Bunny! Reader Whenever Rafe Is Being Mean ):

Bunny! Reader whenever Rafe is being mean ):

no like i imagine bunny!reader literally can’t control it. they’ll be standing infront of eachother whilst rafe lectures her and she just can’t stop 😭😭

“and—and it’s irresponsible, alright?” he raises his arm in emphasis and you stomp lightly. “because when you do shit like that, i’m the one who’s gotta clean it up. okay? not you, but me— rafe, okay?” he raises his voice just a tad and you stomp once more, louder. “and you stomp that god damn foot at me one more time and you won’t be able to stand on it for a fuckin’ week a’ight, so i suggest you dial it back now.”

rafe is the time of possessive to get all your things monogrammed with his initials/name. if he buys you a bikini, the bottoms have ‘rafe ♡’ so if any guy has the smart idea to take a glance at you, they’re immediately reminded that rafe is ever looming and watching them. you need a new phone case? he’ll make sure there’s a prominent ‘R.C’ in the middle. every necklaces are various sizes of the letter R. he’s probably paying a pretty penny to get bunny all the custom made lingerie she wants, but he makes sure to let them know it’s his initials being monogrammed and not hers. He wants the world to know who you belong to, but most of all he wants you to know you belong to him.

mmmmm this is so hot. special rafe merch just for u. “and what are you gonna tell people when they ask where you got that shit from huh?”

“gonna tell them it’s all you, daddy.” you grin up at him, so well trained. he gives your ass a slap of appreciation.

“damn right you will. tell ‘em you’re wearing that rafe, alright?” he calls after you as you happily skip off <33

how does rafe react if bunny started calling him ‘sir’ when they’re out mingling with his clients (she thinks she’s being super professional but doesn’t realize it’s riling him up😌💅🏻)

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it was meant to be professional, you were trying to sound business-y and like you knew what you were talking about as rafe pulled you around the room to socialise, pinned to his body in a little cocktail dress, practically eye candy, a fluffer for the conversations rafe was having.

you get the bright idea, and soon you’re softly responding “yes sir.”, “thank you sir.”, “thats a great idea, sir.” to anything rafe says. you think it’s working the way you want, too focused on the amused grins from the older gentlemen rafe was connecting with to notice the way your boyfriend shifts on his feet a little, unsure of how to react, chuckling it off with the other men.

it’s only when the group go to walk away, you feel rafes hand clasp your jaw. it’s a surprisingly soft touch from him, as he turns your face to look up at him, blinking down at you as he tries to figure out your game. the innocent look in your eye tells him you truly had no clue what you were doing, so he remains understanding.

“quit, okay baby?” he warns quietly and you furrow your eyebrows.

“quit?” you repeat, eyes searching his for an answer. he licks his lips, looking over your head to see if they were watching the exchange before shuffling closer to you, looking down at you.

“the ‘sir’ shit. it’s — it’s not needed okay? i understand what you’re goin’ for but stop. alright?” he raises his eyebrows expectedly and you pout.

“m’sorry rafe, i was trying to be profess—”

“professional — yeah, no i get it. but those guys,” he takes your shoulders, turning you to face the men he was just speaking to across the room, leaning down to talk in your ear. “those guys don’t get that… you know, and — and i don’t want them thinkin’ fucked up dirty things about my girl, right? because… they hear ‘sir’ and… they’re thinkin’ bout you on your knees alright — so… just knock it off for now. yeah?” he explains, as calmly as he can in his usual rafe-like manner.

“oh… right, okay. i’m sorry.” you turn back to him, searching his expression in hopes that he wasn’t mad at you when you were only trying to please him. he shakes his head, snaking his hand back around your waist.

“you’re fine, kid. soon as we’re done here i wanna hear you calling me sir again though. okay? can you do that for me?”

you grin, the prospect of getting freaky with rafe now on the horizon, motivating you to get through this otherwise boring event.

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i feel like rafe is so possessive over bunny!reader’s social like we know she loves her revealing outfits so taking photos he’s always lurking somewhere in them making sure her followers know she’s his

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if you wanna dress slutty, that’s fine by him. but on the condition that you make it explicitly clear that he’s your man. he’s gotta let people know he’s allowing you to dress like that, you know? hes more calculated than you’d think, ensuring to take your silly little outfit pic infront of a reflective surface, one where you can see his frame, shadow, silhouette, anything — taking the picture for you.

if he can help it, he’ll accessorise any of your mirror selfies by having his arm in frame, or his hand round your waist or on your ass. anything to let people know you’re spoken for, a constant reminder to the world of his presence. if he’s not managed to weasel his way into the picture in a subtle way, he’s hovering over your screen as you organise the photos you’re posting on instagram.

“tag me. yeah?” his eyes swoop over to you, like a warning. you giggle.

“you’re not even in these ones rafe!” you grin, continuing to press away, manicured nails tip tapping at the screen.

“uh, doesn’t matter— okay? give me that.” he takes your phone and does it himself, placing the ‘tagged’ arrow on each photo, tagging himself as your ass, your pussy, the random plant in the background. all sprouting a black box that reads as ‘ @ therafecameron’ if it makes him feel better, you let him get on with it.

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bunny!reader trying to do the “can u watch my bf” trend w rafe he keeps getting upset bc the camera is in his face while hes eating 😭

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he’s trying to peacefully eat his dinner when you prop the camera up infront of him, barely holding your giggles together as you say something along the lines of. “i just need to use the bathroom, can you watch my boyfriend for a second?” before disappearing. his eyes flicker between you and the phone, his chewing halting in confusion for a moment before his eyes follow you out the room.

“hey, c’mon quit that shit. si’down.” he commands through a mouthful of food before swallowing painfully, realising you’re gone. he looks back at the phone with a sigh, staring at himself on the front screen. “aaahhh…” rafe itches his temple awkwardly before moving his food aside and grabbing your phone. “m’not playin’ your games. i’m ending this, alright?” he grumps before pressing stop on the video.

you, who was waiting just outside the door huff and re enter. “rafe you’re not supposed to end the video! y’ruined it.” you pout, rewatching the video back distractedly.

“do i look like a god damn circus monkey to you? m’tryna eat my food n’ you should be too. sit down, please.”

rafe was never one for tiktok trends anyway.

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i need to hang off his arm like a cute little accessory