#toxicex!rafe
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you wasn’t sure what to expect from your toxic ex boyfriend rafe when you finally caved and let him fuck you again. you told yourself it was a selfish act, that he was only getting what he wanted because you let him — but after sex was when you were the most vulnerable.
he’d been alluding to it for weeks, practically stalking you wherever you went to just stare you down and shove away any guy that spoke to you. you’re talking parties, the country club, even making an appearance at the restaurant bar alone when you were out to dinner with your family. rafe cameron had eyes everywhere, and those eyes were all set on making it impossible for you to move on.
you’d given in when he’d cornered you at the country club when you were a glass of wine down, surely knowing it was the best time to convince you. wine made you horny, too easy, and whilst you could deny all you wanted — the thing you needed the most was for your psycho ex boyfriend to have you on your back, cumming around his cock.
so you’d let him drive you back to tannyhill, let him lean over at the red stop light to put his tongue in your mouth, ringed fingers cupping and fondling your soaked cunt beneath your sundress until the light went green and cars were honking. let him walk you to his front door with a hand on your ass and his mouth at your ear telling you that you knew where home was, and that you knew no one could make you moan as pretty as he could. you let him bounce you on his dick until you were overstimulated and crying, teardrops splashing on his tanned abdomen as he threatens to cum inside you and trap you with him forever. it’s only the after math you didn’t feel too in control anymore, curled on your side as you catch your breath in fetal position.
he hadn’t made a move to scoop you up and cuddle you. honestly, he didn’t know if that was allowed. instead, stupidly he wakes you out of your sleepy haze with his voice.
“alright, up. c’mon kid.” he shuffles, sitting up against the headboard and your heart sinks. you don’t dare question, or argue and humiliate yourself — simply forcing yourself to sit up, disorientated and reaching for your dress.
“‘kay. sorry.” you whisper, and you despise the way your voice cracks, tears fat in your eyes as you work your arms through your dress to pull it on over your body. you shouldn’t have come here, all that work to move on destroyed within the space of a few hours just for him to kick you out when he got what he wanted.
“wh— hey, ‘fuck are you talkin’ about huh?” he scooches towards you, grabbing your hands to stop your movements. you gaze at him in upset confusion and he realises his mistake and softens just a tad. “i mean get up and go pee… okay? always make you pee after i fuck you i — i don’t know why you’re…” he shakes his head, trailing off as he watches you melt in relief, still equally embarrassed. “look at me.” he commands quietly and solemnly and you do so, a shameful gaze through your lashes.
he sighs out his nose, shuffling to a better spot to be able to cup your cheek with that same boyish but charming roughness he so often carried. “i’m not going to just kick you out, okay — i… i am proactively trying to show you that i’m not the bad guy here. shit, if it was up to me i’d never let you leave this house but uh… know you’re gonna come to your senses soon enough.” there’s a tinge of sadness in his tone that makes your heart twitch with sympathy, your brows knitting harder as you stare up at him, waiting for him to continue. “but… for now… m’tryna look after you… right? so… so go pee and then you get your ass back in here. wanna hold you n’shit.”
he gives your ass a little pat as you stand, busying himself with finding a pair of sweatpants to pull on, glancing over at you as you hobble shyly to the bathroom like you’d never been to his place before. he hated to admit it, but he was just as emotional and sensitive as you were at times.
when you’re out the room, he sniffs— talking to himself manically in a self deprecating whisper. “god — i suck. man up. she’s yours, alright — just - just gotta remind her.” he tells himself quietly through grit teeth as he pulls the grey material up his legs.
rafe was going to make you his again, and this time he would go to any length to keep you.
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for my toxicex!rafe and toxicex!jj lovers. you listening to eres mia by romeo santos cause it reminds you of him.
for my non latina speaking readers
these are some of the lyrics
and goes on to talk about sneaking into your house and making you his again.
how romantic 🥰
#pretty girls thots#jj maybank prompt#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron#jj maybank#toxic!rafe cameron#toxic!jj
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ok but how would toxicex!rafe react if reader started posting after their break up too 🤭 he’d be calling her within minutes of her posting it (he has her notifs on 🩷) and telling her to take that shit down !!
posting pics in these kinda poses on your story
and instantly seeing the dm notification
@ therafecameron: Ok I’ve seen it. You can delete it now.
or maybe you post it as the first pic of your insta dump and rafes heart drops to his ass when he sees it says ‘Liked by @jjmaybank_ and 328 others’ he’s sooooo sick to his stomach he calls you instantly <3
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omg would toxicex!rafe convince reader to let him sleep in her bed when he stays over 🤭 the closer he is the safer she’ll be !!!
