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nosferatu!aemond inspired fic coming soon ִ ִ ♡

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i find it hilariously funny that ewan mitchell admitted to not knowing anything about moisturizer up until a few months ago… truly….the straightest thing that a man has ever said 😭

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i'm jus' a dumb, lil fawn-eyed girl that wants to get violently fucked by prince regent!aemond.. :((

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I NEED a smut fic with Bambi!reader and Rafe ☹️ literally anything will do your writing always eats

𝓇.cameron. ┆ bambi baby.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ hihihi babies. !!!!!!!!!! 🥺♡ྀི i missed y'all sm. here's this lil' thing that's been on my mind all night… it's set in the rafe 𝓍 bambi!reader au i'm makin'… but u don't gotta read the others to understand this at all-- this is jus' a lil' bit of smut. 🫶🏼

"ah-ah, hey!" rafe scolded you, slapping your freshly manicured, dainty little fingers away from touching your slippery, puffy pink folds, oozing more and more of your slick as the seconds passed, with your boyfriend having you seated in between his manspread legs, your back pressed back against his hard, bare, muscular chest, completely naked.

"you don't get to touch this," rafe tuts warningly, making you instantly pout cutely, glossy lips all pink and kiss-swollen from rafe's sloppy, abusive kisses just minutes ago.

snapping out of your hazy, dreamlike thoughts, you squeal girlishly, all high pitched and sweet, as rafe completely cups your weepy, sweet little cunny, giving your cunt a possessive squeeze as if it were a warning not to cross him.

"this? this right here?" he asks tauntingly, with two little slaps against your drooling cunt, making his big hand all wet and causing you to mewl softly, trying to squeeze your smooth, plush thighs together, but rafe stops you, glaring down at you with clear disapproval, a threat in his steel-blue eyes, making you press back further more into him, shrinking against him, seeking his bigger size to feel safe and secured, even if he was the one abusing your little cunt right now-- you didn't mind, and neither did rafe.

"it's mine," he purrs into your ear with a soft, low baritone voice, his tone was teasing, though his voice was still a deep, lazy drawl, cupping your bare cunt with his large dominant hand, his face buried into the cook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, overwhelmingly addicting scent, before he begins kissing and licking and sucking another claiming lovemark on the delicate, sensitive skin of your little, easily breakable, sweet-smelling neck.

"all. fuckin'. mine," he coos menacingly, causing your insides to melt and butterflies to swarm in your belly-- you couldn't help it, you were so in love with rafe, and his possessiveness over you always made your brain turn into mush, even when he wasn't playing with your little cunt.

"you understand that, bambi baby?" he questions mockingly, keeping his voice hushed, yet he still kept that deep, lazy, baritone drawl to his voice, making your little clit throb and twitch with need, which rafe notices of course, because he always does-- swiftly, skillfully, he gently pinches your little nub, only to start rubbing two pads of his calloused fingertips against it, causing you to whimper softly and squirm for a moment, before you begin to gently hump your boyfriend's deft fingertips that were currently massaging your 'pretty princess cunt', as rafe likes to call it.

you nod eagerly, maybe a bit too eagerly, but again, you don't care-- always so sweet and innocently naïve for your boyfriend, just the way he likes you, all shy and sweet and codependent on him, looking up at him with your thick, fluffy black lashes, all doe-eyed and precious for him, a bit weepy too, just like your sweet little pussy, rafe notices.

and rafe is already aware, as usual, that you need a good, long, hard fucking, and that's exactly what he's gonna give to you-- after all, you're his girl, his future wife and the mother to his children, he'd never deny his precious bambi anything, especially a good fuck.

rafe smirks as he watches you nod obediently, the anger in his brow smoothing out and his soft lips curling up into a small, lazy smirk, "good girl, baby," he praises sweetly, giving the side of your head a long kiss, before easily slipping the two fingers he was using to massage your clit to now slide them inside of your needy cunt, feeling the way your wet, velvety walls flutter and quiver when he wiggles them around inside of you for a few seconds, hearing the way you gasp and moan so prettily for him.

"oh, daddy!" you cry out, your little, freshly painted pink toes curling from the sudden shift in pleasure, thighs shaking and belly clenching with your need for delicious release. "oohhh, f-feels so... so good i-inside of me," you mewl deliriously, moaning breathily and heart pounding, your bare breasts heaving as you suddenly feel rafe curl his long, talented fingers inside of you, insistently rubbing that place that makes you orgasm in seconds and wail like a newborn baby.

