#toxic!rafe

It’s casual, muttered between swigs of beer to the other new guys, but it makes her stomach drop.

“Got kicked to the curb by her family—”

Her heart rises to her throat.

“—but hey, at least she had Cameron to knock her up. Now she’s set for life, right?”

Silence.

The kind that makes the hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck stand up, she knows exactly what’s about to happen. She watches the way Rafe's shoulders stiffen, the muscle in his jaw ticks, his grip on his beer tightening like he’s two seconds away from crushing the glass.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

His voice drops slow and controlled but lethal. The guy, oblivious or maybe just plain fucking stupid, grins and shrugs.

“Chill, man. I just meant- ”

Wrong move.

Y/N is already standing, her heart in her throat. She doesn’t give a fuck about the comment itself— it’s Rafe she’s worried about. Rafe, who’s already moving. He steps forward, beer bottle still in hand, shoulders squared.

“Nah, go ahead. Say it again.”

He challenges the guy who now shifts on his feet chuckling, but there’s an edge of nervousness evident in his actions.

“Jesus man, it was a joke.”

“Oh yeah? Not fuckin’ funny.”

Rafe’s jaw clenches at his petty excuse. Y/N barely has time to react before he shoves the guy back.

Hard.

Not enough to knock him down- but enough to make a statement.  Enough to make everyone around them go silent. His fist tighten by his sides and Kelce mutters something under his breath looking over to Topper who sighs, shaking his head.

“Don’t fuckin' talk about her like that.”

His voice is deadly, protective, and it makes Y/N’s breath catch. Her throat is tight, her skin burning. Not because of what the guy said- but because he wasn’t entirely wrong. She’s heard it before.

Lucky to have Rafe.

Lucky to have their daughter.

Lucky because otherwise she’d have nothing.

She swallows hard, blinking fast but Rafe sees red and he shoves the guy again, harder this time. Kelce lets out a low whistle and Topper rubs a hand down his face. Y/N moves quickly, stepping between the two guys, one hand pressing against Rafe’s chest. She can feel how hard his heart is pounding, how tense his muscles are, like he’s just waiting for an excuse to swing.

“Rafe, stop.”

He doesn’t move. Just stares the guy down, nostrils flaring as he opens his mouth again to say something but is cut off- a tiny giggle.

Y/N whips around at the sound.

Their daughter is still sitting in the grass, completely oblivious to the tension, laughing as she claps her hands, watching her daddy like she thinks this is just another game. It’s enough to make Y/N’s stomach drop. Rafe must notice it too, because his shoulders drop slightly. He doesn’t turn away from the guy, but he exhales sharply through his nose.

“You’re fuckin’ lucky I have my kid with me.”

The guy doesn’t say anything. Just nods before stumbling back, shoving his hands into his pockets. Rafe rolls his eyes at him, shaking out his shoulders. Y/N stares at him, momentarily unsure of what to say as she watches the guys walk away.

“You can’t keep doing this.”

He scoffs.

“Yeah? What, I’m just supposed to let him run his mouth?”

“You have your daughter with you, Rafe.”

That’s what matters. That’s what she cares about. Rafe’s gaze flickers to their baby girl, still sitting on the grass, still smiling at him and something softens in his expression. He shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before bending down and scooping her up.

“C’mon, princess. Let’s go home.”

Y/N doesn’t argue. Just lets him lift their daughter into his arms as he adjusts her small white hat, her tiny hand clutching onto his shirt. She watches him as they walk towards the car, feeling exhausted but knowing one thing for certain:

Rafe Cameron will never let anyone disrespect his family.

at the mention of bruises, you glanced down at your arms, your heart dropping to your stomach at the sight. you hadn’t even taken the time to inspect yourself before coming into the station. dressed in one of rafe’s t-shirts, silk pajama pants, and slippers, you didn’t care how you looked upon leaving the house to get rafe. you sat in silence, shoupe still standing over you as he stared you down. he wasn’t going to leave until you gave him an answer. “you must’ve forgot about the time i did have a restraining order on him. we both violated it, remember?” shoupe pinched the bridge of his nose, his head shaking in disbelief.

