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coryosbaby · 1 month

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coming outta my shell js for him, but omg this is ward when we feel so guilty we wanna stop hooking up w him. (Ofc this whole convo ends w sex)

Oh real (I’m so normal about him like actually)

18+, MDNI

“I just.. I dunno, anymore, Ward.”

Your voice is small, sad. After a good date with Rafe, you were feeling guilty about this whole secret affair. It wasn’t as if Rafe wouldn’t go back to his usual behavior— he always did. But you’re so sweet and gullible. You have no clue how toxic Rafe can be to you.

And even more, you have no clue about Ward.

You’re sitting on Ward’s bed— the one that he’s been sharing with Rose for the past ten years, but moving past that. He crouches in front of you, hands softly rubbing your thighs as he looks up at you.

“What are you talking about?”

You frown, the warmth of his hands making your brain go fuzzy regardless of the situation at hand.

“I’m saying.. I’m saying I have to let you go Ward,” and then, looking away from him, “and you have to let me go.”

There’s a tension in the room after that sentence, and it’s silent for a long moment. But not before Ward’s hands are leaving you and he’s rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Let you go?” He asks, chuckling, but there’s no amusement. “Let you go?”

He crowds your space, a gasp of surprise leaving you when his hands wrap around your hair and yank your head back. It shocks you because you’ve never seen this side of him before in a non sexual setting.

“And how do you expect me to do that, huh?” He continues, and his mouth is close to your ear as he speaks. “While you’re dating my son? When I have to see you every day, and think about what we did? Think about how much of a little slut you are for me?”

He tugs on your strands of hair hard on the last line, and you let out a gasp. Your legs rub together against your own accord.

Ward looks down, a small smile forming when he sees your reaction.

“See?” He scoffs. “God, you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

You bite your quivering bottom lip, shaking your head. Ward’s grip tightens.

“Don’t lie to me, little girl.”

Your lashes flutter, lips parting as tears pool on your waterline. He’s got you in his clutches so tightly that you can’t help but submit.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper out, and he lets go of your hair harshly. You let out a choked sob, beginning to break down in front of him like you always do. His thumb brushes away a stray tear as he towers over you, and he shushes you gently.

“It’s okay,” he coos, and he brushes against your bottom lip. You can’t deny that the noticeable bulge right in front of your face is catching your attention rapidly. “I know a way we can fix this. Okay? Just unbuckle my pants, now, be a good girl..”

And yeah, you’re deepthroating him in a matter of seconds. Gripping his leg, his balls slapping against your chin as he squeezes your face in between his thighs and chokes you with his dick.

“See?” He says, and your eyes never leave his as he rubs the back of your neck sweetly. “How could I ever let you go when you look so pretty like this? Yeah, you’re daddy’s girl, aren’t you?”

You nod, as much as you with his cock stuffing your throat. Ward smiles, dick twitching in your mouth as he nears his high.

“Yeah you are. Keep going, just like that..”

He gaslights SOOO hard but it’s okay cs he’s dilfy.

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sweetestdesire · 1 year

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🥤 affair with ward cameron. you’re his secretary. age gap. you know my kinks already 😏

ty for opening it up to daddy ward. he deserves the slutty love too

OVERTIME AT THE OFFICE

WARNINGS: extreme domination, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Ward Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader stays late at the office with her boss, Ward Cameron.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you for the request, my sweet Harley. I hope you enjoy my baby daddy as much as I do!

let’s have a sleepover at mine!

Her boss's door was ajar, and as Y/N peered through the gap she could see him leaning back in his large easy chair, removing his tie and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.

As she entered the room, Ward swung round and greeted her with a mischievous grin. She was somewhat taken aback by his casual appearance; usually he was impeccably dressed in a three piece suit, highly polished shoes and expensive ties and commanded a great deal of awe and respect from his employees.

However, tonight Ward’s hair was ruffled, his shoes kicked off and his pale blue shirt open at the collar to reveal a tuft of dark hair at the top of his chest. Y/N was alarmed to find that the sight of him had involuntarily increased the rate of her breathing and she could feel her heart thumping in her chest.

"You wanted to see me?" Y/N finally stammered.

"Yes, I wanted to thank you for all your hard work and wondered if you'd like to join me for a drink.” Ward gestured towards his desk where a half-full bottle of whiskey nestled amongst a number of empty bottles and piles of documents and files. "That is, if you haven't got anything else planned for this evening?”

"Uh, no, nothing else planned."

"Excellent. Will bourbon do?”

"Bourbon will be fine.” Y/N heard herself say, although in her head she was reminding herself loudly that whiskey made her extremely pissed, extremely quickly with calamitous results.

Ward pulled a chair around from the other side of the desk and indicated for her to sit down. “Come and see the fantastic view." The entirety of the wall of his office was made from tinted glass.

"You'll be needing this.” Ward said, holding out a bright, shiny liquor glass.

As Y/N leant across to take it from him, she noticed that his gaze had shifted. As she followed the line of his vision down, she realized that the top few buttons of her blouse had somehow become dislodged from their buttons to reveal the soft flesh of her breasts spilling over the top of her blood-red lace bra.

Y/N’s face flushed as her fingers brushed his and she could feel her hand shaking as she took the opener from him. As she went to twist open the Bourbon, she gasped as the bottle of liquid came gushing out, covering the front of her blouse and dripping down her short skirt onto her stockings.

Looking down in dismay, Y/N could see the wetness from the liquor spreading out over the front of her blouse, the red bra underneath becoming more and more visible and the damp fabric clinging increasingly to the curves of her breasts. She felt her nipples harden instantaneously and, as she raised her gaze to meet his, it was clear that this had not escaped his attention.

"I have a shirt that you could borrow, if you’d like.” Ward said.

As he slowly stood, the extent of his reaction to her unfortunate 'accident' became clear; his hard-on visible through his straining trousers and she felt herself becoming wet just at the sight of it. She watched his reflection in the huge window as he walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a white shirt from its depths.

As she watched, Y/N could see him loosening his belt, unzipping his fly and releasing his erection from the confines of his trousers. Their reflected eyes met and Ward smirked at her from the other side of the room as he started to massage his cock.

Emboldened by his actions, her eyes still on the reflection of his, Y/N started to slowly undo the remaining buttons of her blouse and was pleased to see his movements become quicker and more urgent, dropping the white shirt onto the floor.

Once undone, Y/N removed her blouse with a deft flick of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Still staring at the window, she could see him walking slowly towards her and, after what seemed like a lifetime, she suddenly felt his hot breath on her neck. The sensation made her shiver and she could feel her nipples harden further and an urgent throbbing began in her groin.

With one movement, Ward released her hair from its clip and watched it cascade over her shoulders and back. He roughly grabbed at it and pulled it to one side so he could continue kissing and licking the nape of her neck whilst he pressed his hardened prick into the cleft between her buttocks, so palpable in her tight skirt.

"I've been wanting to do this for months, Y/N.” Ward whispered. “You really are the most sexy woman I have ever met. You put my goddamn wife to shame.”

In reply, all she could do was whisper, “Thank you,” and gasp as his hand came snaking around her waist, cupping the soft mound of her right breast and squeezing firmly on the already hardened and sensitive nipple. Ward steered her around the desk so that they were both behind it and still able to see their reflections in the window, which were becoming sharper and more clearly defined as the sun set and the sky darkened.

