Happy House || Rafe Cameron X Fem!reader

Happy house || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: just a cute fic of the Cameron family being one big happy family and infatuated with you and Rafe’s daughter 🥰

Warnings: breastfeeding (?) apart from that this is all fluff

Word count: 1388

A/n: this was so cute to write 🥹🥹 loved writing the fact that the Cameron family is tight-knit and love one another

MASTERLIST

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“Got everything?” Rafe glanced back at you, his hands full with bags laden with mostly Mabel’s things. You hummed contentedly, one hand gently adjusting the bucket hat on Mabel’s head while her plushy little hands playfully reached for your face, her giggles filling the air.

“We’re not late are we?” You called out as the two of you boarded the Cameron’s luxurious yacht. “Hmm? Not really, they can wait,” Rafe grinned, glancing around as you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “They’re here! They’re here!” Wheezie’s voice echoed excitedly from above deck, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards you.

You shared an amused glance with Rafe as he shook his head affectionately. “Wheezie, slow down!” Sarah’s voice called out in a mixture of exasperation and amusement, just before Wheezie came bounding around the corner, closely followed by Sarah, Rose, and Ward.

“Hey!” You greeted them warmly, arms open for hugs all around. Wheezie and Ward gravitated towards you and Mabel, their faces lighting up at the sight of the youngest Cameron family member.

Wheezie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as she gently pinched Mabel’s cheek. “Hey, easy there,” Rafe interjected firmly, earning a glare from his younger sister, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay, Rafe, she’s being gentle,” you reassured him with an affectionate smile, his protective nature endearing as always. “Wanna take her, dad?” you offered to Ward, who nodded eagerly. “May I?” he asked softly, reaching out to cradle Mabel in his arms.

“Of course you can, she’s your granddaughter,” you chuckled, leaning in closer as Mabel reached out to Ward, her little arms outstretched in anticipation. You moved closer to Rafe’s side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice low with admiration as he whispered, “They all look so happy.”

Jesus, Sarah. Stop shoving your phone in her face,” Rafe groaned, his tone edged with mild annoyance as he watched Sarah snap yet another 0.5 photo of Mabel. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight, knowing that it was always Sarah’s candid photos of Mabel that Rafe eventually looked back on with a chuckle.

“Send them to me,” you mouthed to Sarah, who winked in response, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. “What are you giggling about, hmm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a smile, his irritation quickly fading. “Nothing, nothing,” you said, your smile widening. “Just excited to get to the island and have lunch together as a family again.”

Rafe’s smile softened, appreciating how much you valued these family moments. Before he could say more, Rose chimed in, glancing at her watch. “Okay, I think we should move this upstairs, don’t you think?” she suggested. Everyone agreed, and the group began making their way up to the spacious upper deck. The Bahamas sun was bright overhead, casting a warm glow over the yacht.

“You know, if you ever need a babysitter, I’m right here,” Wheezie offered, linking her arm through yours as you ascended the stairs. She batted her eyelashes playfully, making you giggle at her antics. Rafe, close behind, scoffed. “Yeah, as if I’m letting you look after my kid by yourself.”

Wheezie rolled her eyes dramatically. “And why not?” Rafe gave her an incredulous look. “Remember the time you almost burnt down the house because you wanted to heat up chicken nuggets in the microwave?” Wheezie huffs, “That’s not fair!” She protests, her cheeks flushing. “I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to put metal in the microwave!”

Your jaw dropped in mock horror as you imagined the scene. “Exactly,” Rafe said, patting Wheezie’s head with a teasing smile. “You’re not looking after Mabel by yourself. End of story.” He walked away, leaving Wheezie pouting with her arms folded. You squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Maybe you can help out when I’m around,” you suggested, trying to lift her spirits. Wheezie perked up a bit, her eyes brightening at the idea. “Deal!” she said, grinning.