“i’m convinced your generation these days just like to torture themselves at this point. tell me, y/n, what’s so damn appealing about what you and rafe have going on? really, i’m trying to understand it.” you laughed bitterly, already feeling the sting of a headache coming on. “you don’t get it,” there was a long pause, “no one else except me and rafe get it.” shoupe nodded, taking a sip from the coffee in his hand. “is y’all’s situation like a trauma bond thing? i have resources for that in my office—” you glared at him, your frustration taking hold as you stood up. being ‘trauma bonded’ doesn’t even begin to describe you and rafe’s unhealthy dynamic.

“i don’t want your resources, and i don’t want your help. that’s not what i’m here for.” you told him, your chest rising and falling as you made a recovery from your little outburst. just then, you heard rafe’s voice from across the room, his eyes finding yours as he rubbed at the cuff marks on his wrists. “i need to go.” you flashed shoupe one more glance before walking around him and ignoring rafe as he tried to console you. shoupe watched as he followed you out, rafe hot on your tail as he reached for your arm. he’ll be seeing you again in a couple of weeks, he was sure of it.

without a word, you pulled away from rafe’s grasp, wasting no time in spinning around and shoving him as far away as possible once you two were out of view of the station. rafe’s nostrils flared, his jaw ticking as he blinked at you. “okay, i deserved that.” he nodded, tongueing his cheek. “just shut the fuck up.” you spat, feeling physically sick with having him this close again. “last night went too far, alright, i know that,” he took a step forward, holding his hands up defensively, “i’m sorry. i swear, i don’t know what came over me.” you turned away from him, flashbacks from last night flickering in your mind.

“what would’ve happened, rafe?” you shuddered, “what would’ve happened if i didn’t yell at you at the last second to stop?” rafe breathed out, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he held his head in his hands. “you did all of that and for what? because you thought i was giving my phone number to someone? do you realize how insane that is? i’ve never gone that far with you.” it hurt rafe to even think of what could’ve been the outcome if he didn’t stop himself from colliding with the metal gates of tanneyhill, his blinding rage scaring you both. you let out a shaky breath when you heard him begin to hit himself, the sound of his bones meeting his flesh making you wince.

this isn’t the first time he does that, and now that you were very familiar with his tactics, you knew that he was only inflicting pain onto himself to see if you would stop him— to see if you still cared. “look at my fucking arms,” you said through gritted teeth, holding them up for him to see, “i don’t feel bad for you anymore. i’m over this shit.” rafe started pacing once he saw the bruises that littered your skin, a strong sense of guilt pooling deep in his gut. taking his truck keys out of your pocket, you walked a short distance until you reached the driver side door, rafe quickly catching up to you before you could get in.

“w-what are you doing? where are you going?” he caged you between his arms, his face just centimeters away from your own. “i’m going back to the house, catching up on some sleep, and packing my shit right after. i’m done.” you could see the weird shift in rafe’s eyes once he heard your last words, his pupils dilating ever so slightly. “i’m getting help, y/n, you don’t need to do that.” he spoke low, almost menacingly. “you’re only ‘getting help’ because you’ve been appointed to attend anger management classes in exchange for you even getting a bond. you’re not getting help because you want to change.” rafe balled up his fists, his skin flushing hot as he felt anger beginning to boil to the surface.

“so i’m gonna get help, and you’re gonna leave?” he narrowed his gaze, “you’re standing here acting as if i’m the only problem in this equation. you have issues too, yet you wanna leave me even though i’ve stuck with you through all your bullshit? what are you doing to get better? we’re the fucking same, y/n.” immediately, you put space between you two. “we’re not the same at all,” you whispered, “i’ll admit, i could be so much better at this whole thing, but the striking difference between us is that i never tried to kill you, rafe.” rafe licked his lips before backing off.

“find your own ride back. walk for all i care.” you opened the door, hoisting yourself up into the driver’s seat as he watched you put the truck in drive. only you could take his vehicle from him and make him figure out a way back home. trying to get any kind of rest was deemed useless once you got back to tanneyhill. tossing and turning on the couch, you only managed to close your eyes for about thirty minutes before the front door opened, any and all peace you managed to barely conjure up disappearing. “are you awake?” rafe took a seat by your feet, his palm stroking your leg over your blanket.

rolling over, you gave him your back just before muttering a ‘no.’ — your leg recoiling from his touch. rafe sighed, his chin resting over his knuckles. “what did they tell you at the police station?” you spoke up once the silence became unbearable, tension filling the air once again. rafe leaned back against the couch cushions, his head turning in your direction despite not being able to see your face. “well, only one of the guys pressed charges against me, so i have to go back to court in three weeks to see what they’re gonna do about that..” he trailed off, “and of course, attend anger management sessions.” rafe added.