With one movement, Ward swept the empty bottles, files and carefully piled papers onto the floor and pushed her face down and onto the tabletop, her pointed toes just reaching the floor. He slowly ran his hands in circling movements, up the back of her stockinged legs, teasing her and never quite reaching the top.

Y/N’s breathing became rapid and shallow as his fingers eventually reached the soft smoothness of her bare inner thigh and continued to circle their way upwards. It was his turn to gasp as he moved his hand further upwards and instead of the material he expected, he felt the soft wetness of her lips.

"You little slut.” Ward exclaimed. "You're not wearing any panties.”

Y/N gasped as he pushed his fingers deeper into her wetness and eased her skirt up to reveal her taut buttocks. The sight of this made his cock even harder and he feverishly rubbed his hand back and forth, pulling back harder and harder on his foreskin until he felt he could hold on no longer.

Ward moved his right hand forwards, feeling for the nub of her clit and, once found, rubbed gently around it until he could feel her shivering and gyrating beneath him to the rhythm of his hand. With his left hand he released the catch of her bra and in the reflection from the window, he was able to watch as her full breasts came tumbling out of their restraint.

"Jesus Christ.” Ward whispered and grasping her ass, he pushed his tense cock between her wet lips and into the warm, moistness of her pussy.

Y/N leant further and further forward, grabbing the far side of the desk and lifting her ass higher so that the whole of his shaft was swallowed up by her.

"Do you like that?" Ward breathed.

"God, yes. Please, don't stop, Mr. Cameron.” And with that, Ward slipped his finger inside her.

As he watched their reflections in the window, he saw her move a hand upward and start massaging her breasts and squeezing the nipples until they stood to attention. Y/N moved her hand slowly downwards and began to finger herself. The cold feel of her hand on his shaft and the image of her in the window brought him close to the edge.

"You're too fucking amazing. I can't hold on much longer.”

But as Y/N heard his words, she felt the familiar sensation working its way up her thighs and into her cunt; she gasped and began to press her arse harder and harder into his groin. She could feel him grabbing roughly at her hips and pulling on her hair, yanking her head back and kissing and biting hungrily at her neck, and with a loud cry, she felt him cum hard inside her.

As Ward continued to thrust deep inside her, the muscular spasms of his orgasm became indistinct from her own and she suddenly felt the explosion inside her pussy.

Their paired rhythmical movements gradually slowed as each tried to slow their breathing. As they lay there on his desk, hot and sweating, their chests heaving, they both noticed a visible light coming from the doorway.

As their eyes adjusted to the changing light, they were able to focus on the silhouette of a man. Not just any man, Y/N’s boyfriend, who just so happened to be her boss’s son.

“Rafe?”

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sematarygirls · 2 months

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rafe this, rafe that. THE DILF IS RIGHT THERE??

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Brat

TW: Age-gap (Reader is above 18), Smut. Language. Praise Kink. Daddy Kink. Degrading language. Dark(ish) reader.

*BITCHY READER

SUMMARY: You see the chance to get what you’ve always been curious to know…unaware what truly awaits you when your desires are not only acknowledged, but reciprocated.

WORD COUNT: 2800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Brat

He wore a confidence boys your age had to achieve by drinking in excess. But where their slurred speech quickly reminded you of the adolescence they’d just brimmed over, nearly, he would prove it in elegant movements and carefully curated responses. As Sarah’s friend, you had witnessed it more than even those he spoke against as they seemed to wear a different face and name with every interaction. Yet his means of intimidation remained the same. The blown pupils of his otherwise kind eyes and huff of his chest as he threatened whoever was unlucky enough to stand at the rival end of his finger had been the reason behind your lustful motivations. The same ones that had begun in innocuous ‘accidents’ over this last summer.

The slip of your bikini when moving to or from the pool. The salacious stories of past lovers and the souvenir left behind of your talented reputation spoken just outside his office. Finally, a late night observation with the bathroom door left ajar and his curious gaze taking sight of exposed skin you’d teased every chance you were allowed. All of that had led to this final test of his distant intrigue to what you offered. That silent beckoning left behind with each venture to garner his attention. And tonight, you made it evident…

Your fingers ran through his hair as his tongue made circles between your lower lips. Quick gasps made from your lips acted in validation to your competitive silence while his name was on the very edge of your trembling mouth. But as you felt this nameless Kook made his best efforts to be memorable in your string of reiterations of fleeting orgasms, all you could picture was the eldest Cameron.

His lips. His tongue. His fingers. His breath against your thigh as you climbed to that edge you’d only ever been able to achieve in thinking of him. Visions conceived to such a depth that you could even smell his cologne and-

The sound of your name pulled your eyes wide to the sound. It was rare in which fear came through your veins, most instances where an eye roll would be enough to be left isolated in your privileged existence. But when Ward spoke your name with such parental authority, your skin chilled to further char your own daddy issues embedding deeper to needing his approval.

“Can you give us a minute?” He questioned your male companion, a handsome trust fund kid, as frightened as you hid. Without questioning Ward, he left you behind without so much as a look of apology, as you wore your palms to the rim of his desk. Almost as if to tease him, you corrected the items on his desk that had fallen from you having been moved rather violently over the surface, turning back towards him.

“Mister Cameron-”

“I thought you were a smart girl…A bright future ahead of you-”

“You can spare me the lecture, Mister Cameron. I’m on the pill.” You chucked your tongue as he scoffed in disbelief. The anger, confusion, and lust, molded together behind his darkened gaze as you bit your bottom lip when realizing they were all directed at you. He was struggling to act. Struggling to claim. And you hoped he would succumb.

“You’re better than this.”

“I’m really not…” You slipped over the edge of his desk, legs crossed as you were supported by the mahogany surface. Collecting some statuette in your grasp, you began to pick at its edges, occasionally looking at him from beneath heavy lashes.

“I always get what I want…and-”

“You want him? A reputation? You’ve got both. You’ve made your point.” But to this, you set the statue at your side and leaned closer to him.

“Do I have your attention, Mister Cameron?”

He cocked his jaw to the side, every struggling nerve of his body to silence you into submission now visible in his expression.

“THAT is my point. I wanted you to see me. I want you to know…” You uncrossed your legs.

“Aren’t you curious? I see you watching me….Don’t you want to know what he does?” Ward’s eyes narrowed.

“How I taste?” You possessed your bottom lip between your bite, his jaw clenching at the sight.

“He says I’m sweet but…I think we both know I’m not.” His response came to that of the echo of the lock from his back. The metallic chime making your heart leap as he moved to you, disposing of his cufflinks to the small table beside the entrance to the office as you grinned widely. Victory tasted on the edge of your smile as you watched him close the gap between you more and more until he came to your thighs.

Furthering them apart by the insertion of his own hips, he was careful at your bare skin, tracing just beneath your skirt, before rising higher. Your arms were next to know his touch, your eyes closing slightly, before shooting open to the grip suddenly made in your hair.

“Good girls deserve rewards. You’re nothing but a spoiled little brat. Teasing. Flaunting. Offering yourself to anyone just to get my attention. And you think I’m a simple man who just needs to see what you can offer and I’ll be set to throw myself at your feet. But your body isn’t the first I’ve seen…And from what I hear, it’s not exclusive to one person…” He took hold of your wrist, your breath shallow to his touch.

“So if you want this…you’re going to earn it for the first time in your life. Not have it handed to you.” He practically discarded you to the floor, your nose brushing his zipper.

