#ward cameron smut

[coryosbaby]

Ward with trophy wife reader and an age gap, like she is Rafe age

18+, MDNI !!

—oooo, she’s young but she’s his baby 100%. Hanging off his arm like a pretty piece of eye candy, pressing kisses to his neck and leaving lipstick prints for everyone to gawk over. She gets her nails done every week ‘n goes to her hair appointments by herself, but when it’s clothes… ohhh boy, Ward is jumping to drive her wherever she wants. Especially when it’s Victoria’s Secret ‘n he gets to pick out a sweet little babydoll slip for her to wear for him— probably smth pink ‘n frilly cs he knows that’s how she likes it. Ooo and he’s on his phone because of business ‘n it frustrates her sm while they’re shopping :( so she lets him watch as she changes into it, posing in front of the mirror the instant he looks up from his phone, pushing up the hem of the slip so she can show him her pretty little panties.

“You’re always at work,” she says, whining, but he’s already up from his seat and trailing his hands in between her thighs. “Never pay attention t’me anymore, daddy.”

“No attention, hm?” And he’s mean with it as he grabs the lace hem of her panties up, yanking the fabric in between her cheeks. She lets out a tiny mewl, her forehead hitting the cold mirror in front of her. “Givin’ you attention right now, honey, am I not?”

“Daddy, not here.”

“Do you want this set?” At her silence, a small pout on her face even though her hips are moving right up against his crotch, he growls. “Then yes, baby, right here. Take it off. Now.”

[unangelic-thoughts]

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

[blueicequeen19]

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."

[thecameronchronicles]

Bad Girls Go To Mister Cameron

TW: age gap (reader is above eighteen). Smut. Language. Praise kink. Cheating. 

SUMMARY: Ward's punishment for your bratty behavior has you coming undone...

WORD COUNT: 1500

REQUESTED

hey so I wasn’t sure if you took requests this isn’t really one unless you say you do! Are you able to write some more ward Cameron smut?? S3 him was the bomb 🤤

Bad Girls Go to Mister Cameron

His eyes were always focused on you. Beneath his shades. Across any dinner you were invited to. But he always did so to where his daughter or wife didn't notice the way his gaze descended on you. The way you smirked when feeling him focus on you. The way you wore a bikini in his favorite color to torture him for keeping your trysts so far apart. But this was a new testament as he adored Rose as if you were nothing more than Sarah's friend she met at college last year. And you decided it was time for revenge. Too many times you behaved all to be a lady in waiting. But you were far from helpless and you would remind him of such things…

"Rafe? Can you help me?" 

"Y-yeah..." You offered the suntan lotion as he lathered up your skin as you rolled and moaned against his touch. An obvious erection against you as you turned over your shoulder. 

"That feels good..." 

"Yeah?" He asked with a scoff. 

"You know how to use it?" You questioned as he nodded, your fingers interlaced with his before you led him into his father's shed. It was the first place you shared a moment with his father and it would be that much sweeter to taint it with this new touch. 

Rafe followed behind you, kissing you slowly before immediately pawing your breast. Cursing at how you fit perfectly in his hand, you noticed the shift at the window beside you. As expected, Ward was there. Peering. 

"I want your mouth on me..." 

Rafe lifted you onto the counter, untying the bottoms of your suit and tossing the wet fabric to the floor. 

"Shit...all for me?" Even if you answered for him, your eyes met with Ward. 

"All for you." You spoke slowly, mouth pulled wide to Rafe's tongue as you didn't have to force the pleasure he created within you. For a moment, you forgot your motivations as he reached for your nipple. Twisting and pulling as you moaned. 

"You make me wanna come..."

"Then come..." He breathed between laps as you rode into his tongue, a smirk felt every so often as you ran fingers through his new buzzed hair. 

"I'm gonna-"

"Rafe!" Ward's voice acted distant. "I need you to finish the burgers." 

"You have to be joking-" he groaned. "This is bullshit..." He rose to his feet before you took hold of his arms. 

"I'll ride you if you stay..." 

"Get the fuck over here..." He worked his trunks and positioned you into a straddle before he was called again. 

"Come on, son-"

"I'm trying..." You chuckled. 

"Just give me ten minutes?"

"Rafe..."

"I'll make you come three times at least...please...just...shit...I don't want to deal with hearing about it-"

"Five minutes and I start without you...." He groaned, turning back as your fingers teased your clit. 

"Three but don't come unless I'm watching." You nodded as he shared a conversation with his father before you were now alone with him. 

"My office. Now." 

You bit your bottom lip. This was what you had been waiting for...

The door closed behind you as you feigned interest in the books on the shelf across from him. 

"I don't like when you act like that..."

"How is it any different than you with your wife?"

"We've talked about this..."

"Rafe's hot...and he can keep up with me...oh my God...and his mouth-" Suddenly Ward was in front of you. 

"You stay away from my son if you know what's good for you. Trust me."

"Why? He felt so good. Makes me want to come now even thinking about it..." This seemed to give Ward an epiphany. 

"Sit." You obeyed, basking in this game. 

"Show me." You were dripping with need, parting your legs for him and retired to this forbidden space stained from prior rendezvous. 

"Wider." You obliged as he sat between your legs as your soles rested on the coffee table supporting him. 

"You shouldn't be able to feel good right now...but I'm so fucking hard, I have to hear you moan for me..."

"But mister Cameron..." You whined. "I'm not doing it for you...I want Rafe to hear me...he's the one who lets me touch him...bet he'd have fucked me in the pool if I asked him-"

"Stop-" he took your hand. 

"Come here." He forced you to your knees. "Give me a reason to keep from punishing you..." To this, you unzipped his shorts and removed his belt. 

"You see that, sweetheart? I've behaved myself all week...so you're going to take care of me...Be a good girl." Your eyes rolled in pleasure as you took him slow but deep, exactly as he liked it. It took only a second before he breathed your name as you found your pace. His hand gripping your hair and leading you as he saw fit as you simply opened your mouth and let him glide against your tongue. Hollow cheeks suctioning him to his edge. 

"You wanted to ride a Cameron cock?" You nodded. "You only ride mine." You were suddenly taken over his lap and thrust into. 

"You make one fucking sound and you get left here tied so you can't make anymore messes down your thighs...those messes are for me." He took hold of the back of your neck. "Say it so I know you heard me."

"You."

"You what?" 

"You, mister Cameron!"

"Good girl. Now earn my forgiveness, sweetheart. Make me come..." He set himself into a recline for observation as you took him hard. His cock stretched you wide as your breasts were erratic and unbridled. He hated this. He gripped the fabric over your breast before tearing it apart, your nipples teased by his teeth. 

"You want to moan?" You nodded as he wrapped a hand over your mouth. 

"Scream as loud as you want while you can..." You clutched onto his hand and screamed his name and your pleas. 

Harder. Faster. I'm gonna come. 

Suddenly he stilled. 

"Don't move. You rub that little clit and I wanna feel you come over my cock...right now...show me you can listen and be a good girl..." You began rubbing that sensitive bud. 

"Faster." 

"Ah!!!" You moaned behind a clenched jaw as he toyed with your nipples. Pulling and stretching them. 

"You are such a little brat, but I will teach you your lesson..." 

"I'm..."

"I know, I can feel you fucking pulsing...let me have it..." Your body unleashed over him as he gripped harshly into your hips. 

