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kitscutie · 3 months

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public eye (drew starkey x fem!reader)

pairing: drew starkey x reader

warnings: none, all cute shiz and some sexy moments. ;) shotgunning smoke, make out.

summary: all the times the public thought the two of you were dating, and the one time they knew.

a/n: sorry I've been on such a long break, life got a bit busy recently but i'm hoping to get back into writing - especially for drew! also sorry if the use of arse scares anyone - im british x

requests open!

word count: 1.8k

You and Drew has always been close. The cast were aware, the fans were aware. Ever since season one of Outer Banks came out, and both of your statuses grew, people began to dig. Your relationship friendship dated all the way back to your teenage years, doing multiple high school theatre shows together, and going on to attend the same University.

This also meant that there were a lot of photos and videos of the two of you being stupid kids, and while you had never explicitly said you were dating, even denying it to this day, there were early on suspicions.

A main one being the hundreds of photos together at family events, arms wrapped around each other, in some his jacket thrown over your shoulders as weddings went on into the night.

Though, the more incriminating stuff came much more recently, as now people knew who you were and so what was and wasn't posted was no longer in your control.

→ Sleeping Angels

The first video to cause rumours was posted onto Chase's story. It was short, only fifteen seconds or so, meaning no one was really concerned about what it might cause.

It was clearly from the set of OBX as the trailer surrounding you was littered with both cast and crew members, all shuffling around while you and drew were the complete contrast.

The pair of you were lying (quite comfortably) on a leather l-shaped sofa in the corner of the room. You could hear what you assumed to be Chase and Rudy giggling as they approached, laughing at how tightly Drew held you to him.

You were wrapped closely into his chest, arms lying softly on his wait while on of his held the back of your head, the other tucked under your t-shirt (which was actually your characters wardrobe and not your own) sitting on your back.

They couldn't see your face, but judging by Drew's closed eyes they could assume you were asleep.

Ever so gently the boys began to take gummy worms from their pockets. Each placing one in both of Drew's ears, and finally one was wedged into his mouth which woke him up.

At first, he was confused, looking down at you but upon seeing you still asleep his eyes looked up, squinting to avoid the lights. Unable to hide their humour at the situation anymore Chase and Rudy burst into laughter, Drew joining but much quieter due to his sleepy state as he threw the gummy worms back at the pair.

The removal of his hand on your back is what brought you back to the non-sleeping world. Hearing a mumbled 'fuck off' from Drew as he smiled at the two boys.

"What's happening?" You mumbled, utterly confused, hair sticking up in every direction and Drew quickly attempted to smooth it down maintaining your dignity as you were filmed.

"Nothing. Ignore these idiots ba-." The camera quickly shut off, leaving the viewers intrigued. What had Drew been about to say? Was it an accident? It was all unclear.

Of course with obsessed fans it didn't take long for rumours to fly, the main one being that the words coming out of his mouth were to be 'baby'. They were right. Thought you wouldn't tell them that, not yet at least.

→ Poguelandia

The next clip to blow up and cause hysteria was the two of you at the Outer Banks season three event 'Poguelandia'. You had arrived together and explored together, alongside Austin, your arm linked through the two boys'.

You talked to fans, played minigames and drank. Drank a lot. Which you blamed for your obliviousness when acting a bit too close to Drew for someone who wasn't dating him. To be fair, he also could've avoided it and yet neither of you did.

It happened as the cast and close friends stood atop the exclusive stage, all singing and dancing together as bands played - especially when 'Left hand free' came on.

You mostly behaved for the first twenty minutes, dancing with Madelyn, Madison and Carlacia but soon you wanted to spend some time with Drew, tending to get clingy when tipsy.

You began your walk over as the video begun, Madelyn attempting to grab your arm but it was a futile attempt as now, with him in your sights, you were determined.

The girls looked concerned before Austin- who was stood with Drew- leaned over and whispered something to them all, waving off their concern as they continued to dance and the camera now panned to you and the much taller boy.

You were talking, pressed against the edge of the silver fence which kept you from falling as the crowd kept growing around you.

As you got bumped by an unknown person Drew wrapped his arm around your waist, offering you a sip of his drink which you gladly took but soon regretted as you realised it was beer.

He chuckled with a smirk already knowing you didn't like it. Then he said something, but as the camera was miles away the viewers began to assume, and being reasonable, it did look awfully similar to 'sorry, sweetheart' before you received a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Soon after you joking turned away in annoyance, facing the stage and beginning to sway, your front pressed against the fence, back against Drew's stomach. He wrapped his hand around your waist, beginning to sway with you and you could tell the Filmer subtly freaked out as the camera jolted for a few seconds before it zoomed in further.

It showed Austin wide eyed as he searched the crowd for anyone watching. Not seeing anyone he shrugged taking a sip from his plastic cup before once again dancing with a smile.

Unfortunately, he had been wrong and once again your and Drew's relationship was being speculated.

→ Italy

The final clip of you and Drew which went viral without real confirmation of anything more than a close friendship was while he was filming in Italy.

After being spotted out and about alone for months, suddenly you appeared by his side wearing a pretty sundress, once again arm linked through his.

He wore a cap and you both wear sunglasses, looking like typical celebrities avoiding being spotted, though now it was known he had been here for months it was near impossible.

You were stood calmly in a corner attempting to navigate the way to a restaurant you were going to try when a small group of girls approached you both.

They explained they were big fans of Outer Banks and both of your characters in said show, asking very politely for a photograph in their adorable Italian accents.

They began screen recording in order to be able to capture the whole interaction, as fans often did and it was decided you would take the photo as you were in the middle, the girls on one side, drew on the other.

The viewers watched as you took the phone, hand briefly passing the camera showing a thick silver band ring, in it was a delicately carved cursive 'D'.

As soon as the girls watched the video back and saw it they posted the video to Tik Tok, it garnering as much attention as you imagined it would when showing something so potentially interesting.

What they didn't expect, however, was the further observations. The most major being the necklace that had been in almost every photo of Drews for the past few years, the charm which hung from the end now looked weirdly similar to your necklace, and the viewers couldn't help but wonder if it was a matching one of his own, with your initial carved instead of his.

It was.

→ The Conformation.

The final and real proof to all the fans who suspected you and Drew may be together was a video of the two of you at a cast night out in South Carolina at a club.

The two of you were stood outside of said club, clearly trying to cool down as both of you faces were red, Drew's shirt unbuttoned at the top, his chest rosy must like his cheeks.

He was leant against the wall of the club, legs wide as you stood between them, hands placed on his hips ever so slightly holding his shirt between your fingers.

Your dress which was black and almost fully covered in diamonds shimmered under the moonlight and you could see mouth something along the lines of 'you look beautiful' followed by you leaning forward, burying your smiling face into his neck.

His hand, which wasn't holding a lit cigarette came up to hold the back of your head, throwing his own back against the bricks in a laugh, clearly finding your bashfulness cute.

Soon enough the conversation turned from casual to flirty, body language changing in a way so blatant, you could tell from the other side of the screen.

Your hands moved from his waist to around his neck, hands linked behind his head as his spare hand held your waist, thumb soothing over the fabric covered skin every once in a while.

Realising his cigarette had been left unattended for a while, Drew brought it up to his lips, inhaling deeply. A wordless conversation ensued between the two of you as he brought you closer, mouths inches from each other as he exhaled into your mouth.

The smirk was evident on his lips as you blew the smoke from yours in turn, quickly pulling you in once again - this time your mouths connecting in a speedy rhythm.

You struggled to keep up due to his height, stretching onto your tip toes even in the platform boots you had put on for this very reason. He realised this, laughing, eyes still closed and lips still next to yours as he decided to lean down further to meet you instead.

As the kiss grew more intense, tongues now making appearance and putting on a show for the whole street, his hands reached down (having long since threw the cigarette to the ground) holding your arse between his palms.

Sadly, your moment was put to an end as a relieved looking JD ran out of the clubs door, seeing the two of you.

He patted you on the back, a blush covering his cheeks - from the heat or the intrusion it was unclear - and said something to the two of you before leaving and giving you a moment to gather yourselves.

You both stood up fixing your postures and straightening each others clothes before you shared one final peck, soon after heading inside, hands entangled.

Soon after, the video was posted onto every single social media platform with the caption, Y/N L/N AND DREW STARKEY MAKE IT OFFICAL DURING STEAMY KISS OUTSIDE SOUTH CAROLINA CLUB.

If only they knew you had been dating for years and this was most definitely not the first 'steamy kiss' the two of you had shared.

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milo-manheim-luver · 10 months

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Surprise- dad!Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary: In which drew surprises his daughter at her kindergarten holiday after being away for work.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mean mothers 🥴, gossip

A/N: dad drew makes me melt 🫠 again idk how i feel about this. but oh whale. some friends wanted me to finish this so i did. NOT EDITED (bc i’m lazy asf)

Y/N and roslyn had just arrived to the elementary school located in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. Y/N opened the drivers door to her Toyota Venza, walking to the back door behind the passengers seat, opening it to reveal her and drew’s daughter roslyn. roslyn looked up at Y/N, giggling lightly as her mom unbuckled her seatbelt, lifting her up and out of the car, and grabbing her pink unicorn backpack.

“you ready sweetheart?” Y/N asked roslyn sweetly as she grabbed her daughter’s tiny hand. “yeah but is daddy coming?” roslyn asked shyly, as she looked up at her mother with pleading eyes.

“baby, i already told you, he’s still working on that project in Charleston. i know he wishes he could be here for your school party, but you know he can’t baby” Y/N had bent down, caressing roslyn’s face as she’d told her baby girl the bad news.

“oh. okay then. maybe next time?” roslyn sweetly smiled back at her mama.

“yeah, maybe next time. just remember he loves you so much and hates being away” Y/N cooed back to her and drew’s creation.

as soon as the two were done with their discussion, they walked into the elementary school, and to roslyn’s classroom. roslyn was only five years old, and was the female spitting image of drew starkey. she had the beautifully straight, dirty blonde/brown hair and his piercing ocean blue eyes. but she got her mothers softness and care free attitude. the perfect mixture of the two.

“oh hello ms Y/L/N! and little miss roslyn! are you guys excited for the easter party today?” roslyn’s teacher, mrs. richmond, roslyn’s kindergarten teacher spoke with enthusiasm.

“good morning! she couldn’t stop talking about how excited she is for today the whole ride here” Y/N smiled sweetly as she played with roslyn’s pigtails. Y/N bent down to roslyn’s level and continued, “go put your bag up baby and go play with maisey before class starts” and with that roslyn obeyed, and went to find her friend.

“Y/N could you possibly help set up the decorations outside the classroom, like in the entry way and hallway? some of the other mothers are out there now” mrs richmond had asked Y/N sweetly. mrs richmond was an older woman in her mid to late fifties. she had dark brown hair that had started to turn grey and was decently tall.

