#dad!drew starkey

[rafedarling]

hiii, saw your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could write something for dad!drew where his daughter is basically in like a revel teenager phase? she has a boyfriend which is not the best influence and it's just kind of mean to her parents so drew has to scold her but then one day she comes back from school being all sad because her boyfriend broke up with her, so he also conforts her with the break up. thanksss

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

pairing: husband!drew starkey x wife!reader

summary: your teenage daughter, ellie, is deep in her rebellious phase complete with a questionable boyfriend and a sharp tongue toward you and drew. tensions rise as drew steps in to set boundaries, but when ellie’s world crumbles after a breakup, he’s there to pick up the pieces, reminding her what family’s really about.

warning(s): english is not my native language. mild language, emotional themes (parent-teen conflict, breakup sadness), light mentions of a toxic relationship dynamic.

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You lean against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching Drew pace back and forth in front of the fridge. His jaw’s tight, and you can tell he’s trying to keep it together. Ellie’s upstairs, door slammed shut like it’s been every night this week, and the air in the house feels thick with unspoken words.

“She’s sixteen, Drew,” you say, voice soft but firm.

“She’s testing us. It’s normal.”

He stops pacing, running a hand through his hair is still a little messy from filming earlier.

“Normal? You heard how she talked to you at dinner. ‘Whatever, Mom, you don’t get it.’ Like you’re the enemy here.”

He shakes his head, exhaling hard.

“And that kid she’s dating? Ethan? I don’t trust him. She’s sneaking out, coming home late, and I swear she smells like smoke half the time.”

You bite your lip, because he’s right.

Ellie’s been a hurricane lately, snapping at you over little things, rolling her eyes at Drew’s attempts to joke with her, and clinging to her phone like it’s a lifeline to that boyfriend of hers. Ethan’s a lanky kid with a smirk you don’t like, always hovering too close when he drops her off. You’ve seen the way he talks over her, the way she shrinks a little around him, and it twists something in your chest.

“I’ll talk to her,”

Drew says finally, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“She’s gotta hear it from me this time.”

You nod, even though you’re not sure how it’ll go. Drew’s always been the softer one with Ellie, movie nights, piggyback rides when she was little, teaching her to surf last summer.

But lately, she’s been pushing him away, too, and you know it’s eating at him.

The next night, it comes to a head. You’re folding laundry in the living room when you hear the front door creak open way past curfew. Ellie’s boots scuff against the hardwood, and Drew’s already on his feet, meeting her in the hallway.

“Ellie, where’ve you been?”

His voice is calm but edged with something harder. You peek around the corner, catching sight of her, her hair messy, mascara smudged, that oversized jacket Ethan gave her hanging off her shoulders.

“With friends,” she mutters, not meeting his eyes.

“God, why do you always have to make a big deal out of everything?”

“Because it’s midnight, and you didn’t text us,” Drew says, stepping closer.

“You know the rules. And don’t act like this is nothing, your mom and I have been worried sick.”

She scoffs, tossing her bag onto the floor.

“Maybe if you guys weren’t so controlling, I wouldn’t have to lie about it.”

You feel your stomach drop, but Drew doesn’t flinch.

“Controlling? Ellie Starkey, we’re trying to keep you safe here. That boyfriend of yours… he’s not good for you. You’re different since you started hanging out with him, and not in a good way.”

Her eyes flash, and she steps toward him, voice rising.

“You don’t even know him, Dad! You just hate him because you hate me having a life. You and Mom are so embarrassing, always up in my business like I’m some kid.”

“You are a kid,” Drew snaps, louder than you’ve heard him in a while.

“You’re sixteen, not twenty-five, and you don’t get to talk to us like that. We’re your parents, not your punching bag.”

Ellie freezes, and for a second, you think she might back down. But then she spins on her heel, stomping up the stairs.

“Whatever. I don’t need this.”

The door slams again, and Drew stands there, hands on his hips, staring at the empty hallway. You walk over, resting a hand on his arm.

“She didn’t mean it,” you say quietly. “She’s just… lost right now.”

He sighs, pulling you into a quick hug.

“I hope you’re right.”

A week later, everything shifts. You’re in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner when Ellie shuffles in, her backpack still slung over one shoulder. Her face is puffy, eyes red, and she doesn’t say a word just drops into a chair and stares at the table.

You set the knife down, glancing at Drew, who’s just walked in with a script in hand. He stops short, brows furrowing.

“Ellie? What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer at first, just sniffles and swipes at her nose with her sleeve. You move closer, sitting across from her, but Drew beats you to it, crouching down beside her chair.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says, voice gentle now, all that frustration from before gone.

“Talk to me. What happened?”

Her lip trembles, and then it spills out.

“Ethan broke up with me.”

Her voice cracks, and she buries her face in her hands.

“He said I’m too boring, that I don’t ‘get’ him. And he’s already texting some other girl from school.”

You feel a pang of anger toward that little punk, but Drew’s already got it covered. He pulls a chair over, sitting close enough that his knee bumps hers.

“Ellie, listen to me,” he says, steady and sure.

“That guy? He’s an idiot. You’re not boring, Ellie, you’re smart and funny and way too good for someone who’d treat you like that.”

She peeks at him through her fingers, eyes glassy.

“Then why’d he dump me?”

“Because he’s a dumbass who doesn’t know what he’s got,”

Drew says bluntly, and you can’t help but smile a little.

“Guys like that they don’t see what matters. You deserve someone who’s gonna respect you, not tear you down.”

Ellie sniffs again, dropping her hands.

“I thought he liked me. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” you chime in, reaching for her hand.

“You’re figuring stuff out. That’s what this age is for.”

Drew nods, brushing a strand of hair out of her face like he used to when she was small.

“And hey, I know I’ve been hard on you lately. I’m sorry if it felt like I was coming down too tough. I just… I see you changing, and it scares me. I don’t want you to lose yourself over some guy who doesn’t deserve you.”

She looks at him, really looks at him, and her shoulders slump.

“I’m sorry, too, Dad. For being such a jerk. I didn’t mean to make you guys hate me.”

“We could never hate you,” you say, squeezing her hand.

“Never,” Drew echoes, pulling her into a hug.

She resists for half a second before melting into it, burying her face in his shoulder like she hasn’t in months. You catch his eye over her head, and he gives you a small, tired smile, relief and love all mixed together.

Later, after she’s eaten something and gone to bed, you and Drew sit on the couch, his arm around you.

“She’s gonna be okay,” he murmurs, kissing your temple.

“Yeah,” you say, leaning into him. “She’s got us.”

And in that quiet moment, with the house finally still, you know it’s true.

[willaminareads]

too busy

PARING: exhusband!drew x reader

SUMMARY: you and drew had been divorced for a little under a year now. while drew had your two kids this weekend, zach unfortunately let it slip, that mommy had a new "friend". drew was anything but thrilled.

WORD COUNT: 667 words

WARNINGS: possesive drew, angst, fluff, cursing, kids.

WILLA SPEAKS: hey! this is my first fic, on this blog, and i'm so excited!! please note that english is not my first language, so if any mistakes occur, i'm so sorry! enjoy<3

you stand outside his door, waiting for him to open it. you were a little nervous. you didn't exactly have a reason to be, but you were.

"y/n," drew says as he opens the door. "hi, baby, come in. the kids are in their playroom." he ushers you inside, hoping you didn't notice he let the nickname slip. old habits die hard.

you smile softly at the nickname but quickly stop once you notice. this is your ex. hell, not even just your ex—your ex-husband.

you follow him inside his new house. you liked it, though it did remind you of the house the two of you once shared.

"can i get you anything?" drew breaks the silence.

"you have tea?" you ask softly.

"the kettle is already on, sweetheart," he responds in the same soft tone. god, he knows me so well, you thought.

he finds a cup for you and starts preparing the tea. silence falls between you. it wasn't awkward per se, but not exactly pleasant either.

drew is the first to break the silence, still keeping all his attention on your tea. "zach says you've got a new friend." his tone is sharp, not at all soft like the one you'd heard just a couple of minutes ago.

a quiet "oh," was all you could muster up. you didn't know what to say. i mean, what could you say?

he turns his attention to you, handing you the cup of tea. "yeah, that was my reaction as well," he says bitterly.

you sigh. "come on, drew, don't do this." guilt written all over your face.

he lets out a dry laugh. "i didn't do shit, y/n."

"i'm allowed to move on, drew," you say softly, catching his gaze.

"the fuck you are," he sneers, placing his hands on the countertop. "i can't, so you don't get to either." his statement hangs in the air as you stare at each other.

you scoff. "no, you don't get to do this, drew. you fucked up. you didn't have time for us," you say, knowing how to hit him where it hurts.

"don't say that." he looks down, unable to meet your eyes.

"why not, drew? it's true," you state. "you were too busy with your big dreams, and, i mean, it worked out for you," you say, waving your arms slightly. "you have everything a man could want," you taunt.

"you know that's not true," he glares at you.

you shrug. "you can't have your cake and eat it too."

he scoffs at your comment. "right, okay. you're getting on my nerves, y/n," he bites. "you know how much i wanted to make this work. you know how much i love you—"

you cut him off. "loved."

"no, fuck that, and fuck you for saying it," he raises his voice at you. he doesn't do that often. "i'm sorry..." he takes a deep breath. "you know that i still love you. i just want another chance, y/n. let me show you that we can make this work," he says softly, reaching for your hand.

you shake your head at him. "we can't put the kids through another divorce, drew," you say softly.

"we won't," he says. "come on, y/n. we can make this work."

you sigh. "drew..."

"please," he says, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek.

"there's no new guy." drew stares at you, a little confused, waiting for you to continue. "that friend zach says he saw me with?" drew nods along. "it was chase."

"chase? as in my co-star chase?" drew asks, utterly confused.

"yeah... he and maddie came by to help me build a dresser." you bite your lip, your nerves taking over your body.

"oh," he falls silent.

"drew?" you ask.

"so, no new guy?" he asks with a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

"no new guy." you confirm.

"so... do you wanna marry me again..?" he asks.