"D-DADDY!" you sob breathlessly, your shaky hands now going to reach and squeeze his clothed thighs, digging your long, gorgeous nails (which rafe of course paid for) into the gray sweatpants that he was currently only wearing, making you even more horny and desperate for him.

rafe chuckles breathlessly at how needy you're for him tonight, but he doesn't mind, he never does-- and with a light, sinister laugh from him, one that promises that you're going to have a very, very long night ahead of you, your boyfriend speeds up the pace of his fingers that were fucking into you almost violently, until you're dripping all over his hand, just the way rafe cameron likes you to be.

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i've been biting my tongue and biting my tongue… but i am getting really, reallyyy fed up with bottling all of my feelings up all due to very known users (bullies!!!!!!) in the house of the dragon fandom & what they did to me, and many, many more others. & yes, i'm certain y'all know exactly who i'm referring to (even the weirdo one who was apparently OBSESSED with me, and a few other known blogs in the hotd fandom, this girl was apparently always checking my blogs, and just being a fucking creep). i barely interacted with any of them cause they were just mean, nasty girls… i'm sure you can all guess who-- but the shit i've been told by a close friend of mine, a very dear and trusted friend of mine, is honestly making me feel more n more sick as the weeks go by because of sooo much shit i had no idea about what was going on, what was being spread about me, and mind you, i'm the type of writer who takes weekly/monthly long breaks from this hellsite. also, i was in the mental hospital from oct 24th of last year - to the end of november, so i didn't know anything about what was happening or being said about me (which was a fuckton, unfortunately). i am just so disgusted with these girls, i am tired. and i am just so, so exhausted of keeping it all in & bottled up just for… for what??? to live in fear of them? LMAO. they can't do shit since everyone now knows their lies & how they really are, and two of them already deactivated like the cowardly cunts they are, instead of them owning up to their shit. i am done playing the nice girl-- i am done. done. !

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ too sweet.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ szn3!rafe is a pussy muncher . <3

szn3!rafe is obsessed with eating your pussy. rafe loves the way you squirm, so pretty and sensitive, and all his. he loves the way you taste—you're sweet, addicting, like the freshest fruit that he could devour everyday, without complaint. rafe loves to overstimulate you, to keep your little pussy throbbing for him, his lusty eyes watching as your hips buck up eagerly against his face—your plush, smooth, silky thighs shaking and trembling; sweet, breathy little whimpers leaving your plump lips. and fuck, rafe just cannot get enough of you, of your candied taste, your delicious scent, you're like a fucking drug to him, and if he could, he'd eat your sweet, drooling cunt every single day, for every meal, seven days a week. he couldn't get enough of you—ever, always rubbing his lower face all over and around your pussy, soaking his face and becoming intoxicated from your flavor. and even then, when rafe mouths at your dripping pussy, using his tongue to slurp up your creamy juices, he cannot help but lewdly moan at your taste, his tongue fucking into your soaked, hot, drooling hole wildly, humming in bliss as you mewl his name femininely, babbling sweet, loving words to your boyfriend for more, more, more of him, never wanting him to stop his sweet torment. and just as you begin wailing, pleading him to give you a moment of peace, rafe plunges two long, deft fingers inside of your tiny, clenching hole, continuing to ruthlessly fuck you with his fingers, all while listening with amusement shining in his steel blue eyes as you squeal girlishly, your little fuckhole fluttering consistently around his nimble digits as he thrusts them into you, knowing you're close to reaching your orgasm. and oh, when you eventually reach your climax, rafe's skilled tongue was buried deeply inside of you, fucking you, and sloppily alternating between suckling on your swollen, puffy clit into his mouth and fucking your little fuckhole, making you become crazed—giggling deliriously as you release your warm, sweet cum into your boyfriend's waiting mouth, mewling and panting and begging him to stop. meanwhile, all rafe can do is smirk up at you and continue to tease you, never stopping his assault on your aching pussy, watching as you try and squirm away from him, causing him to lightly tut—"not goin' anywhere, baby, not til daddy says so," he purrs teasingly, circling his wet, swollen lips around your clit once again, sucking harshly and making obscene, squelching noises, "now, be daddy's good little girl and cream all over my fuckin' face."

