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just wait till i officially pop back fr >:)

˗ˏˋ now introducing . . . incel!rafe ˎˊ˗

daddy’s money superiority complex a full time red-flag

he’s not just heartbroken he’s hateful he’s misogynistic .ᐟ

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . watches porn religiously. claiming he hates it, claiming all the girls in them are ‘fake whores’ and ‘that’s what they deserve’ — and it never fully satisfies him. but still he does it again. and again. and again. it’s his twisted therapy. and he never finishes to the regular stuff — only to scenarios where the girl is being degraded, begging, crying. he searches for girls who look like you, a little too pretty and too soft, getting the worse shit done to them. sick nasty videos that would get him put on a list, like ‘girl crying during sex’ ‘forced orgasm compilations’ or ‘blackmail porn’ he knows it’s wrong, but it’s never enough to stop.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has an obsession with purity. it’s dark and dangerous, he sees women who experience any type of sexual freedom as ‘threats’ if they dont fit into his narrow view of what a woman should be. he’s disgusted by them for not catering to his desires or for having autonomy over their own bodies. he wants women who are innocent, untouched, and under his control — his way of proving he’s the one in charge. but the hypocrisy is glaring. while he condemns women for their sexuality, he’s consumed by fantasies of dominating, ruining, breaking them down, and making them submit to his twisted will.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has no sympathy for women. when he “loves” a woman, he might tell her that no one else will ever love her like he does—playing the long-suffering martyr, claiming that he’s the only one who truly understands her. but the love he offers is never pure. he’ll constantly tear her down, calling her worthless, stupid, or fat, all while claiming it’s for her own good. if she gets upset, he’ll accuse her of being “too sensitive” or “overreacting,” further alienating her. if a woman cries, gets upset, or expresses hurt, he finds it pathetic. he might mock her, call her weak, and tell her she’s just “looking for attention” when she’s truly in distress. his inability to comprehend or care about a woman’s emotional well-being only deepens his hatred for them.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . uses sex as power. he doesn’t believe in mutual consent, he believes in ownership and if he wants something he takes it. he might try to guilt or manipulate a woman into sex, telling her that if she “really loved him,” she’d give in. if she says no, he twists it into a game of control, making her feel like she’s the one in the wrong for denying him. his need to dominate extends to every interaction, including sex, where he treats it like a conquest, not an intimate exchange.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . has a fragile ego. when a woman shows she doesn’t need him, it triggers something deep inside him. he can’t stand it. he feels entitled to every woman’s attention, and when that attention isn’t directed at him, it makes him feel worthless. he’ll hide it behind a mask of false confidence, but internally, he’s seething. it’s like a personal affront to his existence, and he can’t stand it. instead, he’ll find ways to undermine her; through force, threats, or sabotage, even make her doubt herself, or try to control her until she becomes dependent on him.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . craves humiliation. there’s a deeply destructive side to him, when he’s alone — he watches porn that makes him feel sick and helpless. it’s the only time he can let go of his need for control and let the chaos wash over him. but it’s also a form of self-punishment. he knows he’s toxic, and part of him wants to be punished for it. he’s caught between wanting to control and wanting to be controlled, and he’s too deep in the spiral to break free.

⌨︎ incel!rafe who . . . knows he’s a monster. part of him, the deepest part, has moments of clarity. when the high from his toxic behavior fades, he’s left with the aftermath—his reflection staring back at him, judging him. there are flashes of guilt, self-awareness, where he recognizes that what he’s doing is wrong. but instead of taking responsibility, he doubles down, justifying his actions, telling himself he can’t help it. he’s too far gone to fix himself, and that thought terrifies him.

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thank you for not being a trump supporter 🫶🏽

saying thank you for this is so sad and ridiculous. anyone who voted for trump thinking he was going to do anything right for this country is so out of touch and just flat out insane. that man baited the poor and the working class by saying that he was going to ‘get rid’ of inflation to get their vote knowing there’s so many people in this country who don’t just need the basic necessities to survive (not even live) and promised miracles that he knew he could never and would never make happen. that’s just pure evil.

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just to clarify because apparently it’s not obvious: i did not vote for trump. i do not like trump. in fact, i want him to die :)

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Does stepbro rafe really love step sis like she loves him 🥺

Stepbro!Rafe really does but through actions rather than words.

Like burning in his chest, daydreaming about her when she’s not around, noticing things that remind him of her, bringing her up in every conversation like …

“oh yeah, my sister likes-“

“my sister said-“

“nah man, I gotta get back home to my sis-“ like alright bro we get it.

Waking up thinking about her. Going to sleep thinking about her.

Buying things he knows she would like. Talking about some, “don’t make a big deal out of it, alright?” when she squeals and presses kisses to his face.

Giving her the bigger portion when they spilt something. Or the last appetizer.

Going to the store and getting her pads / tampons. And tossing the pack in her face with a “here, brat” — as she mopes on his bed. Keeping advil in his nightstand for that time of the month.

Straightening or curling the back of her hair where she can’t reach. Making baths for her when she’s whiny. Letting her do skincare on him and wax his eyebrows. Or paint his toes when she’s bored.

Massaging her sore feet and pressing kisses to her toes after a night out in her 5-inch stilettos.

Zipping up her outfits when they’re too tight because she prefers them skin-tight. Lacing up her corsets and shoes, helping her zip up a boot and bending down to slip her mule-stilettos on.

Massaging her scalp when they’re laying down. Rubbing sunscreen or tanning lotion onto her back or digging a dip in the sand so she can lay flat on her stomach and not have her boobs hurt.

Giving her the first bowl-hit he freshly packed. Giving her the fatter line. Ordering for her when she’s too high to talk after a smoke session and they have munchies. Getting her favorite snacks and drink when he goes into the gas station without her asking as she sits pretty in his passenger seat.

Paying for her lash, nail, and wax appointments. So does Ward.

Making people scoot over so she can sit next to him.

Pressing people who make her upset. Men and women alike. Sneering at her mom when they fight. Defending her 24/7.

Making the effort to go out of his way to do things for her.

Doting on her. Missing her. Yearning for her. Protecting her.

Just loving her — TYPE SHIT.

He may not always be the nicest verbally or super-soppy. And he may act like doing these things are doing her a reluctant favor.

And yeah? He may push her and smack her around a bit, he gets real rough with her sometimes (all the time).

But he truly loves her.

His actions say it all.

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ALL OF THIS!!!!

been in the marvel fandom side of tumblr since I was 13 and never have I seen the type of behavior that happens on OBX tumblr.

heavy on regurgitated brainrot.

and HEAVY on no fandom etiquette / catering adult content to non-adults.

i’ve been in and left multiple fandoms since i was 11/12 and i have come to the conclusion that out of all of them—no one is as sensitive as the obx fandom (majority of the time, it’s the freshly 18 girls).

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oh hell yeah !!!

the cake was massive. a ridiculous, glitter-covered, cream-piped monstrosity wheeled into topper’s garage like it was a straight out of a 90s porno. balloons, beer, and chaos—rafe was already high, tipsy, and twitching from the coke he sniffed not even 20 minutes ago.

but the second he saw it—six feet tall, shaking slightly from the inside—he sobered up a bit. pupils narrowing and tongue licking his teeth.

when it bursts open...you exploded out of the top in a blur of sparkle and skin, confetti sticking to your tits and thighs. nothing on but pasties, a thong, body oil, lip gloss, and a pink satin ribbon tied around your neck like a collar. no heels, not even his necklace (the one you always happen to wear). just you, wet and shameless, legs tucked under you as you rose from the fake frosting like some depraved, fuckable minx.

you blinked at him with that stupid-sweet smile. “happy birthday, baby.”

someone choked on their beer while kelce let out a sharp yo! like he couldn't believe what the fuck he was seeing, and topper laughed in disbelief.

rafe didn’t say a word, but he moved fast, cutting through the garage like an animal, hand curling around your waist, dragging you out of the cake before your knees even hit the plastic. he had you against the side of the cake in seconds, fingers gripping your bare ass, teeth on your neck.

