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𝑜𝒽𝒽𝒽, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃 💭

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would really appreciate if y'all reblogged 'nd commented on my works more often, it really helps me improve my writing & helps with my engagement . 🪽♡ྀི

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ lace panties.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ rewrote this cus i hated it n y'all been flooding my inbox askin' for it back since yesterday, so here ya go, lovies . <3

"rafe, have you seen my new pair of pink lace panties!?" you cry out, hoping your voice carries over into his bedroom across the hallway, but the oldest cameron sibling doesn't respond—only low, slightly muffled groans, and a small, occasional whimper falling from your older stepbrother's lips.

rafe groans, releasing a small, breathless little chuckle to himself underneath his breath, breaking off into another low moan, fisting the ballerina pink lace fabric over his heavy, slippery cock, dripping with his pre-cum, feeling his aching balls tighten and warning him that he was so close to his release—so, so fucking close.

and then, he hears you, banging obnoxiously loud on his locked bedroom door, like you always do—spoiled little brat, rafe thinks, making him roll his eyes into the back of his head as you whine his name again, and oh, fuck, he can just imagine you whining so prettily underneath him, with his bigger and stronger body on top of yours, pinning you down as he fucks into you so nasty, so hard, you'd be feeling it for days from how pent up he was, and still is.

rafe doesn't always do this, using your little pair of cute panties to help jerk himself off, but today was a special occasion—at least, that's what rafe likes to think when he thinks about you two spending the day together—and yeah, he was taking you out on his boat, and maybe, just maybe, you'll let him fuck you raw with the waves gently rocking the boat, sunshine beating down on both of you, bathing you in golden light as he roughly ploughs into your sweet little pussy, making you appear like an angel.

and god, you'd look so gorgeous, he can just imagine it, making him pump his large, tight fist even faster, the delicate pink lace of your panties already so wet and sticky, and fuck, he hears you call his name again, and he shoots his hot, scorching load all over your panties, staining them with his cum.

what a waste, rafe thinks, he'd rather shoot his cum deep inside of your overstuffed, sweet little pussy, filling your womb, and he knows he's fucked, wanting to make his little baby stepsister as his girl, as his.

then, rafe smirks to himself, lifting up the tiny pair of ruined panties with the tip of his long, index finger, letting the lace dangle as he obsessively observes the creamy fluid that coated the poor lace, but he doesn't care, he can always just buy you another cute pair of panties since you 'keep losing them', as you always complain with a cute, glossy pout—but rafe knows the truth, he thinks to himself smugly.

besides, the more he steals your panties, clean or dirty, rafe doesn't mind, he'll know you'll start to catch on—and he can only hope that when that time comes, you'll come begging on your knees, all weepy and submissive for his cock.

however, in the meantime, he still has a few more of your pretty lace panties to jerk off to just to help him reach his release, but he knows it'll only last for so long before he gives in and makes a move on you, making you his.

#‧ ₊˚ bambi's works 𓂃ෆ #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

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⟢ 𝓫𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂. ˚₊‧ ꒰ 𝓈!her. ꒱ ‧₊˚ twenties. amateur writer. multifan.

ꪆৎ i. masterlist. ii. guidelines. iii. minors dni. ❜

✉︎ 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌,

ෆ. princess treatment, nsfw.

ෆ. violent roses, nsfw.

ෆ. sweet, sweet, nsfw.

ෆ. timestamp, nsfw.

ෆ. belonging, nsfw.

ෆ. sweet love, nsfw.

ෆ. promise?, nsfw.

ෆ. monster, nsfw.

© 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐕𝐍𝐃, 2024. do not copy, translate, or repost any works.

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ 3:28am.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ i was bored n need more concepts to write. !!! 🧸♡ྀི

"just relax for me, baby," rafe coos into your ear, pressing hot, feather-light kisses down your soft neck, smelling that addicting vanilla scented perfumè you always wear, and he suspects it's now your favorite too, since he always compliments you on how good you smell, simply delicious, good enough to eat.

"i.. i-i need you, dad," you mewl breathily, looking all pouty and sweet, grinding your bare, slick and glossy cunt down against his lap, making him flex the thick muscles of his bare thighs, listening as you release a long, breathy little whimper; a plea, a desperate need for your best friend to touch you, to claim you.

"you're sure 'bout this, yea?" he asks, just double checking, not wanting you to back out or change your mind at the last minute, too needy for you now, and even if you did choose to get up and leave, rafe wouldn't let you—no, he wouldn't be able to control himself, he had to have you, he had to keep you, to break into that tight little pussy of yours that he's been dreaming about pounding into every night for weeks.

you were his now, and sure, you always belonged to him before, all sweet and doting on him like a usual girlfriend would, and he would allow this, because in truth, he couldn't say that he didn't act like your boyfriend already.

you were only ever his, rafe thinks, his twisted mind already forming the seeds he's gonna plant into your pretty little head to let him fuck you raw.