"drew!" you exclaim with laughter as you smack his arm.

[chleem]

After the first date

One shot: singledad!drew starkey x younger!reader

Summary: after the first date with this 'perfect' guy, you head to his place for some mind-blowing sex. until...

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension, making out, talk of kinks, implied age gap (read at own caution

⋆.˚ don't copy or translate my work pls

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You couldn’t help yourself. 

The car ride over to his place was filled with sexual tension, that you and Drew knew couldn’t be ignored. 

Once the elevator door closes, you throw yourself onto Drew, lips locking in with his, in urgency. 

Drew, the blind date that your friend set you up with. 

You expected it to be some loser, because she always fails at finding the right guy for you. But to your surprise, Drew turned out to be incredibly charming. Yes, he was a bit older. But…he certainly didn’t look his age. 

The whole night, from the restaurant food, to the conversation topics, everything flowed perfectly. He was not only listening, but paying attention, and he had this kind of humor that fitted perfectly with yours. 

Perfectly. Is there a word more perfect than perfect? Because that’s how the date went. 

The date was perfect, which, was weird. 

There must be a catch to a perfect first date, right? But so far, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  

His back hits the wall with a thud, your arms wrapping around his neck to press yourself closer to him. 

You wanted him, and you showed him just that. 

He gasps into your mouth, surprised, and it takes a few seconds for him to relax under your touch. 

He kisses back, tender and slow compared to your desperate, passionate energy.

His lips are soft, but there's a certain intensity in how he deepens the kiss, allowing the moment to stretch, as if savoring each second. 

His hands roam around your back, feeling the material of your dress, as his breath mingles with yours. You do the same, hands running through his hair, then the back of his neck, then massaging gently on his shoulders. 

You can feel his heartbeat, steady and calm, as though he's slowly pulling you into his rhythm, balancing out the storm inside you with his quiet strength.

The elevator shakes quietly with each passing floor, and you could feel the hunger inside of you growing. 

It’s frantic, untidy, with no real rhythm—but it's genuine, filled with an undeniable sense of longing.

Too into it, it takes a few seconds for you to reopen your eyes after Drew pulls away, his mesmerizing blue eyes staring down at you.  

Still in each other’s arms, you mirror his expression, one of flushed cheeks, parted lips, and breathlessness. 

Ding. 

The elevator door opens, neither of you seems in a hurry to move, caught in the electricity of the connection you’ve just shared.

Ding.

Drew’s gaze never wavers from yours, and with a steady hand, he reaches out to stop the door from closing. 

Your eyes flicker to his lips, and you close your eyes, ready to welcome the softness of his lips again. 

Until, you hear a soft laugh escaping the air. 

You peek, and see Drew’s smile, soft yet playful. 

He leans in close to you, his nose ghostly brushing against yours.

“I don’t sleep- I don’t sleep on the first date.”

Ding.

You blink, the sudden shift in his tone pulling you back to reality. 

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything feels like it just...paused. You try to mask the disappointment that settles in, but it’s clear on the frown that’s creeping up your face.

Then…why did he bring you back to his place? 

Drew reaches for the button to keep the door from closing, his hand hovering just a bit longer than needed. 

“But-“ his hand comes up, brushing the hair away from your neck, “I’ll do it- I’ll break the fucking- fucking rule.”

A giggle escapes you when he finishes his sentence, your shoulders relaxing as his lips graze the skin there. 

It’s ticklish as he gently nibbles, lips traveling lower, lower, lower, ghosting over your cleavage. 

You let out a soft moan, hands tugging on his tie to take it off. 

...But it does the opposite. 

As your fingers tug, the tie tightens around his neck, pulling him just out of the rhythm you two had been in. 

Drew gasps, the sound surprising both of you, and he pulls away sharply, eyes wide for a moment as he catches his breath. 

You’re pushed away, panic coursing through your veins, as you realized you’ve probably just frightened him and ruined the chances of getting laid. 

“Shit- shit, I’m so sorry, shit-“

Ding.

Another reminder to get out the elevator. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again, hopeless as you watch his hand instinctively go to his neck, loosening the fabric with a quick movement. 

His eyes meet yours, and you prepare yourself for a deep scolding of some kind. 

Then, the corner of his lips curl up, the wrinkles around his eyes appearing, “kinks on the first date?”

You freeze for just a second, processing his words, then, laughter bubbles up between you two. You can’t help but chuckle—though it’s more shy than confident, a bit of heat creeping into your cheeks.

Drew’s arm comes up to the elevator door, his body leaning against it as an indication for you to step out. 

“I don’t know-“ you start, stepping out, feeling his presence behind you. 

The door shuts with a soft ding, and his footsteps match the click of your heels as you walk down the hall. “-I don’t mind choking. You?”

You take a quick look around—okay, okay, his apartment’s not that bad. The place looks sleek, modern, and way nicer than you expected.

Great. The perfect date, the perfect guy, perfect apartment, what could go wrong with this? 

You glance to your side, and a rush of butterflies hits you all at once—Drew’s already staring down at you. 

You don’t know if it’s the look itself or the blueness of his eyes, but it’s definitely something. 

You’re suddenly so aware of the words that just left your mouth; you’re playing a dangerous game right now. 

He licks his lips, and you feel the brief touch of his hand on your lower back, “spitting."

Nasty. Yet, you’re down for it. Down for this perfect man right here. 

You break eye contact, looking ahead of you as the two of you walked down the hall. And you don’t know why, but you’re intrigued to continue this conversation, “spanking.”

“Spanking? Receiving or…”

“Receiving,” you whisper, and then, he stops you at door 1104. 

You lean against the wall, watching the way he reaches into his pocket. You bite your lip, excited and anxious about his next words. 

Drew looks at you with that same smirk, a look that sends a wave of heat through you.

His eyes are unreadable for a moment, and then, he leans in. 

Your breath hitches as he towers over you, caging you close to the wall. 

Instinctively, you raise a hand, fingertips touching his loosened tie, then slowly unbuttoning his shirt. 

His lips are dangerously close to yours, and you relax your eyes, ready for a much needed, heated kiss, something more passionate that the one in the elevator. 

“Once I open the door…”

You hum, listening intently to Drew’s next words, voice now dropped to a low whisper. 

“We’re doing it- doing it on the counter…”

One of his hands slip underneath your dress, gripping the flesh of your thigh. 

A sharp breath escapes you, your back arching into him. 

“Gonna rip this dress off of you,”

His words come to an abrupt stop as lips come crashing into yours, eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait another second. 

You kiss him back immediately, your tongues mixing together once again. 

The sound of the door unlocking cuts through the air, and before you can even process it, you're swept off your feet. His arms wrap around you with effortless strength, lifting you off the ground, your body pressed against his.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you don’t dare to move away from his lips, too lost in the softness and wetness of them. 

You’ve never found yourself to enjoy kissing that much, yet, making out with Drew was electrifying, both of you fighting for control. 

The back of your thighs hit the cold kitchen counter, Drew’s hand forcing your legs apart. 

He stands between them, multitasking himself as his lips trail down your neck, a hand massaging your tits, the other snaking it’s way to your panties. 

You let out a soft groan as he bites down on your collarbone, your hands busy with his belt. 

But just as his hand cups your pussy over your panties, his belt falling to the floor with a hard thud,

A high-pitched scream echoes through the space. 

Both you and Drew’s movements come to a halt, and in a flash, he’s pushed himself away, and no man has ever got off of you any faster. 

“Shit-“

Drew rubs his face, fixing his shirt quickly, his eyes darting to what’s behind you, panic written all over his face. 

You’re still breathless, your mind hazy from your own horniness, but quickly the concern begins to creep in. 

What the hell was that scream? 

You push yourself off the counter, adjusting your dress, ready to ask him what’s going on, when-

“Ew, Dad! You bought a girl home?”

You turn your head sharply toward the source, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes lock onto the young girl standing in the doorway of one of the rooms. 

She…she looks a bit like Drew-

Wait- 

Dad???

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks as your eyes widen at her words. Drew is her dad? He’s a daddy? He- he has a daughter??

The room suddenly feels a lot smaller, and your stomach flips with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. 

The ‘perfect’ guy has a daughter. Your perfect date,…is a dad.

And as if it wasn’t enough, a young boy walks out from another room. 

You freeze, your heart pounding as he steps into view. Oh my god. 

He looks just like Drew, but a younger, chubbier version. 

"Why we screaming?” He asks, those familiar, piercing blue eyes glancing around, “Dad?”

The boy’s words hang in the air like a shot to your chest. 

Should you leave? Leave, leave, leave! Your brain shouts at you. 

“What- what are you doing here?” Drew finally speaks up, his voice having an edge of panic to it. He takes a step forward, and to your surprise, he steps in front of you, almost as if he’s shielding you from his kids.

Your heels allow you to peek over his shoulders, and you quietly stand behind him, unsure why you’re not bolting out the door. 

"Mom dropped us off," the young girl says casually. 

Mom???

Is he married? No way- 

You glance down at his left hand; no ring. Yeah, you remembered there was no ring on his finger. Plus, he didn’t mention anything about a partner…or kids. So…is he divorced? Split up? What- what’s going on? 

You could feel your brain frying as it scrambles to piece together the scene in front of you. 

"Mom dropped you off?" Drew asks, his voice tight with confusion and frustration. 

He steps out of the kitchen, moving in front of his daughter and son, his posture rigid, his eyes searching them both for some kind of explanation.

You’re left speechless, frozen in place, your mind still whirling with questions. You feel dizzy, almost disconnected from the scene unfolding before you.

What happened to…ripping your dress off?

What happened to…doing it on the counter? 

“Yeah- a few minutes ago,” his son answers. 

You watch Drew, your breath catching for a moment. 

He pokes his tongue against his cheek, a small, subtle movement, his eyes sharpening as he looks down at his kids. “Alright- um-“ Drew runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. His voice stutters out, “Give me a minute, okay?”

His kids exchange skeptical looks, then their eyes shift to you standing awkwardly in the kitchen. 

