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cutielando · 5 months

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stay with me ~ rafe cameron

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"Don't come home"

Those words were echoing in Rafe's mind as he walked by the side of the road towards your house.

He had never seen eye to eye with his father, but he didn't think things would get so out of hand as to get himself kicked out.

He put his hand in his back pocket and took out his phone, smiling a little at the photo on his screen. It was one of the two of you at Midsummers, embracing each other and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

He scrolled down until he found your contact and pressed his phone against his ear, praying that you would still be awake.

"Babe?" you answered the phone, making Rafe let out a sigh of relief.

"It's so good to hear your voice, baby" he exclaimed, tears clouding his eyes.

He tried hard not to break down over the phone, but it was getting harder and harder.

"What's wrong, babe? Is everything okay?" you knew he wouldn't call this late unless something happened.

"I'm 5 minutes away from your house? Can I stay the night?" his voice was shaky, but he prayed that you didn't question him on it.

"Of course you can. I'll make you something to eat"

"Thank you. I love you"

"I love you too, bub"

He ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket before holding his head in his hands.

Hearing your voice was all he needed in that moment. He needed to hear that you were still there with him, that you didn't turn your back on him like his father just did not even an hour before.

Rafe snapped out of his daze only when he found himself standing in front of your house, seeing the light on in your bedroom and kitchen.

Before he could even knock on the door you opened it, standing there with the most sympathetic look you could muster.

"Oh, baby. Come here" you said and extended your arms.

Rafe didn't hesitate to step into your warm and familiar embrace, immediately burying his face into your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

You brought your hand up to his hair while the other traced soothing circles on his back.

"Shh, you're okay now, you're safe with me" you whispered in his ear, making him completely break down.

You could feel him shake as sobs racked through his body, making your heart shatter for the boy in your arms.

You knew it had something to do with his father, it was always the case. However, you didn't push him to talk. You knew that he would tell you everything when he's ready.

After holding each other for a good 10 minutes, his sniffles had subsided and he finally stepped out of your arms, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it in anymore" he whispered, avoiding eye contact with you.

You took his face in your arms and looked him right in the eyes.

"Never apologize for being vulnerable around me. It's not something to be ashamed of"

He bit his lip but nodded, leaning down and pecking your lips.

"Can we go eat? I haven't had anything since yesterday night" he whispered, making you smile and take his hand.

You lead him into your kitchen where you prepared warm sandwiches for both of you, knowing how much Rafe liked them.

He groaned at the sight and immediately dove in, making you chuckle and kiss his head.

You took a seat next to him and started eating silently, watching him intently.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" you asked softly once he finished eating.

He sighed and hung his head low.

"We got into an argument, I don't even remember what it was about. We both said some things, but I guess he just didn't want to bother anymore so he told me to leave and never come back home" he explained, his eyes welling up with tears once again.

"Oh, baby" you got up and enveloped him in your arms, rubbing his back.

He sniffled and buried his head in your chest, holding you tightly to his body.

You knew from the beginning what a piece of shit Ward Cameron was, but you never expected him to kick out his own son. That was low, even for him.

"You're going to stay here with me. My parents already love you and they know how your situation is. They will love having you around all the time" you said as you pulled away and held the sides of his face.

"I don't want to intrude and be a bother"

"You're not intruding on anything. If anything, you're bringing some light in this house. It's boring when my parents are at work, you're going to save me from boredom. Plus, we get to spend every minute with each other, so that's just another bonus" you explained, smiling when you noticed his eyes twinkling and his lips curve into a small smile.

"You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you, baby" he leaned up and pecked your lips, making you smile against his lips.

"I'm going to head over to your house tomorrow and pick up all your clothes and anything else you might need. I don't want you to ever have to step foot in that house again"

"You don't have to do that, I can go and take my stuff by myself" he tried to reason with you, but you were having none of it.

You wouldn't risk another encounter with his father which could very easily turn violent.

"No, I'm going. He's not going to say anything to me because he knows I will not back down"

He sighed but nodded, his expression finally softening.

"I love you. Don't ever forget that" you whispered, rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

"I love you, too. So much"

As your lips met once again, you two were starting a new chapter together. Another part of your story was beginning.

And you couldn't be more grateful.

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crookedteethed · 1 month

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18+ Thinking about how the Rafe's would react to reader telling him she’s pregnant.

Season one Rafe would first definitely act like he doesn't remember sleeping with you, especially if you tell him while you're both at a party and all his friends are around, and he's got a cocaine nose job and he thinks everything's funny. You both know that this is a lie because the night you two had sex--straight up fucked--your cunt had Rafe totally whipped. He was coming back for more ( 4 more times, to be exact. Late nights on his boat, in secluded areas on the beach.).

Afterward, whenever you two would see each other on the island, you'd catch him staring at you; he caught himself trying to see if he could spot your baby bump; he'd totally deny this, though. When Topper goes to ask whose the chick he'd been staring down, Rafe would say:

"That's the slut that claims she's having my baby, but it ain't mine."

