princess dolly

dolly | 18 | BLK writer | she/ her | rafes girl

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Pushed too far

Summary : You’ve been teasing Rafe all day, pushing his limits. But when you take things a step too far, he finally snaps.

Warnings : 18+ MDNI, smut, fingering, p n v and teasing (I think that's it but if there is more let me know!!)

It started off innocent enough. A playful brush of your hand against Rafe's thigh under the table during lunch, a lingering look, a bite of your lip. You loved how his jaw tightened, how his eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desire. It was a game, one you had mastered, but today you decided to push a little further.

As the afternoon sun poured into the room, you found yourself alone with Rafe in the living room. You sauntered over to where he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV but you knew he wasn’t paying attention to whatever was on. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and almost tangible.

You climbed onto his lap without a word, straddling his thighs. He stiffened beneath you, his hands instinctively gripping your waist. You could see the conflict in his eyes—half of him wanted to toss you off, and the other half wanted to pull you closer.

"What's wrong, Rafe? Don't you like it when I play with you?" you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction as you began to rock your hips against his. The friction, even through your clothes, was delicious, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.

He exhaled sharply, his grip on your waist tightening. “You really like to push me, don’t you?”

You grinned, your lips inches from his. "Maybe I just like seeing how far you'll let me go."

His eyes narrowed, and before you could react, he grabbed the back of your neck and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was anything but gentle; it was fierce, all tongue and teeth, as if he was trying to devour you. You moaned into his mouth, the sound only spurring him on.

Without breaking the kiss, Rafe’s hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly as he ground you down harder against him. The sensation made your head spin, a wave of heat pooling between your legs. His control was slipping, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but you didn’t stop moving your hips. “Is that all you’ve got?” you taunted breathlessly, loving the way his eyes flared with anger and lust.

Rafe’s expression darkened, and in an instant, he had you flipped onto your back on the couch, his body hovering over yours. His hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

You couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged at your lips. “Maybe I just like seeing you lose control.”

Something inside him snapped, and you could feel it in the way his grip tightened on your throat, the way his other hand yanked your hips against his, grinding against you with a desperate need. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to snap?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a whimper as his hand slid under your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch was rough, almost punishing, but you loved every second of it.

“I’ve had enough of your games,” he hissed, his hand slipping under the waistband of your shorts. You bucked against him, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers found their way between your legs, teasing you through the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Rafe…” you breathed, but your voice was lost as he pressed down harder, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You were quickly losing control, your teasing turning into desperate need.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice barely more than a growl. “To see what happens when I stop playing nice?”

You couldn’t form words, only nodding as your hips moved against his hand, chasing the release that was so close. But Rafe wasn’t going to let you off that easily. He suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.

“Not so fast,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

You whimpered, a mixture of frustration and arousal building inside you. He was so close, his body pressing down on yours, his hand still around your throat, and you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. But he was in control now, and he was going to make you beg for it.

Rafe leaned down, his lips hovering over yours. “Say you’re sorry,” he demanded, his voice soft but commanding.

You swallowed hard, your pride battling with the overwhelming need coursing through you. But as his fingers slid back between your legs, teasing you just enough to drive you crazy, you broke.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

“For what?” he pressed, his lips brushing against your jaw.

“For pushing you,” you gasped as his fingers dipped under your underwear, grazing against your wetness. “For teasing you.”

Rafe’s eyes glittered with satisfaction as he finally gave in, his fingers plunging inside you with a force that made you cry out. He didn’t hold back, driving you to the edge with a relentless pace, his mouth on yours swallowing every moan, every desperate plea.

When you finally shattered, it was with a force that left you trembling in his arms, his name a broken whisper on your lips. He held you through it, his fingers slowing but never stopping, prolonging your pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess beneath him.

You were completely wrong when you thought he was done. He moved slowly, with purpose, his hands steady as they unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. His eyes never left yours, dark with an intensity that sent shivers done your spin. When his pants finally dropped to the floor, you gasped, unable to tear your eyes away.