His daughter, with a knowing look, crosses her arms and says, “just not on the counter, please.”

Flush creeps on your cheeks, and you wished there was a hole to dig yourself into. 

A low chuckle escapes Drew, one that tells you he’s not surprised by his daughter’s attitude. The sound is almost amused, but there’s a hint of exhaustion in it, too.

"Get out of here, jeez,” he mutters, shaking his head as he waves them off, clearly over the whole thing.

His daughter rolls her eyes dramatically, but without saying another word, she turns, her brother trailing behind her, still casting curious glances your way.

As they disappear into their own bedrooms, the tension is slightly lifted, but only, replaced with awkward silence. 

The huge elephant sits in the room; what now? 

You both stand there, unsure of how to break the stillness. 

Drew rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit, his eyes darting from the floor to you.

You, who hasn’t moved in that short five minutes, fidget with your hands. 

"Look, I—“

"Hey, so I’m just—“

You both speak at the same time, your voices tripping over one another. 

Awkward chuckles stubbles out of you, and you place a hand over your mouth, signaling for him to start. 

“I- uh, wasn’t suppose to have them till tomorrow.”

You bite down on your lip, pushing your panicked thoughts aside to listen. 

Drew walks over, and stands on the other side of the kitchen counter. His blue eyes meet yours, and there’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that you can’t quite put your finger on.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out at first. His jaw clenches, his brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what to say.

“…but uh, yeah, that was, my kids,” his voice is barely above a whisper now. 

You look away from him, your gaze dropping to your hands, a nervous smile tugging at your lips. “They’re lovely,” you say, trying to lighten the awkwardness of the moment, though your mind is swirling with questions. 

Why didn’t he mention this? At any point tonight? Why didn’t your friend—who set up this date—say anything about him having kids?

Your smile falters just a little, as the questions gnaw at you. 

And he seems to read your mind- or, your body language. 

“I should’ve told you, earlier in the night.”

You raise your eyebrows in a 'yeah, you should’ve' way, your shoulders slouching slightly as you exhale, “not even after I told you I liked kids?” you mention, recalling that part during dinner.

He chuckles, the sound low and warm, a soft vibration that catches you off guard, pulling your attention back to him.

“Did you like those brats, then?” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. You can’t help but notice the way he looks at you—half-serious, half-amused—like he’s testing how you’ll respond.

“Clearly got it from their daddy,” you joke, laughing softly afterward.

Drew raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, clearly pleased by your retort. “Oh? Daddy kink?”

“Oh- god no,” you immediately say, and that earns a laugh from Drew. 

As you watch his smile, listening to the sound of his laugh, you can’t help but wonder, what’s it like going out with someone’s daddy?

A…really hot one. 

Aw, fuck, that’s weird. 

Well… the fact that you’re still standing here and not sprinting off, says a lot. 

Before you can add anything more, Drew checks his watch, his expression shifting slightly. His eyes meet yours, and there’s a touch of apology in them.

“Y’know, if the kids weren’t here…”

He walks around the counter, stepping beside you, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “you’d definitely be screaming into my pillows right now."

You immediately feel your face heat up, biting your lip to hold back the sudden rush of nervousness. Gosh, he’s good….probably why he has two kids. 

You shake your head lightly, almost as if to shake those thoughts off, and then you manage to say, “Your original plan, right?”

Drew’s lips twitch into a half-smile, his eyes still locked on you, but there’s something deeper behind them now. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low, the implication clear, “the original plan.”

The words hang in the air, but then you quickly break eye contact, your voice a little shaky as you respond.

"But uh— I should get going.”

He steps forward, a sudden urgency in his voice as he says, “Wait, lemme drive you—”

“No, I got it,” you interrupt, voice steady. 

He’s a bit taken back by it, but he nods slowly, "Okay... okay, well, at least let me walk you downstairs.”

You shake your head quickly, “no- no.”

“C’mon, please, y/n.”

It’s the way he says your name—gentle, coaxing—that makes your heart race again, and you couldn’t help it, “fine.”

His blue eyes light up instantly, that spark of relief and something else flickering across his face.

Drew steps aside, opening the door for you, leaning against it.

You could feel him staring down at you when you passed by him. 

And as you walk down the hallway with him, you find yourself lost for words. 

You’re still fixated on the fact that your perfect date is a dad. 

With two kids. 

Fuck. 

Did that make him even more perfect? Or the opposite?

You…you really don’t know. 

“You, you okay?” Drew asks, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.”

He presses the button once you reach the elevator door, and you can’t help but feel self-conscious as the two of you wait for it to arrive.

You keep your eyes focused on the top screen, watching the floor the elevator is currently on. 

Then, you feel a heavy fabric drape onto your shoulders, and when you turn toward Drew, your hands brushing against the cloth, you realize he's given you his suit jacket.

“Oh—thanks,” you say, surprised. You can’t quite tell if it’s the warmth of the jacket or the gesture itself that’s making your heart race again.

Drew smiles, the wrinkles around his eyes appearing again. 

Ding. 

You step in the elevator with Drew. 

Ding.

He presses the button for the first floor, his shoulder brushing against yours as you stand close to him.

You can’t help but glance at him, at the side of his face, your mind flooding with the memories of a few minutes ago, of making out in this exact elevator. 

But with the way he keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, eyes staring ahead, that controlled stillness about him, you realize he's not going to make a move.

He’s not gonna initiate another kiss in the elevator. 

A kiss that might escalate to a full blown make-out session. 

A make-out session that might be better than the last one you shared-

“Mph!”

Drew suddenly turns around, hands cupping your face as his lips crash into yours. 

You stumble slightly, the jacket falling off your shoulders as you melt into him, letting instincts take over. 

He kisses you, as if your lips are what keeps him alive. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling against him as you savor the way his lips taste. Sweet, soft, and intoxicating, things you wouldn’t expect a first date to taste like. 

Let alone, a dad. 

Your tongue sloppily thrusts into his, while you find his growing rougher by the second. 

Shit, he’s a good kisser. 

Ding.

The elevator door opens, and a soft gasp is heard. 

You furrow your eyebrows, pulling away from Drew. 

Behind him, you see an elderly woman, her hands gripping a bag of groceries, her eyes wide in surprise.

Great. The second- third person to catch you making out with Drew. 

He follows your gaze, turning his head. His shoulders drop when he sees the elderly woman, and you quickly pull his hands off your face. 

“Hi,” you whisper to her, before rushing past her, mostly due to embarrassment. 

“Hi, uh, hey, Ms Jones,” you hear Drew call out, his voice slightly hushed. 

Upon hearing footsteps following behind you, you slow down, trying to steady your breath.

“That was Ms Jones,” Drew whispers to you, and then, you feel the same fabric drape over your shoulders again. He steps a little closer, his voice low, “yeah- sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“That- uh, that,” his eyes flicker to your lips again. 

“That kiss?” 

The building’s front door opens by itself, and you step out, pulling out your phone to call an Uber. 

 “No- the interruptions.”

Interruptions. Plural. 

A smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone, fingers coming to a halt. 

“I told you, my original plan.”

An Uber coming your way, just around the corner. 

You look up, meeting his blue eyes that seem to reflect every thought he has, raw and unguarded.

“I know,” you tell him, before adding, “besides, you’ve got my number.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I- I do.”

“So do the plan next time.”

“I know- I’ll definitely…definitely do you next time.”

You look away, a bit shy under the intensity of his eyes and words. 

“So call me,” you say, looking ahead, and you hear a chuckle from him. 

“I will.”

“You will?”

“Yeah. Will…will you answer?”

“Depends. Will you be alone?”

“Of course,” he says, his voice a little quieter now. 

Then, the headlights of a car approach, and you start to shrug off his jacket, but he stops you.

“Keep it,” he says, his voice soft but insistent. “Gives me a reason to see you again.”

“You need a reason to see me?” you ask, teasingly with your eyebrows raised.

“...No,” he chuckles, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh, but you keep the jacket on. 

“Call me,” you whisper again, as he opens the car door.

His hand hovers over the top of the car as you settle in, and he leans down, his face inches from yours.

“I don’t know… isn’t there a rule to wait three days?”

You roll your eyes, your own lips betraying you as you smile, reaching to close the door. 

But then, he catches your hand, holding it for a second before saying, “it’s a promise.”

He lets go and closes the car door, stepping back. But he doesn’t break eye contact, holding it through the window.

You wave goodbye, and so does he, his smile lingering just a little longer.

The car starts to drive off, and even as it gets further away, you keep looking back, seeing Drew standing there, watching you go.

And when he gradually fades into the distance, you sit back, your hands coming up to touch your lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

This could either go perfectly right, or leave you a crumbling mess. 

Well, you might have to decide about that on the second date.

… Or when he calls.

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word count: 3.8k

࣪𖤐 a/n: hello??? i actually got very shy writing this, dad!drew is my fav T_ T

plus, this brown suit lives in my mind rent free

and yes, this piece might be a bit cringe but i like it, sue me

elevator | other

[rafeshit]

dad!drew x pregnant!reader

warnings — fluff and stuff :)

summary — drew being overprotective when you leave a hotel to see a swarm of paparazzi and fans at the doorway

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You stand in front of the hotel room mirror, applying a final coat of mascara as Drew sits behind you, watching with an admiring gaze. You're both getting ready to head out to dinner, and you can't wait to dig into the food.

"Drew, I have been craving seafood all day," you say, setting the mascara wand down on the counter. "I hope they have some options at this restaurant." You groan, all you need right now is seafood, your whole pregnancy you had been craving it like clockwork.

Drew's face lights up with a smile. "You're in luck, because I checked the menu online and they have an entire section dedicated to seafood. You're going to be in heaven baby."

You let out a squeal, happy to hear that, and Drew gets up from his chair, walking over to where you stand. He drops to his knees, his hands on either side of your belly, and presses his lips to your stomach through the tight black dress, sending kisses all over your stomach. "Hey there, buddy," he coos, speaking to your bump. "Mama's been craving some fish, huh? Are you hungry, baby?"

As if on cue, the baby kicks, and you both laugh at that coincidence.