“you’re insane,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “fucking insane.”

“you like your present?” you whispered, grinding your soaked pussy against his jeans, nipples under your pasties hard against his shirtless chest, while confetti falls around you like dirty snow.

“i’m gonna fuck you in front of everyone,” he growled, biting your earlobe. “make them all watch while you scream my name.”

you just giggle, “that’s the point, daddy.”

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anything in particular yall are curious to know about Stepbro!Rafe x Stepsis!reader …. ?

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I answered about the way a conversation with Stepsis!Reader and her mom would go after she gets caught with Stepbro!Rafe — so it’s only fair to write how it would go with Ward…

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Ward would be locked away in his study. Hand’s gripping the expensive leather draped across the armrest of his chair. Eyes locked onto the wall as he runs through various thoughts, bouncing around painfully in his brain at the situation in his home.

Fuck — he already knew Rafe had issues — but he’s struggling to come to terms with the fact that the darling, step-daughter he adores; does as well.

The one he levels with his love for Sarah. If not slightly above her.

The one he spoils endlessly with anything and everything she wants just to see that gorgeous smile spread across her face; and a squeal of satisfaction falls from her lips as she embraces him in a tight hug every-time with her chest pressed to his and “thank you, daddy!” falling from her lips.

The one who he provides a lifestyle she enjoys and adores — that her step-sister dejects as she runs around the Cut with Pogues.

His door opens softly as he remains still in his seat. Eyes still staring into the wall as he hears it close with a soft-click. Knowing exactly who it is when he smells sweet perfume and hears heels clack against the floor.

“Daddy?” Says his step-daughter with her sweet voice. Making him immediately turn his head to give her his attention as he takes her in with an ache settled in his chest.

Eye’s brushing over her outfit — a mini skirt and halter top that barely does anything to cover her frame. But he’s used to that.

What he’s not used to is the marks littered across her delicate neck and décolleté. The one’s Rafe gives her freely now that their secret is all the way out. Decorating her smooth complexion alongside the expensive jewelry wrapped around her throat.

He locks eyes with her and that ache settles way deeper in his heart, as she looks at him with those gorgeous eyes and pretty lips in a soft pout.

The one she knows always gets her way.

He turns his chair slightly toward her but looks away as he shuts his eyes and a deep, frustrated sigh falls from his chest. Listening to her heels clack along the floor as she comes near him.

But it’s the words that she says next, that really dig the dagger in his heart…

“Do you hate me, now?” She says with a soft inquiry. Her delicate voice filled with a slight edge of faux-despair as the question rolls off her tongue and out of her lush-lips.

That’s the question that makes his eyes snap open to look at her, as she stares down at him with her lash-decorated eyes — waiting for a reply.

And no. He doesn’t hate her — he can’t. Not his sweet girl. He never would.

Another sigh falls from his nose as he turns his chair to face her fully now. His arms opening in a suggestion she immediately catches onto as she plops herself on his lap and nuzzles her face into his warm-neck.

His hand coming to smooth over her hair as one of his hands grips her thigh; while her smooth legs recline over the armrest. Reclining back in his seat and allowing them to settle.

“No, princess.” He says softly. Turning his head to press a soft kiss to her hairline as he shuts his eyes tightly once more and inhales the scent of her shampoo. Nose nuzzling in her hair as his grip tightens slightly on her thigh.

“I could never, hate you.” He appeases her, satisfaction settling in her as she gets her way once more. With ease and a soft bat of her pretty lashes.

Just as manipulative and cunning as her step-brother and lover — only with a softer, more subtle edge.

She brings her face from his neck as she looks into Ward’s eyes. Her delicate, manicured hands cupping the rugged skin of his cheeks and slightly caressing his stubble with the tips of her fingers.

Giving him a sweet smile as she tells him…

“I love him so much, daddy. Always will. Don’t be mad at us, please?”

It’s all that needs to be said. All that needs to be confirmed that this truly was the new reality of their family. Ward giving her a sad smile knowing he could never deny her what she wants.

Even if it is Rafe.

Even if he is the brother she’s been around for a while now.

His hand smooths over her hair once more; as his body language shows a reluctant agreement just to appease her.

Always giving her what she wants.

And when she brings her face closer to his and nuzzles his nose with the tips of hers. Her minty breath hitting his lips as she stares into his eyes with a deviant behavior slightly shining through. The one she hides impeccably well.

She gives him a soft peck on the lips that lingers but —maybe — can pass as fatherly, daughterly affection. Whispering out against his lips..

“And, I love you too.”

A cunning smile spreading across her face as she gets up abruptly, and turns her back to him. Strutting toward the door as she can feel Ward’s gaze burning into her back, his fist clenching against his thigh as he takes in Rafe’s abuse against the peaks of her ass showing.

She opens the door and turns back to him with a soft smile — that says everything…

She has them both wrapped around her manicured finger.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder and leaving the room; shutting the door behind her with a soft click, once again. Leaving Ward to fall back into his chair and let out a harsh breath as he runs a hand over his face.

Choosing to ignore the burning in his gut and throbbing in-between his legs.

Fuck.

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a/n: this is her house and she runs it

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Little backstory as to WHY — Ward and Stepsis!reader’s mom allow this little relationship to go on under their roof …

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Ward and your mother are exhausted.

The gala they had been at was extravagant, Ward charming potential clientele and your mother his perfect, docile wife.

They finally step into the large depth of Tannyhill, mumbling to each other with mindless conversation as they look around to see almost all the lights off except for soft little lights that keep the house dimly lit.

They know the girls are out, Wheezie at a friends, Sarah — again doing God knows what — and it’s when they near the living room that their soft chatter halts and Ward’s ears perk up as his eyes harden. Your mother looking at him in confusion till she heard exactly what made him pause…

Whines and moans come from the living room. Familiar whines. The ones Ward hears when you’re moping about after not getting your way or bugging your mom about something. Except this time they’re more depraved, more consistent. And then they hear Rafe’s nasally cadence… unable to make out exactly what he’s saying. But something in their chest twists, as Ward shuffles quietly to the living room with your mom who had taken off her heels… her chest thumping as her intuition tells her exactly what’s happening under their roof..

She’d known that Rafe was pining after you from the very first moment you two met. His lustful leer constantly darting over your body when your walked around in minimal or skimpy clothing — despite your mother’s disapproval. His borderline incestual touches that he disguises as familial affection — though she’s never seen him be so attentive to the other girls. And she knows her daughter. She knows that you love it just as much without a care to how it makes her feel.

And that’s when they see it. Ward’s mouth pressing into a hard line and eyes darkening with a swirl of emotions as your mom’s brows furrow and she feels the nausea rise in her stomach to her chest…

There you are. Both of you.

Except this time those lingering touches can’t be passed off as overt-affection — no. This time their suspicions are confirmed and it leaves both of them spiraling mentally as they see you spread out on the couch… Rafe’s head bobbing inbetween your legs as your manicured fingers tug at his stringy hair and nails scratch at his scalp.

He’s got both hands pushing your thighs back to your bare chest, your pedicured-toes pointed in the air as your back arches sensually. His head moving rapidly side to side with harsh groans falling from his lips against your dripping pussy that is messy with spit, your slick and his cum that he’d pounded into you earlier that day.