He was rock hard, every inch of him throbbing with need. The sight alone was enough to make your breath hitch, a wave of heat pooling in your low in your belly. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them done with a deliberate slowness that made your pulse quicken.

As he lined up with your entrance, you felt a surge of anticipation, your body already aching for him. He pressed forward, a rough but measured force that stole your breath. Every inch that stretched and filled you brought a mix of pleasure and pain that bordered on overwhelming, your body clenching around him instinctively. His movements were controlled, each push slow, deep, leaving you with no choice but to feel every single moment.

As he pushed deeper, you felt every nerve in your body light up, your breath catching in your throat. The slow, deliberate rhythm he set was torturous in the best way, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. His hands found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, anchoring you to him.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure—your soft gasps and his low, guttural groans merging into one. The sensation of him filling you, combined with the raw, almost primal connection between you, was overwhelming. It was as though time slowed, every second stretching out as you moved together, lost in the intensity of the moment.

His pace began to quicken, the roughness of his thrusts increasing as the tension between you built to a crescendo. You could feel the pressure mounting inside you, each movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails of sensation in their wake as you arched into him, desperate for more.

His breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered your name, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. It was as if he was claiming you with each thrust, marking you as his in a way that was both possessive and intensely intimate.

The world around you faded, leaving only the feeling of him inside you, the heat of your bodies pressed together, and the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume you both. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he shifted, hitting that perfect spot that sent you spiraling over the edge, your body trembling "Rafe. I-I'm gonna cum" you cried out, the release crashing over you in wave after wave of ecstasy.

He followed you moments later, his grip on your hips tightening as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, his body shuddering as he found his own release. For a few heartbeats, you stayed like that, locked together in the aftermath, your breathing heavy and your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all.

When it was over, he pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes still dark with desire. “Next time,” he warned, “think twice before you start something you can’t finish.”

You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath, but you couldn’t help the small smile that played on your lips. You knew you’d do it all over again. After all, pushing Rafe Cameron’s buttons was your favorite game.

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The Party

Summary : Drunk at a party, you almost hook up with Rafe Cameron, but when you accidentally confess you're a virgin, he stops, saying he wants your first time to be special. You get mad in the heat of the moment, your drunken self not understanding him. But the next morning, you thank him.

Warnings : alcohol, mention of virginity and Rafe being considerate!

The house was buzzing with energy, the beat of the music vibrating through the walls as people danced and laughed, their voices blending together in a chaotic symphony. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and you could feel the heat rising from the crowded living room where bodies pressed against each other, swaying to the rhythm.

You were on your third—or was it your fourth?—drink of the night, the liquid courage warming your insides as you made your way through the party. Your head felt light, and everything around you seemed to blur at the edges. You spotted Rafe Cameron across the room, leaning against the wall with that confident smirk that made your heart skip a beat every time you saw it. His eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.

Rafe was dangerous in all the ways that excited you. He was the kind of guy your friends warned you about, the kind that broke hearts and left you wanting more. But tonight, you didn’t care about any of that. Tonight, you wanted to feel something—anything—and Rafe seemed like the perfect way to do that.

You felt a surge of boldness wash over you as you walked up to him, swaying slightly as you reached out to touch his arm. “Hey, Rafe,” you said, your voice slightly slurred.

“Hey, yourself,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your dress clung to your curves. “Having fun?”

“Maybe,” you teased, leaning in closer. “But I think I could be having more fun.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your drunken flirtation. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

You didn’t need to say anything more. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. Without a word, he took your hand and led you through the crowd, up the stairs to one of the empty bedrooms. Your heart raced with anticipation as he closed the door behind you, the noise from the party muffled as you found yourself alone with him.

Rafe’s hands were on you in an instant, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers trailed down your sides, sending shivers through your entire body. This was exactly what you wanted—to lose yourself in the moment, to forget everything else.

But as Rafe’s hands slid under your dress, your mind started to spin, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Rafe, I’m a virgin.”

Rafe froze, his lips stilling against your neck as the words registered. He pulled back slightly, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “What?”