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⎯⎯⎯ 𝓽𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝒿𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈. ❜

ꪆৎ 𝓭𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: if you choose to send an emoji (ex. 🏹) & then never send me an ask/anonymous msg within a week, you will be removed off of the 'anon list' & your emoji will be available for someone else to use/have.

ෆ. 🏹᛬ 𝓅𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝓅𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴.

༯. 𝓬𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 − 🦈. 🫧.

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Are there still a lot of anon emojis that aren’t taken for us shy girlies to claim?

yea, yeaa.. !!! you can check out the list here . 💌

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would rafe be into his girl taking charge in the bedroom? 🤔

𝓇.cameron. ┆ make daddy proud.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ jus' tryna get thru these lil request(s) while i'm high as shit right now . <3

mmmm.... absolutely not, rafe's not into that shit at all, and if you ever even attempted to try or just play 'round with him, he'd get so pissed off and would most likely punish you by not letting you cum on his cock like you always do—little princess that you're—tho trust me, it's just as tortuous, if not more tortuous for rafe too cause he loves when he's feeling his girl's tight, drenched little pussy quivering and fluttering around him while he's pounding your shit into his bed at tannyhill... a typical tuesday night. <3

"oh? yea? you − you wanna try that shit again, baby?" he taunts gruffly, reaching down and slapping your aching, needy clit repeatedly, more harsher with each slap given before. "i can't hear you, little fuckin' whore," he snarls, ploughing into your drooling cunt with sharp, frantic movements of his hips, reaching up to pinch and pluck at both of your swollen, puffy little nipples, smirking when you try to squirm away from his rough touch.

meanwhile, rafe was panting heavily, huffing as electricity shot down his spine, making his abs clench every time he thrusted back inside of you faster, faster, faster—his lust-blown eyes flickering back and forth between watching as your gorgeous, perky tits continued bouncing wildly with each brutal thrust of his, only to then look back down to where his cock kept repeatedly fucking into you, drilling into you at breakneck speed, over and over and over again.

"n-no, no daddy! p-please, please… i'm.. 'm sorry, dad," you wail femininely, sounding so sweet and deliriously fucked out, before you eventually let out a high-pitched squeal, feeling your boyfriend's calloused fingertips rub quick, nearly painful circles around your swollen, throbbing nub, feeling your creamy juices dripping down to his heavy balls, coating his cock entirely like the needy little slut that you are.

"yeaaa, that's right, baby… isn't it? you gon' be dad's good girl from now on, no more misbehaving, hm?" rafe coos meanly, a breathless, manic chuckle escaping him as he feels his cock begin spurting his seed into your guts, filling you up with his hot, scorching load. "mhmm, yea—take that shit like a good girl."

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hiiiiiiii can you pleaseeeeee talk more about being rafes pretty lil housewife :)

𝓇.cameron. ┆ daddy's home.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ i was writing this n realized i actually rlly hated it .. but still wanted to give y'all somethin' . <3

being rafe cameron's pretty little housewife is definitely a luxurious title, like you're a being of the highest royalty cause that's just how rafe sees you—you're his sweet little trophy wife, his little wifey, his baby, everything sweet in his life revolves around you. you're rafe's peace and calm, and he loves you more than life itself.

rafe is the type of husband who is very traditional in the sense that he is the man of the house, the leader, the protector and provider, and is always in charge, always coming up with solutions to problems—he's just a proactive kinda guy, right?

and the best part about having rafe as your husband? is being spoiled rotten by him. that man loooves to spoil you, you're his girl—his woman, of course he's gonna spoil and pamper you, keep you fed and fucked and give you his constant love and attention and as many babies as you want.

also, you should definitely expect constant princess treatment, even when you're being a little brat—you both are just so happy, so in love, still in that honeymoon phase of pure bliss and love, so how could you not be happy when you're together?

every morning, when rafe's alarm goes off on his phone, he'll immediately pull you in even closer against his broad form, seeking out your warmth, practically rolling on top of you and burying you under him, holding you down against him and simply cuddling you as the morning sun rises.

rafe doesn't like to speak in the mornings, not unless he has his usual cup of black coffee, no cream or sugar—and if he wants to have an even better morning, he'll give you a long, slow, deep morning fuck before getting up to get ready to run business.