"Looks like someone's excited for dinner," Drew says, chuckling, looking at you.

You run your hand over your belly, feeling the pressure of the baby's kicks. "I think someone's been listening to our conversation," you say smiling.

Drew plants one more kiss on your stomach before standing up, holding out a hand to help you turn around. You take one last glance in the mirror, making sure your makeup is perfect, before grabbing your bag and nodding at Drew.

"Ready to go?" he asks, and you nod. as you head out the door, Drew wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You lean into him, and step out into the hallway. As the elevator doors slide open, you and Drew step inside, pressing the button for the lobby. The ride down is quick and quiet, and your hands are interlocked with Drew’s as he kisses you on the cheek.

As you exit the elevator, you push through the glass doors, and surprisingly you're met with a swarm of paparazzi and screaming fans. You blink, taken aback by the chaos. "How did they even find us?" you wonder out loud, grasping Drew's arm for support. You'd only arrived in town today, and you'd been discreet about your whereabouts.

Drew shields your face from the flashing cameras, as you step outside. "Let's just get through this," he mutters, guiding you through the crowd. Fans reach out, begging for autographs and pictures, but Drew politely declines, mentioning your dinner reservation. You nod in agreement, trying to stay focused on getting through the crowd.

But just as you think you're making progress, a paparazzi grabs your arm, yanking you back. "How's the pregnancy going?" he asks, his camera lens inches from your face, flashing bright white flicks in your face, practically blinding you.

You stumble, almost losing your balance, but Drew quickly reacts, catching you. He shoves the paparazzi away with his shoulder, giving him just enough force to get him to back off. "Watch yourself, dick wad," Drew spat, "You could've hurt her."

The paparazzi sneers, but Drew's warning is clear. "You're going to need to do better than that if you want a shot," Drew adds. You take a deep breath, continuing through the crowd. Drew wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in even closer.

Finally, you see the black sedan waiting for you, and Drew opens the door, helping you inside. You collapse onto the seat, exhaling a sigh as the door closes behind you. "Are you okay?" Drew asks, moving a piece of hair from your face.

You nod, still shaken up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Drew takes your hand and scans your face. "Anytime, baby. Now, let's get to that seafood, right?” He offers a smile, to which you could reciprocate.

As the car pulls away from the curb, you start to feel dizzy. The encounter with the paparazzi was more than you can handle, and the motion of the car isn't helping. You sway slightly to the side, feeling like you're going to faint.

Drew's eyes snap to yours, "Hey, hey, are you okay?" he asks, quickly releasing his seatbelt and moving closer to you.

You nod, trying to assure him, but the words get stuck in your throat. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. Without hesitation, Drew takes your hand and pulls you into his side. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you close, and begins to speak softly into your ear. "Take slow, deep breaths, baby. You're alright now. I've got you."

You nod, already feeling better as you lean into him. He tenderly strokes your hair, his fingers gentle against your scalp. "That was a close call back there." he says, verbally upset about it.

As the car continues to move, Drew holds you tight. Your dizziness begins to subside and after a few minutes, you feel well enough to sit up straight again. Drew helps you adjust your seatbelt and hands you a bottle of water from the car's mini-fridge.

"Here, drink this," he says, "You must have gotten dehydrated from the shock."

You take a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe your throat. "Thank you.”

Drew smiles, "Anytime, baby. Now, let's get to that dinner and get you those crab legs."

“Thank God.” You chuckle. Upon arrival at the restaurant everything else went smoothly, you had a nice romantic dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city and you enjoyed your seafood by clearing off the entire plate. When it came time to go back to the hotel drew made sure to step out the car first and make a pathway for you by telling the fans that you were expecting and needing the space. They obeyed, because they were respectful as always.

Finally you reach the hotel room and collapse on the bed, drew following suit. he wraps his arm around your tummy and smiles at you, to which you smile back. He places a kiss on you lips and you both then prepare to get ready for bed.

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how about we go a lil angsty? the reader hadn’t yet told him about her being pregnant bcs she remembers Drew once said he doesnt know if he wants to be a dad and so she tried to bring the topic up with hypothetical questions and his answers not exactly the thing she wanted to hear so she went all silent and pulled herself away and stuff.

I dont wanna give it away, so please you decide the ending..either they communicate and Dad!Rafe rise or…

I Want This

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Abortions and Miscommunication

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

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Well… She doesn’t know what she expected the results to be, but this is definitely an answer. Y/N doesn’t even think she can focus on the opinion she has of this situation because all she can think about is Drew’s.

———

“Awww, Babe, look at this pic of Lils that Mac sent me,” he gushed, holding his phone up to his fiancée. She looked up from her laptop, “So cute. Ugh, I miss them so much. I mean look at those little baby rolls. I just want to cuddle the cutie.” He smiled and brought her head under the crook of his neck. “I know. We have to visit them soon. I’m so glad I have a niece. It means I can be the fun uncle forever and never have to be a dad,” he mindlessly thought out loud, going back to scrolling on his phone. This caused her to freeze; they never talked about having kids, but he was so good with them that she assumed he would want them. She should’ve asked him about it because she wanted them. She didn’t though. Kids were important to her and so was Drew. She wasn’t ready to cause a rift in their relationship because of something small. 

———

Staring at the positive pregnancy test, she has to figure out a way to gauge how he would feel about it before actually telling him the truth. Once she knows how he feels, it will help her decide how she wants to feel about it seeing that if they are on the opposite page, then she would have to make a difficult decision. She shoves the positive tests into the box and hides them in her makeup drawer. He never goes looking there. She exits the bathroom, lets out a deep breath, and heads to the kitchen to start getting lunch ready. Drew is coming home from filming in Morocco later today. The music blasting through the speakers makes her unaware of the new presence in the house. He smiles at the dancing silhouette cutting potatoes. His hand drops over her eyes and she sets the knife down with a grin. Her arms wrap around her neck to bring him down towards her. This allows her to pepper his face with kisses. “Hey, you weren’t supposed to be back until tonight,” she notices, turning the music off. His hand rests on her hip, “I was, but I was offered an early flight and I couldn’t say no to seeing my girl early. I missed you and I love you.” She sinks into his hold. “I missed and love you too.”

The couple spend the next half an hour cooking together before settling themselves at the dining room table. Since they talked to each other throughout cooking, silence falls over them. A chime comes from his phone and he checks it to see a text from his sister. “Mac is planning on coming down with Lils and my mom soon. They can stay in the guest room, right?” Drew confirms, reading over the text again. She nods, “Yeah, I’ll get it ready over the weekend and buy one of those travelling crib things for Lils. It is going to be fun to have a baby around the house. The guest room would make a nice baby room in the future. It has nice big windows and the closet is the perfect size.” The chuckle that comes out of his mouth drops her stomach into a furnace. 

“What’s so funny?” she questions. He shrugs, “Not the babysitting part. They could both use a break and I will never say no to spending time with my niece. It’s just the thought of having to turn the guest room into a baby room is funny.” 

“Oh, why?”

“I don’t know. It’s a guest room. I mean where would our family stay when they come over?” 

“Yeah, where would they stay?”

She should probably ask if he meant he can’t imagine the room as a baby room right now or if it was a forever thought; however, she is scared of the answer she is going to get so she shuts down the conversation. They sit in a new tension-filled silence that he pretends he can’t feel. 

———

After lunch, Y/N retreats to the backyard to swing in the hammock. This tells him that she needs some space and he knows she is upset when she is still outside at eleven p.m. The friction of the patio door sliding against each other makes her turn to him. She doesn’t acknowledge his presence, waiting for him to say something. He places the plate of pasta he made for dinner onto the side table beside the hammock. “I found the pregnancy tests,” he states, bringing one of the patio chairs close to her. She freezes and sits up. Her legs swing over the fabric to face him, “How?” “Maddie helped me pick out clay pot Moroccan lipstick for you and I wanted to surprise you with it. I was going to hide it in your drawer…” he explains, eyes falling to his fingers and trailing off at the end. Her head moves up and down. Her thoughts are moving around her head a thousand miles a second. He is going to break up with her. He is going to make her have an abortion. Or worse. He is going to make her choose between the baby or him on the spot. 

He grows nervous when she doesn’t say anything and his suspicions are confirmed. He understands why she is unsure about talking to him about this. The way he has spoken about having a baby in the past could’ve given her the wrong idea. He hesitantly reaches to place a hand on hers and does it when she doesn’t shy away. “I want you to know that the decision about what we do with the baby is up to you and I will be at your side during the whole process,” he assures. Her confusion causes tears to crop up in her eyes, “You don’t want the baby though. I know that, so if you are going to break up with me because I do, then just do it. But making me have to choose is kinda cruel.” His heart squeezes, hating that his words aren’t coming out as he means them to be. His head shakes like crazy and he sits beside her. He brings her head against his chest, “Babe, I don’t want to break up with you. I want to have this baby with you too.”

“You want the baby? Then how come you don’t think the guest room would be a good baby room?”

“Because my office would be a better one. The windows aren’t too big so it won’t wake the baby up in the morning and the closet there is even bigger, so when they get older they can have as many clothes as their heart desires.”

“Okay, you are right… What about when you said you want to be an uncle forever and never be a dad?”

“Honestly, I never really thought I would want to be a dad. I was content with being an uncle, but, Babe, when I found that pregnancy test, all I could think about was how happy I was to be bringing a child into the world with the most amazing woman in the world and I couldn’t wait to raise them with you.”

She leans back and rests a warm palm on his cheeks, trying to hold back her tears. “So you want to have this baby?” she verifies. He kisses the tears away, “I want this, Babe. I promise. We are going to do this. Together.”

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6 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 🎄 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒚

𝙳𝚊𝚢 5 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊 - 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊, 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚠’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎��.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖) 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡

The Hollywood Christmas Gala was the kind of event dreams were made of—celebrities mingling under shimmering chandeliers, champagne flutes sparkling like jewels, and a soft medley of jazz-style Christmas classics filling the air. You felt like you’d stepped into a movie yourself, your elegant gown catching the warm glow of the fairy lights draped across the grand ballroom.  

