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𝓇.cameron. ┆ babydaddy!rafe 𝓍 babymama!reader.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ lil busy 2day but i'ma try n get some fanfics out to yall tonight . <3

thinkin' about szn3 buzzcut!rafe bein' your babydaddy—he's more grown, a full man now, a leader and now in charge of his father's company. rafe takes the role of being in charge very seriously, he takes even more serious care of you as though you both are still lovers, still together. he'd do anything you'd ask of him—if you call him up crying and need him at 3 o'clock in the morning? it ain't even a problem, rafe is up in an instant, holding up his phone to his ear while trying to calm you down, saying sweet nothings and rambling about whatever the fuck nonsense he can think of to keep you from crying, while simultaneously rushing around his bedroom at tannyhill, frantically throwing on a black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. no matter what, rafe still acts like y'all are still together, that you're his girl, so no matter how little the problem actually is, rafe is dropping everything to go and take care of you. usually, he refers to you as his lil mama, his girl, baby... still desperately in love with you, and still tells his friends and family that you're his girlfriend, and that when the baby comes, he's gonna put a gorgeous, massive rock on your little ring finger and marry you. of course, you scold him for doing these things, always shy and sweetly bashful when rafe says such sweet, loving, romantic things to you and about you. and oh, you absolutely loathe but secretly love how he's always doting on you—you especially love that no matter when you ask for it (all shy n cute n shit, makin' rafe smirk) or how you need it, he'll give you a nice, hard fucking with those deep, long strokes that make you purr like a newborn kitten, or if you're needing a more gentle and tender touch, and some sappy words, then he'll give it to you all gentle and make love to you. whatever you need, rafe'll spoil his babymama without blinking an eye—you're gonna be the mother of his child soon, so of course you're still his girl, and if he plays his cards right, you'll be his little housewife even sooner.

rafe x gf!reader hanging out at his place and his toddler sister won't leave them alone but reader loves it because she's so cute 🥹

the scruff of a five o'clock shadow brushes against your thumb when you draw rafe in closer, noses knocking against each other when he goes to chase after the taste of your tongue once again. he huffs out a breath of air out of his nose when you whine into his mouth, fingernails scraping at his scalp. your lips are inevitably swollen, saliva dribbling out from the corner of your lips when you slide into his lap, sitting down on the aching bulge that pushes out from his unbuckled slacks, grinding with only the thin layer of your panties in the way.

"love this shirt," he grumbles against your mouth, thumbs melding into the bulge of your pelvic bones.

he's referring to the spillage of your breasts from the revealing t-shirt you're wearing, cleavage demolishing his need for imagination and delving headfirst into porno territory. of course, it had been for his eyes only, but it didn't stop the immediate twitching of his dick between his legs when you had stepped out of the bathroom to show it off.

however, before he can manage to wrangle with the button of your skirt to better wrestle it up your hips, there's a patter of tiny fists against his door. "oh jesus christ," he grouses against your cheek when you pull away.

"oh be nice," you admonish through a heavy breath, easing off his lap to adjust your clothing. "she just wants to spend time with you."

rafe groans, falling back onto the bed to run his hands over his exasperated expression. "she always fuckin' does this! why can't we go to your place or something?"

another eye roll from you, and you're opening the door, allowing the young girl to come barreling in with art pieces bundled in her fists. "rafe! rafe!" she gasps, excited, struggling in her ascent onto the bed. "look what i made at school today!"

you close the door once more, joining the pair and slipping into a free spot next to the male. "wow, you did this all by yourself?" you gasp in exaggerated wonder, taking the crumpled pieces of paper, which are splattered with finger paintings of various shapes and sizes. "these are incredible! i think we've got a van gogh on our hands, huh?"

the compliment soars over her head when she crawls over her brother's chest, poking her fingers into his jaw to get him to reveal his face. "uh huh!" she affirms, flashing her missing teeth. "we did it in art!"

rafe hums, taking a painting that you're offering him and taking a quick pass at it. "looks great, kid," he sighs, handing it back to the kid. "daycare was good?"

"school," she corrects with a scowl, unpleased with the categorization of herself into something other than actual education, regardless of his correct statement. "but yeah!"

"great." he snips, nearly groaning when she accidentally rolls over onto his lap. he shoves her off, albeit gently, and rises to go to the bathroom to fix himself up. "hey, listen, how about you go show dad, alright? sure he'd love it. we'll see you later, alright?"

"rafe!" you hiss in a whisper. "she can spend time with us.. i think it'll be fun!"

he clicks on the bathroom light, not bothering to turn around to answer you. "tell that to this thing you've left me with. it'll take forever to go down."