#drewstarkey smut

[rafedaddy01]

READER GETTING A TATTOO “r c” BETWEEN HER TITTIES PLSSS😫😫😫

Summary: you show rafe the little surprise you got just for him, and he can’t get over it

Warnings: smut! smut! smut!

“Rafey.. I have a surprise for you” you whisper into your boyfriend’s ear as he sleeps soundly in your shared bed. “Wake up”

“Mmm, baby? You finally home”

You’re a little tipsy from the night out you had with your girls. “Look, I got this just for you”

Rafes eyes suddenly pop open, wide awake from his sound slumber, “holy shit-“ he groans as he stares at your perfectly supple breasts and down the middle you have his initial R with a heart next to it. His dick immediately standing at attention.

“Do you.. do you like it?” Your suddenly nervous as his expression gives no hope of him liking it but rather of shock. “It was stupid, I- I was a little drunk, and-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, sloppy and filled with utter lust as his tongue speaks to you the words he isn’t able to communicate. “This is the hottest thing you could do. Marking your body as my territory, all mine”

He lifts you onto his lap as his lips attack yours once again, his big hands fall to your hips as he grinds your body’s together. Your tight little club dress riding up your thighs and exposing your pantyless crotch against his hard cock.

You moan into his mouth and he devours it.

Both of you are animalistic as you kiss like your starved. Like you can’t get enough air, mouths open wide and tongues fighting for dominance.

You can’t even pull away as your hands work down his boxers and you grip his cock, rubbing his angry mushroom tip against your sore and needy clit. You whine as you feel an electric shock of pleasure shoot up your spine.

Rafes lips move down your neck and chest, when he gets to the tattoo he kisses it softly and it makes your insides melt. When his lips latch onto your right nipple you push down on his cock and both of you groan from the stretch.

You give yourself a minute before you start rocking, feeling how good he stretches you open the more you push down on him. He continues to suck on your sensitive nipple before moving to the left one and sucking harsher.

You’re bouncing ferociously at this point. The slapping sound of skin filling your room, the slick of both your juices (mostly yours) slipping down your thighs and onto rafe and the bed as it acts as lube.

“Close” you whimper as your legs shake and tremble with pleasure. Rafe grips onto your hips and your palms smack flat against his chest for stability.

He starts thrusting up into you and taking over as you fall against his rock hard body, nuzzling your face into his neck and kissing.

He’s pounding so hard below you that the bed moves and squeaks and the headboard bangs repeatedly against the wall.

All that’s heard is your moans and small squeaks of Rafes and yes’s before you have the most mind blowing orgasm ever.

He doesn’t stop thrusting up into you until his own release hits him and he lets a strings of groans and I love yous fall out into the air.

You feel the warmth immediately, his cum painting your insides white and making you feel warm and fuzzy and safe.

His thrusts slow as he keeps his cock in you and the cum drips out of you and all over him and the bed, but none of you care as both of you doze off into the night. 

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Hells Angels

Pairings - Biker!Drew Starkey x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m waiting for someone”

“Let us keep you company until then”

“No, I’m okay”

“Oh come on dollface”

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

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

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

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

“Oi!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Outside”

“Drew!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s better it’s them, than you”.

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

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

“Get on the bike”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay, you were angry”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touch me… please”

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

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

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

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

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

“Please… please don’t make me wait”

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

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

“Fuck”

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

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

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

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

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

“I am safe, nobody can hurt me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🏷️ @vigilanteshitposting @drewstarkeysleftfoot @cameronmedia @pedrisgatorade @its-ria-07 @teresalesbian & @illicitfixations @outerbankspov @whoisdrewstarkey

[rafedaddy01]

Holy shit I wish I could be his

kissing with rafe

The air between you and Rafe practically hums as his eyes roam over you, taking in every detail of the dress that clings to your curves in all the right ways. You’d worn it just for him. His gaze is heavy, lingering with a hunger that makes your cheeks flush.

As soon as you’re close enough, his hands snake around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap in one swift, a very possessive motion. Before you can say a word, his mouth is on yours, and the world fades, the noise around you slipping into a quiet murmur, leaving only the taste and feel of him.

Rafe’s lips move over yours with purpose, rough but soft, taking his time in a way that’s both deliberate and needy. His hand cups the side of your face, his fingers grazing along your cheekbone, while his thumb gently sweeps over your skin. It’s such a simple touch, yet it sends sparks of heat right through you, leaving you breathless and pliant in his hands. His fingers press into you like he’s grounding himself, as though he needs to touch every inch of you just to know you’re there.

“Rafe,” you murmur against his mouth, trying to catch your breath, but he doesn’t let up, his lips moving down to trail along your jaw. “Baby, I wore this dress so you could see it, not wrinkle it,” you try to tease, even though your voice comes out unsteady, betraying just how quickly he’s making you lose control.

He smirks against your skin, the sound of it low and rough, as if he’s amused by the very idea of letting you slip from his grasp. “I know, princess,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “And I see it. But you look too damn good tonight, and I need a little more time with you before you go off with your friends,” His fingers sink into your hips, pulling you closer, until you’re entirely pressed up against him.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you try to pull back, but he’s already drawing you back in. His lips find yours again, urgent yet tender, nibbling at your bottom lip in a way that makes your heart race and your head spin. There’s a controlled intensity to his kiss, like he’s savoring each second, memorizing every taste and feeling, his mouth exploring yours as if he’s mapping every inch of your soul.

One of his hands slides up, tangling in your hair as he tilts your head back slightly, deepening the kiss. His other hand, however, moves lower, grazing the edges of your dress before slipping under the fabric, his fingers ghosting over your panties. The touch is light, teasing, just enough to make your breath hitch. It sends a shock of desire coursing through you, and you can feel your body responding to him, a tingle of anticipation running down your spine. His fingertips trace the delicate fabric, just enough to feel the heat of your skin beneath, making your pulse quicken.