Drew Starkey had been the perfect gentleman all evening, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as you made your rounds, greeting industry elites and posing for photos. But as the night wore on, you noticed a shift in his demeanor. His jaw tightened every time another man leaned in too close, their compliments lingering just a little too long.  

It wasn’t until a well-known actor chuckled at something you said, brushing his hand against your arm, that Drew had enough. He had made his way over to the both of you, greeting the other actor and engaging in some light conversation. Drew was seething through every second of it. After a few minutes, his hand slid to your wrist, firm but not harsh, as he leaned in and whispered, “Excuse us,” with a tight smile patting the fellow actor on the back. Before you could protest, he was leading you out of the ballroom, down a side hallway cloaked in shadows.  

“Drew,” you started, your voice a mixture of confusion and surprise, but he stopped you with a look—intense, smoldering, and entirely possessive.  

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and rough, the words vibrating through you. “Don’t forget that.”  

Before you could respond, his hands were on you, sliding down the soft fabric of your gown as he pressed you gently but firmly against the wall. His lips found the curve of your neck, leaving heated kisses that sent shivers down your spine.  

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured between kisses, his hands wandering, igniting your skin with every touch. The distant hum of voices and laughter from the gala seemed a world away, the lavish party nothing but a backdrop to this raw, unfiltered moment.  

You opened your mouth to tease him, but the sight of someone walking by made you freeze. Drew paused too, his lips hovering against your skin, both of you sharing a silent, mischievous grin as the voices grew louder.  

“We should stop,” you whispered, though you didn’t mean it.  

“Not a chance,” he replied, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours.  

He pulled you toward a nearby door, pushing it open to reveal a luxurious, dimly lit bathroom. Before the door even clicked shut, Drew’s lips were back on yours, his hands working with a precision that was almost unfair. The soft glow of the marble sconces highlighted the flush on your cheeks as the cool counter pressed against your back, a perfect contrast to the heat building between you.  

He moved you over to the sink. Staring at each other in the mirror you see him fidgeting with his belt and pants. He frees himself and begins to lift your dress and bunch it up at your waist. You grab it from him, holding it against the sink you grip in anticipation. You feel a smack come down on your bare ass and then Drew’s hands rubbing the same spot and move to explore the rest of you. 

“All of this belongs to me. Every perfect inch,” he growls into your ear. 

He pushes your upper half down, and with one swift motion, he plunges himself into you. You feel his cock fill you up, stretching you to the limit, and you cry out in pleasure. Drew's hand continuously smacks your ass, the sound echoing off the walls of the bathroom, while the other hand grips your shoulder hard, forcing you back into him as he pounds into you.

As Drew bends you down further into the sink, the sound of the party outside the bathroom door fades into the background, and all that's left is the sound of your ragged breathing and the brutal pounding of Drew's cock into your pussy. He unzips the back of your dress just a bit, yanking, revealing your breasts, to watch them bounce with each rough thrust in the mirror. The cool air of the bathroom hits your skin, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as Drew's hand now roams over your body.

"Who's pussy is this?" Drew grits through his teeth, his voice low and husky with desire. You feel his hot breath on your skin, and you cry out between moans, "This pussy is yours, baby." The words are barely out of your mouth before Drew's hand comes down on your ass again, the sting of the slap sending a shiver down your spine.

You don't shy away from being loud, the loud music from the party drowning out any noise coming from the bathroom. And thank god, because Drew loves hearing how good he makes you feel. He's a man who takes pleasure in your pleasure, and he's not afraid to show it.

As you clench around his cock, Drew can tell you're close. The hand that was previously smacking your ass moves to your throat, and his fingers lift your chin. "You keep your eyes open and look in that mirror at who's making you feel like this," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "The one who can make you come like this."

You do as he says, your eyes locking onto his in the mirror. You see the desire and passion burning in his blue eyes, and you feel a surge of excitement. You stare deep into his eyes, feeling his cock pounding into you, and you come hard. The orgasm rips through your body, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Drew continues his ravishing pace, pushing you through your orgasm and beyond. He's not done with you yet, and he readies himself up for his own release. His hands are still on your body, one still gripping your shoulder, the other still wrapped around your throat. He's holding you in place, forcing you to take every inch of his cock as he pounds into you.

"I'm going to come, fuck," he growls, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum, and you're going to take it all. Then you’re gonna pull your panties back up and wear it out there. Little reminder of who's good girl you are." You feel his cock swelling, his movements becoming more erratic, and you know he's close. You're still coming down from your own orgasm, but you feel another one building, ready to be unleashed.

Drew's eyes are still locked onto yours in the mirror, and you see the moment he comes. His eyes flash with pleasure, and his body tenses, his cock pulsing with his release. You feel his hot cum filling you up, and you cry out, another orgasm ripping through your body.

As you both come down from your orgasms, Drew's hands slowly release their grip on your body. He pulls out of you, and you feel his cum dripping down your thighs. You're both breathless, your bodies shaking with pleasure.

Drew's eyes are still locked onto yours, and you see the passion and desire burning in them. "You're mine," he growls, his voice low and husky. He does as he promised, kneeling to lift your thong up, it immediately feeling wet against your skin, from the come left behind. You smile, feeling a surge of excitement. 

Hand in hand, you slipped back into the gala, your secret hidden behind glowing smiles and sparkling champagne, knowing the real highlight of the night had nothing to do with the cameras or the crowd. 

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[notmuchtofind]

unexpected pt1 | d.s

word count: 2k

fluff & angst

tw: mentions of car accidents, injury, fatalities and abortion

synopsis: you and drew can’t wait to start your little family in your brand new home. However, things take a turn for the worst…

"Good morning babe!”

The raspy voice seeps through the small speakers in your phone as you lift your finger from the slightly smudged screen. You rub the palm of your hand over your eye before turning over in your bed, bringing your phone with you and engulfing yourself in the duvet that appears 10x larger when you're alone.

"Morning" you whispered slightly in a somnolent voice "what time is your flight again?" you question, whilst glaring at the blue eyes of the boy you're so madly in love with through the phone screen.

"My flights at 2pm for me but..9am for you?" Drew says, slightly second guessing himself.

Drew has been away filming for a few weeks at a time whilst you've been staying home. The new house you and Drew have just bought was in need of some new interior and seen as though you both consider yourselves to be quite the creative pairing, you've decided to renovate and decorate by yourselfs. However, it seems to be proving more difficult than anticipated, and with Drew being away a little more than you also anticipated, it appears it's getting a little stressful.

You sigh, the thought of having to wait an extra 12 hours from now for your boyfriend to be home aches your heart. A conflicting feeling of sadness and excitement take turns filling the pit in your stomach, as being reunited is so close, yet so far away

You wonder if the stress of decorating the house and being alone for weeks at a time is also heightened by the hormonal imbalances your body is experiencing over these past 3 1/2 months.

Finding out you were pregnant was frightening to say the least. You hadn't planned it, you may have discussed it from time to time with Drew but you had it in your mind that that phase of your life was to come a little bit later down the line. So when you found out you were pregnant, the initial thought was to terminate the pregnancy...However, after a few weeks of discussions, and seeing how amazing Drew was being an uncle to his sister's son, you became very open to the idea of keeping it. And Drew agreed, even though he expressed that he would've been supportive with any decision you chose to make, he seemed the most happiest when he thought about hearing the little pitter patters of feet on the floor boards, or the sound of giggles so pure that are simultaneously shared with yours.

"Okayyyy" you nod whilst dragging out your syllables as you shuffle around in bed.

"How are you, baby?" Drew questions with a beaming grin and a slight spring in his voice. Drew quickly follows up his question with another "and baby?"

You glance at your beaming boyfriend through the screen and giggle to yourself. "were missing you" you wine, pouting your lips slightly, trying to make him feel sorry for you. "I miss you" he coos "but i'll be home soon, to look after you both! And also finish renovating this house before she arrives'' he gushed

Seen as the pregnancy was not planned, neither of you was prepared beforehand. You and Drew had owned separate apartments prior to buying this house. Even though you practically lived together whenever you could rustle up the chance, it always would go back to being only your space. or only his space. with only your belongings that subside or, vice versa. Even though You and Drew could've lived in your own little bubble forever, responsibilities and chores needed to be carried out to determine that your individual lives ran smoothly. Meaning time apart was necessary. But when you decided to keep the baby and start this little family, you both agreed it was necessary to look at buying a house.

You both agreed you wanted to know the gender of your baby, so you could customise the nursery and pick out the cutest, tiniest baby growths and hats, ready for your baby girl's arrival. Watching Drew hold up tiny shoes and fluffy teddies whilst shopping for your daughter melted your heart. You'd giggle whilst rolling your eyes and taunt him about already having basically the same product in the basket, but he'd wine and ensure the product was different, most of the time only in colour or size, and you was unable to argue with him as he was already determined that he was purchasing that item. He already couldn't say no to spoiling her, and she hadn't even arrived yet.

The house is large, a 5 bed 3 bathroom colonial stately home. Open plan kitchen and dining area, with multiple lounges and a couple studies. a pool and 2 acres of land. it’s been a joint dream for you and drew to own a home just like this one. so when you came across it on the market, you had a feeling this was going to be yours. your forever home. at least one of them! However, The catch? It needed renovation, and a lot of it. But you guys are determined to get the main rooms completely ready before the baby comes. However, you've got 6 months until she arrives and not even the nursery is finished. Did you guys bite off more than you can chew?

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Drew was now just over an hour away from landing at the airport and you can feel you heart begin to fill with joy. Even though it takes you half an hour to drive to the airport, you decided to grab your bag and car keys and set off now. an attempt to miss the evening traffic.

Driving down the motorway, you hear your phone start to chime, "fuck" you mumble to yourself, Knowing your phone resides deep in your bag. The ringing is your ever so familiar alarm that you set to ensure you remember to take medication you've been on for your morning sickness. You let the chime ring out for a few seconds before it starts to test your patience.