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you realized what you’d just admitted. “I’m a virgin,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s fine, Rafe. I want this. I want you.”

He shook his head, stepping back from you, his expression unreadable. “No, not like this. I’m not gonna be your first when you’re drunk.”

“Rafe, please,” you pleaded, reaching for him again, but he gently pushed your hands away.

“I’m serious,” he said, his tone firm but soft. “You’ll hate me for it in the morning. I don’t want your first time to be something you regret.”

Frustration bubbled up inside you. “Why are you being like this? I thought this is what you wanted.”

“It is,” Rafe admitted, his voice strained. “But not like this. Not when you’re not fully here with me.”

You huffed in annoyance, feeling rejected and confused. “Fine,” you snapped, turning away from him. “Just leave then.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you one last time. “Get some rest, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.” With that, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

The morning after light streamed through the curtains, and you groaned as the pounding in your head made itself known. Slowly, the events of last night came back to you, and you felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude wash over you.

You found Rafe downstairs in the kitchen, sipping coffee as he leaned against the counter. He looked up when he heard you enter, his expression cautious.

“Hey,” you said, your voice a little hoarse.

“Hey,” he replied, his eyes searching yours. “How are you feeling?

“Like I got hit by a truck,” you admitted, rubbing your temples. “But, about last night...”

Rafe set his mug down and walked over to you, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit awkward but knowing you needed to say it. “Thank you, Rafe. For stopping. I was really mad at you last night, but you were right. I would’ve regretted it.”

Rafe smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You deserve better than a drunken mistake. When it happens, I want it to be something you remember for the right reasons.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making you realize that maybe there was more to Rafe than you’d given him credit for.

“Maybe we could try again sometime,” you suggested, a shy smile playing on your lips. “When I’m sober.”

Rafe chuckled, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I’d like that.”

As you rested your head against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that Rafe had been there for you, not just as the guy you wanted, but as someone who cared enough to wait for the right moment.

And maybe, just maybe, that moment would come sooner than you thought.

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Morning after

Summary : You wake up in an unfamiliar bed after a wild night, only to find yourself next to Rafe Cameron. As the memories of the evening come rushing back, you’re faced with the reality of what happened and what it might mean for both of you.

Warnings : none just soft Rafe!

You slowly drifted back to consciousness, the morning light filtering through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the unfamiliar room. Your mind was groggy, still clouded by the remnants of sleep, and it took a few moments for your surroundings to come into focus.

You blinked, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The sheets beneath you were soft, the mattress firm but comfortable. You frowned slightly as the realization hit you—this wasn’t your bed. You turned your head, your gaze following the room’s details: a surfboard leaning against the wall, clothes strewn across the floor, the faint scent of saltwater and cologne lingering in the air.

Panic bubbled up inside you as you shifted under the sheets, only to realize with a jolt that you were naked. You clutched the blanket to your chest, your heart pounding as your mind raced to recall how you ended up here.

Then, you heard it—a soft rustling beside you. Your breath hitched, and you turned slowly, almost afraid of what you might see. Lying next to you, still asleep, was Rafe Cameron. His chiseled features were softened in sleep, the usual hard edge gone from his face. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, one arm draped casually over the pillow between you.

Memories of the night before started to flood back. The party at Tannyhill had been wild, the music loud, the drinks flowing freely. You remembered Rafe’s intense gaze from across the room, the way he’d looked at you like you were the only person there. You’d danced together, laughed together, and one thing had led to another…

Your pulse quickened as you replayed the night in your mind. The stolen glances, the whispered words, the way he’d pulled you close, his hands warm against your skin. You hadn’t planned for things to go this far, but once you were alone with him, the chemistry had been undeniable.

You watched him now, still fast asleep, and wondered what would happen when he woke up. Would he regret it? Would he want to pretend it never happened? Or… would this be the start of something more?

You shook your head, trying to quiet the anxious thoughts swirling in your mind. Carefully, you began to slide out of bed, trying not to wake him. But as you moved, his hand reached out, catching your wrist. You froze, your eyes snapping to his face.

