#toxicex!rafe

[princessbrunette]

once toxic ex rafe has gotten reader to give in to him and they’re fucking all he does is threaten to cum in her so she can’t leave him again - 🤍

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he pushes down on your lower stomach whilst he continues to hammer into you, leaving you breathless and totally defenceless.

“think m’fuckin’ pullin’ out this time? huh?” he’s panting, but clearly breathing deeply holds less importance to him than berating you whilst he’s balls deep.

“don’t say that!” you mewl, but you feel hot all over in shame at the fact you know that he felt you clench hard around him when he said it. it’s probably the reason he scoffs out a mean chuckle. this right here was the reason you left in the first place. he’s fucking insane.

“dont say that— kid, if i listened to everything you told me to do, right — i wouldn’t be here back where i belong in your god damn guts would i? quit making demands, just lay back and take that shit.” he leans over you, punctuating his point by placing one hand on your neck and the other firmly over your mouth, somehow using this new position as leverage to continue fucking into you.

your whole body jostles with each thrust, whiny, pained moans falling from you uncontrollably as he fucks you the way he’d been waiting to fuck you again for ages. “yeah. shit that— that’s better, some peace n‘quiet.” he murmurs, lips parted and eyes concentrated on your body, watching the way you take him. you squeeze around him again and he licks his lips. “uh-huh. acting like you didn’t miss this shit. just needed reminding, that right? hey maybe i should knock you up. what’d you say huh? that way… you won’t be able to leave again? that sound good to you, huh?”

he removes his hand from over your mouth for a moment, using that same palm to deliver a harsh little smack to your cheek to provoke an answer.

“you cant!” you wail, but you can’t stop your walls from fluttering. unfortunately, in the moment it did infact sound good to you.

“i cant? alright.” with an alarming lack of effort, rafe manhandles you to lay on your front, yanking your ass into the air to push back inside you like nothing changed. “i can’t.” he scoffs under his breath before leaning forward to your ear, wrapping a hand back around your throat you pull your face out from the sheets. “watch me.” he hisses before shoving your face back down, hand on the back of your head as he speeds up his thrusts.

your heart hammers, because this time you believe him.

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[rowdydevs]

ToxicEx!Rafe, who plays in the NHL and Popstar!Reader (<- Short and Sweet Tour) who performs in his city, and of course, he comes to the show. The reader has been rumored to be dating the captain of the opposing team he’ll play the next night, which he was already fuming about.

With how things ended between them, she couldn't help but stare up at the box seating the other guy was watching from as she showed the crowd the “new freaky position,” ruining Rafe’s whole night in a second. Now, he can only imagine the two of them doing that. He has the entire night to work himself up about it, too, studying her socials and his hoping to catch what hotel she's at because she won't answer.

Right before puck-drop she waves at the captain; the simple gesture’s enough for Rafe to go on a full-on rampage. At the same time, the reader sits against the glass; all smiles as she watches the man she’s only had a drink with once and her handsome asshole of an ex go back and forth, throwing jabs at each other from the penalty box, hearing bits and pieces of most of it but watching it all on the Jumbotron. Rafe gets thrown into the box five times, only to get ejected from the game, and it takes all but five minutes for her phone to start blowing up with Rafe begging to talk.

[lustnluv]

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 🥰

[princessbrunette]

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.

[princessbrunette]

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

[princessbrunette]

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 !!!

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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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[princessbrunette]

toxicex!rafe in his feelings 😓

[princessbrunette]

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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[princessbrunette]

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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[princessbrunette]

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.

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[princessbrunette]

byeeeeeee bc as soon as he gets a fresh buzz your kitty would just KNOW-throbbing all day and it’s not gonna stop until he gives us his cock 💞

him showing up to a party on saturday with a fresh haircut, new chain, wearing pants that basically HIGHLIGHT his bulge and your friends keep threatening to chain you to a tree like a werewolf so you don’t fuck him. you find a way to get to him anyway

[princessbrunette]

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?”

[princessbrunette]

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 😭

[princessbrunette]

do you have any thoughts on why the exbfs broke up with their readers?

-🌧️ (does that even make sense)

i think i’ve only covered rafe, jj and john b as exes (because who’d break up with pope my perfect angel……) i’d say reader broke up with rafe because he was just too crazy and explosive and her friends got in her head telling her that she didn’t need that in her life (they hated him) john b and reader mutually broke up after a couple of emotional arguments because he was always chasing treasure and stuff and reader felt neglected. reader dumped jj because he’s kinda the same person as toxic!jj just on a different part of the timeline, and would get super possessive and emotional whenever she’d so much as talk to the opposite gender and she needed a break from the drama (even though she misses him like crazy and always goes back to him!)

[princessbrunette]

toxicex!rafe — the moodboard ♡

[princessbrunette]

toxic ex rafe ruining readers social life until she gets back with him

in like…. the most toxic way too. approaches one friend and tells her all the negative shit you ever complained to rafe about her when you were together. approaches another friend that he knows has always given him the eyes and goads her into flirting with him. approaches another friend and tells her it’s best if she just left you alone and that she’s no good for you. you’ll have no one left, with no choice but to run back to rafe :/