a snicker from him as he thought about his tiny pogue brain shaking around in his head at the impact. He thought about it again as he ripped the gun from JJ’s grasp and knocked it against his nose, the crunch of his bones could be heard across the beach and Rafe let out a laugh. 

“If you think that hurts, you’re not gonna survive what comes next.” 

Topper snickered, bringing a beer to Rafe’s attention, handing it to him. Rafe’s demented and angry state gave him an idea and before he could even think he spit into the long-neck beer bottle, swishing the remaining liquid around and passing it back to Topper who spit in it as well and handed it back to Rafe. 

“Maybank, you uh–, you thirsty? I got something for you.” 

Rafe laughed menacingly, turning back to the crowd that had gathered around them on the beach before kneeling over JJ while Topper held down his shoulders against the sand and Rafe poured the tainted liquid down his throat. JJ kicked and attempted to scream, but his yells were muffled against the cool liquid as he fought against it. 

“Don’t fight it, princess.” 

Topper snickered, his grip on JJ’s shoulder’s tightening to prevent him from squirming away from Rafe. 

“Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” 

John B yelled, emerging from the crowd. 

“Trust me, JB, I’m not even close to killing him yet and when I am it’ll be justified. He almost took my world away from me, killing him wouldn’t be enough.” 

Rafe spoke through gritted teeth and threw the beer bottle to the side, stradling JJ and beginning to hit him over and over. 

-

You sat on the sand, Kelce’s strong arm wrapped around your waist as you tucked your knees further into your chest and laid your head on top of them. Rafe came barreling toward you, stopping as he took in the tears that were running down your cheeks. Your eyes were closed and you chanted to yourself “Rafe’s coming soon” over and over in a hushed whisper. His heart broke and the sight and he was filled with regret for leaving you with Kelce of all people while you were in this state. He knelt in front of your face, tucking the hair behind your ears and it was like almost immediately, you knew the touch was his. Your eyes flew open, and at the sight of him you cried even harder – a mix of fear and anger washed over you; anger at JJ, fear of Rafe being shot the way you almost had been. You jumped into his arms, almost knocking him over, but he steadied as he wrapped his arms around you and situated you on his lap. You buried your head in his chest and he wrapped one arm under your knees and the other around the back of your hair, pooling it in his hands. You tucked your face as deep into his chest as you could and he placed a kiss on your temple. 

“Hey, sweet girl. Talk to me, baby.” 

“Scared – wanna g-go home.” 

“Okay, mama. We’re going.” 

He whispered against your hairline, pushing himself off the ground by his legs and shifting you in his broad arms before carrying you bridal-style to his truck. 

[fictionalmenxyn]

--𐬿𝐀 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫?𐬾--

Pairing: bsf!rafe x fem!y/n

Warning: language and man eyeing up y/n (but doesn’t go into detail).

Summary: just a normal day at the country club with the boys… right??

𐬼𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬼

Rafe had picked you up around midday, he and the guys were planning on going to head to the country club. And as your close with all three guys, they asked if you wanted to join.

You were all currently sat in the golf carts, Rafe was driving the one you were in. Topper and Kelce were in the golf cart behind you as they drive to the first hole.

You all chatted and drank while swinging your clubs and pitting balls, when later as you were on your fifth hole. Top glances around and noticed a guy look your way.

“Hey Y/n/n, you know that guy??”

He used the hand that held his beer to subtly point to the guy.

You shook your head “never seen him before, why?”

“He keeps on looking over here.”

Rafe stopped his swing when he heard Topper say that. His head quickly turned in the direction you looked in. Rafe scoffed when he saw another golfer guy, probably two or three years older than you all.

You stood in between Kelce and Topper, seeing as the guys eyes wouldn’t leave you.

As Rafe finished his swing, it was your turn.

Rafe handed you the club, your fingers brushed momentarily. He gave you a small smile “go ahead, all yours, princess” you flashed him a smile “thanks, doubt it will be as good of a swing yours was” you laugh. Rafe smirked “come on now, don’t say that, ok… maybe not as good as me, but you’ll do fine” you laugh at his joke.

Rafe stood next to Topper and Kelce. As you aim the club and stand in position; Kelce muttered “that dude really isn’t fucking taking his eyes off her, huh?”.

Rafe glanced between you and the guy. He’s already had enough, but for the guy to blatantly eye you up?? Nah, Rafe was pissed.

Rafe glanced back to you and thought of an idea. “Hey doll, you’re doing that wrong… lemme show you..” you weren’t doing anything wrong, in fact Rafe would go as far to say that your the best at golf that he knew, as a girl.

Rafe walked over and stood behind you. Kelce and Top grinned to each other, knowing Rafe would get like this, especially with you.

Rafe glanced back at the guy one last time and smirked. He looked back down to you, he placed his hands on your hips and guided you to take one step back. His chest is pressed to your back as his larger strong hands go over your smaller hands. He rested his chin on your shoulder and guided your moments to show you how to swing it. “Then when you hit the ball-” “Rafe I know what I’m-” “just fucking listen, yeah?” You playfully roll your eyes. You’re so used to this by now. He grinned “oh come on now, you’re good, but I can make you better.”

Rafe looks over his shoulder to see the guy is still looking, but more pissed off. Rafe knew he’d got to him. Rafe stood up straight and walked back over to Topper and Kelce “go ahead, doll, show us what I just taught you…” you aimed then swung the club and twist your hip. Making the ball go higher and further than last time. You smile to yourself, Kelce spoke “damn, didn’t know Rafe could be the tutor type” the boys all chuckled as you smile. You hand the club to Kelce as it was his turn.