“yes of course!” Y/N smiled as she sat her purse down, on the round discussion table in the back of the classroom, but grabbed her phone out of it, shoving it into the back pocket of her dad jeans which so happened to be a pair of drew’s old jean from set. but of course she had to roll them as his legs were so abnormally long to her as she was roughly 5’4.

as soon as she finished grabbing what she needed she walked outside of the classroom, to the hallway near the classroom entrance, being met with all the other mothers. compared to the other moms, Y/N was pretty young, at only 24-years-old compared to them who were around 30-34 years-old. she knew that she was judged for being a young mother, but she never let them get to her. there, however was one other young mother, maiseys mother, aka roslyn’s best friends mother; stella. stella had maisey when she was 20, so her and Y/N connected quite quickly. stella had been the only one Y/N had really ever communicated with outside of school events. that was her friend. Y/N had met drew when she was only just barely 19-years-old. drew had come to kent university one weekend to see his baby sister brooke, and his dad, todd, who was the head females basketball coach. Y/N had been roommates with his little sister brooke, and had become best friends with her instantly. Y/N had gotten drew’s number early on and as drew had visited more and more that year, they’d started dating, and shortly after they started dating she’d become pregnant with their sweet bundle of joy, roslyn.

“oh hey, Y/N? it’s Y/N right?” daniella, another mother asked Y/N as she attempted to not give Y/N a judgy look, but failed miserably.

“uh, yeah it’s Y/N. so what are we doing out here today?” Y/N smiled sweetly, telling herself she wouldn’t let her facial expressions affect her.

“you and stella can go hang these little floating easter eggs down the hall” daniella asked, well more so demanded Y/N and stella to do.

and with that, Y/N and stella made their way to the end of the hall entry way to hang the floating easter eggs from the ceiling.

“so, how’s drew? is he coming today?” stella asked Y/N knowing how much Y/N and roslyn had been missing him.

“i’m not sure. he said he had to stay in charleston another week for some voice overs for the fighting scenes. who knows. but i’m not gonna count on it, only because i know how busy filming has been and how anticipated season 4 has been” Y/N stated as she focused on stapling the string that had an egg attached at the bottom to the tiled ceiling.

“okay, do you guys think her rings real?” daniella blurted out in a loud whisper to the other moms, referring to Y/N wedding ring.

“um, what do you mean?” becky, another mother who was a part of daniella’s posse asked back.

“like do we really think she’s married? that ring is at least 50k. if it’s real, plus her last name is y/l/n and between us ladies, her daughters last name is starkey, so why are they different?” daniella ranted on about her suspicions about Y/N.

“hm, i never knew that. that’s definitely weird” tracy, another mom in the posse commented.

“yeah, and when have we actually seen this ‘husband’ of hers? never.” daniella continued.

“honestly, she probably got knocked up young, and gave her daughter the fathers last name” becky chimed in.

“wait, have any of you tried looking her up on facebook?” tracy asked out of curiosity.

“well, duh” daniella stated before continuing. “but like everything is private. plus, the only thing that isn’t is her relationship status, and it says married, but not to who. even tried instagram, same thing there. both profile pics are of her on the beach or something.”

ever sense drew had started acting in bigger roles, she’d turned all of her social media to private mode, as she didn’t want the hateful messages her way, nor the paparazzi. she didn’t need it and roslyn definitely didn’t need it. it’s something she and drew had agreed on the moment she found out she was pregnant. she never advertised her relationship with drew publicly. of course drew advertised his with her, but with her consent. plus none of the mothers there knew anything about his existence directly so it didn’t matter.

“oh my god, are they still going on about my marriage?” Y/N giggled down to stella as the two women listened in on the not so private conversation going on just a mere 10 feet from them.

“ugh, don’t you just wish drew would come in today, just to shut them up?” stella laughed up at her as she continued to staple the floating easter eggs up and across the hallway ceilings.

“more to see the looks on their faces actually” Y/N giggled out before continuing, “or to see roslyn’s face when she sees her daddy” and with those words coming out of Y/N mouth, stella chuckled to herself as soon as she saw the tall, lean actor round the corner of the hallway, sending her a smile, pleading not to acknowledge he was there.

drew slyly came up behind Y/N as she stood on a classroom chair, on her tippy toes and all due to her shortness, stapling even more floating easter eggs to the ceiling. drew, grabbed Y/N hips, speaking, “sees who’s daddy?” he’d chuckled. Y/N gasped, and jumped back, but didn’t fall due to drew’s strong, muscular arms, catching her from falling. she turned around, looking up, facing her husband of three years for the first time in person in over two months. he’d been wearing a crisp white tshirt paired with his favorite navy blue carhart jacket Y/N had bought him for christmas, along with his usual blue jeans and iconic vintage green stussy hat. Y/N took in the sight before her, seeing as his hair had grown out to its mullet form, and his facial hair had also started to grow longer during the early spring months.

“shut up. oh my goodness, you scared me! and to answer your question, your daughter” Y/N yelped out as she smacked drew’s chest. he leant down, whispering, “am i not yours too?” and with that Y/N smacked him again, “joseph andrew starkey!”

“okay, first off, no hug, no kiss, no ‘babe, i missed you! oh my god!’?

“well, yes, but i’m preoccupied love. also we’re in a school right now and people are lurking” Y/N chuckled lightheartedly, as she pointed up at the ceiling full of her work. as soon as she said the first half of that sentence, drew engulfed her in a huge hug, squeezing his wife tight, head resting on top of hers. his arms wrapped around her waist. Y/N had her arms wrapped around his neck, as she stood on her tippy toes.

as the two lovers hugged, just ten feet away the little mom posse was watching and listening very content.

“did she just say starkey? isn’t that what you said her daughter’s last name is?” tracy asked daniella.

“uh, yeah. wow he’s tall” daniella spoke as she stared at Y/N and drew hugging. she chuckled coldly, continuing, “wait a minute…. that’s her daughter’s dad? him? she got with him? how? have you seen her?”

“maybe they’re not married? maybe engaged? i literally don’t understand it” becky questioned, as the three stood in disbelief.

“i wonder how old he is” daniella spoke her thoughts out loud as stella had come over to join the older women to give the the couple some privacy.

“he’s 29 and they’re married. have been for over three years” stella spoke to the women matter-of-factly.

“wait, how much do you know?” tracy looked at stella quizzically.

“she’s my best friend. i know everything. they’ve been together since she was 19. you guys have absolutely no shot with him so give it up already. they’re soulmates. she’s been with him every step of the way, she’s known him before everything happened” stella chuckled at how dumb these moms were to her best friend’s relationship.

“what do you mean?” becky asked quizzically.

“yeah, not saying anymore” stella smirked at the moms again.

back over at the couple, they broke away, as they each held the others forearms. “i missed my girls, ya know that?” drew spoke softly to Y/N as he stared down into her eyes.

“i know and we missed you so much. roslyn can’t even sleep without the stuffed tiger you bought her. says it reminds her of you” Y/N softly spoke up at him. she soon continued, “and i cant sleep without one of your hoodies on. thanks for the attachment issues” she teased.

“awww that’s so cute oh my goodness, i cant wait to see my baby girl” he cooed at the thought of his daughter.

“what about you? were you able to sleep well away from home?”

“i mean not really, didn’t have your body against mine” he spoke quietly as he saw the mom posse staring at the two of them. “could barely survive without your touch” he whispered into her ear, earning a scoff from from her in return, but he continued to speak “had to bring out the old pictures in my hidden folder”

as soon as those words left his mouth, Y/N had a light blush covering her cheeks, as she knew exactly what he was talking about. “drew! we’re in a school, tone it down” Y/N spoke up in a normal tone on accident. drew looked down at her, as a warning to her loud tone, nodding his head towards the moms. she immediately understood and scoffed at the thought of them listening. she couldn’t wait to face them now.

“but babe, in all seriousness can i please just get one kiss? i know we’re in a school… but fuck it. right?” he began to plead.

“hmm, and have the mom posse over still watch the show?” Y/N asked as she placed her right hand under her chin, thinking. she came up with an answer and began to speak again, “sure, why not. fuck it” and with that drew gripped her jaw sternly but gently, tilting it upward, caressing it, and dipped his head down to Y/N level, since he towered over her. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as drew placed his lips onto hers for a slow, passionate kiss, in which she reciprocated. the two of them just giggled after a second during the kiss as they knew the moms down the hallway were sure to be saying something about it.

“oh my god they’re kissing? in a school? with children around?” daniella scoffed in jealousy.

“i wonder what they’re talking about” becky thought out loud to the other moms.

“probably something you don’t wanna know. catch you ladies in the classroom” stella smirked proudly, mainly at the fact at how jealous the moms were. she couldn’t wait to talk to Y/N about their reactions to drew’s appearance.

as drew and Y/N finished laughing, Y/N spoke up, “well hunny, as happy as i am to finally see you in the flesh again, i think someone else will be even more excited”

“oh my god take me to my little girl. lead the way babe” drew chirped out so happily as Y/N started dragging drew by the hand towards the classroom. not before being stopped by the mom posse first though.

“oh, Y/N who’s this?” daniella asked in a sweet tone.

“this is drew, drew, meet some of the other moms. daniella, tracy, and becky” Y/N introduced nervously. drew, however noticed early on how nervous she’d gotten, instinctively wrapping his left arm around her from behind, splaying his large left hand on her left hip, wedding ring exposed.

“hi, nice to meet you all. i’m roslyn’s dad, but i feel like that’s easy to figure out because she looks just like me” drew chuckled as he did a slight wave, as he’d said hi.

“so lovely to meet you drew! why haven’t we seen you around… like ever?” becky interrogated.

“well, i’ve been doing a lot of work stuff these past few months unfortunately. i have to go out of state for business a lot for long periods of time” drew spoke, beating around the bush; his job.

“oh so what do you do for work?” tracy jumped into the conversation to draw as much information out of drew as possible.

“uh… i’m actually an actor” he blushed as he became a bit nervous, letting random strangers know of his job.

“hey, uh if you don’t mind, we’re gonna go see our daughter. he hasn’t seen her in over two months and she really misses him” Y/N sassily spoke to the mean mom posse.

“oh- uh yeah. right” daniella stuttered out as she became slightly embarrassed in front of the couple.