You shiver as he kisses a path back up to your lips, his hand sliding lower again, his fingers now firmly gripping your hip, urging you closer. The pressure of his hand against your body leaves you aching for more, and you press into him, desperate to feel all of him.

“Princess,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to press his forehead against yours. His voice is low, gravelly with want, but there’s a soft, possessive edge to it. “I can’t get enough of you. You feel so damn good.”

Your fingers slip into his hair, tugging him back into a kiss, deeper this time, as if you’re trying to lose yourself in him entirely. His hands move again, sliding along your body with intent, one hand still teasing the edges of your panties, sending little jolts of heat straight through you. When he pulls away again, his lips hovering above yours, you can’t help but feel that delicious ache, knowing he’s holding back, waiting for the right moment to claim you entirely.

“You drive me crazy, princess,” he mutters, his breath warm against your lips, his hand still tracing the edges of your panties, a subtle but undeniable promise in every movement. “I just need a little more time with you, just a few more minutes before the world can have you.”

The kiss he gives you next is slow and almost agonizingly deep, his mouth taking its time as his hand finally slips beneath your panties, touching you in ways that leave you breathless. His touch is gentle at first, exploring, like he wants to savor every sensation, but you can feel the heat between you growing, his possessiveness radiating through every kiss, every touch.

It’s just you and him now, tangled in a haze of kisses and breathless moans, completely lost to each other. Every movement of his hands, every press of his lips, makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters in this moment. And you know that, no matter what happens next, he’ll never stop touching you like this, never stop claiming you in the ways that only he can.

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[drewwifee]

They are so silly and cute 🥹🥹🥹😫

[hsunrry]

better // one shot

drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: you’re both actors, who’re competing in everything what’s possible. (special request from my dear love @drewsvies)

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words: ~2,3k

tropes: rivals to lovers

warnings: smut18+, dirty talking (praise, degradation), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, chocking, hair pulling, size kink, edging (if you squint)

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you thought you’d never get along with him. you two had too big of an ego to ever admit one of you is better than the other. not even at any interviews or whatever. the worst thing was, that you were getting tired of it, but you were stubborn. so stubborn you couldn’t even process the thought of admitting that. “look who it is.” he smirked, leaning on the wall next to you when you were reading your script. you rolled your eyes at his appearance, causing his smirk go bigger at your reaction. he knew you hated when he was looking at your script, but he did it anyway just to provoke you. “what are you reading?” he tried to look at it, but you quickly closed it.

“what do you think?” you asked sarcastically. he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“i think it’s probably some boring script you’re trying to memorise for your next mediocre role.” he teased, pushing himself off the wall to stand beside you.

“better than yours anyway.” you shrugged, going back to reading.

“oh come on, we both know my last role was amazing.” he scoffed, trying to peek at your script again.

“yeah, keep telling yourself that.” you shook your head.

“fine, be that way.” he crossed his arms over his chest, pouting sarcastically. “but just so you know, i heard the director is looking for someone to play the lead in his new project and he thinks i’d be perfect for this role.”

“okay? if it’s male role then i don’t really care.” you shrugged.

“they didn’t decided yet if it’s male or female. it’s just the lead.” he emphasised.

“so both?” you raised your eyebrow. he paused, realising his mistake.

“well, i mean, even if, you know i would still get it over you anyway. we both know i’m the better actor here.” he quickly tried to recover. you smiled slyly.

“it’s gonna be mine.” his expression turned competitive at your words.

“no way, it’s mine.” he leaned closer to you, his voice low. “and when i do get it, you’ll have to admit that i’m the better actor.”

“let’s bet then.” you smirked, looking up at him. he grinned, taking the bait.

“okay, if i get it, you’ll have to admit i’m better. if you get it, i’ll admit that you’re better.” you nodded, extending your hand. he looked at it and then at you. “and, to make it more interesting…” you raised your eyebrow at his words, backing away your hand. “if i win you have to be my personal assistant for a week and if you win i’ll be yours.” he extended his hand, waiting for you to shake it. “so, do we have a bet?”

“fine.” you shook his hand. he grinned triumphantly.

“great, and no backing out.” he winked at you, his confidence oozing out of every pore.

“you know i’d never back out.” you smirked.

“i can’t wait to see the look of your face when i win.” he paused, then added smugly. “but hey, at least you’ll get a week of quality time with me, right?” you only smiled sarcastically at his words. after a week, you were both sitting on set, waiting for emails about this role. he checked his phone for the millionth time, his leg bouncing nervously. “i swear, if this email doesn’t come through soon, i’m going to lose my mind.” he glanced over at you, furrowing his brows. “you seem awfully calm.”

“because i’m sure i got this.” you smiled. “oh, someone’s nervous, Drew?” you pouted mockingly. he glared at you, his face flushing slightly.

“shut up, i’m just… eager.” he crossed his legs, his fingers drumming on the armrest. “you’re really not worried at all?” he asked, his voice tight with tension. you shrugged.

“shit, i got an email.” you said, looking at your phone. his eyes widened slightly as he looked at his own phone.

“fuck, me too.” he sat up straight.

“should we open equally?” you bite your lower lip, looking at your phone.

“on three?” he asked and when you nodded he continued. “one, two, three…” together, you both tapped on the emails to open them, the both of you silent as you read. he let out a low groan. you smirked, still looking at your phone. his face pale when he looked at you. “you… you got it, didn’t you?” his voice barely a whisper. he reached out and snatched your phone, his eyes scanning the screen. “fuck!”

“well, Drew, i’m listening then.” you smiled, grabbing your phone back. he glared at you, his jaw clenched.

“fine. you’re… better.” he gritted out. he leaned back in his seat, chuckling humourlessly. “what’s on my to-do-list for today, your highness?” his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“bring me coffee to my dressing room.” you stood up from your seat. “black, no sugar.” you started going towards your room. he rolled his eyes, annoyed. you quickly undressed yourself completely, putting on red silk bathrobe to be more comfortable at your break. after few minutes you heard a knock.