"alright... a'ight, baby—gonna let daddy eat your sweet little cunny, huh?" he breathes into your ear hotly, making a shiver go down your spine and a electric shock pulse through your bare pussy, making you whine and nod dumbly, obediently, wanting nothing more than for rafe to touch you already, his strong, muscular arms wrapped tightly around your naked waist, holding you as if he was never gonna let you go.

"fuck, alright baby... lay down for me and let dad take care of you, a'ight?" he hums, quickly giving you a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your glossy lips, tasting the fruity flavor of your lipgloss, before releasing you with two harsh slaps to your sweet, jiggly asscheeks, and you can only giggle lustily.

afterwards, you nod your head eagerly, happily, immediately doing as he tells you, always the obedient girl, wanting to please everyone, especially rafe—after all, you were always rafe's perfect, sweet little girl.

#‧ ₊˚ bambi's works 𓂃ෆ #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron prompt

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𝒶.skywalker. ┆ belonging.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ first time writing for anakin in a min …n yes it's a modern au . <3 be kind, pls. !!!

anakin skywalker is a naturally dominant man, and we all know that, but, when you're sitting in his lap, like just now, all pretty and your glossy lips all pouty and kissable, doe-like eyes all innocent and dreamy, anakin cannot help but want to have you, to possess you, to own you in every way possible—completely.

he craves you, desperately, day and night, every second of every waking moment, and his dreams, they're so vivid—they're of you, because of course they are, and you're so beautiful, so perfect, the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, or will ever know.

anakin knows he must have you, giving the sweet-smelling skin of your pulse point a soft, tender kiss, knowing you're a sensitive little thing, but he doesn't care, doesn't care that you whine and playfully swat at his thick, muscular arm, and he just wants you to understand, to understand that you belong to him—that you've always belonged to him.

"anakin," you mewl girlishly, so soft and sweet and naïvely beautifully, he cannot stand it, and he gives you a small, lazy smirk, his blue eyes sparkling as they slightly gaze down at you, watching you, watching your expressions as he wraps his strong, masculine arms around your waist, tugging you closer against himself on his lap, wanting to see how you'd react.

anakin loves your little reactions, always so shy and sweet, it makes him smile, how bashful you become around him, how you try to act as if your little cunt isn't quivering at just the mere sight of him, knowing your panties were already soaked with your sweetness, just waiting for him to lick you clean, happily and eagerly.

and anakin is more than happy to help you, to help relieve you, to relieve that ache you feel, and he wonders if you ever touched your sweet little pussy—good girl that you're, he doubts it, but he wouldn't know, you don't like talking about such 'naughty things' as you like to say, always too bashful around him to speak such lewd words aloud.

anakin has no such qualms, he enjoys discussing how he wishes to devour your sweet little pussy, to fuck you until you're numb and too dumb to speak, your limbs weak and needing his help to do basic things, like bring you snacks or bathe you—he'd do anything for you if you'd only ask, and even more.

"what's wrong, baby?" anakin croons lovingly, raising a large, tan-skinned hand and gently curling two long, calloused fingers under your chin, forcing your eyes to look up at him, making your belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies—and anakin cannot help but smile wolfishly, chuckling softly as he can feel the way your body trembles in his lap, needy and wanting, and if you'd only ask, he'd give you what you so desperately crave, what you need.

all you need to do is ask, and anakin skywalker is more than willing to provide that relief for you, in any way you desire—he is yours, yours to command, just as you belong to him.

#‧ ₊˚ bambi's works 𓂃ෆ #star wars #star wars: revenge of the sith #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker oneshot #anakin skywalker concept #anakin skywalker prompt

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ꪆৎ so this is how 𝒾 imagine a relationship between rafe & i would look/be aesthetically—this is just a reflection of myself, of me imagining being rafe's girl, jus' cause this is my perspective doesn't mean it has to be yours. !!! 🧸♡ྀི this is inspired by the lovely, @rafeysdoll, 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜.

#‧ ₊˚ bambi's works 𓂃ෆ #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron moodboard

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step bro rafe is the besttt🤭

𝓇.cameron. ┆ sweet, sweet.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ more icky stepbro!rafe cus y'all seemed to love him . <3

"you like this, don't ya', kid?" rafe questions, his tone of voice low and deep, with that nasally, rich boy drawl that drives you insane, and sometimes, you just couldn't stand to be around him, knowing he has you under his spell, his control.

you give him a small, gentle nod of your head, breath hitching and heart thumping wildly, feeling your stepbrother's calloused fingertips trail over the wet, glossy slit of your pussy, before gently circling your little clit.