you're only half awake when this happens, but rafe is quick to have you mewling out 'daddy' and 'please…more, more, need you, dad!'—all needy and whiny while he's fucking into you with those long, deep strokes that has you purring like a newborn kitten, not caring that he's nearly bruising your cervix, but you don't mind—not when rafe leans down and murmurs how much he loves you, how much he wants to see you pregnant and full and round with his babies.

afterwards, while rafe is showering and preparing for his day at work, you'd slowly limp towards the kitchen to make your husband his morning cup of coffee, as well as prepare him a lunch full of fresh foods so he wouldn't go and order something from a takeout place because you know that man somehow always forgets to eat, claiming he's too busy and has real important business stuff to do while he's at work.

nonetheless, being rafe's little housewife is a dream come true, he loves being able to come home and call you his wife, to take care of you and provide for you and your little growing family, and would love nothing more than to fuck you until you go all 'babied brained' as he likes to call it.

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ 10:51pm.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ idk wha' dis is… but enjoy, angels ♡ྀི ‧ ₊˚

ok but jus' imagine you're bein' a whiny, needy crybaby for your boyfriend rafe, pushing at his buzzed head between your silky, spread-out thighs with both of your dainty, freshly manicured hands, cutely pouting out a "i'm too sleepy, dad!" and then rafe just rolls his eyes, continuing his way up as he sloppily trails kisses between your smooth, inner thighs and being like, "then sleep; dad jus' wants a lil' taste of his princess, yea?" he coos mockingly, before he begins mouthing between your wet, puffy folds, tasting your sweet, creamy juices and humming deeply with pleasure at your taste.

"yea... that's right, baby," rafe murmurs against the heat of your soaked cunny, inhaling your femininity eagerly, feeling his cock throbbing inside of his boxers. rafe keeps his lust-blown eyes on your pretty, flustered face, a lazy smirk curling up at the corners of his kiss-swollen lips as he licks up every drop of sweetness you have to offer, using the flat of his tongue to kiss and lick and suck at your little exposed cunny, humming in pure delight.

"yeah, a'ight, reaaal sleepy—huh, kid?" he teases you, his steel blue eyes narrowed and darkening with sin, something twisted and sinister shining through—and fuck, you taste so goddamn perfect to him, his gaze practically taunting you as he can feel you dripping for him, listening to you as you mewl out his name repeatedly, your voice sleepy and whiny and needy for rafe, for your daddy.

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ princess treatment.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ i srsly looove fem!reader callin' rafe 'dad' in my lil' stories. !!! mwahahahh . <3

princess treatment comes naturally to somebody like rafe cameron; who loves nothing more than to spoil you with his love, attention, and money. he adores how sweet you're, and he genuinely doesn't think you have a bad bone in your body—too angelic and sweet and naïve to be deceitful.

rafe cameron loves the sweet, gentle, little demure smiles you give him, all doll eyed and misty from the rough, downright nasty fucking he'd just given you—your long, mink lashes fluttering dreamily (and wetly) as you both come down from your explosive highs, with you panting gently and sweetly whimpering into his hard, broad, sweaty chest—not that the cameron man minded, he loved having you close, perhaps, sometimes… too close.

"gon' make you my lil' wifey someday, yea?" rafe mumbles casually, his voice raspy and deep, with a slight, teasing drawl to it, a bit of that rich boy, nasally tone of his that always kept you weak in the knees coming through.

you were always a shy girl at heart, his sweet little baby, he'd do anything you'd ask and more.

"y-yeah?" you hiccup shakily, softly pawing gently at his hard, bare chest, gently scratching your freshly manicured nails down his defined pectorals, feeling the ridges of taut, strong muscles underneath his warm, sweaty flesh.

rafe nodded, leaning over you completely and claiming your already kiss-swollen lips into another deep, passionate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue and lots of rafe's saliva—coating your mouth in the most delicious, sinful ways of his ownship.

shyly, hesitantly, you reach down between your two bodies, bumping against his half-hard shaft, earning a low, warning growl to rumble against your boyfriend's chest.

"need more, don't ya', kid?" rafe taunts, before easily gripping himself by the base of his drenched cock, giving himself two quick, firm pumps of his large hand while mindlessly knocking your dainty one outta his way, knowing you liked to constantly touch things.

swiftly, he presses the now leaking tip against your abused, fluttering, dripping fuckhole, before pressing into you with a soft, deep grunt, already feeling those euphoric flames licking at the sensitivity of his heavy balls, positioning himself above you so he wouldn't crush you—but knowing you, his sweet girl, he already knows how you like to be roughly manhandled by him, like a pretty, innocent little dolly.