`·..୨୧˖ 🧁꒰ 💌 ꒱
absolutely. he’s having a great time because it’s just windy that night, so everytime a branch scrapes against the house or the breeze knocks something over outside he’s winding you up with a “mm, you hear that?” and you’re getting all scared and curling right up to him <3 “yeah it’s okay. wouldn’t let anything hurt you now, would I?”
maybe he’ll take your mind off it if you really can’t sleep — you know, just doing you a solid as your ex— pushing your legs up to your chest and dicking you deep into the bed, shushing you when you clench and cry over it ruining your healing progress.
“yeah, i know. don’t think too hard on it, yeah? just let me make you feel better tonight. think about all that shit tomorrow, angel.” :(
the lovebombing continues after the sex when you’re all sleepy in his arms, because he has to solidify his place in your heart. even though he knows you, knows you’re gonna get flustered and disappointed in yourself when you wake up in the morning and kick him out, probably give him a piece of your mind for manipulating you — but for now he’s gotta make sure he’s still your number one, cradling you whilst you sniffle. “i…i really won’t let anything hurt you, my sweet girl. never. ever. you might not wanna be with me right now, okay — but that doesn’t mean i stop showin’ up for you. yeah? you’re my girl. now go to sleep, i’m right here.” uuuggghhhhh
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toxicex!rafe telling all boys that your off limits and you finally confront him but he just acts confused and oblivious 😑
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trying to flirt with the guy you usually flirt with but he’s acting all different, barely looking you in the eye and awkwardly shuffling away.
“why are you acting like that?” you pout, all rejected and downtrodden.
“look, sweetheart. just don’t wanna get my ass beat. you didn’t hear this from me but that ex boyfriend of yours is fucking insane. showed up to my place waving a gun around and everything. you’re cute but it ain’t worth my life. sorry.”
you’re mortified, coming to the harrowing realisation of why seemingly every guy on this side of the island had been avoiding you. you spot rafe at the country club bar the next night, harnessing a drink in a short glass and you march over — all dramatic with your bracelets jangling and shoes clacking.
“you’re scaring everyone off, rafe? that’s what we’re doing now?” you command, staring up at him with that frown he thinks is just adorable.
“hello to you too.” he drawls with a smirk, bringing his glass to his lips.
“its not funny, rafe. you can’t do that!”
“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about, alright? go run along n’find your girlfriends. no need to make a scene like you always do.”
“me? make a scene? you’re the one waving a gun around. you don’t own me anymore rafe you can’t —”
“hey.” he barks suddenly before pressing his lips together in irritation, drawing in a few ragged breaths as he looks around, leaning down to your level. “you watch that mouth, yeah? you’re mine. okay? all of this?” he gestures to your body, stepping closer. “mine. this? this fuckin’ thing right here?” he closes in more, a large hand cupping under your skirt to grab a hold of your pussy. as much as you clench, and yearn for his touch in that very spot — the anger at the audacity wins and you shove him off, pushing at his firm chest which barely moves him, yet he backs off anyway with a boyish laugh.
“dont touch me.” you huff, prissy and pouty as you adjust your bag on your shoulder and stick your chin in the air determinedly. he huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head as he raises his glass to take another sip.
“yeah well, good luck gettin’ any other sucker to touch you. told everyone you’re off limits.” he takes his sip, licking over his moistened lips afterwards which he obviously notices you drop your eyes to. god, he’s smug. “mm. you’ll be back m’sure, when you want some dick.”
you’ve had enough, feeling all hot and bothered because not only is he pissing you off but he’s turning you on and the whole thing is just too much. you storm off and he follows you with his eyes, arrogant smirk on his face as he tongues at his cheek, watching your ass in that little skirt. “nice to see you, sweetheart.” he calls after you, and you ignore him.
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let em know by bryson tiller is so ex bf!rafe coded,
like the lyrics "im coming back for good so let em know its mine" (drooling on my phone) and "thinking shit like who's out there fuckin' you and who's keeping you comfortable?"
he'd be losing his fucking mind bruh☠️☠️
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you could always feel rafe breathing over your shoulder, even after you’d broken up. if your phone were to ding with a text, often times you wouldn’t even have to look at the screen to know who it was — some form of ‘Who is this and why did he just follow you on instagram?’ text from your ex boyfriend himself. he was jealous, somehow more possessive than when you were together, and obsessed. as much as he was a menace who more often than not made your life difficult, you had trouble letting him go.
you’d awoken from an evening nap to your phone ringing, picking it up and pressing it to your ear with your eyes half open, not even checking who it was.
