hypnosis : s2!rafe has to handle some guys that were talking down on his bambi.
warnings : lots of cursing, rafe beats a group of guys up, a little nsfw at the end (not a lot but soon!)
story type : fic / drabble !
a/n : i’ve reached 280 followers! this is so mind blowing to me, thank you all so much for all of the support! i’m so glad you guys are enjoying these! i love you all so very much! and also, bambi calling rafe ‘my hunter’ is canon and i won’t be told otherwise.🤍
(you get it cause she’s the deer and he’s the hunter.. yeah.)
rafe loved bambi, but of course he wouldn’t admit it (even though it’s painfully obvious) out loud to anyone besides her. and that ladies and gentlemen is the reason why he spoils to the fuck out of her, new shoes, new clothes, trips to the zoo to see her weird looking animals, and even getting her little beetle car wrapped in a pretty light brown per her mention.
and he’d be damned if anyone were to disrespect him or his girl.
well today was like any other friday for the almost couple, bambi has driven to the country club to meet rafe so she could watch him play some rounds of golf - or mostly for the free drinks and watching his muscles flex with each swing.. but who’s business other than hers is that?
and also like usual, rafe had some work to do and ordered bambi to meet him at the country club, get a little flute of champagne to keep herself occupied, and just kick back and wait for him to arrive.
and she would’ve done just that…
if she didn’t hear a group of guys laughing obnoxiously at her and rafe’s table. but here’s the kick, she heard rafe’s name flow so effortlessly out of their mouths. “ — right, man i’m telling you, she’s hot as fuck, rafe is a lucky man but shit is she making him soft.. i mean i asked him if he could grab me some stardust, and you know what he told me?”
“he told me ‘i don’t do that shit anymore, don’t want my bambi getting involved with that.’ he’s pussy whipped!” she had heard about ‘stardust’, but of course rafe had told her ‘not to worry her pretty little head about it’, “man that pussy must be magical, cause you can’t catch me quitin that shit for a quiet bitch. he needs to go back to fuckin’ the girls with the big tits and never gave a fuck!”
that’s what really set bambi off, what made the tears flow from her big bug eyes, what made her run out of the country club and into her small car, and before she can even start it up, she’s violently sobbing into her hands to the lowered sound of ‘Picture you’ by Chappell Roan (queen mama.)
yet even with her favorite music artist playing in the back, she can’t help but tune it out on her drive all the way back to her home in tanneyhill, just a few blocks down from rafes house where he’s probably still finishing up his work, but she can’t help but not pay attention to it - or the fact that he’ll probably blow up her phone within seconds of arriving at the country club.
and her prediction was right, once she’s already rushed into her house, took off her cute checkered dress, white sweater and uggs that rafe had bought her, her phone was blowing up with messages from rafe, but she knew his friends were right, she’s soft… she’s holding rafe back, and now she knows.
from ; my hunter🤍
i’m here baby.
i ordered you that red drink with the cherry and red shit.
don’t remember what it’s called lmfao.
where are you?
???
hello?
bambi?
where are you bambi?
seen just now
she watches with ease as the texts bombard her phone, yet she clicks the electronic closed, leaving rafe worried that something had happened to her on the drive to the country club. but she doesn’t really care, she wants to be left in her solitude with her tears.
bambi is sleeping peacefully when shes suddenly awoken by a warm pair of hands rubbing at her back, but she doesn’t move an inch - who the hell is inside of her house? “bambi? there you are kid,” oh, she recognizes the voice — it’s her favorite if she’s gonna be honest, rafe.
“hm..” she hums softly, “where the hell have you been bambi? was waitin’ for you.” he slides into the bed, even after she shrugs her shoulders “what’s goin’ on with you bambi?” - she doesn’t have an answer for him, which makes her feel sick to her stomach — she wants to tell him, she really does, but she just can’t find the words.
“i’m not good enough for you… i-im…” that sentence alone makes rafes heart quiver, “what the — the hell are you talkin’ about bambi? why the fuck are you sayin’ that shit?” he grabs her chin, forcing her eyes on his blues - and he feels absolutely defeated when he sees the red, puffy doe eyes that add to her features.
“i heard some boys at the country club talking… t-the guys you play golf with that one night…” rafe already knew where this was going, and he wasn’t happy about it.
at all.