Rafe’s eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he looked up at you. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His grip on your wrist was gentle, but firm enough to keep you from pulling away.

“Morning,” you whispered back, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t read his expression, couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it made you nervous.

He studied you for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, he tugged you back down beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist. “You don’t have to go,” he said softly, his voice sincere. “Stay a little longer.”

You hesitated, but the warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, this didn’t have to be a mistake. Maybe it could be the beginning of something neither of you expected.

With a small, shy smile, you nodded and settled back into the bed. Rafe’s arms tightened around you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace. Whatever came next, you’d face it together. For now, though, you were content to stay right where you were.

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Beneath the surface

Summary : Rafe Cameron has always been intense, but there's a darkness within him that few ever see. For a long time, he managed to keep it buried, but not anymore. You’ve always known he had a mean streak, but you never thought it would be directed at you. Now, you're about to see just how rough and physical he can really get.

Warnings : Physical and emotional abuse, Dubious consent, Manipulation and Power imbalance, Violence, Dark themes

You’ve always been drawn to the fire in Rafe Cameron's eyes, the way he carried himself with an arrogant confidence that could both repulse and attract. He was a storm you couldn’t help but walk into, even if you knew you’d end up drenched.

Tonight was no different.

The tension between you had been simmering for weeks, every conversation laced with barely concealed anger, every touch tinged with something darker. But tonight, something had snapped in him. You saw it in the way his eyes flashed when you disagreed with him, in the way his jaw clenched tight enough to crack.

You weren’t backing down though, not this time. You were tired of his domineering attitude, of the way he treated everyone like they were beneath him. You couldn’t let him think he could treat you the same way.

“Stop it, Rafe,” you said, voice low but firm. “You’re not going to scare me into doing what you want.”

He laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound that sent a chill down your spine. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you?” he sneered, stepping closer, his tall frame towering over you. “You think you can handle me?”

Your heart raced, but you stood your ground, even as he closed the distance between you. His hand shot out, gripping your chin with a force that made you wince. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, voice dripping with menace.

You tried to pull back, but his grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. “Rafe, stop,” you said, but your voice wavered, betraying the fear you were trying so hard to hide.

“Why?” he taunted, his eyes dark and wild. “Afraid you might like it?”

Before you could respond, he pushed you back against the wall, the impact knocking the breath out of you. He was on you in an instant, his hands rough as they pinned your wrists above your head. His body pressed against yours, trapping you in place.

“I’m done playing nice,” he growled, his lips brushing against your neck as he spoke. “You’re mine, and it’s time you learned what that really means.”

You shivered, a mix of fear and something else washing over you. Rafe’s touch was rough, his movements aggressive, but there was an undeniable heat between you, one that you hated yourself for feeling.

“You’re hurting me,” you whispered, hoping that would make him ease up, but he only smirked, his grip on your wrists tightening.

“Good,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Maybe that’ll make you listen.”

Rafe’s mouth was on yours before you could protest, the kiss hard and punishing. He didn’t kiss you like he loved you; he kissed you like he wanted to claim you, to mark you as his.

You tried to turn your head, to break away, but he wasn’t having it. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could look into your eyes. “Don’t fight me,” he warned, his voice dangerously soft. “You won’t win.”

You glared at him, refusing to give in, but your resolve was crumbling. He could see it in your eyes, and it only fueled his dark desire.

“See?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a mockery of a gentle kiss. “I knew you’d come around.”

But this wasn’t coming around. This was Rafe using his strength, his power, to get what he wanted, and it terrified you how easily he could do it. How easily you could fall for it.

“Rafe,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Please.”

Something flickered in his eyes then, a brief moment of hesitation, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “You think I’ll stop because you’re scared?” he asked, his tone cold. “You think that matters to me?”

You didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. You were too consumed by the fear, the confusion, the way your body was betraying you, responding to his rough treatment in ways you didn’t want to admit.

Rafe’s grip loosened slightly, but his presence was still overwhelming, still suffocating. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “You’ll learn to love this,” he whispered, a promise laced with dark intent. “You’ll learn to love me.”

