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winterrrnight · 2 months

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“the blue in your eyes” — new beginnings chapter IV

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe cameron x mom!reader

WARNINGS: n/a

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It’s been over one week since Sage joined Rafe’s class. You've noticed the big increase in her happiness; she comes home with a big grin gracing her face, and she proudly shows you her art pieces and small arithmetic and alphabet assignments she did with a huge good star adorning almost each one of them.

“Mamma look, Fafe gave me a star!” She would tell you, jumping around as you look at the star, along with the ‘very well done!’ written next to it.

You’re on your way to pick her up from the school, after finishing up with your own work. As you walk inside the school, you notice Rafe, Sage, and the rest of her classmates sitting in the grass in a circle. You can hear the little children giggling and Rafe laughing along with them. You can't help but smile at the sight; watching Rafe being extremely sweet with the children, always praising them when they do the little things right.

“Okay Sage it’s your turn,” Rafe smiles, handing her a football. “What do you love most?”

“My mamma!” She says, without hesitating even for a second. You softly gasp as you hear those words come from her mouth, deciding to stay here just for a moment more to see how this conversation unfolds.

“And what do you love about her?” Rafe asks her next, the smile still tugging on the corners of Rafe’s lips.

“She is pretty,” Sage sighs. “and she makes me happy.”

Hearing Sage not only call you pretty, but say you make her happy has tears pricking your eyes quickly. A soft smile takes over your face as you watch how Sage glows talking about you, her sweet grin never leaving her, and her little pigtails bouncing when she nods her head. These are the moments when you realize how lucky you are to have Sage in your life.

In the next few minutes Rafe wraps up the class and more parents appear to pick up their children. As Sage spots you, she comes rushing you and clutches onto your legs, hugging them tightly.

“Hey baby,” you smile, bending down to her level as you press a kiss to her cheek. “Did you have a good day?”

She looks up at you and nods her head, a grin on her face. Although you can see she’s feeling tired, her eyes droopy and yawns escaping her lips. “Good day,” she smiles at you, and hugs you. You hug her back, his head nuzzling in your neck. You laugh as you pick her up, her resting on your hip. Just as you get up, you see Rafe looking at you from a distance. You can't help but smile at him, and he waves at you.

A few seconds pass and you’re still looking at him, a smile persistent on your face. Sage’s body relaxes in your arms, and you see she’s almost asleep. You give Rafe a small nod of your head and walk back to where your car is parked.

You set Sage in her car seat, her now being completely asleep. As you close her door, you turn around to see Rafe walking to you.

“Hey,” you smile at him as he approaches you.

“Hi,” he says back, a similar smile on his face. You take a moment to look in his bright blue eyes, the light shining on them to make them seem even brighter than usual.

He takes a look into the car window, seeing the small resting body of Sage. “She’s very smart, you know? And a bright ray of sunshine,” he says, smiling fondly at her.

“I wouldn’t doubt that, she absolutely adores you,” I say. “She comes back home each day with a huge smile on her face,” I sigh, my smile not leaving my face.

“She is just… such a beautiful addition to the class,” Rafe says softly. A moment of silence passes over you two as you steal a glance at Sage in your car, her resting deeply in her seat. The cotton floss clouds slowly shift in the sky, small streaks of golden, hazy sunlight falling on you two.

Just for a second, you see the sunlight strike across Rafe’s eyes, and they seem a brighter blue than usual. Not the usual navy blue, but a sapphire blue instead; the pupil seeming even darker. Your own eyes almost widen at the ethereal sight; it seems as if his eyes just changed colors.

“Uh y/n?” Rafe calls softly. You blink yourself out of your daze and let a small smile grace your face, noticing how the sunrays aren’t falling across his eyes anymore and they’ve returned to their usual dark blue.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, you just seemed a little lost there… is everything alright?” He asks, furrowing his brows a little.

And it happens again.

The sunlight falls, and the electric blue appears again. But you try your best to not distract yourself much from it.

“Yeah yeah,” you say, “everything’s alright,”

Silence falls over you two again, but it’s short lived before Rafe speaks again.

“Listen I uh… I wanted to ask you something,” Rafe says. You tilt your head slightly, your brows furrowed slightly.

“Hm?” You hum, wanting him to continue.

He seems to be fumbling with his words, not knowing what to say as his gaze refuses to meet yours, his eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“I was wondering if…” he takes a deep breath, and you notice his hands are at his back, and your first intuition is that he’s probably fiddling with his fingers the way he seems so flustered. “I was wondering if you’d like to grab some coffee with me sometime…” He says, and his voice fades by the end of the sentence, the words dissolving in the air around you.

The creases in your forehead relax and your eyes widen slightly as you process the words.

You and Rafe. Out for coffee. That sounds like a date…

“I mean, we don’t have to have coffee, we can go to some other place if that’s more of your thing…” he rambles. “We don’t even have to go to some food place, we can go for uh… movies and such, or uh… an art museum maybe…”

You can’t help but softly smile at him. His cheeks tinted with a light pink as he rambles on, listing possible locations of where you can go as his gaze refuses to meet yours. It feels as if you’re a teenager, your first crush asking you out.

“Rafe,” you say softly, and he looks up at you. “The offer is beautiful but…” you take a deep breath, “are you sure it’s okay for you to go out for coffee with a… a parent?”

“Of course it is,” he says almost immediately. “Don’t think of me as your child’s teacher I just… I would love to get to know you better,”

You can’t help but smile at his words. The idea sounds quite nice to you, not to mention how Rafe has caught your eye since you first ever saw him.

Since you ended your marriage, you were busy with raising Sage, leaving you no time to put yourself out there for dating whatsoever. You barely even had time to even make a simple conversation with someone, seeing how you were always busy with either taking care of Sage or your own job.

But this? It feels right.

“Then it’s okay,” you say. “I’ll love to have some coffee with you,”

You can see how Rafe’s eyes light up; metaphorically and literally as the sunlight strikes against them and they turn the sharp electric blue, but it’s only momentary. His lips pull into a grin and he nods at you. “Sounds wonderful,” he says softly.

You acknowledge him with a nod of your own head, and pass on a smile.

This is good. This feels good.

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maybanksbabe · 11 months

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Baby girls bio dad coming back when she’s like 15 wanting to be part of her life so reader and rafe talk with her and he tells her he loves her and he’ll always be her dad no matter what she chooses but she decides rafe is the only dad he wants in her life

AND HE WOULD TAKE THAT PERSONALLY. Rafe's been there for her more than he ever has but he'd totally respect if she wanted her bio dad in her life but she's only ever known Rafe and doesn't want anyone else to be her dad 😫😭

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x single mom!reader #stepdad!rafe #libra speaks

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 months

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(rafe stuff comin soon but heres a eeny beeny teeny thought!!)

stepdad!leon kennedy x obsessed!naive!reader...

shes so obsessed with him...obsessed with everything that has anything to do with him. following him around the house like a lost pup.

one day u get really jealous after overhearing a phone call he had with your mom (she's always out somewhere---either with her friends or... God knows where--so it is truly just you and leon alone). obviously you know that leon has to keep up the image of being a loving doting husband, but when you hear him say the simple words, "i miss you too--alright love you too, bye." to end the brief phone call between the two of them, your face blushes and heats up with possessiveness.

just completely taking leon by surprise--usually he is the one in control,but right now you cant take it anymore!! he was yours, not hers!!!

just bouncing on his cock and grinding ur engorged button on the trimmed hair of his pelvis as you cry. his big arms encaging your smaller body and you just feel so so good!!! except u remember the conversation between leon n ur mom and u start getting angry.

"u--u love me?" u simper out, bottom lip pulled out in a pout as tears sprout from ur eyes n fall down ur face. ur desperate.

leon adjusts his body so his head is against the pillows as you ride, his large and strong hands controlling your bouncing movements. he doesn't respond, not exactly hearing you as you clench your sopping cunt around his veiny cock, small grunts falling from his lips.

you lower a bit, your chest pressed against his as you catch his eyes with yours. "answer!" you whine, sniffling.

"wh-?" he begins, and you cut him off. his eyebrows are pulled together in both confusion and concentration.

"you l-love me, r-right daddy?" his cock is pummeling inside of your pussy as he pounds his hips up into yours.

"o-'f course I do, baby.." his voice is so soft as he takes the back of his hand, wiping away your tears and pushing your face to mesh with his, sloppy kisses sounding between the two of you.

"ur only m-mine!" you cry out again, wrapping your smaller hand around his throat. "s-say it."

"i--" he chokes out, slightly surprised by your burst of dominance that you seem to be having. however, he can see right through it. just a frightened little girl afraid of being abandoned. but he would never. you mean everything and more to him. he can feel your hand tighten around his throat, nothing too bad --and he can still breathe. its just the hint of shock that chokes him up for a second.

he can tell you are worked up. must have been worked up for some time now. poor baby, he thinks. you sometimes got this way--too many emotions that flood in ur head all at once. it was overwhelming for you, and he understood that. his hands run along your torso for a second, then slow your jackrabbit-like hips down from its quick bouncing.

"shhh," he shushes you gently and he can feel your hand loosen. your eyes are big and glossy and begging. he takes your hand from his throat and kisses your palm gently, adjusting himself again so as to sit up and be skin to skin with you. he sees how upset you are. he throws your arms around his shoulders so you can be in his lap. close to him. "i'm yours baby--yours and only yours, yeah?"

your eyes are big and pleading as he leans forward, the thrusts have momentarily halted so that he can place you properly in his lap; but he's still inside of you. he kisses your lips gently--so tenderly that it tickles. "you're everything to me, mk? i love you so much.."

you whine, feeling his hands run across your back and the sides of your torso. your still breathing heavily through your nose---but he can see your calming down. he kisses across your neck to your cheek. "gimme some deep breaths, okay?"

you nod, and he breaths deep along with you for a few seconds.

"what's got you so worked up, honey? hm?" his voice is so soft and sweet. so saccharine. it makes you melt even more in his hold.

"don' like you talkin to her.." you whimper out, and he automatically knows. you and your mom never had the best relationship. she was always very mean to you, and you especially didn't like her cuz you have seen her cheating on your stepdad. she just wanted him for money or a warm body to sleep next to. she was very verbally abusive. that is why you loved when she was gone. which she almost always was. leon knew all of this. he was planning on a divorce for a while now, but wanted to wait until you started back at college. he wanted to be with you.