"dad!" you mewl femininely, a cute, glossy pouty curling on your pretty lips, making them appear extra kissable, causing rafe to blink three times frantically, already feeling the blood from his head rushing down to his swelling cock, before he finally (and easily) slips back inside of you.

already, without failure, rafe can feel your sweet little pussy fluttering wildly around him, making him fully hard and desperate to come inside of your womb once again, a low groan escaping him as your little cunny began suffocating him, restricting him from pulling out for a moment.

"don't worry, baby—dad's always got you, yea?" rafe hums, before pulling his hips nearly all the way back, until just the leaking tip of his cock remained inside of your sopping, fluttering pussy, making rafe feel like he could blow another load any second now—still, he could be patient for his girl to catch up.

"yeah... yea, dad! I-love you," you mewl breathily, feeling your little nipples harden from your overwhelming arousal, your doe-like eyes finally locking with your boyfriend's—and oh, you could see the darkness brewing inside of him, the insanity and desperate hunger he felt for you, and all of his possessiveness just rising to the surface, ready to claim you.

"such a good girl for daddy," rafe praises with a low, deep voice, a small, mocking smile appearing on his handsome, slightly flushed face, his abs clenching erratically as he can feel his cock twitch and pulse inside of you, making him nearly whimper as you give him another harsh squeeze around his prick.

roughly, rafe firmly grasps at the fat of the skin of your smooth, silky hips even tighter, holding you down with a knitted brow, tongue in his cheek as he begins to concentrate on fucking you again.

"yea, yea... fuck, baby—feels so fuckin' good 'round me," rafe chuckled lightly to himself, floppy bangs falling into his eyes, but he couldn't care less—not with how fucking gorgeous you looked underneath him, so submissive and obedient, getting railed by him, becoming his over and over again without stop, without complaint.

"that's daddy's good little girl, huh?"

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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."

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ monster.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ officially introducing shy!reader to y'all (she's so me!) . <3

"i like shy girls," rafe tells you casually, taking a lazy drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke for a few seconds before pursing his soft, smooth lips to the side, blowing the gray smoke away from you and stubbing out the remainder of the cigarette carelessly into a fancy champagne glass.

"you d-do?" you stammer so sweetly, and fuck, he'd do anything to bend you over right now, tug down those white lace panties he already knows you're wearing, and drop to his knees and eat your sweet little cunny from behind—perhaps even sneaking a taste of your virgin little asshole, too.

rafe nods once, then smiles politely, maybe too widely, catching your father's eye before watching him grow distracted once again with the hundreds of other business men who have no interest in you, or why you're even here, except for something pretty to look at, rafe supposes.

"i do… c'mon," he commands casually, before taking your soft, dainty little hand into his, noting your fresh manicured nails—and they're pretty french tips with a few pearl gems, classy, but not too tacky, and guides you lusciously up the spiral staircase to your father's study.

"you don't seem like the type of guy to like... shy girls," you quip, feeling yourself grow bashful as soon as you said the words, too flustered and inexperienced to be around rafe cameron—your father's number one business client.

hearing this, rafe smirks, noting how painfully shy you get around him, but deciding to say nothing on the fact—for now.

you two don't say another word until you enter the study, with rafe opening the door for you and guiding you inside by the small of your back, nearly grazing your little ass, his steel blue eyes focused solely on you the entire time, watching every cute, little micro-expression you make, wanting to know each one by memory by the end of the night.

you try not to think about it—him, his piercing, intense gaze that seemed to devour you whenever you caught him already looking at you, which was most of the time he was around, his expensive cologne and designer suits, the rolex flashing on his thick, tanned wrist, the way he was just so put together.

he was truly, undoubtedly, a man's man.

once you two were comfortably inside of your father's study, you go and lean lightly against your father's freshly polished, cherry wooden desk, the smell of cleaning chemicals still faintly in the air.

"what about you?" rafe asks suddenly, almost eagerly, his eyes darkening as he moves slowly towards you, though he knows you're a skittish little thing, and he'll have to take it slow with you if he wants you to trust him, to be his.

you swallow lightly, then shrug, your long, mink lashes fluttering prettily as you rub your pouty, glossy lips together, a small huff coming out of your nose.