“your coffee, princess.” you heard, his voice dripping with sarcasm one again. you said he can come in, and when he did he froze in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. he swallowed hard, trying not to stare at your bare legs. “uh, here’s your coffee.” he managed to say, his voice a little hoarse and he could feel himself getting harder in his pants.

“just put it somewhere.” you said dismissively, looking through your vanity table. he stepped further into the room, setting it down on the table that was standing near the couch. “here.”

“thanks.” you mumbled, bending down for the few baskets that were on the floor. his lips parted slightly when your robe opened slightly, giving him a view on your cleavage. his body reacted instantly, his pulse quickening as heat pooled in his stomach. he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. “you’re waiting for another command, dog?” you smirked when you straightened. he glared at you, his face flushing in frustration.

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he growled. you bit inside of your cheek, fixing your robe. “you’re… you’re not wearing anything under that?” his voice dropping to a low rumble. he could feel himself hardening even more, his body aching with need.

“excuse me?” you let out nervous chuckle. he stepped closer, his eyes locked onto yours.

“just answer the question.” he could feel his self-control slipping, his body urging him to touch you, to find out for himself. “are you naked under that robe?”

“well, yeah.” you shrugged. he let out a low growl, his hands clenching at his sides.

“you can’t just… walk around half-naked in front of me.”

“and why is that?” we’re in my dressing room, i can even walk naked if i want.” you stated. he looked around the room, as if searching for an escape route.

“because i’m trying not to do something stupid.” his voice strained as he talked. “and it’s really fucking hard when you’re standing there, looking like a fucking goddess.” your eyes widened at his words. he clamped his hand over his mouth, he couldn’t believe he said it out loud.

“well, well, well, Drew Starkey just said something nice about me, what’s the occasion?” you smirked, crossing your arms on your chest. he groaned, looking at your exposed cleavage, before going back with his eyes at your face.

“i’m gonna do something i’ll regret.”

“what?” you chuckled. before you could even react, he closed the distance between the two of you, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. you moaned into the kiss as if shocked that he was hard. he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. your hand unintentionally brushed against his length. he broke the kiss, buckling his hips into your touch.

“please... please touch me.” he begged, his voice dripping with need. he couldn’t believe he was begging you like this, but at this moment, he didn’t care.

“fuck, what are we doing?” you took few steps back, your legs hitting the couch, causing you sit down on it. he followed you, his eyes on you this whole time.

“i don’t know, but i don’t fucking care right now.” he kneeled down in front of you on the floor. his hands untied your robe, opening it and exposing you to him. he leaned in, pressing his lips to your nipple and sucking it. you took sharp breath at the contact. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he continued to lavish attention to your breasts. his hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers parting your wet folds. he slowly slid one finger inside of you, pumping in and out few times before adding second one. his thumb rubbed against your clit in slow circles.

“fucking god.” you gasped, your head snapping back. he watched your face as he fingered you, his own breath heavy and ragged. he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, your body trembling already. he added a third finger, scissoring them inside of you. “holy fuck.” you moaned. he pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing harder against your clit. he could sense you were close, your body tensing and shaking. he curled his fingers inside of you and it was enough to make you finish. you cried out, arching your back. he moved his fingers slowly to prolong your pleasure. as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. he stood up, his hands unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. your eyes widened at his size. he knew he was big, and judging by the look in your eyes, you liked it. he took off his t-shirt as well, crawling on top of you on the couch. he settled himself between your legs, nudging his tip against your entrance.

“i need to fuck you. hard.” he licked his lips. you nodded, feeling him thrusting into you hard and burying himself to the hilt. you almost screamed, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he started to pound into you hard and fast. only sound filling the room were your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin.

“fuck, you’re so big.” you cried out. he groaned, his pace becoming even more frenzied. he was losing control, his mind consumed by the feeling of being inside of you. he pulled out almost completely before slamming back inside, his thickness stretching you to your limits.

“you’re so tight, i’m gonna fucking ruin you!” he muttered, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying just right amount of pressure to make your eyes roll back. he could feel your pulse pounding against his fingers and it turned him on even more. he started to thrust even faster and harder. “look at me, slut. look me in the eyes when i fuck you.” you looked at him through half-lidded eyes. he squeezed your throat a little tighter. “i love watching you look at me like that. so pretty, so fucking helpless.”

“fuck, Drew.” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips. the new angle allowed him to go even deeper, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“taking my fucking dick so well, good girl.” he could feel your body tensing up again, your inner muscles clutching at him tightly. he knew you were close. he slowed his pace. “not yet, baby. not until i say.” you whined desperately at his slow moves, making him chuckle. his hand let go of your throat, caressing your lower lip instead. “patience, sweetheart. i’m going to fuck this perfect pussy until you’re a babbling mess. then, and only then, i’ll let you cum on my cock.”

“please.” you cried. he slowly withdrew until just the tip was inside, then pushed back in inch by inch, painfully slow. he did it few times, before pulling out and gripping your hips. he turned you around, so you were on your hands and knees. he positioned himself behind you, slowly pushing back. he immediately started pounding hard and fast, making you moan loudly. your hands gripped couch cushion.

“that’s it, baby, fucking take it. scream for me. let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.” he grinned, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back hard, making you look at the ceiling and arch your back. “look at that face. so pretty and fucked out. you’re mine, baby. my pretty little fucktoy.”

“yours.” you whined. he fucked you harder, his hips slapping against your ass with brutal force.

“fuck, i’m gonna fill this pussy up. you want that, whore?” he panted.

“yes, fill me up.” you moaned.

“good fucking girl, i’m gonna breed you so good.” he groaned loudly.