“and they said that i made you soft… and that my pussy must be magical and that’s the only reason you’re with me…” his heart shatters into a zillion little pieces when the words leave her words, how could anyone ever say that about her? someone so sweet, and caring? “that’s… that’s not true baby, you know that.”
“i don’t rafe… they’re right — im not like the girls you’ve had before, they’re more..confident, a-and pretty. i’m just… me.” rafe is holding every physical bone in his body not to storm over to the country club and beat them all to a pulp. “listen to me bambi.” he takes her face in his hands, his signet ring cold against her skin - but she doesn’t seem to care when he’s looking at her like she’s the only girl in his eyes (she is.)
“you’re everything i want honey, i never would’ve talked to you if i didn’t think you were interesting, i love you, you. not any of the other girls before you. you’re perfect bambi, and i won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. and yeah, they’re right — that pussy is magical.”
“rafey! don’t say it like that!” she slaps his chest as they both laugh together - peace, they’re at peace. “wait…” she pauses, looking up at rafe once he pulls her into his lap, “you… you love me?” rafe simply looks up at her, leaning forward to kiss at her neck softly, “yeah bambi, i love you.”
“so does that mean… i’m your girlfriend?” rafe is confused for a minute, “i thought we were already dating bambi.”
a beat of silence rains over the two.
“you never asked me rafey! how was i supposed to know!” her well manicured nails, courtesy of rafe - scratching at the back of his head, she loves rafe, a lot.. and up until this moment, she was completely under the impression that they weren’t in a relationship..
although they do, do a lot of couple things… like rafe decorating the passenger seat of his truck to bambi’s liking, or — or whenever she’s cramping, he brings her a strawberry milkshake from the shady diner in the cut that he absolutely hates going to, but for his bambi - he’ll walk to hell and back if she asked.
so… maybe she did kinda know.. but that’s not the point!
“fine then bambi, will you make me the happiest and luckiest man alive and be my girl?” for a moment, there’s a beat of silence between the two, before bambi is suddenly crying. “shit baby - didn’t mean to make ya cry angel face.” of course, he’s quick to wipe the tears and catch her lips in his, loving the feeling of her trying to catch up with him.
“yes rafey! yes i’ll be your girlfriend!” she exclaims in between wet kisses, the lock to their newfound relationship —. “good cause i wasn’t takin no for an answer.” he’s quick to lean forward, kissing her plump pink lips with an exaggerated smack “now i can kiss you as boyfriend and girlfriend, no more friendly kisses.” the both smile like innocent children as bambi curls into his side, exhausted with the days she had (she woke up, got her nails done, and then went home and took a nap before going to the country club.)
“go to sleep my bambi, i’ll be right next to you in the morning honey.” he doesn’t even realize she’s already asleep until her nose is gently twitching cutely, a small habit he picked up on over the few months - he absolutely adores it, and he adores her, and now..
it’s time to find the dicks who made his girl cry.
the country club is getting emptier and emptier by the minute as the women getting tipsy with their girlfriends, and the men chugging down beers while golfing exit to return back to their homes in tanneyhill. but rafe, is just getting started.
hes immediately identifying the group of guys who made his bambi cry - some tall, bulky and not hot guys. psshh, this would be easy for him. “sup man.” he says as he approaches the group, placing a hand on one of their shoulders in a super non threatening way. “what’s up rafe! yo pogue, get my friend a drink!” rafe stops the guy; by the name of Jordan before he can call the pogue waitress over.
“nah nah, i’m not here to drink fucker.” rafe licks over his lips, his blood practically bubbling over through his seething anger. “i’m gonna tell you this once and you’re gonna fuckin listen yeah?” rafe says, grabbing jordan by the collar and lifting him right off of his chair. “you ever fuckin talk about my bambi like that again and i’ll sew your mouth shut. she may not be crazy but i am.”
rafe drops the shaking guy right into the glossy tile grounds of the country club, flicking the rest off as he turns away — making sure to whisper a snarky remark under his breath.
and the entire ride back to bambi’s, he can’t help but grin wildly because he knows bambi doesn’t know how truly crazy he is — and how willing he is to kill anyone who crosses her without her even knowing it.
a / n : hello there! i’m sorry for taking such a long leave, i’ve been going through some stuff but this is my apology! i hope you enjoyed this, and ill be getting into more writing!
hey not trying to be rude or anything but when are you gonna start posting again i live all your fics💗
hey!! no worries, not rude at all! i have a fic that im sooo close to finishing up! i’m hoping to have it out by tonight but it’s also my birthday so it might be tomorrow!💞💞
Bambi isn’t a reader it’s an oc. You give her hair colors and descriptions, taking it away from being any reader. please think about this before tagging.