Season two Rafe would straight up tell you to abort it, and if you didn't listen to him the first time, he'd ask you if you wanted him to abort it for you. Also, I feel like he would go into a frenzy/have a panic attack when three months pass, and he sees you kept the baby. So now he has to explain to his father that he was the dope that got a chick pregnant during a one-night stand. But instead of taking the anger out on you, the baby, or even the pogues, he'd take it out on himself and go on a seven-day party bender.

Season three Rafe would like the idea of being a father and starting a family, especially with you, because you're the first girl he's been with for seven consecutive months (that's a lifetime for Rafe). He would get himself excited about the thought of having a baby (he hopes a boy) so he could officially embody the role of being the "Man of the house." (having a baby to Rafe is like an accessory to him.) He'd take the opportunity to raise his child differently than Ward had raised him, and then he'd show Ward how his offspring became such an outstanding person—something Ward could never do.

During your pregnancy, you both get yourselves excited about baby shopping and coming up with baby names; you and Rafe would also start thinking about marriage, I feel like he'd become more of a tits guy than an ass guy because of how plump your breast got, and I also feel like he would develop a slight breeding kink too during this time, touching and kissing your round belly whenever you two made love, knowing he's the one responsible for making you look like this.

But when the baby comes (It's a pretty little girl--he wanted a boy, but a girl would do. His logic: Girls are boys without a dick. He'd just have to make sure his little girl doesn't turn out such a pogue slut like his sister, Sarah.) Rafe realizes that he doesn't want to be a father anymore. It's too restrictive and time-consuming. How many years does he have to do this? 18?!

Honorable mentions: In each season, the word would spread to Ward, and whether or not Rafe wanted to keep the baby, Ward would force Rafe to take responsibility. "Take responsibility" in a Ward Cameron way; He'd bride you and your family. He is giving you all the desired amount of cash to either get an abortion or move away (or both) because he wouldn't want to ruin the Cameron image. Lord knows how the island would see his family if his bastard son gave birth to a bastard child.

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abrunettefangirlnerd · 8 months

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Panic

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Prompt: Rafe has been clean for months but a call from your boyfriend has you both worried he will relapse.

Warning: Mention of drugs, anger, negative self-talk, Ward

The trees pass me in a blur as I speed down the road to the Cameron’s estate. Rafe’s choked up voice plays on repeat in my ear and I pray I get there in time. His dad is showing once again that Sarah is the preferred child and that no matter what Rafe does that will never change. All that boy wants is to make his father proud and he can’t get so much of a “good job” from him. Nothing else can make my blood boil faster than that man’s negligence toward his only son.

Rafe called and I could tell that something was wrong immediately. His voice was strained, showing that it is taking all his effort to not break. It didn’t take long for it to. Rafe could never keep anything from me, like the fact he’s worried about relapsing right now. Him being upset is more than enough to have me coming over, but my urgency is from the possibility of him falling to cocaine. I need to get there before he gives up the fight and heads over the Barry’s. He has been 6 months clean, and neither of us want him to throw it away.

My car barely stops before I grab the key and race inside. I don’t mind the weird glances from Rose and Ward in the kitchen. A little extra furry races through my veins before being replaced once again with concern. If I had more time, and wasn’t warned by Rafe against it, I would be fighting Ward right now in his own home. But my main priority is my boy that is hopefully still upstairs in his bedroom.

I knock twice but don’t wait for a response before opening the door. My eyes quickly trace each corner of the room before zeroing on him sitting on his bed. His legs hang off the bed and his head is in his hands. Rafe doesn’t move to acknowledge that I am here, he doesn’t move at all.

I slowly make my way to him, trying my best not to startle him. Getting down on my knees before him I whisper his name and Rafe’s eyes shoot toward mine. They are red and glisining, the surrounding skin swollen due to the salt from is tears. I feel a rip where my heart should be and fight back my own tears at the emotional pain and turmoil he is in. I bring my hand up to the side of his face and softly lean my forehead against his own.

“I’m here,” I whisper not trusting my voice. “I got you.”

Rafe’s fingers squeeze my hips as he slides to his knees before me. I repeat my words and he begins to aggressively shake his head against mine. I feel him slip away from me. Grabbing his head between my hands I force him to look at me. His eyebrows are scrunched together. Breathing uneven as he momentarily stops to stifle what I assume is a sob. There is a slight quiver of his bottom lip, but his eyes focus on mine and don’t move.

“Rafe baby,” I take a deep breath and calm my nerves. “I can’t imagine what you are feeling. He has no right to treat you the way he does.”

“I’m a fuck up.” His voice cracks.

“You are not a fuck up.” I brush my thumb against his cheek to catch a stray tear. “You are Rafe Cameron. You have a little sister who loves you. Guys that look up to you. There is a whole life in front of you. You’ll make mistakes, and it’s okay. It’s part of it. I do it too. But you are Rafe Cameron. Love of my life. You are not a fuck up.”

Rafe‘s eyes pierce mine for a moment longer before his body crashes into me. His head presses into my shoulder as that long-suppressed sob emerges. It shakes both of our bodies as we cling onto one another. Rafe wraps the entirety of his arms around me as mine are around his neck. One hand presses between his shoulder blades as my other runs through his hair.