And in that moment, you knew it wasn’t just a warning. It was a threat. Because Rafe Cameron wasn’t just mean, rough, and physical. He was dangerous. And now, you were trapped in his darkness.

Whether you could find your way out... that was something only time would tell.

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The edge of the island

Summary : On a summer night in the Outer Banks, you find yourself caught in a dangerously seductive encounter with Rafe Cameron, where desire and danger collide.

Warnings : Sexual content (no actual smut!), Power dynamics, Kinda dark themes, Very mild aggressive behaviour in interactions

This is my first post so let's be nice please! 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

The air in the Outer Banks was definitely not thin, the opposite at that. It was thick with the scent of saltwater and wild jasmine, mingling together as the summer sun began to slowly set. The parties on the island were infamous and tonight was no different. The sound of laughter, giggles, glasses clinking and music echoed through the night as you found yourself wandering towards the darker side of the beach, away from the bonfires and revelry.

You weren't sure why you had come. Something about the night felt weirdly different, a pull you couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was the whispers you had heard, the one about the pouges and the Cameron's. The island was full of stories, but none were as exciting, as dangerous, as the ones surrounding Rafe Cameron.

The Cameron estate loomed in the distance, half hidden behind the tall palms and thick foliage, but you knew the path well. You had been there before-many times, in fact. But tonight the mansion felt more ominous, as though it was holding its breath, waiting for something. Or someone.

"Looking for something?" a voice drawled from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

You turned, your breath hitching as you came face to face with the man himself. Rafe Cameron. His blond hair was slightly tousled, and there was the signature smirk tugging at his lips, the one that made your heart race in equal parts fear and excitement. His eyes dark and hooded, raked over you with an intensity that made your knees weak.

"I think I found it" you breathed out, your voice steady, though you could feel the wild fluttering in your chest.

Rafe's smirk deepend, a wicked glint sparkling in his eyes as he stepped closer, his body heat radiating into the space between you. "You sure about that?" he murmured, his voice low, the words laced with a seductive challenge.

Before you could answer, his hand was on your waist, pulling you against him. Sudden contact stole your breath, your body molding to his as if you'd been here a thousand times before. His touch was firm, possessive, the heat of his skin searing through the thin fabric of your dress.

"Rafe," you whispered, the sound of his name on your lips feeling both like a prayer and curse.

He dipped his head, his lips ghosting over your neck, just enough to make you shiver. "You've been playing this game for a while now," he said, his voice rough and dark, each word sending sparks down your spine "but do you even know the rules?"

Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin just under your ear, his hand sliding lower, fingers pressing into the small of your back. "Maybe I don't care about the rules," you manage to say, your voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and desire.

Rafe chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, vibrating through you. "That's were it gets interesting," he murmured, his lips brushes against yours in a tantalising tease that left you aching for more.

You could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as if the very night was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Rafe's hand moved with a slow deliberate intent, each touch a promise of something more, something darker. His lips finally met yours, not with the soft, tentative pressure of a first kiss, but with a raw, hungry intensity that sent shockwaves through your whole body.

He kissed you like he was claiming you, like you were a prize he had been hunting, and now that he had you, he wasn't letting go. His hands roamed your body, exploring with a kind of urgency that matched the wild rhythm of your heartbeat.

As his mouth moved against yours, his hands slid up your thighs, his fingers trailing heat in there wake. The darkness of the night closed in around you, the world shrinking down to just the two of you, to feel his body pressed against yours, the taste of him on your lips.

Rafe pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath ragged. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice low and rough, the words sending a thrill of anticipation through you.

Your answer was immediate with no hesitation, "I want this" you breathed, your voice heavy with the same dark desire that mirrored in his eyes.

His lips crashed against yours once more, the kiss deeper, more intense, as if your words had unleashed something in him. And on that moment, nothing else mattered, not the whispers, not the danger, not the darkness that surrounded him. All that mattered was the way he made you feel, the way he was unravelling you with every touch, every kiss pushing you closer to the edge of something thrillingly unknown.