“Start with the bikinis. Convince me why I shouldn’t burn every one you own…” Your eyes remained to him as you moved your fingers gingerly to his zipper.

“Teeth. Whores don’t get the luxuries as if they’re good girls. You’re dirty. I don’t want that on me. So use your fucking teeth.” You swallowed hard before nodding, the grip in your hair tightening before you managed to successfully expose him to you with the help he offered with the exposure of his unbuttoned disc.

“I know it’ll be hard not to take it all the way because guys your age want the quick fuck…But you’re gonna take your time. You’re gonna cry. Gag. Maybe even plead. But you’re going to earn it.” He released himself to you, the sight of his stiff cock in his hand at your disposal made your tongue dampen the part of your lips.

“You’re so fucking desperate you’d probably get off just getting ME off…right?” You slowly nodded, his grip forcing your head to such an angle that his knuckles came to rest nearly brushing your back.

“Take. Your. Time. You’ve already wasted enough of mine.” He set himself at your lips as you took him in slow succession. As if a virgin’s introduction to a new cock, you felt him inch deeper and deeper until you reacted. A retch making his face illuminate to know your discomfort due to him.

“Slow.” He spoke one final time in remembrance before watching you press well beyond your reflex to please him.

“It’s a shame you have a whore’s mouth but such pretty eyes. Lucky for me, I get both.” your eyes screwed shut for just a moment as he tightened the grip further as you winced. The vibrations making him shift as he guided himself even deeper, holding himself there.

“You wanted this. You seduced. YOU brought him to my office hoping I’d find you. So you’re going to show me why I should consider risking my reputation for such a dirty little slut…More than how you can stay quiet with my cock…I know you’ve done that for half of the island-” Your eyes narrowed as he scoffed, “Don’t act offended. You love that you have all that experience. So use it.” He spat, allowing you to breathe just long enough to appreciate his absence before he thrust himself back into you.

Your knees became sore quickly, but paled in comparison to the discomfort of the stretch he made to your throat. Battering motions to and from your neck had sent your eyes to roll in repetition, always corrected by a renewed grip in your locks, that were now disheveled enough to make this interaction evident. If the drool dripping from your chin or tears staining your cheeks and ruining your mascara had not, then the way your hair had been pulled was a tattle to your sultry moment.

“You taste it? Taste what should already be inside of you?” You nodded.

“You want it?” He withdrew you, a gasp breaking the silence, as you nodded viciously. Your fingers came to rest on his thighs, digging into his thighs as he scoffed at the sight.

“Then beg for it.” But as much as you wanted that release pulsating between your thighs, ruining your poor excuse for panties, you favored the game a bit more. The way you could sense the delayed satisfaction would be worth the pain leading to it. So for this, you resisted.

“You know…That boy you had in here…I could have whoever his father is lose his job overnight. No more parties. No more rendevouz in my office. Not to mention what I could do to him…And I’m sure his father would thank me…” You shrugged.

“I don’t even know his name.”

“You’re proud to be a whore? You take it on your knees well enough like one…”

“I like how a man sounds when he comes because of me. Knowing I had power over him. Over you.” He pulled you abruptly to your feet.

“You had boys before…Let me show you how a man fucks.” You were turned away from him, skirt lifted in a bunch around your waist, as he pulled your panties down in a forgotten sweep. Without a care to tease your clit or prepare you for the stretch he would offer, he was suddenly inside of you. Your mouth pulled wide and your eyes rolled back, as he took hold of your neck.

“You come when I say. Be a good girl and I’ll do it first-” You attempted to speak against him. His fingers wrapping deeper to your neck had made this impossible.

“You’ve made your point clear. Let me make mine.” He offered one brutal thrust following each point. A gasp acting as the only thing possible response to such a sensation drawing you further to your sexual descent.

“Nobody else gets to know how you sound. Or feel.” Your nails tore into his wrists, one at your hip in a spread to keep you against him and the other at your throat.

“You do not decide when this happens. I do.” He growled into your ear, your eyes rolling closed once again after having opened to that first thrust.

“And if you want to come. You will learn to behave. And ask really pretty so I know you mean it…So ask.” Before you could, his hand from your hip came to your breast. The shirt worn made your nipples easily accessible over the fabric. For that, he didn’t even need to reach beneath to have you thrusting against him.

“Jesus, you’re needy. We’ll work on that first.”

“Mister Cameron-” He turned you to face him, circling your nipple as he spoke to you, thrusts stilled for the moment, but his shaft remaining within. A flex with every few words making your eyes twitch or your lips part in response.

“You call me one thing when I’m inside of you…When I’m making you realize you need to behave…that you want to. You know… I know you do…”

“Daddy…please…”

“I can’t hear you. You’re too fucking wet…” You groaned as his fingers came to your clit, lowering from your breast, and abandoning one sensation to replace it with another. Your hips bucked as he was quick to correct them, before he began a pace once again.

“Repeat my rules to me and you get to come. Show me you can listen. Show me you can be my good girl…I know deep down you want to…” Your mind became a scrambled mess of everything he’d ever spoken to you as your pleasure depended on your recent focus. But where you went to speak, he would patronize you.

“Poor girl too desperate to talk? Maybe you’re too immature to come-” He threatened to pull out as your nails wrapped at his hips from behind.

“No-Nobody else…”

“Nobody else what?”

“Knows how I sound or feel..” You spoke quickly.

“That was an easy one…”

“I need to behave if I wanna-” You were close. Your body nearly caving in on itself as you trembled between his arms.

“Want to what?”

“Daddy…daddy please, that feels SO good…I’m so fucking close for you…”

“And I know I’m not the only one you’ve said that to…Maybe the only one you've meant it for…”

“It’s always been you-” He scoffed.

“Then show me. You missed one of my rules. Say it and you get to come. Otherwise I’m edging you until I’ve had enough…And I can stay inside you all night, sweetheart…” You whined, your mind quickly flashing through the interaction.

“Better hurry, God, you’re about to come…It’d be a shame that someone would-”

“AHHH! DADDY PLEEEEEAAASE!” You whined.

“No matter how sweet you sound…you have to show me you’ve learned…”

Suddenly as if an epiphany, it appeared in your mind. “You decide when it happens-”

“Ironic that’s the one you couldn’t remember, isn’t it?” He breathed in a deep huff before behind you slightly over his desk. His fingers set between yours until he could buck into you without any slack betwixt your mutually perspiring bodies.

“Show me you can come quietly.” He spoke one final order as the desk rattled before you. Deep thrusts quickly climbing into needy depths and retractions before you groaned and whimpered before him. His white knuckled grips made your eyes roll closed in finality before he began to gasp at your shoulder.

“Daddy…” You offered that final pull necessary to unleash himself into you. But the second you felt his smirk at your neck, his fingers returned to your clit, harder and faster.

“You’re still gonna come on my cock, sweetheart. Even if you don’t deserve it. This one time…daddy…will show you mercy.” You bit the inside of your lips closed in an attempt to be silent. That initial tightness of a pending orgasm brought your fingers to grip at him.

“Let me see…” He guided your jaw to face him, his lips teasing your own as he refused to commit to the kiss you pleaded for.

“You look so pretty when you’re about to come. Might be just enough to make me forgive you for thinking anyone else could ever be better than this. Because he couldn't make you come and we both know it. I’ll do it with just my fingers-” Suddenly he withdrew his cock, keeping it between your legs from behind, but no longer inside of you.