Your whines grow louder and Rafe’s movements become harsher, his eyes shut tightly as he revels in you, your eyes fluttering and half shut from mind-numbing pleasure — one hand bent over and gripping into the pillow behind you as the other maintains your grip on his messy hair.

But it’s when Rafe’s head picks up as he catches onto movement in the house and he sees exactly who’s home — hovering right behind you, that his wet face falls into a devious smirk. Gathering the spit in his mouth and letting it fall from his mouth in a string right into your already messy pussy as he holds eye contact with your mother.

Pride swelling in his chest at the fact that all her warnings and scoldings to you about staying away from him went completely disregarded. One hand dropping from your thigh making it fall over his shoulder and smearing his spit all over you while holding eye contact — slicked up mouth twisting into a boyish smile with craze in his eyes.

The family signet ring glistening along with your slick against his finger almost mocking.

And that’s when Ward snaps out of it. And your mom finally turns away and shuts her eyes tightly. Desperate to rid the image of the devil tainting her precious girl. Though she knows deep in her mind that you’re just as fucked as he is. Something she’s always refused to accept.

“What the hell is going on?! Fuck Rafe, seriously?!” Ward booms, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and watching as your body jolts in shock. Breast bouncing as your turn your head back and make eye contact with your stepdad. His eyes softening slightly as he takes in his sweet stepdaughter — chest filling with a swirl of emotions he doesn’t know how to explain. Her gorgeous eyes staring up at her dad as her pretty lashes make her look all that more enticing.

Lush lips swollen and slicked up from Rafe’s desperate kisses and the way he fucked your mouth right before.

Oh sweet girl.

The devil’s got my son and now the devil’s got you too.

“Hey dad, how was the gala?” Rafe says casually, his hand pressing into your stomach to hold your back down after your try to get up and cover yourself. Falling back into the cushions with a mewl when he spits again on your pussy, watching as it drips from your swollen clit down to your fluttering hole.

Not a care in the damn world.

“Rafe.” Ward says with grit in his voice. His mind reeling at what to do while your mother sobs into her hand with her back turned to the debauched scene.

“What’s up?” Rafe says too casually, too nonchalant as if what he’s doing isn’t sick. Looking at Ward with fire in his eyes and wet face twisting into a sly grin. “We thought you two were going to come back a little later.” He says as if it’s nothing. As if he’s not defiling his stepsister in front of their eyes.

Rafe moves his body up. Standing up and making Ward grip the bridge of nose and shut his eyes in frustration as he catches sight of his son’s bare body. Hardened cock still slick from your mess. Grabbing his shorts from the floor and sliding them over himself as he tossed your negligee to you and watches you put it on in a daze.

Still needy and ready to cum. And really not that worried about getting caught.

Mind empty and only thoughts of your big brother filling them. The casualty in both your movements makes it seem like you both wanted them to know.

Is this what two got up too? All those moments of “hanging out” alone? Leaving the house at different hours with your hands intertwined in each other’s? Stumbling in from parties with giggles? How long?

“Son.” Ward says with a crack in his voice. Eyes turning back onto you both as your now covered body comes to stand behind Rafe. Legs shaky as you wrap your arms around his stomach and cower behind him. Soft eyes locking onto Ward that makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and take you away from the darkness that his son is.

Ward doesn’t know what to say. His mind going a thousand miles a minute as your mom turns back after regrouping herself. Eyes teary and and full of fury as she points an angry finger at Rafe.

“This ends now!” She roars, walking with conviction in her steps toward both of you and reaching out to grip your arm when you hide your body behind Rafe’s. Her anger bubbling over when Rafe shields you even more and blocks her movements. His towering frame looming over her and his eyes looking down at her with condescending victory.

Her own staring up at him with a nasty, hateful sneer — twisted across her face and fight in her eyes. But it’s when Rafe’s tongue licks his lips with a satisfied hum vibrating from his chest. Teeth showing sharply with a sinful smile after as he lets out a …

“Mhhmm … sweet. Always is, from the very first time.”

That’s when your mother snaps. Her hand reeling back and ready to smack across his smug face. Ward coming up quickly behind and gripping her wrist before her strike can land. Arm wrapping around her stomach as he pulls her into him while her legs buckle. Tears falling angrily from her eyes and she sobs out curses at him.

“You sick son of a bitch! I knew it!” She cries, eyes darting to the way her daughter clings onto the boy that’s suppose to be her protector.

Her brother.

But all he is — is the demon that rips her apart every night with his dick and puts her back together with his tongue.

Ward shushes her gently, moving to sit her on the couch as her face falls into her hands. Sobs ripping from her chest as her perfect little family falls apart right in front of her eyes.

Thank god the girls aren’t home.

Though they don’t know that even they have been catching onto your’s and Rafe’s weird, little relationship.

Ward comes to stand in front of Rafe. His arm still shielding you behind him and your soft eyes looking at Ward around his arm. His eyes dropping to the way your nails grip into his abdomen for comfort. Before flitting back up to Rafe with a new determination in his eyes.

“If you think I’m going to allow this in my home, under my roof,” he emphasizes and lets out a non-humored laugh — head shaking as he finished with a, “you got another thing coming, son.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes with a mocking smirk, head turning to look to the side before swiftly moving back to his father’s gaze. Ward’s shoulders full of tension as both men fight for dominance.

“Yeah?” Drips from Rafe’s wet mouth as a soft chuckle follows right after — before a determined, “you’re not going to do jack-shit. ‘Wanna know, why?” He says with pure confidence. Head tilting mockingly as he stares his father down. Your nails digging into him with a whimper falling from your mouth as you press your damp forehead to his back.

Your mom’s pained cries hitting you in your heart. But Rafe’s love matter’s more.

“That so?” Ward says with furrowed brows and an equally mocking smirk sliding across his face as he takes in his son’s audacity. “Enlighten me, son. Humor me. Why is that?”

Rafe just looks at him with a patronizing confidence. Lips in a nasty grin as he sizes his father up. Determined to come out on top right along with his prize. You.

“You’re not ‘gonna do shit. Because if you do,” he steps forward slightly, chest knocking into his father’s while you shuffle right along with him. Rafe looking down at Ward over his nose. “I’ll make this all public. Show the island exactly who she belongs to and exactly what we’ve been getting up to.”

And that makes Ward’s equally mocking smile drop immediately. His hands falling into a tight fist along his sides, as he takes in Rafe’s statement. The idea of their perfect reputation being marked with a sickening stain bouncing around his brain. Who would respect him if even his own son and stepdaughter don’t?

It immediately makes your mother’s head snap up. Eyes burning into the scene as the same realization settles in her chest. The idea that the other socialites on the island, all their friends, extended family even — would come to see that their children are walking all over the perfect family-image they’ve created with not a care in the world …

Well that makes her chest clench even tighter.

“Yeah, got it now?” Rafe says with triumph laced in his voice. A huff falling from his nose as soft laugh leaves him. That’s what he thought.

“The perfect little family you love to flaunt around and that perfect little reputation would come crumbling down, wouldn’t it?” He rubbed in, his chest swelling with pride as his father stepped back in a daze. His mind going a thousand miles a minute at the type of damage control that would need to be done if this came out to the entirety of the island.

He sits down gently next to your mother. His palms laying flat across his knees and back stiff as his eyes lock into the carpet below. Ignoring the worried stare of his wife as his mind races, before his hands clench into fist once more and he shuts his eyes tightly. A frustrated sigh falling from his nose.

Checkmate bitch.