"ugghhh" you moan... You reach your hand over to your bag whilst your other hand rests on the steering wheel, keeping your eyes on the road. you wiggling your fingers trying to locate the phone inside. You glance over to the bag, still reaching whilst trying to keep control of the car.

Your hand finally grasps your phone and you pull it out of your bag, setting it aside so you can switch off the echoing alarm. As you glance down, making sure you’re hovering your finger over the correct button, screeching tears through your ears.

Before you could react, your vision went black.

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Smoke fills your lungs and your body is limp. you began to gasp for air as you can feel your heart pounding at a rate you've never seemed to experience before. you reach around trying to find something to grasp onto but your vision is blurry.

Blood floods the fabric of your clothes, taking up almost every inch. You realise the only way out of your vehicle is the already broken window that appears the opposite way round. Glass still resides on the edges of the window, but you don't contemplate your exit, you begin to crawl out of the opening. As you do so you notice your legs unresponsive, but the pain you feel is little to none, as the adrenaline rushing through your veins is enough to numb your body and thoughts. The only thought you have is to make your way out of this situation alive.

The sound of sirens replaced the sound of your heart beat. As you lay at the side of the road with one elbow propping your body up. you notice the impact your body has taken. your leg looked to be disoriented and your flesh was not attached to your bones. The pain started to seep through your body and you whimpered in pain whilst screaming for help. The truck that had hit you was on its side and your car was upside down. People began to gather and surround you as the sirens grew closer. After fighting the energy to stay awake you find yourself crippled with exhaustion, your eyes start to flutter shut...the sounds start to fade away.

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Your eyes flutter, resisting the bright light that your met by and the smell of chemical aromas that are ever so strong. “baby…? that’s it. it’s drew” the muffled voice echoes through your ears, a voice that sounds uncertain, but a voice that grants you comfort.

"cmon baby, i'm here with you...you're gonna be okay y/n/n"

You begin to try to lift your head but a shooting pain descends down your back, you wince in pain as you drop your head back down to the white pillow.

"hey, hey! stop y/n/n, just rest okay. You're okay now. you're safe" Drew ensures whilst squeezing your hand in the palm of his.

You dart your eyes over to your puffy eyed boyfriend sat in the hospital chair. the anaesthesia and medication your body is under makes it hard to think straight, but you manage to give a slight reassuring smile to your boyfriend, just to tell him that you're hearing what he's saying and that you're relieved that he's the one by your bedside.

You notice Drew's eyes are glazed over and his pupils swell with joy. He gives you an identical smile. "Hey baby" he whispers whilst still squeezing your palm.

"I'm just going to get the doctors okay? Just to tell them you're awake" He explains. He stands carefully and begins to make his way out the hospital room.

The doctor enters the room as Drew grabs your hand and sits back by your side. you glance around, unsure of how to feel. your heart races as your consciousness starts to come back. You're slightly unsure of the intensity and trauma your body has just been through, but something feels incredibly off.

Your eyes dart to the doctor as he begins.

"Hello miss y/l/n, i'm doctor Edward's" he pauses "You've been in a severe car accident involving 1 other person" the doctor states...

"now there's a few things i'd like to go over if that's okay with you miss y/l/n and mr Starkey'' Drew nods eagerly as you widen your eyes, unable to move your neck.

"It looks as if you've broken your right leg miss y/l/n, as well as fracturing your collar bone, elbow and neck" he states. “you’ve experienced extremely deep tissue wounds to the calf’s and back muscles and a light head injury” he adds whilst ensuring he's making eye contact with yourself and drew.

"with the severity of the car crash, i'm extremely glad you're alive miss y/l/n, as your body has undergone quite the trauma" he states whilst looking down at his noteboard.

Your hearing what the doctors saying, yet none of it is settling in, you're heart is still racing and the pit in your stomach is growing larger and larger, all your mind resides on is your baby girl that's growing inside your stomach, the deep pain in your heart aches to know if your baby is okay.

You manage to muster the strength to ask the question that's been spinning round your head "is-is our baby okay?" you ask. You glance over at Drew, trying to gain an answer, However, he doesn't seem to meet your eyes, he's looking down at the floor, and you can see his breaths start to become unsteady. You quickly look over to the doctor and the look he gave you was a sympathetic one

"I’m terribly sorry miss y/l/n...umm...i'm afraid you suffered a miscarriage whilst being involved in the car crash"

You're taken back by his words and your hearing begins to muffle, you're unsure of how to react, you're unsure if the information has even hit you yet. You look over to drew and lock eyes as he's already staring at you with a look so heart wrenching. he Engulfed you in a hug. Drew kisses your forehead as he whispers

“Everything’s going to be okay”

a/n : i’m planning on doing 2 more parts to this story, one in drew’s POV and one about the impact of the miscarriage… i could possibly do a 4th part of how drew and the reader eventually try for another baby and start a family? lmk what you think <33

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[rafedarling]

drew dealing with rustyns tantrums yk when toddler go through that phase 🥹

love this 👶🏻 love seeing tantrum baby vs drew dad

𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

request: open

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: new year’s eve is a night for celebrations, but for drew and you, it’s also a reminder of how challenging bedtime has become with your three-year-old son, rustyn.

warning(s): english is not my native language. toddler tantrums, perenting struggles, firm discipline (not hard or abusive)

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New Year’s Eve always been a fun and filled with laughter, music, and the fairy lights strung around the living room. Rustyn, who had been riding a sugar high from earlier snacks and dancing with his parents, was now sprawled on the rug, building a block tower with Drew.

You glanced at the clock: 8:30 PM. Rustyn’s bedtime. It’s always been Rustyn bedtime since he was 1 and you never had a hard time putting him to bed until now

“Rustyn, baby,” you called gently, leaning forward. “It’s bedtime, sweetie.”

Rustyn didn’t even look up.

Drew tried, his tone still calm but a little firmer.

“Come on, bud. You know what time it is time to go to bed.”

Your son continued stacking blocks as if he hadn’t heard a word.

You sighed, standing and walking over to him.

“Do you want Mama or Dada to put you to bed tonight, honey?”

For a moment, Rustyn paused, considering. Drew added, “Mama’s asking you a question, bud. What’s it gonna be?”

Rustyn finally glanced up and answered with a defiant, “No.”

You glanced at Drew, your face falling slightly. Drew caught your look and immediately stood, scooping Rustyn up from the floor despite his protests.

“That’s not how this works, Rusty. It’s bedtime, no arguments,” Drew said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Rustyn immediately began to whine, squirming in Drew’s arms.

“No! no bedtime!”

Drew carried him to his room as you followed a few steps behind, your stomach already twisting at the familiar wails. The moment Drew closed the door to Rustyn’s room, the real tantrum began.

“No, no, no!” Rustyn screamed, his little fists pounding against Drew’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to sleep! I’m not tired!”

Drew sat down on the edge of Rustyn’s bed, holding him firmly but gently in his lap.

“Rustyn,” he said in a low, steady voice, “stop. I need you to calm down.”

Rustyn wailed louder, his little body trembling with frustration.

“No! wanna play!”

You lingered outside the door, listening as Drew handled the meltdown with his signature combination of patience and authority.

“Rusty,” Drew said again, this time softening his tone, “look at me.”

He gently cupped Rustyn’s face in his hands, guiding his tear-streaked eyes to meet his.

“I know you don’t want this fun night to end. I get it and I don’t want it to end either. But you know the rules. It’s bedtime, and your body needs rest.”

Rustyn sniffled but didn’t respond, still glaring at his dad with watery eyes.

“You’re upset,” Drew continued, “but screaming and hitting isn’t how we solve problems, is it?”

Rustyn shook his head slightly, his resolve beginning to crumble.

“Good,” Drew said, brushing a strand of hair out of Rustyn’s face.

“Now, let’s talk about this. Why don’t you want to go to bed?”

Rustyn hesitated before mumbling, “I want stay with Mama. No alone.”

Drew sighed, his features softening even more.

“You’re not alone, bud. Your room is right next to ours. Mama and I are always close by. But we need time to rest too, so we can keep having fun with you tomorrow.”

Rustyn whimpered, burying his face in Drew’s chest.

“But I’m not sleepy…”

“You’re not sleepy now,” Drew acknowledged, rubbing soothing circles on Rustyn’s back, “but if you stay up, you’ll be so tired tomorrow that you won’t want to play. Is that what you want?”

Rustyn shook his head vigorously.

“Okay, then. How about you lie down, and I’ll stay with you for a few minutes until you feel sleepy. Deal?”

Rustyn considered this before nodding slowly.

Drew glanced at you, standing in the doorway, and motioned for you to join them. You stepped inside, sitting beside Drew on the bed. Rustyn reached for you, and you took his small hand in yours.

“You know,” you said softly, “Mama doesn’t like bedtime fights either. It makes me sad to see you so upset, baby.”

Rustyn’s lip quivered. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

Your heart melted.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Just try to be a good boy for Dada, okay? He’s only trying to help you.”

Rustyn nodded, leaning against Drew as his eyelids began to droop. Drew laid him down gently, pulling the blankets up around him.

“Goodnight, buddy,” Drew said, pressing a kiss to Rustyn’s forehead.

“Night night, Dada. Night night, Mama,” Rustyn murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

As the two of you stepped out of the room and closed the door, you let out a deep breath.

“See?” Drew said with a small smile. “Easy.”

You gave him a look.

“Easy? He was screaming like we were torturing him five minutes ago!”

Drew chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, maybe not easy. But he’s learning. He just needs consistency. And a little tough love.”

“You’re so good with him,” you admitted, resting your head on his chest. “I don’t know how you stay so calm.”

“It’s because I’ve got you,” Drew said, kissing the top of your head.

“We’re a team, and Rustyn’s lucky to have us.”

[fangirlwithlou]

Stop this is so freaking cute 🥺

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”

Taglist @slut4drudy @runningfrom2am @maybankslover

[rafecameronssl4t]

Golf day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

Warnings: pure fluff hehehehe

Word count: 497

A/n: if anyone has any tiktoks that they want me to turn into a Rafe fic, send them thru pls!!!! I love finding random vids on my fyp that are so Rafe coded. ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTSS

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Do you think she’ll enjoy it?” Rafe questions, turning his head to you, his eyes lingering on Mabel, comfortably nestled on your lap. He looks genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed with worry.