“I want to feel you drip.” He almost spat as he pulled your hair to such a way to where your head came to rest on his shoulder.

“Fuck!” You gasped at that rise of pleasure.

“Do you want to come?”

“Please!” You gasped.

“Then come.” He ordered as your screwed shut as your lips pulled wide, his words activating or orgasm as you trembled over him.

“DADDY!” You shuddered before he continued.

“Keep going-”

“It’s-”

“KEEP. GOING.” He watched you thrust into him, whimpers and curses of his title beneath your labored breathing.

“There it is…mmm…” He now withdrew his cock, setting it back behind his belt as you turned to witness the buckle come to a close as he’d redressed.

“Unless you want trouble, make yourself presentable and act like you aren’t such a whore for five minutes…” You offered a weak nod.

“Good girl.” He teased a kiss before abandoning you entirely. But as he turned, a wicked smirk came across your face.

All from a single lie spoken before he’d even touched you.

You weren’t on birth control.

You’d seduced him as you’d planned.

Now all you had to do was wait.

Wait to know if it worked.

If you would carry his child.

If you would no longer need to feign smiles to those near your social class all for a future you didn’t want to work for. After all, what was nine months compared to a lifetime of a champagne existence you were so close to losing?

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grave mistake | dark!rafe cameron x reader

Warning: eventual dubcon, reader x ward, smut, stalking, panty sniffing

Summary: Rafe could never bring himself around to accepting you as his step mother, not even after you and his dad had tied the knot. He was sick of playing pretend. It was only a matter of time before he showed you, you had fallen for the wrong Cameron.

"Ward," You warned while you continued to scrub the plate. "I'm almost done and then we can-"

“How did I get so lucky?” Ward mumbles against your neck, kissing and biting your warm skin as his hands explored your frame.

You knew better than to wear this slip and yet you were curious to see how well he could control himself. Needless to say, he never could. Not when it clang to your frame perfectly.

You giggled, tilting your head to give him proper access to your neck as you finished washing the dishes. You had hardly got the dish on the drying rack before he was pulling you around to face him. "Ward, at least take me to the bedroom. Your kids might see.”

"They're in bed." He grunted against your neck. “Besides, I want you right here. Right now.” He grabbed a hold of the back of your neck, pulling you into a firm kiss.

Your hands wrapped his neck as he brought your body against his, desperately kissing him back. He ran his fingertips along your arms, peeling your fingers loose and turning you around with your back against his front. You could feel just how much he wanted you. He bent you over the counter, palm flat on your back as you pushed your ass back against his bulge. “Just like this.”

You could never get enough of Ward, and it was clear the man could never get enough of you. Even after some time together and a honeymoon later, you were very much in love. Despite the age difference, despite all the backlash after coming out as a couple, and accusing you of being a no good digger. The simple truth of the matter was, you kept him young and he treated you better than any guy you had ever dated. Ward was your one, just as you were his.

You gasped when he bit down on your neck, suddenly grabbing the hem of your silk slip and pulling it over your head to expose you to anyone who might walk in on you. He squeezed your breasts, playing with your nipples until they were pebbles at his touch. You could hear him behind you, whispering praise in your ear as your panties soon joined the rest of your clothes on the floor.

"So beautiful. So fucking perfect."

"All mine."

"I could cum just looking at you, sweetheart."

It wasn't the first time Ward had taken you over the counter and it surely wouldn't be the last, but it was a first being out in the open with his kids home. It wasn't a something you hadn't thought of, you certainly had. But given that his kids weren't the fondest of you already, you just didn't want to give them another reason to disapprove.

Ward never worried much about the disapproval. Sarah and Wheezie would come around. Rafe, on the other hand, didn't care much for any woman his father married. It was expected at this point and you were no different.Ward eventually got to the point he no longer cared what his son thought.

"You gonna be good for me? Gonna be quiet?" The tip of his cock poked at your entrance, dragging over your nerves before he finally slid in. A moan slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

"Trying to get us caught already?" He teased.

Ward grabbed your chin, tilting your head to look at me and tracing his thumb across your bottom lip. He watched you try to control yourself, a gasp leaving your lips when he picked up the pace of the torturing drags of his hips. Your body bounced against the counter with every hard, punishing thrust. His eyes challenging you to make another sound.

You wrapped your lips around his thumb to silence yourself, humming around it as you sucked. Your tongue swirled teasingly and you smirked when a groan fell.

You noticed the way his eyes darkened, the way his touch tightened and he pulled his thumb from your mouth, pushing you further against the counter. Every hard hit of his thrusts stroke a nerve.

"O-Oh..." You breathed as your fingers gripped onto the counter. You were already so close.

"I'm so close." He grunted.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your skin slapping and your breathy moans. You watched the hall for any sign of movement. It wasn't like it even mattered at that point. Besides if they had got this far, it was too late to even try to over up considering your clothes were at your floor. You bit your bottom lip to bite back a loud moan threatening to fall from your lips.

The room felt off though. Something was telling you you weren't alone, or maybe you were just paranoid. God, what if Sarah or Rafe were up? Or worse what if Wheezie were to walk in? You weren't trying to scar her life, yet here you were getting railed by her father for everyone to say. You had to stop. You were too close to be scaring it away now, so you pushed the thought aside.

Besides, you were sure if any one of them had seen, they would make it very clear of their disgust.

You gasped when you felt yourself crumbling, falling apart on his length and covering your mouth with your hand to keep the noise from escaping your lips. Your clenching walls automatically sending him into his own release.

Ward was leaning against the counter when you finish, catching his breath while you dressed. You pulled the slip over your head, smirking at the feeling of his seed leaking down your thigh. You gathered your panties before teasingly slipping the panties into his pocket before pulling away to walk towards your shared bedroom.

"Up for a round 2?" You challenged.

He stared after you while reaching in his pocket to confirm the lace there before shaking his head. It didn't take long before he was on your heels. "You're gonna be the death of me."

A squeak fell from your lips when he grabbed you up. Ward carried you the rest of the way down the hall with you draped over his shoulder.

The lace barely hanging out of his pocket dropped to the floor just outside the room as he hauled you into the room. The man was on a mission and nothing was gonna stand in his way.

When the door had shut behind you, it was then that shadow moved from his spot in the dark. His blue eyes lingering on the bedroom door for any sign of retreat. When nothing happened, he took his opportunity to collect the lace.

The blonde hurried back into his room, shutting the door behind him before finally bringing the bunched up lace to his nose and inhaling deeply. They were still damp with your arousal, heavy with your scent. His cock switched in his pants.

That was the thing about you though. It didn't take much and Rafe couldn't stand it.

#dark!rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #dark!rafe Cameron x you #dark!rafe Cameron x y/n #ward cameron x reader #dark!rafe Cameron smut

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maybanksbabe · 10 months

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sugar baby!r and ward fucking in his office and rafe walking in. 🤓

🫢

The necklace he'd bought you bounced against your tits as you ride him in his big desk chair, clothes discarded somewhere in the room. You know you're only doing this for the money but... It's not the worst sex in the world some times? But then it all goes south when the door opens and Rafe is stood there, eyes widen unblinking and his jaw on the floor.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe thots #ward cameron x reader #libra speaks

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Ok plz don’t judge if this is too graphic and smutty. I was thinking it could be another Ward Cameron x Reader. The reader is purposely making Ward jealous by talking to other males at an important party and the reader is wearing a skimpy dress with lingerie that is very small and she does things to tease Ward?