Rafe is flying on a cloud of victory. Stepping forward and making your arms drop from around him as you look at your parents anxiously. Bringing your manicured nail to your swollen lips as you anxiously chew on the long edge of it. Eyes shuffling between your mother and Ward who’s eyes are now locked onto him with viciousness, Rafe’s strong back facing you.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, his face displaying power as his eyes lock onto yours.

“Wait for me upstairs, baby. Alright? I’ll be up there in a second.” He says softly, though his voice is still full of command. And when you hesitate for a second, eyes darting between his and your mother’s heartbroken gaze.

Well that just won’t do.

“Now!” He grits out, fingers snapping at you and pointing to the exit where you need to go. His face hardened with dominance as he holds your gaze in his. Your feet shuffling before your mind can catch up as you listen to him.

You always would.

As you shuffle past them to follow the path leading to the staircase; his hand comes out to smack your ass with a loud clap as you pass him. Giving out a vicious smirk as he watches you leave the tension filled living room and listen to his command.

Looking over your shoulder — you look at him once more and he can see the tension leave your body as he gave you a reassuring nod.

And when you’re out of his line of sight, that’s when he turns to look back at his father and your mother. Strong arms crossing over his chest as he gazes down at them as if they were nothing.

“Don’t think I won’t. You know me better than that, don’t you dad?” He mocks, eyes battling for dominance with Ward’s as he ignores the burning stare of your mother till he doesn’t. Looking directly at her after and saying…

“And don’t even think about doing anything, either. Got a few videos of your little girl getting fucked and filled that I’m sure the island would love to see.”

His face still slightly damp from his mouth fucking you as his teeth show in a sharp smile once more. Making a show of bringing his fingers to wipe away at it and lick it off his fingers tips — before he finally steps away from them.

Walking around the couch as he heads for the same direction he sent you in. Heavy footsteps filling the otherwise silent house as he leaves them there with loathing at his upper hand on their family.

Rafe calling over his shoulder with a shout of…

“Glad we could have this talk!”

They can just hear the permanent smirk of satisfaction displayed on his face.

And while your mother is trying to rid her mind of you being defiled in front of her very eyes…

Ward’s mind keeps falling back to his gorgeous, little stepdaughter spread out bare in front of him. Wondering what she might taste like …

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a/n: hell yeah.

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i love torturing you with father / son 😤

Little backstory as to WHY — Ward and Stepsis!reader’s mom allow this little relationship to go on under their roof …

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Ward and your mother are exhausted.

The gala they had been at was extravagant, Ward charming potential clientele and your mother his perfect, docile wife.

They finally step into the large depth of Tannyhill, mumbling to each other with mindless conversation as they look around to see almost all the lights off except for soft little lights that keep the house dimly lit.

They know the girls are out, Wheezie at a friends, Sarah — again doing God knows what — and it’s when they near the living room that their soft chatter halts and Ward’s ears perk up as his eyes harden. Your mother looking at him in confusion till she heard exactly what made him pause…

Whines and moans come from the living room. Familiar whines. The ones Ward hears when you’re moping about after not getting your way or bugging your mom about something. Except this time they’re more depraved, more consistent. And then they hear Rafe’s nasally cadence… unable to make out exactly what he’s saying. But something in their chest twists, as Ward shuffles quietly to the living room with your mom who had taken off her heels… her chest thumping as her intuition tells her exactly what’s happening under their roof..

She’d known that Rafe was pining after you from the very first moment you two met. His lustful leer constantly darting over your body when your walked around in minimal or skimpy clothing — despite your mother’s disapproval. His borderline incestual touches that he disguises as familial affection — though she’s never seen him be so attentive to the other girls. And she knows her daughter. She knows that you love it just as much without a care to how it makes her feel.

And that’s when they see it. Ward’s mouth pressing into a hard line and eyes darkening with a swirl of emotions as your mom’s brows furrow and she feels the nausea rise in her stomach to her chest…

There you are. Both of you.

Except this time those lingering touches can’t be passed off as overt-affection — no. This time their suspicions are confirmed and it leaves both of them spiraling mentally as they see you spread out on the couch… Rafe’s head bobbing inbetween your legs as your manicured fingers tug at his stringy hair and nails scratch at his scalp.

He’s got both hands pushing your thighs back to your bare chest, your pedicured-toes pointed in the air as your back arches sensually. His head moving rapidly side to side with harsh groans falling from his lips against your dripping pussy that is messy with spit, your slick and his cum that he’d pounded into you earlier that day.

Your whines grow louder and Rafe’s movements become harsher, his eyes shut tightly as he revels in you, your eyes fluttering and half shut from mind-numbing pleasure — one hand bent over and gripping into the pillow behind you as the other maintains your grip on his messy hair.

But it’s when Rafe’s head picks up as he catches onto movement in the house and he sees exactly who’s home — hovering right behind you, that his wet face falls into a devious smirk. Gathering the spit in his mouth and letting it fall from his mouth in a string right into your already messy pussy as he holds eye contact with your mother.

Pride swelling in his chest at the fact that all her warnings and scoldings to you about staying away from him went completely disregarded. One hand dropping from your thigh making it fall over his shoulder and smearing his spit all over you while holding eye contact — slicked up mouth twisting into a boyish smile with craze in his eyes.

The family signet ring glistening along with your slick against his finger almost mocking.

And that’s when Ward snaps out of it. And your mom finally turns away and shuts her eyes tightly. Desperate to rid the image of the devil tainting her precious girl. Though she knows deep in her mind that you’re just as fucked as he is. Something she’s always refused to accept.

“What the hell is going on?! Fuck Rafe, seriously?!” Ward booms, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and watching as your body jolts in shock. Breast bouncing as your turn your head back and make eye contact with your stepdad. His eyes softening slightly as he takes in his sweet stepdaughter — chest filling with a swirl of emotions he doesn’t know how to explain. Her gorgeous eyes staring up at her dad as her pretty lashes make her look all that more enticing.

Lush lips swollen and slicked up from Rafe’s desperate kisses and the way he fucked your mouth right before.

Oh sweet girl.

The devil’s got my son and now the devil’s got you too.

“Hey dad, how was the gala?” Rafe says casually, his hand pressing into your stomach to hold your back down after your try to get up and cover yourself. Falling back into the cushions with a mewl when he spits again on your pussy, watching as it drips from your swollen clit down to your fluttering hole.

Not a care in the damn world.

“Rafe.” Ward says with grit in his voice. His mind reeling at what to do while your mother sobs into her hand with her back turned to the debauched scene.

“What’s up?” Rafe says too casually, too nonchalant as if what he’s doing isn’t sick. Looking at Ward with fire in his eyes and wet face twisting into a sly grin. “We thought you two were going to come back a little later.” He says as if it’s nothing. As if he’s not defiling his stepsister in front of their eyes.

Rafe moves his body up. Standing up and making Ward grip the bridge of nose and shut his eyes in frustration as he catches sight of his son’s bare body. Hardened cock still slick from your mess. Grabbing his shorts from the floor and sliding them over himself as he tossed your negligee to you and watches you put it on in a daze.

Still needy and ready to cum. And really not that worried about getting caught.

Mind empty and only thoughts of your big brother filling them. The casualty in both your movements makes it seem like you both wanted them to know.

Is this what two got up too? All those moments of “hanging out” alone? Leaving the house at different hours with your hands intertwined in each other’s? Stumbling in from parties with giggles? How long?

“Son.” Ward says with a crack in his voice. Eyes turning back onto you both as your now covered body comes to stand behind Rafe. Legs shaky as you wrap your arms around his stomach and cower behind him. Soft eyes locking onto Ward that makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and take you away from the darkness that his son is.