"If I could have it my way, I'd have my fingers inside of you at every fucking meal, licking you off of me after you come…"

"Yes..."

"Next time you want to play a game with me...you won't come...do you understand?" You nodded. " But because you've been such a good girl...I'll let you."

"Thank you "

"Such nice manners." He kissed your lips as you finished shattering for him. 

"Now make me come...I want you dripping in my pool..." Your eyes rolled as your nails dug into the couch behind him. You rode him to his edge, an almost annoying stamina, before you called out desperately in his name. 

"Twice? Still don't think I can keep up?" He taunted. 

"Fuck!" 

"Dirty girl..." 

"Yours." You validated as he spilled himself into you, a final rocking of your hips doing him over as he lifted you off of him. 

"Don't even think about showering until later. I want you dripping with me all day." He winked as you moved from the office, stilling in place. 

"Didn't peg you for a sugar baby..." JJ's voice startled you. 

"I-" 

"You wouldn't want Sarah to find out now...would we?" He asked, nursing his bulge as your mouth watered at the sight. 

"What do you want?"

"What I've been missing..." You nodded as he led you to another empty room. Your body vibrated as you moved into your knees. 

"Cutting right to the-fuck..." He moaned. 

"Oh shit!" He didn't even have to guide you as you took him expertly. The little tricks you learned with Ward now bleeding over into JJ.

"Touch yourself....I wanna feel you moan while you're-yessss..." He shuddered as you obeyed. 

"You're making me love being on this side of the island, princess..."

"JJ?" You asked, looking up at him to find Ward in your peripheral vision. 

"Fuck me?"

The look on Ward's eyes was enough to warrant a grin across your lips. This was your way of making him pay for his empty promises. Leaving Rose. Being with you. And you wouldn't let him forget that as long as he was married, you were free to do whatever, and whoever you wanted. And you could definitely do much worse than JJ...

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@rafesmoon @maybankslover @puzziepoppin @gillybear17 @onclouds999

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MASTERLIST

WARD CAMERON MASTERLIST

[ur-girl0]

i wanna be argued over by rafe and ward

bc i want them both

[maybanksbabe]

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 -

[shellxrls]

will anyone read if i post a ward cameron smut fic

[nottsangel]

they might hate me for this one but ward when he gets mad...im sorry but the concept for best friends dad or even dads best friend with him...and the way he would brat tame...yeah

people can hate us all they want but they can’t change the fact that he’s sexy! oh my god. best friends dad. imagine staying over for dinner at their house and ward keeps secretly looking at you, smirking when he sees how nervous he makes you. his hand firmly squeezing your thigh under the table when no one pays attention. goodbye. i’m sorry rafe but i like your dad

[coryosbaby]

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.

[unangelic-thoughts]

okay so if anyone has any *tag team!rafe/ward fucking reader* smut, pls send my way <333

[rafecameronssl4t]

Happy house || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: just a cute fic of the Cameron family being one big happy family and infatuated with you and Rafe’s daughter 🥰

Warnings: breastfeeding (?) apart from that this is all fluff

Word count: 1388

A/n: this was so cute to write 🥹🥹 loved writing the fact that the Cameron family is tight-knit and love one another

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider be @yoonitos

“Got everything?” Rafe glanced back at you, his hands full with bags laden with mostly Mabel’s things. You hummed contentedly, one hand gently adjusting the bucket hat on Mabel’s head while her plushy little hands playfully reached for your face, her giggles filling the air.

“We’re not late are we?” You called out as the two of you boarded the Cameron’s luxurious yacht. “Hmm? Not really, they can wait,” Rafe grinned, glancing around as you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “They’re here! They’re here!” Wheezie’s voice echoed excitedly from above deck, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards you.

You shared an amused glance with Rafe as he shook his head affectionately. “Wheezie, slow down!” Sarah’s voice called out in a mixture of exasperation and amusement, just before Wheezie came bounding around the corner, closely followed by Sarah, Rose, and Ward.

“Hey!” You greeted them warmly, arms open for hugs all around. Wheezie and Ward gravitated towards you and Mabel, their faces lighting up at the sight of the youngest Cameron family member.

Wheezie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as she gently pinched Mabel’s cheek. “Hey, easy there,” Rafe interjected firmly, earning a glare from his younger sister, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay, Rafe, she’s being gentle,” you reassured him with an affectionate smile, his protective nature endearing as always. “Wanna take her, dad?” you offered to Ward, who nodded eagerly. “May I?” he asked softly, reaching out to cradle Mabel in his arms.

“Of course you can, she’s your granddaughter,” you chuckled, leaning in closer as Mabel reached out to Ward, her little arms outstretched in anticipation. You moved closer to Rafe’s side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice low with admiration as he whispered, “They all look so happy.”

Jesus, Sarah. Stop shoving your phone in her face,” Rafe groaned, his tone edged with mild annoyance as he watched Sarah snap yet another 0.5 photo of Mabel. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight, knowing that it was always Sarah’s candid photos of Mabel that Rafe eventually looked back on with a chuckle.

“Send them to me,” you mouthed to Sarah, who winked in response, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. “What are you giggling about, hmm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a smile, his irritation quickly fading. “Nothing, nothing,” you said, your smile widening. “Just excited to get to the island and have lunch together as a family again.”

Rafe’s smile softened, appreciating how much you valued these family moments. Before he could say more, Rose chimed in, glancing at her watch. “Okay, I think we should move this upstairs, don’t you think?” she suggested. Everyone agreed, and the group began making their way up to the spacious upper deck. The Bahamas sun was bright overhead, casting a warm glow over the yacht.

“You know, if you ever need a babysitter, I’m right here,” Wheezie offered, linking her arm through yours as you ascended the stairs. She batted her eyelashes playfully, making you giggle at her antics. Rafe, close behind, scoffed. “Yeah, as if I’m letting you look after my kid by yourself.”

Wheezie rolled her eyes dramatically. “And why not?” Rafe gave her an incredulous look. “Remember the time you almost burnt down the house because you wanted to heat up chicken nuggets in the microwave?” Wheezie huffs, “That’s not fair!” She protests, her cheeks flushing. “I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to put metal in the microwave!”

Your jaw dropped in mock horror as you imagined the scene. “Exactly,” Rafe said, patting Wheezie’s head with a teasing smile. “You’re not looking after Mabel by yourself. End of story.” He walked away, leaving Wheezie pouting with her arms folded. You squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Maybe you can help out when I’m around,” you suggested, trying to lift her spirits. Wheezie perked up a bit, her eyes brightening at the idea. “Deal!” she said, grinning.

~

“Guys! You have to tan with me, the UV rays are insane right now!” Sarah called out from one of the outdoor loungers, her phone in hand as she checked the weather app. “I’ll be right there!” you shouted back, finishing up changing Mabel’s clothes. You handed her to Rose and Ward, who eagerly took over entertaining their granddaughter with coos and smiles.

Rafe trailed behind you, intrigued by the idea of getting some sun. He settled next to you on the lounger, stretching out and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.“How are your boobs not saggy?” Sarah suddenly blurted out as she watches you tie up your hair, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Sarah!” Rafe hissed, shooting her a disapproving look.“Shit, sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask?” Sarah’s face flushed slightly, realizing the bluntness of her question. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding the situation amusing. Sarah joined in, her laughter a bit more nervous.