silence fell over you two again, but this time it was rafe that broke it. “i know nothing i say will matter at this point, y/n, but i need you to know just how fucking sorry i am. speeding like that— especially with you in the car,” he rambled, “i would never try to hurt you like that if i was in the right mind, you know that.” you sat up, avoiding his gaze. “you did though, rafe, what are you not understanding?” you took your ipad in your hand and typed up a quick message to chanel, “even after everything was said and done, you still blamed me for all the stuff that happened last night.” you said incredulously.

“i didn’t tell you to assault two people, i didn’t ask to get dragged out of a party in front of everyone on figure eight, i didn’t give you my phone just for you to throw it out of the fucking window, i didn’t ask you to drive all stupid and almost wreck, and i definitely didn’t ask for you to chase me around the front yard and grab me so hard that you leave marks on me!” rafe was shaking his head, his eyes blinking rapidly as he held back tears. “i fucked up!” he shouted, “why the fuck did you bail me out if you were just gonna give me shit for all of this?! why go through the trouble if you’re leaving me anyways?” you got up, jogging upstairs to grab your things.

“i was only returning a favor!” you screamed from the top of the guardrails, “that’s all it was, nothing more.” rafe was quick to go upstairs, his eyes widening as you went in your closet and started putting whatever you could fit into your assortment of bags. you ignored all the cussing and shouting that took place on his end until you heard a honk sound from outside. “who the fuck is that?” he lunged across the room, pushing the curtains away from the window. out front stood chanel, officer shoupe’s patrol car parked behind her own. rafe laughed, turning around only to see that you weren’t there.

making his way down to the front door, you were already loading suitcases in chanel’s backseat, even shoupe going as far as plucking your bags out of your hands to make sure you weren’t carrying anything too heavy. “thank god you’re okay!” chanel hugged you tight, “i heard about everything and i had been trying to call you but your phone wasn’t even ringing!” she pulled away, helping you into the passenger’s seat as she glared at rafe who stood on the porch. “fuck you!” she yelled up the driveway, ignoring shoupe’s orders not to disturb the peace.

“i’ll tell you all the details when we get back to your place.” you shut the door, looking at rafe from behind chanel’s tinted windows. he watched shoupe’s every move until he packed up your last bag, his shoulders falling in defeat. circling around to chanel’s side so you wouldn’t have to roll down your window, shoupe leaned down to be eye level with you. “you’re making the right decision here, okay? once both of you stay away from each other, you’ll see just how good things can really be,” he tapped the top of the car, “you ladies be safe and call the number on my card if you need anything.” chanel took the little white card-stock paper and nodded.

rafe using you after coming back from a party

crybaby!reader when she needs to calm down

rafe who just can’t help but touch up his stepsis

fucking you in his little home gym

how he rewards you for swallowing

toxic!rafe making you grind against his gun

how big he is compared to your cunt

rafe who has a sick obsession with your tits

sub!rafe eating you out

rafe who has no choice but to pull over in the middle of the road to put you in your place

putting you in a headlock

fatherfigure!rafe that has to make sure you’re not fucking around with anyone else

taking frat!rafe to the hilt

how rough he fucks you when the pogues have pushed him over the edge

mean!rafe slaps you around and expects you to thank him for it

rafe who lets crybaby!reader hold onto her stuffie when he’s giving it to her rough

how crybaby!reader looks at rafe when she’s sucking him off

kitty!reader and rafe going at it

rafe playing with his doll

he has no problem shoving his fingers in you in public when you’re being a brat

rafe who takes you against the ground like a rabid animal

using your throat to get himself off

bsf!rafe who finally convinces you to let him take your virginity

the sort of pic rafe has as his homescreen

kitty!reader who tries to catch rafe’s attention when he’s on one of his important business calls

rafe getting crybaby!reader’s mouth ready

the sort of video you send him in hopes of being punished later

“um…you?” you laughed it off, finally looking up from your phone to meet his dark gaze. oh! he was pissed.

“yeah, no. you’re not talking to me, because that’s not my fucking name,” he sat up straighter, pulling his hand away from your leg as if it burned him, scooting slightly so your feet fell off of his lap.