The clipped sounds exploding from Rafe vibrate to my core and I struggle to fight off my own tears. A few escape and slide down my cheeks as I feel my heart die a little inside. No one deserves this kind of relationship with their father, and least of all Rafe. I think about how early he gets up in the mornings, working all day, getting to know the men, staying after hours to make sure everything is done. All for a man who barely glances in his general direction unless to scrutinize something he has done.

The rage from before is resurfacing and if it wasn’t for Rafe being in my arms, I would surely give Ward a piece of my mind. I take deep breaths as I turn myself to the situation at hand and focus on Rafe. Slowly his breathing begins to reduce to a more normal pace but his hold on me stays the same. We are in complete silence once his sobbing has subsided. Tears still greet my shoulder occasionally but I think we may be towards the end of it.

“Come on.” I whisper, my voice coarse. I clear my throat softly before speaking again. “Let’s get in bed.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything but just nods his head as he helps me move. We tear down the comforter in silence and slip in under the covers. I lay on my back while Rafe crawls into a ball, resting his head against my stomach. Immediately, I bring one hand to support his back as the other combs through his hair. Every once in a while I feel a soft moan vibrate against my stomach and a slight smile breaks across my lips. One of Rafes favorite things is head scratches. Every movie night it is inevitable. I love how it keeps him calm.

“I’m sorry.” Rafe sniffles. He is so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. Sorry? Why is he sorry?

“Why are you sorry babe?” Confusion laces my voice and I hope he actually tells me why.

“For making you feel like you had to come. You know… potentially relapsing.” Rafe loops an arm around the front of my waist and softly squeezes. “I’m supposed to be a man, your man. I should be stronger than this.”

Man up, Rafe. You’re going to be man of the house. You have to man up.

I accidently heard the end of a few disagreements between Ward and Rafe. Most of the time ending with Ward saying something about how Rafe needed to man up, stop being so soft, grow up. While I agreed and understood Ward being pissed when he had to pay off Barry. He shouldn’t have kicked Rafe out, he should have gotten him help. Hung up his pride and helped his son. It shouldn’t have just been me and the guys trying to help him get clean.

“Don’t you ever be sorry. I want you to call me.” I press him in closer to me and I continue to run my fingers through his hair. “It is okay to need someone. Please understand that. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

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princessslutt · 26 days

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heyy, could you do sm with reader who is addict to make up and she buys a new lip plumper and give rafe a kiss, how would he react to the burning feeling ?

you had been begging and begging rafe to go shopping with you today, he promised you after he got all of his work down he would take you out to go shopping.

“rafeyyyy — cmon I’m bored! you’ve been working alllll day” he hadn’t really been working all day, you just really wanted to get out of the house.

“oh yeah, let’s over exaggerate it, princess.” you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, and the way his jaw clenched. you huffed and stomped away to lay in your queen sized bed, that he bought you.

you were spoiled, got everything you wanted — anything that you laid your eyes on was yours. so when rafe told you to be patient you had absolutely none of it.

instead of acting like a brat, you decided to be good for rafe and sit still like a good girl.

you must have been waiting for awhile because you had fallen asleep. only to be woken up with rafe carrying you to the car.

“said you wanted to go shopping, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” you got overly excited because you had been wanting a new lip plumper for awhile because you ran out of your favorite one.

when you arrived at the mall, he followed you to the makeup store, arms crossed.

“rafe look! it’s the one i ran out of — can i get it please?” you whined, but how could he say no to you? he nodded his head and just rolled his eyes.

when he takes his card out to pay for the product you wait patiently for him to give it back to you.

you leave the store, practically running to the car to flip down the mirror in the passenger seat and apply it.

it was exactly the same one you had ran out of. the sparkly, the shine it laid on your lips.

rafe just though you were a ray of sunshine, he loved buying you new things.

“thank you rafey — thank you so much!!!” you smile, leaning over the center console and kissing him right on his perky lips.

“sweetheart, why – why is it burning?” you giggle at his words, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“it’s lip plumper silly. it’s supposed to tingle on your lips!” he glares at you, finding it impossible for a lip gloss to do that to your lips.

“never kiss me again with that on your lips.” he starts to drive and shakes his head.

you pout, even though he was just playing.

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mrs-cameron · 1 year

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outer banks + tweets (part 5)

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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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unangelic-thoughts · 2 months

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Imagine this: jealous! rafe when you’re ward's personal assistant

[A few notes: 1. Rose doesn't exist in this AU. 2. This is a really rough draft, literally just wrote it and posted it so haven't had a chance to proof read it but I was honestly so desperate that I just had to write somethinggg 3. I hope you can pleasurably indulge in the same way I just did imagining this? :)) <33 love y'all with the same filthy minds as mine)] *spoiler alert* you fuck them both xoxo

you've been spending a lot of time with ward, working from the office and his home since you got the job as his personal assistant nine months ago

he's always made it clear that you're welcome to help yourself with anything in the kitchen or have a dip in the pool

one hot day you decide to take advantage of that and bring your swimsuit to his house

after finishing up on important but boring paperwork, you ask if you can take a dip and ward is more than happy about it

you swim as he sits at the edge of the lounger, talking to you about the new partnership deal he's working on

you notice the way his eyes flick down to your breasts, it makes you feel good, he's a handsome man after all

you plead with him to join you in the water, but he declines despite the evident want in his eyes so you splash him, egging him on

the glass doors swing open and out comes rafe, his arm around a pretty girl's shoulders

he's surprised to see you, especially with so much of skin on show and with his dad right there as if this is a completely normal and professional occurence

but then again, since when has his dad ever cared about professionalism anyway?