Only For Me

Warnings: cursing, smut, age gap, cheating, lingerie, teasing, daddy kink, punishment, spanking, mentions of sex, slight degrading kink

Pairings: Ward Cameron x Female Kook Reader

Summary: In which Y/N decides to tease Ward at one of his important business dinners.

a/n: just because some people were asking, you can find my Ward Cameron fics on my Bonus Masterlist along with Rose Cameron's fics.

When you arrived at Tannyhill, all eyes were on you. The men were practically drooling over you while the women at the dinner party were sending you dirty and judgmental looks, judging what you were wearing because of how skimpy it was. This dinner party was for Ward's business. You had been working with Ward Cameron at his business for about 6 months now.

You were his assistant. And god, you loved your job. It definitely came with more perks than it usually would. At first you applied at his business because you really did want a good job and you thought you could learn a lot from Ward Cameron. But, as you started to work for him you realized that you may have had an attraction to him. You were never into older men before but, Ward was a fucking dilf. You had never felt this hot and bothered for a man twice your age before.

You smiled when you saw Ward standing with his family and you walked over to him to greet them all. You could see the dirty look Rose shot your way but, you didn't care. Why would you care? You were already fucking her husband behind her back. "Hello Mr. Cameron. Mrs. Cameron." You said with a smile. Rose smiled back at you but, you could tell it was fake.

"Hello Y/N." Ward said with a smile. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked as his gaze lingered down to your tits. "Yeah, I am." You said with a smile. "Well, I'm going to go talk to a few other people, see you soon, Mr. Cameron." You said with a smile as you walked away from Rose and Ward. As you were leaving you looked back to see Ward's gaze on your ass. You smirked a little and looked away before he could see you staring and began to make your way around the room.

You saw that Ward was watching you and then you smirked getting an idea. Since you knew that he was watching you, you decided to go around and flirt with some of the men at the party. As you were going around, flirting with any of the men in sight at the party, you could see Ward standing there with his jaw clenched, watching you saunter around the room talking to all the men.

You continued doing this until Ward came over to you. You smirked when you saw him coming over to you. "Y/N, can I talk to you alone for a moment please?" He asked politely but you could tell that he was beyond pissed at you. "Well of course, Mr. Cameron." You said with a smirk. You walked upstairs with Ward and he led you to his office. Once you were both in his office he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look him in the eye.

"What the fuck were you doing down there? Acting and dressing like a little slut in front of all those men. You know that your body is for me only. You're mine." Ward growled. You just smirked, seeing how pissed off that made him. "Well, I'm not going to let you get away with that, babygirl." He said with a smirk. Before you could say anything, he spun you around and bent you over his desk before pulling the skirt of your dress up over your ass. He swiftly pulled your panties down your legs before landing a hard slap on your ass making you yelp.

"You know what to do. Count." He said as he continued the assault on your ass. You counted each and every slap and you counted up to 15 slaps which was more than usual. He must have been pretty pissed off at you. He pulled your panties back up and fixed your dress before pulling you back up by your hair so that you were now standing up. "Your punishment isn't over, princess." He said with a smirk. "Tomorrow Rose is taking Rafe, Sarah and Wheezie out so you're going to come back here tomorrow so I can finish what I started." Ward said with a smirk. God, you were in for it now.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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esposadomd · 1 year

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Daddy

(taken from pinterest)

Ward Cameron x Kook!Reader SMUT

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, bad writing (my first time writing obscenity), cheating (Ward is with Rose) and the reader is of legal age.

English is not my first language so I used google translator.

I'm so nervous posting this BUT

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You were face down on the couch. It was a harmless picture, except for the fact that you were without panties and your waist-length dress was wet with tears from your daddy's punishment. But you couldn't blame him, you were a bad girl and you should suffer the consequences.

It was an annual fundraiser in the Outer Banks, sponsored by the most influential families in the Figure 8, including the Cameron's. You met the family patriarch last year on the same occasion, which started with a conversation about funding and support for his institution, ended with you getting fucked in the bathroom.

You would think that it was just a mistake and that it would only happen once and you would go on with your lives. Oh, how wrong you were.

From the moment Ward Cameron tasted your pussy, you were branded as his. And you knew it, and you loved it. So what brings you here, in his office, significantly closer to his family and guests? Oh, that's right, you decided to tease him, you couldn't determine if that had been a good or bad choice.

You decided to go with a dress that deliberately showed off your curves and attributes, which drove you crazy. So when did he find out you weren't wearing any panties? Woman, he's gone mad.

And that brings you both to this moment. In your office.

''P-Please Daddy -'' you were cut by a burning sensation in your ass.

''Shut up you little bitch, you're the one who brought this on yourself, so keep telling, or I'll start all over again.''

You whimpered drunkenly from the slaps and the stain accumulating on the expensive upholstery.

SLAP

SLAP ''T-twelve…thirteen…fourteen…fifteen'' you panted tired '' come daddy… please…''

''Shhh, honey, it's okay, it's over'' he smiled ''now take off the dress, it's time for you to get your reward.''

You couldn't help but hide your excitement, which made the older one laugh.

Ward laid you down so he was on top and inched toward your breasts. With one hand he stimulated one and with his mouth the other, and with his free hand he brought it to her bundle of nerves, moving it in circles.

'' Daddy please I can't take it anymore. ’’ You pleaded shakily.

' ' No rush little girl, daddy will take care of you ' '.

He lined up his cock with the entrance to her pussy and entered roughly. A mess of moans and pleas echoed inside the room so that they could only hear moans and wet parts hitting each other.

'' I'm going to cum inside your pussy and make you bloated with my son, so everyone knows who you belong to '' Murmuring close to your ear increasing the excitement. He increased the speed of his thrusts, causing her head to press against her G-spot and she squirted. His grip on her cock had Ward taking his last few thrusts, coming deep inside her with a husky moan.

They lay there, tangled in their own pleasure and sweat, listening to the ragged breath they needed to recover.

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#ward cameron #outer banks #outer banks smut #obx fic #obx kooks #ward cameron smut #insert reader #smut #obx smut #outer banks fanfiction #esposadomd #ward cameron x reader

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coryosbaby · 1 month

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ok I’m listening. Ward gives off step-dad or dads bsf vibes… I don’t make the rules

The thoughts in my head rn don’t do this to me.

18+, MDNI <3

I definitely agree with all of those but I’m also 100% confident that Ward is the definition of the “boyfriend’s dad” trope. Like I can imagine cheating on Rafe with him at family functions..

Some kind of party, maybe. Rafe and you, arguing as per usual behind the scenes, but then Ward sweeps in to comfort you when Rafe storms out after a screaming match upstairs. Ward’s business colleagues are waiting for him, but he’s going to sit next to you on Rafe’s bed and he’s going to give you as much comfort as he can. And as your sniffling into his shoulder, all teary eyed and sad… you can’t help but kiss him !

And oh my god the instant your lips hit his he’s just feral for it. Like doesn’t even gaf. His big hand curling into your hair, and he pushes you down onto the bed before he’s got his head in between your thighs and he’s devouring you like his son can’t. Praising the hell out of you, coming up for air to give you another kiss.