“I’m just asking. All my friends said that your boobs begin to sag because your baby is always sucking on them,” she explained, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “Which one of your friends has a fucking baby at your age?” Rafe interjected, his expression one of pure disbelief.

“None of them. They were just saying that,” Sarah shrugged nonchalantly. You giggled, reaching over to rub sunscreen on Rafe’s face where he’d missed a spot. “I think it’s different for everyone. I mean, I hope mine don’t sag,” you said, glancing down at your chest and giving them a light, playful touch.

“You have such nice tits, it’s really unfair, ” Sarah sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes against the sun. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly done with the conversation. “I’m putting my AirPods in,” he announced, inserting them with a huff as you and Sarah chuckled.

~

“Mabel, come here,” Rafe clapped his hands with a gentle yet encouraging tone. Mabel babbled happily, steadying herself before taking a few small, determined steps towards you and Rafe; you were nestled against his chest as you cheered her on.

“Keep coming, sweetie,” you cooed softly, your hands ready to catch her. Eventually, Mabel reached you and crashed into your waiting arms with a squeal. You kissed her chubby cheek affectionately, “Good job, baby girl!” You lifted her up in the air, as she squealed with joy.

Rafe took the moment to take a photo, capturing the pure happiness on both your faces. As Rafe looked through the many photos already taken, you couldn’t help but notice how Mabel lingered close to your chest.

“Are you hungry, bels?” You asked gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Glancing at your phone, you noticed it was about time for Mabel’s next feeding.

With Rafe still focused on his phone, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked through the photos of you and Mabel, you adjusted your bikini top and began to nurse Mabel.

Noticing the quietness, Rafe briefly looks down, his eyes widening slightly. “Jesus, kid,” he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching behind him to grab his shirt.

“What? Mabel was hungry,” you said innocently, as Mabel peers up to the both of you. Rafe didn’t mind you breastfeeding in public, if his baby girl was hungry, she was hungry. But he always made sure to help you cover up with a blanket when you puly down your top, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rafe’s gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching. “You should’ve let me know beforehand so I could’ve helped you cover up,” he murmured, adjusting the shirt and to peek at Mabel.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his concern and love. Mabel watched the two of you with wide, curious eyes as she nursed contentedly. "Next time I will," you assured him, reaching over to pat his thigh affectionately.

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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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[warnings] dark!grey!rancher!rafe x bimbo!cowgirl!reader, arranged marriage, rancher au, manipulation, size difference, future smut, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: This is an au I'm trying out where Kildare County is actually in Montana and all the pogues and kooks exist within a ranching community. Hope you enjoy!! I would really appreciate feedback, reblogs are most appreciated!

In which your dying father struck a deal with Ward Cameron, he promised the family land in exchange for your safety. But protection comes with a price, and that price is Rafe Cameron.

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After the funeral, you flopped down on the old leather couch in your living room, absently twirling a lock of your hair as you stared up at the cracked ceiling. Your black dress, meant for the sweltering summers, fell just below your knees. You’d paired it with a shawl you found tucked away in your mother’s dresser, a pretty, soft thing with little patterns you didn’t understand, but it smelled like her, so it felt right.

People at the funeral said you looked “so grown up” now, which filled you with a sense of pride. They said nothing about the dirt under your nails from wandering around the yard barefoot earlier that morning or the way your mascara smeared from crying too much. No one ever took you seriously anyway. 

The quiet of the house was deafening, pressing in at you at all sides. The lack of his presence weighed on you. He’d built every corner of this house, your mother painted every wall, and you were grateful for the life they’d built you. Three bedrooms, a wrap-around porch where you’d once dreamed of watching your children play in the yard as you rocked in your chair, and the old, red barn that had weathered time alongside them. You knew you couldn’t lose it, but you weren’t sure how to keep it either.

A loud knock at the front door made the house shake and snapped you from your daze. It was not the knock of a kind neigbor delivering a sympathy caserole, the knock was firm and authoritative. You half expected the sheriff to be behind the door but instead found yourself staring back at Ward Cameron. 

You pushed back the curls that had fallen into your face. He stood before you, tipping his finest black cattleman hat with deliberate grace, lifting it from his head and placing it over his chest in a quiet gesture of respect. His square jawline was sharp, his striking blue eyes unflinching, and though the gray streaks in his hair hinted at age, they only added to his rugged handomenss. 

“Miss,” he greeted you smoothly, his voice as sharp as the crease in his shirt. He looked out of place here, too clean, too polished for the worn edges of your family’s ranch.

Your anxiety peaked, “Uh, hi. Can I help you?” You gripped the handle of the door tighter than you expected. 

“I think you know why I’m here.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s time we talked about your father’s arrangements.”

Arrangements? You shifted nervously, trying to make sense of his words. You knew your dad had debts, but it wasn’t like he told you all the details. You knew that a significant amount of your father’s debt was to Ward. It humiliated your father to lease the Cameron’s grazing rights but he only did it to keep the ranch afloat. Money and paperwork were never your thing, and your dad always said not to worry about it. “I—I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. I’ll figure out how to pay you back, okay?”

Although Ward wasn’t the tallest man, most people towered over you, and as he leaned in the doorway, you knew he had your stature in mind. 

Still, his smile was empty, “Why don’t we discuss this in your father’s office, hmm?” 

“Um, no thanks,” you said quickly, shaking your head. But before you could shut the door, his hand pushed it open with way too much ease. You stumbled back, your cheeks heating with embarrassment as he walked in like he owned the place.

“Excuse me! You can’t just barge in here!” you squeaked, hurrying after him, his expensive boots, tapping against the creaking floor of your home. 

He made his way down the downstairs hallway, barging into the room that not even your father wanted you to step in. Immediately as you stepping inside, a coldness touched you. he heavy oak desk sat like a monument to your father’s stubbornness, papers scattered across its surface in disarray. Just looking at it made your brain feel fuzzy. Ward moved behind it as if it were his own, his hands brushing against the chair’s worn leather.

“I offered to come speak to you, before all of this drama, but your father insisted I wait until he was gone,” Ward gestured to rickety chair that sat in front of the desk, “Sit.”

You ignored him, crossing your arms in stubborness, “What are you talking about?”

“Do you know how much exactly your father owes me? How much you’d be taking on?”

His words, like they had certainly intended to, made you feel stupid. Your father made sure you were uninvolved in the ranch’s finances and he had just passed this week, you hadn’t thought about entering his office and disturbing his things. 

You blinked, your mouth opening and closing. “Well… um… I know he owed some money, but he didn’t really tell me how much.”

“It’s more than the farm is worth, Y/N.”

The weight of his words settled heavily between you, thickening the already suffocating air in the room. You clenched your jaw, refusing to show any sign of the panic tightening in your chest. The farm, your father’s legacy, your mother’s dreams, was supposed to be yours to save.

“That can’t be right,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly. “My father would’ve told me if it was that bad.”

“Would he? It’s nothing you should’ve worried your pretty head about,” Ward continued, his eyes sharp and assessing, “We parents try to protect our children. But he was too prideful. Pride doesn’t pay the bills and banks don’t wait forever.”

“The bank–”

“The bank would’ve taken the entire property if your father hadn’t already signed the land over to me.”

Your heart sunk into your stomach at Ward Cameron’s words. Your breath hitched as you stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. You shook your head in disbelief, “He wouldn’t do that.”