“take me to my baby girl please” drew smiled down to Y/N, who in return started to walk away, grabbing his large right hand into her left and dragged him into the classroom.

as Y/N opened the classroom door slowly, she could sense how excited drew was to see his daughter again due to his urgency, softly pushing Y/N ahead. “hurry up baby” he urged softly into Y/N ear from behind her as he bent down to her level.

as drew neared his daughter, who’d been sitting in her tiny chair at her tiny desk, he spoke up softly as he squatted his large frame down, “hey angel, what are you drawing right now?” as he pointed to the piece of paper roslyn had been drawing on.

roslyn simply dropped her crayon, slowly turning to her right to be met face-to-face with her daddy who she’d been missing for the past two month. her mouth opened as it began to quiver, as fears brimmed her blue irises. “d-daddy? you’re home?!” she stuttered out as she began to sob, attempting to put her tiny arms around drew’s neck.

“aw babygirl, don’t cry. are you trying to make daddy cry too?” drew cooed as he lifted roslyn into his arms, standing up with her crying into her neck. drew’s heart clenched so type at the sound of his precious little girls happy cries. “and yes baby. i’m home. i got done with filming early” he continued to coo as he cradled her tiny head against his neck, shushing her weeps.

with that, roslyn lifted her brown head of hair to look up at her father as her tears began to dry up, only to be met with her father’s face. tears brimmed his striking blue eyes, making the tiny girl twist her face in worry, wiping away any tear of his that fell. “don’t cry daddy. please don’t cry” she pouted as drew let out a chuckle at her words.

“happy tears my little girl…. happy tears. i promise. i missed you so much. you’re my little princess. ya know that?”

“what about mommy? what’s she?” the young child asked her father. “well, she’s my queen, and you’re our princess. how does that sound?” he smiled right at her, as she wrapped her arms around his neck again.

“i love that. i want a puppy. don’t princesses have puppies?” she questioned as drew let his head fall back in laughter of joy.

“we will think about that. yeah?” he smiled down to his little girl again.

“mmhm” she hummed in response, as Y/N approached the two loves of her life with adoration filled in her eyes. she was most happy seeing her daughter and her daughter’s father reunite. every time she witnessed it her heart was filled with pure love and bliss. nothing could compare to how she felt when the two were together.

Y/N walked up behind drew and to his side, brushing roslyn’s light brown hair from her face and behind her ear, as she smiled at the two, who looked back at her. “you good drew?” Y/N asked as she smirked at her husband who still had a few years every now and then leak from his eyes. she brought her soft, dainty hand up to his face to wipe them away as he smirked at her, still cuddling their daughter in his arms.

he simply responded with a sincere smile, “i’m just happy to be back with my two girls”

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luversgirl · 3 months

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DREW STARKEY REC LIST (mini edition)

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

— my voice will haunt you ☾

— let me spoil you ❀

— interrupted ✧

— flights ☾

— jealousy, jealousy ❀

— lost in japan ☾

— up the hill ❀ (suggestive)

— honeymoon ❀

— behind the scenes ☾

— hands to myself ✧

— teen vogue ❀

— drunk in love ☾ (suggestive)

— surprise ❀ ☾

— boyfriend ❀

— birthday dinner ☾

— breath baby ✧

— the way you make me feel ☾

— kinda famous ❀

— flying home from italy ✧

— camera shy ☾

— and action ❀

— 🧎‍♀️ ✧

— childish game ☾

— arguments ✧

— paris love ❀

— just trust ❀ ☾

— bereal ✧

— public eye ☾

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 year

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Hells Angels

Pairings - Biker!Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary- A group of men get a bit handsy with you.

Warnings- Mention of Bike clubs, fighting, Sexual intercourse, language. (18+)

A/n- biker!drew will be the death of me, writing another one right now that is spicy and he’s mean!

You had picked out the cutest outfit, you wanted to look good for Drew tonight. You were meeting each other at the local bar, you both usually went there on Friday nights.

You’d have a few beers and play some pool, usually his bikie friends would come say hey and you loved them. They were the nicest bunch of guys, a few of their girlfriends would show up and they weren’t too bad either.

You had showed up 15 minutes early, chatting with Veronica behind the bar and catching up on her love life. Which was an absolute shit show, but you’d never say that to her.

You weren’t even paying attention to your surroundings until a hand touched your bare bicep and you jumped at the contact, expecting it to be Drew. You turned with a big smile which fell when you noticed three guys staring at you.

“Hi?”

They made eye contact briefly and looked back at you, moving to surround you. Panic sets in immediately, your throat closing in. “Hey dollface”.

Bile rises in your throat at the nickname, crossing your arms against your chest and standing tall. They weren’t much taller than you thankfully, unlike Drew who towers over you.

“Can you step back please” you asked, you could feel the movement of Veronica behind the bar. She slammed a glass down on the bench and coughed loudly. “Guys, ease up okay”.

They looked behind you and took a tiny step back, however still too close for comfort. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a bar like this?”.

Your brows furrowed at his comment, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the brat coming out of you. You didn’t want to make things worse, Drew would be here soon. You needed them to back off now.

“I’m waiting for someone”

“Let us keep you company until then”

“No, I’m okay”

“Oh come on dollface”

The taller one's hand makes contact with your waist, clenching his fingers across the material of your jeans and pulling you closer to him. The palms of your hands hit his chest, pushing roughly to keep a distance between your faces. “Get off me”.

Veronica throws a rag across the bar hitting one of them in the face. “Get the fuck out of my bar now” she shouts, pointing to the door. “Oh come on V, we are just having some fun”.

They ignore her protests and look back to you, the other one runs his fingers across the material of the corset. A shiver runs through your spine, disgust washing over you. “You need to get your hands off me… my boyfriend will be here any minute ”.

The guy in front of you tugs harder until you're as close to him as possible, his lips hovering over your ear. His hot breath sends a shiver down your spine, your fingers wrapping around his throat.

“Oi!”

The body of the man shudders at the sound of Drew, and the squeeze you have around his throat, eyes searching for him.

Drews face is beat red, leather jacket hugging his frame. He looked good but anger radiated off of him. “Get.the.fuck.off my girl NOW!”.

He is taking big steps, all three guys step back the moment they see who it is. Fear flashing behind their eyes when they see the patches littered on Drews jacket.

He was well known around here, leader of the hells angels. Nobody fucked with the hells angels. Nobody fucked eithe Drew’s possessions.

“Oh no no, we didn’t realise she was with you!” One of them pleads, his hands fly up in surrender and he’s stepping further and further away from you.

With a click of Drew’s fingers the club surrounds them, the music stops and eerie silence fills the pub. People not associated with the club begin to leave, murmuring between the crowd, they get the hint that blood is about to be drawn.

The three guys cower behind tables, Drew’s eyes meet yours. “Go outside baby” he demands, a sweetness overpowers his authority. He steps towards you and runs his fingers against your bicep, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek.

You grip his jacket, pulling him closer. “Please Drew, let’s just get them to leave. We don’t need to end the night like this” you beg, you hated when a fight broke out. You hated blood, you hated the screams. You hated not knowing if Drew was okay.

“Outside”

“Drew!”

“Outside now or I’ll get Marc to throw you over his shoulder and lock you in the bathroom”

You bite the inside of your cheeks and storm past him, your small frame hitting his arm on the way out. You didn’t like being bratty but you did not like being told what to do.

The sound of the door slams behind you and you walk towards Drews bike, pressing the palms of your hands into your eye sockets. leaning your frame against the bike.

The sound of glass smashing causes you to jump, pushing the tips of your fingers against your ears, you didn’t want to hear it.

Your eyes are on the door the whole time, waiting for him to walk out. But after 15 minutes it’s only Marc who exits, he doesn’t look like he’s been in a fight at all. He walks towards you and crosses his arm. “Hey chicken”.

“Hi” you whisper, dropping your hands from your ears and staring at him. It’s quiet, no sounds of yelling or glass smashing. “You know he only does this because he wants you to be safe”.

“Well… he doesn’t need to send them to hospital”

“Come on chicken, you know those guys would have done a lot worse if he wasn’t around..”

You nod your head, you know he’s right. Drew only does this because he loves you. He wants to keep you safe, he doesn’t want you to get hurt by assholes like that.

“I just hate the blood and the idea of someone getting hurt” you squeak, you hated how soft you were. Tears threatening to leak once again, your throat aching from holding it back.

“It’s better it’s them, than you”.

He’s right again, you would have most likely been beaten and assaulted down an alley if it wasn’t for Drew and the club. You had to be grateful, they were your own fairy godmothers. Just dressed in black and a little scary.

The door to the pub slams open, Drew storms towards you. You stand up a bit straighter, Marc turns to walk away and taps Drew on the shoulder. They whisper something, Drew’s eyes land on you again.

“Get on the bike”

You don’t argue and do what he says, he pushes a helmet over your head and clips it up all while keeping his eyes off your face. He takes a seat in front of you and you quickly wrap your arms around his waist.

His foot kicks at the side stand and he holds the bike up, turning the key. The rumble of the engine echoes throughout the street. The seat vibrates against your legs.

He doesn’t warn you like he usually does and drives off, your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. The wind swept through your hair, your arms tightened around Drew as he swerved around cars. The sounds of car horns rattled your ear drums, your heart pounding against your chest.

Anxiety bled through your veins, you hated this. You hated when Drew got angry, he let his anger out by being reckless. Usually you weren’t on the back of the bike when he was angry. “Drew! Please slow down!” You pleaded, your arms ache from the strength you used to hold on.

Tears well in your eyes, squeezing them closed to stop them from escaping. It will all be over soon. You’ll be in the safe confinement of your apartment.

He suddenly clicks to how reckless he’s being with you on the bike, he’s slowing down as he comes to your apartment. He wastes no time and jumps off, practically ripping you off the bike.

“I’m so sorry baby… I shouldn’t have driven like that with you on the bike” he whispers, he scoops your face up and presses his lips to your forehead, your arms wrapped around his waist. “So stupid of me, I’m so sorry”.

“It’s okay, you were angry”

“Doesn’t mean I can take it out on you… it wasn’t your fault those pricks touched you”

“Fucking assholes… won’t be touching anyone for a long time”

You screwed your face up as the mental images that flashed in your brain, you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him. Thanking him for keeping you safe, he picked you up bridal style and walked you towards the door.

“For such a big bad bikie you're awfully soft” you giggled, pinching his cheeks. He gives you a wide grin and walks you inside, he steps into the lounge room and throws you to the couch.

Crawling his way up your body. “I’ll show you soft” he growled, pressing his lips to yours hungrily. His tongue nudging its way into your mouth, his fingers fiddled with the lacing at the back of the corset. “This thing is so fucking hot but so fucking annoying”.

You chuckled, reaching behind to help him loosen it. Finally free of the material, he pulled your white shirt up and exposed your braless breasts. He began to roll your nipple between his fingers, lips assaulting your neck. “Your mine… no one ever gets to touch what’s mine” he growls into your skin, leaving behind marks of ownership.

“All yours baby… all yours” you whine, grinding yourself against his leg that sat between your open legs.

