⢠rafe wears his badge like a shield and a weapon, more for control than anything else. from the outside looking in, people think youâre the luckiest girl in the world, that you got one of the good ones, a protector, too. but you live with the man behind the badge, and you know better.
⢠he tells you no one would believe you if you ever spoke out. you believe him, because everytime he brings up his work buddies, itâs always with that same smug grin, like he knows heâs untouchable. he reminds you just how many people in the system owe him favors, how many dispatchers, judges and detectives he knows by name.
⢠and youâre too scared to call for help anyway, because rafe has this charm about him that can fool anyone. heâs trained to twist words and write reports that paint a certain picture. he knows exactly how to make you look crazy, how to make you look like the primary aggressor in any situation.
⢠sure, rafe choked you, but you donât have any marks by the time the neighbors call to complain about the noise. when the officers show up, the only visible injuries are the scratches you left on rafeâs face, trying to fend him off. youâre the one who gets a talking to about keeping your hands to yourself, and youâre the one thatâs threatened with handcuffs, with a night in jail for domestic battery. and each time, your hope in law enforcement protecting you dwindles more and more. your distrust for the legal system altogether is fleeting.
⢠rafe keeps several guns in the house, never bothering to lock them away like he knows he should. they stay put up in the master bedroom closet, but theyâre always visible, always reachable. rafe doesnât need to point one at you for you to feel the threat, though he has before. itâs the way his hand lingers on his belt if he comes home in a bad mood, or if heâs wearing it when you say something he doesnât like. itâs when he pulls his guns out, âjust to clean themâ, after a particularly nasty argument.
⢠he tells you if you try to leave him, heâll find you, and you know he will. rafe has access to databases, surveillance tools, even traffic cameras. he could easily track your car, pull phone records, find out where you ran. he brags about how easy it is to get information no one else can. try to hide out a shelter? he knows every last one in the county. one flash of his badge and smile and theyâre listening to him, not you.
⢠and you have too much to lose with your children. your son is 5, and your daughter is 3. they absolutely adore their daddy, and see him as the ultimate protector. youâre reminded on many occasions that rafe could easily take them from you, that youâd never win in a custody battle. he undoubtedly would have some sort of influence over the legal proceedings, viewed as the more stable and credible parent because of his profession.
⢠not only has he isolated you from friends and family, but heâs got you completely financially dependent on him. it seems easier to stay and endure the abuse, so long as your children are taken care of. they donât ever get the brunt of rafeâs anger, they never see that side of their daddy. leaving rafe would mean breaking up your family, something your kids would never understand, so for now, the cycle continues.
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You were on your way home, yes, you may have been going a few numbers over the limit. It was a 55 and you were going 60, not too bad. But you saw the famous red and blue lights flash along with the âwoop woopâ of the sirens.
You mentally smacked yourself, also rolling your eyes at the slight fact the cop was being over dramatic. You indicated and pulled over.
You roll down your window, reaching over into the glove box grabbing your license and registration. You put them in your lap as you waited for the officer to walk over.
You see the figure, through the side mirror walking over. You double check over the things in your lap. The officer spoke âhey sweetheartâ
You head whipped to the side to look out the window. Seeing Rafe âRafe?! The fuck are you doing pulling me over??â He grinned. His thumbs tucked into his tactical vest âsomeone was goinâ over the limit, baby.â You roll your eyes âyou do the exact same and youâre a copâ he chuckled âI know, I just saw your plate and wanted to see you, while Iâm on shift.â You nodded âtouchÊ⌠so officer? Any big things happen today??â
He leans down so he can talk to you better âhmm not much, few speeding, one dui⌠you know, the usualâŚâ you nod. âAnd do officers take a kiss as an apology for going over five above the limit?â He smirked âhmm for now, yeah, officer Cameron would take that as a temporary apologyâŚâ you rolled your eyes. You lean out of the window and give him a peck. âNot good enough, sweet girl.â âWhat?!â âYou heardâŚâ âbabeâŚâ Rafe grinned ânot babe, its officer, right nowâ
You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. âAlright, officerâŚâ you give him and another kiss. This time a proper and longer one. He pulled away âthank youâ he stood straight again. He glanced to the road then to you. His thumbs still tucked into the armpit of the tactical vest. âYouâre lucky youâre cute, Iâm lettinâ ya off this time, no ticket for you pretty girlâŚâ you look up at him. âBullshit, you just donât wanna do the paperwork.â You grin as he chuckles and shake his head âI like your logic, babeâŚâ you smile âthank youâŚâ
âThat doesnât mean youâre getting away with it when I get homeâŚâ âgonna need to teach you a lesson on how you shouldnât sass the officerâŚI saw the eye rolls, canât hide it from me, sweetheartâ you blush slightly. âYou canât hide that blushinâ eitherâŚâ
A voice over the radio speaks, Rafe looks back to you. Quickly leaning down and pressing two quick kisses to your soft lips. âGotta go, see you later, I love youâ you smiled âI love you too, go get those bad guys.â You smirk as he playfully rolled his eyes.
As he walks away, he calls out âdonât forget Iâm not done with you, baby!â You chuckle as you start your car up again.
You watch as he drives off, sirens and lights beaming. He speeds off, going to god knows what incident. You smile, you loved seeing him all geared up and in uniform. It did things to you, especially when he wore it while getting you ready for some fun. Or when he lets you wear his training clothes. Like his âOBX PDâ training tee. Or the sweatpants, he liked you lost in the shorts though.