"raaafe," you mewl softly, pawing at his clothed chest, and it wasn't even fair, he still had all of his clothes on and you were practically nude, easily convinced by your older stepbrother to strip off your bottom clothes, to let him see your princess parts.

"shhhh," he hums, still toying with your clit, before easily sliding down and slipping two of his long, nimble fingers into your quivering little fuckhole, making you gasp and clench, more of your sweet pussy juices easily flowing out, dripping down rafe's fingers and soaking them.

rafe laughs, then smirks lazily. "see? told you it'd feel good—just gotta trust me from now on, a'ight?" he tells you, moving to lean down slightly to murmur into your ear, inhaling the sweet, feminine scent of your hair products—something fruity and sweet, just perfectly you.

"you hear me, baby?" rafe drawls lowly, like you're some dumb, little spoiled brat, beginning to pump both of his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, driving you delirious with pleasure, and fuck, you need him, you need him now—desperately.

"please... please, rafe, n-need you," you beg so sweetly, and rafe smiles wolfishly, his cock already rock hard and being restricted by his pants, but he doesn't mind, not right now at least, not when he is fingering his little baby stepsister.

"you gonna come for me, pretty girl?" rafe purrs, nipping at your earlobe, before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your delicate neck, nipping and sucking with every other kiss, wanting to mark you, to claim you, to show everyone that you belong to him.

obediently, you nod, shaky and misty eyed, and if rafe didn't know you any better, he'd say you were about to burst into tears, which wasn't uncommon for you, but he knows that look—that look when you're on the verge of coming for him, and oh, how badly he wants to see you cream all over his fingers, his face, and especially his cock.

abruptly, rafe pulls his hand away, carelessly wiping the glossy wetness from your sweet little cunt across your inner thigh, humming at the cute pout that immediately takes over your pretty, scrunched up face, crying out like a newborn kitten.

"it's alright, baby, we got all the time in the world for that," rafe tells you with a light chuckle, a small, teasing smile curling on his lips, knowing you want him just as much as he wants you, and he can't help the way his lust-blown eyes wander down, gazing intensely at your sloppy, exposed cunt fully on display, just for him and only him, so wet and swollen from just the simplest touches of his deft fingers.

"b-but i want− want t-to..." you trail off shyly, cheeks hot and little nipples peaking through your thin baby-tee, all due to the arousal rafe made you feel.

rafe sighs, easily slipping off of his bed and walking over to the full length mirror, swiftly smoothing down his fancy polo shirt, though his eyes are still focused on you through the mirror, just like they always are focused on you—wherever you are, rafe's eyes will always follow.

"don't worry so much, kid," rafe says nonchalantly, spinning on his heel and walking back over to where you're sitting at the edge of his bed, pouty and arms crossed over your perky chest, covering those pretty little nipples he loves to suck on.

"dad will eat your sweet little pussy as soon as he returns from conducting his business with barry, alright?" he explains slowly, promising you with a sweet, nasty kiss full of teeth and tongue for several minutes too long, but rafe doesn't give a fuck—and then, he's pulling back and watching you grow all doe-eyed and smiling dreamily, making him reach out and firmly grasp your soft, unblemished cheek, "now, be a good girl for me until i get back—a'ight, kid?"

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #stepbro!rafe #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #obx fic

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𝒶.targaryen. ┆ violent roses.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ a lil dark!modern aemond . <3 i missed him. !!!

"touch me softly, daddy," you mewl coyly, your voice meek and feminine, feeling the calloused fingertips of your lover trailing gently across your nude skin, making your flawless complexion erupt into goosebumps, causing you to shiver lightly.

"oh?" he questions, using his free hand to casually place the lit cigarette between two smooth, light pink lips, a puff of gray smoke swirling in the air above your heads.

"you don't want me to touch you... violently?" he purrs, his one faux-eye sparkling in the moonlight, making your little exposed cunny ache, dripping wet and glossy, your arousal fragrant in his room and smelling of freshly picked roses, and something even sweeter—you.

you freeze, breath hitching and heart thumping wildly in your chest—thump, thump, thumping until you cannot take it anymore.

"please... p-please, touch me, aemond," you beg so prettily, making aemond give you a lazy smirk around his burning cigarette—another puff, and then he is casually putting the cigarette out into the marble ashtray next to his bed.

it was silent for a moment, he didn’t speak, so neither did you, only your quick, almost erratic breathing could be heard, before a low, barely audible hum came from aemond, his attention focused solely on you now—ravenous and lustful.

"be a good girl for me and i just might."