“Anyone ever look at you… I’ll kill ‘em, I really will”

“Touch me… please”

“All mine” he says as he pulls your jeans and panties down, admiring your naked body under him. You slip your hands under his jacket, helping him get free of his clothing. “All yours”.

His lips touch every part of your body until your tingling mess under him, arousal soaking the fabric underneath you. “I need you Drew”.

He presses his digits to your pussy, parting your lips softly. You let out a breathy moan and drop your head back onto the pillow, pushing your hips up against him. He pushes two fingers inside of you, eyes never leaving your face.

“No no no- I need your cock… I can’t wait any longer”

“Want to appreciate you baby, want to show you who’s the boss… who the bad bikie leader”

“Please… please don’t make me wait”

“Hmm, okay baby girl… only because I love you”

He moves the two of you, your legs straddling him. You don’t give him time to play around and sink yourself down his cock, gasping at the sudden intrusion as though you didn’t just bring it on yourself.

“Fuck”

His fingers clench around your waist, your palms pressed against his chest. You move yourself against him, pulling yourself off his cock and dropping back down until you set a steady pace.

His eyes casted down to your breasts that bounced with each movement, one of his hands left your waist to fondle your breast. “Your fucking perfect”

“I love you” you whisper, he pulls you against him. Pressing his lips to yours once more. “I need to keep you safe baby girl… so many rotten people out there”

“I know baby… but you need to stay safe, look at those hands” you grab his hands, pressing your lips to the grazes that littered his knuckles.

You hadn’t had a chance to clean him up like you usually would after a fight, you both stared at one another as you moved against his cock and kissed his wounds.

“I am safe, nobody can hurt me”

“Someone could… but I won’t let that happen”

He grins at your words and moves you back onto the couch, laying his body on top of yours. Your hands wraps around his biceps as he moves above you, one of his arms hooking under your leg to angle himself deeper into you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, that familiar buzz and lightheadedness washing over you. “I’m so close, baby”. He nods his head, arms shaking slightly as he holds himself back.

He reaches down to press against your bundle of nerves, pleasure shooting through your body. “Oh god”.

You move your legs to sit up high against his back, his cock buried deep inside of you. Your toes curl and the butterflies swarm your belly, his face screws up as he feels your walls pulsate around his swollen cock. “Shit baby”.

“Right there… oh god Drew! Right there”.

You're coming around his cock, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. He follows behind, your walls milking him dry as you both come simultaneously. A light sheen of sweat develops over your bodies.

“All mine” he whispers, pressing his lips to your collarbone. “All yours”.

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andy-15-07 · 1 month

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A Family's Love

masterlist ! pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

SUMMARY : Y/n and Rafe Cameron have 2 kids , one boy and one girl , the boy is older and him on protective of his sister

Outer Banks Masterlist

In the idyllic coastal town of Outer Banks, where the sun kissed the waves and the breeze carried the scent of salt in the air, you and Rafe Cameron built a life together—a life filled with love, laughter, and the joyful chaos of parenthood.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, you watched with pride as your two children, Ethan and Lily, played in the sand, their laughter echoing in the evening air. Ethan, the protective older brother, kept a watchful eye on his younger sister, his playful antics tempered by a sense of responsibility beyond his years.

"Be careful, Lily," Ethan called out, his voice tinged with concern as his sister ventured too close to the water's edge. "Don't go too far."

Lily, a bundle of energy and curiosity, giggled as she skipped away from the waves, her tiny hand clasped in yours. "I'm okay, Ethan," she assured him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've got Mommy to keep me safe."

You smiled at your children's playful banter, grateful for the bond that had formed between them—a bond forged through countless adventures and shared moments of joy and laughter.

As the evening wore on, you gathered your family around a crackling bonfire, the flames casting dancing shadows on the sand. Rafe, ever the doting father, regaled Ethan and Lily with tales of his own childhood adventures, his deep voice filling the air with warmth and nostalgia.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I caught the biggest fish in all of Outer Banks?" Rafe exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he ruffled Ethan's hair.

Ethan's eyes widened in awe, his admiration for his father evident in the way he hung on every word. "Wow, Dad, really? Can we go fishing tomorrow?"

You chuckled at the excitement in your son's voice, marveling at the bond between father and son. "Of course, Ethan," you said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "We'll make it a family outing."

As the night stretched on, you and Rafe tucked Ethan and Lily into bed, their sleepy eyes drooping with exhaustion from a day filled with adventure. With a final kiss on their foreheads, you whispered words of love and reassurance, promising to always be there for them, no matter what.

As you and Rafe settled onto the couch, the house filled with the soft glow of lamplight and the comforting sound of waves crashing against the shore, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Here, surrounded by the ones you loved most in the world, you knew that you had everything you could ever need.

"Rafe," you began, turning to him with a smile, "our family is everything to me. I'm so grateful for the life we've built together."

Rafe wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close in a silent embrace. "I feel the same way, Y/N," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "I couldn't ask for a better partner in life, or a more wonderful family."

And as you leaned into his embrace, the flickering flames of the bonfire casting a warm glow over the room, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, your family would always be your greatest source of strength and happiness.

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outerbankspov · 1 year

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- thank you love for your passionates ❤️ @giannadrichardson-blog

You and Drew have been dating since outer banks season one and you adore one another more than anything. The way you both met was a story you both say “We will tell our kids about this one day”… you needed a job asap in order to get recognized by the public for your future singing career so you signed up to play the love interest of a character name “Rafe Cameron’ WHO happens to be played by Drew Starkey. You for sure saw his face around in your favorite movie “Love Simon” and since then you’ve been together and laughed about him in that film.

- Present day.

“Drew!!” You squeal as you run into your shared bedroom before you jump up and down in excitement. “What’s up, baby?” He smiles while asking you. “My agent just called… and they gave me a green light to tour my album!!’ He jumps off the bed to catch you in his arms. “BABY?? WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS GOOD!” he kisses your lips as you smile up at him nervously. “What’s that Face about?” He asked as he Brough you down with him on the bed. “Thing is it starts in 3 weeks..” You closed your eyes shut. “Well, that’s good news. What with the face?” He asks again, You bit your lip and shook your head “Can you come with?” Knowing this the worse idea to ask is because you know Drew has to stay just in case he gets a call back from his agent about the new movie he was offered that will be filming in ITALY. “Baby.. you know I would to go with you but I can’t” You nod and looks down, pushing your hair behind both ears and smiling weekly as you plaid with your nails. GOD you know you can’t do this without him, you would be a wreck you know that for sure. “What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” “I just really wish you could come, what if I fuck up?? I will never forgive myself” A tear slipped passed your eyes and Drew brushed it away.

“My love you are gonna be so good I promise you” you sniffle and nod. “You’re just saying that because your my boyfriend-” , “No I’m saying that because I believe you can. Baby of course you can” he kisses your forehead and you finally accept it.

Tour has been a real fun… scary experience. Going out on stage and seeing a huge crowd every two days and seeing them actually enjoy your music made you feel like you’re doing something right. But apart of you still wishes Drew was there, you go to sleep every night after a FaceTime with him and talk about your day and how nervous you were. This time when calling Drew, he didn’t answer. You started to get worried but soon after got a text saying “a bit busy. Talk later” confused you just decided to go to sleep.

“Y/N YOU ARE ON IN- 3,2,1 GO” your manager tells you. You put the biggest smile on your face and runs out on stage greeting everyone. “Hello NEW YORK CITY!! As you might know I’m dedicating this night to my love Drew Starkey, we actually met on this day 4 years ago… kinda insane! All I’m asking for you all is to enjoy this night like I’m gonna be and yell loud !!” The group cheered and smiled. You started singing and you Just felt so free until a gut feeling and the feeling in the air made you want to shut down. God you hate this, it’s a big night and your stupid mind wants to shut down now ???. You finish the song and runs off of stage.

“Y/n? What’s up?” Your manager ask calmly.

“Stacy. I can’t do this- it’s like my hearts being pul-“ you was interrupted by a call she picked up. She nodded and said okay to the person and hung up. “Wiped those tears baby! Go back on stage !! You got this” she encouraged, and like the person you was you walked out again and started singing. At this part of the song no one sings because they know it’s a slow part that you enjoy so much. Nope not today- you start to sing and it seems like you got 6 sense because all of a sudden you felt better, it’s like their was this light telling you to continue. Once you was done you made your way back stage ready to run to your manager put stop in your tracks, turning around you see him, them.

“DREW??” You squeal as you jump into his arms. “You’re here? You’re really here!” You kisses his lips and he chuckles. “ m’course I’m here. Wouldn’t want to miss this day ever. Or any other” he looks at you with a knowing look at you jump in excitement. “You’re staying ?” He nods and you kiss him again. So beyond excited and your heart felt completed. “How about we get something to eat baby?” You smile up at him and nod. “I will like that”. You couldn’t believe it, you look at your other friend and runs into their arms. “You guys are amazing”. The day was spent like any other, Drew by your side constantly kissing you and your best of friends next to you.

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x fem!reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe x y/n #drew x y/n #omfg i love this #i hope you like this

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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New Chapter

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Summary: In which Drew and Y/N talk about their future together.

Prompts: "You look so cute with your baby bump!" and "This is going to be the start of something magical." and "I'll keep you warm." and "Can I play with your hair?" and "My mother adores you."

You walked into your shared bedroom and looked in the mirror. You were looking at your baby bump in the mirror. You had not even noticed yet that Drew was also in the room sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

Drew got up and walked over to you before hugging you from behind gentle. You giggled and smiled then rested the back of your head against his chest. He smiled and kissed your head.

"You look so cute with your baby bump!" He said with a smile.

"Thank you." You said with a giggle. "I'm so excited to be pregnant. I can't wait to meet our baby in a few months." You said with a smile.

"This is going to be the start of something magical." Drew said smiling.

"Yeah it is, I know it." You said. He then gently spun you around so you were now facing him instead of the mirror. You smiled when you saw him. He leaned down and planted a gentle, loving kiss to your lips.

"Mm.. you warm." You said with a giggle and nuzzled his chest. Drew laughed. "I've been trying to look for my house coat because I'm cold but, I can't find it anywhere." You said with a frown.

"Aww.. you looked in all the rooms?" He asked.

"Yeah and I can't find it." You said.

"It's okay sweet girl." He said and kissed your forehead. "I'll keep you warm." He said with a grin. You giggled and smiled.

"Good because you are much better and warmer than a house coat." You said with a giggle. Drew laughed and gently picked you up and then laid down on the bed with you and snuggled you gently to keep you warm. You giggled and nuzzled his neck with a smile.

"I am so excited that I am pregnant but, I still can't believe we are going to have a baby." You said.

"I know, it's kind of mind-blowing." Drew said with a small chuckle.

"I was super nervous to tell you but, I'm also really nervous to tell your mother." You said.