he only looks at you once, making a point to not let his eyes wander to you again

you watch as him and his dad make small talk and then him and his girlfriend(?) are gone

unbeknownst to you, rafe heads to his room and peeks at you through his blinds

he watches as you step out of the pool, water dripping down your breasts and thighs, it gets him real hard

that is until ward wraps a towel around you, his fingers caressing your shoulder and all rafe wants to do is yell at him to not touch you

you can feel someone's stare but as you look up to where you think it's coming from, he swiftly steps away and walks up to the girl he brought home, eva, and kisses her fiercely - wanting to block out any thoughts of you

at the company event, a week later, he doesn't fail to notice his dad's hand on your lower back or the way he leans a bit too close to you when you talk

it infuriates him every time you direct that sweet smile of yours towards ward. that should only be for him, no one else and especially not his dad

he corners you later that night as you walk out of the bathroom stall

it takes you by surprise, his broad chest right up against you as he looks down at you

"you should be more careful" he says

"careful?" you frown in confusion

"of my dad. he's not a good man" his hands rest on his hips

you stare up at him with doe eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips "oh really?"

"he's dangerous. a pretty, innocent girl like you shoudn't be getting involved with men like him" rafe looks you up and down, taking in the shortness of your dress

"and what type of men do you think I should be involved with?" you ask, a smirk on your lips

he raises an eyebrow as if to say 'isn't it obvious?'

at that, you laugh and roll your eyes

"you know, people would say that you're the dangerous one" you state honestly

his right hand reaches up to stroke your cheek "not with you. i would protect you from anything bad"

"that's really sweet of you" you say sarcastically

"but i don't need protecting" you shove him and walk past him to join the others outside

unfortunately for rafe, seeing him so jealous of you and his dad only makes you want to provoke him further

so you do what any other innocent girl would do

you get his dad to fuck you on rafe's bed just as he comes home from his late night gym session

ward is ecstatic about it, because 1) he's wanted to shove his cock inside you from the moment he saw you in that tiny bikini and 2) he knows that him and rafe have grown apart and what better way to bond than getting to share the same hole?

you're on all fours, your hands fisting rafe's fresh bed sheets as ward pounds you from behind

rafe walks in and as soon as his gaze lands on the two of you, he drops his gym bag on the floor with a thud

you and ward both turn to look at him, continuing to fuck as if there's been no interruption at all

rafe is absolutely seething with anger "what.the.actual.fuck?" he asks through clenched teeth

"hey son! are you joining in?" ward asks in the same way he would ask him if he wanted to play golf

"a-are you fucking kidding me right now?" his hands are fisted into balls. if this were a cartoon, he'd have smoke coming off his head

"i'm really not. as the saying goes, sharing is caring. what's mine is yours, son" his dad replies with a sweet smile on his lips

rafe's cold gaze turns to you then "and you're okay with this?"

you nod innocently at the same time as ward says "it was her idea in the first place"

rafe stands by his door in shock but you're staring to lose your patience

"rafey, baby, can i please have your cock? please?" you plead just as ward hits your sweet spot and you gasp in pleasure

he fucks you harder as you stare into rafe's blown pupils before involuntarily shutting your eyes, feeling yourself reaching closer to your orgasm

a moment later rafe's ripped all of his clothes off and lays on his back on the bed next to you

you open your eyes when he forcefully grabs your arm so that you're now straddling his lap, causing his dad's cock to slip out of you

you don't get to miss the sensation for long however, because rafe brutally shoves his girthy shaft inside your swollen pussy

your hands go onto his chest to steady yourself, feeling his defined pectorals

ward spits on your ass and slowly buries his dick inside your second hole

it makes you want to scream, but you bite down hard on your lower lip

they thrust into you in unison, you have never felt this full, never felt this kind of bliss

rafe takes your tits in his hands, then brings each nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking them with his tongue

you're so close, so so close

tears fall down your face at the overwhelming sensations in your body caused by the two men

rafe notices, looking concerned and asks if you're okay as his hands cup your face

you nod, "just keep fucking me, please. don't stop"

relief washes over his face and he kisses you deeply but softly, a complete contrast to how he's splitting you open

you kiss him back, your tongues dancing together

ward places two digits on your clit, it makes you whimper in rafe's mouth

and as they both frantically slam into you with their hands all over your body, you come completely undone

your body convulses between them and your legs begin to tremble

you're soon overstimulated by it all but they keep going

they thrust in and out, in and out, as you squirm, completely trapped between their two bodies

before you can register any of it, warm cum fills up both of your holes at the same time

they grunt in unison and you ponder at how similar father and son really are

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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if you were a kook princess and best friends with rafe...... he'd find comfort in staying with you nearly 24/7.

the only time he would go home is if you ever came with him to get clothes or whatever. but if ward was there it'd end in an argument about him always never being home.