The land was the only piece of your father that you had left. A hundred acres that your family and only a few ranch hands tended to.There were dwindling amounts of livestock, mounting debts, but it was your home. Humble in comparison to the Cameron’s thousands of acres but it belonged to your family. Even if you were the only one left. 

“This all would’ve been easier for you if your father had explained all of this to you before. I think he was scared of you hating him.”

“I don’t understand.”

Ward’s expression didn’t falter. If anything, he looked almost bored with your responses, “We came to an agreement a year after his initial diagnosis. Instead of losing it to the bank, he would sign it over to me.”

“I promised to take care of you.” Ward’s words were slow, deliberate, as if he were explaining something to a child. “You’re unmarried, no prospects, and this place is a sinking ship. Someone was bound to take advantage of you eventually. You don’t have the resources to rebuild.”

“T-take care of me?” you stammered, your face scrunching in confusion.

“You’ll come live with my family for the time being. And eventually you will marry my son, Rafe.”

Your eyes went wild, “Are you crazy?”

Ward’s expression didn’t change. If anything, he looked even more smug. “This arrangement keeps the land in the family, ensures your safety, and gives you a future. You’re not equipped to handle this ranch on your own, Y/N. Your father knew that. I’m offering you a way out.”

You gaped at him, your thoughts spinning too fast to make sense of anything. “I… I want to talk to a lawyer or—or see his will or something!”

“You’re out of options. It’s either this arrangement or being out on the streets. I’m tossing you a lifeline.” 

 “I didn’t agree to this,” you said, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

“No,” Ward admitted, standing and adjusting his cuffs. “But your father did. And a Cameron always honors their agreements.”

You wanted to scream, to tell him to leave and take his deal with him, but the weight of your father’s decisions pressed down on you. The debts, the ranch, your future—it was all tangled up in a web you couldn’t escape.

“I’ll give you until tomorrow to pack your things,” Ward said, placing his hat back on his head. “Rafe will come by to collect you.”

He turned and walked to the door without another word, leaving you standing alone in the office. The walls seemed to close in around you, and although you’d be crying for a week, you cried again. 

You thought that if you weren’t at the house when Ward’s oldest son came to collect you, they might just give up and leave you be. Maybe you’d slip through the cracks of their plans, vanish into the quiet of the countryside. You could disappear for a little while and return in a few days. It would be rough surviving outside but you could make it on your own. You’d packed a small bag of essentials and took Juliet, the chestnut-colored mare that had belonged to you since your fourteenth birthday.

“Okay, Jules, we’re gonna go on a little adventure,” you whispered as you fumbled with her saddle. 

Her large, liquid-brown eyes blinked at you with trust as you led her down the south path, the one behind your family’s ranch, overgrown from years of neglect. You left before the sun had a chance to rise. You didn’t want Ward Cameron or his scary son to find you, after all.

You tried to dress for comfort. Your long jeans would keep you warm, and you layered a jean jacket over a soft white cotton shirt. Perched atop your head was your trusty white cowboy hat, its wide brim offering protection from the sun, taming your unruly curls, while keeping your face shielded.

Juliet made a snorting sound, and you patted her neck. “Don’t worry, girl, we’ve totally got this. Like, what’s the worst that could happen?” You glanced back at the ranch, its dark outline fading behind the trees. 

You mounted Juliet after deciding the direction you were going to travel in. You wanted to be much farther away by the time the sun came up. The air was cool and crisp, a reminder of the coming morning. You looked behind you although you were sure no one was following you yet. 

The path twisted and turned. “Okay, so if we head toward the old fishing shack by the river, we can stay there for, like, a day. Nobody’s used it in forever.” You spoke out loud, pretending that Juliet could respond. “I think it’s... that way.”

You continued down the path in the direction you remembered the fishing shack to be located. The sun rose slowly, bringing light to the dark path. The shack was tucked away on the outskirts of the ranch, sitting in the bend of the river, most of it shielded by tall grass. The water flowed gently, the sound caressing your ears, it’s hues reflecting the red in the sky. 

A clearing sat nearby covered in wildflowers, the bright colors splashed against the muted landscape. You hadn’t ventured this far out since the previous spring and were surprised to see how the flowers had held their vibrancy, defying the chill of the cooler months. 

You hopped down from your saddle, taking Juliet’s rein before you tied her to a nearby tree, allowing her room to graze. The shack was small and weathered, and you rested on a rickety cot that you had to clear of cobwebs. It felt safe. At least for now. 

If only staying still was your strong suit. A few hours later, boredom quickly got the best of you. You could only talk to Juliet for so long and you’d failed several times to nap inside the dirty shack. The silence pressed in on you. You decided to wander out into the wild flower fields, tugging your cowboy hat low over your curls. The vibrant colors were calling to you. 

An hour later, you held a thick bundle flowers in your arm and a crown of daisies wrapped around your hat. Before you knew it, the shack was almost out of your sight and you faced a long trek back to Juliet. 

You didn’t hear him at first.

“Hell of a hiding spot.”

The deep drawl froze you in place. Slowly, you turned, heart pounding, your eyes landing on Rafe Cameron sitting tall on his horse a few yards away. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, though the tight line of his jaw hinted at something darker.

Rafe’s quarter horse was even more intimidating. It’s coat was midnight black, sleek and imposing. There was a wild, untamed quality to him, a fire in his eyes that mirrored Rafe’s own.

“I… I was just…” You stepped back without thinking, the urge to drop your bouquet and bolt creeping up. You’d seen Ward’s son from across a room before, but no one had ever bothered to introduce you. Still, you knew enough from the whispers and rumors. He was wild, always getting into trouble with the Kildare County police, and everyone said he was gonna take over his dad’s power and influence one day. 

He was older than you remembered, more rugged, and definitely more muscular. His black button-up shirt clung to broad shoulder and his sleeves rolled up to reveal sculpted arms. A baseball cap sat atop his head, the bill slightly bent, with the Cameron Ranch sigil stitched on the front—an emblem of a stallion rearing. His light brown hair peeked from beneath it, slightly tousled. 

“You’ve been wandering around all morning. Half the town’s already seen you,” Rafe leaned forward slightly, eyeing you curiously, “If you were gonna run, thought you’d go a little bit farther.” You gained the courage to finish your sentence, “I wasn’t running …or hiding. And you can’t tell Mr. Cameron that.”

“Why do you think he sent me?” He smiled devishly, “I’m the one you gotta worry about, darlin’.” 

Your lips parted in shock and Rafe watched you take another step back. His jaw clicked before he swiftly hopped down from his horse. His heavy boots hit the dirt with a thud that seemed to echo, and you couldn’t help but notice the sheer size of him. Though he wasn’t much older than you, it was clear he towered over you, his presence demanding attention in a way that made your knees feel weak.

“I’m not coming with you,” You stated with all the strength you could muster, “It’s not right. You can’t make me.”

He stared back at you. Where Ward was bored by conversation with you, something about your Ward’s made Rafe’s eyes fiery, “And I guess you’ll make your living by what … selling flower crowns?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You hadn’t considered that an option. In fact, you hadn’t dwelled long enough on what you would do once Ward gave up on this arranged marriage nor did you have any idea of how to make the ranch profitable again. The idea seemed wrong. Flowers weren’t the key, were they? 