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen oneshot #aemond targaryen prompt

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ angel.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ hii, this is completely self-indulgent <3 enjoy loves !

an 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁, that's what you were. rafe cameron's sweet, gentle, innocent, loving girlfriend. rafe couldn't get enough of you, of your sweetness, of your innocence—it was overwhelmingly addicting, just like the coke he snorted occasionally, but strangely, you were better. you were his obsession and he wouldn't trade you for the world. dare he say it, rafe cameron was in love with you. rafe loved the way you spoke, so softly and sweetly and always polite, with your precious naiveté. it was so endearing to the oldest cameron son, experiencing your cute, shy nature—it made rafe's cock harden in his pants. rafe secretly couldn't stand the way his friends teased him, calling him 'pussy whipped'—but in all honesty, rafe didn't give a fuck what his friends thought. at the end of the day, you were his. you belonged to him, and that was all that mattered.

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ headcanons.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ idk wha dis is but enjoy <3 mwa mwa !

boyfriend!rafe cameron with a shy girlfriend would include: being referred to as rafe's girl, kid, baby, my love, brat, his.

boyfriend!rafe cameron would have to learn to soften up, all due to your sweet, delicate, innocent nature, and most of the time it was in private moments spent with you, his princess, his one and only.

boyfriend!rafe cameron loves the way you smell, you're so femininely sweet, like vanilla, something fruity but not too overpowering, something sweet and refreshing and innocent... so beautifully you.

boyfriend!rafe cameron already knew since the moment he brought you on your first date—and yes, he did everything right: he got you your favorite flowers in a large, beautiful bouquet, booked a reservation at the country club, and even got you a pretty necklace branding with the letter "𝓇" written in pretty, fancy lettering—and it all made rafe think, that one day, you'd be his pretty, little future housewife.

boyfriend!rafe cameron loves how shy you get over the smallest, least expensive things he buys you—if you're getting a bit cranky, rafe knows it's time to feed you and practically swerves around to the nearest fast foot place to get you some lunch. and, as usual, you grow flustered and thank him a hundred times, before smothering his cheeks in sticky, glossy sweet kisses that smell like strawberries, and his other favorite scent, you.

boyfriend!rafe cameron and you would totally listen to the weeknd together—whilst driving, just vibing and chilling together, at parties, and while y'all are fucking nasty style.

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Soft rafe plz!!! 🩷

𝓇.cameron. ┆ crybaby.

༘˙𓂃𑁤 hihi !! jus lettin yall know that my requests for concepts/thots are open <3 mwa mwa !

"what's wrong?" rafe asks immediately, already feeling a headache coming on as he watches your pretty, displeased face form right in front of him—glossy lips twisted into a cute pout, your cute little nose twitching every few seconds signaling your soured mood, your brows knitted together as if someone backhanded you across your sweet face, the misty look in your doe eyes, the way you're fidgeting underneath his intense stare.

it's all too much—too, too much, and you feel like you're about to burst into tears any second.

luckily, rafe seems to catch on to these telltale signs fairly quickly, thanking god that his girlfriend is just too sweet and easy to read whenever she is upset, which is most of the time.

casually, he makes his way over to you and practically tugs you in against himself, hearing your cries a second later and a bunch of gibberish he cannot understand as you babble on and on about what caused you to be this upset.

rafe would never admit it, but seeing you cry? it made the tall, intimidating, oldest cameron feel weak in the knees, his big hands would shake and clench repeatedly, as if preparing himself to go into war for you for whoever upset his girl.

"hey, hey... a'ight, calm down, daddy's here, yea?" rafe mumbled into the top of your head, feeling your body give several more shakes as you continued to wail girlishly against him, making rafe feel like he could physically murder someone with his bare hands if only you'd just stop crying.

"d-didn't mean t-to, daddy... honest," you hiccup after a few minutes of your feminine hysterics, now practically curling up against rafe like a newborn kitten, snuggling against your beast of a boyfriend and seeking out his warmth—rafe always ran hot, hotter than most, though perhaps that's because of all of the partying and illegal substances he does.

strangely, since you two started dating no less than four months ago, rafe had made it known how he kept away from the the alcohol, and all of the drugs, solely for the purpose of his girl since he knew it would make her upset—now, it was strictly business to him, and he liked having the extra money on the side for his girl so he could spoil the fuck outta her.

"alright, alright... you gon' tell me what happened? or am i gonna have to pry it outta your damn mouth?" rafe muses, his words a bit harsh but his tone of voice remained gentle, at least for this occasion—and oh, perhaps he really is concerned about what's wrong with you.

you couldn't help but gently sniffle, your freshly manicured nails digging into your boyfriend's shoulders as he moved and brought you to sit down on his lap in front of his desk, not even sparing his laptop and all of the paperwork he would need completed a second glance—no, his girl came first, his number one priority was you and always would be.

