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Idk if you have seen that one text ss where the guy is like "take a nap" and then a few hours later he goes "I said a nap not a fucking coma" feel like that would be sooooo rafe x reader, like reader just falls asleep anywhere and everywhere and rafe is just like "girl.....😐"

thought of two instances of this! thank u for requesting, i hope u enjoy!

“hey, hey,” rafe shakes your arm, sighing. “mm.. r-rafe?” you mumble, your vision a bit blurry as you wake up, yawning. “w-what you doing here?” you question in a little groggy voice, getting shy as you can see him a little clearer. he was just so handsome. “the fuck you mean? you didn’t answer my texts all fuckin’ day. got worried.” he confesses, his eyebrows scrunched together.

“oh.. yea,” you giggle softly. “was jus’ getting my beauty sleep, papi.”

“b-beauty sleep? you serious? it’s 1:30 in the afternoon.” he scolds in a condescending tone. “papiii,” you whine, hiding your face in your pillow. “you’re judging me. can feel it.”

you hear him sigh, rolling his eyes. “not judging, ma. jus’.. curious how someone can sleep that long.” “well.. it’s because it gets tiring being the worlds best girlfriend, lotta weight on my back,” you giggle at your own joke. “mm, yeah. give you that one.” he chuckles before kissing your forehead. “cmon, missed you. we’re going out, yea?”

୨୧ second instance

“hey, where your girl go man?” topper asked as rafe adjusted his hat backwards. he usually never let you out of eyesight. “uh, what?” he asks before looking around, seeing that you were no longer by the clothing rack that held a variety of cropped, revealing tops that quickly made rafe imagine having to tell you not to wear those when he wasn’t around when he first saw you snooping there. “the fuck?” he quietly whispers to himself, scanning the store.

after a few minutes of looking around and even calling your cellphone— he approached one of the workers, already working himself up. “hello, ma’am, uh.. wanted to ask if you’ve seen a girl wearing a pink dress? has little flowers on it? was wearing those uh tall sandals or whatever you call em,”

“oh, you mean platform sandals?” she giggles softly, “yea she asked me where the dressing room was and headed straight there.” she replies with a small smile. “ah, alright. thanks.”

when he arrives to the dressing room he goes to the one stall that’s closed, knocking before twisting the doorknob. “didn’t even lock the damn thing.” he grumbles to himself before stepping inside.

you sat on the dressing rooms chair with your head leaned back and eyes closed. “oh you’re kidding me.”

he lightly smacks your cheek to wake you up, a bit upset. “o-oh! hi papi,” you say meekly. “was tired of all that walking.. was only going to take a real small nap..” you confess, your cheeks a flushed pink.

“baby.. i.. what? cmon doll, you serious with me right now?” he questions, a disapproving expression on his face. “you’re the one that wanted to go to the mall, remember?” it was true, you wanted to get closer to topper and kelce— being rafe’s friends and all, so you invited them to go shopping with you. “i-i know papi, we just did so much walking ‘s all..” you whine, standing up as you hug rafe gently, sighing. “oh doll, cmon. let’s just go already.” he says lightly, dragging you back out and telling the boys it was time to go home for the day, them being secretly glad as they had literally no idea what to do in all the stores you had been visiting— let’s just say every since then, rafe refused to let go of your hand anytime you guys went out afterwards.

rafe x crybaby!reader who cries and has a full on meltdown in front of rafe and his friends because he said no when she asked him to buy her this new expensive bag!🎀

ahhh i’m sorry i honestly hate the way i wrote this so much im so sorry i really hope you like it:< rafe is just a little mean but i mean come on! it’s rafe <3 im sorry i didn’t really make her have like a whole real big meltdown i just honestly couldn’t write it :<

‘DENIED’ the website reads, just as you were about to finish off your purchase for the new pink limited edition bag you had been eyeing. what? you frown, quickly jumping off your bed, slipping into your pink crocs— following the noise downstairs, knowing rafe and his friends were hanging out in the living room.

“rafe?” you call, giving a quick greeting to topper and kelce before sitting besides your boyfriend. “whys it say that?,” you ask, glittery gloss lips in a form of a halfway pout as you show your phone to rafe.

he leans in, taking a quick glance at it before a small chuckle leaves his lips. “you.. you uh.. really don’t remember?”

your brows furrow, head tilting. “what do you mean, ray?” confusion laced in your voice.

he looks away briefly before landing back at you. “well.. thanks to that little stunt you pulled on monday, i decided i won’t be paying for anymore of your little shopping sprees ‘till next week.” he states, lips smacking together.

“w-what?” you nervously giggle, cheeks starting to heat up.

it was safe to say, you weren’t used to rafe telling you no. every single thing you wanted or asked for was given to you in a few days thanks to express shipping.

you had got perfectly accustomed to the title of being rafe’s spoiled girlfriend. constantly skipping over prices and simply swiping his card. “i.. i thought you were only kidding, daddy.” you mumble softly, not wanting the boys to hear.

“i don’t kid about setting you straight, baby.” he says simply, your eyes already starting to burn.. embarrassment clouding your mind.

“but you already punished me!” you whine as quietly as you can, one of the small tears up in your eyes falls as you recollect the memory of when he had you bent over his lap, spanking you until your ass was practically engraved with his handprint.

“please daddy, it’ll already be sold out by next week,” you cry, trying to make him understand.

but he only looks away, shaking his head. “don’t you have enough purses anyway? bought you plenty already.” he continues, making more tears stream down your cheek at his reluctance.

you notice topper and kelce staring now, concerned with whatever it was you were crying about, looking to themselves with confused expressions. rafe however, was used to your dramatics.