"oh, sweet girl..." he sighs, kissing your lips. "she means nothing to me, baby. need you to understand that, m'okay?"

you nod, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "mkay, daddy."

leon smiles gently before kissing you slowly, beginning to use calloused hands for a soft touch as he plays with your peaked nipples.

"know why i love kissin' you so slowly baby?" you shake your head no, a little mew leaving your lips. his tongue drags along yours. "cuz it feels like we have all the time in the world together."

you sigh at his words, beginning to start up your grinding and he helps you pick up your speed.

"all yours, princess. daddy's all yours."

#leon kennedy #tw: stepcest #stepdad!leon x reader #stepdad!leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #dark!leon kennedy #stepdad!leon kennedy x innocent!reader #obsessed!reader

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cameronspecial · 4 months

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Assisting In Deception (Part 3)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Two months into the relationship, Rafe finally gets to meet her family.

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Two months of being Rafe Cameron’s faceless girlfriend on social media has gone by faster than Y/N expected. Every time they would arrange a date, he would post a picture featuring her in some way. Her hand holding his. The back of her head faces the camera while she looks out his car window. A mirrored picture of them with her head buried into his chest. The media has been going crazy about them and has abandoned anything the contractors have said. How could Rafe possibly have multiple children when he is so in love with his girlfriend? So far, no one has figured out her identity and she is very thankful for that.

The cool November air hits her face as she makes her way over to his car. She enters the car and looks over at him in his dress shirt and pants. He looks so hot with one hand on the wheel and his other on the back of her headrest as he backs out of the parking space. The sleeves of his shirt are folded up his forearms; she has to stop herself from drooling at the veins that are prominently showing. With all their dates over the past few months, Y/N can’t help but feel her crush on the man slowly start to find real legs to stand on. He’s still stoic and reserved, but he is starting to relax a little bit with her. She knows a few of his favourite things more than what she already knew from being his assistant and she feels as though he knows some of her favourites as well. Sometimes he does things that she never remembered telling him about, like he would buy her salads but without any dressing because she doesn’t like dressing or condiments.

The drive is quiet for the most part until Y/N’s interest is piqued by the playlist playing. All the songs are ones that she likes and she looks over at him. ‘Is this my playlist?” she questions, reaching for the screen to look through the songs. He looks over at her with a nonchalant look, “Yeah, the one on Spotify.” She loops her hair behind her ear and anxiously twirls the bottom of the strand between her fingers. She nods her head. “I didn’t know that you found my Spotify,” she confesses. He again places his arm around her seat so that he can reverse the car into the parking spot. “I did. You always play your music out loud at the office when we are the only ones there. A few songs got stuck in my head that I didn’t know the name of.” She lets out a giggle at the thought of Mr. Serious singing “Call Me Maybe”.

He shakes his head at her laughter and gets out of the car once it is parked. He makes his way to the passenger side of the car, holding his hand out to help her out. She whispers her thanks as they enter the restaurant. It is his turn to pick where they go out and it doesn’t surprise her that he picks a restaurant she mentioned that she wants to try in passing once.

This date isn’t to flaunt their status on social media but to give her a chance to give him a rundown of her family before they attend Francine’s engagement party. He gives his name to the host for their reservation and they are led to a private table at the back of the room. The lights are low and the privacy creates a romantic ambiance. He pulls out the chair for her, allowing her to sit down before pushing her in. He really is taking this boyfriend title seriously, which makes sense because he treats everything like business. She guesses that their relationship technically is. They get to talking once they’ve ordered and are left in private. “So my mom’s name is Phoebe,” Y/N begins but is interrupted by Rafe.

“She’s a kindergarten teacher and she married your stepdad, Nate, when you were ten, right?”

Y/N looks at him surprised that he remembered what she has told him over the last three years of working for him. “Yeah, that’s right. He’s a mechanic. They had my little sister, Nancy, two years after they got married.”

“Okay. And if I’m not mistaken, your stepdad took your mom’s last name and your sister is crazy about art. I noticed the drawing you have framed on your desk has her name written on it.”

She nods at his questions and takes her hair into her hand. Rafe notices how she always plays with her hair whenever she is flustered and his lips turn to a slight smirk. She avoids eye contact; instead, adverting her attention to her fingers circling the rim of her glass. “It seems like you should be the one telling me about my family,” she jests, finally making eye contact with him again. He brings his hand under his nose and rubs it gently to hide his lips, “I’m sorry. Please, continue. You’ve only ever talked about your immediate family.” “Well, Francine is the cousin who is getting married. She and I are pretty close. She’s a therapist,” she continues. “Her fiancée, Gwen, is a nurse and they’ve been dating for eight years. All of my other family members you can just meet there, but I should probably warn you about Natalie. She is always trying to beat me at this competition which is all in her head. Her boyfriend is Richard and he’s just as bad as her, so you might just want to avoid them in general.”

At that moment, the waiter arrives with their food and places it in front of them. “Noted. Excuse me, could she actually get a fork please?” Rafe asks the waiter before he can leave. The waiter turns to confirm the request and scurries off once he gets the confirmation. She mutters her thanks and takes the chance to take a whiff of her ramen broth. She sways in delight at the scent. Rafe can’t help but let out an audible laugh. He takes his phone out and snaps a picture. Her face is visible in the photo, so he can’t post it just yet, but he likes the idea of it just being for him. Y/N gets her fork and immediately starts digging into her food. The quiet moan she lets out stirs something in his stomach that he doesn’t want to admit to.

They enjoy their food with small talk that has grown to something more in-depth over the last few months. The waiter returns with a dessert menu that Rafe only has to glance at before ordering. “She’ll have the matcha cheesecake and I’ll just have a matcha latte, please. Thanks,” he orders, returning the menu. Y/N can’t keep her curiosity anymore, “How do you know so much about me? Like that I can’t use chopsticks or that I like cheesecake.”

“I’m observant. I can’t help it. Plus, it’s easy when you show your emotions on your sleeve. Whenever we go out for company dinners, you always order cheesecake and that one time we ordered Chinese when we were working late, you had to use a fork.”

“Well, we can’t all be as icy as you. But you also know so much about my family.”

“You talk about them a lot. You are very proud of your sister and you like to talk about how your mom sometimes uses her teacher's voice with you as an adult.”

“Right. I guess I just never noticed how you were keeping all this information stored away.”

“Not a lot of people do.”

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Y/N lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. She can’t help but think about Rafe. The new side of him is one she’s never seen before and she feels herself falling for it. She’s scared of the possibility of what this might mean for her because, with each date they go on, her mind starts to blur the lines of what is real and fake. She has never been one for commitment and getting into a relationship is not scheduled in her planner for anytime soon. She’s still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her career, so she should focus on that.

Also, she worries about the media’s cruelty when they find out who she is. All the names she’ll be called. All the magazine covers she might be on. It all becomes more and more real the more she thinks about it. She has to stop herself from thinking about it before she spirals. Rafe would never let her deal with all of that by herself. He’d be there for her; she hopes. Y/N lets the lull of sleep pull her into its grasp as she fights her feelings for her boss.

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The day before Francine’s engagement party, Y/N goes to try on her dress she just got back from the dry cleaners. She unzips the bag and immediately notices the giant tear at the top of the dress. This is the only appropriate dress she has and now she doesn’t know what to do. It’s too late for her to get a dress and she has to work tomorrow before the party. Her first instinct is to call Rafe. “Is everything alright?” he worries, she never calls him this late. She shakes her head, forgetting he can’t see her, “No, the dry cleaners ruined my dress. I have nothing to wear for the engagement party tomorrow and I don’t know what to do.” “Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of it,” he promises before hanging up the phone. His promise does nothing to calm her because she has no idea what he could do to help her, but she trusts him. She decides she should turn it in for the night.

The next morning she is in the kitchen getting her morning coffee when a knock hits the door. Her eyebrows come together; she isn’t expecting anyone. She opens the door to see a man dressed in a suit with a chauffeur hat. He holds out a dry cleaner bag, “Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N. This is from Mr. Cameron. Goodbye.” The man leaves just as quickly as he appeared and she has no chance to ask any questions. She heads to hang the bag in her room, opening it once it is in her closet. The dress is a dusty pink floor-length dress. There is a high-slight that complements the off-the-shoulder sleeves and the sweetheart neckline is sure to display her bosom in a flattering manner. She tries on her dress, not understanding how he got the correct size so that it fits her perfectly. She doesn’t care how he knows, but she couldn’t be more thankful for the beautiful dress he got her.

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Rafe watches as Y/N readjusts her dress skirt before entering her aunt’s house, where Francine’s engagement party is being held. The gift is in his hand and he holds out his other one for her to take when she is done. He lets her cling to his arm to help her walk in her heels on the uneven path. The cars littering the streets of the New Jersey neighbourhood tell Y/N that they are one of the last ones to get here. She reaches up to knock on the door, but it opens before she can.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you are here,” Francine excites, reaching out to give her cousin a hug. “And this must be the boyfriend, Rafe. It’s so nice to meet you.” Rafe doesn’t expect the hug he receives from the petite brunette. He awkwardly returns the hug by letting go of Y/N’s hand. “Hey, Fran. Congrats,” Y/N felicitates. Rafe follows suit, “It’s nice to meet you too. Congratulations. Thank you for letting me be a part of the joyous occasion.” “No problem! Anyone who makes Y/N/N happy is welcome to join the festivities. Come in. Food and drinks are in the kitchen. Help yourselves,” Francine replies.

The couple makes their way inside to greet her family, which they find in the living room. They go through the general greetings before she introduces them to Rafe. “Mom, Dad, Nance. This is Rafe, my boyfriend. Rafe, this is my mom, dad and little sister.” Rafe reaches out his hand for her parents to shake but is pulled in for a hug by Phoebe. “It is nice to meet you, Mrs. and Mr. Y/L/N,” he says, still in the hug. Phoebe shakes, “Oh, please. Call us, Phoebe and Nate. We aren’t big on formalities here.”

He nods at the statement and turns towards the younger girl. Her freckled cheeks are burnt red under his gaze and she nervously puts her hair behind her ears. A habit that Rafe guesses she models from her sister. “And you must be Nancy. I’m a big fan of your art.” Her cheeks turn even more red and she lets out a little giggle, “Uhh, y-yeah. I-I-I can m-make you s-s-something if you want.” He gives her a simper and reaches into his wallet to pull out a couple hundred dollars. “I would love to commission a piece from you. Whatever this can get me,” he charms, handing her the money. Her giggles continue and she adverts her green eyes away from him. Nate takes the money from his youngest hands and gives it back to Rafe, “She can make you something for free. Thank you for offering though.” The fourteen-year-old frowns at her father’s words but grins when she sees one of her relatives pass by with a plate full of desserts and she falls behind him to the kitchen.