"it's jus'... i was out with my girlfriends earlier, y'know?" you begin in a shaky, trembling, meek voice, your eyes still spilling those damn tears that made rafe want to kill something—however, the oldest cameron surprisingly stayed in control, waiting for you to explain as he brings both of his big, heavy handed hands up to caress your flushed cheeks, using the rough pads of his thumbs to brush away any fallen tears.

"yea, and?" rafe scowls, quickly losing his patience.

"what does ya girls have to do with you bein' in tears and all of this shit?" rafe demands, trying to keep himself in check—ever since dating you, he's had to change little things about himself (which he didn't mind, as long as he got to be with you, of course), he changed the way he spoke, more gentle and understanding so as to not frighten your pure, fragile heart, to always leave his broad shoulders slightly dropped so he could appear less intimidating—fuck, he even changed his vocabulary of speaking because you didn't like it when he referred to other girls as 'bitches'.

after another moment of your endless, crybaby tears, rafe begins to feel himself start fuming, the skin on his knuckles still slightly torn due to a fight from the other night when he beat the shit out of some guy that wouldn't stop fucking flirting with you at some party—needless to say, rafe continuously clenched and then would unclench his large fists, before sighing and giving up to bury his hands in your pertectly styled, glossy hair, needing to hold onto you before he completely lost it.

"i- i just... i thought they were my friends, and then they—" you trailed off with a small cry, shuddering in your boyfriend's lap, clinging to him like a needy, spoiled little girl—and that's only half of what you were, the other half? the other half you were the sweetest, most precious baby angel, and the best part?

every part of you belonged to rafe cameron.

"baby," rafe sighs, hearing you continue to let out soft cries again, your tears wetting the shoulder of his fancy, freshly dried-cleaned shirt, but he didn't care. "you can't let them get to you—in fact, no, you're never seeing those girls again, ya' hear me?" rafe scolds, shaking his head as you gently, carefully, and almost shyly lift your head from where it's buried in the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth, his touch, him.

"you're not gonna see those cunts again, i don't care what they did, but if it's leaving you this upset... nah, nah, that ain't gonna play with me, you got it, baby?"

obediently, dumbly, you nod with your misty, doe-like eyes that looked up at him as though he held all of the answers, instantly stroking his already massive ego, making the oldest cameron hold back a smirk.

"tell me what i wanna here," rafe tells you simply, his baritone voice coming out a long, lazy drawl, as he leans back in his chair and wraps both of his large hands beneath your sweet little ass, completely ignoring your pretty sundress and going straight underneath the flowing skirt since he knew you were wearing no panties.

you look startled for a moment, cheeks warming and you begin blinking at rafe owlishly, your bottom lip lightly trembling as you tried forming the words your boyfriend always made you say.

"i.. i-i don't need anyone," you stammer softly, sounding so sweet, feeling your heart thumping erratically against your ribcage, "d..don't need a-anyone—don't need anyone except for my daddy."

after hearing this, rafe gives you a wolfish grin.

"that's daddy's good girl."

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toxic!ex rafe begging for the reader to get back with him!!!! <3

𝓇.cameron. ┆ quit.

༘˙𓂃𑁤 idk what this is… enjoy toxic!ex rafe, my loves ♡ (& send in concepts/thots!)

"c'mon, baby," rafe groaned deeply, continuing the obnoxious banging that his strong, large fists made, making you squirm in shock, disbelief, and the slightest hint of fear.

"baby," rafe warned, rolling his steel blue eyes at the fact that you just wouldn't open the damn door for him.

not a second later, rafe could physically feel the way his anger coursed through his veins, making his tall, broad frame tremble on his girl's doorstep, making him growl lowly to himself as he began twitching from the growing rage at being denied entrance—at being denied you.

"baby, please, p-please open the door for me," rafe begged loudly, continuously banging on your front door, uncaring who heard him—no, rafe didn't give a fuck if it meant having you by his side again, having you as his again.

"rafe!" you mewled girlishly, reluctantly opening up your father's house, a cute pout decorating your pink lips as you finally came face to face with your toxic ex boyfriend, rafe cameron. "you cannot be here," you whined petulantly, crossing your arms over your perky chest, already feeling rafe's eyes dropping down to sneak a peek, making you continue to pout up at his intimidatingly tall figure.

"baby," rafe begins, a slight edge to his tone, something dark and sinister and possessive, "you're mine—mine, don't you get that? don't you get that you belong to me?" he chuckled humorlessly, giving his head a tiny shake as the fingers in his right hand twitched, begging for violence.

you stood there frozen, not being able to move, utterly paralyzed—and strangely, embarrassingly aroused.

"rafe," you whimpered softly, feeling your heart thumping erratically, not just from the way rafe spoke down to you, but just being in his mere presence was enough to leave your cunt dripping and your little pastel pink panties soaked.

rafe chuckled with a slow nod of his head, not waiting a single second more as he casually made his way inside of your father's house, already knowing he wasn't home and most likely at work.