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i understand what you’re saying completely! i apologize to anyone that agrees with this! i knew i would get these types of responses to it, and im very very sorry! i’m new to this, and i really am trying to improve!
hypnosis : bambi feeds rafe some fresh strawberries :)
warnings : sexual innuendo at the beginning, cursing!
story type : drabble!
a/n : ahhhh thank you so much for the request! i absolutely love this idea! and strawberries just so happen to be my favorite fruit! <3
“when the hell did they — fuck bambi yeah like that honey, - when did they plant a goddamn strawberry field?” upon hearing rafes voice, bambi is pulled from her task at hand — lifting her head from rafes hard cock with a comical ‘pop’. “rafey! rafey stop the car right now!”
she exclaims as she wipes her spit ridden lips with her pretty pink nails, making rafe groan out in annoyance. “for what — shit calm down bambi — gonna make me crash the damn car!” he shoos her hands that are slapping at his chest as he pulls the car over to the side. “now why the hell did you stop sucking.”
“because! there’s a strawberry field rafey! do you have any idea what this means?!” with a groan of annoyance and disbelief as he tucks himself back inside of his khaki shorts. “we’re not going to the fuckin’ strawberry—“
“you better make this fuckin quick bambi. lost a blowjob cause of this stupid shit.” rafe had eventually given in to the pout bambi gave him in the car, and god he couldn’t resist her and those eyes she uses to get him to do something for her (even though he never declines), he even gave in to swiping his card for an overpriced basket so his girl could pick her strawberries in peace.
“okay rafey!” she chirps happily, already skipping through the field packed with bright red strawberries, bambi’s absolute favorite, which makes rafe smile because he just loves to see his girl happy. his girl.. yeah he likes the sound of that now that he really thinks about it.
“ooo they’re so fresh rafey! come try one!” she holds up a strawberry and he can’t help but admit to himself that it does look delicious, even if it’s just a fruit. “shouldn’t you like.. wash it or something bambi? it’s got dirt and shit on it.” bambi simply rolls her eyes at his pickiness, before she’s practically shoving the fruit down his throat.
“it’s fine rafey! they’re just strawberries!” her smile is what pushes him to eat the strawberry fully, even if it tastes lightly of dirt and earth, anything bambi asked of him, he would do. he’d kill for her, buy the entire world for her if that’s what she wanted.
god he really loves her, rafe hasn’t felt love since his mother passed and his father remarried, but now, he finds himself smiling like a nerd during the smallest moments of them being together - like the time bambi had simply smiled at a tiktok of babies giggling? he swore he was going crazy because how could one person be so.. so bright, and beautiful to make the grumpiest man smile?
“thank you thank you thank you rafey! i love you soooo much! m gonna make some pie - and some cake and oh oh some smoothies with these! c’mon!” he smiles to himself again when she grabs his arm and pulls him back to his black truck. “yeah yeah, i love you too honey.”
that girl is gonna be the death of him.
authors note : thank you for the request! i had so much fun writing this, and i hope you like it too!
hypnosis : bambi is the only one who can help rafe sleep after a bad night.
warnings : it’s slightly mentioned that ward hit rafe.
word count : 308
it was late - rafe knew it, but he couldn’t stop the tapping of his finger against his bambi’s window, he knew she was probably sleeping, and that he’d probably go back home soon if she didn’t answer, but he needed to try.
“c’mon bambi.” he whispers to himself, praying to the Gods above (something he doesn’t do often) that his deer will open the window for him at the late of night.
he’s really about to give up - turn around, go back home and deal with Ward and his fist again. but, the creaking of the white window frame stops him in his tracks. “rafey?” she questions, rubbing her sleep ridden eyes carefully.