You stood in between Rafe and Topper. But that all changed when Rafe placed a hand on your hip and stood you in front of him. You didn’t bother to protest as you knew it was just him being himself. But also because you liked it. Rafe was protective, but he knew you could handle yourself. So he’d only do subtly hints to guys that looked too long or tried anything with you. As he’s only your friend.

Rafe rested his chin on the top of your head “Hey, princess?” “Yeah?” “You still coming to that party tonight?” “Of course”

He smirked.

“If you want, you can drive your car over and park it in the garage, Rose and Wheezie are out and won’t be home till Monday” you hum “alright, if it’s alright with Ward..” “of course it is, you know he likes you” you chuckle, of course he does, you dad and Ward were good friends.

“If you want you can stay the night too, you won’t be able to drive home, I know how you can get with a good party”

You laugh, he smiles.

“Alright, but you better not take the covers again, left me in the cold”

“Hmm I’ll try my hardest, no promises though..”

“I’ll kick you”

“And you know I won’t feel it, I’m a deep sleeper”

“Touché”

Rafe and yourself were not shy to sleepovers. You grew up together, some would say attended to the hip. You knew TannyHill like the back of your hand, same goes both ways. Rafe would always let you sleepover when you wanted. And same went the other way too. It was never awkward between you both, and never will be.

Rafe glances over to the guy as he drives the golf cart to the next hole.

He curses under his breath, of course the guy had slowed down and is now on the same hole as them.

As you stood and waited for Topper to take his swing, you stood by Rafe. Once again, same as usual, hand on your hip. The back of your neck started to heat up as the sun beamed over you all.

You reached for your pocket then realise, you have none. You wore your golfing skirt, and it didn’t have pockets. You look to your wrists and see you had forgotten to put a hair tie on at least one of your wrists. Rafe noticed “looking for something?” “Yeah a hair tie” “here.” He stuck his left wrist out, there was one of your many hair ties. “Oh so you’re stealing my hair ties, huh?” “No? Just for emergency, like today”

You hum and take the hair tie, taking your Nike visor hat off. You hold the hat between your knees as you gently pull your hair into a pony tail. You put your visor hat back on.

Rafe smiled, he glanced over to see the guy was close enough to be in ear shot range. Rafe spoke “hey princess, you wanna grab food sometime? You free on Tuesday?” You smile and nod “yeah, I’m free and I’ll go grab some food with you.” Rafe spoke a little louder “call it a date..” you rolled your eyes at his obvious (to you) hint to annoy the guy. You playfully roll your eyes with a smirk “whatever you say, Cameron!” You then walked over and got ready for your turn to swing the club.

God, he doesn’t know what came over him. But seeing a guy get jealous over you, even if you weren’t dating. It made him glad that people can think that you both were dating… maybe he wanted that? Or maybe it’s all getting to his head? He’s not sure himself… but would probably pick the first option….

Have a good day/night all!!🫶🫶

[cal-flakes]

I want to see how Rafe would react to reader having a habit of skipping meals. Like he asks her what she ate today and she just says Starbucks or something… idk I feel like he would be suuuper protective abt it

╰┈➤ skipping meals w protective!rafe (blurb)

warnings: sensitive topics such as restricted eating, light swearing, talks of anxiety. warning! rather in-depth description of y/n skipping meals, swapping meals for beverages etc, please read at your own discretion.

summary: y/n opens up to rafe about her trouble with maintaining a healthy diet.

“hi angel..” he cooed as she slid into the passenger seat, having waited outside her work for him to pick her up. she smiled sweetly, sucking in a harsh breath as she took in his beauty. she knew rafe had a busy day of meetings, as he’d told her that morning, hence why he was suited and booted, determined to make a good impression on some buyers.

“you have a good day at work?” he queried, glancing at her as he pulled out of his parking space. “it was okay, a bit busy for a tuesday..” she hummed, resting her head against the seat, watching the ocean as they drove along the coast. turning to face him, she placed a gentle hand on his cheek, stroking it affectionately.

“what about you?” she asked, struggling to find a smooth rhythm against his skin while her hand trembled slightly, alerting her to her low blood sugar. “yeah it was good baby, are you okay?” he questioned, his brows furrowing slightly. “i’m fine, what do you mean?”

“you’re shaking, have you eaten today?” he mumbled, placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. y/n bowed her head slightly as she fidgeted in the seat next to him, considering a subject change.

“i’ve had a coffee..” she muttered, anticipating a lecture. “one coffee isn’t food baby, you need food” he sighed, squeezing her leg.

she diverted her gaze to the road, her brows furrowing as they took the wrong exit, now going the opposite way to his house. “where are you going?” she queried, watching as they passed signposts for a nearby store.

“we’re going to the store angel, gonna get you something to eat, m’kay?” he offered, somewhat sternly, letting her know he was serious.

an empty feeling pooled in her stomach as the words left his mouth, her foot now tapping against the footwell anxiously. “rafe i’m not hungry” she whined, shooting him a pleading look.

“it doesn’t have to be a meal, even just a little snack, or an apple or something. you can’t not eat anything all day sweetheart, you’ll get sick” he cooed, motioning with his hand as he spoke. sighing, she fell back against the seat with a slight huff, turning her face away from him.

“if you promise to get something to eat, even just something small, i’ll take you to starbucks on the way home, yeah?” he suggested, taking the keys out of the ignition before turning to face her fully.

her eyes lit up slightly at the offer, suddenly contemplating it heavily. “can it be an iced coffee?” she giggled, placing a gentle hand on his knee.

nodding, his lip curled upwards. “if that’s what you want baby, but you gotta get a snack first, alright?”

“m’kay”

[soangelbaby]

I was a reader of rafescokewhore and when she said she wasn't going to stop people from interacting with her +18 content and talking with minors on her pagethat made me sick. If she sees this she’ll probably deny it. But anytime I see her name I just think of a predator. That's predatory and odd.

