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↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ Towards The Sun

Dad!Rafe Cameron x Mom!Fem!Reader [ more rafe content ]

SYNOPSIS & WC─•❥ [1.9k] Marrying a man whose known to have a temper wasn't for the weak, but with your newborn daughter in the picture, you're especially determined to make sure he knows that the cycle won't continue.

WARNING(S) & A/N─•❥ part of @zyafics MRGA campaign, based on Towards The Sun by Rihanna, swearing, mild violence, yelling, mentions of substance/alcohol abuse, mentions of rehab/therapy, mentions of relapsing, their baby is named Eve

YOU KNEW WHAT you were in for when you got involved with Rafe Cameron. Or so you thought.

You were no stranger to his drug addiction, his temper, or the pressing family issues that seemed to trigger it all. And you weren't there to be his savior by any means. But you loved him, and it was clear he needed help.

You saw a light within him that no one else seemed to, and although it wasn't your job to bring it to the surface, you made it your mission anyway.

You spent the majority of your relationship teaching Rafe that everything didn't need to be a battle, that the world wasn't against him. After six months together, you'd helped him get clean and sober. After a year, you'd encouraged him to start therapy for his anger, him being hesitant until you told him you were pregnant and that it was non-negotiable.

And now, a year into your marriage, you had an eight-month-old daughter you both loved very much. Your number one priority was fostering a safe and stable environment for her.

But like all progress, it has the potential to go backward.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room of your and Rafe's home, your daughter sound asleep beside you, laid out on the hand-knitted blanket your mother had made for her. The TV was on, playing one of your favorite movies, when the slam of the front door echoed through the quiet house, rattling the framed photos on the hallway table.

You flinched, a hand instinctively going to your heart. It wasn't the usual gentle click of Rafe coming home, the one that meant he'd had a good day, that he was still fighting his demons and winning. This was different. This was the sound of a storm brewing, a beast coming out of hiding.

You pushed yourself up from the sofa, glancing at your restful child. "Rafe?" you called out, your voice tentative.

He was in the kitchen now, his back to you, shoulders hunched. He was silent, but his breathing was so heavy you could hear it across the room.

At his silence, you sighed, gently scooping up your daughter, careful not to wake her as you stood, cradling her against your chest. Walking over to him slowly, you spoke once again. "Rafe," you started, standing next to him as he took deep breaths. "What's wrong-"

"What isn't?" he snapped, pushing himself up from the counter. He shot you a glance as he turned away, one you recognized. And one you didn't like. "Apparently, my father's trying to collaborate our development with another business. I mean, does he know how stupid that is?" Rafe ranted, hands moving wildly as you stood in place, dangerously still. "Not only is it fucking stupid, it means I'm moving down in the ranks. Again. After he promised me—" He slammed his fist on the counter, a force so large the ground underneath your feet shook.

"Rafe—"

"After he promised me I was next in line!" he shouted, face turning a dangerous shade of red.

You hadn't seen this side of Rafe in so long that it was hard to digest, but you weren't going to let it spiral. He'd worked so hard to get where he was now; you weren't going to let one mishap upend it all.

As he heaved in the kitchen, you quietly exited the room. You rocked your baby, trying to keep her asleep amid the chaos brewing in your family home, as you walked down the hall and to her nursery. You gently laid her down in her crib, turning on her mobile before silently leaving and softly shutting the door.

You could still hear Rafe talking to himself, the clanking of dishes in the kitchen ringing out as you took a deep breath, making your way back into the kitchen.

"He's such a piece of shit—"

"You need to calm down," you said bluntly, rounding the corner and standing before your husband with your arms crossed, eyebrows set into a firm line.

"C-Calm down?" Rafe said incredulously, his wild gaze now on you. It was the middle of the night, the only light being the flash of colors coming from the TV.

"Yes, that's what I said," you assured him, walking closer to Rafe as he shook his head, scoffing as he opened the cabinet where you kept your glasses. "You're losing control. Don't let go of everything you worked so hard to fix, Rafe—"

"Yeah, 'cause that's all you fucking care about," he snapped, slamming the cabinet shut and letting the glass clank against the countertop. "I get screwed over by my dad, again, and you're worried about my temper—"

"Don't talk to me like that," you snarled, your face twisting in mild anger. "And don't act like you had no part in this. I told you to stop working for your dad a long time ago—"

"And go where, huh? With what money? If I don't work for him, he'll take everything," he argued, opening the liquor cabinet and pulling out an unopened bottle of whiskey you'd forgotten about.

You tried not to keep alcohol in the house, but it was an old engagement gift you'd overlooked.

Rafe wasted no time unscrewing the cap, moving to pour it into the waiting glass before you snatched it from underneath the tilted bottle.

"What're you—"

"If you drink that," you motioned to the whiskey bottle, "that's it." You informed him, jaw clenched.

Rafe squinted in your direction, bottle still in hand. "...What're you saying? That...that if I drink this, you're going to leave me? What you think one glass is gonna make me relapse or somethin'-"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," you told him. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you needed to stand your ground. "You're letting one bad day send you back to where you were before. And I love you, Rafe. But I'm not your guardian angel. I did my part, I helped. But I won't go through that again." You said, all in one breath. "We... we have a daughter now. I won't let you turn this house into a war zone."