Y/N excuses herself from the conversation to head to the bathroom. As she exits the bathroom, she is corned by Natalie. “So, where is this so-called boyfriend of yours?” she smugly snides, looking around for Rafe. He spots the cousins from across the room and he isn’t sure who it is, but he is pretty sure he has a good idea who she is based on Y/N’s facial expression. He quickly swoops in to save her. He crosses the room and wraps his arm around her waist. He uses his other hand to turn her head toward him, leaning in so their lips are practically touching. He gives her the opportunity to choose if this goes further. She takes the chance and presses their lips together. Warmth builds in her belly as she moves her lips against his. His other arm finds its way around her waist like its pair and she wraps hers around his neck to deepen the kiss.

This is the first kiss they’ve shared since they started this “relationship”. They had no reason to kiss on the other fake dates because they didn’t need to put on a show for a live audience. And she can’t help but feel that this is a dangerous situation she is in. This kiss is pulling her further into the hole of her feelings for him.

The cough that Natalie lets out causes them to pull apart. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Rafe Cameron. Butterfly’s boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you,” he sneers, holding out his hand for her to shake. Y/N’s heart flutters at his new nickname for her. Natalie’s lips tighten as she notices how handsome Rafe is, “Natalie. It is a pleasure to meet you too. So how did you two meet?” Wanting to get away from her cousin, Y/N quickly interrupts the pair. “Actually, I’m feeling kinda peckish. Boss, how about we go get something to eat?” she suggests, not waiting for an answer. She pulls him into the kitchen and whispers once they are out of earshot, “Thank you for saving me.” He gives her the first full-fledged smile she’s seen him give someone. She’s only ever seen him smirk outside of work, never a genuine, teeth-showing smile. “You’re welcome.”

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Y/N sits at her desk focusing on inputting all of Rafe’s appointments from her work planner into his online calendar. She hears the loud whispers going around the office but thinks nothing of it because of her work. “How come you didn’t tell me that you were dating Mr. Cameron?” a voice pulls her out of her work. She looks up to see Jenna standing at her desk. Y/N’s eyebrows meet at a point, “What are you talking about?” Jenna lets out an exasperated sigh and shows Y/N an anonymous thread on Reddit. In the picture, Y/N and Rafe are standing in her aunt’s living room with Rafe’s arm wrapped around her neck behind her. His head rests on top of hers and they both have serene faces. If she didn’t know any better, she would think they were actually dating.

Even with the picture being posted anonymously, she still has an inkling as to who would have taken it. Y/N takes the phone out of the other girl’s hand and examines it further. She knew this was going to have to come out eventually, but she thought she had more time. “Uh, yeah. We wanted to keep it quiet for as long as we could. You know, to give this a real chance without the pressure of other people’s expectations on us,” she uses as an excuse. Jenna’s head moves up and down, “Makes sense. It would’ve been nice to know when the contractors were sprouting out all that stuff about Rafe. We wouldn’t have needed such a long meeting.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. But I let him soft launch our relationship to help out a little bit. Like Mr. Ward suggested.”

“Right. Well, congrats. I didn’t know you were the relationship type. You seem happy though, so I’m glad.”

Jenna leaves her work area and Y/N can’t help but think about what Jenna said. She knew that Jenna was right, but it still stung. The last relationship she had was when she was in high school. Since then, she’s dated a few guys for a few weeks but she was always the one to call it quits after a while. She isn’t sure why she never lets a guy closer to her for more than a few weeks; all she knows is that she gets the overwhelming need to flee. She is snapped out of the spiral when she hears her name leaving the lips of someone down the hall. “I knew she must have been sleeping with him. He’s always giving her special treatment,” Roger from accounting gossips to Linda.

“I know right, I always knew she was a slut, who would sleep her way to the top.”

So this is the start, the start of everyone having an opinion about who she is based on what they read on social media and know about her ‘relationship’ with Rafe. Her high school was filled with people from different social statuses and she knows the types of rumours that spread about dating between social statuses. Feelings could never be genuine when money was involved. Even if this relationship is fake, it still hurts her that people would say shit about her.

Y/N inhibition takes over and she needs to get out of the office. Lucky for her, Rafe was out of the city for a business meeting and he told her to leave whenever she wanted. She grabs her bags to leave and makes her way to the elevator. She feels the judgemental eyes of the other employees and sinks in on herself. The elevator arrives, letting herself sigh in relief once she is in the safety of the metal container. This makes her think that this is a big mistake.

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dcrkfics · 3 years

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Stealing Watches

summary | When Rafe steals a watch and you take the blame Ward finds a way to punish you.

warnings | smut, virginity loss, stepdad trope, stepcest, penetration, unprotected penetration, Daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, degradation, humiliation, infidelity, orgasm denial, noncon or slight dubcon, and more. 18+, MINORS DNI! I am not responsible for the media you decide to consume!

word count | 5k+

pairings | Step Father!Ward Cameron x stepdaughter!Reader.

A soft knock on your door prompted you to welcome whoever it was at the door. Of course it was Sarah and you already knew what she probably was going to ask you. “Y/n can you cover for me?” Sarah asked as she sat on your bed. She was younger than you but she was more outgoing than you ever were. She already had a couple of boyfriends and you hadn’t even had your first. Then again what did you expect from college full of guys like Rafe or even ten times worse. Not that you hadn’t had your first kiss because you had and even gone down on a couple of guys. “Going out with Topper again?” You smirked at her. “Yeah.” She smiled. “Have fun, don't worry I’ll cover for you.” You beamed. “Thank you, I love you so much.” She exclaimed before she hugged you and ran out of the door.

About twenty minutes later the sibling with no manners whatsoever barged into your room. “Hey y/n do you have $50 bucks I can borrow?” Rafe asked as he made his way into your room. “Why don’t you ask your rich dad?” You suggested. “He won’t give me any more money.” Rafe said as he sat on your bed. “Well don’t look at me I don’t have any money” You scoffed. “Ok well go ask dad? For me?” Rafe pleaded. “Rafe I can’t ask him for money if he won’t give you any I doubt he'd give me any.” You said. “He will because if he doesn’t treat you right I doubt your mom will give him any in bed.” Rafe said. “Rafe eww jesus you think I need that image in my head” You threw a pillow at him. “Fine, I'll do it but keep my mom's name out of your mouth.” You said as you got up. “Thank you.” Rafe said as he followed you out the door.

You softly knocked on Ward's office door before he yelled for you to come in. You don't interact with Ward much so every time you were around him he made you nervous. Something was off about him. Maybe it was his lingering looks or the way his eyes would darken for a quick second when he looked at you. He seemed like a man with secrets. Secrets so fuck up he has to pay money to hide them and he probably does hes the richest guy in all the outerbanks and as your friends say your mom is lucky that she was able to get her hands on him. While you were here having to put up with your new family she was in London probably enjoying herself.

“Everything ok Y/n?” Ward asked as he lifted his arms so he could rest on his elbows. You caught yourself staring at his toned arms and you slightly blushed as you realized what you had been staring at. “I umm I'm sorry to bother you but can I have $50 dollars?” You managed to ask without stuttering or your voice cracking. “You know you’ll have to pay me back.” He said something about the way he said it gave you goosebumps. “Ok” You squeaked out. He got up as he took out the money from his wallet. “Here.” He said as he handed you the money you reached out for it. “Thank you.” You said as he sat back down. He put his reading glasses back on as he looked at his mess of papers again. What an asshole you thought. He has millions and wants you to pay him back 50 miserable fucken dollars. You stared at him a bit expecting him to say something to you but when he didn’t you walked away and about 5 feet away from getting to the door Ward had called your name again. “Y/n '' Ward shot his head up to look at you. “Yes.” You turned around and made eye contact. You swear his eyes turned dark for a second. “Close the door on your way out.” He smiled. “Yeah sure.” You nod your head as you turn around. You were expecting more, you don’t why but you expected more communication. You don’t know if you were relieved or dissapointed.

When you left his office Rafe was standing there impatiently. “Here you go and you better pay me back because your dipshit of a father expects me to pay him back.” You grumbled as you threw the money at Rafe. “Pay him back? Why?” Rafe was confused because his fatherj could easily spend $10,000 dollars like if it was $10. “Maybe you guys are going broke or something.” You shrugged as you started going to your room. “Well I gotta go. You don’t want to come to this party or something Y/n?” Rafe asked.I'm fine Rafe.” you said. “Go have fun.” You continued walking until you got to your room.

After about 30 minutes of scrolling through instagram you couldn’t avoid it. All of your friends were literally posting about the party. Story after story, post after post, it made you want to go and enjoy yourself with them. But the thought of getting ready tired you already so you managed to muster up the energy to go downstairs and make yourself a sandwich or something to eat.

You walked to the kitchen bumping into Wheezie in the living room. She fell asleep on the couch watching her show. You put in some effort to be quieter in the kitchen. You didn’t want to wake her up. You got out all the things you needed to make a sandwich and began to prepare. While you prepared it suddenly you heard footsteps. Thinking it was Wheezie you turned around with a smile but when your eyes met Wards your smile faded. His mere presence made you extremely nervous. You still couldn’t wrap your finger around it. What exactly about Ward was it that would make your skin crawl and stomach turn? You don’t know and you hope you won't find out any time soon. You tried your best to ignore him politely. However he initiated conversation with you which made it much harder too.

“Why aren’t you at the party with the others?” Ward asked as he poured liquor into his shot glass. “What party?” You tried your best to play dumb. “I'm not an idiot Y/N I know your covering for Sarah.” Ward said, leaning on the counter as he shot down his drink. You continued to make a sandwich pretending that his last few words didn’t make your heart race. “You want one?” You asked, pointing at your sandwich. “Sure.” Ward chuckled in an obvious attempt to avoid the topic at hand. “Um, what do you like in your sandwich?” You ask. “Like yours but with pickles.” He said. “Okay sure.” You began to prepare it. Feeling like you're doing most of the housewife duties your mom should be doing. Lost in thought you almost finished the sandwich except you were missing the pickles. Ward watched as you made his sandwich. Your face… so focused on what you did. Your ass and boobs perked up whenever you reached to get something. Your hair was up and it showed your soft delicate skin. Your neck and collarbone are visible and that's when he noticed something. A mark… a hickey and when he saw that on you he felt a ping of jealousy. He knew it wasn’t the same type of jealousy he felt when he would see his little girl Sarah with a boy this was different but he decided at the moment to ignore that feeling and mask it as a jealousy a father felt towards a daughter.