“I’m kidding,” Rafe spoke again after a moment of watching you reflect, “That’s a bad fucking idea. You know…I think your father might’ve been right about one thing in his life. You do need someone to look after you.” 

“You don’t know me,” You looked away, your face heating up with embarrassment, “And I don’t want to go with you.” 

A yelp escaped your lips as he started to close the distance between you, his long strides closing the gap in a matter of seconds. His smirk widened at your reaction, and quickly, you dropped your bouquet and made a run for the fishing shack. Rough hands easily snatched you up by your waist, lifting your feet off the ground, and making your head spin, “You’re real cute, darlin’,” Rafe drawled, hardly breakin a sweat as he dragged you back towards his horse. His grip on your waist was firm, unrelenting, and no matter how much you kicked or squirmed, it didn’t matter. He only hoisted you higher. 

Heavy boots crunched against the dirt. You could hear your breathing and the sharp pounding of your heart in your ears. You lost your hat and subsequently your flower crown in the struggle. Scared that you might spook Rafe’s horse, you found yourself succumbing to his force, letting him lift you onto the saddle. 

“Please, let me down,” You whispered, tears beginning to fall. Rafe was next, hoisting himself onto the black stallion, squeezing himself behind you. You were pressed against him so much that you could feel the flexing of the muscles of his stomach. An arm wrapped tightly around your waist. 

Rafe shushed you, and surprisingly, you felt him settle your hat back on your head. You hadn’t even seen him pick it up. You were never supposed to ride without a hat, that’s what your father had taught you. You barely had time to process it before he urged the horse forward, the powerful animal's hooves pounding the earth beneath you as Rafe held you tightly, “M-My horse, Juliet!” You remembered, panicked, “I won’t go without her, Rafe!”

“I didn’t forget your horse,” He spoke calmer than you expected, though his tone still had an edge to it, “She’ll follow. Unlike you, she seems to have a decent amount of common sense.” 

He kicked the horse into a gallop, the powerful animal responding instantly, the sound of its hooves hitting the ground like thunder in the otherwise still air. The wind whipped through your hair, stinging your face. You gripped the saddle tightly, to anchor yourself, despite knowing that Rafe’s grip was strong enough to keep you from flying. 

This wasn’t the escape you wanted. Not even close. 

Sure, he’d heard the rumors that you were a little …daft. And maybe that was true in some ways, but you were more than he had anticipated. He followed you, watched as you handled the horse with ease, and found himself intrigued. Your confusion, innocence, even your stubbornness drew him in like a moth to a flame. 

The last thing Rafe wanted was a wife. He resisted the way his father felt like he could stll make decisions for him. Rafe was losing with this arrangement. Your father’s hundred acres was nothing in comparison to what he family already had and would acquire. But perhaps his father had seen exactly what Rafe was seeing now. You were raw, so unpolished, and that meant you could be shaped. 

Once you were under the Cameron’s roof, Rafe had the power to do whatever he wanted. 

Proving himself to Ward was a constant battle, every choice scrutinized, every misstep noted. To run the ranch one day, Rafe needed to show he could manage it all, the land, business, and now a wife. Building a home and keeping you in line was just another test.

That morning, Rafe had never expected to chase after you on horseback. He had arrived in his truck, scouring the house for any sign of you, only to realize you were already gone. In frustration, he called John B., one of the Cameron ranch hands, and sent him to bring Trigger, his horse, to the Y/L/N ranch.

When you both returned, John B. was already there, waiting. Thunder cracked above, a sunny morning turning into a dreary afternoon. Rafe barked orders to ensure Juliet and Trigger were both stabled at the Cameron’s ranch.

He lifted you down from the saddle, his grip firm on your wrists before you could bolt. It only took a second for him to realize the urgency in your voice as you spoke, trying to talk to John B., who was already taking Juliet and Trigger’s reins. “She gets nervous when she’s in new places. She doesn’t like to be rushed,” Rafe overheard, catching the panic in your tone.

“Yes, ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow with her,” John B. assured her although Rafe only glared at the worker, jaw tight. 

“Come on,” Rafe pulled your arm, “We’re leaving.”

Your small hands grabbed where he’d wrapped his hands around your arm. You dug your boots into the gravel in front of the house, “Wait, I don’t have everything. I-I need to grab some things,” Rafe’s gripped only tightened as his irritation grew. 

“You should’ve thought about that before you made me chase after you,” He took one more look at your teary-face before he snapped. Taking you home should’ve taken thirty minutes, not four hours. Without warning, he scooped you up over his shoulder, ignoring the surprised gasp you let out. 

Your legs kicked in the air, “Hey! Please put me down!” Rafe didn’t spare your house on John B. a second glance as he trudged over to his dark, blue truck. Please, that made Rafe brow furrow. Rafe took the opportunity to cop a feel, of course, he had to know exactly what he was working with. You were his future wife, after all, “Rafe! I don’t like being upside down!” 

“Scream all the way there for all I fucking care,” He muttered under his breath, his voice cold as he finally reached the truck and tossed you into the passenger seat.

Rafe sped off moments after he pressed start engine on the vehicle. You went quiet and he hoped to be alone with his thoughts, soothed by the soft pitter patter of rain on his windshield. Fifteen minutes down the road, he heard your breath hitch. He looked over to see you were staring straight head, eyes wide and wet with tears. Smudged mascara beneath your eyes. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and you clutched your hands tightly in your lap. Your lips were shaking, moving as if you were whispering something to yourself. 

Your legs began to jitter, restless, and Rafe looked away. He managed to tune out your obvious panic for nearly an entire minute. He had a rare feeling. One he didn’t fully understanding. The angel on his shoulder was telling him to reach out, to try and comfort you. He thought about what Wheezie might think if this was the disheveled state he brought his future wife to meet her in. He let out a quiet sigh, knowing it was only going to get worse as the reality of your situation set in.

“Hey,” He spoke without that sharp edge, channeling a voice he might use with his youngest sister, “I didn’t mean you’d never get your things. We can come back, when you’re more settled …And I’ll send someone to get all your keepsakes. Okay?” 

“Okay, okay, okay,” You repeated though your voice sounded empty, “Okay.”

He thought those would be the magic words but you hadn’t even turned to look at him. You were doing the same thing, shaking like a leaf, barely taking in enough breath, “Fuck,” Rafe cursed. He pulled over to the side of the road with a sharp jerk, the gravel crunching under the tires as the truck slowed to a stop. Without thinking, he shifted into park and turned to you.

Rafe needed to be more deliberate in his actions. He had eyes on him, his entire immediate family, and he wouldn’t have them thinking he couldn’t handle you. 

He tried to calm you, squeezed your hand, told you to breathe over and over again. Nothing. You were spiraling, letting your thoughts consume you. Rafe had been too rough. It was all too much too fast for you. He wanted to mold you, not break you. 

He leaned in, taking your face in his hands, and pressing his lips to yours. You went frantic but he only deepened the kiss. He held your hand and slowly felt your tension lesson. He entwined his fingers in yours and slowly felt you move your own lips against his. You tasted like cherries, dark red, and perfectly ripe. His hands moved to the back of your neck, his fingers pressing lightly, urging you to focus, to let go of the panic.

He pulled away only when you stopped your heaving. 

“You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re okay now. Breathe with me.”

He waited for you to come back to him, cradling you there. You had no one left, Rafe realized in that moment, the truth settling heavily in his chest. And maybe that was why he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel. 