"Why?" He asked confused. "My mother adores you." He said.

"She does?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah, she's always talking about how nice and kind you are." He said. "She really does like you. She's glad I picked you." He said.

"I'm glad you picked me too." You said with a giggle.

"Well, I'm even luckier that you wanted to be with me and marry me and now have a baby with me." He said with a smile.

"I can't believe we have been married for a year now." You said.

"I know, it feels like it was just yesterday." He said.

"It really does feel like that." You said. The two of you laid there and talked about anything and everything that had to do with your future, your pregnancy, and your marriage. You smiled tiredly and rested your head on his chest.

"Can I play with your hair?" Drew asked.

"Sure baby." You said with a tired smile. He chuckled and gently started playing with your hair. The feeling helped relax you but also made you more tired. As he played with your hair and pet you head your eyes slowly fluttered closed.

You then fell asleep curled up in Drew's arms as he played with your hair and snuggled you, then soon after he fell asleep too.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Can I have fluffy 2 and 25 from the prompt list please with Drew Starkey?

All We Ever Wanted

Warnings: none

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Summary: you and Drew find out that you're pregnant.

Requested: yes

Prompts: "If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear, you will not get another kiss for a week." and "Do you think it's possible that I... might be... pregnant?"

Word Count: 500+

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You squealed and giggled as Drew playfully tickled you on the couch. You finally managed to grab his hands to get him to stop tickling you and giggled softly.

"If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear, you will not get another kiss for a week." You said with a giggle.

"You're no fun." Drew said then chuckled a little. You smiled and leaned up and kissed him softly. He smiled and just melted into the kiss. As the two of you were kissing you eyes widened and then you quickly pulled away from him before running out of the living room.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" He asked as he followed you. You ran into the washroom and fell to your knees in front of the toilet before throwing up. Drew quickly ran over and held your hair back as you were sick.

As he held your hair back for you he also rubbed your back soothingly. He was trying his best to comfort you and help you as you were sick. After a few minutes you finally stopped throwing up. You got up and brushed your teeth before walking over to Drew and wrapped your arms around his torso before shoving your face into his chest.

"I wonder why you have been so sick lately." Drew said as he kissed your head and then hugged you.

"I dunno, I thought that it might have been something I ate but, the nausea would have gone away by now if it was because of that." You said.

"Well maybe we should go to the doctor if it keeps happening for the next few days." Drew said. You were thinking and then you looked up at him. He studied your face and gently brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"Drew.." You said softly.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Do you think it's possible that I... might be... pregnant?" You asked. Drew looked like he was in shock after you asked that. He nodded a little and bit his lip.

"Well, it is possible.." He said. You nodded and let go over him before digging in the cabinet. You then pulled out a box with a pregnancy test in it.

"Maybe I should take a test just in case?" You asked.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Drew said with a nod.

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You and Drew woke up the next morning and you both went to the washroom to check the test. You picked up the test and looked down at it. A smile tugged at your lips and you looked up at Drew. He stood there waiting.

"We're going to have a baby." You said with a smile.

"Wait really?!" Drew asked in shock. You smiled and nodded. He smiled widely and gently picked you up before gently spinning you making you giggle.

"So, you're happy?" You asked.

"Happy? I am more than happy. I have always wanted to be a dad." He said with a smile. You smiled and then leaned up and kissed him.

"I love you." You said as you smiled and bit your lip.

"I love you too." He said smiling back. You both were so happy. Starting a family was all both of you ever wanted.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this fic!

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coryosbaby · 8 months

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Down & Dirty

Fandom: “Outer Banks”

Pairing: mean! Rafe Cameron x fem! Pogue! Bimbo! Reader

Cw: dark themes— dubcon, angst, manipulation, nsfw . Gunplay, dumbification, mud scene, codependency, subspace, anal, breeding, daddy kink, extreme domination, size kink, predator/prey dynamics

A/N: bro I was fuckin FERAL writing this .

Fear courses through you as Rafe Cameron’s hand covers your mouth and he drags you away towards his truck. You knew it was a bad idea to come here by yourself, but you went against your better judgement.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that.” He calmly but scarily murmurs as you struggle. His bottom lip peeks out and his eyes are almost vacant.

You’ve always known that Rafe is somewhat of a bad person, given the torment he had always given you being Sarah’s best friend— but now, with his grip tight and mean, gun barrel pointing at your skull, you know now that something has shifted inside him — something dark and unforgiving. The hands that had once been soft on your skin, the eyes and body that had comforted you once or twice, regardless of Rafe’s violent tendencies with your pogue friends, we’re now aiming to end your life .

“Rafe, please…” You plead with him, as he yanks you by your hair.

“Rafe, please,” he mocks. “Jesus, you’re fucking pathetic. You’re lucky that I haven’t put a bullet in that pretty fucking skull yet.”

Tears well in your eyes and you kick him in his groin. It makes him groan, and he drops his grip from you. You run away from him, at a certain point having to stop and take your favorite pair of heels off. You were incredibly stupid to wear them here.

Rafe catches up to you quick. He tackles you, and with a loud sloshing sound you both land in the mud on the ground. He wrestles you down until his hands are around your neck. You gasp, trying to run away again, trying to get away from this guy you had once recognized as a form of comfort for you, but to no avail.

“You fucking bitch.” The gun has been lost somewhere beside the both of you, but that doesn’t make the boy any less threatening. “I never wanted to hurt you! You did this to your self- stop fucking squirming!”

You sob as his hands loosen a bit on you. He looks down at your supple chest, your bra now peeking out of your tank top from all of the movement.

“Even now you’re dressed like a fucking slut,” he growls. Your brows furrow. You’ve been avoiding eye contact with him, but now you meet his once again. He looks like a predator about to catch its prey.

He looks angelic, almost… a fallen angel. You breathe out, and with enough strength to pull forward, you kiss him.

You don’t know why you do it— sex is the thing that most men want from you, so maybe that’s why. As a way to plead for your life.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth for a moment, his teeth clacking against yours, but as if pulled out of a trance he rips himself away from you. Mud cakes his face and arms as he gets up to his feet.

You let out a tiny whine as he looks down at you, from frustration or fear you don’t know. Probably both. You flimsily move up on your knees, doe eyes looking up at him with a begging expression.

Rafe’s eyes dart to the other side of you, and he catches sight of the loaded gun laying in a heap on the ground. He grabs it and shoves the barrel against your skull. With one hand he wraps it around your neck and pulls you closer to him.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He says with a disgusted tone.

You don’t say anything, just let out a little whimper. He catches sight of your tank top again— and a small smirk glazes his features.

He grabs the strings of it and rips the flimsy thing right down the middle. When it settles in what’s about to happen, a wet spot forms in your panties.

You might die right now, covered in mud and grass, but you’re fucking horny.

“I should kill you right now,” he whispers heavily against your ear. “But that’s not what you want, is it? You want me to fuck you, right here on the dirty fucking ground. Don’t you?”

You nod your head, desperate. For what, you don’t know.

He smiles, demented. And he moves the gun down to your mouth. “Just a dirty little pogue that wants to get filled with dick, right?”

“Yes… yes, sir.” You mumble. Your tongue lolls out to lick at the gun barrel. “I wan’ it..”

And that’s all the confirmation Rafe needs. He places the gun in the back of his waistband and begins to undo his belt.

“Of course you do,” he rambles. “That’s all you’ve ever fuckin’ wanted was to get dicked down by me. I always saw the way you looked at me, y’know.”

You move closer to him when he pulls his lengthy cock out of his pants. It’s heavy, thick and long, circumcised, with precum coating the tip. A vein runs down one side of it, almost throbbing.

You reach out and lick the tip of him. He tastes absolutely divine.

“‘S so pretty..” you whisper. You drag your face along it, just to feel the warm skin and lick it all up.

Rafe, bored, grabs your face and positions his cock in front of your mouth.

“Open that fucking mouth as wide as it can go.”

You obey, mouth opening to take him; he shoves his cock in as deep as it can go. He reached behind him to his waistband and the gun is back in one of his hands again. He shoves it against your head for a third time. He groans when you gag around his fat prick, and your body naturally moves forward in between his legs. Rafe takes notice and is quick to wrap his thighs around each side of your head, making sure to squeeze. It’s too much pressure on your head, and you try to move away. But Rafe slaps both sides of your blushing face and thrusts so hard that you gag.

“Don’t fucking move. You move, I’ll fuckin’ shoot you. Do you understand me?”

You can’t nod, but you cry out around him. He holds the top of your hair with his fingers and keeps you down until you can’t breathe.

But seriously, you can’t breathe— your vision goes blurry and you’re almost close to passing out. You’re too dazed to care, But thankfully Rafe doesn’t want to kill you just yet. He forces your head away. You gasp, choking and sputtering, trying to get more oxygen back into your now sore throat. He’s back on you in an instant, though, and he’s leaking so much precum and you’re drooling so much that it’s dripping out of the sides of your mouth. His balls slap against your chin; your nose presses into his pubic hair, and he smells so delicious that you almost start rutting into the filthy ground.

He pulls you off of him when he’s about to cum. You get thrown to the ground, your head hitting the soft mud and caking your face. Rafe discards the gun again, gets down on his knees behind you, and rips your skirt and underwear down your legs vigorously. Your puffy cunt is revealed to him. He tsks, running a finger through your folds.

“So wet. And shit—“ he pulls your cheeks apart, exposing your juicy pussy and tight asshole to the warm air. You clench around nothing as he spits down in between your ass cheeks. “All your little holes are so tiny. Fuck, this is gonna hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Please..” you whimper, pushing your body back against him on your hands and knees. “Need daddy’s big cock. Need it ‘s bad.”

The fact that you’re talking in third person like this should be a bit concerning. Your mind is so far gone. But Rafe doesn’t care about that— all he cares about is ripping your sloppy cunt open.

“I know you do.” He states. His tongue goes down to your asshole. He runs it along that place there, and down to the place in between your ass and pussy. His thumb moves around and lightly massages your clit. It’s the first kind of stimulation he’s given you and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He mutters. “Maybank ever do this to you?”

He’s referring to JJ; he has, although you don’t want to admit that to him. Rafe isn’t the first cock you’ve sucked, the first guy to finger your pussy. But he’s by far the best.

“S-Sometimes..”

It comes out low, and his fingers stop.

“Yeah? You slut yourself out to all those dirty pogues?”

When you don’t answer, his hand comes down on the fat of your ass. You sob.

“No! N-No, just JJ, I swear!”

He reaches around and slaps your pussy. It hurts, and Rafe thinks that you let out a sound like a pained little bunny. The nickname makes so much sense to him, and he’s angry as he lines himself up to your puffy entrance.

“You’re never gonna see him again.” He states. His tip sinks into you. The stretch stings, fucking hurts so bad. You’ve sucked cock but you’ve never had one inside your cunt. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. You dumb fucking bunny.”