You search around for the pickles not knowing where they were until you open the cupboard in front of you and notice they were on the top shelf. You tiptoed struggling to reach for the jar of pickles and that when you felt a body behind you. The body leaned closer and closer until it was pressed up against you. His arm reached up to grab the jar of pickles. You could literally feel your stepdad's crotch on your ass, however you decided not to say anything and hoped this awkward moment wouldn’t last too long. He placed the pickles on the counter. His body still pressed up to you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and you swore you felt light feather touches on your side. You looked at him with an awkward smile before he nodded at you. You awkwardly thank him before he slowly begins to move away from you. You softly whimpered at his action. The whimper almost sounded like a quiet and short breath. Ward slightly smirked at the effect he had on you or your body while you hoped Ward didn’t notice. You were praying he didn’t.

After that he thanked you for his sandwich before he took it and walked away. Leaving you all confused and shaken up. Maybe you were exaggerating things. Maybe he was just trying to help you grab the pickles after all. You decided it would be best to think less of it and walked into your room.

The next day you were in the living room sitting on the couch messaging your friend when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. “Jesus Rafe.” You smacked his hand shaking your shoulder so that he could get his hand off it. “I hate when people sneak up on me.” You whined as you shifted your focus back on your phone. In that short span of time your friend had already sent you multiple messages all ranting about her boyfriend. Relationships were so complicated that's why you didn’t have one at least that's what you’ll tell yourself until you could get one. For now your focus was on just chilling for the summer and relaxing before you had to go back to school.

The couch sank as Rafe sat next to you. His fingers tapping his leg he seemed nervous you weren’t sure about what. Rafe sat there for a couple of minutes trying to figure out the best way to ask you he didn’t know. “You ok Rafe?” You broke the silence you really just wanted to be left alone but it seemed like Rafe wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “I need your help.” Rafe said. “With?” You asked. “I need to break into my dad's office.” He said. “And you want me to help you with that?” You asked. “Yeah you know, be the lookout.” Rafe said. “If you want me to help you, can you at least tell me why?” You asked. “It's about my mother. When I asked my father about her he said she left us. The other day I heard him on the phone saying he would not let someone see us. I just have this feeling that maybe she didn’t leave on her own, maybe he forced her or something. He's hiding something but I'm not sure what and I want to figure it out.” Rafe looked at you worriedly and when you nodded your head agreeing to help him he was proud about how easily he could trick you not that what he said was a lie because it wasn’t he definitely heard his dad saying that on the phone but he could give zero shits about what his mother was doing he just desperately needed to pay Barry back.

“I just need you to look out and see if he comes…” Rafe paused. “What happens if he comes?” You asked. “Just say something like… peanut butter.” Rafe's face lit up when he said it. “Peanut butter.” You snorted. “Yeah because you can place peanut butter in any conversation.” Rafe said. “I don’t know if I…” You began but Rafe had already left the room.

About two hours later Rafe barged into your room saying that his dad had left and that now would be a good time. So there you went following him like an idiot and just standing guard by his door. You were growing impatient. Rafe had been in there for 20 minutes. Your heart was racing the longer he took the more nervous you got. Suddenly that's when you heard the sound of a car locking. “Peanutbutter.” You yelled and Rafe heard as he quickly grabbed what he needed from the safe and put it in his pocket and when he got closer to the door that's when he heard his voice.

“Hi Mr. Cameron.” You squeaked as he stopped in front of you. “I was just looking for you.” You smiled. “Oh why?” He asked. “Um, because there is something wrong with the garbage disposal.” You lied. “Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check it out.” Ward said as he followed you with his hand behind your back as you both walked to the kitchen. He turned it on. “It sounds normal.” He shrugged as he began to lift up his long sleeve and his hand went in the garbage disposal. You were practically drooling over his hand and arm. The veins in his hands made your body light up, causing both heartbeats to speed up. Ward took his hand out and turned it on again. “Everything seems fine.” Ward looked at you and you had a dumbfounded expression on your face. “Maybe Rafe fixed it.” You said. “Maybe.” He said as he eyed you suspiciously. That's when his brain clicked of course he knew what was up he knew why you brought him here in the first place. “Don’t think I don’t know what's going on?” He began. Your face went pale shit he discovered it he knew that you helped Rafe break into his office. “I know exactly what you want.” He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. You looked down not wanting to look him in the eye. He made you nervous already and now you were more as you were guilty of helping Rafe break into his personal office. “It's ok I understand.” He began. You looked up in confusion but tried not to show it. You wanted to see where he was heading because this is a weird way to confront you. He walked closer to you and you were already leaning on the counter so you couldn’t move back. Finally he put his hand on your cheek. Rubbing it with his thumb. Caressing your cheek he looked into your eyes. A cocky grin on his face. “Nothing to be ashamed about.” Ward reassured. Now you weren’t sure if he was particularly talking about helping Rafe or something else. “I want it too.” He whispered before he leaned into you. Pressing his lips into yours. Yep he was talking about something else. He pulled you closer as your lips began to move with most of you wanting to pull away but a small part didn’t let you.

Suddenly you heard the kitchen door swing wide open as Rafe walked in. You and Ward quickly disconnected but there was no way in hell Rafe could have missed that. “Well the garbage disposal seems fine Y/n.” Ward cleared his throat. “Thanks for fixing it, Rafe.” Ward said as he walked out of the kitchen.

Rafe eyed you suspiciously and you both waited a few seconds. You didn’t want to take the chance of Ward overhearing you guys. “Did you find what you needed?” You asked as you walked up to Rafe he was by the fridge. “Yep.” He smirked as he pulled out a gold watch. “Rafe what the fuck I thought you were going to look for clues about your mom.” You sighed. “This is a clue.” Rafe said as he put it back in his pocket. “So should I call you mom now?” Rafe grinned. “You saw that huh?” You put your head down in embarrassment. “I don’t care, you know. I just assumed if you were going to sleep with someone here it would have been me you know.” Rafe smirked. “In your dreams Rafe.” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, it's a shame you like them older” Rafe said as he looked you up and down. “Stop being a pervert Rafe.” You joked. “Stop making out with my dad.” Rafe joked back. “I did it for you.” You said. “Sure.” Rafe scoffed. “Yeah I had to distract him somehow.” You said. “I better get some money from that watch.” You said as you walked out of the kitchen. “I didn’t make out with your dad for nothing.” You smiled as Rafe rolled his eyes. “Who made out with dad? What?” Sarah asked as she walked in with Topper on her side. “Oh I was just telling Rafe about what my friend texted me she caught her dad making out.” You lied. “Gross.” Sarah laughed. “Yeah” You chuckled awkwardly as you walked into your room and laid down and drifted off to sleep as you thought about Ward and the kiss.

You woke up about 3 hours later to a loud knock on your door. “Everybody out right now!” A loud scream soared throughout the house. You got up and put on your shoes quickly rushing outside into the hallway.

“What the hell is going on?” You asked as you looked at Sarah, Topper and Wheezie. “Probably dad being dramatic.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Should I leave?” Topper asked. “No, I doubt it's anything too serious.” Sarah said. “Good cause I was woken up from a very deep peaceful nap” You groaned. “Everyone downstairs right fucking now!” You heard Ward yell from downstairs. “Shit he is really pissed.” Sarah chuckled, obviously not taking her dad too seriously.

You followed Wheezie downstairs to find Rafe and Ward standing in the living room. “Ok he looks really pissed so Im gonna go.” Topper said as he kissed Sarah goodbye before dashing out the door. “Dad, what's going on?” Sarah asked. Rafe gave you a look and it took you a while before you got what he was insinuating. Ward found about the break in in his office. He looked at each and every one of you as if he was studying you guys before he began to speak. “So I walked into my office today ready to start some work.” Ward began. “So I sat down, turned on my computer but suddenly I had this urge to check my safe. I get up I open my safe and guess what I find?” He paused and you tried your best to stay calm and not show any signs of extreme nervousness which you were clearly feeling. “That's right, a watch missing.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at each and everyone of you. “Now the question is who has my watch?” He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at all of you. His stare lingered longer at you he probably would have figured it was you. You had only been living here for the past two months if you were in his shoes you would also blame yourself. The newest member of the family. “Wheezie you can go upstairs I know it wasn’t you.” Ward slightly smiles at her and Wheezie runs out of there as fast as she can, you would too if you could.

“It wasn’t me dad.” Rafe said. “It wasn’t me I didn't go into your office” You say right after. “Dad it wasn’t me I swear. Sarah said seconds after. “STOP BULSHITTING ME!” Ward slammed his palm against the wall several times. He was clearly frustrated with you guys. Rafe had told you about hs fathers anger issues before how crazy angry he could get. Throwing and hitting things and though he had never hit his children Rafe mentioned how he feared that one day he would. As Ward openly presented his anger issues right then and there you were honestly terrified. You open your eyes wide and stare at Rafe. Rafe stared at you before quickly glancing at Sarah who had been giving him a look. Rafe looked down quickly when his eyes met Sarahs and Sarah knew it was him if it was anybody it was him. Rafe looked up quickly as tears formed in his eyes. You had heard arguments between Rafe and Ward. Ward had mentioned before that if Rafe fucks up one more time he would kick him out. Rafe has walked into your room ranting to you because frankly he had no one else and unlike Sarah you would listen although you could care less about it. Suddenly you were washed with sympathy. This would be Ward's last straw. He could easily kick out Rafe and although you weren’t very fond of Rafe you had lived with him for the past two months and had several conversations with him. You conversed with him more than you would Sarah probably because you guys were closer in age. Rafe was an ok guy he hadn’t done anything wrong he just needed someone to guide him in the right direction. As you saw Rafe’s expression turn into more worry you found yourself opening your mouth.

“It was me.” You whisper as you look down. Everyone's head turned to look at you. If anything you could payback Ward obviously Rafe would and you felt that maybe Ward wouldn’t be as harsh towards you than with Rafe. “Where is it?” Ward asked. “I um sold it.” You said. “We’ll talk in my office.” Ward sighed as he grabbed his wallet. “Money for dinner.” Ward handed some money to Sarah. “Please take Wheezie out for a while. I want to have a serious talk with Y/N and her mother and I really do not want to be disturbed.” Ward said. “Good luck.” Sarah mouthed as she called Wheezie to get ready.