No, taking care of you wasn’t just an obligation, it was an important responsibility. One he’d shoulder completely. Whether you liked it or not, Rafe would make sure of it.

Rafe Cameron tasted like whiskey, with a faint hint of mint that lingered now even as you stood in the foyer of your new home, Tannyhill Ranch. The white house was sprawling and pristine, situated amidst of sea of green fields. Windows sparkled even in the storm that was coming down, and although the roof’s shingles were weathered, it was hard to believe the property had been there for more than a century. 

Workers, chefs and maids, bustled by but no one spared you or Rafe a glance despite the dry tears on your face and disheveled appearance. 

The interior was grand, the hardwoods polished until they shined, and the ceilings were higher than the ones at church. Everything screamed old money. You felt a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the grand entrance hall and then up one side of a grand staircase. Portraits line the walls, serious faces, Camerons and previous owners of the estate. 

Their eyes watched you, “Rafe, where are we going?” You asked him quietly. 

“To your room,” He spoke low and firm. There hadn’t been any rough grabbing of your limbs or unwanted rides on Rafe’s shoulder since your kiss in the car. You hadn’t fully let you guard down but you preferred when Rafe was calm, and so you remained calm too, “You can settle in.”

Rafe led you down the upstairs hallway, stopping at one of at least six bedroom doors, and pushing it open. The room was breathtaking, a four-poster bed draaped in white linens, oak furniture, blue-white toile patterns, and large windows that overlooked the property. It was beautiful, yes, but none of this belonged to you. 

Your fingers absentmidnely traced the fabric of the bed’s comforter before you got a grip, turning around to say something in protest, “Don’t look at me like that,” Rafe interrupted, hands tucking into the front of jeans as if to give off a non-chalant appearance. The position emphasized the silvery belt buckle that sat on the middle of his waist. 

“I don’t want to live here,” You spoke softly, your voice still weak from all the crying. 

“I know,” Rafe continued, sounding exactly like his father, “Your father did though. You still love your Daddy, don’t you?” 

Rafe’s words made you think. Really think. Of course you loved your father. He was a smart man and he always did right by you and your Mother. However, deep down, this all still felt wrong. You stood there, caught between the beauty of the room and the unease of what you felt.

You nodded, “But–”

“But this is what he wanted, darlin’,” Rafe spoke in a way that carried a sense of finality. Rafe stepped closer and suddenly his body was a brick wall keeping you from leaving the room. His lips pulled into a smirk and he leaned down to speak in your ear, his breath fanning over your cheeks. Whiskey and mint, “You always did what your Daddy said, right?” 

“Yes,” You answered too honestly for your own good. 

“Now you’ll do what I say. That’s how it works. A young lady belongs to her father, and one day, after she grows up, she belongs to her husband,” He straightened up and you blinked your big eyes up at him. Slowly, your eyes traveled down to his lips, “You’ll thank me, one day.” 

Gently, he tucked a finger beneath your chin, lifting it even higher. You held your head exactly in the place he placed it, making something flicker in Rafe’s eyes. A heat bloomed in your core. You could only think about that kiss, your first one, despite the fact that he was one of the men completely ruining your life. 

“You ever seen someone break a wild horse?” 

His question caught you off guard, and your brows furrowed slightly as you searched his face for meaning. The smirk on his lips deepened, and his hand dropped from your chin.

“Takes patience. Takes strength. Takes knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back. But eventually, the horse figures out who’s in charge.” His blue eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place, ”Out on the ranch, when we get a wild one. It’s my favorite thing to do. Watch em’ go from fighting you to starting to trust you. Really, there’s no point in fighting. The one’s who don’t submit, we don’t keep em’ around. They’re dangerous.”

“Oh,” You managed to say, shifting uncomfortably, “That sounds … hard.” 

Rafe chuckled in response, “Hard? Yeah, especially if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Rafe’s smirk returned, sharper now, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“You want me to kiss you again. I can tell.”

His words sent you stammering immediately, “No!” 

“Tell you what,” Rafe interrupted smoothly, ignoring your denial as if it hadn’t even registered. “If you settle in, get all dolled up for dinner…” His voice dripped with false generosity. “I’ll give you another one.”

You stared, dumbfounded and frozen until the young rancher casually turned and walked out of the room. Your fists clenched at your sides as a storm of emotions swirled inside you, anger and fear. One emotion simmered quietly beneath the surface, unwelcome and disorienting. Anticipation.

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Rafe Drabble

Smut! 18+ Not proofread.

Warnings!creampie, bullying, praise

Your friends never believed you when you said you were with Rafe. They always thought you were kidding. ‘Why would he want you?’ ‘He obviously wants me!’ They would tease you and say these nasty things.

After going to his house, you were in tears already. You told him all the nasty things they would say to you. How mean they were to you. Rafe reassured you, he wants you not them.

Next morning, video pops up on their phones. Rafe is fucking you from behind and your back is turned towards him. You’re moaning so loud, your needy cunt is so wet for his fat cock.

‘Good fucking girl. Take my dick like that. Oh yes!’ He said in the background and you would back your ass up to his hips taking him deep. At the end he would fill your cunt up with his cum, creaming your little hole. ‘Good girl, did such a good job.’ He said at the end of the video, slipping out and seeing his creamy dick.

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knuckle velvet // killer!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary ; ready or not (the movie) au. after a peaceful relationship and marriage with rafe cameron, you began to be the prey of your husband and his whole family in a twisted revisited hide and seek.

warnings : violence. blood. survival horror trope. smut. p in v. betrayal. manipulation.controlling behavior. sick/strange and freaky attitude. finale girl trope. horror au. blood kissing. mentions of guns. form of revenge. daddy issues. cameron family being crazy. a little twist. death of characters. knuckle velvet by ethel cain and somebody that i used to know by gotye lyrics coded. escaping. mentions of smoking. belly bulge. twisted ending. some spoilers for ready or not (movie). minors DNI. not really dark content but be careful with the warnings <3

author's note ; it's one-shot around 3k. i highly recommand ready or not. it's one of my fav movies and trope. tysm @rafecameroninterlude for helping me with the idea !

everyone in town said that rafe cameron was a dangerous and strange man. it was something that not only god knew, but you knew as well. you knew about his reputation but above all you knew who he was and what he had done.

he could have killed you thousands of times as he had done so to his victims, but you had always known how to keep the secret.

but now that he had proposed to you, three years later after the accident, things had changed.

you were the perfect girlfriend he wanted and he was the perfect boyfriend you dreamed of. your wedding was shaping up so well. you could already see yourself dressed in the most beautiful white dress in the church hallway while he waited for you in front of the altar.

everything with rafe cameron was what you reached for.

even the sex part, making out with rafe cameron was always fierce and rough, like the way his cock thrust deeply into you repeatedly, the curvy tip hitting your spot back and forth. you can feel his hand which was wrapped tightly around your neck, gripping you possessively like a leash, his fingers kept running into your bruised skin. “ don't fucking give up on me now.” he growled angrily against your ear, and pulled out his wet tongue to put a lick on your lobe, with and a savage bite.