“yes, fucking god, yes!” he felt your body shook as you came, your inner muscles clenching around his thick shaft. his own release washed over him, his hips jerking forward as he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded inside of you. his warm seed spilled out around his thickness, dripping down your thighs. you could feel your body getting weak. he slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping free from your stretched hole. he turned you over, sitting you astride his lap. his lips found yours in soft, sweet kiss. when he felt his release dripping out of you he cupped your swollen, well used folds with his hand.

“you took me so well, baby.” you rested your forehead against his, smiling softly at his words. he smiled back at you, his fingers gently caressing your swollen pussy, spreading his release around. he slipped his finger inside you, causing your whine. “shh, just relax, sweetheart. i’m going to keep all my cum inside this perfect little cunt.”

[vialovesyou]

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗥���𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗬

don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. y/n told herself, blinking her eyes as she cast her gaze away from the table. drew and odessa were beside her, blatantly flirting. it was the little comments and the hand on his shoulder and y/n wasn't sure she could keep doing it.

madelyn noticed, anger bubbling inside her stomach as she stood up. " i'm going to the toilet, y/n/n,  you coming with ? " she asked, y/n immediately nodding as she stood up. drew just smiled at the girl, before turning back to his conversation with the curly haired girl.

-

madelyn took y/n's hand in her own as they walked to the bathrooms, noticing the girls breathing speed up. apparently madelyn wasn't the only one who noticed what drew was doing.

" yo, drew " jd murmured, as odessa went up to the bar to order a drink. drew hummed in reply, turning to jd as he sipped on his drink.

" what are you playing at ? " chase questioned bluntly.

" what? what do you mean ?" questioned drew, his eyesbrows drawn together.

" you invited odessa to y/n's birthday dinner, you've been flirting with her all night and ignoring your girlfriend, plus you let her walk out of here crying " chase told him.

" y/n, y/n said she was fine with dessa coming, and what? " drew tried to reason, but once he saw the looks everyone was giving him he mumbled.

" because she didn't want to make you feel bad!"austin exclaimed, louder than he intended causing everyone's eyes to widen.

"shit" drew pushed away from the table before making his way to the bathroom.

-

" fuck me " y/n exhaled, coming into the bathroom. madelyn let go off the girls hand, watching as she tilted her head back and began fanning her eyes in an attempt not to cry.

" he's an idiot" madelyn huffed, nostrils flaring in anger at how disrespectful drew was being. y/n lowered her head, looking in the mirror infront of her as she took in a deep breath.

" she's a lovely girl but-" y/n cut herself off, immediately beggining to fan her eyes again. "shit, why do i keep crying" she groaned in frustration as tears began falling down her face. madelyn immediately wrapped her arms around y/n, not caring about the makeup that was going to inevitably stain her white top as y/n put her head in the crook of madelyn's neck.

y/n pulled away as her phone was going crazy, so she glanced at, kissing her teeth as she saw it was drew.

drew💌

baby, please come out

i'm sorry

i didn't realise

i'm an idiot

please, y/n

i love you

i'm outside the door, come

out please

come speak to me

" do you want to speak to him? we can go out the back?" madelyn asked in a hushed whisper so drew couldn't hear. y/n laughed lightly at this, but still shook her head. " you sure?" madelyn asked, completely ready to bolt out the back door. y/n nodded, causing madelyn to pull a beauty blender from her purse and tap it under y/n's eyes in an attempt to fix the tear stains.

" i'm sure she's a lovely girl but fuck me if she keeps touching him her face is going to end up in the spaghetti" y/n spoke, before her and madelyn fell into fit's of giggles. " there's the y/n i know" madelyn grinned, putting the beauty blender back into her purse.

" good as knew " madelyn smiled, looking into the mirror at y/n who fixed her hair glancing at madelyn in the mirror. " did i ever tell you how much i love you, maddie?" y/n asked, leaning her head on the taller girl's shoulders.

" once or twice " madelyn hummed, before the two began laughing again.

drew, who was on the other side of the door couldn't decide if the laughing was a good thing or if this was y/n's physcotic break. he tapped his foot anxiously, looking back at his table of friends who were all speaking with solemn looks on their faces. drew could tell they were talking about him, but they all quickly shut up when odessa returned to the table.

" wish me luck " y/n exhaled, before making her way out the bathroom her heels tapping against the marble floor. drew pushed off the wall he was leaning on when y/n came out the bathroom, immediately wrapping his arms around her.

" i'm so sorry, sweetheart. we can leave right now, just me and you and go anywhere " he spoke, his thumb rubbing circles onto her exposed shoulder. y/n had her head on his chest before she pulled away, looking up at him.

" let me say what i have to say, okay?" she spoke softly, toying with her ring anxiously causing drew to furrow his brows as he nodded.

" look, drew. i'm not trying to be the selfish, controlling girlfriend but it's like ever since you filmed hellraiser. she's everywhere. you talk about her, she's blowing up your phone i mean their's a picture of you and her in our livingroom for crying out loud " y/n's voice unintentionally raised, practically shouting the last few words causing the restraunt to fall silent. all eyes were on them, as drew blinked slowly.

"oh, shit " y/n muttured, shifting on her feet as everyone was blatantly staring at the couple. odessa, who clearly heard their conversation stormed off causing drew to shout her name.

y/n raised her brow, he was proving her point. she could see the internal battle within drew, causing her to sigh loudly. " just go " she mumbled, gesturing to the door odessa just stormed out off.

" are you sure?" he asked. and even though every single part of y/n wanted him to stay, she nodded. and with that, he was gone.

[outerbanksworld]

hes soo bf, looking at him taking photos of carlacia😭

[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

𝒫𝒜𝑅𝐼𝒮𝐼𝒜𝒩 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 Drew Starkey and his girlfriend, Y/N, face tension when jealousy arises over his interaction with a celebrity. After an emotional argument, the couple's love only grows stronger than the glamour around them.