"oh, my sweet baby," rafe cooed, immediately taking you into his arms once again, all snuggly and warm and perfect—you couldn't help but bury your face into rafe's hard chest, inhaling his fancy, masculine cologne he always wore that he knew had you addicted.

"see how easy that was, huh? if only you'd just listen to me," rafe sighed softly, burying his face into the top of your hair, inhaling your fresh, feminine scent of vanilla and strawberries—his favorite.

"i.. 'm really sorry, daddy," you pout, clinging to rafe as though you were nothing but a little girl, needing the comfort of your man, needing your rafe.

rafe only hums, rocking you both slowly back and forth as he continues to hold you, not loosing his grip for a moment as his big arms only squeeze around you tighter—punishingly, making you squeak in surprise.

"d-daddy!" you mewl helplessly, beginning to squirm in your ex boyfriend's arms, making you panic slightly when he wouldn't let go. "r-rafe…! c'mon, let me go," you complained with a childish whine, continuing to squirm more wildly to make him release you.

and yet… rafe didn't move a single muscle, only using his arms to hold you tighter against himself, caging you in completely.

"see, baby?" rafe chuckled lightly, "do you feel how helpless you're?" he continues, his voice a low, nasally croon directly into your ear as he hovers over you and leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your earlobe, making you mewl pathetically.

"goddamn, you belong to me, princess," he growls, his tone ravenous and manic, "no, no, no…" he trails off with a quiet little hiss in your ear, making you shiver against him as he feels you trying to escape him.

"you're not going anywhere," he snarls, only to then bend down even more and nuzzle your neck, inhaling the addicting vanilla scented perfume you favored so much—the one that he had bought you. "c'mon, be daddy's good little girl, yea?" he says mockingly, pressing a sweet kiss against the top of your head.

rafe can feel you hysterically crying against him, making him think of those pretty little tears soaking into his shirt so innocently—and fuck, even when you're crying in his arms he can't help the way that his cock is throbbing in his pants.

"no, baby… it's okay, it's okay, you don't need to struggle," he coos, before nipping at the delicious skin of your sensitive neck and hearing you squeal girlishly for him, making his cock rock fucking hard.

"everything's gonna be just fine, yeah?" he smiles warmly, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes, "everything's gonna be just fine… as long as you're mine."

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mean!Rafe trying to make it fit?

𝓇.cameron. ┆ mean.

༘˙𓂃𑁤 sry this is so short, im jus' lowkey imagining rafe stuffing it inside n' bein' all condescendingly sweet n' shit 😶

"c'mon baby, you can take it for daddy, can't you?" rafe would drawl teasingly, carefully sliding the swollen tip of his cock up and down along your glossy, puffy folds, making you whine as he continues to grind the tip of his leaking cock against your overstimulated clit, then down to your quivering, dripping hole.

"daddy!" you mewl femininely, fat tears clouding your vision as your boyfriend began to slowly, almost gently start pushing the head of his cockhead inside of your sopping cunt, a low groan escaping rafe's slightly parted lips as he tries to control his breathing—but fuck, you're so tight around him and so wet, so fucking hot and tight, it feels like you're suffocating his cock.

"let me in, baby—thaat's it," rafe chuckles breathlessly above you, holding the base of his cock firmly as he tries pushing his way further inside of your virgin cunt—and god, you feel so fucking perfect, fluttering around his cock and trying desperately to thrust your hips down to make his cock slip into you deeper.

needy little slut, rafe thinks with a smirk.

rafe tuts, quickly slapping your dainty, french manicured hand away as you tried gripping his cock to stuff it inside of yourself.

"greedy girl," rafe teases, while slowly pushing his cock in until it was just halfway in, hearing your quiet sigh of relief.

"oh, daddy! you made it fit?" you slur dreamily, happily not even realizing that rafe still had more of his cock to fuck into you, making him chuckle breathlessly to himself.

"nah, nah, baby… still got just a bit more—" rafe answers condescendingly, cooing sweetly at the tears that instantly begin to stream down your pretty, flushed cheeks, making you appear like a little doll.

hearing this, you begin to silently panic, your cunt was clenching uncontrollably, your limbs tightening up in distress, and as soon as these pesky feelings began to overwhelm you, rafe immediately snapped you out of it by reaching up and giving your damp cheek a nice little love-tap.

you whine at the tiny slap, but immediately your misty, doe-like eyes turn hazy, your brain shutting down and allowing rafe to think for you as usual—such a good girl for him.

"hey, hey… a'ight, you're fine," rafe tells you, his voice a deep baritone and stern, his steel blue eyes gazing down at you intensely as he looks down at you with lusty eyes, and something else that makes his heart swell—but he'll never talk about it… at least, not yet anyways.

rafe's eyes dip down and relish in the way your sloppy, swollen cunt was gripping him, drooling all down his shaft and down your sweet little ass—and fuck, rafe didn't think you could get any more perfect.