“hello?”
“i’m coming over, alright? if you got a guy over i uh, really suggest you kick him out ‘fore i come in there and make a scene.”
you blink yourself awake, pushing up onto your elbow. “rafe?”
“yeah, it’s me. what, you delete my name from your contacts or some shit?” he drawls, and your ears tune into the faint rumble of his background noise— telling you he really was in the car on the way to your house.
“no… i just woke up.” you sigh, sitting up fully. “why are you coming here? told you to stop doing that.”
“i actually don’t give a fuck what you told me, alright — i’m— i’m comin’ to claim what’s rightfully mine. okay? that’s you, by the way. i don’t know who’s been keepin’ you fucked and fed or whatever but i’m not letting that shit run anymore, okay — you’re mine. i’ll be there in five, be ready.”
you’re not given a chance to decline, or respond for that matter because he hangs up— leaving you disorientated and sleepy on your lonesome. there’s still that obedience in you, and you find yourself pushing up to your feet, wiping beneath your eyes as you prepare to let him inside.
୨🫖୧ ⏜ ♡̶
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toxicex!rafe randomly sending you photos he’s taken of you with messages like “this set was my favourite”, “miss this cute lil ass”, “look how much you liked it” like pls sir say hi like a normal person
LOOK HOW MUCH YOU LIKED IT IS CRAZYY😭 starting conversation with a pic of you taking his dick from behind and you just respond “whatever happened to hello?”
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what if reader had a moment of weakness and messaged toxicex!rafe… maybe a picture with an “miss you daddy” 🥺💞
yessss . if she’s anything like me, yes 😞
always telling him to leave you alone and then when he actually leaves you alone you’re sending him a video of you like this with the caption “just miss u daddy :(” and he’s like ?!?!(!?!(!(?(!,
he’d call u sooooo fast whilst he’s searching for his car keys 😭
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toxic!exrafe def sees your break up as a break, u r not getting rid of him that easily
yeah bc why does he still text you every day😭 and why do you text back 🤨
moans
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calling toxicex!rafe when you’re home alone and scared and he takes it as an opportunity to play hero and try and win you back ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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one thing about rafe, if you call him he’s gonna pick up instantly.
“yeah?” he tries not to sound too excited.
“okay i hate that i have to do this, and don’t get any ideas but — i’m really scared right now ‘cos i swear i heard a sound outside my window n’i’m home alone and i just need you to come over and check just incase. please rafe i don’t know who else to call.” your poor little voice is quivering, all panicked and concerned and he can’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming pride. you were still his, even if you denied it.
“alright, you know i got you. stay put, yeah? i’ll be over there as fast as i can. you gonna be okay for another ten minutes?” he drawls, swinging his keys round his finger as he happily swaggers out the front door to his truck.
“mm… i think so. just hurry, please?” you let your guard down for a second, none of the usual sass or brattiness that you’d give him post-breakup to show him how well you’re doing without him — just pure vulnerability and fear, and he fucking loved it.
he shows up as quickly as possible, casually arriving at your door— making you jump when he knocks. he hears you fearful whimper through the door and bites back a smirk. “its me, kid. let me in.”
you have a moment of weakness when you swing the door open. maybe it’s the relief, or the way he’s standing there in a hoodie and sweat-shorts looking so cozy and unlike himself— but your eyes fill with tears, and you throw your arms around him. “oh god, i was so scared.” you sniffle and he beams, rubbing at your back.
“you’re fine, c’mon baby.” he hums, lifting you below your ass and walking you inside.
“rafe.” you groan at the cross of boundary, knowing that was too much affection for an ex.
“yeah yeah.” he puts you down and shuts your door. “so where’s this intruder, huh? or did you make that up to get me over here.” he teases, his hand staying on your back as you walk through to the living room.
“i swear i heard twigs snapping outside the window, it sounded like a person.” you pout and he snickers, shaking his head.
“probably the wind. or— or a raccoon or some shit.” he stuffs his hands into his pockets, watching you sit down on the couch. he stays standing, not sure what to do with himself. you physically relax at his words, realising how silly you’d been.