Ward doesn’t know what to say. His mind going a thousand miles a minute as your mom turns back after regrouping herself. Eyes teary and and full of fury as she points an angry finger at Rafe.

“This ends now!” She roars, walking with conviction in her steps toward both of you and reaching out to grip your arm when you hide your body behind Rafe’s. Her anger bubbling over when Rafe shields you even more and blocks her movements. His towering frame looming over her and his eyes looking down at her with condescending victory.

Her own staring up at him with a nasty, hateful sneer — twisted across her face and fight in her eyes. But it’s when Rafe’s tongue licks his lips with a satisfied hum vibrating from his chest. Teeth showing sharply with a sinful smile after as he lets out a …

“Mhhmm … sweet. Always is, from the very first time.”

That’s when your mother snaps. Her hand reeling back and ready to smack across his smug face. Ward coming up quickly behind and gripping her wrist before her strike can land. Arm wrapping around her stomach as he pulls her into him while her legs buckle. Tears falling angrily from her eyes and she sobs out curses at him.

“You sick son of a bitch! I knew it!” She cries, eyes darting to the way her daughter clings onto the boy that’s suppose to be her protector.

Her brother.

But all he is — is the demon that rips her apart every night with his dick and puts her back together with his tongue.

Ward shushes her gently, moving to sit her on the couch as her face falls into her hands. Sobs ripping from her chest as her perfect little family falls apart right in front of her eyes.

Thank god the girls aren’t home.

Though they don’t know that even they have been catching onto your’s and Rafe’s weird, little relationship.

Ward comes to stand in front of Rafe. His arm still shielding you behind him and your soft eyes looking at Ward around his arm. His eyes dropping to the way your nails grip into his abdomen for comfort. Before flitting back up to Rafe with a new determination in his eyes.

“If you think I’m going to allow this in my home, under my roof,” he emphasizes and lets out a non-humored laugh — head shaking as he finished with a, “you got another thing coming, son.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes with a mocking smirk, head turning to look to the side before swiftly moving back to his father’s gaze. Ward’s shoulders full of tension as both men fight for dominance.

“Yeah?” Drips from Rafe’s wet mouth as a soft chuckle follows right after — before a determined, “you’re not going to do jack-shit. ‘Wanna know, why?” He says with pure confidence. Head tilting mockingly as he stares his father down. Your nails digging into him with a whimper falling from your mouth as you press your damp forehead to his back.

Your mom’s pained cries hitting you in your heart. But Rafe’s love matter’s more.

“That so?” Ward says with furrowed brows and an equally mocking smirk sliding across his face as he takes in his son’s audacity. “Enlighten me, son. Humor me. Why is that?”

Rafe just looks at him with a patronizing confidence. Lips in a nasty grin as he sizes his father up. Determined to come out on top right along with his prize. You.

“You’re not ‘gonna do shit. Because if you do,” he steps forward slightly, chest knocking into his father’s while you shuffle right along with him. Rafe looking down at Ward over his nose. “I’ll make this all public. Show the island exactly who she belongs to and exactly what we’ve been getting up to.”

And that makes Ward’s equally mocking smile drop immediately. His hands falling into a tight fist along his sides, as he takes in Rafe’s statement. The idea of their perfect reputation being marked with a sickening stain bouncing around his brain. Who would respect him if even his own son and stepdaughter don’t?

It immediately makes your mother’s head snap up. Eyes burning into the scene as the same realization settles in her chest. The idea that the other socialites on the island, all their friends, extended family even — would come to see that their children are walking all over the perfect family-image they’ve created with not a care in the world …

Well that makes her chest clench even tighter.

“Yeah, got it now?” Rafe says with triumph laced in his voice. A huff falling from his nose as soft laugh leaves him. That’s what he thought.

“The perfect little family you love to flaunt around and that perfect little reputation would come crumbling down, wouldn’t it?” He rubbed in, his chest swelling with pride as his father stepped back in a daze. His mind going a thousand miles a minute at the type of damage control that would need to be done if this came out to the entirety of the island.

He sits down gently next to your mother. His palms laying flat across his knees and back stiff as his eyes lock into the carpet below. Ignoring the worried stare of his wife as his mind races, before his hands clench into fist once more and he shuts his eyes tightly. A frustrated sigh falling from his nose.

Checkmate bitch.

Rafe is flying on a cloud of victory. Stepping forward and making your arms drop from around him as you look at your parents anxiously. Bringing your manicured nail to your swollen lips as you anxiously chew on the long edge of it. Eyes shuffling between your mother and Ward who’s eyes are now locked onto him with viciousness, Rafe’s strong back facing you.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, his face displaying power as his eyes lock onto yours.

“Wait for me upstairs, baby. Alright? I’ll be up there in a second.” He says softly, though his voice is still full of command. And when you hesitate for a second, eyes darting between his and your mother’s heartbroken gaze.

Well that just won’t do.

“Now!” He grits out, fingers snapping at you and pointing to the exit where you need to go. His face hardened with dominance as he holds your gaze in his. Your feet shuffling before your mind can catch up as you listen to him.

You always would.

As you shuffle past them to follow the path leading to the staircase; his hand comes out to smack your ass with a loud clap as you pass him. Giving out a vicious smirk as he watches you leave the tension filled living room and listen to his command.

Looking over your shoulder — you look at him once more and he can see the tension leave your body as he gave you a reassuring nod.

And when you’re out of his line of sight, that’s when he turns to look back at his father and your mother. Strong arms crossing over his chest as he gazes down at them as if they were nothing.

“Don’t think I won’t. You know me better than that, don’t you dad?” He mocks, eyes battling for dominance with Ward’s as he ignores the burning stare of your mother till he doesn’t. Looking directly at her after and saying…

“And don’t even think about doing anything, either. Got a few videos of your little girl getting fucked and filled that I’m sure the island would love to see.”

His face still slightly damp from his mouth fucking you as his teeth show in a sharp smile once more. Making a show of bringing his fingers to wipe away at it and lick it off his fingers tips — before he finally steps away from them.

Walking around the couch as he heads for the same direction he sent you in. Heavy footsteps filling the otherwise silent house as he leaves them there with loathing at his upper hand on their family.

Rafe calling over his shoulder with a shout of…

“Glad we could have this talk!”

They can just hear the permanent smirk of satisfaction displayed on his face.

And while your mother is trying to rid her mind of you being defiled in front of her very eyes…

Ward’s mind keeps falling back to his gorgeous, little stepdaughter spread out bare in front of him. Wondering what she might taste like …

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a/n: hell yeah.

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Little backstory as to WHY — Ward and Stepsis!reader’s mom allow this little relationship to go on under their roof …

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Ward and your mother are exhausted.

The gala they had been at was extravagant, Ward charming potential clientele and your mother his perfect, docile wife.

They finally step into the large depth of Tannyhill, mumbling to each other with mindless conversation as they look around to see almost all the lights off except for soft little lights that keep the house dimly lit.

They know the girls are out, Wheezie at a friends, Sarah — again doing God knows what — and it’s when they near the living room that their soft chatter halts and Ward’s ears perk up as his eyes harden. Your mother looking at him in confusion till she heard exactly what made him pause…

Whines and moans come from the living room. Familiar whines. The ones Ward hears when you’re moping about after not getting your way or bugging your mom about something. Except this time they’re more depraved, more consistent. And then they hear Rafe’s nasally cadence… unable to make out exactly what he’s saying. But something in their chest twists, as Ward shuffles quietly to the living room with your mom who had taken off her heels… her chest thumping as her intuition tells her exactly what’s happening under their roof..