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥

✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮♥✮

The grandiose halls of the 2024 Loewe Fashion Show in Paris buzzed with an electricity that could only be generated by the most fabulous gathering of celebrities, socialites, and fashion icons. He navigated the sea of luxurious garments and gleaming smiles, his arm draped around the waist of his stunning girlfriend, Y/N. She was the picture of elegance in a floor length gown that shimmered with every step she took, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they mingled with the crème de la crème of the entertainment world, Drew couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had worked hard to get to this point in his career, and to share it with the woman he loved was an indescribable feeling. They exchanged pleasantries with models, designers, and influencers, their laughter echoing through the opulent venue.

But as the show commenced, and the lights dimmed to reveal the runway, Y/N's gaze strayed from the exquisite garments to the VIP section across the aisle. There sat a well-known celebrity, a woman who had made her mark in the industry with both her beauty and her unabashed flirtation. Drew felt a twinge of unease as he noticed Y/N's eyes lingering a moment too long on the celebrity.

"Who's that?" Y/N asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Drew followed her gaze and chuckled, "That's just (insert model name, I dont want to drag another woman into this lol), a model turned singer. She's pretty popular these days."

"Yeah, I know who she is," Y/N said, her tone a tad too sharp. "You two seem to be getting along quite well."

"What? We're just saying hello," Drew replied, his voice laced with confusion. "We've met at a few events. There's nothing to it."

The tension between them grew palpable as the fashion show unfolded. Y/N's eyes remained glued to the celebrity, watching every move she made. Drew, on the other hand, was torn between enjoying the spectacle before him and trying to understand why his girlfriend's mood had shifted so dramatically.

During the intermission, as the attendees swarmed the open bar and munched on delicate hors d'oeuvres, Y/N's jealousy bubbled to the surface. She grabbed Drew's arm and pulled him aside, her eyes flashing. "You're spending more time looking at her than you are at me!"

Drew, surprised by her accusation, tried to placate her. "Babe, I'm just being friendly. You know how these events are."

"Friendly?" she spat. "You looked like you were ready to jump over the seats and join her!"

"That's ridiculous," he protested, but his words only seemed to fan the flames of her insecurity.

Their whispers grew more heated, and soon they found themselves in a full blown argument, surrounded by the whispers and glances of the ever watchful audience. The glamour of the evening seemed to crumble around them as Y/N's voice grew louder, her accusations more pointed. Drew, desperate to escape the prying eyes and regain some semblance of control, took a deep breath and suggested they step outside for some fresh air.

The cool Parisian night washed over them as they stepped onto the balcony overlooking the bustling streets below. The Eiffel Tower twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the storm brewing between them. Y/N's cheeks were flushed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"You don't understand," she said, her voice quivering. "It's not just her. It's all these beautiful people and their perfect lives. I just feel…so inadequate."

Drew's expression softened as he pulled her into an embrace. "You are more than enough," he whispered into her ear. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever known. Why would I want anyone else?"

Y/N melted into his arms, her anger dissipating like mist in the morning sun. Drew kissed her forehead, his hands running soothingly along her back. The tension between them began to ease, and the passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface of their argument began to resurface.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I just get so caught up in all of this."

He tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. "You don't need to apologize," he said, his voice low and earnest. "But maybe we need to remind ourselves what's important."

Without another word, Drew leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that was as fiery as it was gentle, their bodies pressed together in a silent declaration of love and desire. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in each other, the fashion show and the glittering crowd forgotten.

In the quiet solitude of the balcony, their passion grew more intense. Drew's hands roamed over her body, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin. Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. It was a moment of pure, unbridled emotion, a declaration that no celebrity, no catwalk, no amount of flashing cameras could ever replace the connection they shared.

As they broke apart, breathless and flushed, Drew's eyes searched hers. "Let's go see the Eiffel Tower"

Y/N nodded, the hint of a mischievous smile playing on her lips. They hurried through the emptying streets, the Tower growing larger with each step. Upon arriving, they found a spot that was surprisingly deserted, given the time of night. They leaned against the metal beams, the Tower's warm glow casting an intimate light over their faces.

"You're so beautiful," Drew whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Every time I see you, I just want to… "

Y/N cut him off with a passionate kiss, her hand slipping down to the small of his back and pulling him closer. They stumbled backward, Drew's hand bracing her against the cool metal as their kisses grew more urgent.

"Here?" she gasped, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Here," he growled, his hands sliding down to cup her buttocks. "Now."

He lifted her slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and she moaned into his mouth as he pushed her back against the Tower. The steel was cold and unforgiving against her skin, but it only heightened the heat between them.

They tugged at each other's clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin. Drew's hands found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, his fingertips brushing the bare flesh of her back as the fabric fell away. Y/N's breath hitched as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone.

"You drive me crazy," she murmured, her own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

"You do the same to me," he replied, his voice gruff as he felt the softness of her breasts.

Their kisses grew more frantic, their breaths mingling in the chilly night air. Drew's hands roamed lower, teasing the edge of her underwear. "You're so wet," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

Y/N's hips rocked against his, seeking friction. "It's all for you," she panted.

He pushed her panties aside and slid his finger inside her, groaning at the slick heat that welcomed him. "You're so tight," he said, his thumb circling her clit.

"Drew," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you."

With a feral growl, Drew pulled his pants down and positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed into her in one smooth stroke, filling her completely. They both gasped at the sensation, the Tower seeming to pulse around them as their bodies became one.

Their movements were frantic and passionate, their love for each other spilling out in every grunt and moan. The world had narrowed to just the two of them, the Eiffel Tower a silent witness to their unbridled desire.

"I love you," Drew grunted, his hips pounding into her.

"I love you too," she cried out, her orgasm building like a crescendo.

Together, they climaxed, their cries echoing in the night as the Tower's lights danced over their entwined bodies. For a moment, they were the only two people in Paris, the rest of the world a distant memory.

Afterward, they held each other, their breaths slowing and their hearts racing. They had shown each other that no one could ever come between them, not even the allure of the glamourous world they were a part of. The Eiffel Tower stood tall above them, a symbol of the unshakable bond they had just reaffirmed.