Your breath hitched. It had been years. So many hard-fought months and years. So many late-night talks, so many tears, so many meetings he'd dragged himself to, even when every fiber of his being screamed to just give up. And he'd done it. He'd been doing so well.

And as much as you wanted to make sure he'd stay that way, you wouldn't force it. You wouldn't prolong what might be the inevitable, because if that was who he was, then you needed to know now so you could get out before it was too late. Rafe had to make his own choices. To prove, by himself, that he could be the husband and father he vowed he would be.

And he could see it in your eyes — the looming possibility of heartbreak standing next to the motherly instinct to protect your daughter. He could see the battle in your mind in the reflection of your eyes.

And he hated that he was the reason for it.

On the drive home, all he could see was red — his father's indecisiveness and unwillingness to give Rafe the recognition within the company that he deserved, sending him down a path he'd abandoned long ago.

But as he stood, staring at you, his wife, the mother of his only child, in the eyes — he recognized just how badly he was hurting those who actually cared about him.

Your hand held out in front of him is what pulled him from his thoughts, pulled him from his rage. "...Either give me the bottle and go calm down, or me and Eve will be gone by morning, and you'll be left to clean up the pieces, by yourself this time." The words pained you to say, but they were necessary.

Rafe needed to be pulled back to reality, to be reminded that his actions had consequences, that he wasn't just an individual anymore — he was part of a whole. He was a husband, a father, a part of a family. Your family.

And if he wanted to keep it together, then he needed to act like it.

One drink wasn't worth losing either of you, he realized. And with that realization and a deep breath, he lowered his arm, handing you the open bottle.

A weight was lifted off your chest at the possibility of having to tear apart the family you wished upon stars for, that you cherished so much.

Taking the bottle from Rafe's grasp, you wasted no time in pouring it down the drain — watching the amber liquid flow, your heart just a little bit lighter.

"...I'm sorry," you heard Rafe mumble from beside you, turning to find him standing with a forlorn look on his face.

You sighed, placing the empty bottle beside the sink, leaning your back on the edge of it. "I won't lie to you and say it's fine. Because it's not, Rafe," you started, looking your husband in the eyes. "I understand you're upset. We all get upset. And I know you want to scream and break something and lash out at everyone, but you can't. Because it's not just about you anymore." You explained, throwing a hand out in the direction of your daughter's nursery. "I'm exhausted enough as is. I can't mother you, too. I won't."

Rafe nodded, dragging a hand down his face. "No, I get it. I get it..." His voice lowered as his eyes grew glossy. "I just feel like, every time I do something right, something goes wrong and sends me back so far, and I can't—" He cut himself off, a tear rolling down his face as he turned away from you.

"...Hey," you stepped closer, a hand on his shoulder. "I'm here. I'm always going to be here, Rafe. As long as you're there for yourself, too. I love you, and I married you because I love you for who I know you are. So, I'll always help you. But I just don't want you to throw yourself off a cliff and expect me to go with you. That's not what this family is." You comforted, hugging him from the back.

The sound of your daughter's soft cries broke through the light tension in the room, Rafe's neck snapping towards the sound. "Shit. I didn't wake her, did I? I'm sorry, I know it probably took forever to put her down—"

"It's okay," you squeezed your husband from behind, ducking under his arms to stand in front of him as his own hands went to your waist. "She was actually asleep for most of the day, she's probably hungry." You reassured Rafe. "Do you want to feed her? I think she missed her dad..." You spoke softly, running a hand down his chest as the other wiped his face free of tears.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I missed her, too. Both of you." He smiled faintly, kissing the top of your forehead. "I'm still learning, but I'll get it right one day, okay? I promise." Rafe told you, ducking down to peck you on the lips.

"I appreciate that," you whispered, lips just barely touching his as he pulled away. "And I appreciate you. Let me go and get her," you told Rafe, pulling away and going to get Eve from her room, returning to the kitchen with her in tow.

Rafe's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of his daughter, a genuine smile forming on his face. "Hi, Princess," he cooed, arms outstretched as he took her from you. "I missed you all day..." He spoke softly to her. "C'mon, let's get some food in you."

You smiled at the sight of your small family, something you'd always dreamed of. It wasn't perfect, quite far from it, but it was safe, stable, and most importantly, it was yours.

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dollyrafe · 1 month ago

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𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 ۶ৎ

professor!rafe w/ naive!reader

‘ l. l. lets do drugs make love! with our teachers ’

taboo content! mdni

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ! . subtle infedility . coercion . choking . smut . adult content . panty sniffing . dacryphilia . cunninglingus. obsession on rafes side. reader is 18+ .