"this pussy is mine," rafe comments mostly to himself, before looking up at you once again for confirmation, and once he gets it, he starts pushing in more and more and more, hearing your girlish cries and your soft, breathy whimpers of pain mixed with endless pleasure.

"there you go, pretty girl," rafe purrs deeply, his cock pulsing and twitching as he pushed inside of you all of the way—it was a snug fit, perhaps a bit too tight, but nothing rafe cameron couldn't handle.

"taking my cock so well," he croons, his eyes darkening.

you blink up dreamily at your ravenous boyfriend, being a whiny, needy mess for him, your little hands reaching up to grab at any part of your boyfriend, your kiss-swollen lips forming into a cute pout when he simply stilled inside of you, allowing you to adjust to his massive girth splitting you open, but just for a split second.

and then, rafe slowly pulled out until just the leaking tip of his cock was stuffed inside, before thrusting in so hard, you swore you saw stars, your lips falling open as high-pitched, breathy moans began leaving your lips every time rafe pounded into you, claiming every inch of you—inside and out.

"fuck, baby—you're so fucking tight," rafe growled, burying his face into your exposed tits, kissing and licking and sucking marks all over your puffy little nipples, wanting nothing more than to claim you as his.

"oh, rafe! p-please, please, n-need you… harder, please," you wailed wantonly, feeling as though you couldn't even catch your breath—it was too much, too, too much.

"didn't i tell you, baby?" rafe asked with a small smirk, his steel blue eyes shining with amusement and something else, something darker, "i told you i'd make it fit."

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ 5:24am.

𓏲 ෆ ˖ ˙ 𓂃 some sweet, lil mindless ramblings for y’all !

"it's not fair, daddy!" you mewl softly, immediately resulting to this—this spoiled mess that rafe knows it'll be up to him to clean up, to make sure that his girl knows her place... respectfully.

rafe releases a low, humorless little chuckle, his lips curling up into a half-smirk, his steely blue eyes focused directly on you, observing your pretty, pouty expression silently as you sit and pretend you're not his whiny baby.

sighing, rafe stalks over casually and bends down to your eye level, feeling his knees give a slight twinge of pain as he has to lower himself down to your shorter height, though he ignores it in favor of comforting you.

"what's jus' not fair, baby?" rafe coos mockingly, reaching out with one of his big, heavy handed hands that was decorated with a gaudy, golden ring on his long index finger, gently brushing away the stream of your pretty, childish tears.

rafe can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants, nor can he stop the amusement shining in his dead blue eyes as he simply watches you, amused by how needy you're for him and his constant attention.

and oh, all rafe can think about is how fucking pretty you look with those innocent, cranky tears streaming down flushed cheeks, your lips pouty and ready to be kissed, for him to manhandle you and fuck you senseless once he was done finishing up his very important business at this lame ass party.

rafe always knew if there was somethin' wrong with his girl, it was like a primal instinct—you're tired, most likely cranky after the long day you've had helping him with errands which he knew you had no interest in, preferring to wait in his big truck and continue being his pretty, little passenger princess, the darling little girl that you're, always avoiding any trouble that might arise and always thriving to be rafe cameron's good girl, just the way rafe prefers.

and above all else, he knows you're in desperate need of a good, long, hard fucking.

and yes, your interests had always been designer clothes, pretty little kitten heels with the chanel logo, dior lipoils and expensive skincare, getting your nails and your pretty little toes done every week without fail, going on long trips to sephora with your boyfriend as rafe always insisted (demanded) that he would be the only one to drive you around—and that's all being thanks to rafe cameron's rules that you were meant to follow along.

luckily, you do so—happily and obediently.

still, it didn't mean your bratty behavior would be tolerated by rafe—no, you'd have to be punished... however, looking at your pouty expression and those tears in your pretty, doe-like eyes nearly causes the oldest cameron's anger to weaken as he stays kneeling down before you, comforting you by using the calloused pads of his thumbs to brush away your sleepy tears almost lovingly, and hopefully, that pouty mood that rafe couldn't help but loathe but secretly cherish would go away with a bit of his charming coaxing.

"d-daddy," you whimper again, your voice sulky and your pretty, angelic face sullen from not having all of rafe's attention on you tonight—you absolutely hated having to share your boyfriend whenever he was handling business at these loud, overstimulating parties.

softly, you sniffled weakly and leaned the flushed side of your face against his big hand, seeking your boyfriend's touch—and whether or not he'd admit it, you know deep down how much rafe preferred physical touch, affection, intimacy, etc... especially coming only from you, his girl.

gently, rafe shushes you, bringing his lips forward to claim your glossy lips into a sloppy, wet, open-mouthed, possessive kiss for longer than was necessary—but you certainly weren't complaining, and neither were the other bystanders that silently gawked as the kook prince claimed his girl out in the open.