She’d known that Rafe was pining after you from the very first moment you two met. His lustful leer constantly darting over your body when your walked around in minimal or skimpy clothing — despite your mother’s disapproval. His borderline incestual touches that he disguises as familial affection — though she’s never seen him be so attentive to the other girls. And she knows her daughter. She knows that you love it just as much without a care to how it makes her feel.

And that’s when they see it. Ward’s mouth pressing into a hard line and eyes darkening with a swirl of emotions as your mom’s brows furrow and she feels the nausea rise in her stomach to her chest…

There you are. Both of you.

Except this time those lingering touches can’t be passed off as overt-affection — no. This time their suspicions are confirmed and it leaves both of them spiraling mentally as they see you spread out on the couch… Rafe’s head bobbing inbetween your legs as your manicured fingers tug at his stringy hair and nails scratch at his scalp.

He’s got both hands pushing your thighs back to your bare chest, your pedicured-toes pointed in the air as your back arches sensually. His head moving rapidly side to side with harsh groans falling from his lips against your dripping pussy that is messy with spit, your slick and his cum that he’d pounded into you earlier that day.

Your whines grow louder and Rafe’s movements become harsher, his eyes shut tightly as he revels in you and your eyes fluttering and half shut from mind-numbing pleasure — one hand bent over and gripping into the pillow behind you as the other maintains your grip on his messy hair.

But it’s when Rafe’s head picks up as he catches onto movement in the house and he sees exactly who’s home — hovering right behind you, that his wet face falls into a devious smirk. Gathering the spit in his mouth and letting it fall from his mouth in a string right into your already messy pussy as he holds eye contact with your mother.

Pride swelling in his chest at the fact that all her warnings and scoldings to you about staying away from him went completely disregarded. One hand dropping from your thigh making it fall over his shoulder and smearing his spit all over you while holding eye contact — slicked up mouth twisting into a boyish smile with craze in his eyes.

The family signet ring glistening along with your slick against his finger almost mocking.

And that’s when Ward snaps out of it. And your mom finally turns away and shuts her eyes tightly. Desperate to rid the image of the devil tainting her precious girl. Though she knows deep in her mind that you’re just as fucked as he is. Something she’s always refused to accept.

“What the hell is going on?! Fuck Rafe, seriously?!” Ward booms, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and watching as your body jolts in shock. Breast bouncing as your turn your head back and make eye contact with your stepdad. His eyes softening slightly as he takes in his sweet stepdaughter — chest filling with a swirl of emotions he doesn’t know how to explain. Her gorgeous eyes staring up at her dad as her pretty lashes make her look all that more enticing.

Lush lips swollen and slicked up from Rafe’s desperate kisses and the way he fucked your mouth right before.

Oh sweet girl.

The devil’s got my son and now the devil’s got you too.

“Hey dad, how was the gala?” Rafe says casually, his hand pressing into your stomach to hold your back down after your try to get up and cover yourself. Falling back into the cushions with a mewl when he spits again on your pussy, watching as it drips from your swollen clit down to your fluttering hole.

Not a care in the damn world.

“Rafe.” Ward says with grit in his voice. His mind reeling at what to do while your mother sobs into her hand with her back turned to the debauched scene.

“What’s up?” Rafe says too casually, too nonchalant as if what he’s doing isn’t sick. Looking at Ward with fire in his eyes and wet face twisting into a sly grin. “We thought you two were going to come back a little later.” He says as if it’s nothing. As if he’s not defiling his stepsister in front of their eyes.

Rafe moves his body up. Standing up and making Ward grip the bridge of nose and shut his eyes in frustration as he catches sight of his son’s bare body. Hardened cock still slick from your mess. Grabbing his shorts from the floor and sliding them over himself as he tossed your negligee to you and watches you put it on in a daze.

Still needy and ready to cum. And really not that worried about getting caught.

Mind empty and only thoughts of your big brother filling them. The casualty in both your movements makes it seem like you both wanted them to know.

Is this what two got up too? All those moments of “hanging out” alone? Leaving the house at different hours with your hands intertwined in each other’s? Stumbling in from parties with giggles? How long?

“Son.” Ward says with a crack in his voice. Eyes turning back onto you both as your now covered body comes to stand behind Rafe. Legs shaky as you wrap your arms around his stomach and cower behind him. Soft eyes locking onto Ward that makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and take you away from the darkness that his son is.

Ward doesn’t know what to say. His mind going a thousand miles a minute as your mom turns back after regrouping herself. Eyes teary and and full of fury as she points an angry finger at Rafe.

“This ends now!” She roars, walking with conviction in her steps toward both of you and reaching out to grip your arm when you hide your body behind Rafe’s. Her anger bubbling over when Rafe shields you even more and blocks her movements. His towering frame looming over her and his eyes looking down at her with condescending victory.

Her own staring up at him with a nasty, hateful sneer — twisted across her face and fight in her eyes. But it’s when Rafe’s tongue licks his lips with a satisfied hum vibrating from his chest. Teeth showing sharply with a sinful smile after as he lets out a …

“Mhhmm … sweet. Always is, from the very first time.”

That’s when your mother snaps. Her hand reeling back and ready to smack across his smug face. Ward coming up quickly behind and gripping her wrist before her strike can land. Arm wrapping around her stomach as he pulls her into him while her legs buckle. Tears falling angrily from her eyes and she sobs out curses at him.

“You sick son of a bitch! I knew it!” She cries, eyes darting to the way her daughter clings onto the boy that’s suppose to be her protector.

Her brother.

But all he is — is the demon that rips her apart every night with his dick and puts her back together with his tongue.

Ward shushes her gently, moving to sit her on the couch as her face falls into her hands. Sobs ripping from her chest as her perfect little family falls apart right in front of her eyes.

Thank god the girls aren’t home.

Though they don’t know that even they have been catching onto your’s and Rafe’s weird, little relationship.

Ward comes to stand in front of Rafe. His arm still shielding you behind him and your soft eyes looking at Ward around his arm. His eyes dropping to the way your nails grip into his abdomen for comfort. Before flitting back up to Rafe with a new determination in his eyes.

“If you think I’m going to allow this in my home, under my roof,” he emphasizes and lets out a non-humored laugh — head shaking as he finished with a, “you got another thing coming, son.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes with a mocking smirk, head turning to look to the side before swiftly moving back to his father’s gaze. Ward’s shoulders full of tension as both men fight for dominance.

“Yeah?” Drips from Rafe’s wet mouth as a soft chuckle follows right after — before a determined, “you’re not going to do jack-shit. ‘Wanna know, why?” He says with pure confidence. Head tilting mockingly as he stares his father down. Your nails digging into him with a whimper falling from your mouth as you press your damp forehead to his back.

Your mom’s pained cries hitting you in your heart. But Rafe’s love matter’s more.

“That so?” Ward says with furrowed brows and an equally mocking smirk sliding across his face as he takes in his son’s audacity. “Enlighten me, son. Humor me. Why is that?”

Rafe just looks at him with a patronizing confidence. Lips in a nasty grin as he sizes his father up. Determined to come out on top right along with his prize. You.

“You’re not ‘gonna do shit. Because if you do,” he steps forward slightly, chest knocking into his father’s while you shuffle right along with him. Rafe looking down at Ward over his nose. “I’ll make this all public. Show the island exactly who she belongs to and exactly what we’ve been getting up to.”

And that makes Ward’s equally mocking smile drop immediately. His hands falling into a tight fist along his sides, as he takes in Rafe’s statement. The idea of their perfect reputation being marked with a sickening stain bouncing around his brain. Who would respect him if even his own son and stepdaughter don’t?