“ don't try to run away pumpkin, or i'll make sure both of your legs know they’re mine by only making them fit with my cock buried inside you. understand ? nod pretty heart, give me the pleasure of knowing that you obey me.”

you nodded, letting out a moan as you felt his large and veiny girth fitting and bullying your spongy walls. his firm hips slamming into yours, as he gripped the side of your cheeks with a heavy hold, the strong slapping of skin to skin echoing louder in the room. he slipped two fingers inside your mouth, brushing them quickly against your dripping tongue, leaving your muscle with a trickle of drool falling from your open jaw. "good fucking dog, seems like i raised a perfect slut."

his words were so degrading but he turned you on so much. your whole body was covered with pretty and thrilling shivers, and his back and forth into you were so violent that tears quickly stained your cheeks. you cried like a baby while he fucked you like a big girl. you were as pathetic as the mess raining over your sloppy pussy that rafe abused massively by burying himself deep in it, while touching all your spots to hear your desperate and muffled cries that he was - of course the only one to give you.

you could feel his length reaching for your tummy, seeing the hugeness of his full shaft moving into your stomach as you gurgled passionately . he spat into your open mouth, whichwas stuffed with his fingers, forcing you to swallow his saliva. his palm was pressed against your flesh to feel the bulge of his cock destroying you with a smirk, while the huge clapping of your bodies sticking to each other, made your plushy cunt squeeze around him. his thrusts were harder and faster, and made you whine even more as the outline of his dick drew his strokes inside your belly.

the bed creaked beneath you. you were dizzy to the feeling of him plungingin your insides, your pussy soaking every inch of his cock that was tightened in your canal. your eyes rolled back, and he had his face pressed against your cheek.

there were those incessant noises in the light of your room. your two bodies slamming against each other, his sweat against your skin. rafe grabbed your neck more savagely, leaving it covered in bruises, which he licked with passion, while his dick continued to fuck you so hard that you no longer had the ability to think.

you were completely submissive. your cunt was in tatters, dripping on the mattress and around him. he pushed his fingers even further into your mouth to the point where you were gagging around them, a huge burst of drool exploding around your lips.

he mocked with a soft and harsh tone. "you can take this cock but you can't even suck my fingers properly? what a fucking baby."

your tears had redoubled on your face, and you had continued to suck again, going so far as to shove his fingers down your throat. the saliva was such that it foamed at the edge of your lips, and your mouth opened wide to work cleanly.

“ r-r....af..rafe” your words were muffled, as he fucked your dirty pussy filling it to the stomach. “s-to…” you had squirted so hard that you felt tingles all over your body like a slight paralysis.

you hadn’t waited long before reaching orgasm. in total, you had four. and rafe was still inside you, pounding into you like you hadn't had sex in a month.

his thumb rubbed your clit as he continued to thrust hard until you felt his cock each time your walls tightened around him, just so he could repeat to yourself how you were so fucking tight for him. you could feel his stomach twitching against your back, as you shifted positions. he had placed your hands above your spine, keeping them linked to sink more easily into you, and control every part of your body.

he released his sperm inside you, the hot rush of his load instantly warming your insides. and you cried out with one last breath, your body falling back onto the mattress.

after that, you showered. you were wearing clothes now, and you looked out the window. rafe had approached you, his hair still wet from the shower, and dripping onto the floor, a towel loosely draped around his sculpted hips.

he grabbed your hand to kiss it, his lips wrapping around your beautiful ring that must have been worth a fortune.

“i feel like your family doesn’t love me.” you confessed softly.

"believe me, it's a good thing." he replied.

"rafe, this isn't funny. i want them to like me, i want to be a part of your family.”

“ listen baby, my father always hated me even when i gave the best of myself to please him, did that kill me? no."

“it didn’t kill you because we don’t die from daddy issues. we are impacted. You want to please your father, and so do i.”

“you just need to be perfect for me, and you are. that’s all that matters.”

“i don’t have the same opinion.” you replied.

rafe had lit a cigarette, and looked up at you, you loved the blue of his pupils. he was so beautiful and unreal. it was just the only deep thing you could read in him.

"obviously you're not of the same opinion. but you don't need to be. either way, we're going to get married in any case."

"i never thought i would be rafe cameron's wife, i never even thought the kook prince rafe cameron would have a wife one day."

“i know you don’t believe in fairytales baby, so open your eyes because you exist.”

It’s been a week since that conversation, and especially since you and Rafe were married. today, rafe was driving you to the family mansion and you were completely nervous at the idea of meeting, finally, spending time with his family for a weekend.

“I’m here, okay?” he placed a hand on your leg.

it was strange this feeling you had in rafe's presence. you were sure he loved you, well, he acted like the perfect boyfriend but there was something so strange deep down. was rafe cameron really capable of loving someone?

you knew him to have a bad reputation. plus, you hadn’t always been the nice girl everyone knew.

to be honest, in high school, you were sometimes mean to boys, especially his type. when you were little, you grew up as a spoiled princess with the world at her feet. you knew something about rafe cameron that made it easy for you to keep him on a leash. but now, it was as if the situation was getting out of hand, or rather, the tables were turning.

you had arrived in the evening just in time for dinner. you greeted ward, his charming young wife and his two daughters, sarah and wheezie. they looked so different from rafe. you sat next to your husband hoping to make a good impression throughout the meal.

"how much did rafe pay you to go out with him?" sarah asked, making an obvious dig at her brother.

"sarah, it's only whores like you who pay to have someone. besides, how much did you spend for topper to agree to go out with you? so easy to spend daddy's money. " had replied rafe.

“oh sure, you can’t spend daddy’s money anymore.”

"enough!" Ward had cut in, banging on the table, making everyone jump. "We have a guest, be kind to each other. We are family."

you had felt rafe tense at the mention of the word family, so as he had done in the car to reassure you, you had stroked his thigh to calm him down.you massaged his thigh and the inside of his leg, gently reaching the bulge in his pants. with your fingers, you caressed the fly, playing with the closure. you were in a playful mood. but it was completely indecent since your in-laws were nearby. but as long as it calmed rafe down, that was all that mattered.

you had talked to everyone. you had a lot of sympathy for wheezie who was just a kid in the middle of it all.

“what if we played a game? in this family, we are very playful.” ward said.

suddenly the atmosphere became more joyful and festive. you had never seen so much excitement in the eyes of these people. even wheezie had a giant smile on his face.

“oh great, i love games ! ” you replied.

rafe hadn't said a word, as if he preferred to remain silent. you should have found it strange but you didn’t say anything. you always wanted to make a good impression with your in-laws.

“what if it was you who chose tonight’s game?” rafe had suggested. “you are our guest after all.”

“okay!” you responded enthusiastically.

sarah clapped her hands. rose looked at you strangely. ward smiled at you like you were his real daughter and wheezie...wheezie was always in a good mood. everything was perfectly fine.

rafe had brought you a box full of cards, and you rummaged through it, smiling.

when you opened your eyes, wheezie had read. “hide and seek! my favorite game!”

“I also loved hide and seek when I was little.”

“the rules are a little different…” the father began. "i mean, our rules. we like to play our way, it's more lucrative.”

“ you will be the only one to hide. and we will all try to find you.” the littlest girl explained.

“okay.” you replied.

“you don’t ask what will happen to you if we find you?” sarah asked, looking at you strangely but still with a pretty smile on her lips directed toward only you.

“for that, you have to find me first.” you replied.

“ seems like you're a really fun girl. ” sarah replied, winking at you.