“you’re just being mean, rafe! i already paid for my mistake.” you plead, grabbing his hands and squeezing them lightly.

topper clears his throat, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation. kelce hides a small smirk, but pretends not to hear the ordeal anyway.

rafe couldn’t care less for the audience, always loving when he had any spotlight with the way he handled you. an opportunity to flaunt the power dynamic between you two.

rafe puts on a faux pout, even making a small “awe” sound as he moves one hand to wipe your tears. “oh i’m being mean, really? that.. that supposed to make me cave in, hm? let you run along and think every single punishment isn’t serious?”

he was so cruel you thought, his mocking pulling at your heart in a negative way. “hey, stop crying, okay? you know im not doing this for fun. these are consequences to your actions.” he prompts, every tear that falls on your cheek being wiped by his hands.

“p-please, just this once..” you mewl. “i promise i wont ask for another bag for awhile, promise! i’ll be real good.” you beg.

maybe it was the way your sad eyes looked at him, or the way your manicured hand squeezed his own, or maybe he just wanted you to stop bugging him, thinking about the blow job he’d ask for later— or maybe it was simply cause he had grown soft. but regardless, he still bites his lips and nods. “alright fine— i’ll buy it now so it doesn’t sell out, but when it comes you’re gonna give it me to hold it until next week still.” he tells you, filling in his card information on the site.

“r-really? oh thank you!” you squeal, giving him a tight hug. “mhm, better be.”

Thunderstruck || NFL Player!Rafe Cameron X DCC!fem!reader

Summary: As a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, fraternizing with the players was strictly off-limits. However, being the team’s coach’s daughter afforded you certain privileges, and you were able to pull a few strings for Rafe.

Warnings: nothing really

Word count: 1,599

A/n: if this does well, might do more nfl!rafe x dcc!reader :) send me any requests!!!

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

As the music blared through the stadium, you stood front and center, commanding the field with every precise movement of your iconic routine to AC/DC’s Thunderstruck.

The crowd’s energy was palpable, a roar of excitement that matched the electric rhythm of the song. Dressed in the iconic blue and white uniform of a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, you knew all eyes were on you the second you all moved into formation.

As a four-year veteran of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, the dance felt like second nature to you. Your smile never faltered as you executed the routine flawlessly. The first game of the year was always memorable, with the excitement in the stadium buzzing through the air.

Fans were filled with anticipation for the Cowboys’ upcoming season. As you executed each precise kick, turn, and cheer, you felt the collective heartbeat of the stadium pulsing in time with your own.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as the spotlight followed your every move. The crowd’s roar echoed in your ears, a testament to the excitement of the first game of the season.

Rafe had just joined the Dallas Cowboys after being offered the spot, and tonight was he debut with the team. As he jogged onto the field, the energy of the stadium washed over him. Amidst the chaos, his eyes were drawn to you.

It wasn’t just your position at the front and center of the formation that caught his attention, but the confidence and skill you radiated. Intrigued, he turned to one of his teammates. “Who’s that?” Rafe asked, nodding in your direction.

Chris, his teammate, followed his gaze and smirked. “That’s Y/n. Coach Johnson’s daughter.” Rafe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “The coach’s daughter?” Chris chuckled, giving Rafe a friendly slap on the back. “How haven’t you seen her around, dude? She’s one of the hottest girls on the cheer team.”

Rafe’s eyes remained fixed on you as you executed flawless high kicks and sharp turns. There was something about you that captivated him, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. You moved with a grace and precision that spoke of both natural talent and relentless hard work.

As the routine built to its climax, you prepared for the iconic jump-split. The crowd held its breath, and then erupted in cheers as you all landed perfectly. Chris leaned in, shouting in Rafe’s ear over the deafening applause. “Remember, you can’t be seeing any of them, right? Especially Y/n. It’s part of the contract.” Rafe chuckled, giving a resigned nod. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

But as he watched you take your final bow, the applause still ringing in his ears, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were someone worth breaking the rules for.

~

After the game, you and your teammates strolled through the bustling hallway, still basking in the post-performance adrenaline. You and the other cheerleaders were busy toweling off the sweat from the night’s game, the familiar routine a comforting end to a high-energy evening.

Spotting your dad leading the Cowboys team towards you, you waved excitedly and jogged over to him. His face lit up with pride as he greeted you with a side hug, his voice filled with warmth. “Hey, kiddo! You were amazing out there, as always.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, and you couldn’t suppress a delighted giggle.

“Thanks, Dad,” you replied, your smile mirroring his. As you walked alongside him, discussing the game and upcoming plans, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. A subtle sense of curiosity drew your gaze over your shoulder, where you locked eyes with an unfamiliar guy.

Your dad noticed your glance and affectionately patted your side. “That’s Rafe. You know, the really talented guy I offered the spot to from the Outer Banks?” Around him, the other players playfully slapped Rafe on the back and teased him with knowing grins.

Rafe grinned sheepishly, accepting the good-natured ribbing from his teammates. Turning back to face your dad, you hummed in response.

~

“Where is Y/N?” Kelli’s voice echoed through the pre-game excitement backstage, cutting through the chatter and preparation of the cheerleaders lined up, ready to go onto the field. Panic surged through you as you hurriedly made your way over, adjusting your hair and straightening your top.

“I’m here! I’m here,” you called out, slipping into position just in time. Kelli, raised an eyebrow, her keen eyes taking in your slightly disheveled appearance. Kelli stepped closer, her demeanor stern. “Sweetie,” her hand reaching up to gently touch your face. You looked at her in confusion as she rubbed your chin, then showed you her thumb smeared with your lipstick.