You followed Ward into his office and watched as Ward sat down. You followed his movements pulling the chair on the other side of his desk to sit on until his voice startled you. “Did I tell you to sit?” He asks as the question echoes off the walls. “No sir.” You shook your head as you moved your hand away from the chair. You played with the hem of your shirt as you stared anywhere but at Ward. He sat in silence pondering his next move. He got up and your heart raced. He normally made you nervous but right now he was super angry and you were ten times more nervous. A harsh push made you trample towards the desk. You managed to prevent yourself from falling as you grabbed on the side of his desk. Ward’s hand grabbed the hairs on your head causing you to let out a small cry in pain as he pushed your head forward and your cheek was now being pushed upon his desk along with the upper part of your body. You kick your legs in an attempt to be let out of this compromising position but Ward was stronger and it didn’t work.

Wards hand gliding up your thigh pushing your skirt up. A tear left your eyes as you heard him opening the buckles of his belt. You always imagine how your first time would be and none of them looked like this. You always hoped for it to be romantic. This was far from it. You felt a finger wipe a tear away from your face. “Stop crying you whore... you wanted this.” Ward seathed. You shook your head no but there was nothing you can do now, he was much stronger than you there was no way you could get out of this. You couldn’t even scream no one was home. Ward kicked everybody out.

“Count for me.” Ward said before you felt a hard smack on your ass. “1…” You said in a shaky voice. “2…” You said when you felt another smack. “25…” You cried out in pain, you were sore, your ass was numb, Ward had a heavy hand that's for sure. Ward slowly began to slide down your damp underwear. “Look at you. Wet already? God you're such a slut.” Ward mumbled into your ear. “That innocent facade you build up is such bullshit.” Ward said as he easily slipped his finger inside you. “Look at you dripping wet.” Ward grinned. You whimpered as your walls clenched around his finger the new feeling foreign as you never masterbated with your fingers before you have masterbated on your teddy bear because you didn’t like the feeling of your nails scratching uncomfortably against your walls maybe you weren’t doing it right but when Ward did it it felt so good, amazing even, your head felt dizzy as he insert two more fingers pumping them in and out and you slowly grinded on them not even caring that he was your stepfather at this point you brain just focused on the good feeling and trying to get an orgasm. You knew you were close to your orgasm when your body tensed ready to release and that's when he stopped. He pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth sucking on them. His hand was long gone from your hair so you had the flexibility to look at him confused as to why he stopped, ready to beg him for more, you were desperate at this point.

Then your eyebrows furrowed. He was taking off his watch. “Did I give you permission to look at me?” Ward asked and you quickly turned your head forward and stayed bent over his desk. You jumped when you felt a cold item on your clit but Ward's hand was quick to go on your back and stop you from moving. The colder item became warmer the longer it stayed on your clit and you felt the item rub against you and your clit welcomed it. Your clit unnaturally stretches around the item, your walls easily flutter around it. “If you can steal my watches, sell my watches, then you can also fuck my watches.” Ward grunt as he inserted the watch deeper inside. Causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure. The pleasure dominated the pain after a while and you started to grind against the watch to try and get more friction. “Look at you acting like such a desperate slut.” Ward chukled. “Heard you talking to Sarah about how your virgin, never been able to find the right guy. So I'm gonna show you that I'm the right guy. You take my watch and fingers like a good girl I know you’ll take my cock so perfectly.” You whimpered at his words, your walls clenched on the watch as you were grinding your hips. “Look at you riding my watch, I'm not even moving it anymore.” Ward smirked. You blushed in embarrassment, you didn’t even notice that he stopped moving it yet you didn’t stop. Chasing over the orgasm Ward denied you the first time. That's when you felt it again the pit in your stomach finally it was coming and Ward did it again. He pulled the watch away from your clit. You groaned in annoyance. The watch was coated with your juices. You couldn’t even see the time without wiping your juices away. “Look at the mess you made…” Ward put the watch on the desk and you blushed in embarrassment. Never had you felt so ashamed as Ward made you feel right now.

“I think you're ready now.” Ward grunted as he pulled his length out red and leaking. He aligned his tip with your clit and soon you felt the head rub against your clit. Slowly he starts pushing his way home and you start to whine in pain grabbing on to the desk. The stretch is very painful. You want to push him away but his hands are holding you down. “Come on, you can take my watch. I know you can take me.” Ward growls as he struggles to fit. He pushes a bit more and at first you feel an ache on your clit however it slowly starts to disappear and turn into a buzz as Ward strokes lightly at your clit. “Knew you could take your daddy.” Ward breathes your walls flutter with those words. “Always imagine fucking you never thought you’d be this tight.” Ward admits as he moves the other hand that is not rubbing your clit to your hip and lifts you up a little. He slowly starts thrusting, causing you to moan in pleasure. “Who do the watches belong to?” Ward asks as he continues thrusting. “You.....” You groaned as he thrusted painfully slowly. “Who..?” Ward asks as he smacks your ass. His smack caused it to sting again causing you to remember the pain from before. “They’re yours daddy.” You moan as he begins to thrust faster. “Who does this office belong to?” Ward asks. “You daddy.” You repeated as he sped up. “Who does this house belong to?” Ward asks. “You daddy.” You moaned loudly as he thrusted faster, you continued to hold on the edge of the desk. You could hear Ward's grunts, your moans, and the skin slapping echo off the wall. Good thing no one is home cause you guys were making quite the noise. You felt your body slowly tensing up as another orgasmed form. “It's ok sweetheart you can cum all over daddy…” Ward reassured you and you managed to push your hip back, you moaned loudly as your orgasm crashed over you, your body trembled, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your brain fogged, your toes curled and your nails scratched the wooden polished desk. Ward followed as he pulled on your hips closer to his. His hand found his way back to your hair and he pulled, causing your back to arch “Who do you belong to?” Ward asks as you both were riding out your orgasms. “You daddy, only you.” You pant as he lets go of your hair collapsing on his desk.

You felt Ward's body bending down towards you. “That's right you belong to me, only me, no more covering for Sarah or helping Rafe break into my office. From now on you do everything I say because you belong to me.” Ward’s hot breath lingered in your ear for a bit. “Yes daddy.” You squeaked. He got up and lifted you up, turning you around and placed a messy kiss on your lips. “Get dressed and go to your room we’ll talk to tomorrow.” He demanded before walking out of his office leaving you all naked and shaken up. Although he could make your back arch and toes curl like never before he still made your skin crawl and stomach turn unfortunately now you know why.

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i’m desperate for part 3 of step dad rafey

Stepdad rafey 3

warning: smut, 18+, fingering, getting caught, cheating, unprotected sex, food getting ruined, etc

pairings: stepdad rafe x reader, stepdaddy!rafe x fem! Reader, stepdad!rafey

a/n: thank you for 100 followers. I’m so grateful

part 1 part 2 part 4

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You and rafe have been on and off on fucking. Doing it when your mom was at work, when she was home, even she was sleeping. You just couldn’t get enough of him and he obviously felt the same.

Always feeling the need to be inside you and claiming you. You were feeling quite needy and bold when you sent rafe your nudes and a video captioning it, “this feels so much better than you do.” As you were fucking yourself with a dildo. Let’s hope when he comes home he punishes you.

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You were in the kitchen trying to bake some brownies when rafe came in. He set down his bag on the floor.

“So what was that you sent me?” He asked looking in your eyes, that almost made you squirm back

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You say innocently

“hmmm.” He hummed and walked over to you and whispered in your ear.

“You really think that plastic shit is better than me” he slipped a finger in your core making you gasp in surprise

“rafe-rafe” you exclaimed

“Shut the fuck up slut” he grumbles and adds another finger

He starts stroking his fingers up and down causing you to squeal.

“Oh fuck” you moaned “please don’t stop, please don’t stop rafe”

“if you say so” he smirked and took that as your submission. He slipped his fingers out of you and you felt him rip your panties off you. He kneeled and started kissing and licking at your core. You gripped at the table for control.

The only sounds heard in the kitchen were your moans and the wetness of your core.

“rafe fuck im gonna cum, let me cum” you screamed

He tapped your thigh as a way to signal you. You finally let go causing your legs to tremble and soaking his beard in your juices. He stood up and unbuttoned his pants entering inside you.

“Let’s really see who could fuck you better me or that store bought shit.” He said

You leaned down on the table knocking out everything in the way. The bowl full of brownie mix was now on the floor but you could care less about that right now. You just couldn’t stand him with your mother after this. Fucking you and then running upstairs to go fuck your mother as if he doesn’t just spread his cum inside of you.

“l-leave her please” you mumbled

“Huh baby, what was that?” He asked still moving inside your walls.

“please leave her” you asked “I swear I’m so much better than her please rafey. I love you.

The lights turned on “what was that?”

It was your mother standing there with her hands on her hips, angry as ever. Although you both just got caught in the act, rafe didn’t dare to stop.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me- your own mother y/n such an ungrateful little bitch and rafe-“ you cut her sentence short by yelling “fuck rafe go faster.” The adrenaline of getting caught fueling you

She grumbled and stomped upstairs like a child “rafe I’m gonna-ugh”

“Yes baby be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He whispers kissing at your neck

You start to release all over him and a few moments later he does the same. Praising you for doing such a good job for him.

“And to answer your question, I have the divorce papers ready in my car” he smiles “I love you too”

a/n: thank you for reading Also the smut gave me butterflies. Didn’t want to write it for too long bc I can’t write smut unless I’m the only one reading it. Sorry if this was bad. Stay freaky 🎃 <33

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lunarliza · 4 years

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Dirty Little Secret | Chapter 4: Ferry Tickets

fuckbuddy!JJ x kook!reader

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You and JJ are fuck buddies- strictly physical. But what happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl?

note: smut ... like right under here

“Fuuuck me,” you whimpered, face pressed down to your floral pillowcase.

“You like that don’t you?” JJ’s hand twisted your hair as the other smacked the side of your ass while he slid himself in and out of you from behind.

Ted and your mom went into the city for a few days while Macy was off at her tennis lesson which left you with an big empty house for the morning. You had contemplated doing a sunrise yoga on the beach or riding your bike along the pier, but a surprise text from JJ had you cancelling all your self-care plans.

Which is how you ended up in your current position- under him, back arched, and feeling his thick cock stretch you out.

“Mm,” you whined, lifting your eyes to his hungry ones as you watched him take you. You felt the cold metal from his rings cling onto your sweaty skin when his hands moved to grip both sides of your hips.

“Mm, play with me.”