"you'll be my good girl tonight, yeah?" rafe murmurs slightly condescendingly against your kiss-swollen lips, slowly dragging your glossy, pouty lips against his own for another long minute, savoring your sweet taste as his tongue possessively slithers into your mouth, groaning lowly as he tastes you and the strawberry scented lipgloss you always chose to wear that drove rafe nearly insane.

obediently, you nod, earning a light love-tap against one of your flushed cheeks, causing you to whine and grab at your boyfriend's shirt, making him smirk to himself from your neediness.

"i need an answer, princess," rafe drawls suddenly, snapping you out of your ravenous thoughts, making you cower and try to avoid your boyfriend's penetrating gaze, but that only makes rafe grow annoyed, though only for a second.

strangely, since being with you and having you as his girl, he's been oddly calm as of late—that doesn't go to say that he still wasn't quick to temper and wouldn't still beat the shit out of any guy that dared to approach you… you were off limits, you were his, rafe cameron's girl.

simply, you give him a jerky nod of your head, a dopey smile curling on your plump lips, hoping to satisfy your boyfriend—successfully, it does seem to work, watching as rafe starts to rub his large hands down your sides, then down to your hips to give them an affectionate squeeze, not being able to keep his hands off of you.

fuck, it's getting harder to resist you and that uncontrollable, burning sensation that feels like it's consuming him from the inside out, rafe thinks.

you were addicting, rafe begrudgingly realized one night when he couldn't stop devouring your sweet little pussy back at tannyhill—he couldn't help it, you tasted heavenly and with the way you were mewling and begging him to fuck you... well, how could the oldest cameron ever refuse a request from his precious little baby that asked so sweetly?

you belonged to him, after all.

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𝒶.targaryen. ┆ darlin', you're mine.

༘˙𓂃𑁤 i'll always luv possessive, unhinged aemond <3

you belonged to aemond targaryen—it was a known fact across the entirety of the realm. his, his, his.

his everything, his love, his life, the very air he breathed filled with your sweet, intoxicating, innocent scent. gods, how he craved you, wanted to make you his darling girl, his one and only, his lady and wife. it was maddening, these pestering feelings that he felt towards you—and fuck, he needed you desperately, all of the time. the one-eyed prince loved you fiercely, was completely infatuated with you and your gentle nature, would do anything you'd ask without question and he'd do it proudly.

aemond targaryen was positive if you asked him to take his sword and plunge it into his own heart, he would gladly do so without hesitation, just to see your pretty, heavenly smile one last time.

and fucking hell, he can only imagine burying his face between the plush of your sweet, silky thighs, his mouth watering at just the thought of your sweet little cunt, needing to taste the sweet nectar that fell from between your womanly hips, practically a siren's call as you taunted him with pretty, demure smiles and your shy, timid, honeyed voice that he genuinely thought he could drown in—happily.

aemond targaryen always prided himself of being a man of honor, of duty, a gentleman, a man with no taste of depravity—but gods, he knew he couldn't resist your sweet temptation, he just needed one taste of your sweet lips, knowing it would damn his soul for eternity to the eternal flames of the seven hells—and the worst part, aemond didn't even care, his only desire was to claim you, and someday, he vowed to himself that he would. that... that was his most sworn promise to himself—you would be his, no matter the cost.

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ 4:21am.

𓏲 ෆ ˖ ˙ 𓂃 hi !! pls send in sum concepts, blurbs n thots for rafe . ♡

"yea... i know, baby," rafe coos mockingly, pressing wet, open-mouthed, possessive kisses across your chest, paying extra attention to your swollen, puffy little nipples, making you whine and arch your back.

rafe couldn't help but suck on your pretty titties, groaning lowly as he sucked the stiff little nubs into his mouth one at a time, switching periodically every few seconds.

"you're mine, yea?" rafe questions, his tone a low, deep rumble as he feels his cock throb in his boxers, making him begin to rut against your clothed pussy, needing to be inside of you desperately.

tearfully, sweetly, overwhelmed with pleasure, you weep so prettily, your little swollen clit buzzing from the overstimulating attention that your boyfriend was forcing on you, stimulating you by continuously rubbing harsh, tight little circles against your clit through your flimsy, silky pink panties, causing you to moan breathily.

"i...'m yours, daddy," you slur sweetly, bucking your hips relentlessly against his hand, seeking out your pleasure, your need for ecstasy, one that only rafe could give you.

"yea, yea... damn right," rafe coos menacingly, yet his tone was sweet and low and possessive, "mine, you're all fuckin' mine, baby—ya hear me?"