“I—” you began to explain, but she shook her head, “Not right now,” she hushed firmly as she brushed away stray strands of hair that had fallen across your face. “Have fun out there, ladies!” Kellie called out, her voice projecting over the backstage buzz.

With a deep breath, you led the charge onto the field, the exhilarating pulse of Thunderstruck fueling your every move. The routine flowed flawlessly, each kick and turn executed with precision. The cheers of the crowd blended with the music, creating an electrifying atmosphere that drove you to perform at your best.

Later that night, after another Cowboys victory, you found yourself in the locker room, wiping off your makeup. One of your teammates, Kelcey, approached you with a curious expression.

“Hey,” she greeted, smiling as you returned the gesture, glancing at her through the reflection in the mirror. “Did you hear what happened after tonight’s game?” she asked, sitting on the bench and swinging her legs.

You paused, turning to face her. “No? What happened?” you asked, intrigued. Kelcey looked around briefly before leaning closer. “Y’know that new player? Rafe Cameron. Well, he showed up late on the field and Coach Johnson was furious,” she explained.

Your mind raced. One thing your dad valued the most was punctuality. “I think Coach was even threatening his spot! What was he thinking, he’s only been on the team for a week!” Kelcey shook her head in disbelief.

~

As you stretched in the locker room, your dad walked in, his authoritative presence immediately commanding attention. “Hey, kid,” he greeted, pulling up a chair to sit facing you, his expression a mix of warmth and concern.

“Hi, Dad,” you replied with a smile, continuing your stretches, hoping to appear nonchalant. His gaze lingered on you, scrutinizing every detail, his face unreadable.

“Everything all good?” you asked, sensing his unease and hoping to dispel it. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, everything’s fine, sweetie,” he said, but the smile on his face didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Listen, Kelli mentioned you were running late before the game. You’re never late, Y/N.”

You chuckled, trying to ease the tension with a light laugh. “Dad, I scuffed up my boots, so I had to fix them,” you lied smoothly, hoping your tone was convincing enough. He nodded slowly, though skepticism lingered in his eyes. “Really? Because you know what’s funny? Rafe was late to arrive on the field too.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he leaned back in the chair, studying your reaction.

You threw him a look, feigning innocence. “What are you trying to say?” “That’s just a coincidence, right? I don’t need to be worrying about my daughter and one of my best players, do I?” He raised an eyebrow, giving you a pointed look that made your heart skip a beat.

You forced yourself to maintain your composure. “No, Dad, you don’t need to worry,” you assured him, hoping he wouldn’t see through the façade you were putting up. Your dad sighed and gave you a look you knew too well, a mixture of concern and fatherly protectiveness. “Sweetheart, I’m not stupid.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, feeling a pang of guilt. “Dad, I never said you were—” But he cut you off, leaning forward slightly. “Rafe is a good-looking guy, I get it. And well, of course, you’re a stunning girl who happens to be a cheerleader for his team, so naturally—”

“He’s a really nice guy, Dad. And he cares for me, I know he does,” you said quietly, your voice almost a whisper, your eyes fixed on the ground to avoid his piercing gaze. Your dad watched you in silence for a moment before sighing deeply. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice softening as he looked at you intently.

You looked up at him and nodded your head, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yes, it is.” Your dad stood up and walked over to you, his demeanor shifting to one of tender support. “Well, I want you to be happy, okay?” He smiled at you warmly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, feeling a wave of relief.

“Thank you, Dad,” you smiled gratefully at him. You pulled him into a hug, and he kissed the top of your head, his embrace comforting and familiar. “You’re looking more and more like your mother every day, y’know,” he whispered, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “Whenever I see you out there on the field in your uniform, I have to double-look because I think it’s your mom.”

You both chuckled softly, a stray tear escaping and running down your face. Your dad pulled back slightly, using his thumb to gently wipe away the tear. “Try not to be late next time, yeah? Don’t want Kelli on my back.” You chuckled and nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. “Got it, Dad.”

new obsession

8/11/22

Anchor Tattoo

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary:

Word count: 1600

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, cheating, jealousy, fighting, fingering, oral (female receiving), makeup sex

The sparks flew the second I met Y/N at a party. I was captivated by the way her hips seductively swayed to the music. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her eyes met mine and I could tell she was more than pleased at the way I was studying her. By the end of the night, she was wrapped around my cock in the backseat of my truck. 

Now everything would have been fine, besides the fact that I had a girl and she had a boyfriend. Unfortunately for them, they both passed on that party. And yeah I know it was wrong, but I didn’t give a shit when I was inside of her. She was like a drug to me. I could never go longer than a week without having her. 

We had been at this game for three months now. And everything was going great. We were sneaky and had a good system for not getting caught. The problems started when I started feeling myself getting angrier and angrier after every encounter when she’d leave to go back to the loser she called her boyfriend. I tried hard to hide it but I could tell that she was starting to notice my agitation. 

“What is your problem, Rafe?” She questioned me.

“Nothing! Go back to your pathetic ass boyfriend!” I yelled at her as I pointed to my door. 

“Are you serious? You’re fucking jealous? You’re the one that’s pathetic.” She scolded me and her words stung. “You knew what this was when we started this.” She gathered her purse and keys and started heading for the door. 

“Yeah well, maybe I’d like to change that.” I said in a gentler voice, trying to calm myself down. 

“What?” She turned to face me, confusion washed over her face. 

“You heard me Y/N. I broke up with her.”

“When?” 

“Three days ago.” I walked over to her and tried to grab her hand, but she pulled away. 

“That doesn’t change anything Rafe. That’s not what I want from you.” I laughed and took a step back. I refused to believe that she felt nothing for me. Maybe at first, it was all about sex but it had flourished into something else and I know it wasn’t one-sided. 