They straightened their clothes and shared a knowing smile, the tension from earlier forgotten. "Ready to go back?" Drew asked, his arm around her waist.

Y/N nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder. "More than ever," she said, her voice filled with contentment.

As they made their way back to the hotel, the fashion show a distant memory, they knew that tonight had been more than just an escape from jealousy. It had been a reminder that their love was the most powerful force in the universe, capable of outshining even the brightest of stars.

In the plush hotel suite, they shed the last of their clothing and continued their passionate exploration of each other's bodies. Drew's mouth traced a line of kisses down Y/N's neck, her skin tasting like champagne and desire. She moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing until she was squirming beneath him.

Moving lower, he kissed her stomach, his hands spreading her legs wide. His eyes met hers as he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her sweetness. Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, her moans growing louder as he brought her to the brink of pleasure. She arched her back, her body trembling, as the first waves of orgasm washed over her.

Drew looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and hunger. "You're mine," he murmured against her skin.

"Always," she breathed, pulling him back up to kiss her deeply.

Their bodies entwined once more, they made love with a fierceness that spoke of possession and adoration. Each thrust was a declaration of his love for her, each gasp of pleasure a response that she felt it just as deeply.

As the night deepened and their passion ebbed, they lay together in the soft embrace of the hotel bed, their hearts racing in time with the city that never slept outside their window. Drew kissed her forehead, his arms wrapped securely around her.

"You're all I need," he whispered into the darkness. "Fame, fortune, it's all just…background noise. Without you, it's meaningless."

Y/N turned to him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "And you're all I need," she said, her voice soft and filled with love. "No matter where we are, no matter who's around, you're the only one I want."

They fell asleep in each other's arms, the distant sound of Paris lulling them into a peaceful slumber. The Eiffel Tower, a symbol of their unshakeable love, remained a constant presence outside their window, reminding them that no matter the storms life might throw their way, together, they could always find refuge in their love.

The following morning, as the sun streamed in through the windows and painted the room in a soft golden light, they awoke to the sound of the city coming to life. Drew watched as Y/N stirred, her hair a wild halo around her face, and felt a swell of affection that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, kissing her cheek.

Y/N opened her eyes and smiled, the events of the night before already a fading memory. "Good morning," she murmured, snuggling closer.

They decided to spend the day exploring the city, hand in hand, free from the pressures of the fashion world. They strolled along the Seine, sipped coffee in a quiet café, and kissed atop the Arc de Triomphe. Everywhere they went, their love was a beacon that drew envious glances from passersby.

But Drew and Y/N were oblivious to the world around them, lost in their own little universe where the only thing that mattered was the warmth of their embrace and the beat of their hearts. They had found in each other a sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment or competition.

As they watched the sun set over the city of love, they knew that no matter where their careers took them, they would always have this night in Paris. A secret shared between them, a memory that would burn as brightly as the Eiffel Tower itself, a reminder that their love could conquer any challenge thrown their way.

[starkeyslibrary]

FALLING OUT OF FRAME

pairing: you x drew starkey

summary: Falling out of frame follows your emotionally charged and tumultuous journey as you navigate a public relationship with Drew Starkey. You and Drew, once the epitome of a perfect, private romance, soon find your love tested when Drew is thrust into a PR relationship with his Hellraiser co-star, Odessa A'Zion. As the world watches, you're left to grapple with the growing tension between you and Drew, struggling with feelings of invisibility, betrayal, and insecurity.

While Drew insists that everything is for the sake of the movie and the fans, you can’t shake the feeling that the lines between reality and fantasy are becoming dangerously blurred. As Odessa plays her part, the relationship you once thought was solid begins to unravel, leaving you questioning whether love can survive the pressure of fame and the expectations of others. Can you and Drew fight your way back to each other, or will you both fall apart behind the scenes?

Chapters:

0 - 1 - 2 - 3

sooooooo.... what are we thinking folks? are we liking it? should i post the first part later today? please let me know what you guys are thinking!! what are you hoping to see? always appreciate y'alls input <3

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CAN'T WAIT

[rafedaddy01]

Summary: based on this request - part 2

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, age gap, riding

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You had a massive crush on your boss. How could you not? He was Rafe Fucking Cameron. King of the island, and you were lucky enough to score the job as his live in maid.

“Mmm, feels good” Rafe grumbled in his sleep.

So of course you took advantage of the title.

“Fuck” you whispered as you fully sat down on his hard cock

“So warm” he groaned, his eyes still shut and his breathing even as he slept.

“Shit, sir. You feel so good inside me” you bite your lip and start rocking back and forth.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop” Rafe grunts

You’d do this pretty often.

Rafe would come home after work and you always have a glass of whiskey waiting for him, with a little something special to make him sleepy.

You’d crawl into his bed and make yourself feel good.

You didn’t feel any shame, you couldn’t. You’ve seen the way he occasionally stared at you when you bend down to dust or when you cook him and his kids dinner. He wants you. He simply just needs some motivation, and you’re more than willing to give it to him.

You picked up the pace, lifting your lower half and bouncing up and down at an even yet fast pace.

Your clit rubs against the scruff patch of hairs on his skin, it felt heavenly.

You wish he could be awake to see your tits bounce as you moved, to see the way you bite your lip as you try to contain your moans.

“Oh sir, you feel so good” you whisper to yourself as you grab your tits and squeeze. Indulging in your pleasure.

“I wish you could see me” you place your hands on his chest and bend down to bite at his earlobe as you whisper.

Rafes cock is throbbing inside you.

You stop bouncing and grind in a circular motion, letting your clit get some attention.

Rafe shifts under you, his eyes fluttering but closing right after as his breathing settles back to an even pace.

You feel the warmth inside you, the way he paints your walls white and it triggers your own release and you rub your clit with your small fingers and bounce faster. Making sure you milk him for everything he’s got.

