⇢ rafe wears his badge like a shield and a weapon, more for control than anything else. from the outside looking in, people think you’re 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, it’s always with that same smug grin, like he knows he’s 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 you’re too scared to call for help anyway, because rafe has this charm about him that can fool anyone. he’s 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 don’t 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 rafe’s face, trying to fend him off. you’re the one who gets a talking to about keeping your hands to yourself, and you’re the one that’s 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 they’re always visible, always reachable. rafe doesn’t need to point one at you for you to feel the threat, though he has before. it’s the way his hand lingers on his belt if he comes home in a bad mood, or if he’s wearing it when you say something he doesn’t like. it’s when he pulls his guns out, ‘just to clean them’, after a particularly nasty argument.
⇢ he tells you if you try to leave him, he’ll 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 they’re 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. you’re reminded on many occasions that rafe could easily take them from you, that you’d 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 he’s 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 don’t ever get the brunt of rafe’s 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.
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 ‘woop woop’ 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 “hey sweetheart”
You head whipped to the side to look out the window. Seeing Rafe “Rafe?! The fuck are you doing pulling me over??” He grinned. His thumbs tucked into his tactical vest “someone was goin’ over the limit, baby.” You roll your eyes “you do the exact same and you’re a cop” he chuckled “I know, I just saw your plate and wanted to see you, while I’m on shift.” You nodded “touché… so officer? Any big things happen today??”
He leans down so he can talk to you better “hmm not much, few speeding, one dui… you know, the usual…” you nod. “And do officers take a kiss as an apology for going over five above the limit?” He smirked “hmm for now, yeah, officer Cameron would take that as a temporary apology…” you rolled your eyes. You lean out of the window and give him a peck. “Not good enough, sweet girl.” “What?!” “You heard…” “babe…” Rafe grinned “not babe, its officer, right now”
You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. “Alright, officer…” you give him and another kiss. This time a proper and longer one. He pulled away “thank you” he stood straight again. He glanced to the road then to you. His thumbs still tucked into the armpit of the tactical vest. “You’re lucky you’re cute, I’m lettin’ ya off this time, no ticket for you pretty girl…” you look up at him. “Bullshit, you just don’t wanna do the paperwork.” You grin as he chuckles and shake his head “I like your logic, babe…” you smile “thank you…”
“That doesn’t mean you’re getting away with it when I get home…” “gonna need to teach you a lesson on how you shouldn’t sass the officer…I saw the eye rolls, can’t hide it from me, sweetheart” you blush slightly. “You can’t hide that blushin’ either…”
A voice over the radio speaks, Rafe looks back to you. Quickly leaning down and pressing two quick kisses to your soft lips. “Gotta go, see you later, I love you” you smiled “I love you too, go get those bad guys.” You smirk as he playfully rolled his eyes.
As he walks away, he calls out “don’t forget I’m not done with you, baby!” 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 ‘OBX PD’ training tee. Or the sweatpants, he liked you lost in the shorts though.
You couldn’t wait for him to get home to you. If it wasn’t illegal to actually speed. You’d do it more just for him to pull you over. The half-assed stern look he’d 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 ‘stop’ sign because no one was there. So you didn’t think you needed to stop and wait a few seconds. He taught you a good lesson on that one…
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 hasn’t 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 “I still haven’t taught you a lesson about speeding have I?” You gasp as his knee goes between your legs. He smirked “words” “no, officer…” he smirked “you look so good in my tee baby..” 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… 👀 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? Haven’t 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. There’s like a case where reader didn’t do it but Rafe wants to point the blame at them but he’ll let it go if she marries him or how he’s always clearing her record but with a price idk 🤷🏻♀️ I’m just in my creative mood right now
👨🦲 Anon
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 town’s serial killer but he’s 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 didn’t call them, it must’ve been the neighbors again. your kids are gone for the night, which is a relief. rafe probably wouldn’t have went as far as to full on choke you to the brink of passing out if they were here.
you’d fought back hard, terrified for your life. the evidence was welting on the side of rafe’s face, scratches left by your nails.
but this time, there’s no female officer when rafe goes to the door. instead, two male officers stand in the doorway — tall, broad, and uniformed. suddenly, you aren’t just scared…you’re outnumbered.
it’s 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.
“everything alright here, rafe?”
“everything’s fine,” he says, “just a little disagreement.” he rubs the back of his neck, like he’s the victim. “my girl just got a bit worked up, lost her temper.”
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. they’ve heard all about the problems rafe has to put up with at home.
you haven’t even said a word yet, but you can already feel that it’s you against all threeof them. men who wear the same badge as rafe and speak the same language, men who protect each other before they’d protect you.
when you do try to step forward and say something, rafe’s hand is already raising, his voice louder than yours. “she’s been having a rough time. anxiety, medication changes and stuff. she did sratch me up pretty good, too.”
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 rafe’s skin, then at you.
your voice is shaky as you try to will yourself to speak, “he…he grabbed me first. he—,”
“she’s confused,” rafe interrupts, tone steady and authoritative. the story’s written before you can even tell your side.
“miss,” one of the officers begins, “we understand things get heated between couples, but putting your hands on someone? that’s not how adults handle conflict.”
you open your mouth to speak, but the other one cuts in, “you’re lucky rafe doesn’t press charges.” he nods towards the pink scratches on rafe’s cheek as if they’re claw marks from an animal, “that could be a domestic battery charge, easy. jail time. and trust me, the courts don’t go easy on that stuff anymore.”
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 doesn’t say anything. he just stands tall in the living room, chin up, arms crossed in a way that shows he’s calm and knows he’s in control.
you’re practically shrunk in on yourself, anxiously fidgeting, eyes puffy and watery.
“i can get her to calm down, she’s not a threat or anything.” rafe’s words are so smooth, they don’t even question it. he’s one of them, he’s credible.
“alright,” one officer says, “just keep it down, don’t wanna get called back.”
“of course,” rafe says with a nod, “thanks for coming out.”
as soon as they’re gone, he’s chuckling and shaking his head in a mocking way.
“i told you,” he says, “didn’t i? didn’t i tell you how this would go?”
you don’t say anything, you just wipe the fresh tears as they fall, eyes cast down.
“you don’t know anything about the law. you think you do, but you don’t. you’re lucky i didn’t let them take you in,” he says.
but you don’t feel lucky. you just feel humiliated, and silenced.