“What about last week when you called me up and came over? We didn’t even fuck. We just hung out and you stayed over.” She rolled her eyes and I could feel my anger coming back. 

“You’re overthinking shit. I’m not going to do this with you.” Her words were cold. 

“Fine, go then. Don’t come back to me when he can’t even get you off.” She scoffed at me and then stormed out of my room and out of the house. I punched a hole in my wall when I watched her pull out of the driveway. Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut? Now I’ve lost her in every way. 

A week went by and I hadn’t heard from her. I honestly was hoping I would. Hoping she would come crawling back. But I knew I was the one that fucked it up. At this point, I texted her a couple of times telling her I was sorry for how I acted and that I missed her, and needed her. All those texts went unanswered. 

I hated how she was stuck in my head. The way her nose scrunched up when she laughed, the pretty sounds she would make underneath me, her anchor tattoo on the back of her shoulder. Pull yourself together, I thought to myself. As another week went by, I wished I had never met her. I was attempting to take a nap when my phone rang beside me on my end table. I sat up immediately when I realized it was her. 

“Hello.” 

“Rafe.” It was so nice to hear her voice, especially when it was saying my name. 

“What do you want Y/N?” She sighed deeply and took a pause before responding.

“I broke up with him.” I wasn’t sure that I had heard her correctly. 

“What?” 

“I broke up with him Rafe and I’m so sorry for the things I said to you. I didn’t mean them. I was just scared. You scared me. You’ve made me feel things I’ve never felt before and I didn’t know what to do.” She stopped, not wanting to keep rambling on. Feelings of relief washed over me as I smiled into the phone. 

“Come over beautiful. I want to see you.” She laughed and I was mad that I couldn’t see it. 

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten.” 

She pulled up into my driveway and I met her outside. Her smile burned bright, the moment she saw me. She slammed her door and ran into my arms. I picked her up and smashed my lips into her, the most passionate moment we had ever shared. For the first time, I finally really had her. All to myself. I placed her back down on the ground and pulled away so I could look into her sweet eyes. 

“I love you Y/N.” She smiled and placed her hands on my chest.

“I love you too.” She grabbed me by my shirt and kissed me again. I felt a fire forming through my whole body for her. 

“Let me take you inside and show you how much I love you.” I smirked and picked her back up and she shrieked with excitement. I pushed open the door and carried her all the way up the stairs. I never realized how much romance I had in me. She brought it out of me. I kicked my door closed and set her down gently on my bed, quickly hovering over her. 

Usually, we are straight to the point when it comes to being physical but things were different now. I wanted to take my time with her. I reattached my lips to hers and she put her hands through my hair. 

After a while of us intensely making out, I moved my lips to her neck. I let my hands wander down her body and slid my hand down her pants. She gasped out as my fingers came into contact with her clit. She was soaking for me already and I was instantly hard. I started rubbing soft circles with my fingers and I sucked on her neck. She tugged hard on my hair, letting me know I was doing a good job. I loved making her feel like this. She moaned out loudly when I slowly pushed a finger inside of her. I had her right where I wanted her. 

“Please just fuck me already.” She begged.

“I’ll get to that baby, be patient.” She whined and I added another finger, pumping in and out at a faster pace. I worked her up just enough before abandoning my actions. I pulled my hand from her and pulled her pants and underwear off. She sat up and helped me remove her top and bra. I admired her tits fully on display for me. I leaned down and placed kisses all over them before continuing down her stomach. I could tell she was getting impatient with me when she tried to shove my head down to where she ached for me the most. I smirked up at her and she rolled her eyes. 

I placed wet kisses on the inside of her thighs before diving in, flicking my tongue over her clit making her arch her back immediately. It was a sight to see her in such a blissful state, one I put her in. I teased her entrance with my tongue a few times before reattaching my lips to her clit. I pushed my fingers back inside of her, taking my sweet time to find her sweet spot. Everything about her sounds and the way she squirmed underneath me was begging me to let her cum. She started clenching around my fingers and I felt her let go. I lapped up all her juices before looking up at her with a smirk. 

“You taste even better now that you’re mine.” She leaned up to grab and pull me up to her, kissing me hard wanting to taste herself on my lips and tongue. I moaned into her mouth when I felt her hand start to palm me through my jeans. I pulled my shirt over my head and got rid of my pants quickly. I didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer. 

I positioned myself with her core and pushed into her slowly. We both let out moans and her head hit the back of the pillow. I started out with slow thrusts and she wrapped her legs around me, already needing me to go deeper. She really will be the death of me.

“You feel so good around me baby.” She clawed at my back as I gripped her hips. 

“Don’t stop, just please don’t stop.” Her voice was shaky and already out of breath. Something about my pace and the whole emotion of the whole night had us both so close already. 

“You’re mine now, no one else will ever have you again.”  I whispered into her ear as I buried my face in her neck and slowly increased my speed. She was tightening around me and I was tethering on the edge. 

“I’m yours.” 

“Then cum for me baby.” She grabbed my face so she could kiss me as her walls pulsated around me. I came undone deep inside of her seconds later. After I helped us ride out our highs, I pulled out of her and rested my face on her chest. She played with my hair as we both sought to catch our breaths. 

“You’re perfect.” She whispered to me and I was the happiest I’d been in a long time. 

“If you say so, it must be true.” We both giggled and I drifted off to sleep, praying that what I just experienced wasn’t a dream. 