“what are you talking about? i said rafe-“

“no you fucking didn’t. i swear to god, don’t start with your bullshit right now. you said jake.” he cut you off, his voice growing louder, any patience left in him long gone. he was pissed.

“i’m not starting anything, i just think you misheard me.” you said calmly, although you were torn between laughing and also shutting this down right away because you could most definitely see a vein popping out of rafe’s neck, and it was clear that he was genuinely pissed off.

“right, right. i misheard you calling me by another man’s name. you think i’m fucking stupid, huh? is that it?” rafe’s jaw clenched so tightly it clicked, his eyes wild as they scanned your face, anticipating your response.

“no, rafe, i don’t think you’re stupid…” you sighed, ignoring the rest of what he said. you glanced down at your phone again, seeing that the recording had been going on for over a minute now. maybe it was time to wrap it up…

“nah, i must be, huh? rubbing your goddamn feet in my house while you’re sneaking around, fucking some— fuckin’ jake?!” rafe was yelling now, and he was on his feet in an instant, looming over you.

“give me your phone,” he snapped, yanking it out of your hands as you sat there silently, tilting your head up to look at him.

“the fuck you recording this shit for?” rafe muttered, stopping the recording as soon as he held your phone in his hands. his eyes darted between you and the phone, his chest huffing defensively.

“it was just a prank, rafe! something i saw on tiktok.” you offered him a small smile, but he wasn’t laughing. he furrowed his brows at you before looking back at your phone, his fingers quickly swiping out of the camera app and checking all of the routine apps (he went through your phone often).

“mm, tiktok, huh? i’m not fucking stupid.” he scoffed at your words, not buying it, even though somewhere deep down, he did know that you wouldn’t cheat on him. but he wasn’t thinking rationally right now— he rarely did. even if it was a prank, you made him feel stupid. and feeling stupid meant he was inferior to you, and he couldn’t have that.

“yes, it’s a trend. that’s why i was recording…” you told him, sitting up now, but not making any moves to take your phone back from him. you knew that wouldn’t help the situation in the slightest.

rafe laughed humorlessly at your response, not acknowledging it. he was laser focused on scrolling through your instagram dm’s, tiktok dm’s, your texts, even your notes app, as well as your screen time. yep, he covered all the bases and then some. but ultimately, he found nothing incriminating. of course he didn’t. he never did.

with a frustrated grunt, he tossed your phone back towards the couch, where it inevitably slipped over the edge, hitting the hardwood floor with a loud crack. you gasped, quickly standing up to grab it and assess the damage. the screen was shattered.

“rafe…” you breathed, your hands shaking slightly as you held your now shattered phone, looking up at rafe with glassy eyes.

he scoffed, swallowing hard but waved you off, his feet heavy on the ground as he walked out of the living room and out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

you sniffled softly, quickly wiping the falling tears from your eyes as you heard rafe’s car speed off. you felt stupid. god forbid you try to do a stupid little prank on him. but you should have known better. there was no world where rafe would react normally to that.

you got in your own car and left only a few minutes later, driving back to your house with your now non functional phone.

no more than three hours had passed since you had gotten home, when there was a knock on your door. you didn’t answer it. you waited at least a minute for a second knock, which never came. you stood on your tiptoes, checking the peephole, expecting to find rafe standing there. but he wasn’t there. the porch was empty—aside from a small pink gift bag conveniently propped up next to a bouquet of flowers.

you opened the door, grabbing the bag and the flowers and bringing them inside. it was predictable, really. but that didn’t stop you from setting them down on the counter and opening the bag.

inside was a brand new phone—of course. as well as a dainty gold bracelet you had been eyeing since last week. you hated the way you were already starting to forgive him.

you pulled out the sleek iphone box, pulling the top off to reveal the phone of course— but also a note in rafe’s handwriting.

sorry about earlier baby. i didn’t mean to get so mad at you. and i didn’t mean to throw your phone. it was an accident. but now you got a brand new one! put on that pretty little bracelet tomorrow and i’ll take you to brunch and we’ll go shopping. i love you baby! -rafe

you were smiling without meaning to, already excited to go out with rafe tomorrow, and already forgetting that you were hurt and upset. rafe knew exactly how to work you up, break you down, but also how to put you back together in a way that left you asking no questions and having no doubts.