"what about me?" you snap childishly, growing irritated too quickly, and perhaps it has something to do with you sneaking the harder liquor once your father didn't bother to check on you anymore throughout the evening—but of course, rafe kept an eye on you, always watchful, always penetrating, as if the man was trying to see into your soul, and sometimes, it was just too easy for rafe to get inside of your head.

you squirmed, being in rafe's presence not helping the way your mind was growing fuzzy, and neither was the liquor.

"i can tell, y'know?" rafe chuckled lightly, steel blue eyes sparkling with amusement, taking three more steps until he was standing directly in front of you, gazing down into your misty, doe-like eyes, focusing on every little detail of you, making you feel small and weak and vulnerable.

instantly, you go to look away, not being able to stand the tension in his predatory gaze.

"no, no," rafe simply whispers, gently cooing at you as he raises two long, nimble fingers up to tenderly tap your jaw, making your eyes flutter back up to look at him, your heart pounding wildly and your pussy absolutely dripping right now, ruining your pretty lace panties. "don't look away when i'm speaking to you," he tuts, as though scolding you for your lack of manners.

suddenly, you felt the urge to cry and drop to your knees, begging for his forgiveness, for his acceptance, for his love.

"it's okay, baby," rafe croons, already pulling you into his broad, strong embrace, muscles tightening around your frame and holding you against himself possessively, with no intention of ever letting you go. "yeah, it's all good, you're all good, sweetling."

"daddy's always gonna be here for you from now on, yea?" he purrs into your ear, kissing the side of your head affectionally, inhaling in the sweet, vanilla-scented perfumè you always had on, making rafe want to give you a nice, long, hard fucking as a small reward for wearing his favorite scent on you—his sweet, obedient little girl.

meanwhile, you can't find it in yourself to disagree with him or fight back, simply giving into the monster that was rafe cameron, and now—your monster.

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ promise?

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ finally wrote sum icky stepbro!rafe . !!! lmk what y'all think. 🧸♡ྀི

"what?" rafe asks with a curious tilt of his head, keeping his voice soft and gentle, trying not to spook you away, wanting to keep you close, as close as he's able.

you glance down, playing with a loose string off of the hem of your babydoll pink sundress, cheeks hot and throat feeling like you were feeling suffocated, your doe-like eyes fluttering and blinking tears away.

"you love me, don't you?" he continues to press, hiding away his growing rage and lust, at least, he thinks he is—highly emotional, his blue eyed gaze is piercing into you, making you squirm on your bed, blood rushing into your ears, making your head feel cloudy, dreamlike.

"y-yeah," you mumble after another minute, shyly and bashful, nodding gently and finally looking up at him, catching him already staring down at you, his steel blue eyes undressing you, his lips slightly parted as he imagines your nude form, and it's like he couldn't believe you were in front of him, sitting so prettily, so angelic and perfect and his.

"then... yea, a'ight," rafe nods once to reassure himself, licking his lips and scratching the underneath of his sharp jaw, his heart feeling like it was in his throat, and at any moment he'd suffocate to death—but he couldn't help it, you made him feel these feelings, these feelings that are so new and powerful and so utterly precious, like you, his little stepsister.

"yeah, yea... you're my girl," he confirms casually, moving to walk over and kneel down before you, placing both of his large, calloused hands on your smooth, silky bare knees, feeling your soft, sun-kissed skin, and he can smell the coconut lotion you'd applied after your shower earlier, making his loins feel like they were aching for release—he wanted you, desperately.

then, rafe gives you a small, knowing smile, as if knowing some secret you don't, before he leans down and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to each of your pillowy thighs, wanting to trail up further, but now wasn't the time.

"when you're finished getting all dolled up for me, come downstairs," he orders you suddenly, already standing and moving to exit your bedroom.

"are we going somewhere?" you ask innocently, voice shy and sweet, a happy, demure smile on your glossy lips, making rafe want nothing more than to fuck your throat, to make you choke on his cock, to make you beg him for it, for him.

and oh, you sweet girl, so trusting of your big stepbrother, your naïveté was something so precious to him, so special, something he would need to protect from being ruined by everyone else in this cruel, rotten world.

"yea... yea, kid," he comments offhandedly, pulling out his phone and typing out a quick text, canceling his meeting with barry. "don't worry your pretty little head about it," he drawls teasingly, giving you a small, lazy smirk over his shoulder as he continues walking out, "you're gonna love it, i promise."

[cvriolanus]

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?"