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Masterlist

Dark Masterlist

You’re the PB to my J

Drew Starkey x f!reader

Masterlist || Thirst tweets interview

A/N: I’ve always noticed a lack of Drew Starkey (not Rafe Cameron) fics and I’ve been in love with the man since 2020. It’s time I take manners into my own hands. I will make more bc the hyperfixation didn’t last 3 years for nothing. (I’ll create a separate masterlist)

Summary: Y/n and drew have been dating since the pandemic when they quarantined together along with some other cast mates but haven’t publicly confirmed it yet, this is a moment in an interview where their “secret” relationship solidified by accident.

“Hi guys I’m Madelyn Cline”

“Hi I’m Y/n”

“I’m Madison Bailey”

“I’m Carlacia Grant”

“Hey I’m Austin North”

“I’m Jonathan Daviss “

“And I’m Drew Starkey”

“And we are the cast of Outer Banks and these are our favorite snacks!”

Everyone talked about their favorite snacks including you and it was time for Drew’s.

“Everyone, your welcome” said Drew as he passed the snacks around.

“All right as Laci said, these are clutch o’clock” everybody laughed and he kept talking “these are- they are OG, I mean I love peanut butter and jelly so much but also nostalgic for me. Public school, the extras aisle-“

“Oh yeah”

“-pay like 50cents for an uncrustable. I would get these maybe once a week, but like when I could. It was incredible…and if you freeze these-“ he turned to Carlacia “You fucking freeze these, it’s like the perfect summer snack”

“Wait-“ you interrupted quietly.

“Y/n doesn’t like them, I don’t even know how we’re…friends”

All of your friends laughed.

“Don’t- be like that.” You laughed looking back at your boyfriend who was looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his “Is that why I kept finding them in my freezer for like a month?”

Madelyn beside you chuckled “Oh yeah! oh my god you did tell me about that”

Drew was looking at you dumbfounded, trying to remember when that happened.

“You don’t remember?” He shook his head and you turned back to the camera “Okay quick story time. It was 2020, we were quarantined in my apartment, it was us” you motioned between your boyfriend and yourself “Maddie, Chase and Ausie and you were the last one to leave and after that I kept finding these things in my freezer and I remember asking Ausie about it because I’m like ‘that looks like something he’d do’ but it was you!”

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I remember now, but I came back for ‘em”

“Yeah that you did”

“Maybe it’s time you went back to your apartment” said Ausie under his breath with a quiet chuckle.

“I think it’s a little late for that” whispered back J.D as he enjoyed his uncrustable.

“Like 3 years late” added Ausie laughing, both thinking the mic wouldn’t catch it.

“Well maybe I did it on purpose so you would like ‘em” he suggested with a lazy smirk that melted your heart.

“We both know that didn’t work.”

“Freezing them it’s the best. It’s sweet and cold” said Carlacia enthusiastically, also enjoying the snack.

“Damn this is not good” Madison opinionated with a disgusted face.

“Right? I would like them if I actually enjoyed peanut butter”

“Shut up!” Drew yelled, seemingly offended by the situation, obviously he wasn’t, not really that is.

You all laughed again and you looked back at him to see his extended hand so you could give yours to him like you always did.

“Y/n didn’t even try it” pointed out Madelyn.

“Didn’t even open it” added Laci.

“No im not gonna open one just to not finish it-”

“Here” said Drew handing you a piece from his uncrustable to try before going on a rant about how great Uncrustables are.

“Thanks”

“Just ‘cause I actually like you. But I’m still offended”

“I’ll make it up to you”

Carlacia proceeded with the outro “Thank you everybody for watching and enjoying our snacks and here’s a word from all of my friends”

And in unison everybody encouraged the show’s fans “Watch Outer Banks Season 3 on Netflix!”

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this is so beautiful<33!!

hi i love your work and was wondering if you could write drew starkey x fem reader based off the lines “she hates compliments. — i do. — we’re working on that.” from your most recent drew work??

i feel like it’d be super cute to see how drew helps the reader feels more comfortable receiving compliments and affection plus how he’d react to her telling him how she isn’t used to it/isn’t incredibly comfortable

Actions speak louder than words

Drew starkey x reader

Masterlist

A/n: if you guys feel like this one is personal, it’s probably bc it is. I’ve been waiting MONTHS to write this one. The quotes on the request are from this fic and also, writing this made me realize that my writing is more poetic when I’m in my bed for some strange reason and I didn’t know where I was going with the f*ing analogy at the end, I still don’t know if it makes any sense.

“I also remember that the smallest gesture of affection would bring a lump to my throat, whether it was directed at me or at someone else”

Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

Word count: 1.9k

So subtle it hurts.

“Like this?” you asked him as you positioned yourself in front of the golf ball. It happened a few days before your official first date and you were hanging out with the cast at an indoor golf place but you decided to step away to spend some time alone.

“Yeah that’s it. Make sure you keep your hands there before you swing” he instructed.

And after some teaching from him, you hit the ball and it actually went far. You both celebrated.

“Good job! I knew you could do it”

You didn’t really know why but your heart dropped to your stomach and your smile faced and as always, he noticed the slightest change in you.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly “Did you hurt yourself?”

You blinked “No, no I just– it’s nothing”

He approached you slowly without any sudden movements, making sure that you knew he wasn’t planning on hurting you in any way and took the golf club from your hands “Hey–” he spoke softly “What’s wrong, beautiful? It’s not nothing, talk to me”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Can we just go back to the others?” you asked with teary eyes as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Yeah we can but just know, whenever you need me–whatever it is, just say the word” he assured, earning a soft nod from you. “Can I hug you?”

You nodded again and melted in his arms. There weren’t many people you let get that close but you allowed him and you were glad you did.

Confessions.

