#bunny reader ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ ｡꒱ྀི১౨ৎ

[cameronsbabydoll]

SWEETNESS AND CONTROL — . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

The way you cling to him, all wide-eyed innocence and soft, fluttering touches, that makes Rafe want to both protect and possess you. You’re a contradiction—so pure and trusting, wearing ribbons in your hair, stockings that wrap perfectly around your legs, and a dress that hugs you just enough to make him want to keep you close. You walk around the house like a spring breeze, unaware of the effect you have on him. Rafe’s used to control, used to having everything in its place, but you? You’re something entirely different.

“You’re a handful, you know that?” he grumbles as you tug at the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him from his thoughts. Your soft puppy eyes look up at him, blinking innocently.

“I am?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey, and completely oblivious to the tug in his chest.

Rafe chuckles, though it’s not a laugh, more like a sigh that rumbles in his chest. “Yeah, you are. But that’s what makes you... you.”

You look up at him, brow furrowing. You’re confused, but only for a second. “Is that bad?”

“No,” he replies quickly, maybe too quickly, his hand brushing the top of your head as if that could calm the burning need he feels whenever you’re near. “Not at all, sweetheart.”

You smile, nodding, then settle in close to him, pressing your frame against his side like you belong there. You never hesitate, never question his actions, always so trusting, always so soft. It’s almost too much for him sometimes—how easily you slip into his world, how seamlessly you make yourself at home in his arms.

You tug at his shirt again, your fingers trembling slightly. “Are we going somewhere?” you ask, tilting your head, still not realizing the way his eyes darken when you speak like that, so innocent, so unsure.

“We are,” Rafe mutters, pulling you against him again, his grip tightening. “But you’re staying close to me, understand?”

You nod, your small hand slipping into his. “Okay, Rafe.”

He swallows hard, feeling that familiar ache. “Good girl.”

But it’s not just because of how sweet and soft you are that he can’t seem to get enough of you—it’s the way you look at him like he’s the one person in the world who can keep you safe. You’re clueless, yes. But that’s part of the fun. The more you cling to him, the more he’s torn between wanting to protect you from the world and wanting to drown you in it. And he knows, deep down, that if he pushes you too hard, if he breaks down that wall of innocence you’ve built around yourself, there might be no coming back from it.

But for now, though, he’s content with the way you look at him, like he’s the answer to everything. He presses a kiss to your temple, breathing in the scent of spring flowers that cling to you like perfume.

“Stay close, bunny,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

And as you snuggle deeper into his side, completely unaware of how tightly he holds onto his own control, he wonders if he’ll ever be able to let go of it for you.

[cameronsbabydoll]

TOO SWEET — ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

You don’t realize how ridiculous you look, how absurdly sweet—sitting on Rafe’s lap with your little ruffled skirt fanned out over his thighs, stockings stretched tight over your legs as you swing your feet back and forth. Your fingers toy with the ends of your pastel pink ribbons, lips pursed in a pout as you huff softly.

“I just don’t get it,” you whine, voice soft and sugary, tilting your head back against his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t he chase after her? He said he loved her.”

Rafe doesn’t even glance at the TV, at the rom-com playing in front of you. He’s too focused on you, your doe-eyed distress over a fictional couple. His palm is heavy on your hip, fingers toying with the hem of your frilly top, tracing absentminded circles over the soft fabric.

“‘Cause guys aren’t like that, bunny,” he murmurs, voice low, distracted. “They don’t always do the right thing.”

You blink up at him, wide-eyed, lashes fluttering. “But you would, right?”

His lips twitch. You don’t even realize what you’re asking. How easy you make it for him.

You stare at him with those big, glossy eyes, sucking on the straw of your strawberry milkshake like you have no idea how deeply you affect him. Like you don’t realize how helplessly soft you are in his hands, how utterly incapable of protecting yourself from anything—especially from him.

“‘Course I would,” he lies, dragging his thumb across the sticky curve of your lower lip, swiping up the last trace of strawberry sweetness. He watches the way your lips part instinctively, a quiet gasp catching in your throat, and he nearly groans.

“I’d never let you out of my sight, sweetheart.”

You hum happily, leaning forward to nuzzle your face into his chest, your small hands clutching at his hoodie like you need to be even closer, like you belong there.

And you do, don’t you? You just don’t know it yet.

“Good,” you mumble, lashes fluttering against his collarbone, oblivious to the way his grip tightens on your hip. “You’re my favorite person, Rafe.”

His jaw clenches, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head, holding you there against him. The scent of your strawberry-sweet shampoo clings to you, to the air between you, to the moment itself.

You don’t even notice the way he exhales slowly, like he’s trying to keep himself from saying something he shouldn’t.

Because you don’t understand. Not really.

But that’s okay. You don’t have to.

Rafe will make sure of that.

[cameronsbabydoll]

literally anything bunny reader i BEGGGGGGGGVGVV

I COME WITH A LITTLE SOMETHING!!!

“rafe,” you mumble, clinging to his hoodie as he stands in the doorway. “where are you going?”

he sighs, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “i told you, bunny. just running errands.”

you pout, blinking up at him with those big, glossy eyes, fingers twisting in the fabric of his sleeve like you’re scared he might slip away. “but i didn’t get enough rafe time yet.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, like he’s trying to be patient, trying not to smirk at the way you whine for him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“you just spent the whole morning on my lap,” he reminds you, amused.

“not the whole morning.” you nuzzle against his chest, pressing your face into the warmth of his hoodie, inhaling the faint scent of cedarwood and something unmistakably him. “it wasn’t enough.”

his hand slides up, fingers threading into your hair, playing with the soft ribbons tied there. you’re so warm, so soft, so easy to hold in place.

“…you really can’t go an hour without me, huh?”

you shake your head, completely unashamed. “nope.”

his grip on your hair tightens, just a little. just enough to make you whine.

“fine,” he murmurs, low and rough, like he’s already lost the battle. “guess i’ll stay a little longer.”

you beam, pressing up onto your toes to kiss his jaw, your little hands still fisted in his hoodie.

because of course he’s staying.

where else would he go when you need him this much?

[cameronsbabydoll]

INTRODUCING BUNNY READER ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১౨ৎ

ribbons and bows. pure. ruffles. tights & stockings.

clinging to rafe. puppy eyes. clueless. gullible.

strawberry shortcake. spring. sweetheart. naive.

♡ too sweet

♡ clingy bunny

♡ sweetness and control