~

“Guys! You have to tan with me, the UV rays are insane right now!” Sarah called out from one of the outdoor loungers, her phone in hand as she checked the weather app. “I’ll be right there!” you shouted back, finishing up changing Mabel’s clothes. You handed her to Rose and Ward, who eagerly took over entertaining their granddaughter with coos and smiles.

Rafe trailed behind you, intrigued by the idea of getting some sun. He settled next to you on the lounger, stretching out and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.“How are your boobs not saggy?” Sarah suddenly blurted out as she watches you tie up your hair, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Sarah!” Rafe hissed, shooting her a disapproving look.“Shit, sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask?” Sarah’s face flushed slightly, realizing the bluntness of her question. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding the situation amusing. Sarah joined in, her laughter a bit more nervous.

“I’m just asking. All my friends said that your boobs begin to sag because your baby is always sucking on them,” she explained, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “Which one of your friends has a fucking baby at your age?” Rafe interjected, his expression one of pure disbelief.

“None of them. They were just saying that,” Sarah shrugged nonchalantly. You giggled, reaching over to rub sunscreen on Rafe’s face where he’d missed a spot. “I think it’s different for everyone. I mean, I hope mine don’t sag,” you said, glancing down at your chest and giving them a light, playful touch.

“You have such nice tits, it’s really unfair, ” Sarah sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes against the sun. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly done with the conversation. “I’m putting my AirPods in,” he announced, inserting them with a huff as you and Sarah chuckled.

~

“Mabel, come here,” Rafe clapped his hands with a gentle yet encouraging tone. Mabel babbled happily, steadying herself before taking a few small, determined steps towards you and Rafe; you were nestled against his chest as you cheered her on.

“Keep coming, sweetie,” you cooed softly, your hands ready to catch her. Eventually, Mabel reached you and crashed into your waiting arms with a squeal. You kissed her chubby cheek affectionately, “Good job, baby girl!” You lifted her up in the air, as she squealed with joy.

Rafe took the moment to take a photo, capturing the pure happiness on both your faces. As Rafe looked through the many photos already taken, you couldn’t help but notice how Mabel lingered close to your chest.

“Are you hungry, bels?” You asked gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Glancing at your phone, you noticed it was about time for Mabel’s next feeding.

With Rafe still focused on his phone, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked through the photos of you and Mabel, you adjusted your bikini top and began to nurse Mabel.

Noticing the quietness, Rafe briefly looks down, his eyes widening slightly. “Jesus, kid,” he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching behind him to grab his shirt.

“What? Mabel was hungry,” you said innocently, as Mabel peers up to the both of you. Rafe didn’t mind you breastfeeding in public, if his baby girl was hungry, she was hungry. But he always made sure to help you cover up with a blanket when you puly down your top, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rafe’s gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching. “You should’ve let me know beforehand so I could’ve helped you cover up,” he murmured, adjusting the shirt and to peek at Mabel.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his concern and love. Mabel watched the two of you with wide, curious eyes as she nursed contentedly. "Next time I will," you assured him, reaching over to pat his thigh affectionately.

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hii first I just want to say love your work. but second, could it possible to ask for a small request with fluff? for Rafe? Like his reaction to his son or daughter saying ‘shut up mom’ as a prank to reader?

I’ve seen it on tiktok and just instantly die laughing, figuring his reaction would be if that’s okay?

hi!! Im so glad u like it ❤️ this is so adorable omfg

𝒮𝒽𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓅, 𝓂ℴ𝓂！

Older!rafe, strong language :3

“He’s gonna be so mad.” Your daughter giggles, you nodded and smiled with her.

“Oh, for sure.”

“He’s coming!” She squealed, looking out the window and running into her room and closing the door. He opened the door to Tannyhill, closing it.

He saw you in the kitchen, going to give you a kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey. How was work?” You asked him, a small smile on your face. He rambled on for a little bit, before sitting at the table, grabbing a plate of what you were making.