“what’re you doing here—“ before she can even react he’s stepping inside of her room - the white painted walls, her soft bedsheets with little flowers on it, the little figurines and posters hanging on the walls next to countless photos of flowers and deers and anything bambi might find amusing to her mind.
“got into a fight with ward, don’t — don’t worry bout’ it bambi.” he grabs her by her waist after shutting her window, hoping that none of her nosy neighbors were peeking through from the sound of his motorcycle pulling in down the road.
“need cuddles rafey?” she hugs him tight, something he’s started to grown fond of since he met her. “don’t.. don’t call it that.” she giggles, and even though her face is half illuminated by the small lamp she keeps on, he can see her bright smile that he fell in love with.
it doesn’t take long for the two to get comfortable on bambi’s queen sized bed, rafes head laying softly on bambis belly while she strokes his ashy hair carefully, “sleep tight rafey,” and with one last kiss to his forehead, the two fall asleep in their solemn embrace.
a/n : hi guys! here’s a second little drabble! thank you so much for the love on my last post, i didn’t expect it to get to much recognition but you guys blew my mind, and i appreciate it so much! i’m kinda short on ideas so if you have any suggestions please let me know! <3
hypnosis : bambi!reader who caught s2!rafes eye the moment he met her planting roses in the middle of summer.
warnings : cursing
word count : 456
authors note : hi angels! this is my first little drabble, and i really hope you’ll enjoy! if you have any requests for new characters, drabble, fics, etc. my requests are pretty much always open! i’m willing to write about most things so go for it! i’d also like to thank @cameronsprincess for reading this through, you’re amazing! enjoy <3333
“the fuck are you doin’?” rafe had wandered to far from home after a particular bad fight with his father, and in his red hot angry rage - he found himself in a small meadow somewhere behind tanneyhills huge forest. “hm?” the brown haired girl had turned to the voice, her hands muddy and earthy from planting the beautiful flower she adored so much.
“i said what the fuck are you doing?” the second time around he’s growing more annoyed that the stupidly cute and deer like girl ignored his question the first time. “oh! m’ planting some roses! they’re beautiful aren’t they?” she chirps, her pink and glossy lips curving into a huge smile.
rafe scoffs, crossing his stupidly large arms over his perfectly fitted polo - “why the fuck are you planting flowers in the middle of fuckin’ summer.” his comment makes the girl frown, why so mean? “you don’t… you don’t like my roses?” her once bright smile, and peppy eyes slowly melt into a soft, adorable pout.
“hey - hey stop that, i never fuckin said i didn’t —“ before he can even explain himself the tears have already started to flow down the girl’s beautiful rosy red cheeks - making rafe feel… bad?
no, that can’t be it. rafe cameron doesn’t feel bad, that’s for… that’s for pussies, well that’s what ward tells him.
“a’right stop cryin’ s’ not that serious.” he leans down and grabs the small girl by her shoulders, pulling her in for an awkward yet warm hug, one that he isn’t used to. “you’re fine kid.”
she sniffles once, then twice - then a few times more before he’s grown tired of the hug, pushing her body back gently to stand back up on his expensive shoes. “what’s your name.”
“it’s y/n” there it is, that smile that made his heart skip a beat at the first sight of her - “bambi.” she cocks an eyebrow at him, a giggle escaping past her glossy pink and plump lips, “bambi?”
“yeah, bambi. you look like a deer, and you’re lurkin’ in the middle of the fuckin woods like one of em’ so you’re bambi.” the explanation falls to short ears, she doesn’t care about why - she likes it, bambi.
bambi, bambi, bambi.
“do you want to… plant a flower? it’s very relaxing!” he wants to say no — he really does, but with the flutter of her lashes, and the way she pulls her lips in between her perfectly white teeth, it’s hard to resist it.
“sure — whatever, don’t make this shit take forever.” with a blinding smile she pats the spot next to her, beckoning that boy next to her, in which he sits carefully.
“so first you…”
‘well bambi, you’re my deer now.’
another a/n: i really hope you enjoyed reading this, and if you ever have any problems with what i write im more than welcome to critique and for you to request anything! i’m still trying to figure out this tumblr thing with how to put together a masterlist but ill get there eventually! <3