“Fuck, baby, how long has he been deprivin’ you? Sweetest little pussy I’ve tasted in so long.. don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of you, sweetheart.”

Ugh ugh UGH and him easing it inside, his hands gripping your tits while he splits you open from behind. Whimpers spilling out of your lips as he practically folds you in half and puts all his weight on top of you… and when you call him daddy it drives him crazy.

“Oh, honey. I’ve got you, just let me ruin this little pussy. Yeah, yeah, look at how cute you look wrapped around me,” and then he chuckles, breathy against your ear, “Rafe doesn’t know what he’s missin’, huh?”

Brainrot. Absolute brainrot. God I’m a terrible person.

#dilf Renaissance #Ward Cameron #Ward Cameron x reader #ward Cameron smut #ward Cameron fanfic #ward Cameron Drabble #ward Cameron blurb #Obx #outer banks #outer banks fanfic #Obx fanfic #ward Obx

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lilssummerss · 1 year

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idk how i ended up here but um.. the anwser is yes i have issues with my father

#ward cameron x reader

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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Only For Me

Warnings: cursing, smut, age gap, cheating, lingerie, teasing, kinks, daddy kink, punishment, spanking, mentions of sex, slight degrading kink.

Pairings: Ward Cameron x Female Kook Reader

Summary: In which Y/N decides to tease Ward at one of his important business dinners.

When you arrived at Tannyhill, all eyes were on you. The men were practically drooling over you while the women at the dinner party were sending you dirty and judgmental looks, judging what you were wearing because of how skimpy it was. This dinner party was for Ward’s business. You had been working with Ward Cameron at his business for about 6 months now.

You smiled when you saw Ward standing with his family and you walked over to him to greet them all. You could see the dirty look Rose shot your way but, you didn’t care. Why would you care? You were already fucking her husband behind her back. “Hello Mr. Cameron. Mrs. Cameron.” You said with a smile. Rose smiled back at you but, you could tell it was fake.

“Hello Y/N.” Ward said with a smile. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked as his gaze lingered down to your tits. “Yeah, I am.” You said with a smile. “Well, I’m going to go talk to a few other people, see you soon, Mr. Cameron.” You said with a smile as you walked away from Rose and Ward. As you were leaving you looked back to see Ward’s gaze on your ass. You smirked a little and looked away before he could see you staring and began to make your way around the room.

You continued doing this until Ward came over to you. You smirked when you saw him coming over to you. “Y/N, can I talk to you alone for a moment please?” He asked politely but you could tell that he was beyond pissed at you. “Well of course, Mr. Cameron.” You said with a smirk. You walked upstairs with Ward and he led you to his office. Once you were both in his office he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look him in the eye.

“What the fuck were you doing down there? Acting and dressing like a little slut in front of all those men. You know that your body is for me only. You’re mine.” Ward growled. You just smirked, seeing how pissed off that made him. “Well, I’m not going to let you get away with that, babygirl.” He said with a smirk. Before you could say anything, he spun you around and bent you over his desk before pulling the skirt of your dress up over your ass. He swiftly pulled your panties down your legs before landing a hard slap on your ass making you yelp.

“You know what to do. Count.” He said as he continued the assault on your ass. You counted each and every slap and you counted up to 15 slaps which was more than usual. He must have been pretty pissed off at you. He pulled your panties back up and fixed your dress before pulling you back up by your hair so that you were now standing up. “Your punishment isn’t over, princess.” He said with a smirk. “Tomorrow Rose is taking Rafe, Sarah and Wheezie out so you’re going to come back here tomorrow so I can finish what I started.” Ward said with a smirk. God, you were in for it now.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The Rebound

TW: Angst due to breakup. Smut. Language. Cheating. Praise kink.

SUMMARY: Your breakup with Rafe leads you into the unexpected comfort of Ward.

WORD COUNT: 1700

REQUESTED

I love all your writing but the Ward fics so good!!! Can you do one where Rafe broke up with reader and when she’s leaving tannyhill crying her eyes out she runs into Ward and he invites her into his office because he wants to know what’s wrong with her and when she tells him about Rafe he feels bad and tells her a bunch of sweet things that kind of calms her down and she kisses him and he’s surprised at first but then he takes her to his room and fucks her

The Rebound

You weren't sure what you should have expected as he was emotionless from the moment you had begun dating him. And yet the bitter sting of his words had been enough to make you question every ounce of self esteem you had accumulated until now. All because his reason for breaking that bond of monogamous trust had been for a friend of yours he had been sleeping with behind your back. The signs had been visible enough to warrant warnings from your other friends. And yet, it was not enough until he attempted to blame you for his inability to remain devoted that you understood that initial hesitancy when everyone began to learn of your relationship. But despite that cautionary care, you were blinded by the glamor of his life and the rush of his touch. But it had done nothing to mend how cold he could be.

Tears blinded you enough that you hadn't noticed the sudden body make its way into the hallway as he'd heard your steps.

"Whoa, everything okay?" Ward asked as he saw the state of your usually polished appearance. Even if you were not pristine in the natural effortlessness Sarah had, the state in which you were in at this moment had been enough for him to understand you were disheveled both physically and emotionally. Soft eyes made red and puffy from tears. Sniffles interrupting the deception you attempted to explain. He saw through it all as he invited you into his office.

"Here..." He offered a tissue from a box, disposing of it in disregard at his back while leaning on the edge of his desk and refocusing on you.

"I'm sure whatever it is will work itself out between the two of you."

"Not this time..."

"I'm sure it feels that way now..."

"No, Mister Cameron. It's over." The words made your tears return. "He's been sleeping with Scarlett...He told me I was too..." You paused.

"It's okay. You can talk to me...I do have two daughters, remember?" You nodded, feeling desperate to talk about it to someone. And since your friends were his and they would take his side in probability, you relinquished your innermost thoughts to him.

"He told me I wasn't experienced enough. That she was...that she knew how to please him and he...he pitied me-"

Ward paused for a second before leading a tissue to your cheek.

"Can I be honest?"

You nodded.

"Rafe is choosing a girl, not a woman. A mometary...fling because he's scared and in disregard to a good thing when he has it. The problem is that you are good for Rafe and he lived through his vices. You are too..."

"Boring?"

"Mature." You scoffed.

"Mature enough to want to go home and drown myself in every sugary food I can find?" He smirked as if he understood somehow.

"Mature enough to know how to handle a relationship. And I was hoping he would have done this before you got too invested. Because I didn't want to see you get hurt...You are a very smart and sweet girl...a bright future and..." You became lost at his kind words, becoming entranced by the way he captivated you with such adjectives that Rafe couldn't even fathom, let alone offer in conviction. But you heard them from Ward now. And they were offered with such determination and passion that you actually believed them.

You became lost in his words. In his kindness. In him. Enough that you hadn't realized your action until feeling his reservation. The surprisingly soft warmth of his lips stilled to yours would prompt you quickly into retraction.

"I'm so sorry, oh my God...Mister Cameron, I'm SO sorry...you were just so sweet and I'm...I'm an emotional wreck, I'm-"

"It's okay..." He breathed slowly, as if to consider his next words carefully, as his eyes cast momentarily to the side to think in silence.

"I have never wanted to disappear or take anything back more than-"

"That's disappointing..." Your eyes flashed to him as he set a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "Because I don't regret it."