You couldnât wait for him to get home to you. If it wasnât illegal to actually speed. Youâd do it more just for him to pull you over. The half-assed stern look heâd give you for going over just a little bit. Or when the one time you did a quick break at an empty junction. You only did a quick stop at the âstopâ sign because no one was there. So you didnât think you needed to stop and wait a few seconds. He taught you a good lesson on that oneâŚ
You were already in bed, wearing only his PD tee when he got home. Dropping his bags to the floor and taking off his heavy tactical vest. Kicking his boots off as he crawled into bed and on top of you.
He kissed you like he hasnât seen you in weeks. Your tongues clashing. He moves down your jaw and marks up your neck. Then he moves up your neck and to your ear. He whispers âI still havenât taught you a lesson about speeding have I?â You gasp as his knee goes between your legs. He smirked âwordsâ âno, officerâŚâ he smirked âyou look so good in my tee baby..â he smashes his lips against yours.
hiii!! I was wondering if you were open to writing a husband!cop!Rafe X wife!reader story?!
omg hold on?! this peaks my interest a lot⌠đ would this be something you guys would wanna see?? husband!cop!rafe as a new au maybe?? hmm⌠lmk!!! i might be cooking
Has anyone done like a police officer Rafe? Havenât really delved into the different AU that other blogs have
(Lowkey I was gonna do one for cod but I have too many things right now to do it and I think some other authors have already done it)
Anyways like a police chief Rafe x criminal reader where reader is always the one getting into trouble and Rafe always happens to be the officer always responding. Thereâs like a case where reader didnât do it but Rafe wants to point the blame at them but heâll let it go if she marries him or how heâs always clearing her record but with a price idk đ¤ˇđťââď¸ Iâm just in my creative mood right now
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oooo i def see that with my cherry!pie!reader and maybe rafe is a sheriff in a small southern town and the plot twist is that rafe is the townâs serial killer but heâs putting the blame on the reader to blackmail her into being his wife
if you're up for it could you maybe expand on one of the hcs - the one that was something along the lines of the cops showing up and defending rafe? (I forget the exact wording)
you didnât call them, it mustâve been the neighbors again. your kids are gone for the night, which is a relief. rafe probably wouldnât have went as far as to full on choke you to the brink of passing out if they were here.
youâd fought back hard, terrified for your life. the evidence was welting on the side of rafeâs face, scratches left by your nails.
but this time, thereâs no female officer when rafe goes to the door. instead, two male officers stand in the doorway â tall, broad, and uniformed. suddenly, you arenât just scaredâŚyouâre outnumbered.
itâs immediately clear that they know rafe, maybe from the station, maybe from one of the bars in town. either way, they greet him by name.
âeverything alright here, rafe?â
âeverythingâs fine,â he says, âjust a little disagreement.â he rubs the back of his neck, like heâs the victim. âmy girl just got a bit worked up, lost her temper.â
the officers glance at you, not with sympathy, but with judgement. things are already in his favor, because rafe has brought you up at work before when the other guys talk about their wives and girlfriends. theyâve heard all about the problems rafe has to put up with at home.
you havenât even said a word yet, but you can already feel that itâs you against all threeof them. men who wear the same badge as rafe and speak the same language, men who protect each other before theyâd protect you.
when you do try to step forward and say something, rafeâs hand is already raising, his voice louder than yours. âsheâs been having a rough time. anxiety, medication changes and stuff. she did sratch me up pretty good, too.â
rafe speaks casually to them, knowing exactly what to say to paint you as the problem.
the taller officer glances at the red marks on rafeâs skin, then at you.
your voice is shaky as you try to will yourself to speak, âheâŚhe grabbed me first. heâ,â
âsheâs confused,â rafe interrupts, tone steady and authoritative. the storyâs written before you can even tell your side.
âmiss,â one of the officers begins, âwe understand things get heated between couples, but putting your hands on someone? thatâs not how adults handle conflict.âÂ
you open your mouth to speak, but the other one cuts in, âyouâre lucky rafe doesnât press charges.â he nods towards the pink scratches on rafeâs cheek as if theyâre claw marks from an animal, âthat could be a domestic battery charge, easy. jail time. and trust me, the courts donât go easy on that stuff anymore.â
they speak to you like a little kid being scolded for doing something wrong, and you feel so helpless. your bottom lip trembles and you look to rafe, but he doesnât say anything. he just stands tall in the living room, chin up, arms crossed in a way that shows heâs calm and knows heâs in control.
youâre practically shrunk in on yourself, anxiously fidgeting, eyes puffy and watery.
âi can get her to calm down, sheâs not a threat or anything.â rafeâs words are so smooth, they donât even question it. heâs one of them, heâs credible.
âalright,â one officer says, âjust keep it down, donât wanna get called back.â
âof course,â rafe says with a nod, âthanks for coming out.â
as soon as theyâre gone, heâs chuckling and shaking his head in a mocking way.
âi told you,â he says, âdidnât i? didnât i tell you how this would go?â
you donât say anything, you just wipe the fresh tears as they fall, eyes cast down.
âyou donât know anything about the law. you think you do, but you donât. youâre lucky i didnât let them take you in,â he says.
but you donât feel lucky. you just feel humiliated, and silenced.
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