It immediately makes your mother’s head snap up. Eyes burning into the scene as the same realization settles in her chest. The idea that the other socialites on the island, all their friends, extended family even — would come to see that their children are walking all over the perfect family-image they’ve created with not a care in the world …

Well that makes her chest clench even tighter.

“Yeah, got it now?” Rafe says with triumph laced in his voice. A huff falling from his nose as soft laugh leaves him. That’s what he thought.

“The perfect little family you love to flaunt around and that perfect little reputation would come crumbling down, wouldn’t it?” He rubbed in, his chest swelling with pride as his father stepped back in a daze. His mind going a thousand miles a minute at the type of damage control that would need to be done if this came out to the entirety of the island.

He sits down gently next to your mother. His palms laying flat across his knees and back stiff as his eyes lock into the carpet below. Ignoring the worried stare of his wife as his mind races, before his hands clench into fist once more and he shuts his eyes tightly. A frustrated sigh falling from his nose.

Checkmate bitch.

Rafe is flying on a cloud of victory. Stepping forward and making your arms drop from around him as you look at your parents anxiously. Bringing your manicured nail to your swollen lips as you anxiously chew on the long edge of it. Eyes shuffling between your mother and Ward who’s eyes are now locked onto him with viciousness, Rafe’s strong back facing you.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, his face displaying power as his eyes lock onto yours.

“Wait for me upstairs, baby. Alright? I’ll be up there in a second.” He says softly, though his voice is still full of command. And when you hesitate for a second, eyes darting between his and your mother’s heartbroken gaze.

Well that just won’t do.

“Now!” He grits out, fingers snapping at you and pointing to the exit where you need to go. His face hardened with dominance as he holds your gaze in his. Your feet shuffling before your mind can catch up as you listen to him.

You always would.

As you shuffle past them to follow the path leading to the staircase; his hand comes out to smack your ass with a loud clap as you pass him. Giving out a vicious smirk as he watches you leave the tension filled living room and listen to his command.

Looking over your shoulder — you look at him once more and he can see the tension leave your body as he gave you a reassuring nod.

And when you’re out of his line of sight, that’s when he turns to look back at his father and your mother. Strong arms crossing over his chest as he gazes down at them as if they were nothing.

“Don’t think I won’t. You know me better than that, don’t you dad?” He mocks, eyes battling for dominance with Ward’s as he ignores the burning stare of your mother till he doesn’t. Looking directly at her after and saying…

“And don’t even think about doing anything, either. Got a few videos of your little girl getting fucked and filled that I’m sure the island would love to see.”

His face still slightly damp from his mouth fucking you as his teeth show in a sharp smile once more. Making a show of bringing his fingers to wipe away at it and lick it off his fingers tips — before he finally steps away from them.

Walking around the couch as he heads for the same direction he sent you in. Heavy footsteps filling the otherwise silent house as he leaves them there with loathing at his upper hand on their family.

Rafe calling over his shoulder with a shout of…

“Glad we could have this talk!”

They can just hear the permanent smirk of satisfaction displayed on his face.

And while your mother is trying to rid her mind of you being defiled in front of her very eyes…

Ward’s mind keeps falling back to his gorgeous, little stepdaughter spread out bare in front of him. Wondering what she might taste like …

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a/n: hell yeah.

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HEHE

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thinking about stepbro!rafe and stepsis!reader who TRIED… and i mean really TRIED to keep their depraved relationship a secret but …

…her mom and Ward lay in bed every night staring at the ceiling with angst and disgust swirling in their chests as they listen to your cries from across the hall and Rafe’s groans of “you like that? Huh? Shiiiiiit, yeah ya’ fkn do. Fuckin’ take it…”

They’re just grateful Wheezie is at a friends, and Sarah is out doing god knows what… but it doesn’t matter …even when you two attempt to keep it quiet when the girls are home — they know — what’s really going on under their roof… forced to listen to Rafe’s depraved grunts of …

“Stupid little slut.” He’d say with a grit in his voice. “Ain’t Ward’s or mommy’s lil’ girl no more, huh? Yeah —nah, your daddy’s lil’ cumdump, ain’t’cha? Now take your big brother’s load —shit baby.. there ya’ go… makin’ a fuckin’ mess..” listening to you mewl out a —“all yours Rafey!” with a “damn right,” following after and his hand giving harsh slaps against your ass as you whine and cry into his soaked sheets.. begging for him to give you everything…

Ward pondering that he needs to have Rafe move down to the furthest room along with you, all while your mom’s eyes clench shut with angst-filled tears as she’s forced to listen to her little girl be defiled by the demon she knows Rafe as.

Bonus:

They choose to ignore the deprived touches. Constantly. It’s constant. Eyes stationing elsewhere as they listen to your whines and giggles and Rafe’s chuckles when he gets his hands on you anytime you’re in his sight…

Ignoring when Rafe comes up behind you in the kitchen while you’re bent over eating a platter of fruit — smacking your ass with a loud clap as he pressed himself into your back. Watching you whine out a “Rafey!” as you turn to pout at him over your shoulder, batting those pretty faux-lashes at him. Rafe just pressing himself harder against you as he cups you from behind whispering raunchy words into your ear… fruit long forgotten as you mewl at his touches…

Ward’s locked into the newspaper he’s “reading,” while your mom is gripping the utensils painfully into her hand and staring at the half-finished breakfast that she feels she’s going to regurgitate…

They really should have known better before bringing you two together under the same roof.

And maybe Ward’s starting to look at you a little differently too…

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a/n: yeah …

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they’re both her bitches 😝😝😝

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thinking about stepbro!rafe and stepsis!reader who TRIED… and i mean really TRIED to keep their depraved relationship a secret but …

…her mom and Ward lay in bed every night staring at the ceiling with angst and disgust swirling in their chests as they listen to your cries from across the hall and Rafe’s groans of “you like that? Huh? Shiiiiiit, yeah ya’ fkn do. Fuckin’ take it…”

They’re just grateful Wheezie is at a friends, and Sarah is out doing god knows what… but it doesn’t matter …even when you two attempt to keep it quiet when the girls are home — they know — what’s really going on under their roof… forced to listen to Rafe’s depraved grunts of …

“Stupid little slut.” He’d say with a grit in his voice. “Ain’t Ward’s or mommy’s lil’ girl no more, huh? Yeah —nah, your daddy’s lil’ cumdump, ain’t’cha? Now take your big brother’s load —shit baby.. there ya’ go… makin’ a fuckin’ mess..” listening to you mewl out a —“all yours Rafey!” with a “damn right,” following after and his hand giving harsh slaps against your ass as you whine and cry into his soaked sheets.. begging for him to give you everything…

Ward pondering that he needs to have Rafe move down to the furthest room along with you, all while your mom’s eyes clench shut with angst-filled tears as she’s forced to listen to her little girl be defiled by the demon she knows Rafe as.

Bonus:

They choose to ignore the deprived touches. Constantly. It’s constant. Eyes stationing elsewhere as they listen to your whines and giggles and Rafe’s chuckles when he gets his hands on you anytime you’re in his sight…

Ignoring when Rafe comes up behind you in the kitchen while you’re bent over eating a platter of fruit — smacking your ass with a loud clap as he pressed himself into your back. Watching you whine out a “Rafey!” as you turn to pout at him over your shoulder, batting those pretty faux-lashes at him. Rafe just pressing himself harder against you as he cups you from behind whispering raunchy words into your ear… fruit long forgotten as you mewl at his touches…

Ward’s locked into the newspaper he’s “reading,” while your mom is gripping the utensils painfully into her hand and staring at the half-finished breakfast that she feels she’s going to regurgitate…

They really should have known better before bringing you two together under the same roof.