You sat at a small table while you spoke about what either of you expected in a relationship and as Madelyn had reminded you, you needed to be honest with him.

“Do you–” you paused, taking a deep breath and preparing to maintain eye contact “Do you remember what happened the other day when we were playing golf? When it was just us”

He nodded “Did i do something wrong? Maybe i touched you in some way you didn’t like–”

“No it wasn’t anything you did, you’re beyond respectful” you assured “It was something you said that i don’t hear often”

“What do you mean?”

You cussed under your breath, worry began slipping into your system “I don’t want this to change the way you see me or think of me”

He shook his head “Y/n, you don’t have to worry about any of that”

“No, I do. Because I really like you and I want this to work…” he nodded for you to continue “You said ‘good job’ and it just felt like the ice under my feet cracked making me fall into freezing cold water and i don’t want it to feel that way forever”

“Did you feel that way when i said that you looked beautiful when i came to pick you up?”

“I did and that reaction just hurts more when it comes from you. It should feel good, I know it should because I feel guilty when it doesn’t. So I understand if you don’t want any of this. You don’t have to fix what you didn’t break” you admitted painfully, your eyes still on his.

He rested his hand on the table, palm upwards for you to take if you wanted to do so, you did. His thumb caressed your skin lightly as his touch made your breathing hitch and your heart speed up. “Neither do you. You shouldn’t do it alone either way.

Heart to heart.

It started with little things, the common things. He brought flowers every time you went on a date, even just a single rose which never failed to bring tears to your eyes. Drew always walked you to your apartment after every date or outing with friends. You’d step in and he’d lean on the doorway just to admire you for a few more minutes. You soon discovered that his gaze calmed you yet intrigued you beyond understanding, always afraid that he’d see something in you that he shouldn’t have seen and that he’d just never come back to finish what he started.

“I always wonder what crosses your mind when you look at me”

He smiled “Do you want to know?”

Your breathing staggered as the truth commonly felt like a newly sharpened knife, the kind used in five star restaurants to craft meals that never failed to amaze, except for you, there was never a meal after or a sharp kitchen utensil that to you was dull, one that you would attempt to let mark you, over and over again until you looked in the mirror and saw it too.

“I don’t know if I'm strong enough” you whispered.

He nodded in understanding yet spoke anyway “I wonder how someone could hurt someone so beautiful and full of love”

You shook your head with a tight smile that soon turned into a frown “It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore”

“It does when it took so much violence to become that gentle. It’s not fair to you to feel unlovable when you have so much love to give; such beauty and tenderness should be adored, worshiped even”

Actions.

The truth. His truth and only his, felt like a promise, the one present you ask for when you’re little thinking that you won’t get but you do. And there it was years later, beautifully wrapped with a note and a bow, the same kind of present you received on the birthday party he organized for you with your closest friends. He wiped your tears with his thumb lightly.

“They are happy tears” you assured while your voice shook.

“Yeah? Are you okay?”

“I will be” you admitted and for the first time, you actually believed those words.

Little by little you became more comfortable with touch, touch you began to realize how much you craved and how little it burned. It didn’t really matter where you were, it never did and when you moved in together he made sure you knew that things wouldn’t change, that you didn’t escape a burning house to break into another that would only burn you farther.

You had been living together for months and his creativity still surprised you.

You woke up to an empty bed and some noise in the kitchen. You got up and entered the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. When you lifted your eyes, they landed on your reflection and you noticed a little post-it stuck on the mirror. It read ‘Good morning, gorgeous. You stole my shirt again but I'd be lying if I said I didn't buy it solely because I knew you’d wear it’ and you smiled, the way you did everyday since you met him. Those were the little things you cherished, the ones you kept in a shoe box under your bed as if they were some precious stone kept in a museum. A box full of other notes, little trinkets he gave you because they made him think of you, polaroid pictures and letters, oh the letters he wrote.

On the days he knew you’d check the letterbox, he’d write a letter and leave it there for you. You’d read it on the way up to your apartment smiling to yourself or he’d simply hide them around the house for you to find. Under your pillow, as a bookmark in a book he saw you read, in drawers he knew you’d open…It didn’t matter if he was at home with you or away but when he was, he’d read them out loud for you. Distance wasn’t stopping that man in any way because his actions and intentions would turn the world upside down just to find you, it wasn’t only texts, no. It was reminders, voicemails and even made up events in your calendar.

“Event: ‘I love you’

Notes: I will put the world at your feet. I will love you as long as i love -Drew”

Shared playlists’ names weren’t just names, they were messages making sure that you heard how much he appreciated your existence just like the song titles weren’t just titles anymore, nor were the lyrics when he’d approach you with the brightest eyes you’d ever seen “This song made me think of you”

Nothing he did was meaningless and love didn’t hurt anymore:

Healing.

You’d enter the kitchen soon after, often trying to disguise your smile too. Sometimes you’d feel ashamed when such words would make you feel lightheaded and sensitive, so you hid it as best as you could but somethings just have too great of an impact to simply put away, to ignore. He sure couldn’t and neither could you, not when his words and actions made you self aware of the existence of your pumping heart.

“Good morning” he’d greet while he flipped the pancakes.

“Good morning, you woke up early” you’d note, somewhat insinuating that you had seen his little morning craft. He’d smile, so brightly that you’d assume the existence of a second sun.

“You know that only takes me a few seconds but i’m glad it made you smile”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you’d joke, flustered. He’d chuckle and lean over the kitchen bar to peck your lips. If you avoided the subject, he’d let it be and if not, he’d continue praising you, he too, acknowledging the existence of a second burning star in the morning sky at the sight of your smile.