JJ’s hands snaked around to your wet clit where he gently rubbed you back and forth. It sent you over the edge as you moaned louder into the pillow you were clenching.

He came into the condom and pulled out of you, collapsing onto your side in a fit of pants. His gold locks were disheveled on his face as his broad chest heaved up and down. You laid in your current position for a few moments, collecting yourself, before springing to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You expected him to be gone once you got out, but, much to your surprise, JJ was still submerged in your fluffy white comforter, underwear on, scrolling through his phone. Slightly taken aback, you flopped down next to him.

You and JJ had this unspoken no cuddling or pillow talk rule, but you decided that, after three months of fooling around, you could at least engage in small talk.

“Why’d you call me up so early?” you asked, hugging your knees.

“I was at the store and saw your parents getting gas to leave town. Didn’t see you in the car so I thought you’d be home alone,” he smirked, still glued to his phone, “and I was right.”

JJ paid a lot of attention to little things- more so than you thought. Here and there he’d bring up a small fact he remembered about you like how you’d braid your hair before swimming or how he saw you talking to someone he thought you didn’t like. It was odd, but you pushed it aside.

Another thing that always fazed you about him was why he was so open to sleeping with you. You assumed it was him getting off on the satisfaction of fucking a Kook, but the hateful remarks he made the other day on the boat with Rafe confused you.

“Since when did you start hanging out with Topper and Rafe?” he asked, tossing his phone to the side.

You didn’t expect that question from him. “I don’t. Jade just dragged me with her because she’s trying to get with Rafe.”

JJ snorted. “Oh Jade... she has a nice rack. And she can do way better than him, he looks like a celery.”

You giggled at his uncanny comparison. “Hey JJ.”

He lifted his eyebrows, leaning over on his side. “It was you that day wasn’t it? The day you caught me smoking, you’re the one who fucked up Topper’s bike.”

You had always wondered what on earth JJ was running from the day you two met. You almost forgot about it until Topper brought up his messed up bike on the boat. You remembered hearing him whine about it months ago during class, the Monday after, and mentally put the pieces together.

“What’s it to ya?” JJ responded, growing peeved.

You shrugged. “Just wondering. I just don’t get this war between you guys. It’s honestly ridiculous, like what good is throwing shit at each other or punching each other gonna do?”

The light-haired boy groaned and sat up in annoyance. “Of course you wouldn’t get it. You’re a fucking Kook. You can do whatever the hell you want- buy whatever you want, hurt whoever you want- and get away with it. Nothing ever affects you because at the end of the day, you just come straight home to your gated neighborhood with not a spec on your back. You’ll never know what it’s like to not have everything you want!”

You scoffed and crossed your arms, standing from the bed to get away from him. “Well guess what, prick? I actually do know what it’s like. I didn’t always have this stupid life!”

You ran your hands through your hair and avoided his gaze. That was probably the first time you confessed that out loud to someone since you moved. You heard JJ shift a little on your bed as pure silence soon enveloped you both.

Since he was already there, why not just let the entire cat out the bag?

“I use to live in a small town outside of Charlotte. My parents didn’t have a lot but they tried to give me and my sister everything they could. My dad would come home late sometimes- there were days when we wouldn’t even see him. My mom sold clothes, shoes, hats, anything she could make at home so we could eat.” You turned to face him. “And as much as it fucking sucked, I liked it better that way than now.”

“So what happened?” JJ peered up at you with sheer orbs and, for a moment, you forgot about his tactless, cold-blooded self.

You sighed and pursed your lips. “My parents divorced because my dad kept having to leave and I moved homes for a few years. Then my mom met Ted and I was, unwillingly, initiated to this Kook life.”

JJ lifted his eyebrows in shock. “You know most people see that as a like a Cinderella story.”

“Well I see it like hell.”

He let out a soft chuckle.

“I know I should be more grateful of everything, but it’s just hard. And weird.” You’re back sitting beside him on the bed at this point. “Like, I’m just not use to this. I’ve never had a phone with internet until now and my mom keeps wanting me to pretend I’m some preppy fairy. And the kids here all suck. They have no personality other than their clothes and cars, and they don’t like me cause I don’t give a shit about that stuff. I really do hate it here. And I miss my dad. I haven’t seen him in years.”

You plopped your head on the pillow and stared at your ceiling. It was nice to get all that off your chest, especially to JJ who’s been shoving his preconceived notions down your throat.

“Well I almost feel sorry for you,” JJ said jokingly as you playfully shoved him.

“But I get it, kinda. I don’t know. My mom passed away, so it’s just me and my dad. He’s,” he paused for a moment, “he has his quirks, you can say. We don’t get along too well, and he’s too busy working to really give me any real attention. It sucks.”

“I’m sorry,” you comforted as he maneuvered so he was laying down next to you. You both rested side by side, fixated on your plain white ceiling. It was nice to finally talk to JJ without making a snide comment every two seconds.

“Do you think it’ll get any better?” you asked, out of the blue.

“You wanna know the truth?” You turned to your side, tucking your arm under your head, ready for his spiel.

“I think we’re where we are for a reason. Do I wanna get the fuck outta here sometimes? Yeah. But I just know I’m meant to have this life and there’s not much I can do to get out. Just gotta take it day by day.”

“C’mon, you never dreamed of going anywhere else in the world? Traveling?” you raised, a bit more enthusiastic than you intended to let on.

JJ exhaled. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a while longer. There was, finally, an air of understanding between you.

“Why don’t you come to our side then?” JJ asked after a few minutes. “If you hate it here in Kookville so much, why don’t you try the other end for a change?”

“I don’t know. My stepdad thinks The Cut is literally a death wish. He wouldn’t even let my mom go grocery shopping near there. It’s honestly kinda weird to me why he hates it so much.”

“And he never told you why?”

You shook your head and JJ retreated in thought. “I think he’s hiding something. Probably has a mistress over there to be honest.”

You laughed and hit his stomach. “No! Him and my mom are literally attached by the hip! I don’t know... One day Macy went over to see a friend she met and he just flipped. Went over, took her away and everything. Maybe he’s just classist. I mean, he’s old money so I wouldn’t be surprised. But if he is then he wouldn’t have married my mom.”

“Maybe...” JJ muttered. “I still think he’s hiding something. Could be drugs. You know I see Kook guys come over for coke sometimes. Then, on their lunch breaks, their dads come for the same thing. Father and son bonding if you ask me.”

“Well, whatever it is, we can add this case to our mystery book,” you laughed. A real, heartfelt laugh.

You and JJ spent the remainder of the morning talking about your lives, learning how wrong you each were about the other. He told you about the Pogues and how his friend Kiara, who you recognized from school, hangs out with them despite being wealthy herself. On the other hand, you continued to complain to him about all the stuck up nonsense your mother would make you do- to which he actively listened and pitched in his own amusing opinions.

“What do you need etiquette lessons for? How hard is it to stick your pinky out when you drink?”

The topic then switched to Topper and his crew. You settled on calling them the Veggie Tales which made you both erupt in laughter. “What was your first time like?” you asked bluntly.

He threw you an odd look, but continued. “Tourist at a party. I was 15 and I think she was 17? I dunno, but she sure showed me the ropes that night.” He beamed up at the ceiling, thinking back to the time.

“Aren’t all first times supposed to be really awkward and bad?”

“Maybe. I don’t really remember it. Just her. She was fine as hell,” he had on his dreamy eyes. “What was your’s like?”

You let out a sharp breath. You’d never told anyone about it until now. “Before I left the city I was dating this guy for a little while. He came from farmers, so we did it in his uncles barn.”

“Aw, how romantic,” JJ commented before you smacked him with a decorative pillow.

“Ow! What? I thought every girl’s dream was to do it with the chickens watching.”

Your face knotted. “It was horses. And I still have nightmares to this day about the hay sticking at my ass.”

The boy next to you snickered and went on to tease you about your story, cracking all the farm jokes his little blonde head could come up with.

“I should get going soon,” JJ informed when you both settled down, “Thursdays I meet Kie at The Wreck to help out.”

Your eyes jolted. “Thursday?!”

You soared up from your bed and checked the time on your phone. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Your hands tangled up in your hair in stress. “My debutante lessons!”

“What the fuck is that?”

“I have to go to Chapel Hill, my ferry leaves in 20 minutes,” you explained while hastily shoving heels into your canvas bag. Then it occurred to you that your parents took your car because theirs was in the shop.

“Fuck! JJ did you drive here?”

“Yeah, I parked my friend’s van by the gate,” he answered, still confused at the gibberish you spoke moments ago.

“JJ I need you to take me to the dock right now! Please! I can’t miss this ferry.”

“Alright, alright, hurry up then woman! The van only goes up to 110 on a good day.” JJ struggled to get his clothes back on and didn’t even notice his t-shirt on backwards.

You both sprinted out your house and to the front of the neighborhood, past the gate, and towards a clunky old Volkswagen that was parked on the side of the road. You hurried in as JJ fumbled with the keys before thrusting it in the ignition and speeding off towards the dock.

“Fuck we’re not gonna make it!” you stressed, balling your sweaty palms, as your legs bounced on the torn up seat.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry! She’s old but just give her a minute,” JJ assured before he revved the engine and flew down the street. You were concerned at how he expertly steered the old clunker at 105 miles per hour but were too anxious about missing your trip to bring it up.

He finally pulled up to the side of the dock. You sighed in relief, seeing people still boarding.

“Aaand here we are! With 3 minutes to spare,” JJ announced, flipping his blonde locks, proud of his Speed Racer work.

“Thank you for the ride JJ,” you said as you exited the van, “and the heart attack.”

“Hey, you got here in once peace didn’t you? So I don’t wanna hear it!”

You giggled and shut the door, heading towards the herd of people while you dug in your bag for your ferry ticket.

“Have fun at your degenerate lessons!” JJ called out the window at you before speeding away.

You shook your head with a goofy grin before getting on.

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chapter five

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years

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sober up

jj maybank x reader

word count: 2151

warnings: mentions of substance use (vyvanse, alcohol, weed); mention of anxiety; nothing too angsty though i promise

synopsis: based on the song sober up by ajr

When Sarah and John B. disappeared, it rocked the Outer Banks, and no one could think or talk about anything else. Reporters from the mainland flooded both the Cut and Figure Eight looking to talk to the people closest to the ‘Missing Star-Crossed Lovers’ as they’d been dubbed. Neither the Pogues nor the Kooks were safe.