Thank you for sticking up for policing minors and letting them know that engagement in an 18 plus space isn't okay and is hurtful for all parties involved. We need more bloggers like you.

TW ; predator behavior, minors etc… thank you for this ask. thank you for the courage to speak up and for trusting me with information this sensitive. i believe your story and appreciate you warning us of other predators in this space.

i debated on posting this because don’t want drama, but this isn’t for clout, this is for awareness and it’s serious and necessary for us to look for. because at the end of the day, silence is protection. and i’m not here to protect predators.

if you are an adult and you’re okay with minors interacting with your nsfw content, or defending their place in adult spaces. you’re the problem. not just “misguided.” not just “too kind.” you’re sick and you’re dangerous. if you wouldn’t excuse minors in other spaces, like a 16 yr old w an only fans, making content with themselves… let’s keep that same damn energy here. just because it’s “writing” or “fiction” doesn’t mean it’s safe. it’s grooming-adjacent. it’s normalization. it’s predatory. pure rot disguised as exploration.

and if you’re a minor and reading this, you are not welcome in 18+ communities. and it’s not because you’re “not mature enough” — it’s because LEGALLY AND MORALLY you should NOT be here. and the adults letting you in? they don’t care about your safety, they care about their ego. predators don’t always wear warning labels — sometimes they wear usernames and the title ‘friend’ or ‘mutual’ but trust and believe me when i say : THEY ARE NOT PROTECTING YOU.

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 4 - Help

"Y/n, what happened?" Sarah's voice is urgent as she pulls you inside, concern etched in every line of her face.

You collapse into her arms, unable to hold back the sobs. "JJ... he... he did this to me," you manage to choke out, the words spilling forth in a torrent of pain and fear.

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"He hit me, Sarah. He kicked me. Sarah's expression shifts from concern to disbelief, her brow furrowing. “Y/n, stop," she says, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Stop trying to make JJ out to be a terrible person. He would never do something like this."

Your heart sinks at her words, the disbelief cutting deeper than you thought possible. "But it's true," you plead, clutching her arm desperately. "You have to believe me. Look at me, Sarah. Look at what he did."

Sarah shakes her head, stepping back from you. "No, Y/n. I can't believe that. JJ loves you. He wouldn't hurt you. This... this must be something you did to yourself. Maybe you fell, or..." She trails off, unable to meet your eyes.

The accusation feels like a slap in the face. "You think I did this to myself?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. The pain and betrayal are too much to bear, the hope you had clung to shattered by her words.

“Y/n, you're clearly upset and confused," Sarah insists, trying to sound calm and rational. "You need help, but not the kind you're thinking of. Let's get you to the hospital, and we'll figure out what really happened."

You push her away, shaking your head vehemently. "No, Sarah! You're supposed to be my best friend," you cry out, the betrayal cutting deep. "Why won't you believe me? No one ever believes me!"

Your breathing becomes rapid and shallow, panic setting in as the reality of your situation crashes over you. The walls seem to close in, and your vision blurs as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Y/n, calm down," Sarah pleads, reaching out to you again. "I'm just trying to help."

But her words do little to soothe the rising tide of fear and desperation. "You're supposed to be my best friend," you repeat, your voice breaking. "How can you not believe me?"

The room spins as the panic attack grips you, overwhelmed, you turn and run out of the house, leaving Sarah standing there, unsure of what to do.

The night air hits you like a slap, but you don't stop. You keep running, driven by a desperate need to escape the suffocating disbelief and betrayal. Sarah's voice calls after you, but it's drowned out by the sound of your own racing heartbeat and gasping breaths.

You don't know where you're going, but you know you can't stay. The pain, both physical and emotional, drives you forward towards the jetty. 

As you reach the end of the jetty, your legs give out, and you collapse against the weathered wood, sobs wracking your body. The cold night air and the gentle lapping of the water against the posts do little to soothe the storm within.

You curl up, hugging your knees to your chest, and begin to speak to yourself through the tears.

"I can't take this anymore," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "Why doesn't anyone believe me? Why does it have to hurt so much? I just want the pain to go away."

The darkness of the night feels overwhelming, the stars above indifferent to your suffering. The weight of betrayal and fear presses down on you, and the future seems uncertain, filled with more anguish than you can bear.

"I can't do this," you murmur, tears streaming down your face. "I just can't keep going like this."

You cry harder, the sobs shaking your entire body as you rock back and forth. "I just want it to stop," you plead to the night, your voice breaking. "I want the pain to go away. Please, someone, help me."

After a few seconds, a voice pulls you out of your cries. “Y/n? Are you okay?" It's Rafe. His concerned tone cuts through your despair.

You look up, your vision blurry with tears, and shake your head. "No, I'm not okay," you manage to say, your voice trembling.

Rafe steps closer, his face etched with worry. "What happened? Why are you out here like this?"

The words catch in your throat as you try to explain, the flood of emotions overwhelming you. "JJ... he... he hurt me," you whisper, barely able to get the words out. "I don't know what to do, Rafe."

Rafe's expression shifts from worry to shock, then quickly to anger. "He what?" he nearly shouts, his fists clenching at his sides. "That bastard did this to you?" His voice is filled with a mix of fury and disbelief as he looks over your battered form.

You nod, fresh tears streaming down your face.

Rafe's eyes blaze with anger. "I can't believe this," he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Y/n, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he was capable of this. You're coming with me right now. We need to get you to a hospital."

He kneels down beside you, his voice softening with concern. "Can you walk? We need to get you some help."

You try to stand but collapse back down, shaking your head. "I can't walk," you admit, shifting slightly. As you do, Rafe's eyes widen in horror as he notices the blood seeping through your pants.