He hates it. The way she can sit there, chewing on the end of her pen, staring up at him with those wide eyes that seem to hold no thoughts behind their gorgeous depths. Acting like it has no effect on him

It was wrong of him. He had a wife. Not a loving one, but a wife nonetheless. But he couldn't resist the fantasies

You weren't Rafe's usual student, you weren't like the other ones who'd waste their days doing irrelevant shit, smoking, doing crack or whatever it is people in college seemed to be doing these days. You were the cutest little thing ever, an innocent little button if Rafe was ever to come across one. Sure you weren't the brightest. And maybe sometimes you'd daze off a little too long meaning Rafe would just have to jolt you awake with a tap of the cheek. But you tried. You wanted to try, wanted to make your parents proud.

Which is exactly why a D+ just wouldn't do!!

' But, sir! ' You whined, eyes tearing up. ' This won't do ! My mama- My daddy will be so disappointed...I can't get a D+ ! I can't ' , You grip the dreaded D+ assignment in your perfectly-manicured hands.

Rafe sighs ' I'm sorry, but I assure you I marked it fairly, You got a D+ , just try harder ' next time ' He frowns then chuckles as you stare at him with utter hatred. Well, more of your cartoonish try at being angry. It was hard to take you seriously.. with that adorable face...plump lips.. gorgeous eyes..

He snaps back to the reality ' Well miss.. I don't seem to be seeing the problem here. A D+ has been your average this semester and no other times have you stormed up such a fuss about it! '

You groan ' Sir!! Don't you get it? It's not just any assessment, this is our end of year's! These go on reports, I can't just- '

That's it. She wants to make her parents proud of their little bimbo daughter. I see.

Her shoes scuffle on the floor, as she absentmindedly traces shapes onto the floor with her pink flats. It was a nervous habit of hers that Rafe had grown to be fond of. She bats her pretty eyelashes as she looks up, eyes catching the glint in his own. He chuckles.

The older man stands up from his desk, coming round the table to get closer to her. Too close.

'I suppose, there's something you could do, that is if you really want that grade, sweetheart' Rafe suggests, a hidden message unlying his words that would seem caring if not for the sleazy tone he had now taken.

You look up, hopefully ' Really, professor? Do you mean it? I'll do anything just tell me! I really want that mark! '

' Lie down '

' h-huuh? Professor what do you mean ' you giggle, nervously.

' I said lie down, baby ' he snarls. ' You want that grade don't you? Wanna make mommy and daddy proud? Huh? '

' Yes, of course! But why do you want me to l-lie down? ' your voice quivers

' Sh, Sh, Sh, ' he consoled, cold hand resting on your cheek — he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. ' You trust me, right? '

' I, I don't know, Sir this seems wrong! My daddy tells me to trust my intu— ' you're cut off by a light slap.

' Come on, baby. I thought you wanted a good grade. Remember- ' He taps his computer. ' Reports. '

You sigh ' O-okay professor. B-but what are you going to do? '

He smiles ' Gonna make you feel good. So good '

He buries his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of your sweet strawberry scent. Rafe groans.

' Mm — smell so good baby, you ever let anyone else smell you like this hm? '

He looks up, to see tears dripping down your cheeks, flowing freely now.

' Dont cry, hmm? At least let me get to the good part baby..you're not even trying! ' He taunts, chuckling at your expense, shaking his head as you glare down at him. But that look. The one swallowing up her pretty irises is enough to make him want more. He lays her down on the mahogany table, pinning her down by the arms.

' Wow baby, you look even better below me, spread out all for me.. ' He sinks to his knees, eye level with the short skirt he has been eager to rip off for months now. Flipping it up, he moans as your sweet smell hits his nostrils. ' Oh fuck, baby '

He kisses your clothed crotch, and you squirm, desperate to save some dignity.

He removes his hands from your arms, instead spreading your legs open. Keeping them open, even as you try to shut them with fail.

' Don't hide baby, your so beautiful.. all of you.. ' he chuckles as you continue to sob ' Oh darling. Your tears only make you even more beautiful in my eyes. '

He slides your panties down, revelling over the little bow and bunny pattern ' Oh doll. Oh fuck ' he groans before diving into your sweet little cunt, keeping eye contact as he licks a bold strip up your pussy.

His eyes roll back, groaning as your taste fills his mouth, he takes another go, swirling deeper between your folds

You grip his hair, tugging and desperately trying to pull his mouth away

He snarls, panting against your swollen cunt ' You want me to stop huh, bunny? Really want me to- ' he shoves a finger in ' stop ? '

His thick fingers pump inside you, a double attack as he continues to feast on your pussy.

You moan. You actually fucking moan. Rafe grins.

' You like it baby? ' You shake your head, every word coming out as shaken pants.

' No-uh.. huu ' you whimper.

He frowns ' Really. Hm. ' He pulls away at last, only to slap your swollen folds. Hard. ' Dont like it huh, baby? Well you have to if you want that grade. So do you fucking like it ?! ' He growls, slapping your cunt again, again, again.

' yees-! yes! i love it! ' you shudder, coming hard on his toungue.

Rafe loves it. Lapping it all up. Its disgusting honestly. He could do all this. With his wife's photo sitting there right next to your worn body

He strokes your thigh before turning to his desk and picking up your assignment. And there. He changes the measly D+ to an A.

' There you go, darling. Hope you're proud. '

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