“D/n! Dinner!” You called her out, she walked out of her room and grabbed a plate, going to the table.

“Did you clean your room like I asked?” You asked her when she sat down, she rolled her eyes, not responding for a moment. Rafe noticed her apparent annoyance, glancing up at her but continuing to eat.

“No, I’ll do it later.”

“But I told you to do it hours ag-“

“God, shut up, mom!” She shouted, and you had to supress a smile at her acting.

Rafes movements with his fork stopped, he looked at her now, with furrowed eyebrows.

“Excuse me?” He asked, anger bubbling in his stomach already. She looked at him now.

“Who the hell do you think you are, talking to your mom like that? Go to your fucking room.” He said, voice raised.

“Dad-“

“Go to your room!” He slammed his hand onto the table.

“It’s a prank.” You finally burst out laughing, he looked even more confused. “It’s a joke. I told her to do that, rafe.” You and her both laughed now, watching his face contort into confusion and embarrassment.

He just shook his head, picking up his fork again.

“It’s not that funny.” He mumbled, looking at his plate.

“Oh, you were so pissed. That’s so sweet.” You told him, cooing. He rolled his eyes, continuing to poke into his food like a child would.

THE WAY PATRICK BATEMAN WOULD...

A Patrick bateman smutty headcannon list

Warnings; American psycho but he's rlly hot. Dub con. He's mean.

Enjoy!

Patrick bateman would be the kind to force you to video tape yourself masturbating with one of the toys he gifted you, he makes a tape of it just so he could watch it for later.

He's the kind to hate fuck you after you both get into a argument.

Loves to pull hair, bite, smack, and spit. He doesn't care for aftercare. He makes you clean yourself up while he looks at himself on the mirror

Patrick likes to take advantage of you everywhere and anywhere.

He loves to degrade you and humiliate you in bed.

Patrick buys you expensive lingerie just for him to cut it up and make u feel bad!

He likes to guilt trip and manipulate you into having sex with him. He proudly talks about how you are in bed with his co workers

He tries his best to make you cry everytime

Loves to bring a weapon with him to a hook up.

Patrick likes whenever you scream and moan out his name whenever he's fucking into you.

Period

Pairing: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,086

Summary: When watching a movie at Patrick's house, you stand up and notice a big red spot you left. What happens when Patrick finds out the mess you caused on his white couch?

A/N: It feels kinda weird writing for Patrick as a 'normal' boyfriend. Hope You Enjoy!

"I'll be at your place at 6 to pick you up. See ya, sweetheart."

Those words came out of Patrick's mouth before he left the small flower shop. You and Patrick have been going out for some time, yet to take the next step in your relationship, but he just invited you to a movie night at his apartment, and who were you to say no?

You were very excited, jumping at the counter as you continued to work and the moment your shift was over, you were out the door, running to your house down the street. As you entered your room, you looked at the clock.

5:20.

You spent the next 40 minutes getting ready and picking out a comfy, but cute outfit. You wanted to somewhat impress Patrick, but you already knew he was impressed.

A knock at the door caught your attention. You looked in the mirror, giving yourself a quick smile before going to the door. You opened it to see Patrick still in his suit from earlier, standing there smiling.

"Hey Patty!" Patrick kept a smile on his face at your nickname. "Gosh, you look so pretty, do a little spin for me." Patrick said, gently taking your hand. You giggled, doing a little twirling. "Well, got the movie ready at the apartment, just need to get some snacks on our way." You locked up your house and went to the car with Patrick.

-

After getting snacks, you found yourself taking the elevator up to his apartment.

It wasn't a secret that Patrick was rich. His car could tell it to you, but it still surprised you to see the place he called home.

When you walked in, it was spotless and it looked so modern. White, clean, and just like how he dresses.

Patrick grabbed the bag of chips from your hand, chuckling at your face. "Woah, this is your house?" You asked in disbelief. Patrick nodded his head. "Yep, only pay $4500 a month. Something light, y'know?" Your mouth dropped open, shaking your head slowly.