“yeah… i guess you’re right actually.” you sigh, before your eyes glance up at him. he suspected you felt okay enough to kick him out, and he couldn’t have that — so he jumps back into action.
“i don’t know, actually — you - you know, there’s some maniacs out there, right? maybe someone was watching you.” his mouth turns downward as he shrugs casually, watching the way your brows furrow.
“what? really?” that vulnerable voice was back. right where he wanted you. he nods, a faux concerned frown on his face as he scratches at his cheek casually, slowly rounding to sit down next to you on the couch.
“mm, yeah… yeah i think it’s… probably best i stay the night, right? safety in numbers and shit.” he drawls, voice low and raspy now that he was so close. your eyes flutter, wanting so badly not to give in — but the thought of staying the night alone was spooking you out, so you indulged yourself.
“…okay.” you agree unsurely, mirroring his nod without realising.
“yeah? you know i’ll protect you.”
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(toxicexbf!rafe) why did rafe and reader break up?
i think you just woke up one day and was like this man is crazy and i need to be with someone who’s not crazy, yk? he’s possessive, threatened to kill everyone you spoke to, always getting himself into crazy situations and you just couldn’t handle it. but once you break up you realise life is boring without him 😩
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mmm toxicex!rafe so yummy
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I lowkey love imagining making toxicex!rafe jealous by flirting and touching all up on jj (2 sexy men battling for reader’s attention is so yummy) but i know how rafe is and i think if he ever saw that, with jj maybank of all people, he’d probably try and k*ll jj or at least wanna beat him to a point that’s close to that. sooooo i don’t think that could realistically work :(
yea i agree. cos as sexy as the idea of touchin on jj to make rafe jealous is, i care too much abt jj to set him up like that 😭😭
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being the spoiled, ex prom queen, cheerleader, kook princess — who also happens to be rafe cameron’s toxic ex girlfriend.
you had to give credit where it was due. since you’d dumped rafe, he’d stepped his game up. you didn’t know how he did it, where he got all the money and the alleged gold, but you had to say, you were impressed. you knew he hoped you’d be watching his moves, knew it was most likely to impress you. turning up to one of his infamous tanny hill parties alone was a weak moment on your end, but you’d be damned if you were going to let him know that.
heads turn when you enter, not just because you were the infamous ex girlfriend, but because you looked good— and you wouldn’t have it any other way, stepping through the crowd confidently holding back a giggle at the sight of rafe boredly talking to a girl who looked like she’d taken a dip into your wardrobe. cute.
as soon as he sees you, he’s doing a double take — quickly pointing her in the direction of his friend and all but shooing her away, attempting to seem nonchalant all at the same time. you take your cue, walking over to him already holding an air of mischief, given away by the impish smile you wear.
“can i help you with something?” he drawls, but he can’t help the way the corner of his lips turn upward, or the way his eyes rake over your little outfit.
“mm, i don’t know. thought i’d swing by for old times sake, see what you were up to.” you sigh, eyes dragging down to his button up shirt, your hand reaching out to fiddle with a button. “this is cute.” you add on quietly.
“you think i don’t know that face? you want something so… out with it, please.” he blinks at you, going to remove your hand from him but he holds onto it.
“i can’t just say hi?” you bat your eyelashes with obvious faux innocence, tilting your head. “came here ‘cos i’m bored. play with me.” you step closer, not removing your doe eyes from him for a second as you invade his space. he sucks in a breath of self restraint, shifting on his feet.
“play with— that what you’re doin’ now? finally settin’ that pride aside for some dick, do i have that correct? you—you know i heard you were fucking on that maybank kid. so what… he not doin’ it for you? hm?” he stares down at you, eyes hanging low at the lust he was holding back.
“where’d you hear that? you keeping tabs on me rafey? that’s sweet.” you pur, smoothing his linen shirt down with your hands, manicured nails scratching him lightly through the fabric.
“people talk, alright?” he breaks his gaze, mainly to look around to see if any of his friends were watching him act like a total pussy whipped bitch over his ex.
“hmm. thought it was above you to listen to rumours. anyway, who said i want anything for myself? maybe i miss doing other things.” you defend, voice soft and velvety as a feather. to sell your point, your stand on your tiptoes, pulling him in closer to speak quietly into his ear. your glossed lips graze his jaw as you speak, leaving your pink mark on him. “c’mon daddy, just let me suck it a little. don’t you miss it?” you all but moan, and he licks his lips before his eyes flutter in irritated self control, nostrils flaring.