**fanon!rafe**

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You could feel eyes on you, especially by the teens. It wasn't your fault that the gas station with the best snacks was where the pogues hung out the most, you were just high and hungry.

"Well, would you look at who came to grace us with their presence, the Kook Princess" You place all the items on the counter, JJ's voice right next to your ear as he leaned on the counter.

"12.54" The cashier broke the silence and you hand her a 20, JJ touching your sunglasses and you swat his hand.

"Don't try it, bitch" Kiara spoke and you laugh, taking your change and bag. "You're on our turf"

"Hey" Rafe said authoritatively and you tilt your head as you look at the two.

"So sorry I came to get sour straws and iced tea, didn't realize you'd be so bothered by me. I'll never step foot in here again" You smirk sarcastically and turn around, Rafe in the doorway. "All good, Rafe, let's go" You walk by him and he gives JJ a long look before following you out the door.

"What did they want?" Rafe asked and thanked you as you handed him an iced tea. You roll your eyes and take a sip, opening the sour straws and eating one.

"I don't know, try to intimidate me? JJ touched my glasses and I swatted his hand and Kiara stepped up like bitch I'm just trying to get snacks, not smacked. Please leave me alone" Rafe let out a laugh and looked over at you, opening his mouth.

You put a sour straw in his mouth, laughing as it flew in the wind of his open jeep. Rafe pulled into your driveway, the both of you getting out and Rafe carrying the bag. You opened the door and headed to your room, both of you taking off your shoes and falling on your bed.

You laid on your back, right leg bent with the left leg straight. Rafe laid on his stomach, head on your thigh. "What do you want to do tonight?"

"Well, you've been in the same clothes since Wednesday, it's Friday. You need to go home and get more clothes. Just pack all the clothes you can quickly and avoid Ward"

"Can you come with me? I've been so good without him, I don't want to go back into that bad place again" Rafe mumbled and you pouted softly, playing with his hair as he looked at you.

"Of course, what're best friends for?" He smiled and you return it. "I've known you since the 3rd grade, which means I've known Ward that long. And I know he's not good for you or to you" He nods along, sitting up. "You want to go now?"

"Better now than never" He groaned loudly and shook his head, standing up. You both put on your shoes and and down the stairs again, Rafe hopping in the driver seat again.

You drove it silence, closing your eyes as there was no cloud in the sky, enjoying the breeze. Rafe parked in his driveway and you opened your eyes, seeing both Ward and Rose's cars weren't here.

"At least you know you won't see them" You smile and you both get out and you grab his hand. You walk in and close the door softly, taking your hand away and following him to his room.

Rafe grabbed the biggest bag he had and started shoving clothes into it, cursing hangers for not being easy to take off. Underwear, shirts, shorts, pants, socks, shoes. Anything he could fit until the zipper was barely holding on.

He picked the bag up over his shoulder and you stood up. "Let's go, I don't want to be here when they get back" You leave his room but see their cars still weren't here.

"Their cars are still gone, we're good" You reach the bottom of the stairs and you both stop as you see Ward standing in the living room. Rafe dropped the bag and pushed you behind him.

"Rafe, I haven't seen you in months" Ward's voice was in his manipulative tone, and your fingers gripped Rafe's shirt, wishing he would stay calm. "Why do you keep running, son? I just want you home, I miss my boy" Ward stepped forward and Rafe backed up.

"You miss making me do dirty work for you. You miss yelling at me. You miss wanting me to fuck up so you can yell at me. I'm not coming home, you're a terrible father" Rafe stood his ground and you smiled behind him.

Ward chuckled, backing up. "Really, Rafe? This isn't you, your little friend you have behind you is brainwashing you into thinking I don't love you" You stood out from behind Rafe, eyes dark.

"You don't love Rafe, you love controlling him. And someone needed to take his mental health seriously" You spoke and Ward's smirk dropped, stepping towards you.

"Hey, hey!" Rafe yelled, teeth gritted and eyes wide as he pushed Ward. "Stay the fuck away from her. She's more important to me than anyone in this fucking house except for Wheezie" He huffed and Ward looked at him.

"You are an idiot, Rafe. Running from your problems solves nothing!" It was a full on screaming match, and you grabbed Rafe's hand.

"Rafe.. Rafe let's go!" You yell and he picks up the bag, the both of you walking out the door with Ward yelling bad things about you. Rafe threw his things in, Ward following you two out and Rafe quickly stepped on the gas and reversed out of the driveway, spinning quickly and shifting to drive before speeding off.

He swerved around the street as Ward shot at you two, both you and Rafe bending down until you were far away from Ward. You sat up and looked at Rafe, whose knuckles were turning white and his breathing got choppy.

"Rafe.. pull over, honey. Pull over please" You touch his arm and he does, putting the car in park. You unbuckle both of your seatbelts and grab his hands, your hand on his face. "Rafe, it's okay. We don't have to see him again, you're safe"

Rafe looked at you with tears in his eyes, getting out of the car quickly and you watch as he walks around the jeep, opening your door and wrapping his arms around your waist. You hold your arms around his neck, closing your eyes.