And maybe Ward’s starting to look at you a little differently too…

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a/n: yeah …

[rafesplaymate]

kinda need stepdad!Ward now..

right here baby… just a lil somethin’ …. >:)

[rafesplaymate]

I answered about the way a conversation with Stepsis!Reader and her mom would go after she gets caught with Stepbro!Rafe — so it’s only fair to write how it would go with Ward…

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Ward would be locked away in his study. Hand’s gripping the expensive leather draped across the armrest of his chair. Eyes locked onto the wall as he runs through various thoughts, bouncing around painfully in his brain at the situation in his home.

Fuck — he already knew Rafe had issues — but he’s struggling to come to terms with the fact that the darling, step-daughter he adores; does as well.

The one he levels with his love for Sarah. If not slightly above her.

The one he spoils endlessly with anything and everything she wants just to see that gorgeous smile spread across her face; and a squeal of satisfaction falls from her lips as she embraces him in a tight hug every-time with her chest pressed to his and “thank you, daddy!” falling from her lips.

The one who he provides a lifestyle she enjoys and adores — that her step-sister dejects as she runs around the Cut with Pogues.

His door opens softly as he remains still in his seat. Eyes still staring into the wall as he hears it close with a soft-click. Knowing exactly who it is when he smells sweet perfume and hears heels clack against the floor.

“Daddy?” Says his step-daughter with her sweet voice. Making him immediately turn his head to give her his attention as he takes her in with an ache settled in his chest.

Eye’s brushing over her outfit — a mini skirt and halter top that barely does anything to cover her frame. But he’s used to that.

What he’s not used to is the marks littered across her delicate neck and décolleté. The one’s Rafe gives her freely now that their secret is all the way out. Decorating her smooth complexion alongside the expensive jewelry wrapped around her throat.

He locks eyes with her and that ache settles way deeper in his heart, as she looks at him with those gorgeous eyes and pretty lips in a soft pout.

The one she knows always gets her way.

He turns his chair slightly toward her but looks away as he shuts his eyes and a deep, frustrated sigh falls from his chest. Listening to her heels clack along the floor as she comes near him.

But it’s the words that she says next, that really dig the dagger in his heart…

“Do you hate me, now?” She says with a soft inquiry. Her delicate voice filled with a slight edge of faux-despair as the question rolls off her tongue and out of her lush-lips.

That’s the question that makes his eyes snap open to look at her, as she stares down at him with her lash-decorated eyes — waiting for a reply.

And no. He doesn’t hate her — he can’t. Not his sweet girl. He never would.

Another sigh falls from his nose as he turns his chair to face her fully now. His arms opening in a suggestion she immediately catches onto as she plops herself on his lap and nuzzles her face into his warm-neck.

His hand coming to smooth over her hair as one of his hands grips her thigh; while her smooth legs recline over the armrest. Reclining back in his seat and allowing them to settle.

“No, princess.” He says softly. Turning his head to press a soft kiss to her hairline as he shuts his eyes tightly once more and inhales the scent of her shampoo. Nose nuzzling in her hair as his grip tightens slightly on her thigh.

“I could never, hate you.” He appeases her, satisfaction settling in her as she gets her way once more. With ease and a soft bat of her pretty lashes.

Just as manipulative and cunning as her step-brother and lover — only with a softer, more subtle edge.

She brings her face from his neck as she looks into Ward’s eyes. Her delicate, manicured hands cupping the rugged skin of his cheeks and slightly caressing his stubble with the tips of her fingers.

Giving him a sweet smile as she tells him…

“I love him so much, daddy. Always will. Don’t be mad at us, please?”

It’s all that needs to be said. All that needs to be confirmed that this truly was the new reality of their family. Ward giving her a sad smile knowing he could never deny her what she wants.

Even if it is Rafe.

Even if he is the brother she’s been around for a while now.

His hand smooths over her hair once more; as his body language shows a reluctant agreement just to appease her.

Always giving her what she wants.

And when she brings her face closer to his and nuzzles his nose with the tips of hers. Her minty breath hitting his lips as she stares into his eyes with a deviant behavior slightly shining through. The one she hides impeccably well.

She gives him a soft peck on the lips that lingers but —maybe — can pass as fatherly, daughterly affection. Whispering out against his lips..

“And, I love you too.”

A cunning smile spreading across her face as she gets up abruptly, and turns her back to him. Strutting toward the door as she can feel Ward’s gaze burning into her back, his fist clenching against his thigh as he takes in Rafe’s abuse against the peaks of her ass showing.

She opens the door and turns back to him with a soft smile — that says everything…

She has them both wrapped around her manicured finger.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder and leaving the room; shutting the door behind her with a soft click, once again. Leaving Ward to fall back into his chair and let out a harsh breath as he runs a hand over his face.

Choosing to ignore the burning in his gut and throbbing in-between his legs.

Fuck.

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a/n: this is her house and she runs it

[rafesplaymate]

THIS — is what played in my brain when Stepbro!Rafe wiped Stepsis!reader’s arousal off his mouth while mocking her mom ….

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do you think stepsis!reader talked too (or tried) her mom? if so, what do you think happened / what was said between them? can be angst or whatever you want :p

hopefully this makes sense

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stepsis!reader would talk to her mom — but not the way her mom would want her to …

She’d expect her daughter to come crying to her, begging for forgiveness and asking for help. Always, ignoring that her daughter would reciprocate Rafe’s incestual affection and leering gazes before their parent’s caught the reality of their situation.

Always refusing — to accept her daughter is just as twisted as her step-son.

So…when one night she’s sitting in the living room with an almost finished glass of wine in her hand to give her some solace; staring into the carpet with an ache in her chest at the reality of her family’s situation — her daughter would come and sit right next to her.

Staring into the side of her mom’s face as she gives a pout and lets out a soft, “mama?” Feeling conflicting emotions in her chest when her mom turns to look at her with tears in her eyes and heartache; with a hint of betrayal in her gaze.

Stepsis!reader would cuddle up into her and kiss her cheek softly; making her mom twitch in disgust at the idea of her daughter pressing her lips to her skin after using those same lips to do sinful things with Rafe.

And her daughter would just whisper in her ear …

“I love you, mama..” with a slight pause as her arms wrap around her mom and nuzzle into her. Softening the older woman and making her ready to forgive her daughter if she’d admit to wanting help getting away from Rafe and a genuine apology.

But that’s quickly shattered when she grasp onto the next words that fall from her daughter’s sinful lips…

“But, I love him more.”

A finality in her voice and underlying sneer covered with inauthentic remorse. Nothing else needing to be said to get the point across that this was their new reality.

Her daughter leaving another soft kiss and ignoring her mom’s flinch as her hand tightens its grip on the glass of wine in her hand. Getting up in her skimpy outfit as she’s struts away in kitten heels that clack along the floors.

Her mother’s eyes falling onto the peeks of ass that show from her daughter’s short skirt and holding back a painful sob as she sees the reddened, bruised skin from Rafe’s harsh abuse to her ass that her daughter loves.

And when she watches her daughter just latch onto rafe’s outstretched hand — who’d been watching the whole interaction with a deep satisfaction at getting his way —as they walk to the entrance, planning to leave the house for the evening; intertwined in their bubble of disgusting love.

Hearing the front door click shut and representing being shunned out from her daughter’s world while she falls into Rafe’s…

That’s when her mother gets up and throws the barely filled glass of wine at the wall with a sickening scream. Watching it shatter the way her heart has; as the deep, burgundy liquid splatters everywhere…

Tainting their home physically and representing the way — her daughter and Rafe have tainted their home metaphorically.