"Mister Cameron, I-"

"But I don't want to be some rebound. Especially to him. So I am going to give you a choice. And before you act with your heart or...your lust...I am asking you to think about it." He took a step further, a palm pressed to each cheek, hard enough to feel that gold ring on his left hand reminding you of Rose, but a touch soft enough to forget to care.

"Walking out those doors of the kitchen, I'll take you home. We will pretend tonight never happened and you'll live your life with this being an unfortunate situation you'll learn from."

"O-or?"

He grinned at your curiosity and enthusiasm.

"Or...You climb those steps to wait in my room. Take off everything but your lingerie. You don't touch anything until I come to you. Not yourself. Not the handle to leave. Which is why I am giving you a moment to think it over. Because once the decision is made, there is no going back either way."

He leaned closer, a soft kiss making your eyes fluttered closed.

"For your consideration..."

But to this, you would steady yourself when looking him dead in the eyes.

"I don't need to consider anything." You taunted before moving to the direction of the steps, looking back at him before climbing those steps.

But he would still leave you in waiting. Even after you had obeyed to perfection. Panties and bra remaining over an otherwise bare physique. It wasn't until you had nearly set out to find him that the door would come open to reveal him pulling the buttons of his sleeves free.

"I'm not going to fuck you." Your eyes narrowed. "But I'm also not going to make love to you." You swallowed hard to his words.

"I'm going to make you come. And I'm going to do it sweetly. In the way you deserve. But I want it understood that this isn't a rebound. This is you giving yourself to me-"

"Yes. Please, Mister Cameron..." He smiled widely.

"Then come here..." You sauntered over to him as he extended his other sleeve, "Help me, would you, sweetheart? I need to save my fingers for...better ambitions." But as you had finished exposing his wrist and moved to the buttons of his shirt, he pulled you to him with a steady conviction. The way you fisted his shirt contradicted the softness of your kiss while he walked you back to the bed.

"I want you on your knees. But not tonight. Not when you've already been crying because of him."

"I don't mind-" He steadied your head between his palms.

"I do, sweet girl. Tonight is about showing you what you deserve. But you have to learn quietly for me...like a good girl." You clenched your jaw at the remark.

"Do you like being my good girl?"

"Yes..." You confessed.

"Then show me...Get on the bed for me..." You obeyed.

"Wider for me..." He motioned to your knees.

"Mmm...I'm going to make you come quickly this first time..." He explained as he unbuckled himself.

"But next time...you're going to feel every inch. Every ounce. Every second." You nodded as he lifted your legs to his hips. But where you expected his cock, he led your two fingers to yourself instead.

"Show me." You kept his eyes to you as you pleased yourself. Only allowed to do so for a moment before he replaced your touch.

"I don't want you to think of anything but how this feels. If you do, if you stall, I'll stop." You nodded before becoming lost in his touch. Those small rubbing turned to gradual flicks before your panties were removed from your hips. Once certain you were delved as deep as him in lust, his fingers were exchanged for his tongue, bjt this would last only a moment.

"Please, Mister Cameron!" His hand wrapped around your mouth.

"Quietly, sweetheart. I won't let anyone interrupt us." He finally sunk into you. His cock at a slow pace to lengthen the interaction, all while his fingers and hands groped and twisted at your breasts, doing so somehow gracefully with veiled need.

"So beautiful. Taken for granted...Until now." You nodded as he kissed your exposed skin softly, picking up his rhythm, as he deepened himself into you.

Where Rafe had become vicious in sex, Ward was meticulous. Each thrust purposeful and selfless, strokes of a French kiss or a rush across your clit, all existing solely for you.

"Mister Cameron-" You gasped as that rush emerged from surprise. Your abdomen in a climax to allow it as you were reminded by Sarah’s voice in the hallway that you were not pristine in a loving interaction. This made you dirty, filthy, even.

"You didn't see her leave?!" Rafe asked Sarah angrily as Ward's hand clasped around your mouth in a slow placement.

"Well what did you do?"

"I fucked up, okay? I just-did you see where she went?"

"He had a chance to take care of you, baby. Now it's my turn..." Ward explained as you were trembling at the edge. His hands devoted to your hips and breasts as his motions made him climb to his own climax.

"And I am just getting started..." You breathed quickly beneath him. Every inch of your body drowning in guilt quickly quelled by his descent back between your thighs.

"Mister Cameron-"

"It's okay. You're mine now…I've got you, my good girl…"

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maybanksbabe · 10 months

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sugar baby!r and ward having rough sex in his and rose’s bed, but they don’t realize that Rose is still home and probably now standing at the other side of the door 🫣

Oh -

Oh my god -

I'm about to fuck that old man there's no way I could justify this LORD HELP ME -

The way I feel like Rose would wait until you stopped to knock on the door -

#ward cameron x reader #(I CANT BELIEVE IM USING THAT TAG JFC)#ward cameron smut #libra speaks

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rafeandonlyrafe · 25 days

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obsessive love

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut!!!, MURDER!!!, SERIAL KILLER!RAFE, PSYCHO!RAFE but sweet with reader, best friends to lover, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD AND STABBING, physical violence, psycho!reader as well!, romanticization/sexualization of murder?, mentions of stalking (in the past), road head, blowjob, p in v sex, semi public sex, rafe beating up your dates tehe, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (advisement to take caution and heed warnings! ty)

rafe is only half paying attention as the movie plays out on the screen. he’s far more focused on the way you’re tucked into him, squealing every time a jumpscare happens and ducking your head into his chest with a wide smile on your face.

it’s not unusual for you to get touchy with him, to cuddle in bed after a day together or hold hands when in a crowd. but lately rafe has found it difficult to not take things further. he has loved you since first grade. not had a crush on like some people like to say. no, rafe only knows deep, obsessive love for you.

it’s why you barely dated anyone high school, rafe was always there to beat your date up and make sure they didn’t reveal it was him. afterall, you’re his best friend. he just wants you to be happy. happy and with him. no one else deserves you, or can protect you the way he can, go to the extreme lengths rafe will.

rafe realized he was in deep shit when he was stalking one of your dates that he wasn’t able to get to. he dropped you off on your front porch and had the audacity to kiss you. rafe exploded the second you were inside. you found your date a bleeding and bruised pulp still on your doorstep the next morning.

“its not even that scary.” rafe chuckles, teasing you as you grip onto his forearm.

“yes it is!” you love getting scared. it’s what you often say is your worst feature. you may scream your head off at horror movies, but you’ll still drag rafe along to haunted houses come halloween and stay up late binging your favorite thrillers with a smile on your face despite the chills down your spine.

rafe forces himself to pay attention to the last couple minutes of the movie. its entertaining enough to distract him from wanting to pull you closer to him, to never let you go, to always keep you by his side where you're safe and happy.

an idea forms in rafes head as he watches the two characters finally kill the serial killer that had murdered all of their friends and tried to go after them. he watches the way they embrace, relief on their faces as they kiss, bonded together forever from the shared trauma.

rafe smiles as you ask him if he’s up for another movie, purposely navigating you to one involving an in love couple and people getting mysteriously murdered in their small town. rafe knows what he’s going to do to keep you close, to play into your fear and need for him.

“holy shit!” you grab the remote, unmuting the tv. you would apologize for using the language in front of wheezie, but she has just a bad of mouth as you do, and very little supervision now that ward is dead and rose fled with what little money she had left.

you both watch the news report on the edge of your seat, the anchor giving details on the recent murder in kildare. it’s a boy you went to school with, but haven’t spoken to since graduation. when the anchor begins to go over details of the murder, you click the tv off.