"Something light? You pay more than I make in 5 months. This is beautiful!" Patrick brought all the snacks to the small coffee table in front of his couch. "C'mere sweets, this is technically your place too." You made slow steps, taking a seat next to him.

You took your flats off, setting them aside while Patrick started up the movie, his hands going to pull you close to him. You snuggled up in his chest, bringing your legs up on the couch. Patrick had a huge smile on his face, seeing you so comfortable next to him.

You were very enthralled as you watched the movie, bringing a piece of popcorn to your lips every now and then. The movie was all going good until you felt your eyes begin to droop as tiredness took over you.

You fought to stay awake, knowing Patrick took the time to plan this night, but after working your shift for 8 hours and barely getting any sleep last night, it was bound for you to fall asleep.

As you watched a girl kiss a guy in the movie your eyes closed and black took over your vision. After a minute Patrick looked down to see you fast asleep.

You looked so adorable in his eyes.

He let you rest, continuing to watch the movie and eat the snacks provided on the table.

It was only after 2 hours that you woke up groaning, feeling Patrick move. When you opened your eyes you saw him standing beside you, fixing his suit. "It's 7, baby, let's go to bed, yeah?" Patrick said, walking to his bedroom, knowing you would follow him.

You let out a small yawn, standing up, but as you did, you felt a rush of gush in your panties. Confusion took over your face. Was it discharge? You turned around and to your horror you saw a huge spot of red on his couch. You gasped, instantly sitting back down on the spot as you heard his footsteps.

When did your period even come on? Why did it have to come now, especially at Patrick's house on his white couch!

“Love?" You heard Patrick call out. You awkwardly turned around with a smile on your face. "Yeah?" Patrick's eyebrows furrowed seeing your reaction. You were sweating and looking very nervous.

"You coming?" You hummed, avoiding answering his question. "I said, are you coming? I got a pair of sweatpants you can borrow in here." You didn't answer him, feeling tears come to your eyes. You know you have no choice, but to get up.

Patrick noticed how distracted you looked and walked over to you. "Y/n?" You looked up at him, your glossy eyes on display. "What's wrong? Talk to me, please." Patrick pleaded.

You let out a breath, looking down at your feet, while fidgeting with your fingers. "If I get up will you promise not to break up with me?" Now this had Patrick even more concerned.

Why would he break up with you? "Why would I- Yes, I promise." You closed your eyes, gulping as you stood up. You watched his reaction as you stepped away from the couch, ready for him to yell at you.

Everything in his house was expensive and for you to just mess something up broke you.

You looked at his face, expecting to see anger take over his expression, but instead he said, "Is this what you were so concerned about?" Shock took over your face, as he said that.

"Look, Patty, I'm so sorry! I messed up your couch, and it's white, and expensive, and I-I’ll try to get you the money back and I totally understand if you-" Patrick cut you off, grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss.

Patrick slowly pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes. "There's no need to be so stressed. I can get a new one, love. It’s nothing, I swear." The way he said it so nonchalantly almost made you giggle.

"Stay right here. Imma run to the gas station around the corner and get you some pads, tampons, and chocolate just in case you're craving anything." You didn't have enough time to say anything as Patrick grabbed his car keys and took off outside his apartment.

As the door closed, a smile came to your face. Who would've thought Patrick would be so supportive during your period.

ACHOO! BABY I’M SICK

starring….

jennifer check. miles morales. patrick bateman. maddy perez. miguel o’hara.

𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬

★ She’s definitely grossed out, and immediately stays away from you for at least a few days.

★ Though she gives in, and finally comes to see you.

★ She acts annoyed, and is nonchalant with all of your sneezing and moans about how terrible you feel. But deep down, she’s so sad to see her precious baby so ill and tortured.

★ The least she’ll do for you, is go to the gas station and get you soup in a can. But first, she’ll have to seduce the cash register to let her get it for free.