And he pushes himself in, in, in, and you’ve never felt so full, so dirty, so claimed. He pushes past that thin little wall inside you, pops your cherry with his cock’s mushroomed head. When it breaks through blood coats his length; he knows because he begins to move quick after that, sees the red coated on his dick. You’re so tight and sweet and fuck— Rafe doesn’t think he can kill you anymore. He needs to be inside you forever.

“Mine.” He growls. “All mine.”

You’re laying there, having no choice but to take it. The pain feels good. Rafe grabs your wrists and pins them behind your back as he begins to pound you right there in the dirt.

Little ah ah ahs leave you as his balls slap against your clit. He shoves one of his fingers into your mouth. You can taste the grittiness of dirt and under that, his natural taste— mixed with the taste of hand soap, almost. Probably the one that sits back in the Cameron household’s second bathroom, on the counter. Or maybe it’s the body wash that he so often washes himself with; you know this because you use it sometimes. You like the way the boy smells.

“Little pussy’s squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” He groans. “Best pussy daddy’s ever had baby, fuck.”

He’s almost a whimpering mess himself. He’s not gonna last long because of your cunt— and he intends to make the most of it.

He grabs you by your throat, has bent backwards against him as he presses a messy kiss to your mouth. It’s hungry, it’s crazy, the whole situation is. But you’re both at each other like fucking animals.

“Whose pussy is this?” He demands. You lick at his bottom lip, clench around him just right.

“Yours! ‘S all yours, daddy!”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He huffs, then he thumbs your asshole and watches as you suck him in. “Gonna fuck this tight little ass after this. Gonna take you home and take you right there on my fuckin’ staircase.”

You mewl, and you can tell that he’s close. You reach around to try and rub your own clit, but Rafe slaps your hand away. He turns you over on your back. You can see him a lot better this way, and he looks like a fucking God, pounding you so good like this. He pushes your legs over your head and slides back inside your gummy walls. He buries his face in your neck and his fingers move down to your clit. When he rubs you, it doesn’t take long before you’re cumming on him with a scream. Your cunt tightening around him makes him let out a growl, and you beg him for his load.

“Please, Rafey,” you whine out. “Please cum inside me. I need your cum in my tight little pussy.. wanna be a mommy, wanna have your baby, please please please—“

He lets out an animalistic shout, and his cock squirts warm, white cream right against your cervix. He pounds you even more at the force of his orgasm. When he comes down, he slows and breathes in your scent. The sweet strawberry perfume you wear is right against his nostrils. He pulls out of you, slow. He spreads your pussy lips apart and watches his seed drip out of your gaping pussy.

“Good girl..” he coos, oddly sweet. “Daddy’s good little cocksleeve..”

Your mind is hazy, and even here in the woods you grab his hands and grab him to pull him closer to you. He pushes you away, however, and grumbles, “Don’t. Cmon, get up.”

You comply, on shaky legs. He picks up your tank top, slips it over your head. Your skirt is practically in shreds, so he just puts your panties back on. You’re too fucked out to even care that he’s dragging you to his truck, half naked, cum dripping down your legs. You don’t care.

The ride to the Cameron residence is quiet. Rafe threw the gun in the console when he got in. You fall asleep halfway there, and he turns the radio on softly.

He looks over at you. Caked in dirt, cheeks red, scratches all over your thighs. You must’ve got them from the twigs in the mud.

Something tugs at his chest. He blames it on the adrenaline.

The house is empty; Wheezie, Rafe had sent off to a friend’s. Sarah, running around with the pogues, probably trying to find you. Rose, god knows where. His dad, dead. He does what he said he would do. He sits himself down on the staircase, pulls out his cock, already hard from the way your thighs are wet. He positions you on top of him as you look down at him tiredly. You want to be good for him, though, and let him stretch your ass out on his fingers. Afterwards you move your panties to the side, grab his cock and slide it inside your heat. You bounce on him, mouth agape as you look into his eyes. There seems to be more emotion in them now. He’s calmed.

He digs his fingernails into your hips, and he grunts when your lips find his neck and you suck a bruise onto it. He spills inside you for a second time, and then he makes you go upstairs with him. He pulls you into his bathroom, the one connected to his room, that you’ve never been in. He takes off the both of your clothes and starts a warm shower. He pulls you inside of it, takes a rag and begins scrubbing the both of you down. You lean against him as he does so, leaving kisses against his now bare chest. His fingers come down to your pussy and make you cum again, an oddly selfless act preformed by the boy. A reward because you were good, maybe? He turns the water off when you’re both squeaky clean. You don’t let him out of your grasp until he gets out of the shower and you follow him. He grabs a towel and dries your used body off with it, and then grabs another and does the same for himself. He guides you to his bed, and you crawl into it.

Your mind is still a mess. You feel alight, like you’ve been touched by god himself. But Rafe’s distance from you when he sits beside you makes you frown. It saddens you so much even, that tears well in your eyes again. Rafe can see the tears coming down your face.

“Jesus, are you fucking crying right now?”

Silence, and then a small sniffle. He scoffs.

“Need me to fuckin’ coddle you, or somethin’?”

You don’t say anything, but you do want that— you don’t know why. He had just taken you in the literal fucking mud, like a disgusting fucking animal. But his warm embrace sounds like something that can ease the headache forming in your skull.

Rafe must sense this. Because he groans, and lays himself down in the spot beside you.

“Come here.” He demands, harshly. You turn over, surprised at his words, but comply regardless. You bring your arms up around his neck and nestle in the space between his arm and torso; it’s comfortable there, it’s warm and soft. You like it. Maybe you’re losing your fucking mind.

You feel the need to thank him for his generosity— you still haven’t gotten out of that space he had forcefully thrown you into— and you need him to be proud of you, almost.

“Rafe—” you say, voice a bit hoarse.

“Did I say you could talk?”

“No..” you murmur. “‘m sorry.”

“Better be.”

He pulls the comforter over the both of you. He remembers the gold, the entire reason why this had occurred in the first place. But it can wait. Exhaustion overtakes him. After a moment a small sigh emits from him and his thumbs rub soft circles against your shoulder.

And soft, almost like an angels wings, he kisses your head with plush lips.

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kitscutie · 6 months

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hiii !! i was wondering can you do a fic where rafe comes and picks the reader up from a girls night out and she’s super drunk? tyy!

girls just wanna have fun (rafe cameron x fem!reader)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: feel bad for y/n and fluff (a little bit of psycho rafe at the end!?)

summary: after a rogue night at the boneyard you are in desperate need of comfort from your knight in shining armour - rafe cameron.

a/n: i am still trying to be more active while school is picking up but please bare with me :)

word count: 773

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Rafe pulled up to the Boneyard with a sigh. He was no stranger to this place, sure, but he was so used to being with you at these times when you would drink too much and end up being driven home in his truck. This time was different.

He had received a call from your phone, not from your friends but Kie. She had found you puking behind a log alone which sounded funny had it been anyone but you.

Your so called 'friends' from figure eight had ditched you. Rafe knew they were bitches but you ever with a golden heart had ignored his warnings, excited by their invite to a girls night meaning he could not accompany you. Now, he regretted it.

"Where is she?" He asked approaching the only person apart from you and Kie in attendance that he could mildly stand, Sarah.

She simply pointed to an area of the beach separate from the party, he appreciated that Kie had removed you from prying eyes who would no doubt speak of the Kook Princess' inability to hold alcohol tomorrow had they seen.

"Fucking finally, she wont stop crying." Kiara said, not out of anger but worry. He glanced down at you seeing you curled up in Kie's arms, eyes glassy and red, cheeks stained with tears.

"Hey baby." He said ever so gently, kneeling down to your level in the sand and no doubt ruining his expensive chinos.

"Rafe?" You whispered peeling your head from Kie's shoulder as you dared to take in your surroundings.

"Yeah it's me, you good?" He asked, lifting a hand to remove the strands of sweaty hair which had stuck to your forehead, the humidity of the Outer Banks mixing with your illness making your body ever so slightly too warm.

"No I-, I don't feel well and I can't breathe properly." You hiccupped, anxiety making your heartbeat uneasy. Your hands reached for his ironed black shirt and he let you scrunch it between your fingers, grounding your mind.

Rafe nodded at Kiara, letting her know she could leave with a silent thank you.

"Think you had too much to drink?" He asked, watching as you messily nodded in response. "You'll feel better soon then, yeah? I see you got most of it out already." He chuckled, knowing you had been sick multiple times between this moment and his phone call from Kie.

"Just wanna go home." You mumbled, leaning into his warm chest.

"Okay lets get you up then." He said standing up and taking you with him as you stumbled on your feet. "Lean against me okay? Good girl." He added as you did so. The name was comforting and soft, sure it was sometimes used during sex but in this moment it was more. Reassurance.

He supported you all the way to his truck where he buckled you in with a gentle kiss to your scrunched and rosy cheeks.

"I don't want you speaking to those girls again." He said, hands clenched around the steering wheel while his jaw clicked in place though his anger was not directed at you.

"What Kie and Sarah?" You slurred, "They helped me though." You finished as your eyes squinted beneath the street lights which flickered as you passed.

"No, no. I'd rather you talk to my fuckin' psycho sister at this point I'm talking about those Figure Eight bitches." He seethed making your head snap towards him.

"Number one, they're my friends, number two, you're also a Figure Eight bitch, no?" You giggled to yourself, knowing deep inside that his anger was justified to an extent. They weren't your friends, not really.

"They're not baby, you're kind and sensitive they're stuck up and have no personality outside of generational wealth." He replied. You saw the irony in his words though it appeared he didn't and it wasn't a hill you were ready to die on so you let it go.

"M'kay well, I feel better now you're here and I didn't like them all that much anyway I'm just surprised they would stoop that low." You sighed into the silent atmosphere as the car, feeling his gaze on you.

He softly placed a hand on your bare thigh in the darkness, squeezing it in a gesture of comfort.

"Yeah." He sighed in defeat.

In this moment, looking at you in the moonlight Rafe felt a new sense of protectiveness over you. You were naïve and too forgiving to your own detriment, he wasn't and if he could help it those girls would never see the light of day again, never mind your beautiful face.