“I didn’t wake up that early…I had a dream about you so i slept a little longer”

You’d hide your face with your hands and groan “How do you come up with all these compliments?!”

He’d chuckle “You really have no idea what a charming memory you are to me”

And when it came to admitting the love you had for the other, his words were never the usual three. They were intense, meaningful and direct. They had such a way of cutting through your being with the utmost tenderness to reach your soul yet they weakened your knees as if you had walked to every corner on earth just to find that kind of love.

“I love you” you whispered as you both laid in bed. You had said it before or at least tried to, each time far too afraid that those words would be the fuel he’d use to leave in his car.

He turned to you “I loved you then, i love you now and i'm certain i’ll love you forever. Y/n, there is never a moment in which i do not adore you”

Believing that compliments are just adjectives might be a mistake many make. They open a dictionary, pick the words that sound best and keep them close to spread like a variety of wildflower seeds, all to bloom so colorful and different. They appear in a small patch in different places except sometimes they don’t, people who walk that path, see that one precious flower and pick it over and over again until it refuses to grow. And then if you don’t spread those seeds, no flowers will grow at all. Why can’t they be like the sun or maybe the rain, they should come as events that happen regularly and impact someone's day, they should drench them with care and tint them with love. They aren’t just words, they shouldn’t be.

I LITERALLY SCREAMED AND CREAMED READING THIS

drew smut based on the song stargirl interlude where the lyric says

“I had a vision. A vision of my nails in the kitchen. Scratching counter tops, I was screaming. My back arched like a cat. My position couldn't stop, you were hitting it. And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, star boy”

Stargirl interlude (r66dus’ version)

Drew Starkey x fem reader smut

Masterlist

A/n: there’s another version of a standing smut like this but I’m scared to actually write it and post it cause it might get dirtyyyyyyy yet loving?😟

Warnings: protected p in v, profanities, pet names, praise and 💦

Word count: 2k

Drew filming in Italy during the spring, had been a blessing for the both of you as a couple, since you got to vacation before you were due to start filming Season 3 of Outer Banks while your boyfriend got to be Daniel Craig’s costar. As great as it had been, it was quite lonely during the day when Drew was working but he made sure to make every night special. Tonight that included a romantic dinner at a nice little restaurant while wearing a black silk yet casual mid-length dress he bought for you, no fans spotted the two of you so it had been perfect to say the least and as you both glanced lustfully to the other, you knew that the night had just begun. 

You entered the apartment that had been given to him, barefoot while he carried your heels which he quickly abandoned at the door after closing it. You were both a little wine drunk, eyes fully clouded by desire as you turned to look at him. Drew approached you, hands on your hips and lips on your neck as he walked you back to the kitchen island until you hit a barstool making you both chuckle drunkenly before he moved it aside, the small of your back hit now the edge of the kitchen island while his body caged you against it. He kissed your lips messily and bit them to make you succumb to him, your sheer lipstick now long gone and forgotten as your hands roamed aimlessly over his broad back but his, knew well where they were meant to be.

His right hand slid over the swell of your ass to reach your thigh, bringing your left leg to his waist. Once there, his fingers carefully slid under your dress and slowly but surely neared the place where you needed him most, such an awaited moment that felt like torture yet your body was willing to suffer the heat of his touch, your heart pounded loudly against his chest and just when you thought the torture would end, a phone rang.

He groaned “Just ignore it” 

His lips now marked your neck while his thumb soothed some of the ache at the apex of your inner thighs, heat radiating off of it, a fire hard to ignore. Your fingertips ran through his hair as you kissed drunkenly and messily, your hearts pounding so fast that their sound almost drowned the incessant ringing of a phone that you ignored for as long as you could until you forcefully parted from each other, somehow knowing that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon although actually stepping away from the position you were in felt impossible. You rested your head on his shoulder as you huffed. Drew slowly and sadly tapped the outside of your thigh, silently telling you to lower your leg and causing you to groan, almost as if you had been seconds away from touching the stars.

“Is it mine?” you asked.

“It could be mine, though. They told me I might get a call but it's almost 11pm” he explained as he looked for his phone on every surface he passed by upon entry, a phone he soon enough found and showed you from afar, confirming that it wasn’t his that was ringing. Sighing, you walked to your discarded purse and pulled out your phone.

“It’s JD” you said before accepting the call “Hello?”

“Oh, thank god you answered!” he exclaimed over the phone. You then settled against the kitchen island, forearms on the counter and phone on it, on speaker.

“What’s going on JD?” you asked tiredly as Drew came up to stand behind you to listen in on the conversation or perhaps to cause it to end as soon as possible. You could feel his body heat just behind you, he stood tall, possessively, with hands on either side of you caging you in. 

“Are you okay? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day! And don’t even get me started with Drew— would you check if he actually knows how to work his phone, reply to texts and actually press send?” he expressed, clear stress could be heard in his voice.

You chuckled “He can hear you”

“Good”

“Hey JD. What’s going on, man?” Drew replied.

“Long story short, we were at dinner last night, there was an argument between Elaine, Moriah, Rudy and Madison and they’ve unfollowed each other on social media and I don’t know what to do! It would’ve been great for Y/n to be here to talk some sense into all of them”

JD waited as the line went completely silent on your end, you began getting lost in the way Drew’s lips kissed your neck and how his hands pulled you back towards him, your breathing hitching at every touch of his hands over your burning and over-sensitive skin as he breathed in your smell, his nose tickling your exposed neck while you bit your lower lip, trying hard not to make a sound when your body begged you to vocalize the pleasure.

“Y/n, you there?” JD called into the quietness.