"I hate him, he shot at us. I put you in danger, I'm so sorry" You shushed him and rubbed his back, swaying softly.

"You did nothing, Rafe. It's all his fault" You pull him away and kiss his forehead, hopping out. "I'll drive, just relax"

You drove home with Frank Ocean playing quietly, parking in the garage and opening the door for him. He grabs his bag and you both head up to your room. Rafe went into the bathroom quietly, taking his pajamas with him.

You took off your make up and did your skin care, waiting for Rafe to be done. You sat up as he came in and he threw his clothes in the hamper, looking at you and falling on your body. You smile and turned up the volume of the tv that played Rafe's favorite show, 'Family Guy.'

"I'm proud of you, Rafe. Always" you kissed his hand and you both get under the sheets, you turned on your side and Rafe pulled you into him, putting his chin in your neck as you both fell asleep calm and peaceful knowing you never had to see Ward Cameron again.

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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A Lesson

Warnings: age gap, virgin reader, cheating, creampie, oral

You push on the large wooden door when there's no answer, stumbling at how easy the door gives away and finding yourself in a room you'd never been in before. There's a groan and a scoff that draws your attention to the far side of the room, finding Rafe's father sitting at his desk with a very unhappy look on his face. For a moment you couldn't help but think how handsome he was despite his age. How old was he? 40? 50?

"Can I help you, dear?" His father, Ward, asks like you've just interrupted something very important that he has to get back to. You inch closer, feeling much safer in his presence than you do around his coke head son. It's not until you're directly in front of his desk that you notice his button undone on his slacks and a bottle of lotion perched on the desk. You'd seen enough movies to know what they meant and you felt yourself heat all the way down to your toes as you tried to think about anything but that.

"I-I--."

"You're Rafe's little girlfriend right? The flavor of the week?" Ward draws, bringing his scotch to his lips and your temper flares in annoyance as he downs the liquor. Why was he being rude?

"I--yes. I'm Y/N. I couldn't find Rafe. I got lost. I didn't mean to disturb you." You mumble, turning to leave but Ward waves his hand before pouring himself another drink.

"Please, sit. I'd like to get to know the girl taking up so much of my son's time. Why he insists on never coming to the job sites with me." Your face pinches in confusion at Ward's words. Rafe was never with you. Why did he think you were looking for him in the first place? You were together but you spent more time apart than together.

"He's never with me, Sir." You tack on the 'sir' without meaning to and Ward's gaze darkens, his red rimmed eyes scanning over your body and down your long legs before finding your eyes again. You’d worn a new low cut sundress to try and get Rafe’s attention but it seemed you gained someone else’s on accident.

"Surely my son isn't spending time with someone else when he has..you." Ward takes another drink, his eyes watching your every move as you nervously cross and uncross your legs. Was Rafe cheating? Or was it the drugs? At your silence, Ward sighs before continuing his interrogation.

"Have you fucked my son?" Your eyes widen at Ward's brazen words but you find yourself shaking your head, unable to resist answering. Ward seemed like somebody who demanded respect from everyone, no matter the room.

"Why not?" Ward presses, his body leaned back casually in his large leather chair while he circles the rim of his glass with two fingers.

"I don't think he likes that I'm inexperienced, Sir." You breathe, nibbling your bottom lip as Ward's body tenses in the chair. One hand balls into a fist that he quickly hides in his lap before sitting straight up in his chair.

"Are you telling me you're a virgin?" Ward growls, almost angrily. You nod, your body buzzing and riddled with feelings you couldn't explain. You were burning up. Rafe almost made you feel dirty and undesirable for being a virgin but Ward almost acted like you should be treasured. That you were a gift.

"Have you ever had an orgasm? A proper orgasm?" Ward insists, his blue eyes ablaze in the dimly lit room. It made you wonder why he was up so late working.

"No, Sir." You swallow as Ward runs a hand through his hair and downs the last of his scotch before pushing back in his chair and waving you over with two fingers. You stand without thinking but it only takes a moment for your brain to catch up with your body.

"W-why?"

"Because I'm going to give you one. Now come around the desk and bend over it in front of me. I want to look at you." Ward says in a low terrifying voice that has your pussy pulsing and your nipples hardening. You should walk away. You should go look for Rafe. But Rafe never came looking for you. He didn't care about you or what you did.

That's what you told yourself anyway as you rounded the desk with your head down and quickly bent over the wood surface to display yourself for his father, completely submitting. You'd never wanted anything more in your life than Ward's approval at this moment.

The fabric of your sundress is folded up over your back and you hear Ward suck in a breath through his teeth. A million different things run through your head. Was something wrong?

"You're so fucking wet, sweetheart. You poor thing." Ward groans, surprsing you with a faint touch against your slit. You jerk, making Ward chuckle as he brings up his other hand to caress the back of your thigh in a soothing manner.

"Relax. I won't do anything you won't like, I promise." His words bring you a sense of comfort but you can't stop the way your body trembles as he slowly eases your panties down your legs and spreads your pussy for him to look at. You flinch when you feel him blow on your clit and he chuckles, gently pressing a finger against your swollen nub.