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milo-manheim-luver · 8 months

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Lips of An Angel- Drew Starkey x Fem!Reader

summary: based on the song Lips Of An Angel by Hinder. (take a listen! i recommend it!!) Y/N drunkenly calls up her ex boyfriend drew, to confess her love she still has for him and all her regrets from their past relationship.

warnings: odessa…., alcohol consumption, emotional cheating (if you even call it that), angst, a tad of fluff if you squint, slight mentions of physical/mental/emotional abuse (not from drew), lmk if i forgot anything bc i’m sure i did lol.

a/n: for starters…. i’ve been waiting to write this one and i was gonna do it for rafe first but it just felt more right to do drew lol. also please don’t come at me for the way i put odessa in this. (personal opinion: i don’t think they’re really a thing irl but whatever). for the sake of this fic i had to put her in it to work as she’s the only prominent female in his life besides his sisters so bare with me please. (personally not a fan of her for my own reasons and things i’ve read) hope you all enjoy this one!

revised and edited by the one and only @slut4drudy ilyyyyy

as drew had just put the last of the champagne glasses into the sink from his and odessa’s small get together with friends, he could hear his phone ringing that all too familiar ringtone… the ringtone he had set for only her. he thought to himself… how strange it’d be for her to call him at such an absurd hour after not talking to one another in two years.

him and Y/N had began to date their senior year of college at western carolina university, and just like every college couple, they eventually broke it off a few years later. it had been a mutual agreement when he got cast on netflix’s show, outer banks, as she didn’t want to hold him back any longer from achieving all the goals she knew he would. the two however kept in contact regularly until none at all just two years ago when she’d started dating her now boyfriend maverick. and from what Y/N seen drew had also moved on… to his costar odessa.

“hey, uh drew your phone is ringing. do you want me to get it?” odessa asked drew as he finished washing the champagne flutes, drying his hands hurriedly with the towel next to the sink.

“uh, nah, um i’ll go answer it. it might be my mom. you know her and not being able to sleep and missing her kids. i’m just gonna go in the reading room and take the call. i’ll be back out in twenty. sound good?” he asked warily.

“yeah yeah take your time. tell her i said hi for me” she smiled as his towering figure walked past her frame and into the living room, picking his phone up. his large thumb moved nimbly against his phones screen to answer the call from Y/N as he entered the reading room, plopping on the couch.

“h-honey, why you callin me so late? it’s kinda hard to talk right now” he stuttered out her pet name he hadn’t called her in years. all he received in return were her soft sobs from the other line. those little soft sobs shattered his heart. the last time he’d heard them was because of him. because he had spoke the idea of maybe they should break up. because he didn’t know if he could do the long distance relationship, and Y/N had just agreed. no hesitation because she wanted whatever would make him happy. and if that meant breaking up with her and breaking her heart, then so be it. she wanted what was best for him because she loved him.

“honey, why are you crying? is everything okay?” drew whispered out through the phone to his broken ex in an uneasy tone, as his jaw clenched. he hated the idea of her being sad. he always had.

“w-why are you whispering?” she sighed as more tears streamed down her face.

drew bit his lip, exhaling a huff of hot air he hadn’t known he was holding before speaking, “i gotta whisper because i can’t be too loud.”

“why? i-im sorry. i shouldn’t have called. this was so fucking stupid” Y/N slurred out into her end of the phone, catching drew’s attention.

“oh, well, my girls in the next room” he spoke as he paused to let her speak.

“like i-i said… this was st-stupid of me” she slurred out again before continuing, “you’re moved on. i get it”

“honey, Y/N, it’s not like that. i swear. s-shes not even my girlfriend” he tried to elaborate before she cut him off.

“then why’d you call her your girl?”she challenged.

“baby, you’re drunk. i can tell by the way you’re slurring your words. what’s wrong? why’d you call?” drew tried to deflect the question and ask the more important questions; why she’d called and why she’d been crying.

“answer my questions first please” she hiccuped through her phone and into his ear.

“we haven’t put a label on it. in all seriousness i don’t even know what i want. i don’t even think she knows what she wants. it’s more of a friends with benefits kind of deal” he sighed out as his left index finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed once more, contemplating to speak what he’d been thinking for awhile now. “but honey, if i’m being serious, sometimes i wish she was you”

“i wish i was her too” Y/N whimpered out as she took a gulp of the vodka from the bottle she’d been coddling in her arms, sitting on the bathroom floor, hiding from maverick.

“i guess we never really moved on… did we?” he chuckled out, causing Y/N to smile at the sweet sound of his chuckle. it was bliss to her ears. she’d missed that sound so much in the last two years.

“now answer my question honey, what’s wrong? why’re you calling so later? isn’t it like after 1am there back home in charlotte. right?” he asked Y/N in a concerned tone, face scrunching up in worry as well, though she couldn’t see it.

“u-um. drew it doesn’t matter. forget i called you. okay?” Y/N tried to deflect his concerning questions he’d been shooting her way since the call had started.

“Y/N, honey. i’m not hanging up until you tell me what’s got you so bent out of shape that you’re drunk off your ass, drunk calling me at 1 am your time all while sobbing. i just won’t” he huffed out, losing his patience in the girl on the other line.

“joseph” she began to slur, sternly, “i said it doesn’t matter. go back to your girl or whatever the fuck she is to you” she hiccuped yet again.

“fuck, i cant believe i’m about to say this right now, but it’s really good to hear your voice sayin’ my name. it sounds so sweet” drew smiled to himself as he softly giggled. maybe it was from the champagne he’d had earlier or maybe it was the blissfulness from just hearing Y/N oh so sweet voice saying his name again.

“i love you” Y/N slurred out once more as she started to cry again. “i’ve never stopped” she continued. “i thought i could and would move on but i cant and it hurts me that we aren’t a thing anymore” she continued to weep.

“honey don’t say that. please” he frowned as his heart cracked yet again over his ex girlfriend and her words. more like over her admittance of missing him so much still even after all these years.

“why not, drew? it’s the truth” she sniffled as she wiped her runny nose with the sleeve of his old college sweatshirt she’d still kept after all these year even after their breakup. she picked the bottle of vodka back up and took another swig of it.

“those words…. fuck. they’re coming from the lips of an angel baby. and hearing those words, it’s makes me so fucking weak. because as much as i want to be with you… i cant” he sighed as a single tear streamed down his stubbled cheek, not even bothering to wipe it away. he soon continued, “i never want to say goodbye, honey. and it’s so fucking hard to admit that. but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel” he dryly chuckled as the memories of their kisses ran through his brain. it still felt so real. the longing to be near her was still there. and the butterflies. and the desire to make her happy. and the want to make her feel safe and loved.

“drew, you’re the one who just said you guys aren’t even a thing so why would you even say that?” Y/N croaked out as she wiped more of her tears away.

“it’s complicated honey. i feel obligated to be faithful even if her and i aren’t really officially a thing. now please for the love of god, baby, why are you crying? what’s wrong? what happened?” drew exerted his concern as his eyebrows scrunched together in worry.

“i- uh, drew you cant do anything about it, so it doesn’t matter” she whimpered in a whisper, reaching for the bathroom door knob to make sure it was in fact locked. she squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she heard mavericks yells from their kitchen.

“you know, it’s funny that you called me tonight, Y/N/N, because we had some friends over and the whole time i was just thinking of you and how you’ve been. i haven’t heard from you in two years, hunny” drew whispered, his voice strained from the way his heart clenched in pain at the lack of communication between the two when they had both promised to keep in contact.

“maybe that’s why i dream of you. you know what they say, if you dream of someone that means they’re thinking of you. do you dream of me too?” she spoke shakily, as her jaw began to quiver, biting back yet another sob.

“what about maverick? and yes i’ve dreamt of you too, love. i do often” he confessed as he thought back to his dream he had of her from the other night. the two of them had gone on a picnic in the mountains back in their home state of north carolina, enjoying the scenery and all it had to offer, that was until he was awoken by odessa’s loud alarm blaring throughout his bedroom. drew’s lips parted once more as he spoke again, “and does he know you’re talking to me? will it start a fight?”

“th-that’s why i-i uh called. he… uh he got mad again and s-started to throw some things around the kitchen. h-he said some things which isn’t out of the ordinary with him” her frail voice cracked as she finally admitted to him why she had called him so late in the first place. tears once again started pouring out of her once bright eyes which have now been filled with void. “he drinks… a lot. and when he does… he gets kinda aggressive. he will do things to me and say horrible things as well. i-i called you tonight because i’m drunk and i miss you and i know you’d never do this shit to me and because you listen. so well. you always have” she began to cry again for what felt like the twelfth time that night.

“honey, what are you talking about? has he hit you? do you have a place to go?” drew shot up at the mention of mavericks behavior coming from Y/N. he was on high alert and wanted nothing more than to protect her at that instant.

“i shouldn’t have even called. does odessa even know you’re on the phone with me? i don’t want her to get mad at you. i shouldn’t have even called” Y/N stumbled over her words due to the excessive amounts of alcohol she’d been drinking and maybe even a mix of anxiety.

“no, i don’t think she has a clue. i told her it was probably my mom, but, i knew it was you. i still have your number saved to my phone… with your ringtone too. couldn’t get myself to delete it, even after all these years” he confessed as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair. he bit his lip in frustration before speaking sternly this time around, “Y/N, honey, tell me…. has he fucking hit you?”

“y-yes. but he didn’t mean to” she tried to excuse her boyfriends actions, though deep down she knew it was a lie. “and yeah if i have to i can go to my brothers but i don’t need anyone’s fucking help or pity” she blurted a little loud.

“fuck, Y/N” he sighed as fresh tears broke his waterline of his azul eyes, his jaw clenched tight.

“it’s okay, drew, i promise. i’m not your problem anymore. i haven’t been for four years now.” she expressed as she drank the last bit of the vodka that was left in the bottle.

“Y/N can you do one thing for m-“ drew was cut off by a soft knock on the reading rooms door, notifying him that someone ,odessa, was on the other side.

“hey, uh you almost done? it’s getting late and i wanna go to bed” she complained to drew as he’d pulled his phone away from his attentive ears.

“u-uh yeah. let me tell my mom goodnight real quick” he stuttered nervously, worried she’d been ease dropping on part of the private conversation he’d been having on the phone with Y/N. and with that odessa nodded her head as she left the room, shutting the door as she went.

“what is it that you want me to promise you?” Y/N sniffled.

“call me if it gets bad again. i’ll fly out there immediately”

“i promise.”

“i never wanna say goodbye” he admitted to her after her promise.

“i don’t either, but you have to” she spoke flatly as she’d just heard Odessa moments before. she opened her mouth, speaking one last line, “i love you drew”

“i-i love you too honey” drew spoke the words he’d been bottling up since the day the two broke up, as fresh tears streamed down his stubbled cheeks. during the moment he spoke those words all he could hear were mavericks yells and bangs onto the bathroom door through his phone, before the call ended all together.