"Did JJ do something else to you?" he asks, his voice filled with dread.

You nod, but quickly add, "Not in the way you're thinking. It's worse."

Rafe's face pales, the fury and concern mixing into a determined resolve. "We need to get you to a hospital now," he says, more urgently. "I'm going to carry you, okay? You're going to be safe."

With great care, he lifts you into his arms, holding you securely. As he makes his way to the car, you cling to him the physical pain to much to bear. 

Rafe places you gently in the passenger seat and rushes to the driver's side, the engine roaring to life as he speeds towards the hospital. The drive is a blur of pain and worry, but Rafe's presence beside you is a steadying force.

When you arrive at the hospital, Rafe doesn't waste a moment. He scoops you up into his arms and runs into the emergency room, shouting for help. "Someone, please! She needs help!"

A team of doctors and nurses quickly surrounds you, placing you on a bed and wheeling you into a separate room. One of the doctors turns to Rafe, saying, "Sir, you need to wait outside."

Panic surges through you, and you grab Rafe's hand, pulling him close. "I want him to stay," you say, your voice trembling. "Please don't leave me alone," you plead, looking up at Rafe with desperate eyes.

Rafe squeezes your hand reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice steady and calm. He looks at the doctors, his expression firm. "I'm staying with her."

The doctors exchange glances but ultimately nod in agreement, recognizing the intensity of the situation. They allow Rafe to stay by your side as they begin to assess your injuries.

The bright lights and sterile environment of the hospital are overwhelming, but Rafe's presence anchors you. He stays close, holding your hand, his eyes filled with unwavering support and determination.

"You'll be okay, Y/n,” he whispers, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm right here with you."

The doctors carefully assess the injuries below your waist, their expressions grave and focused. They gently ask what happened, but the words catch in your throat, and tears stream down your cheeks. The pain and fear are almost unbearable as you try to find the strength to speak.

Meanwhile, a nurse performs an ultrasound, her movements gentle yet precise. The room is filled with an eerie silence as the monitor displays what was once a growing life, now still and silent. The nurse's face softens with empathy as she meets your tear-filled eyes.

“Y/n, can I speak with you alone for a moment?" the nurse asks gently, her voice tinged with compassion. "I need to discuss something important with you."

Your heart sinks at the thought of being alone again, “It’s okay, it just don’t want to be alone, squeezing Rafe's hand for reassurance. "Please don't leave," you whisper, your voice trembling.

Rafe gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be right here," he promises softly, his eyes full of concern and support.

She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking with gentle sincerity.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry to tell you this," the nurse begins, her voice soft yet steady. "Due to your injuries, unfortunately, the baby has died."

Tears well up in your eyes, but you nod silently, the truth already weighing heavily on your heart.

"We will need to take you into surgery to remove the placenta and the baby," the nurse continues gently, her words a solemn reminder of the next steps.

You take a shaky breath, the reality of the situation hitting you hard. "I knew," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "My boyfriend... he found out I was pregnant. He... he beat me to get rid of it."

The nurse's expression darkens with empathy and concern as she listens, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," she says softly. "You're safe now, Y/n. We're going to take care of you."

Rafe's presence beside you is a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions. His jaw clenches with restrained anger and sadness, but he remains silent, offering you his unwavering support.

"We'll prepare for the surgery," the nurse assures you, her voice a soothing balm. "You're not alone in this."

The nurse's voice softens further, her expression a mix of sympathy and resolve as she continues to hold your hand. “Y/n, given the circumstances you've described, I'm also obligated to call the police," she explains gently.

As the nurse leaves to make the necessary calls, Rafe turns to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and restrained anger. He sits down beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in the whirlwind of emotions.

"Are you okay, Y/n?” Rafe asks softly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I'm so sorry you've been through this alone."

Tears well up in your eyes again as you meet Rafe's gaze. You take a deep breath, trying to find the words to express the depth of your pain and gratitude for his support. "I'm... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely a whisper. "But I'm glad you're here."

Rafe reaches out and gently squeezes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice steady.

[rafesmackayla]

SHOPPING TOGETHER

❥ pairing : boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader

❥ summary : rafe gets possessive and protective a bit when you try a specific dress on.

❥ warnings : none

❥ author’s note : dividers credits -> @omi-resources & @icheries 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧

you were holding rafe’s hand softly as you two stood on the escalator, waiting until it’ll get you to the second floor. you’ve gone shopping with rafe only once, he’s not really the type of person, who loves shopping.. like most men. but what wouldn’t he do for you.

after a while you two walked towards your favorite clothing store and when you stepped inside, your fingers still interlocked, he spoke up, his tone clearly sarcastic.

“can’t wait until you turn me into your personal bearer.” he smirked down at you. you chuckled and and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “you’re acting like you wouldn’t carry the stuff for me anyways.” you kept smiling softly at him, and your respond made him smirk even more.

“true.” rafe followed after you as you walked towards some rack with dresses. you just looked throught all of them, when suddenly one of them caught your eye. it was just basic light pink tight mini dress and you didn’t even mind they may be basic, you need some simple pieces in your closet. rafe stared at you, the dress somehow making him feel uneasy. like it’d look incredibly hot on you, but then he thought about the other guys staring at you and it made his blood boil immediately.

rafe just wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand roaming on your hip or on your lower back.. “you like this?” rafe looked at you, watching you as you nodded. “it’s cute, don’t you think?” you looked at the size and saw that it’s the right one. “i’ll try this.” you held the dress, looking throught the rest.