Your eyes snapped open at the sudden sound “Yeah, yup! Mhm, I’m here. I hear you”

“This European connection is not doing it for me” he complained while going on a rant explaining a bit more what had happened at the dinner yet you heard nothing, just an echo of deafening silence that your heavy and shallow breathing overpowered greatly. Drew’s steady hands traced the bare and soft skin of your thigh, riding up your dress until he successfully hooked one finger on your underwear and pulled it down until it reached your feet. You stepped out of it all while his other hand hooked another finger on one strap of your dress and pulled it off your shoulder slightly, pressing a kiss there.

The hand under your dress neared your core dangerously, causing you to arch your back until your ass met his front, he groaned, your breathing yet quiet, accelerated in anticipation.

“So, can you please!” JD begged “talk to at least Madison and Rudy?” And waited cluelessly as the line went dead silent again.

“What was he talking about?” Drew whispered in your ear.

“I don’t know. I thought you were listening”

“I thought you were!”

“With your hand down there?” you questioned as if the distraction wasn’t obvious enough “Shit–” You hesitated in your speech, whether it was from the wine or from the current scene, something needed to be said “Uh, JD? To be completely honest, i’m slightly wine drunk right now and i can’t really think”

“Or stand straight” Drew teased, a confession that sounded innocent enough over the phone and across oceans.

He cursed “Oh shit, i forgot about the time difference”

“Yeah uh, i’ll call them once i can form coherent thoughts and i'll let you know how that went”

“That’d be awesome, thank y–”

“Okay, bye!” you interrupted, quickly ending the call.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Drew asked, his lips ghosting over your ear again.

“No just…just touch me before my knees give out” you breathed as you looked inside your purse for a condom while he unbuckled his pants. You handed him the condom and waited as he pumped himself, the air filled with impatience and lust, heavy enough to begin clouding surfaces.

Drew pulled up the bottom of your dress until your behind was exposed, alining himself to you.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look in this dress?” he asked in a husky tone, his tip grazing your entrance making your breathing struggle in your lungs.

“Yeah—fuck…” you whimpered as he carefully slid in. The pressure and uncomfort soon fading once your walls perfectly accommodated to him “Yeah, yeah you have” you breathed, an open mouthed moan escaping your lips once he bottomed you out.

His left arm held your hip as the other reached for the stool closest to you to set it to your right, your back shivered against his chest as your eyelids became heavy. 

“Right foot on the footrest, beautiful” he commanded and you were quick to oblige.

His right arm now rested over your lower abdomen keeping you close as he prepared to thrust in.

“Is that why you won’t take it off?” you asked wantonly, your head resting on his shoulder.

“That’s exactly why” he smiled looking down at you in that gorgeous dress, his hands soothing your warm skin as you playfully wiggled your body back into him 

“You ready?” he asked.

You nodded, finally bending forward comfortably, your palms to the kitchen island once he began thrusting in slowly.

“Fuck” you breathed with closed eyes. The way he slid in so perfectly made the both of you dizzy, the overwhelming need to chase the blissful culmination of sex soon took over as he began thrusting in deeper, faster. The sound of colliding skin, filled the small apartment and your moans only fueled Drew’s need to make you climax.

“That’s my girl” he smiled as he pounded mercilessly into you. Your back arched as that of a cat while your eyes became watery, mumbling profanities under your breath as your nails scratched the wooden countertops.

You gasped when his hands pushed your body back with each trust, biting your lips to keep quiet soon became purposeless “Ahh shit, fuck!!—” you whined loudly, your legs beginning to shake on their own accord “I’m cumming, fuck! Oh my god!”

Drew smiled pleasantly at the obnoxious sound the collision of your bodies made, his hand immediately landed on your clit causing your screams of his name to become impossibly louder.

“Fuck yeah! Oh my fucking god!” you cursed as you unknowingly squeezed him in.

“Fuck!” he whimpered “it’s happening again, isn't it?

You offered him a lazy nod of your head as you whined holding onto the hand that was pleasuring you “You’re gonna–oh my god Drew! uhh! Shit this is too much, I can't take it!”

Drew shook his head with an upwards twitch of his lips while shushing you, his hands and pounding never stopping “You’ve done it before and you do it so well, huh? You know you do”

“Fuck! Uhh!”

“That’s it…just listen to my voice—What were you saying, pretty girl?” he cooed.

“I can’t feel my legs–” you whined, your head low as one hand braced the fast thrusts against the edge of the countertop.

“I got you, baby…i'm right here” he assured with an ever present shake of his voice as he twitched inside you. 

“You’re gonna fucking make me squirt” you cried out, forcefully closing your eyes while every whimper sounded like a beg for more.

And just as you voiced it, it became your reality. Drew reached his climax as your legs shook and clear liquid coated your inner thighs. You stayed bent over the table breathing rapidly as you both waited perplexed for the seemingly incessant shake of your legs to end, Drew held you by the hips, drawing slow circles to try calming you down all while trying to stay present in the moment. 

“You okay?” he breathed shakily.

You nodded with a soft hum, propping yourself up on the table until you could rest your back against his chest that heaved the same way yours did. You slowly lowered your wobbly leg from the footrest of the stool, signaling the end of the drunken tango but still, one of his hands held its position at your hip and the other caressed your cheek lovingly, his lips kissed your temple making you smile lazily and almost forget about the position your were still in, yet intimate and nearly sinful, it wasn’t the most optimal.

“We’re drunk…tired and in need of a shower–” you spoke languidly, once you heard him hum, you continued “but i’m still gonna ask you to carry me to bed, gimme like ten minutes and then you can redo whatever that was”

He nodded with a low chuckle, his hands soothing your arms “Dress stays on?”

You chuckled “Dress stays on”