"So responsive. Don't move, sweetheart." Ward says before burying his face in your pussy from behind. You yelp in surprise from the intrusion but also from the sudden pleasure. It felt good. So fucking good.

"Goddamn. I knew my son was a fucking idiot." Ward moans against your flesh. His mouth slurped and sucked at your pussy like it was the sweetest dessert he'd ever tasted, his large hands keeping you spread and open for him. You bit your lip to keep from crying out but the pleasure only seemed to build and build, intensifying with every passing second.

When he suddenly stops, you're left panting and trembling, your knees giving out so you're forced to hold on to the desks ledge to keep from sliding to the floor. You start to turn to ask why he stopped when Ward suddenly stuffs some fabric in your mouth, clamping his hand down over your lips to keep you from spitting it out. It was your panties.

"Keep that in there." Ward demands before pulling away again. You were burning alive. Your body aching for something it had never had before as you hear the whisper of his zipper lowering and his slacks hitting the floor at his feet. You reach back, not sure your intentions but he quickly pins both your hands to your back with one of his, the heat of his cock slipping between your legs. The trembling doesn't subside as Ward slips his cock back and forth through your slit, coating himself in your arousal before finally letting the head catch on your entrance.

"This might sting." Ward whispers before slipping inside you, that sting he mentioned bringing tears to your eyes.

"Breathe. Let me in this pretty pussy." Ward grunts, pushing in further as his grip tightens on your wrists. You whimper, lifting up on your toes and unintentionally letting him slip in further.

"That's it. Good girl." Ward's praise warms you in a way you can't explain. giving you butterflies in a way Rafe never had as he finally pushes in completely.

"You came looking for my son and you end up full of me instead. Who woulda thought?" Ward chuckles darkly before withdrawing to the tip and slamming back in, pinning your body against the desk as you yelp.

"God, you're so tight. Do you know how long it's been since I fucked a virgin? Jesus Christ." Ward starts to fuck you, not caring about the pace or the ryhtm despite you being a virgin. He fucks you hard and brutal, stretching you painfully, and leaving you sore with every pull of his body. You whimper against your panties as that tightening quickly takes over deep in your cut and your body starts to grow more and more taunt, tears streaming down your eyes.

"Fuck, you're cumming. Don't stop. Keep cumming. Let me feel it. Cum on my cock. Be a good girl. Let me fuck you through it." Ward groans, slamming inside you even harder than you thought possible as a wave of euphoria washes over you so hard you see stars. You scream against the gag until your body goes limp and you can't hold your head up anymore, Ward's pace only starting to slow but not stopping.

"Dad?" You blink as you try to list your head to see a shocked Rafe standing across the room at the door, a look of pure shock and betrayal on his face. You mumble against the gag but Ward doesn't stop, his hips slamming against your ass hard and deep.

"Learn to knock, son. Let this be a lesson to you." Ward growls before releasing a strained groan and filling you to the brim with his load, the warmth quickly starting to trickle down your thighs before he's even done. You barely catch a glimpse of the door slamming before Ward stops and drops down on your back, his breathing just as uneven as yours.

"H-how did you k-know I was on b-birth control?" You pant as Ward straightens and pulls you up with him. Ward sits in his chair, spinning you around and hauling you onto his lap just as you notice the blood along his pubic area.

"I didn't." Ward growls, impaling you on his cock once again and you wince, letting your head fall back on a moan as your nails bite into his shoulders. "Now ride my cock. I'm not done with this pussy yet."

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cutielando · 5 months

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thank you ~ rafe cameron

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Rafe was a lot of things, but you'd have never thought that he was a hopeless romantic.

When you first started dating, he wasn't overly affectionate or loving per se, just like you expected him to be.

However, that all changed after he confided in you about his problems with his father. More specifically, after you caught the two of them in an argument.

He had texted you in the morning asking you to meet up later in the evening to have a sleepover, but you had arrived 2 hours earlier to surprise him.

"God damn it, Rafe!" you heard a booming voice shouting as soon as you opened your car's door.

Just as you closed it and went to get your things from the trunk, you heard glass shattering from inside.

Assuming the worst, you immediately ran inside towards the noise, which proved to be coming from the kitchen.

When your boyfriend came into your view, you couldn't help but gasp.

His eyes were bloodshot, he had a massive bruise covering his jaw, he had a busted lip and his knuckles were bloodied and bruised.

"What happened?" you asked, walking in and seeing Ward on the floor and some broken glass underneath him.

The two men looked at each other, both of them fuming.

Rafe said nothing as he took your hand and led you up the stairs to his bedroom, not saying a single word the entire time.

"Are you okay?" you asked him once you were alone in his room.

He didn't say anything but looked at you with the most broken expression you'd ever seen. He looked so small, so fragile just standing there after being to a pulp by his own father.

"No" his voice broke as he managed to utter out a single word.

You sighed and pulled him into your arms, your hands running up and down his back. He was holding onto you for dear life, like you were going to vanish from his arms in the next second.

He started sobbing into your neck, letting out everything he had been keeping bottled up for a long time. Your shirt was soaked by his tears, but you couldn't care less.

Rafe needed you and you didn't care about anything else other than him.