Everyone coped as best they could. You couldn’t speak for the Pogues, you hadn’t run with them for years, but the coping could best be described as destructive spiraling. Rafe, who was arguably off the rails already, went further; Topper retreated into a shell you weren’t sure if he could ever leave; Wheezie, once outgoing and loud, became the quietest person in every room; and you, you just had to watch, stuck in a rut of your own.

Basically, the disappearance stopped the world as everyone knew it, and you weren’t sure it could ever right itself.

Hello hello; I’m not where I’m supposed to be; I hope that you’re missing me; ‘cause it makes me feel young

Sometimes it got too much. Being on Figure Eight, at school, where memories of your friendship with Sarah were especially strong. You usually liked the feeling Vyvanse gave you. The intense focus you could pour into other things to forget about The Disappearance, at least for a few hours. But sometimes, it backfired, and you were hyper focused on it.

In those moments you found yourself wandering back to the Cut, back to your elementary school, to sit on the swings. You liked the back and forth feeling and staring up at the sky. It made you dizzy, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Usually you were alone there. Not this time. This time JJ Maybank beat you there.

“Long time no see,” he said to you, the smile he gave not anywhere close to real.

You didn’t really know what to say. The friendship ended years ago when your mom married up and you both moved off the Cut. It wasn’t explosive, it wasn’t a brawl, it just fizzled. JJ Maybank, your childhood crush, and John B, your biggest defender. You looked for them sometimes, but they were never looking back.

“I like to think out here.”

JJ laughed, “That makes two of us.”

You wanted to ask how he was, but you knew. It really wasn’t worth asking. No need to cheaply fill the silence. Normally you were filled with crushing sadness on the swings. Mourning relationships lost and waiting for the drugs to finally wear off. This time you felt refreshed. Sitting in silence with this now stranger, you felt young again. You forgot how JJ made you feel.

Hello hello; last time that I saw your face, was recess in second grade; and it made me feel young

To your surprise, JJ broke the silence first.

“How’s your mom?”

They had always been close, a surrogate mother to him when his Dad threw him out.

“She’s good.”

“Still up to all that hippie shit?” he asked with a quiet laugh.

“Of course, the day my mother stops harping on the environment is the day we bury her.”

You fell into silence again, unsure if you should ask about his dad. It was nice to be here with him, and you didn’t want to push him away.

Before you could make a decision on asking, JJ pushed off with his feet and started swinging higher, effectively ending the conversation. For lack of anything better to do, you followed suit.

It was bittersweet, one of the last things you did with him before moving was swing at recess. You knew about the engagement and what it meant, but your friends didn’t, and you didn’t know how to tell them.

You remember JJ was always braver than you, swinging higher, jumping from the swing more recklessly, and telling the truth as soon as he found it out. You were always more scared.

Maybe this was the chance to finally be brave.

“JJ, about second grade and the engagement- “ but he cut you off before you could finish.

“It’s in the past. I was mad, but I understand now.”

“Right.”

Goodbye, goodbye; I said to my bestest buds; we said that we’d keep in touch; and we did our best

You had every intention of staying friends with the boys when you transferred schools, but your new dad had other ideas. He never had kids of his own, you were his new project. Your free time became his time where he taught you the ins and outs of the upper class.

He had plenty of connections, plenty of new friends for you to play with. Your mom felt bad, she didn’t realize moving you would also separate you from your closest friends the way it did. She hated seeing you sad, but what could she do?

JJ and John B visited you a lot in the early days. Then, one day, your new dad started answering the door instead of you, and he always said no. They finally caught you one afternoon, but you already had plans with the Cameron’s, and you couldn’t play with the boys. That was the final straw.

There was no fight, just a general, melancholy consensus that this would be the new normal. Rafe and Sarah instead of JJ and John B.

All my new friends, we smile at party time; but soon we forget to smile at anything else

Growing up with the Kooks was hard. Sure, you didn’t want for much, money wasn’t an issue and you had all the educational resources you could possibly need, but the pressure to even keep up, not even to stand out, was immense.

Your stepdad had high hopes, your mom wanted you to fit in and be happy. There was no best of both worlds unfortunately. No one quite understood like the Cameron siblings, your closest friends. Rafe understood the pressure to succeed from your dad, and Sarah understood the pressure to fit in from your mom.

The hangouts you used to have were fun. Full of laughter and actual joy during childhood. Games and picnics, afternoons at the country club pool and tea parties. Finally, you’d found your people after a lonely few years without JJ and John B. You depended on each other as you grew up and moved into high school.

Sarah kept you sane, she invited you to parties, hung out when you were especially struggling, and kept your mom out of your personal life. You owed a lot to her. Rafe kept you medicated. He sold you cheap Vyvanse to help you focus on schoolwork to appease your dad.

It was a delicate balance, the medication and the partying, but you made it work. The Vyvanse made you anxious but the alcohol helped you relax. Soon enough, you were more anxious than relaxed, and you could feel the smiles coming fewer and far between. Childhood was over.

And then Sarah disappeared, taking with her the last of your smiles.

Won’t you help me sober up; growing up, it made me numb; and I want to feel something again

You couldn’t stop it, sitting on the swings with JJ, the sob that broke out of your chest. It was like poking a hole in a balloon. From nothing to everything leaving at once.

“Fuck,” JJ muttered, using his feet to stop his swing as you sobbed, still gently rocking.

“I don’t want to live like this anymore,” you told the ground, refusing to look at him, even as he squatted in front of you.

“Like what?” he asked gently, hand tracing slow circles on your knee.

You shuddered a few times, fighting the anxious wave in your chest fueled by the medicine, “Numb,” you finally responded.

The pitying look on his face broke the numbness. You felt bitter, you didn’t need his pity. It was as if he could sense a wave of anger rising in you, and he backed up. JJ said with a small sigh, “I sure as hell don’t know what you’ve been through, but I have an idea of what you’re going through, so maybe, we can get through this together.”

His words put out the flames and you slouched forward, biting your lip, “You think?”

JJ didn’t answer for a few minutes, and when he did, it wasn’t to your question, “I’m hungry, want to grab some dinner at The Wreck?”

And suddenly, food sounded like the best idea in the world. You stood up and held your hand out for him to take, “My treat.”

Won’t you help me sober up; all the big kids, they got drunk; and I want to feel something again; won’t you help me feel something again

Kiara wasn’t at The Wreck when you and JJ ate. He said there was a party at the Boneyard, she and Pope were there, and invited you. While you weren’t particularly in a partying mood, you didn’t really want to be alone, so you went. It was…weird.

Sarah was your party crutch, the someone around who would always talk to you. The idea of going out and not having that made you feel a little alienated and wary. To your surprise, JJ stayed with you.

Neither of you made any moves to drink. JJ had his dab pen, and you had your juul, but otherwise you sat on a log together in silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it was a little heavy. You watched people dance around the bonfire, totally wasted and carefree, while taking occasional hits from your juul. It didn’t draw you in the same way it used to.

You couldn’t speak for JJ, he may have been itching to join the party, but he didn’t. Together you sat as the sun set and the wind picked up. He eventually handed over his sweatshirt when you started shivering and scooted closer for body heat.

The two of you sat and watched for at least three hours, not really moving or talking. You felt hyper aware of how close his thigh was to pressing against yours and how close your pinkies were from linking. It was something new to focus on. Something that broke through the water you felt had been clogging your brain for the past month.

You and JJ spent weeks together, slowly healing. There would always be a scar, empty air after quoting the first half of an inside joke or a missing t-shirt you’ll never find because you’d lent it out, but you were getting better. Part of that process was finding something new to hyper focus on. One night, both high, JJ revealed that he liked to think in color, and why not try.

My favorite color is you; you’re vibrating out my frequency

JJ was blue, his eyes, the waves he loved to surf, and all of the pens he used were blue ink. He remembered you loved to surf together as kids, so he brought you out there one afternoon. It felt good to have common interests with someone again, constructive rather than destructive common interests at least. You’d been trying to replace ‘numb’ with ‘good’ and it was hard, but it was working

My favorite color is you; you keep me young and that’s how I wanna be

JJ was also red. The same hat he’d kept his entire life, all through childhood and into his teenage years. His dad gave it to him before the abuse started. JJ clutched onto it in his darkest moments. It reminded you of your childhood, he always wore the same damn hat. You liked being able to be there for him when he held the hat instead of wearing it.

My favorite color is you; you’re vibrating out my frequency

For JJ, you were green. Your school sweatshirt that you wore so much and your favorite headband. He liked the steadiness of knowing that you’d come back to him every day, pretty much unchanged. With the violent upheaval of their lives after the disappearance, the steadiness of green was good. Green wasn’t his favorite color, but it was growing on him.

My favorite color is you; you keep me young and that’s how I wanna be

You were also yellow, your smile like sunshine. He felt like he hadn’t seen it in so long. It’d been years since he’d really looked. He’d seen you around, of course, but he hadn’t taken notice. He hadn’t seen you shrink into yourself with hollowed out eyes. JJ cursed himself for missing it. But the smiles, they were coming back, back like they used to be when you were kids.

And I want to feel something again, I just want to feel something again.

Nothing beat the feeling of JJ kissing you. Maybe, despite the circumstances, despite the path it took you to get here. You could finally sober up.

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winterrrnight · 4 months

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new beginnings

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pairing: stepdad!soft!rafe x mom!reader

detailed summary: You weren’t living such a great life. Your husband had turned his back towards you and was drowned in his addiction to drugs, not giving any mind to what’s happening in the world around him. You knew you couldn’t stay with him, and let him continue ruining your life. So at the next moment you get, you free yourself from him and get a divorce, finally having a chance to breathe.

You were now alone with your toddler, and you knew you had to give her a life which seems perfect even without her father. She became your best friend, your whole world, your favorite person ever. Sage was a spitting image of you, a little enthusiastic kid but very clear at heart.

As much as you tried, you always felt the lack of another parent in Sage’s life. Even though she never showed it, a big smile always on her face as she was always playing around your house, you knew it was best she had two loving parents. But you were so busy with your job, and taking care of her, you never had a chance to go out on your own.

But then, almost like a hurricane, Rafe Cameron walked into your life. He occupied your mind like nothing else, and as you saw Sage loving his company more and more, you fell more for him, and he was very lovingly married into your family.

You never knew love can come knocking down your door at such odd times, when you had your child and no one seemed to take interest in you. But Rafe did. He loved you both with his entire heart, and changed your entire perspective on love.