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rafescurtainbangz · 19 days

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Rafe Cameron

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+18

Minor DNI

I’ve never done one of these before. Hopefully it’s not awful 🩷✨

🖤 Frat!Rafe During Rush Week

🤍 After a Swim

🖤 Pussy Drunk

🤍 Making Rafe Cum in His Boxers as Punishment

🖤 Rafe Playing with his Girl

🤍 Rafe Getting You Ready

🖤 Rafe Teasing You Both

🤍 Riding Rafe on the Couch

🖤 Teasing Sub!Rafe Part 1

🤍 Teasing Sub!Rafe Part 2

🖤 Frat!Rafe Loves Your Little Skirt

🤍 Mirror Sex

🖤 Back Shots

🤍 Tit Job

🖤 Taking Control from the Bottom

🤍 Study Break with BF Rafe

🖤 “Just Gonna Tease You” Accidental Slip

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venuslore · 7 months

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sitting on rafe's lap always drives him insane. he loves the way your bum looks, all heart-shaped and cute on top of him, and he always purposely leans back. man-spreading beneath you so that you're more situated on his crotch. he instantly goes fuzzy in the head, and breathes in sharply when you slowly start to roll your hips against him. "fuck, keep doin' that and i'm gonna make a mess," he groans in your ear. you just laugh lowly, knowing that you have him in the palm of your hands, "maybe that's what i want." you continue to move, feeling him grow hard between your legs, "oh, i fucking bet you do." he retorts, a groan coming from the back of his throat. your panties grow wetter and every so often his cock hits your clit, pulling a moan from you. his breath deepens, breaking up the praises he's giving you, his chest rising and falling dramatically. he feels so good, your moisture transferring to his pants as you grind harder on him. it all starts to become too much and he throws his head back, eyes clenched shut as he reaches for anything to grab onto, settling for your hips as you roll yourself against him a few more times. "holy fuck, baby," he exclaims, pants soaking up his mess as he lets it all out.

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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 12 days

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Mothers Night Out

Warnings: SMUT, oral, lactation, toxic! rafe, car sex, penetrative sex, and breeding.

Ring Ring Ring

The sound comes blaring as you're face down in your pillow, head pounding a mile a minute. The ringtone continues to jingle you answer and put the phone to your ear.

“Hell-” You try to answer before the voice on the other line starts, “Why the hell am I over here watching our children while you're running around as if you don’t have any responsibilities in life?” The voice quickly cut in as you rolled your eyes.

“Rafe, it was one night out, what are you on about-” You were cut off again, the man on the other line not wanting to hear that. “NO, you told me that you were going to hang out with friends; NOT those fucking pogues and you know that”.

“Those pogues are my friends.” You start to say before he cuts you off, in his frustration.

“I don’t care. Get ready” he snapped. Before you could say anything else, the dial tone reached your ears as you sat up in the bed you were lying in, which happened to be John B's.

Ever since you became a mother you were dedicated to taking care of your children trying to be the best mother you could be for your little girls. You sacrificed everything for them, including your well-being. Your friends thought it would be a good idea to hang out last night since you have yet to have the time to genuinely hang out just as a group. Last night was fun. You all piled in John B’s living room playing drinking games and catching up on everything social that you might have missed.

“How are you doing in here sleepy head?” JJ leaned up against the door with a smile. “My head is killing me” You respond, messaging your head. “Well sorry to break it to you but your baby daddy is outside, so your hell awaits you”

“Ha ha, you are so funny.”

Gathering your things you throw a pillow at his head which he dodges with a smirk. “Kiss the girls for me!” He yells behind you as you make your way towards John B's door. “Will do!”

Wanting to say goodbye to everyone else you were met with disappointment as they were all still asleep. Walking out the door you are met with the father of your children leaning against a black truck with your door already opened.

Climbing into the truck, you close the door with Rafe following behind you. Looking behind you, you expect to see your baby girls in the back but you just met with their car seats. Looking to Rafe you ask. “Where are Whisper and Clover?” Looking at you he shakes his head.

“They're with Rose since you want to act like they don't exist.” “Rafe please don’t do this for the past six months I have been held up in the house” you breathe in, tears threatening to fall. “Taking care of our girls day in and day out so please don't act like me hanging out with my friends for one night makes me a terrible mother”

Regret flickers across his face as he reaches across the armrest and he takes your face in his hands, expression softening. “I didn't know you felt this lovely, I’m sorry I treated you that way. I was just upset because I thought you didn't want to spend any time with me.”

Moving his hands under your skirt to your thighs you gasp as his fingers barely graze your skin. His touch sends shivers down your spine and Rafe notices this with a smirk on his face. “Have I been neglecting you, baby?” He teases.

Pulling your legs apart, his tongue runs along your inner thighs while your breath starts to get shallow, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “Please Rafe” You gasp as he continues sticking his tongue out it quickly dips into your folds, your head hitting the car window. His tongue moves at a regular pace while you feel your skin getting inflamed with the pleasure that you are receiving from your core.

Moving his head from side to side he groans as he pulls your hips impossibly closer to his face. “C'mon baby give it all to me.” “Ohhh fuck.” you groan, your body trembling with desire, as he pulls his head closer in between your legs your stomach starts to form a knot.

“Please- please don't stop” you begged, Rafe moaning into your pussy as you started to shake with your heels digging into his back. “I’m cumming, fuck!’ Crying out your back is arched as your white spot starts to blur your vision. Waves of pleasure begin to wash over you through your climax.

“Get in my lap lovely” Rafe murmurs. Blinded by the orgasm you just had you let him guide you into his lap, with his pants unzipped and his length hard as you feel it nudge your walls as you place your hand on your shoulders.

Bending his head he latches his mouth to your nipple gripping your hips as the sweet taste of your nectar fills his mouth greedily taking it in as he moves his cock inside of you as you slowly move back and forth on his lap.

Detaching his lips he attaches his mouth to yours and as you inhale the slight sweet taste of your milk you take his tongue in your mouth. His hips match your rhythm with the car moving side to side due to the impact of Rafe's thrust, each one bringing us closer to the edge.

“You are perfectly lovely please make me cum, inside of you let me give you another baby please!” he begs, tightening his hold on your hips. “Give me another daddy cum deep inside of me!” Gasping for breath, you wrap your arms around his neck burying your head in his shoulder. your orgasm splashing between the two of you, as Rafe’s cum fills you up.

With your mind in its dizzy state, Rafe guides you back to your seat buckling your seatbelt and finally pulling out of the chateau.

*Ding* The notification sound draws you to your phone and your face turns red with the message you read as Rafe busts out with laughter after reading the message on your phone.

JJ🦾:”I hope you know WE all saw that…“

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outerbankspov · 1 year

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Hey wondering if you could write some wedding night smut with Drew? ❤️

Soft smut !

.(ily! Sorry for the late response! I’ve been working and studying for finals! I hope you love this as much as I do!)

I love her, she is so beautiful and precious and mine. Marrying her was the only good thing I’ve done.

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“Drew!” You giggle out loud as he drags you with him to the biggest most romantic room in the hotel. “What baby?!” He laughs.

“Mm. I can’t run in these.” You pout and stop. He looks at you and smiles widely. “Say no more.” He smiles and she knows that smile. “Wha- what are you-” you were cut off by him picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “DREW!” You laugh.

“Yes My wife?” You giggle again like a high school girl and slaps his ass. “Take me to bed!” He speeds walks until ya’ll get into the hotel and checks in while you still over his shoulder. “Uh under Mr Starkey?”

“Yes sir! Right up you go!” She gave him the key card and he ran to the elevator. “I’m gonna give you a head start. And when I get to our room I better see that sexy dress off of you.” He speaks smoothly, words filled with silk that sends shivers down your spine. He slaps your ass through the dress and you smirk. “Baby. It took me so long to get it fitted!”

“I know!” He puts you down when the door Opens and you run into the room and gets undress. Only in your lingerie. A minute later he comes in.He smiles and walks up to you.

“Mrs Starkey.” He begins and your eyes widen.

“That’s me.” You giggle. He nods with one of his hands in his pocket and the other on your cheeks.

“Make love to me now. Please” you beg as you unbutton his suit pants.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He lets you take his pants off as you look at him with bedroom eyes that made him even harder then he has ever been. “ scoot up baby.” He mumbles as he takes off all his clothes. He gets on top of you and admires your body. “Let me take it off. Please.. it’s so sexy I just need it off” you nod rapidly and he takes it off. Admiring your sexy body. Admiring your soft honey glow skin with his fingers. So gentle but rough on your body.

“I can’t wait to live with you until I die. Until we grow old. Fuck.. I cant wait to have your babies. Have them running around our home while I cook you breakfast and coffee.” His words are so sweet and gentle.

“Drew.” You whine. Getting uncontrollably wet, in need of him. You grab his cock and pumping it up and down gently. “shit. I love you” he kisses you gently.

“I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow. You okay with that?” He asks. You smile and kisses his arm that’s on the side of your head. “More then okay.” He smirks and kisses you again, this time grabbing his cock and rubbing it up and down your wet slick folds. You begin to pant and squirm. “Drew please” you cry out. Hand making a home in his hair and gently scratching his head.

“Put- put it in… pl-please” you moan out. He chuckles and kisses you as he slips into you. “Holy shit.” You both breathlessly moan and you want to wrap both your legs around him but he doesn’t let you. Leaving one leg up and the other down so he can slowly fuck you. “Drew” he presses his lips hard against you and rubs your skin. “I got you. You know I got you.” He comforts you as he Fucks you slowly.

“Can’t believe I can do this to you as much times as I pleas without getting interrupted.” He chuckles. “That until… I put a baby inside of you.”you moan at his filthy words and buck your hips up. “I wish you could seen the way I look at you. God it’s a sight. And in that dress? Shit it was hard not to get hard”

“I love u. So so much” you mumble as he kisses your neck and then your boob. “I’m- Drew…” you warn him. But he already knew, the way you were clenching around him and the way your pussy constantly pulled him in told him everything.

“I can feel it baby. Where do you want it.” He keeps up his sloppy paste and you groan. “Inside me- pls I need it” you cry out.

“Fuckkkkkkkk” Drew groans and empties himself into you, moaning and mumbling about how good you feel and how much he can feel your cum around him. He falls beside you and pulls you into his side. “I love you. My wife.” He kisses your sweaty cheek and you smile. “I love you more” you kiss his hand and you both fall asleep.

(Extra because why not<3)

You wake up with the sun peeking through the blinds and you smile at how it sits on both you and Drew face, making you instantly happy by the warmth. Not only that, but the way Drew snores so lightly, it’s almost comforting.

“Good morning gorgeous” his raspy morning voice is so sexy. “Good morning husband” you smile sweetly and kisses him.

“Thank you for being mine.” He tells you.

You blush and kisses him to hide it. “Thank you for being the love of my life.” He smiles widely and kisses your ring finger.

“Let’s get us clean and ready for our day! Honey moon starts now” he chuckles. You squeal and jumps into his arms happily.

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #rafe cameron x reader #baby daddy drew starkey #drew starkey x fem!reader #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron outer banks

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