“so find me.”

you started the game, venturing into the gigantic corridors of the mansion.

it was quite funny running around a house that looked like a castle in your stunning beautiful wedding dress. rafe had asked you to wear it, and you had listened to him, now here you were wandering upstairs with your petticoats flying above your quick steps.

you found a hiding place under the bed.

you waited several minutes before hearing someone walking down the hallway. you could hear each footstep hitting the ground. after a second of silence, the door slid open with a creak to let an anonymous person enter.

except that you had heard another loudly noise, that of a weapon being reloaded, and you placed a hand on your cheek. your heartbeat accelerated.

“i know you’re there. i know it because i can feel how scared you are.”

you recognized wheezie’s voice. and you wondered how such an innocent thing could hold a gun in her hands.

you had crawled to the other side to get out of the bed, facing away from her completely.

except she was quicker and drew the gun in front of you, her weapon aimed at you. “not a move, or i shoot you.”

"wheezie, it's me! don't shoot. what does that mean?"

“that you just lost.”

“wheezie don’t do that.”

“how are you going to stop me when you’re trapped?”

you had seen rafe slip discreetly into the room before shooting his sister in the back, without any qualms. you let out a cry of amazement. his cold face and feelings made you step back from him.

“ are you sick?? how can you do that? it’s your sister, rafe.”

“it was her or you. oh sorry, maybe you wanted to die? i can arrange that if you want.”

“no, i mean...why?”

“ok, maybe i lied to you.”

"so that was it...rafe cameron can't be perfect. no, rafe cameron is lying. you cannot lie to me. we're married, i'm your wife ! does that fucking mean nothing to you ? "

"this is not an ordinary hide and seek. the goal is for us to find you and kill you."

“you explain to me, what the hell is this? i absolutely don’t want to die. and there is no way you will let me with that faith.”

"eh...i'm here, i'm here for you, okay? do you trust me, baby?" he cupped both of your cheeks and placed his forehead against yours. "i swore loyalty to you, remember? i'm going to take care of you. now if you don't mind, we don't have much time before my family arrives. so follow me."

he took your hand and you followed him. you had started to go down the stairs when you came across ward and rose. when they saw your anguished look, your paralyzed eyes and the blood on rafe, they understood quickly the situation.

"rafe. " ward had warned. “let go of her.”

rafe had shown you another way and you had gone that way. but you weren't reassured because even though he was with his parents and let you gain time, sarah was somewhere nearby.

you went to the garden. and that was a fucking maze too. you were tired and sick of these giant hallways, and especially, running toward you had no idea where. you just wanted to escape the mansion and that whole crazy cameron family. it was not supposed to end up like this.

"don't try to run away, sweetheart . the game isn't over. "

you jumped when you heard sarah's voice behind your back. she had a loaded gun in her hands, ready to shoot your skull.

“scream and i'll make sure you have no more voice for the rest of your life, darling."

“sarah, i beg you, don't do this. you don't have to kill me.”

“ unfortunately for you i'm not rafe. those crybaby tears don't work on me. move one more time, and i will long for your corpse.”

you stopped moving, and sarah came closer.

except that the scene had happened atrociously quickly. you heard a gunshot, and her body fell onto the cool grass, with a stream of blood that covered your white dress in a red.

you thought this was the end of the game but a gun was now planted to your head.

you recognized this breathing, this warm, metallic smell of blood that was on yours too. it was rafe.

“rafe, what are you doing? it's me, your wife. ”

he pushed the barrel of his gun against your cheek, his finger pressed on the trigger, playing softly with the button to make you shiver even more. and his face was stuck on the other side of your cheek.

the beads of blood on him was now on your skin, dripping in drops against your mouth, sliding in the flesh of your opened lips, his sweaty nose sinking near your jaw.

"you don't want to tell me how innocent you are, and that you don't deserve all this? this is your final hour."

“does it please you to see me scared to death?”

"yeah, do you want me to tell you how much ?"

"rafe, i'm serious! don't kill me. i'm not your enemy.”

"i killed absolutely everyone. my father, his whore, my sisters. and it will happen again. "

“ so you wanted a wife, and now you want to kill me ? you’re crazy, rafe. ”

"because i wanted you to be, pumkin. it's not destiny, i planned everything. when you found out that i fucking killing people. you remember last summer and even those before? i had to have control over you, especially after all the blackmail you put me through, i wanted to play with you even more and you fell into the trap. and you were an easy prey because with your bad past, your family moved out, your friends all left you. was so fucking easy to have you because you needed someone so badly. you were so blind and desperate to have someone on your side that you believed that i could love, but above all, you thought and wanted to believe that it was possible that i loved you. i thought you were smarter than that, but that doesn't matter, because now you will die and it doesn't matter anymore.”

you had too many tears to count them, and even to see them flow. your throat was so tight you could barely breathe, feeling a deep knot stuffed on the inside.

you hated how everything was so clear now, rafe cameron’s sudden interest in you, the strange feeling inside you, this marriage proposal, the marriage. he had been so good, so perfect that you had never once been doubted by his acting.

rafe cameron lied as well as he killed. or you were too naive. as he wanted you to be too...

you swallowed the information with difficulty to accept the hard truth. your stomach was in knots, a furious urge to vomit but instead, your lower lip was trembling, your body was running through shivers because you still had that gun threatening you, the metal rubbed through your wild tears.

you weren’t even sure if rafe was the one responsible for this nightmare. you had your part of responsibility. you played with the fire, and you no longer knew how to put it out. you lost control.

“do you know how much i hate you?”

" oh no, that's not true. your heart is beating pumpkin, and it's not because you hate me, and even less because you're afraid. but because you love me. and it's going to kill you. “

“you’re wrong.”

you turned around to grab his gun. you managed to catch him by surprise. and he smiled. you faced his face full of blood, bleeding from his nose to his jaw. he wiped away a few trickles with the back of his sleeve.

“i’m the one who’s going to kill you.”

“don’t make me think you’re going to pull the trigger. or at least, look me in the eyes. don't you want to see me fall after all that fight ?”

“do you want to bet, rafe cameron? because in this case, we are going to bet on your life.”

“sweetheart.”

“oh no, don’t try to stop me.”

“i was going to tell you to aim carefully, because if you miss, you will be the only corpse of the two of us.”

“fuck you!”

“i would love to babe but you have a fucking gun pointed at my head. i have to be careful.”

"know that i loved you,rafe cameron. i tell you this because i want you to know that someone loved you, that you could have me with you for the rest of your life but you ruined everything.”

“what do you mean ?”

"that you could have had a better life, but rafe, let me tell you that you always liked being a loser. you don't want to change, and i won't try to fix you. not after all that bullshit. "

and you shot. one time. two time. the last in the heart.

you watched as blood spurted from his chest, as his body fell to the ground.

you sat astride him, his frame between your legs, your hands covered in blood around his face.

“ you're just a child and you know it. nothing in my heart is hoping you'll come back. ”

you grabbed him by the jaw and leaned down. his eyes weren't yet closed when you placed your lips on his to steal his last breath of life.

his lips were cold and covered in blood, kissing yours limply.

you sat next to him, placing your hand next to his, and he held it. but it was rafe cameron, you couldn't tell if it was love or hate.

your marriage was ruined, and everyone around you was dead. but at least you had survived. with as much blood on his hands as the camerons. but you were alive.

and that was the only thing that mattered....for now.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

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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