“You know she loves watching you do anything,” you reply with a reassuring chuckle, trying to soothe his anxiety. As you adjust the tiny hat on your daughter’s head, you can’t help but smile at her innocent excitement.

It was Mabel’s first time at the golf course, and Rafe had been on edge all morning. He’d peppered you with questions like, “Don’t you think it will be too hot?” and “What if she gets bored?” His nervousness was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

You had spent the morning reassuring him, reminding him repeatedly that Mabel would be perfectly fine. You knew she would be thrilled just to watch her dad play golf, her eyes following his every move with awe and admiration.

“Do you think she’ll like this spot?” Rafe asks as the golf cart comes to a gentle stop under the shade of a large oak tree. “Babe, you’re the one playing,” you giggle, enjoying his overprotectiveness. Rafe laughs softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Mabel, do you like it here?” he asks, his voice tender as he tickles her chin. Mabel responds with a delightful giggle that melts your heart.

You adjust Mabel on your lap so she’s facing Rafe, her wide, curious eyes tracking his every move as he unloads his golf clubs. The sun casts a warm glow over the course, and you can’t help but admire how handsome Rafe looks in his golf gear. “Doesn’t Daddy look so handsome, Bels?” you murmur to Mabel, pressing light kisses on her rosy cheeks. She giggles uncontrollably and tickling sensation.

Rafe turns at the sound of her infectious giggles, a broad smile lighting up his face. “You girls doing alright?” he calls out, his eyes sparkling with joy. You chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up and lifting Mabel’s tiny hand to wave at him.

Remembering that Rose wanted a video of Mabel’s first time at the golf course, you quickly pull out your phone and aim the camera at Mabel’s expressive face. She’s watching Rafe intently, her anticipation palpable.

As Rafe lines up his shot, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The moment the club makes contact with the golf ball, sending it soaring through the air, Mabel flinches in surprise. You can’t help but laugh, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth, feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her reaction.

Rafe shields his eyes with his hand, squinting into the distance to see where the ball landed. Satisfied with his shot, he turns back and walks towards you and Mabel, a broad smile lighting up his face. “Daddy’s pretty good, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckles as he reaches you, gently lifting Mabel from under her armpits and pressing a loving kiss on her round cheek.

You quickly snap a photo of the sweet moment. Their joy is infectious, and you can’t help but chuckle as you send the video and picture to Rose. Mabel’s earlier reaction to the sound of Rafe hitting the ball plays in your mind, making you smile.

Rafe notices your amusement. “What’s so funny?” he asks, his curiosity piqued as he sees you smiling at your phone. You glance up, grinning, and show him the video of Mabel’s startled reaction to his golf swing.

“Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl,” Rafe says with a laugh, his eyes softening as he watches the video. “I’ll let you know when I’m going to hit the ball next time.” Mabel, already captivated by her dad’s presence, giggles and reaches out to touch his face, her earlier surprise forgotten.

Rafe’s heart melts as he cradles Mabel in his arms, swaying gently. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice filled with love. Mabel coos in response, her tiny hands grasping at Rafe’s shirt.

[rafeschicana]

𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ daddy’s girl 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

dad!rafe x mom!reader

read more of this family here🤍

your favorite reality tv show played in the background as you lay out on the floor playing with your 10-month-old daughter. “those sensory skills are amazing ari girl” you cooed as she stacked the colorful rings on the rock-a-stack. she clapped her hands placing the last one. “ouuuu good job baby!” you joined in on her happy claps.

“wanna go again?” you cracked up as Ari stared at you waiting for you to knock the toy over. reaching over you knocked the toy over with a theatrical “woahhhh” ari full on belly laughed, her tiny legs and hands kicking excitedlyly. “is that funny mi amor” you giggled as you flooded her with belly kissies.

ari’s laughter died down as she listened to the front door knob jiggling. already getting into a crawling position forgetting all bout her toys. ari knew who was strolling through that door and it made her very excited. “who is that baby?” you grinned running a soft hand down her back.

“is it dada?” you gasped when rafe came through the door shopping bags in hand. ari’s squealing was precious, rafe’s head quickly veering around towards the both of you. “my babies were you waiting for daddy?” rafe grinned as he locked the front door back up. ari crawled up to him in what felt like seconds. your babe had the zoomies whenever she saw her papa. her babbles non-stop as if she was informing rafe alll about her day. rafe bent down placing a quick kiss onto her forehead. “one second baby let me go put these groceries down then ill give you and mama all the loving okay?”

ari’s lip quickly constructing in a pout. “aww baby you gonna make daddy cry stop” rafe quickly ran to drop the groceries onto the kitchen counter. ari was now full on sobbing as you soothed her. “baby, daddy is coming in a second” you giggled as she suckled on her paci. “where's my girl?” rafe came back around the corner arms open wide. “she’s such a daddy's girl” you laughed as rafe gently scooped her from your arms. her head instantly resting in the crook of his neck fiddiling with his chain.

“c’mere mama” he rasped. stepping forward your front met his chest. “you smell good” you smiled. lips meeting his in an intimate kiss. his free hand stroking gentle circles on your lower back. pulling away from the kiss when his hand gradually moved down giving your ass a squeeze. “you're so sneaky” you giggled.

“Ari baby if your mama keeps walking around looking this good” rafe licked his lips eyeing you up and down. “you might just get a little sibling sooner than later” ari's tiny hand moving towards her dad’s mouth covering it. “i don't think she wants to share you just yet!” you smirked squishing her cheeks between your fingers “isn't that right baby?” both you and rafe busted out in laughter as ari clapped her hands.

[cameronspecial]

so so basically i saw ur post saying smt like u needing requests anyways i really js wanna see sassy/rude!reader x rafe OR dad!drew starkey x mom!reader anywayssss love ur fics

Movie Night

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

Masterlist

The TV starts to emit a sound from the living room while Drew and Y/N get the snacks ready in the kitchen. “Hey, you guys better not start the movie without us!” He grins at his wife’s warning. “We aren’t, Mommy,” TJ, their middle child, promises. The parents slightly laugh together. Their children were definitely trying to watch without them. Drew finishes buttering both popcorns and claws both the bowls into one hand. He steps behind his Y/N, resting his other hand on her hip while he waits for her. She finishes the two charcuterie boards and flicks her chin toward the fridge. “Get the pop, please.” He nods and leaves her side for a second to get what she asked.

Once they have everything, they both make their way into the living room and set what they are holding on the coffee table. The three children separate to give space for their parents. Drew wedges himself between Stuart, the eldest who takes after him, and Missy, the baby of the family. Y/N takes Missy’s other side and TJ, who takes after her, slides in beside her. She flicks her chin toward the remote. Stuart reaches forward and presses play. The family snacks on the food brought by the adult as the production credits fade to the opening scene of the movie. Instantly the parents know what they are watching, their eyes meet over Missy’s head and they smirk at each other. The camera pans to a young dirty blonde man with blue eyes. The focus on the camera adjusts and the kids can finally recognize the familiar face. “Daddy,” Missy cheers, pointing at the screen while she looks at her father. Drew smiles at the three-year-old and kisses her forehead, “Yep, that’s me.” The family continues to watch a younger version of the patriarch act in the movie. As a certain scene approaches, the husband reaches across the back of the couch to squeeze his wife’s shoulder. 

She smiles at him when a familiar voice resonates through the room. “Wait, that’s Mom,” Stuart points out. TJ turns to his mother, “Mommy, you were an actress.” Drew leans forward to pause the movie. “I was. Before I moved on to directing, I was an actress. This movie is where I met your Daddy,” she explains to her kids. The three young ones are satisfied by the response and they continue on with the movie. At one point, the two main characters, played by the parents, lean in to kiss and the children grimace. “Ewww,” the three of them yell. Y/N and Drew laugh. “You are kissing,” Stuart complains and this causes Drew to laugh even harder. “Yes, we are. Your mommy was just as good of a kisser then as she is now.” He brings Y/N in by her chin to plant a kiss on her lips to puncture the point. The three children run out of the room in disgust. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

[congratsloserr]

this is soooo cuttteeeee!!

𓇽!𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡!𓇽

Pairing: dad!drew x daughter!reader

Reader’s age in this: 5

Also from my perspective I’m gonna do the reader as a tomboy. Mainly because I can see that reader doesn’t have siblings and only has Drew. So she’s mostly seen Drew and hangs around more guys than girl. Only doing this for the outfit and some things reader is interested. But feel free to picture it however you want!

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You were with the cast of Outer Banks. You never liked dressing fancy. So Drew asked you to wear your ‘best’ clothes. So that’s exactly what you did, you wore your favourite outfit. Your white tee, Jean shorts (jorts), your red high top converse and your Spider-Man zip up jacket.

You smiled as you stood with the cast. You looked around the room, seeing backdrops and director chairs and lots of cameras. You felt a tap on your head. You look up and smile to see Austin. You stick your arms up “Austin!” He smiled and leaned down and pick you up “hey sweet pea, you ok?” You smiled and nodded.

Drew came over with a small paper cup, holding it out to you. He spoke “baby, have this, it’s juice.” You smiled “thank you, papa.” You held it with two hands. You took a few sips, keeping it in your hands.

The director of the interviews walked in with some interviewers. The director spoke “alright all, we are ready to start up the interviews. Go ahead and sit in the seats.. preferably the guys at the second row, ladies at the front.” The cast all walked over.

Drew crouched down in front of you holding your head phones and iPad. He smiled “ok, bub, you gonna watch movies while I work?” You smiled and nodded. Putting the cup on a near by table. You ran back over to him. You put your headphones over your curly blonde hair. Taking your iPad from Drew, he smiled. “Ok bub, remember, you gotta stay quiet ok? Only wave if it’s an emergency. Or go get a crew member, ok?” You nodded. He smiled and kissed your forehead “ok, go take a seat over there..” he pointed to an empty couch. The couch was in his view when he sat in the interviewing chair.