“uh, you need some help? i could look for some.” rafe ran his fingers throught his hair, his eyes still at your face. he got distracted for a while, as he watched your beautiful features.. “well if you want to.” you smiled softly, before you found another, this time white open back mini dress with lace on its straps and as soon as you saw it you fell in love. “oh. my. god.”

rafe looked at you before you showed him the dress. “you need to try that too, babe.” he smirked and nodded, already imagining how it’d look so good on you.. also thinking about how he’d rip them off of you but he pushed these thoughts quicky aside.

after around an hour, you had like 7 dresses you wanted to try. rafe was holding them all cause he’s a gentleman, but also cause he needed some excuse for constantly following after you.

when you didn’t want more dresses, both of you walked towards the changing rooms. you found an empty one and stepped inside, grabbing the dresses with you. you drew the curtain of the changing room and just chose one dress you’ll try on first.

meanwhile rafe stood right in front of the changing room, holding the curtain in place so he’d make sure nobody will see anything. “can you please help me?” you said so rafe just slipped into the changing room. you just turned around, your back facing him. “can you tie it there?” you moved your hair out of the way. he couldn’t help but stare at your bare back, running his index finger over it, his mind full of filthy thoughts.

“babe.” you said and looked over your shoulder, a smile appearing on your face. rafe shook his head a bit, bringing himself back into the reality. “right.” he just started tying the strings on the back of the dress. when he was done, you just fixed you hair and looked at yourself in the mirror. you love this dress.

rafe’s eyes widened, you looked so stunning like SO. STUNNING. but the dress is so short, it also has an open back, with just few strings covering it, which made rafe feel possessive.. he placed his hands on your waist from behind, which made you smile. “i love the lace.” it’s the white dress with lace straps. “you look absolutely stunning baby. like a dream.” he smirked and pecked your cheek. you couldn’t help but blush hard, and i mean who wouldn’t.

“thanks.” you smiled wider, your face still flushed. “i think i’ll get it.” you added before you turned around and looked at the open back. rafe just forced a smile and nodded. “what?” you could see that he doesn’t like something.. “nothing.” rafe mumbled before he just grabbed the edge of the dress and pulled them down a bit. you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“sweetheart, it’s not that short..” you moved the dress back up again. “it’s not short? baby, it’s like above the middle of your thighs.” he pulled the dress back down. “i’ve worn this type of dress before.” you pulled them up again.

“no you haven’t, i’d remember that.” rafe said firmly, as he leaned back against the wall of the changing room. you just smiled softly before you walked closer to him, cupping his cheeks.

“baby, you’re making a big deal out of this.” you caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, his gaze softening a bit. “i just don’t want some other guys staring at you.” rafe stared right into your eyes, meaning every word he said. he really cares about you obviously, and he wants to keep you safe, and he knew many guys would stare at you, practically drool over you.

you smiled softly. you know that he gets protective and possessive easily, so you understood why he felt this way, but you also knew that it was so unnecessary because you love him and don’t care about other guys.

“sweetheart, you know i only have eyes for you. i don’t care if they stare.” you caressed his jaw before you let go of him completely. “but i do babe. you’re mine, and only mine.”

✩‧₊˚ this is so random bye 🙂‍↕️

[mariespen]

Everyone Knows It - ♥∞˚.

protective!Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader ˚. Summary: Rafe will always defend you. Warnings: descriptions of physical injury, vulgar name-calling, arguing, themes of anxiety based on this ask!

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“How long does this shit take?” Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, asked as you began to apply your favorite mascara. You looked at him, rolling your eyes playfully as he tried to stifle his own smile.

“I dunno, Rafe.” You replied with a shrug, giggling as his eyes rolled into his head out of annoyance.

“C’mon baby, we gotta go.” He said, borderline pouting from across the bathroom.

You turned away, finishing your makeup and adjusting your outfit, looking at him with a teasing smile as you walked back over. You tilted your head up, meeting him with a soft kiss as he pulled you closer.

“Not too long, hm?” You said, watching him scoff.

“Oh yeah, only two hours.” He said with a smile of his own.

Rafe dragged you to the car as you looked at him with hesitance. He had been so set on going to a huge party on figure 8 and he eventually convinced you to come with him. Initially, you were equally as excited, if not more. You’ve always loved parties, but this week had been especially stressful on the both of you, so it took some pleading from Rafe to get you up.

However, your mood quickly turned when you were talking with your best friend, Jessica, and she hesitantly told you that all three of Rafe’s ex-girlfriends would be stalking around the party. 

Of course you knew that Rafe loved you and only you. He had been dating you for two years now, far longer than all three of them combined. But, you also knew that none of them had gotten over him and all of them hated your guts.

At least to him, Rafe was blissfully unaware of your concern because you didn’t want to bring it up. Maybe it wasn’t as huge of a deal as you were making it, maybe you were overthinking the whole thing. Rafe didn’t need to know about your predicament, it shouldn’t even matter.

That’s what you told yourself, at least, as you picked your fingers anxiously while Rafe drove, his clueless hand on your thigh. The drive seemed a lot shorter than normal and Rafe was just starting to pick up on your nerves as the two of you pulled into the beach parking lot.

“Hey..” He started, putting the car in park and watching your eyes as you looked at the sunset.

“Hm?” You acknowledge him briefly, hiding the shake in your voice.

“Are you like.. okay?” He asked, sucking in a breath while trying to read your eyes and taking another look at you before continuing, “You just seem a little off, y’know?” Rafe knew how to read you like a book, but he had a strong tendency to second-guess himself. You could thank his father for that gift.