★ When you ask her for anything else, she’ll reluctantly do it for you. As you feel sleepy, she’ll give in and give you a kiss goodnight.

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘻

★ “Aww, poor baby.” She coos, while she rubs your hair.

★Whoever she was planning on hanging out with, like Cassie, Rue, or Feszco, she’s cancelling out on them, just for you.

★She goes into momma bear mode, and buys you some snacks, and make sure to take your temperature. You were so grateful for this, that you got such a beautiful, loyal, devoting girlfriend.

★ “Won’t Cassie be upset that you’re not there with her?” you asked.

★ “Cassie can handle a few minutes without me, tonight, it’s all about you.” She says, smirking her lips.

𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴

★ When you call him to tell him you’re sick, he immediately webslings over to your place, and goes to give you company.

★ He puts his hand above your head, and looks at you with such devotion.

★ “Won’t you get sick too?” You moan.

★ “Nahh, I won’t.” He chuckles.

★ For the whole day, he stays by your place, doing whatever you asked him too, from covering you with extra blankets, putting on your favorite anime, and just telling you the drama at school.

★ When it comes to saving the day, he has to make a choice between taking care of you, or saving Brooklyn.

★ “Miles.” You choke. “I’ll be fine— Go save Brooklyn.”

★ He sighs, before kissing the tip of your forehead and slinging away. “Call me if you need anything.” He calls, on the way out of your window.

𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯

★ Sends you $500 on cashapp, and texts you don’t talk to him when you feel better.

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖’𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢

★ When he hears of your sickness, he brings you to HQ, and carries you to the infirmary.

★ You complain that you want Miguel to be on your side, but he justifies that he has some multiverse work to do.

★ Eventually after many complains from Peter and Jess and you, he goes to visit you in the infirmary, and gives you a box of tissues, as well as some water.

★ He gives you some words of reassurance, trying to make you feel better at least. He makes sure that LYLA stays at your side, and tells him about your temperature.

★ When he takes his time off work, he goes by your side and caresses your face.

“Mig..” You groaned, then sneezed. “I.. I wanna feel better.”

He simply grunts.

“You’ll feel better, mi sol. LYLA and the doctors will take care of you. In the meantime, you need anything?”

You give him a cheeky look, and few minutes later, he comes back to your side with a bunch of teddy bears, soup bars, candy and chocolates, and a reaallll sour expression on his face.

“I wuvvv you, Miggy.”

Kyle slowly bouncing you on his cock after having you cockwarm him for the better part of an hour, tucked into him as rested his head back on the couch.

He got home a bit too tired to fuck you properly but having your cunt clamped around him long enough breathed a new life into him, prompting him to hug your waist with one arm, the other gripping the underside of your thigh and holding you up. So he can slowly start hammering his hips into your wet, slobbering pussy. You don't know what's louder, your whines or the lewd sounds your heat makes as it takes him in completely.

Swallowing him whole as you kiss and bite away at his neck. His soft lips brushing your ear as he gently coos at you.

"You're doing such a good job, darlin' ", "taking me so well", "so wet f'me" is all you hear as you approach your peak, your grip on his shoulders tightening and your nails, even through his shirt, surely leaving the claw marks he loves to admire in the mirror the next day.

You come around him, your whimpers muffled by his neck, and he follows suit a second later, fucking into you as you both come down from your highs, his seed spilling out with each thrust and forming a creamy mess where you're both still connected. His hard breathing tickling your ears as he hugs you even tighter to him.

When both of your breathing calms, he plants small kisses all over your face while brushing back the hair matted to your face with sweat. Your closed eyes fluttering open to take in his adoring expression, the small smile on his lips bleeding into yours with the kiss you both exchange before he stands up, with you still attached to his cock.

You yelp and hold on to his shoulders, although the chance of him dropping you is as nonexistent as the space between the both of you as you move to your bathroom.

"Let's get cleaned up, hmm love ? "