You climbed up on the couch and crossed your little legs. Putting your iPad in your lap as you started up your first movie. Guardians of the galaxy.

As time moved on, you were watching the cast. Your headphones still on and your movie still played. But that wasn’t your attention, it was the cast, your second family.

The interviewer asked Drew “so you brought Y/n with you today?” He smiled and nodded “I sure did, she’s been really good too.” The interviewer smiled “does she aspire to be in the acting business just like you? Or does she have her own mind set on a future career?” Drew chuckled softly “would you like to ask her?” The interviewer smiled “of course, if that’s ok with you?” Drew smiled and nodded. Looking over in your direction to see your watching them all. He waved you over.

You took off your headphones and run over. You carefully walked past the cameras. You walk over to Drew. He smiled “hey, baby, come answer some questions with us.” You smiled as he picked you up and sat you on his lap. Drew pointed at the interviewer “this is Jesse. Can you say hi to her and introduce yourself?” You look up at him “like you do?” He nodded.

You looked to Jesse “hello, I’m Y/n!” Jesse smiled “hi! It’s so cool to be interviewing mini Starkey.” You smiled as she asked “so Y/n, what do you wanna be when you’re older?” You smiled “Spider-Man!” The cast laughed. Jesse’s asked “oh really? Is there anything else you wanna be?” Drew whispered something in your ear. You replied “I wanna be a zoo keeper! Wait- a..” I look to Drew “what?” He laughed “you said you wanted to be a musician, sweetheart” you smiled “oh yeah!”

Jesse asked “what’s it like with Drew being your dad? Do you go to set? Does he show you scripts?” You smiled. Drew answered “she does come to set most times. And she’s my little acting coach, huh? Y/n?” You smiled and nodded “I hold the papers!” Madison spoke “yeah, and you tell him what to do, don’t you?” You nodded.

Jesse asked “what’s it like going to Dad’s work? Is it fun?” You nodded “me and Rudy play pranks!” Rudy laughed “yeah we do, partners in crime, put it there squirt…” you fist bump him back. “And! I cuddle with everyone!” You wave your arms as a hug motion. The cats and interviewer awed. You added “and we steal garlic bread!” The cast laughed. Chase spoke “hey that’s our secret!” You giggled which earned eruption of laughter.

Jesse spoke “so I’ve heard from the internet and your father himself. That you’re a Marvel fan? Is that true?” You nodded with a wide smile “yes!” Jesse smiled “perfect! I love Marvel too, favourite movie??” You answered “guardians of the galaxy!” She asked “favourite character?”

Drew smiled, brushing some curls out of your face “you have two don’t you, baby?” You nodded “Peter and spidey!” Jesse laughed “ohh! So the two peters huh?” “Which spider-man?” You looked to Drew “which one again?” Drew smiled “Tom Holland, sweetheart.” You looked to Jesse “Tom.” She nodded and smiled. “Which avenger movie is your favourite, which one with all of them in?” You answered “the first one!” You hold up the number one with your index finger.

Drew smiled, pressing a kiss to your head then Rudy ruffled your curly hair. The fans were going to love that.

Jesse asks “ok everyone, besides Drew, who is the closest to Y/n out of the cast?” They all discussed. Madison spoke “I think Rudy, honestly.” Rudy nodded “yeah, like not to sound ya know, but we are close cause I’ve been in other movies with Drew too.” The cast all agree. Rudy patted your head “best of buds aren’t we, bub?” You smiled and nodded “yup! We make s’mores!” The cast all laugh. Rudy nods “we sure do! We cuddle and have s’mores, don’t we?” You nodded.

Jesse asked “who’s your favourite character your dad plays?” You shrug “I don’t watch him, daddy says I’m too young.” He smiled “yeah when you’re a little older I’ll show you..” he played with a curl of your hair. Wrapping his finger round a blonde curl. Jesse smiled at the action, she asked “what’s your favourite thing about your dad, Y/n?” You smiled “cuddles!” He smiled. Jesse asked “is he the best cuddler??” You nodded. Jesse’s heart melted “aww you’re such a sweetheart Y/n!” Drew smiled. Jesse asked “ok random question, but Y/n, what’s your favourite animal??”

Everyone on the internet knew you loved animals, very much loved animals. You held up three fingers “I have three!” Jesse smiled “ok, can you list them?” You answered “shark, red panda and chameleon!” She smiled “wow, that’s a very diverse answer! All good choices though, for sure.” Drew rested his chin on top of your head “tell her why, sweetheart.”

You told Jesse “I like sharks cause of jaws! And I like red pandas cause I have a plushie of one! Chameleons are cool cause they change colours!” Jesse smiled “they are great reasons! So Y/n one last one for you. Do you have anything to say to the fans? If you do look to the camera and say it.”

You followed to where she pointed. You smiled “hey! Uh watch Outer..Banks!” You give a wave and blow a kiss. As the interviewer and cast all signed off for the video. Drew wrapped both his arms around you. Bringing his face by yours he spoke “good job, y/n/n, you did so good.” He kissed your cheek. You smiled “can we have ice cream?” He chuckled softly “of course, but when we go home. How about a movie night and ice cream?” You squealed excitedly and nodded. He gave you another kiss on the cheek before setting you down on the floor. “Ok, let’s go say goodbye to everyone.”

Some time later…

You were now back at the comfort of your home. Wearing one of Drew’s T-shirts and your pyjama shorts. You laid on top of his chest. Drew laid on the couch, letting you lay on top of him. He subconsciously rubs your back as you both watch Jurassic World. You pointed “blue!” He smiled “yeah that’s blue, baby” you whispered “my favourite dino, daddy.” He smiled “I know, sweetheart, you tell me every time.” You added “and Owen, my favourite too” he chuckled “you tell me that too, doll.” You smiled, turning back to watch the movie again.

He kisses your forehead, brushing some of your hair out of your face. You both watched the movie.

By the end of the movie you started to feel tired. You started to fidget with his hand, a sign of tiredness.

He looked down “someone gettin’ sleepy?” You shook your head. He smiled, knowing how you are when you get tired “c’mon, let’s go brush our teeth and head to bed.” You shook your head, whining “nooo.”

He chuckled “c’mon, I’ll make a deal.. I’ll come cuddle with you till you fall asleep. And we’ll read two books tonight? How’d that-” you climbed off him and made your way to your room. He smiled, you never failed to make him smile.

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[drewsephrry]

his lil waist aaaa

[crookedteethed]

18+ slight smut (unprotected piv), sex tapes, mentions of anal, jealous!reader, weirdo behavior

⋆ ★ thinking about how dad!rafe constantly gets hit on by slutty moms and how you have to come in and set them straight : (

Rafe loved his baby girl, but he would bash his fist into the wall if he had to listen to Somewhere Over the Rainbow get played as he watched his little girl prance around in her ballet class one more time. 

Don't get him wrong, Rafe loved spending the daddy-daughter time with his little girl, and it was something (even more) persuasive about your daughter wearing an adorable pink tutu that made him agree to get ice cream after Every. Single. Class.

It was the other parents (and The Best of Oz) who made it so insufferable—not just the other parents—the moms. 

The dads were particularly cool. They typically sat there like Rafe, hunched over into a man's spread, aggressively typing on their phones. 

But the moms--no--the fucking moms always wanted to talk, but not just talk, flirt!

The moms were like cougars, always purposely sitting down next to Rafe, peering over his shoulder, debating whether they should talk to him. 

When they finally do muster enough courage to talk to him (the ones that do), they typically say some dumb shit, like: 

"My heart always goes out to single fathers; it does. I’m single, too. We should grab a drink sometime.”

It was only Cynthia Fucking Allen that asked Rafe dumb shit like this. 

It was dumb because she knew that Rafe wasn't a single father and knew well that you two were happily married. 

The other moms were never as Bold as Cynthia. They typically just tried to talk with Rafe to talk to someone as attractive as he was—which Rafe didn't mind.

Cynthia was a cougar because she didn't fear rejection. She'd never turn down an opportunity to make a pass at Rafe--whether it was inviting him over to dinner or trying to set up "supervised playdates” (which Rafe had always turned her down) or going as far as complimenting his derrière in his khakis.

And though Cynthia's constant badgering was becoming a nuisance to Rafe, Rafe never needed to cut into Cynthia because deep down, Rafe had felt bad for the woman.

Rafe had once heard from you, who heard from one of the other mothers that Mr. Allen, Cynthia's husband, had filed for a divorce. So maybe she was just trying to get her groove back or something, Rafe thought.

Shockingly, you were the one to snap and cut into Cynthia for her nuisance behavior, finally. 

It was a stupid and risky idea, and you don't know what had come over you, honestly. It was something the Queen Bee would do in a raunchy teen movie. 

You had sent Cynthia a video of Rafe full-on fucking you. 

And I mean, you went all out. A tripod was set up and everything. 

It was an 11-minute length video of Rafe fucking you in two positions. 

For five minutes straight, Rafe took you from behind--your plush ass dangling off the edge of the bed as Rafe pounded into your sopping loud cunt, standing up, with his thumb occasionally pressing into your asshole.

With each thrust from Rafe's hips was met with your ass, causing the skin-on-skin slapping to fill the room. 

And then for another five minutes, he fucked you in missionary--with your legs pressed to his sides, Rafe sucking and biting your neck and cursing in your ear about how this is "Your dick."

You had made sure to include a minute of Rafe jacking off and cumming on the folds of your pussy and onto your clit. Then, you told Rafe to hurry up and grab the phone and record him fucking his cum deep inside of you because you were the only one indeed that owned Rafe's cock, and seemingly Cynthia needed to be reminded of that.

When you sent the video to Cynthia, you set it on vanishing mode and made sure it was to be deleted as soon as she finished watching it, so if she ever mentioned it, it was her word against yours.

You never told Rafe about sending Cynthia your sex tape, and Cynthia never brought it up, but you knew she had gotten the message since she never bothered Rafe again afterwards.