“you know it’s — it’s not fair to play with me like that. just… toying around with me when you’re bored. it’s sick, okay? you understand that?” he complains, pants tightening involuntarily.
you giggle, reaching behind him to the drinks table and plucking out a straw before dropping it into his drink and taking it out his hand, sucking the harsh liquid through the straw for a moment, “fine… you really want me to go… i’ll go.” you spin on your heel, taking one smug step before he winces at his own decisions, looking around and following you closely.
“shit, wait— okay?” he blurts and you freeze, slowly spinning back to him with a smile. he stares at you for a beat, lips parted in thought before he speaks. “are you… actually fucking jj maybank?”
you stare, thinking up a response before you look around. “does it matter? where’s your little girlfriend anyway?” there’s some victory for him, because he can hear the bitterness in your tone. he takes another step forward, lips pursed.
“shes not my girlfriend, a’ight? and — and yes it matters. okay? shit, seems like you’re keeping tabs on me. you know if you miss me you can just use your damn words.”
“miss you? my friend said she saw you sitting in your car alone blasting bryson tiller. you miss me.” you bite back a laugh and he closes the space between you until there was barely a gap between your bodies, the oldest cameron looming over you.
“gonna deny it, huh? saying… you don’t miss me?” he challenges and you widen your eyes up at him, switching the innocent act on once more.
“miss you? but you were so mean? how could i miss that? i do however, miss this.” your hand snakes down his stomach and cups his alarmingly hard bulge through his pants making him tense up, looking around before smacking your hand away.
“chill — yeah? we’re in public, i don’t know if you realised.”
“so let’s go somewhere more private.” you propose, staring him down. he knows if he does, it’ll only be you that gets what you want — but he can’t resist, pressing his lips together with a nod.
“fine, okay. shit… such a little brat, ‘know that?”
“mhm, you love it.” you grin, letting him lead you through the house to the bedroom upstairs.
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au’s 🍥🎀
john b:
daddy!johnb , outlaw!johnb, dad!johnb, dbf!johnb stepbro!johnb, apocalypse!johnb, toxicex!johnb, firefighter!johnb
jj:
outlaw!jj, farmhand!jj, linecook!jj, campcounselor!jj, mascot!jj, bbf!jj, bsf!jj, dealer!jj, apocalypse!jj, dad!jj, spiderman!jj, piercer!jj, prisoner!jj, stepbro!jj, babydaddy!jj, toxic!jj, toxicex!jj. criminal!jj, shittysoundcloudrapper!jj, firefighter!jj, streamer!jj, onlyfans!jj
rafe:
boxer!rafe, bountyhunter!rafe, prisoner!rafe, dad!rafe, babydaddy!rafe, dealer!rafe, olderbrother!rafe, stepbro!rafe, dbf!rafe, apocalypse!rafe, pervyneighbour!rafe, fratboy!rafe, gooner!rafe, pogue!rafe, harryosbourne!rafe, toxicex!rafe, lord!rafe, sleepover!rafe
pope:
kook!pope, tattooartist!pope, drummer!pope, dbf!pope, apocalypse!pope, hotpizzadeliveryboy!pope, drivinginstructor!pope
reader:
bunny!reader, kitty!reader, puppy!reader, deer!reader, innocent!reader, shy!reader, bratty!reader, apocalypse!reader, cheerleader!reader, pinkpilatesprincess!reader, waitress!reader, pregnant!reader, kook!reader, pogue!reader, youngmilf!reader, spoiledexgf!reader, mouse!reader, receptionist!reader, limbreysdaughter!reader, sherrifsdaughter!reader
threeway ships:
jj x reader x john b • rafe x kook!reader x jj • jj x mouse!reader x pope • john b x reader x sarah • jj x reader x maggie • firefighter!john b x receptionist!reader x firefighter!jj
#just tryna keep track cos i write soooo many aus#gonna keep adding to this#lemme know if i missed any ♡
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princess i have a little timeline in my head of all the rafes
s1 rafe is definitely frat!rafe youre dating him n all, s2 rafe is where toxicex!rafe comes in with all the obsessive behavior n stuff, and finally s3 rafe is the fully committed babydaddy!rafe we all know n love
this !!! i whole heartedly agree !!!! post s3 is where you get into future boxer rafe territory….. mm
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