“Yeah, m’okay.” You muttered out, not wanting to concern him now, out of all times. Rafe kissed you softly on the cheek before getting out of the car. You tried to work up the courage before Rafe opened your door, offering his hand to you. A small ‘thank you’ came from your shaky lips and he nodded in recognition.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets when he checked behind him, seeing you practically hiding in his dark shadow. You felt too aware of everything, feeling imaginary eyes on your body. One of the few things you didn’t notice was his ex, Emma, watching the two of you with a hawk’s eye. “Baby-“ He tried to start before you saw Jessica and suddenly your nerves began to ease up.

“Jessie!” You called out, speed walking past Rafe to meet her as the two of you gushed out girly greetings.

Rafe smiled and rolled his eyes, keeping himself close to you while also lingering next to Topper and Kelce.

At some point, the last thing you were worried about was Rafe’s two-faced ex-girlfriends. The drinks were letting you ease up and Rafe trusted Jessica just enough to let you go off on your own, just a few feet into the dense crowd.

Everything was perfect, especially when your favorite song for the past month started playing. A smile spread across your face when you went to find Rafe in the crowd, a small dance in your step as you giggled to yourself.

That same smile faded as you saw one of his exes brushing up on him. You stood deathly still, astonished that he was letting this happen so openly. It was obvious that he wasn’t paying her any mind and even making an effort to step away a few times, but the fact that she was near him made your skin crawl. All confidence that you once had slowly disappeared when you looked to the right ever so slightly and made dead eye contact with his other two exes. The worst part? They had started to stalk closer to Rafe, inch by inch.

You nearly screamed out of jealousy before Jessica noticed the same thing and turned you around. You knew it was a weak attempt to distract you, but it inevitably worked as Jessica held your hand instead, spinning you on beat.

Things faded out again until one spin got a little too personal and you stopped yourself, dizzily looking over at Rafe. The girls were nowhere to be seen, which brightened your face. You started over to Rafe again, wanting to lean into him and to let him show you off like he always did. You were his girl, everyone knew that.

It wasn’t anything but a few steps in his direction before you felt a hand sweep you the other way, followed by two more. Confusion drained the happiness from your smile as you looked around, everything going too quick to fully make out any faces connected to the hands pulling you back and forth.

You tried to protest but found yourself silenced when they stopped and held you still.

“You’re a fucking whore.” Emma spat.

Emma, his first long-term ex. ‘Six months in hell’ Rafe would always say, rolling his eyes and kissing you to remember how victorious his escape was.

The two other girls, Natalee and Avery held you upright, nodding along with whatever Emma said. You rolled your eyes at their ‘yes-man’ mannerisms, which gained you a scoff from Emma.

“You stole Rafe from me. You fucking slut!” She yelled, getting closer and closer.

“Didn’t steal anyone..” You mumbled, making every reasonable attempt to back away but ultimately failing.

She scoffed. In fact, you heard all three of them scoff. You knew that they were jealous, and honestly, you would be too. Rafe broke their hearts and told them he ‘wasn’t ready for a relationship’ before skipping off to the next. All three of them assumed you to be another one of his heartbreak victims, but when you stuck for a little too long, the hatred naturally got stronger within the three.

You were lost in thought, trying to squirm away before you felt a faint sting on your cheek. You looked over at Emma and caught her just as her hand moved away from your face. 

Instantly, tears poured from your eyes as you felt utterly helpless at their fists. One punch landed before another and suddenly you were being jostled around with no thoughts besides the pain coursing through your face and stomach.

Your ears were ringing by the time Rafe ran over and tore you away from their hands. You didn’t hear him yelling or pulling you away. It barely registered in your head when he picked you up and carried you from their jealous screams with a worried look on his face.

The car door slammed shut and you regained a little bit of yourself, feeling hazy in the passenger’s seat. You heard the driver’s side door open and close, watching Rafe struggling with the ignition through your slightly blurred vision.

You felt his panic hit you like a wave throughout the entire car ride, feeling him try and keep your head upright. His voice cracked and his hands shook while he fought through to keep his confident facade. 

The two of you made it to Tannyhill and Rafe had barely put the car in park before he was rushing to your side. As much as he tried to seem careless and tough, you and him both knew that he couldn’t stifle his sensitivity around you.

His emotions crashed down on him while he tried to keep himself together, carrying your weakening body into the cushy living room.

“Talk to me, princess.” He whispered, laying you on the couch and pulling up your dress to look at the bruise quickly forming on your ribs.

You didn’t say anything but a groan of pain. Not because you couldn’t, but more because you didn’t have any words. Shock overtook your originally tearful face and realization set in. For the rest of the night, Rafe held you in his arms. He didn’t let you lift a finger and made sure you were okay before calling a few ‘friends,’ as he said, to take care of the three girls.

It truthfully didn’t matter to you what happened to them. Here he was, Rafe Cameron, with his face buried in your hair and leaving soft kisses as gentle reminders that he loved you more than anyone else.

You were his girl, everyone knew that.

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[starkeysbunny]

tears [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x reader

summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeks—nothing was more important than her. and he’d fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.

warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe

rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his father’s office—which was now his—pacing the room.

“hey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.” he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.

“somebody always fuckin’ needs something.” his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. “goddamn. probably fuckin’ sarah and her stupid—“

his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. “rafe..” she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.

“hey, hey, baby.” he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. “what’s wrong, c’mere.”

his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.

he whispers shh’s, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.

“hey, baby, what happened? talk to me.” he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“i-i-“ she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.

“hey, hey, no. don’t do that. c’mon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.”

she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafe’s, slowly calming down.

“there ya go. atta’ girl. good job. breathe.” he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.