“hey!” wheezie argues, scrunching her brow as she looks at you, but you just shake your head. “you don’t need to be watching that kind of stuff, wheeze.”

you stand up to find rafe, eyes glancing around nervously, as if whoever murdered the boy could be lurking inside tanneyhill. you don’t realize that the murderer is just the man you want to see.

“rafe, oh my god!” you cry out when you round the corner to find him walking down the hallway. you fling your arms around his shoulders. he’s shocked for only a second before pulling you in, holding you by your waist as the words spill from your mouth, recounting the news to him.

“oh, that’s terrible.” he frowns, hand gliding up and down your back. “you better stay the night tonight, yeah?” he offers. it’s hours away from dark, but you certainly don’t want to venture home after hearing the news.

“yeah, if you don’t mind.” you feel your cheeks blush slightly, knowing you’ll end up sharing a bed with rafe as always.

“i never mind.” he smiles at you.

you wrap your arms around yourself as you watch the news report. the third murder in just under a month just took place last night. you lean against rafe, who presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“i can’t believe we knew all three people killed.” they weren’t particular gruesome deaths, most just a couple stabs with a sharp knife and leaving them to bleed out, there was no passion in the murder itself, no torturing or postmortem injuries.

“i know, it’s scary.” rafe is glad you can’t see the smile on his face. you already spent most nights anyways, but now you’re over more and more, only feeling safe when you have rafes arms around you. it makes it a little hard for him to slip away, but he finds the time.

“and not the fun kind of scary.” you pout. “although…” you trail off, almost like you didn’t mean to say it.

“although what?” rafe questions.

you sit up a little straighter, wiping your hands on your pants. “it’s a little exciting, isn’t it?” you admit. “that makes me sick, doesn’t it?”

rafe shakes his head, pulling away slightly to see your big innocent eyes blinking up at him as you continue to explain. “obviously it’s terrible these people are dead but… god, it’s exhilarating!” your words switch to rambling as you finally get your feelings out. “like the thrill of knowing there’s someone out there killing people, it just makes me feel so alive! as long as i don’t get killed or anyone close to me-”

“i won’t kill you.” rafe says the words to stop your rambling, not even realizing his slip up. “i won’t let you get killed.” he quickly corrects himself.

“i know.” you look rafe up and down. he can tell when your face shifts into one of sheer concentration, mind slowly piecing the puzzle together. rafe needs to do something now before it all comes together.

he could scream or yell for wheezie or… rafe leans in and presses his lips against yours, mouths molding together. you hesitate for a moment before kissing back, much to rafes relief.

“i won’t let you get killed because i love you.” rafe says, hand cupping your jaw to bring you in for another kiss.

“oh, rafe.” you coo, smooching all across his face before landing on his lips again. “i love you too!”

it’s harder now that you’re moved in. you went from spending most nights in rafes bed to making tanneyhill your home as well, cuddling and kissing every night until you’re off to sleep.

he doesn’t need to kill as much now anyways, besides he’s got most of the boys from high school who looked at you a little too hard in your shorts for gym class, or said lude things about you when you weren’t around.

you’re well and truly his, but rafe can’t help himself. he loves the way you hide in his arms when a murder happens, how you kiss him deeply and tell him you love him so much, how you’re so glad that something good came out of something terrible and that you’re together now.

rafe waits until you’re fast asleep before slipping his arm out from under you. he grabs the knife from the back of his closet before heading out. he just needs someone. to stab and maim someone. it’s been months since the serial killers last appearance, and people are starting to relax again, including you, even asking if rafe minded if you went out with your girlfriends without him.

rafe does what he needs to do. he doesn’t enjoy the act itself, but he doesn’t dislike the feeling after either. he walks back into the house, knife bloody but wiped off on the victims own clothes as to not drip all over the house as he sneaks in.

his footsteps pause when he sees you standing there, robe wrapped around your shoulders. he knows you see it. he knows you know everything.

“baby, please don’t leave me i-”

“can i come with you next time?”

“what?” your question shocks rafe, his voice raising before glancing up the stairs to make sure he didn’t wake wheezie.

“next time you kill someone. will you take me with you?” you ask, glancing at the knife, hating the rush you feel over your whole body when seeing it. it’s the last confirmation you needed for what you have been suspecting.

“i-baby, i don’t need to kill anymore. i’ll stop, it was just-”

“no.” you shake your head. “rafe, i don’t care. you can keep doing it. it’s… exciting.” you’re not ashamed this time when admitting it. you used to be worried about the murders but now you know there’s truly no need. rafe would never hurt you.

“okay.” he swallows, stepping closer, glad that you don’t turn away as you accept a kiss pressed to your lips. “okay, i’ll bring you next time.”

“shit, that was exciting!” you squeal, smiling as you turn to rafe. “seeing the life drain out of his eyes? and god, you were so hot when you stabbed him!”

“baby, you sound crazy.” rafe chuckles, easily gliding the car around the turns of the backroads, heading back towards home.

“rafe, you are a literal serial killer, i don’t think you should lecture me on sounding crazy.” you giggle, not even tired despite the late hour from all the adrenaline. “and god, you looked so hot stabbing that guy.”

you reach over and run your fingers down his forearm, remembering the way his muscles bulged and stretch when swinging the knife. your hand moves from rubbing his arm to his thigh, only pretending that your movements are innocent for a minute before you slide your hand up to his crotch, rubbing at his length, feeling it harden in his pants.

“baby-” rafe groans, eyes flicking between you, your hand, and the road in front of him illuminated by his headlights.

“just keep driving, it's okay.” you unbuckle so you can lean across the center console, lips pressing against his neck, tongue darting out to taste his skin.

you tug at the front of his sweatpants, rafe lifting his hips to assist you as the car engine roars. you grip his cock, teeth running over his jaw teasingly, never biting down as you stroke him eagerly, wanting to thank him for continuing his killing spree, for starting it for you and allowing you to take part.

“let me suck you off.” you gather your hair to one side, fucking your head until you're bent sideways. you hold rafes cock with one hand at his base while your lips sink down around the head, moaning at the familiar taste on your lips.

“fuck.” rafe swerves slightly, glad there's no one else on the road as you suck and lick at him, not caring that you're dripping spit down your chin from your movements.

“lemme pull over baby.” rafe says. he knows how much you like the excitement, the rare possibility someone could drive by, but he needs you hop0ing on his dick.

“fiiiine.” you say dramatically, going right back to sucking him off until rafe pulls on a dirt road. you work your shorts and panties off so the second the car is shifted into park, you swing your legs over to straddle rafe.

“shit, you're so wet.” rafe groans as you rub his cock through your folds.

“i told you.” you smirk at rafe. “you looked so hot killing that guy.”

you sink down before rafe can reply.

the murders shift from rafe doing them in secret to make you rely on him, to force you closer, to something you do together, you often doing the planning while rafe finishes the task with violence.

you barely get back to the car before you jump on him, needing to feel his fingertips digging into your hips while he fucks ever, even if there are still specks of blood on him.

you know you won't get caught. no one would expect the former troubled teen turned happily domesticated man, raising his little sister after his father's death with his faithful girlfriend, to be the one behind the violence.

you see no reason to stop as rafe wipes his knife clean for what feels like the hundredth time.

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