You ride out your high and pull off him to look down and see his cum drip down your thighs as a glob falls onto his thigh. You dip your finger into it and suck it off, moaning at the delicious taste.

“Sweet dreams” you giggle as you peck his lips and rush off to your room.

You sleep like a baby, waking up early in the morning to start breakfast.

Meanwhile rafe wakes up feeling a little sore, and as he looks down and notices the mess you left behind.

“Fuck” he groans

“Not again” he huffs out a breath as he closes his eyes and the flashback of his dream comes back.

His cock rehardens as he images you on top of him. Chasing your own pleasure, he imagines you whispering in his ear and teasing him.

His hand reaches down, gripping his cock hard and stroking up and down.

Small moans of your name come out in breaths and he quickens his pace.

“Shit, shit, oh fuck” he grunts as he tugs on his poor red tip and his cum splatters all over his lower stomach.

His head falls back against the pillow as he steadys his breathing.

“Fuck” he swallows hard and pushes the dirty thoughts out of his mind before getting up and showering.

Downstairs you move around his kitchen, a satisfied smile on your face as you plate the food for everybody.

“Good morning, sir” you beam at rafe as he enters the kitchen.

“I made eggs and bacon with a side of pancakes, your favorite” you set the plate in front of him before handing the kids their plates.

Rafe eyes you up and down. From your beautiful smile to the way your ass fits incredibly into your jeans.

“Mr. Cameron?” You scrunch your eyebrows at him, snapping him out of his trance. Although too bad for his dick, it’s already standing at attention again.

“Is everything alright?” You try to hide your smirk.

You know everything is not alright.

This happens every time. The dose you give rafe is not enough to make him forget everything, it simply just blurs his mind and he wakes up thinking he dreamt the whole thing.

He clears his throat, “everything is perfect” you nod at him before turning around and containing your giggles. You love your job.

Taglist

@f4ll-for-you @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx @spencerreidsrealgf @rafescokenostril @thievin-stealing @rafemotherfuckingcameron @dilvcv @starkeysheart @wearemadeofstardust0 @theoraekenslover

[bbycowb0y]

being rafe cameron's baby

[heartsforrafecam]

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!

SAB X DREW???

feral.

knawing at my inclosure trying to get into his arms😋😋

just one night. please please please. (see what i did there)

[khaibdl]

Hey babes!!!

I’ts been really long but i wanted to let everyone know that i have the first 10 chapters of my new RAFE CAMERON book out!! (18+)

It’s called 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 and i love that i am able to share it with you all so my Wattpad name is @khaibdl.

Underneath, you’ll find the moodboards that i made to get to know my characters!

Rafe Cameron x trailer!reader

(Moodboards)

Vanessa Bowen | 18

Rafe Cameron | 19

R + V

I hope you’ll love it

Muah 💋

[hsunrry]

argument // one shot

drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: activities after argument.

|| masterlist ||

words: ~1,6k

tropes: relationship (slight dom!drew)

warnings: smut18+, oral (f and m receiving), spanking, choking, cum play, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk (degradation, praise), edging (slight), hair pulling, slight size kink

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“i’m sorry baby.” he placed his hands on your waist, standing behind you. his chin rested on the top of your head.

“mhm.” you nodded, not really interested after argument. his hands started going up and down your waist.

“i love you.” he said, knowing exactly what he have to do so you can forgive him. he grabbed your hair with one hand, exposing your neck. he leaned down and his lips started pressing small kisses on your neck. your head tilted to the side to give him space. he smiled into the skin on your neck and his kisses changed from small and sweet to needy and open-mouthed.

“Drew.”

“y/n.” he mumbled against your skin, making you shiver. you hated and loved at the same time, how he knew what to do every time when you were pissed. your breath went heavier when he started sucking and nibbling on sensitive flesh. he turned you around so you were facing him. he tilted your chin up to look you deep into your eyes. “i said i love you, sweetheart.” you only bite inside of your cheek. his other hand gripped your waist tighter. “come on, don’t be mad, pretty please.”

“this is the last time you’re talking to me like that, understood?” you said, looking into his eyes. he smiled and nodded, leaning down to peck your lips few times.

“i’ll make it up to you now.” he muttered against your lips before grabbing your thighs and lifting you up. your legs wrapped instinctively around his hips. your hands went to cup his cheeks and you kissed him. he kissed you back immediately, going with you into the direction of your shared bedroom. your back hit the door when he closed it behind you and your kiss started to get more heated. he slid his tongue between your lips, swirling it around yours slowly. your hand went immediately on the back of his head, making him groan into your lips. he slowly made his way to the bed, placing you on it gently. he quickly took off your dress, leaving you only in black laced lingerie. his eyes were dark with lust. “god, look at you. so beautiful and only mine.” he traced your curves with his large hands. his fingers teasing slightly your nipples through lace.

“fuck.” you gasped quietly, observing his every movement. he hovered over you on the bed and his lips started kissing your neck. your head immediately tilted back and when he bite your neck, definitely leaving a mark with his teeth, you moaned loudly.

“such a beautiful noises you make, you’re my good girl, baby.” he gasped into your neck, going with his kisses down your chest. he quickly took off your bra. his lips wrapped around your nipple, biting it gently. you arched your chest towards him, moaning softly. he was going down with his kisses, reaching the hem of your panties. he slowly slid it down your legs, kissing your inner thighs after that. he chuckled softly. “my favorite meal just in front of me, how lovely.” after this words his tongue licked you from your entrance to your clit. you arched your back and moaned. “stay still baby.” he mumbled into your core and his hands gripped your hips to keep you steady. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it. your breath became heavy.