“now, gonna tell me what’s got your pretty little head so worried, hm?” he coos, his head tilting slightly. “what’s bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?” he jokes with a grin. but to be honest—he probably wasn’t joking.

she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. “my uterus.” she whines. “i’m on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.” she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. “and i’m hungry. and you weren’t answering, i know you’re busy. but i just really needed to see you, i’m sorry—“

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” he nods softly. “i’m here, it’s alright. i’m not busy, doesn’t matter.” he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “what do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.” he whispers sweetly. “i can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?”

he was willing to do anything, he didn’t care. when his baby cried, he’d move mountains to make her feel better. he’d go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.

she nods against his chest, looking up at him. “yeah.. the heating pad. and—and can you make me a grilled cheese? you make em’ so good.” she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.

he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. “yeah, baby, of course. i don’t know if they’re that good. everytime i make them, you’re usually drunk and it’s three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.” he jokes.

she shoves his chest playfully. “i don’t care, you can’t fuck up a grilled cheese. please?”

he grins. “yeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?” he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.

she shakes her head. “just you.”

he smiles. “okay.” he kisses her forehead. “i’ll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.” he stands, making sure she’s laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.

he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. “put on whatever you want. i’ll be back, promise.”

he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. “hey, gotta go. somethin’ came up. i’ll give you a call later.” he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.

nothing came before his girl.

[beautifuldisaster88]

Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Kook!Girlfriend

Summary: Rafe has been in a relationship with his best friend, Topper's, younger sister for four years. When Rafe reluctantly decides to agree to letting his girlfriend go to a party with Topper, without Rafe, he makes Topper swear to not let her out of her sight. When Topper doesn't follow through with the promise, Rafe receives a call that he never wanted to receive.

Warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of almost rape, slight mention of violence. I think that's about it. Reader is female, but no mention of Y/N or readers name just the pet names Rafe calls her.

A/N: This is not proofread, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I wrote this in like 15 minutes, after it randomly came to me... Like half my writing 😂 there's no smut in this. FYI, for this little piece, Rafe is 21 and reader is 18.

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Rafe angrily slammed open the door and came barging in, veins popping out and huffing. Topper opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by Rafe putting his hand up.

"Don't." Rafe seethed, shaking his finger in Topper's face. His jaw clenched and his usual piercing blue eyes were full of rage. "Just tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is!"

"In her bedroom with Sarah. Look man, I fucked up and I'm sorry. I let her out of my sight for like 20 maybe 30 minutes." Topper began, his words only adding fire to Rafe's already burning rage. His mind kept playing back to the phone conversation he'd had earlier with his girlfriend. A call that will forever haunt his mind.

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~Hours Earlier~

Rafe was relaxing on the couch, watching some movie that his girlfriend had been going on about for weeks. Of course, Rafe being Rafe, he just rolled his eyes saying how you couldn't pay him to watch another fucking chick flick. Yet, here he was, home alone, snuggling with his girlfriend's favorite soft and fuzzy black blanket that had little cherries printed on it, loving how it smelled just like his girlfriend.

He'd never admit it, but he was really into the movie, finding himself getting invested in the relationships and friendships and all the drama. The sound of his phone vibrating beside him made Rafe side eye the phone, his brows furrowed together when he saw his girlfriend's face on the screen and her nickname 'Bunny❤️‍🔥'. It's not that he wasn't happy to see her calling because he was.

The problem was, his girlfriend was supposed to be out having fun with her older brother, Topper, who also happened to be Rafe's best friend. Rafe had business to take care of and wouldn't have been able to make it to the party until late, which is why Topper swore he'd keep an eye on her. Rafe told his girlfriend to call him if there was any trouble, and made Topper to promise to bring her back to Tannyhill after the party. Seeing her name on his phone instantly had Rafe regretting to ever agree to let his girlfriend go to a party without him.

"Is everything okay, bunny?" Rafe asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice. His knuckles were already turning white from gripping the side of the couch.

"R-Rafey.." His girlfriend slurred her words on the other end of the phone, sounding completely out of it. "I don't feel good... Make it stop spinning.. c-can't find you.. Rafey..."

"Baby? What did you take and where the hell is Topper!?" Rafe flew up off the couch, pacing back and forth as he ran his hand over his buzz cut out of habit. He was already seeing red, his girl was in trouble and he wasn't there to protect her. Damnit, why the fuck did he agree to letting her go without him!? This is why he doesn't let her go to parties without him. People are fucking irresponsible enough and when you add drugs and alcohol, they become fucking idiots.

"Topper... Dunno... h-he went upstairs with Sarah.. so sleepy, Rafey... J-just gonna take a nap." His girlfriend's words were even more slurred, causing Rafe to panic.

He was out the door in a flash, running to his truck. After jerking the door open and hopping inside, he fumbled trying to get the key in the ignition. "Fuck!" He yelled, hitting the steering wheel before trying again. The engine roared to life and Rafe took off like a bat out of hell, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth.

"Listen to me, baby. I need you to stay awake, yeah. I'm coming for you, just focus on my voice, okay, bunny? I ne-"

Rafe was cut off by the sound of a male's voice and he knew damn well it wasn't Topper's.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Damn, you are really fucked up ain't ya, darlin'. Don't worry I'mma take real good care of you, baby." The male said, making Rafe's blood run cold and then begin to boil. He yelled his girlfriend's name over and over, but got no response. All he heard were her weak calls and begging the guy to get his hands off of her, before the call ended.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Rafe screamed, pounding his fists against the steering wheel.

He had to get to his girlfriend immediately. Shit, he forgot where Topper said the party was at. This could not be happening. Not his girlfriend, anyone but his bunny.

Just as Rafe was about to call Topper, his best friends name popped up on the screen in the middle console of Rafe's truck. Rafe immediately answered it, yelling at Topper.