This is the story of finding comfort and love when it seems the world has stopped spinning, when you feel you’re worthless, and you start to limit your own experiences. It’s about letting your door open for someone at a stage in life when it’s all too risky. It’s about trust, and letting yourself free from the chains you’ve so hurtfully wound yourself in.

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and so we meet - chapter 1

here we are again - chapter 2

familiar yet unrecognizable faces - chapter 3

the blue in your eyes - chapter 4

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winterrrnight · 4 months

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“here we are again” — new beginnings chapter II

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe x mom!reader

WARNINGS: none!

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You let out a huge sigh as you lean back in your chair and close your eyes shut. You’ve been trying to find a good preschool for Sage, after you had to pull her out of the one she was earlier in because their fees increased exponentially, and unfortunately you haven’t been earning enough to support Sage going to such an expensive school.

“Mamma mamma!” You hear her call you out from a different room. Her footsteps are audible as she comes running to you, basically banging the floor with her feet.

“Mamma!” She says, smiling wide, standing next to the front legs of your chair and tugging on your pants. You look down at her and plaster a big smile on your face, picking her up and placing her on your lap.

“Yes baby?” You coo, leaning to press a kiss on her soft cheek, which is tinted a light pink.

“I made something for you! You have to see it now,” she says, now tugging on your crewneck. You get up from your chair, Sage on your hip as you go to the room she was just in.

You set her down on the floor, and she picks up a folded paper. “Here,” she grins, and you take the paper from her.

You unfold it and you see a drawing of you, her, and one strange man standing next to the two of you. She’s colored in the drawings, her colors going out of her drawn lines, assuming their own directions, but nevertheless, you can’t help but grin wide at the present.

“Sage baby,” you get on your knees in front of her, “this is so cute! You’re my talented little kiddo, aren’t you?” You smile, tickling her sides. She laughs and squirms to get away from you, her little hands trying to swat you away.

“But who is that?” You ask, pointing at the drawing of the strange man.

“Fafe!” She yells excitedly.

“Fafe? Who’s ‘Fafe’ baby?”

“We met him, at the, at the store! He was big, veryyy big!”

And suddenly it strikes you. The handsome, handsome man who you met at the grocery store. It’s been around a week since that day and you had nearly forgotten about him.

Nearly.

Until this exact moment.

Now everything comes back to you; the exact moment you saw him, your eyes sinking into his, your heart beating so loud it might as well jump out of your chest.

“I remember him baby, why did you draw him?”

“Because, because he was very nice to me,” she says, her hands at her back as she’s swaying side to side in her position.

You aren’t sure what to reply to her with. She drew a man you met and didn’t even talk for more than five minutes on a random Tuesday, and showed you three being a family.

Dad, mom, and Sage. A family.

Is she expecting you two to just get married to him? To bring him in your house this quick?

But, at the end of the day, she’s a four year old little girl, with a wild imagination, and a desire to have a father figure in her life.

You’ve tried your level best to never let Sage feel the lack of a father in her life, but you always knew deep in your heart that one day, she will wonder why she only has a single parent, and why can’t she have two parents like all her friends. But you never expected this day to come so early.

You shake your head and come back to reality, and let a smile pull onto your lips. “I’ll hang this on the fridge next to all your other art,” you tell her, and she jumps up and down with excitement. You make your way to your kitchen, your daughter on your heels as she’s giggling, and you pin her drawing up with a magnet next to the rest. You take a step back to admire the splash of colors on your fridge door, your heart feeling content.

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You smooth out the wrinkles in her dress, and tie the bow of her dress tightly. Sage is especially giggly today, your hands roaming over her little body which constantly creates a tickling sensation on her skin.

“Mamma, where are we going?” She asks you, carefully pocketing a candy you gave her. You pick her up and take her to your kitchen island, settling her in her chair to hand her her cereal.

“We’re going to a new school baby,” you say, pouring milk into her bowl and mixing it well with her fruit loops.

“But, I love home,” she puts, her eyes big and wide, and you know she’s trying her best to convince you to stay at home by putting on a puppy dog face.

“You know that face doesn’t work on me,” you smile, sitting next to her, and gently smoothing a hand over her hair. She only giggles as her answer and you pick up her spoon, and start to feed her. Even though she knows how to eat on her own, you’re worried she might get messy and spill the milk on her dress.

You were worried she might not like the idea of going to a new school. She really liked the previous one, but you knew you couldn’t keep her in there for long. But here she is sitting next to you, eating her cereal as excitedly as if you’re about to go to an amusement park.

Once she’s done eating, you both leave for the school. This one also happens to be closer to your home than the last one, so you're quick to reach there. You help Sage get out of the car, her light bag hanging on her shoulders and her hand securely in yours, as you lead her to the main doors of the school.

When you go inside, the receptionist leads you to the classroom Sage has been assigned to. A few children are sitting on the floor of the classroom, empty white sheets spread around them along with unopened boxes of paint.

You hear Sage audibly gasp as she notices all the art supplies, her eyes shining with a desire to create art. You look around the classroom to spot a teacher, but there’s no one to be seen.

You decide to maybe talk to the receptionist once again; maybe she’s making a mistake? You leave Sage in the classroom and turn around, and almost in the next fraction of the second you bang into a broad chest.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry!” You grunt, your eyes closed from the impact. You run a hand over your forehead, feeling a slight pain from your collision into the broad and muscular chest.

You finally open your eyes, and you see the last person you would expect to be here.

“Rafe?”

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“familiar yet unrecognizable faces” — new beginnings chapter III

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe cameron x mom!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of drugs, drug dealing, bruises

EDITH SPEAKS: a character that we absolutely HATE is being introduced in the fic for the very first time 😐 but keeping that aside, you will see why Rafe is at school 🤭🤭 sooo many of you guessed it accurately!!

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“Y/n!” Rafe exclaims, his own shock evident in his speech. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Sage’s first day here,” you say, and Rafe looks above your shoulder to see Sage very carefully inspecting some paint tubes kept next to the rest of the art supplies.

“I’m glad she’s in my class then,” Rafe smiles.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Your class?” You echo, confused. Even though you know exactly what he means, you want to hear it from him.

“I teach this class,” he says, walking inside. You follow him, watching him sit in the teacher’s chair, and he gestures to you to sit opposite him, a wooden table between you two.

“Wow okay,” you chuckle. You look around the classroom, the walls tinted a beautiful sky blue, with birds painted on them. The window shows a view of the carefully curated garden of the preschool.

“What, you didn’t expect me as a teacher?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips, the table supporting his elbows and his face resting in his hands.

“Honestly? No, not really, but I like it,” you smile, leaning back into your chair and resting your back.

Suddenly you feel your pants being tugged in an all too familiar way. You look down to see Sage, a bright smile on her face.

“Mamma it’s Fafe!” She yells excitedly. You laugh at her words and pull her up into your lap.

“Yes, it’s Rafe baby,” you look up at Rafe to see him with a smile, his eyes softened as he’s looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms.

“Hello Sage, are you excited to be here?” He asks, leaning in closer to her. She nods her head vigorously with excitement, causing Rafe to laugh at her actions.

“Well then why don’t you go sit with the rest of the kids? Your mom needs to do some important work now with me,” Sage hums at his words and jumps down your lap, and rushes to her new classmates.

Rafe opens a folder and hands you a paper and a pen. You look at it to see it’s just some basic paperwork regarding Sage, her name, her birthday, and the rest of the required fields.

“You just need to fill this out and we’re all set,” he tells you and you nod at his words, looking over the empty blanks of the form. You start filling them up, but one column makes you stop.

“Uh Rafe?” You call him out. He’d busy himself with some of his own work. “I uh, I don’t have anything to fill in here,” You say, pointing to one of the blanks on the page.

“Father’s name,” he mumbles, “are you a single mother?”

He had his speculations you were single, but he didn’t want to assume something before he knew something for sure.

“Yeah,” you shy away from his gaze, your eyes settling on your lap, “I’m divorced,”

“Alright, that’s no issue, just,” he takes a pen, “check this box,”

You look at the page to see he’s checked some box regarding single parents.

“Thank you,” you smile, taking the paper back from him and filling the rest of the form.

Once you’re done filling all the paperwork, you get up from your chair to go to Sage. She’s now busied herself with painting, her brush creating random strokes on a white page. You get on your knees in front of her, your hold on her shoulders. “Mamma’s going now, okay? Don’t misbehave,” you say, giving her a stern look.

“I won’t mamma,” she smiles, and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll come to pick you up very soon,” you tell her, getting up from the floor.

You turn around to see Rafe leaning next to the wooden table. He has a soft smile on his face, you can’t help but break into a smile yourself.

“I’ll, I’ll see you later,” your gaze has fallen to your shoes as you feel Rafe looking at you. There’s something about his blue eyes which always seem like they are piercing you. The kind of eyes which you ache to look at again just the second you stop looking at them.

The kind of eyes which are too easy to get lost in.

He wishes you well, and you leave the classroom, not knowing his gaze is fixed at you, longing for you.

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You’re sitting on your couch with Sage lying on your lap, her eyes closed as she’s lost in a deep slumber. The lights of your living room are dimmed, the bright light of the tv in front of you dances across you. One of Sage’s cartoons is playing, but as she’s drifted off, you switch the channel to the news one.

“Three men caught in exchange of drugs, the heroin weighs to around 15 kilograms,” the reporter on the tv says. A little video pops up next to him, showing three men with their backs towards the camera, and each man is being held by a policeman, their hands locked well in handcuffs.

The camera cuts to their faces, and the reporter continues speaking. “The men have been identified as Bill Anderson, Aaron Simmons, and Adrian Hayes. They have been…”

The voice of the reporter fades out, as you hear the familiar name and see the familiar face.

You only hear a ringing in your ear as you sit up straight, your eyes wide, as you see Adrian with bruises on his face, his hair reduced to a bare minimum, black circles prominent under his eyes, and pale skin to add to it all.

You can’t even recognise him.

This is the same man you gave you Sage.

The same man who once promised to love you for an eternity, but now, you’re seeing him on tv, completely unrecognizable, as he gets caught for drug dealing.

You shake your head, suddenly feeling your throat dry up, your eyes wide and breathing fast. You turn off the tv, not wanting to look at that horror anymore. You had almost forgotten about Sage sleeping in your lap, looking so peaceful as her chest heaves up and down with her deep breaths.

You pick her up in your arms and take her to her room, laying her in her bed. She doesn’t detect any single movement as she continues to sleep relaxedly. You gently kiss the top of her head, smoothing her hair with your hand.

“I’ll always keep you safe baby, always.”

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