You stayed like that for a good 15 minutes before he started to calm down and his sobs quieted down.

"Do you want me to run you a bath? You could lay on me and just relax in the warm water" you whispered in his ear, afraid that speaking any louder would disturb the quiet atmosphere.

"Yeah, I'd like that" he said, slowly pulling away from you.

You gave him a small smile, trying to show him that you were there for him and everything was going to be okay. You weren't leaving his side until he felt better.

He gave you a smile back and leaned down to peck your lips slightly, any more contact hurting his busted lip.

You stepped out of his arms and quickly worked your way around his bathroom, lighting some candles and choosing some bath bombs to put in the water.

"Baby? The bath is ready" you told him as you stuck your head through the bathroom door.

He slowly stood up and undressed as you did the same, folding his clothes and putting them on the washing machine.

You got in the tub first and leaned against it while Rafe got in after and laid with his back against your chest.

"You're too good for me" he whispered as you kept tracing imaginary lines on his chest with your nails, trying your best to calm him down.

"No, I'm not. You deserve the best life has to offer. You're such a kind soul, baby. You came into my life and made it so much better, gave it a meaning and someone to keep fighting for. Baby, I love you so damn much, it's you and I until the end of the road. I'll always be here when you need me and you will always have my support in everything. Don't ever doubt that" you finished your speech by kissing his neck and cheek.

You couldn't see it but Rafe had tears in his eyes, but this time they were happy tears.

He never thought he would find someone who would want to be with him despite his many flaws, his anger issues, his jealousy problems, his family problems, everything.

But here you were, loving him for who he was, with his flaws and problems, with everything that he represented. And he couldn't be more grateful for you, for coming into his life and showing him that he deserved to be loved and showing him what love really was.

"I love you too, so fucking much, Y/N. I can't even understand why you are with me but I am so damn grateful you are. I can't live without you, baby. My life is not the same without you in it and I will do everything in my power to keep you and make you happy because you deserve the best. Thank you, for everything, baby"

He turned his head and kissed your lips, sealing a silent agreement between the both of you that neither of you was going anywhere.

You were in it for the long haul and nothing could change that.

Nothing and nobody could come between the two of you and your love.

Nothing.

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sageworld · 1 year

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WINE PON YOU ༒ BARRY SMUT!

the high of rafe camerons party was over and you knew you should’ve left along time ago. your body was hypnotized by the liquor, dojas wine pon you playing through the speaker & barry grinding behind you.

the two of yours body’s had been attached for the past hour. lips grazing over one another’s every once in a while, you bent over you wind your hips onto him. you felt good, really good.

“let’s go inside mama.” barry says. you adjust yourself and let him lead the way.

the two of you end up in some random bedroom in tannyhill. you feel barry behind you again but this time he’s pulling down the straps of your mini dress. you oblige and let him take it all the way off, leaving you in just your panties.

you turn to him, starting him in the eye. “what you wanna do mama?” he asks, grabbing a chunk of your ass in each of his large hands.

your lips graze over his, wanting to see how long it’ll take him to crack. it’s not too long before his lips are on yours, tongues in each others mouths.

he backs you into the bed, causing you to fall back into it. you’re disappointed as his lips disconnect from yours.

“get on all fours baby.” he commands & you do so. you feel him pull your panties down to your knees.

he spreads your ass and you feel his tongue hit your clit. the feeling of him eating you out from behind being so overwhelming. his tongue works miracles on you as it goes over your clit in circles.

you can’t help but feel yourself get wetter as barry growls loudly and shakes his head in your pussy. “oh fuck baby.” you squeak out as you feel yourself coming on his face.

barry gets up, spitting on your pussy while doing so. you hear him pulling him pants down and when you look he’s just dropped them enough for his length to come out. his blue jersey still on. you moan and that sight, his chain dangling from his neck. you shake your ass back a bit and feel his dick poke at you.

you moan as he slips it in. he grabs your hips and uses it as leverage as he pounds in and out of you, you feel yourself swallowing him. the sound of your moans, barry’s groans and slapping fill the room.

“i’m not gonna last too long, this good pussy right here.” he groans and throws his head back. “cum for me, please daddy.” you moan like something from a porno. “shit, don’t gotta tell me twice.”

you sequel as barry pounds you out, going hard and fast worried about nothing but his high. “who’s your daddy?” barry asks. “you’re my daddy barry, my good daddy.”

“i’m gonna cum.” barry announces just before pulling out. the second he’s out you feel his hot seed all over your ass. you laugh when you feel him collapse on the bed next to you, his dick still out and you still naked and barely laying on your belly.

“we should do that again sometime.” you smile and bite your lip as barry smiles back.

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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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raiisakitsune · 1 year

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Pogues + onion headlines

#jj maybank #john b #john b routledge #pope hayward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #ward cameron #obx #outer banks #outer banks season 3 #obx3 #jiara #jj x kie #jarah b #pouges

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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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grinsekatze · 1 year

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#same

#obxedit #obx3 #obx spoilers #obxsource #outer banks spoilers #outer banks #obxhub #big rohn routledge #anti big john routledge #ward cameron #charles esten #king shit #the way he just spoke for the entire fandom #mine

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