"You fucking swore you wouldn't let her out of your fucking sight, Top! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Where the fuck are you guys!? I just received the worst fucking call of my life! My girlfriend, your fucking sister, Topper is completely out of it and who the fuck knows what someone slipped her! Wanna hear the worst fucking part!? Some asshole thinks he can take advantage of MY girlfriend! I swear I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"Rafe, look I know, I fucked up and I feel awful. Trust me, man. I've got her, she's with me and Sarah and I'm taking her home. I walked in just in time, that asshole didn't touch her. I-I can't believe I let my baby sister almost get..." Topper couldn't even finish his sentence, feeling the bile threaten to come up.

"I'll deal with you tomorrow. Right now, I need to make sure my girl is okay. I'm on my way to your place." Rafe ended the call, driving as fast as he could towards the Thornton residence.

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Rafe took one big step, putting his face in Topper's. "I don't want to hear your fucking excuses! The one fucking time I trust you to keep her safe when I'm not there, and this shit happens! You're lucky I don't fucking kill you, Top. Like I said, I'll deal with you tomorrow. My girl needs me, not you or my fucking sister."

Rafe pushed past Topper, purposely slamming into his shoulder as he ran up the stairs. Opening his girlfriend's bedroom door, he immediately glared at Sarah, clenching his jaw and balling up his fist. "Out." Was all he said, earning a few sorry's from his sister, which made him scoff.

As soon as Sarah left, Rafe locked the bedroom door behind her. His heart wrenched at the sight of his beautiful angel, seeing her smeared mascara from crying. He immediately walked over to the bed and climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and pulling her against his chest.

"I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you, bunny. I promise, this shit will never happen again. Tonight was the first and last time you go to a party without me. I've never been as scared as I was tonight. The thought of you being hurt, and another man putting his grimy hands and shit on you... Fuck, I'm never going to forgive myself. I'm sorry, baby. I love you, you know that right?"

She shifted in his arms, turning to face Rafe. Taking one of her small hands, she placed it on the side of his face, her bloodshot eyes staring into Rafe's ocean blue eyes. A soft smile formed on her perfect plump lips. "Hey, look at me." She spoke softly and Rafe looked into her eyes, leaning into her soft and warm touch. "Don't you dare blame yourself. None of this is your fault. Someone must have slipped something into my drink, but Topper found me in time and forced me to throw up. Rafe, I would never blame you. I know that you love me, and I love you. Don't worry, I never want to go anywhere without you again."

Rafe chuckled, feeling a bit more relieved. He placed a kiss on her forehead, then both her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. It was crazy, how his whole world fit perfectly in his arms. Sure, he had everything and lived in a mansion, but if you asked Rafe Cameron where home was to him, he'd answer with the same answer he'd given the last four years... his girlfriend. All the money, the power, everything that Rafe had, none of it meant anything, not if he didn't have her by his side. She was without a doubt, the calm to his storm, a true angel. She was his, and he would always protect her at all costs.

It goes without saying that as soon as Rafe found out who the guy was that tried to take advantage of his girlfriend, went 'missing' two weeks later. Nobody messes with his girl and gets away with it.

[rafeyssugar]

starving for you

rafe couldn’t help it. he told himself to stop—over and over again—but his brain never listened. his eyes had a mind of their own, locked onto you like you were some sort of divine temptation sent just to ruin him.

it was a problem. a serious one.

because you weren’t his. you weren’t his girl, weren’t his anything except a friend—one who had absolutely no clue what you were doing to him

the pool party

it was just a regular summer afternoon, nothing crazy. a few friends, a pool, music, drinks—typical pogue vs. kook nonsense.

except nothing was typical when it came to you.

you had shown up in the tiniest bikini rafe had ever seen, all soft curves and sun-kissed skin, laughing like you weren’t absolutely wrecking his ability to think straight.

he was trying—god, he was trying—to look anywhere but at your tits, but you weren’t making it easy. especially when you leaned over the edge of the pool, dripping wet, arms pressing against the concrete, giving him a perfect view.

“rafe,” kelce said, smirking, “you’re staring, bro.”

“shut the fuck up,” rafe muttered, dragging a hand down his face, but he still didn’t look away.

the bonfire

it was cold, but you didn’t care. you were curled up in a hoodie—his hoodie, not that you noticed—knees pulled up to your chest, laughing at something jj said.

rafe wasn’t listening to the conversation. he was too busy watching the way the fabric of his hoodie stretched over your chest, the way you absentmindedly played with the strings, twisting them around your fingers, totally unaware of how badly he wanted to be the one tugging at them.

“yo, you good?” topper asked, raising an eyebrow.

rafe clenched his jaw. “fine.”

the sleepover

it wasn’t supposed to be anything weird. you’d crashed at his place before—plenty of times.

but this time? this time, you had decided to wear that shirt.

the tiny white one, the one that clung to you in all the right places, barely covering anything. and with no bra underneath? yeah, rafe was done for.

he had to physically restrain himself from staring at the way your nipples pressed against the thin fabric, obvious—taunting himself—like they were just begging for his attention.

then you stretched, arms lifting over your head, the movement making the already short hem ride up even higher, exposing more of your stomach, teasing the soft skin underneath.

“jesus christ,” rafe muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

you finally noticed.

“what’s wrong with you?” you asked, tilting your head, amused.

rafe exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “nothing.”

but then you shifted, crossing your arms over your chest, pushing up the fabric just slightly—

and rafe lost it.

“nah,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “you need to put something else on. now.”

you blinked. “huh?”

“i—fuck,” he muttered, standing up so fast the chair nearly tipped over. “just… forget it.”

but you didn’t forget. not when you saw the way his hands clenched into fists, the way his breathing was uneven, the way his jaw tightened like he was holding back something dangerous.

and that’s when you realized—

this whole time, rafe hadn’t just been looking. he’d been starving.

a/n: gon bless yall w a part 2 later dwww❣️❣️

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