“jesus, Drew.” you gasped. his one hand stayed on your hip and other one went under his chin, teasing your entrance with two fingers. “please.” you whined. he moaned into your pussy and his fingers slid inside you, making you moan even louder. his tongue flicked over your clit and his fingers started pumping in and out in that perfect curve. he kept up the slow pace for a moment and then he started moving it faster and faster with each second. you were squirming and moaning on the bed from pleasure. “god, baby, yes, just like that, fuck!” you gasped. your hands gripping sheets tightly. he was moving his fingers so fast and you were already so close. “i’m gonna come.” you panted. after his few movements you started clenching around his fingers with loud moan, but he didn’t stopped his pace. you were trembling from overwhelming feeling. “Drew what are you-“ he finally slowed down and he pulled out his face and fingers from your core. his chin was glistening from your juices. he licked his fingers clean and smiled slyly.

“nothing babe, my mom taught me to always finish my meal. so respectfully, but i love seeing you trembling like that.” he kissed place just above your pussy with wide grin. your legs were still shaking slightly but you managed to sit on the edge of the bed. you looked up at him and you started unbuckling his belt.

“fuck my mouth.” after you unbuckled it your fingers found button of his jeans. his eyes darkened, looking down at you.

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” he muttered, quickly taking his jeans off along with his boxers, freeing his huge cock. he was already painfully hard. his shirt went down on the floor with the rest of the clothes as well. he stepped closer to you, looking down at you. his hand went on your chin, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “open wide you fucking slut.” and you opened, just like he told you to. “good girl.” he praised, lining yourself with your opened mouth. his hands grabbed both sides of your head, sliding his cock into your mouth. he started slowly, but not for long. “taking me whole like a whore, not even gagging when i’m fucking your throat so deep.” he panted, going faster. you could feel his tip hitting back of your throat, curving down sometimes. you were breathing through your nose, looking up at him this whole time. “my fucking god, y/n. so good for me, you have no idea how good you look when i’m fucking your mouth like that.” he gasped, moving his hips even faster. “gonna come baby.” he looked down into your eyes, moaning. after his few thrusts you could feel your mouth filling with his cum. he stopped, his dick twitching inside your mouth. “now spit it on my cock and lick it clean you fucking cunt.” you started covering his length with his sperm from your mouth and when you were done, you started licking it clean, swallowing this time. “you’re such a good girl, looking so pretty like that.”

“thanks babe.” you smiled after you sucked him clean. he leaned down to peck your lips few times. his hand went to stroke himself.

“now on your hands and knees, bet you’re fucking dripping again from sucking me like that.” he muttered. you went just like he asked, on the edge of the bed. he stood behind you, lining himself with your entrance. his tip pressing against your slit. “so fucking wet.” he gasped, sliding his dick inside you. “you’re so tight, wrapping around me perfectly.” he went fully, groaning.

“fucking god, you feel so good.” you moaned, gripping sheets. he placed his hands on your hips and he started moving in and out fast.

“fucking slut, swallowing my whole dick with your pussy.” he panted, slapping your ass hardly, causing your loud moan. he was moving so fast and so deep that it felt like you could feel it in your stomach. his hand went to grab your hair, pulling it hardly. his other hand giving you another slap. “just like that, you have to tell me when you’ll be about to come, understood?” he asked, thrusting faster and rougher.

“yes.” you managed to gasp breathlessly. your moans were filling the room along with sounds of slapping flesh.

“that’s what i like to hear.” he gasped, pulling your hair harder. his other hand went to your hip to grab it tightly.

“fuck, i’m gonna come Drew.” you moaned and he immediately pulled out his dick, letting go of your hair as well. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“wanna see your pretty face when you come, turn on your back baby.” he said. you turned around and he went on top of you, sliding back into your core. you moaned when he started moving fast again. his one hand on your hip and the other went around your neck, pressing your pulse points. your eyes rolled back from pleasure. “say you love it when i’m choking you.”

“i love when you’re choking me.” you gasped, clenching at his cock already.

“fuck, i need you to come y/n.” he panted, applying more pressure. you nodded breathlessly.

“jesus fucking christ!” you moaned and your whole body arched as you finished. your walls clenching around him tightly. he moaned loudly and you could feel him painting your inside walls with hot sprouts.

“fuck, babe!” he panted, slowing down his movements. his dick twitching inside you, emptying himself completely. he pulled out, looking down at your pussy. when his cum started dripping outside he pushed his finger inside you, causing it staying inside. he leaned down to your lips, placing soft kiss. “i love you so much baby.”

“i love you too.”

[vialovesyou]

𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗬

" i’m telling you, she likes you" y/n shrugged, causing drew to laugh. " your ridiculous " he stated, lying down between her legs with his head on her stomach.

" humour me for a minute" y/n spoke, moving her phone down so drew could see as she opened instagram, searching for odessa’s account.drew shook his head in amusement, as the girl clicked on the first highlight.

she tapped through it, and funnily enough every single picture was with, or of drew. she exhaled harshly, looking at drew with an i told you so face. he clicked off it, scrolling through her posts and pressing one the one of the full cast of hellraiser and y/n.

" look, your in that one" he hummed, pointing at y/n in the picture. " she literally chose the only one where my eyes were closed " y/n replied, rolling her eyes before drew took the phone feom her hand and turned so his chin was on her stomach.

she reached down to play with his hair as he looked up at her, fingers resting at her sides. "you know we are just friends " he told her, pressing light kisses to her stomach.

" does she know that?" y/n questioned, raising a brow as she glanced to the side clearly annoyed.

" she doesn’t like me, sweetheart " drew laughed lightly,as y/n puffed the air from her cheeks.

" have you seen yourself, everyone likes you! even my dad has a crush on you" she stated. it annoyed her how perfect drew was because it meant everyone wanted him. and wether she would admit it or not, she was jealous.

" yeah i am pretty great, aren’t i ?" he grinned, enjoying annoying y/n. " you find this amusing, don’t you ?" she stopped playing with his hair, moving her hands away.

" oh come on, you know i only have eyes for you" he smiled at her, using his hands to push himself up and kiss her. he connected their lips just before y/n pulled away. " you better or i will poke your eyes out"

[outerbanksworld]

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