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

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

new obsession

8/11/22

journalism at its finest

summary: you have made a career for yourself by interviewing celebrities, but are feeling a little uncomfortable when one hits close to home.

warnings: none

i nervously climbed into my car. the engine only makes my nerves rattle more. growing up, i was infatuated with actors and musicians. i found myself watching movies for the actors instead of the plot. listening to songs for the singers instead of the message. i can't explain my relationship with the media. i guess being online a lot as a teenager is to blame.

regardless, i knew from an early age that i wanted to work in the industry. not as an entertainer, but in the background. i wanted to observe the lifestyle up close. going to college for journalism was the best decision i have made for myself because now i get to live out my fantasy. 

i get paid to interview these people. and though i find a lot of them uptight and spoiled, the nosy side of me loves picking them apart. because of my job, i try my best to stay neutral on these celebrities so that they don't feel uncomfortable. apart from the research i do in order to come up with my questions, of course.

today is different. there is a show called "outer banks" that came around during quarantine, so with my free time, i binge-watched the entire first season. as i mentioned, normally i watch tv shows and movies for the actors, but i hadn't seen anyone in this show. 

however, when i delved deeper into google, i found the name of one of the actors to be familiar. drew starkey. i quickly found out that he grew up in north carolina, as did i. confused, i pulled myself from my cocoon on my couch to find my old high school yearbooks. grabbing one at random, i see him grinning in his senior photo. how could i forget? 

ever since i discovered this, i avoided the show like the plague. even though i had been surrounded by celebrities for years now, i had never known one of them personally. it almost ruined the glamorous aura surrounding them. imagining him as a regular teenage boy in the classes we shared was humbling. he wasn't mean in high school, not at all. if anything, i remember finding it odd that he hung around the theater kids because he was a total jock.

because of quarantine, i knew that press would be difficult for the actors, and because of this, i never anticipated having to interview them. which helped ease my nerves. moving to los angeles meant that i would interview every celebrity on the new up-and-coming shows. part of me hoped the hype surrounding the show would die down before the lockdown did.

the entire ride to the studio, i told myself over and over again that there was no way he would remember me. he was a jock, and i barely spoke. it wasn't the fact that i was shy, high school just wasn't for me. i counted down the days to graduation. i was only there because i had to be. i put more focus on my studies than my social life. 

in the back of my mind, i can't help but fear that seeing him will bring back memories of being the closed-off kid i was back then. as long as no one mentions it, everything will be okay. i repeated that to myself a few times before parking my car in the lot. removing my seatbelt as slowly as possible to buy time.

my hands are shaking as i walk to my studio. i send passing smiles to my coworkers as i make my way to the bathroom. i confirm that my hair, face, and outfit look presentable, and read over my questions one last time. 

the cameraman walks up to me as i take my seat to wait for the cast to arrive. "i just got a call; austin and drew are going to be the only ones you're interviewing today. madelyn, rudy, and  madison will be interviewed tomorrow," he says, looking for any sort of confirmation. "that sounds perfect," i say, smiling, still looking at my cards. 

i hear footsteps coming from the hallway and quickly stand up. austin and drew emerged into the room with their crew. "hello! so nice to meet you, my name is y/n," i say with a grin as i hold out my hand to them. they do the same, introducing themselves as they take turns shaking my hand. 

all three seats are now filled, so we can begin the questions. the first fifteen minutes go perfectly; we're laughing, they're thoroughly interested in the questions, and they're giving great answers. turning my attention to drew, i ask, "has this sudden change in lifestyle been difficult for you at all? to go from putting your all into basketball, to then deciding on theater in college?" 

he looks taken aback by my question. that nervous feeling in my stomach is slowly creeping back. i made sure that his sports background was easy to find online, so i was confident he wouldn't be too surprised. "wait a second. y/n? y/n y/l/n?" i can feel my cheeks flush at his realization. 

"can i be honest? i was hoping you wouldn't notice," i said, covering my face with my note cards. we are now sharing smiles. "oh my god. i sat behind you in algebra, you're the only reason i passed that class," he says in between laughs. seeing him in person has brought all of those little memories flooding back. 

after a minute or so of catching up, their team urges us on. "we've got other interviews, guys," the man says impatiently. we carry on for an additional fifteen minutes or so before i have run out of questions to ask. we said our farewells, and i thanked them for coming.

just as they were leaving, drew turned around, brushing past the guys they had walked in with. "y/n can i get your number? i would love to catch up properly whenever we both have time," he says, pulling out his phone. "yes, of course!" i smile, quickly typing in the numbers before they are once again rushed away. 

it felt like no time before my phone started dinging.

part two is here!

journalism at its finest: part two

link to part one is here, read it first!

summary: after getting a surprise phone call from drew, you are eager to finally go on your first date.

warnings: none

the next couple of weeks were met with sparse texts asking what our plans were for the day, when we would be off, what city he was going to next, etc. part of me had lost hope that we would get the chance to see each other. we were just so busy. 

my anxiety has since worn off. i realized through our short conversations that no matter how much he changed, he is still the same humble kid he was in high school. we have both grown so much, and though our careers are on opposite ends, i feel as if we can relate to each other. 

eventually, i decided to put my feelings aside and come to terms with the fact that drew will most likely remain a memory. soon after, my phone starts to ring. assuming it's a work call, as it usually is, i quickly answer. 

"good morning," i say into the phone, awaiting a reply. "good morning, uhm.. i know this is a little out of the blue and maybe not the best time, but are you busy today?" my eyebrows furrow, my mind racing, i pull my phone back to look at the contact name. drew starkey.

"if you consider pacing my apartment busy, then terribly." i can't help but cringe at myself. a light laugh comes from the other end of the phone: "well then, if you send me your address, i'll pick you up in around thirty minutes. dress casual."

i can feel the heat in my cheeks already. skeptical, i reply, "whatever you say, starkey." his smile is almost audible as he says, "i'll take it. see you then." 

quickly, i send a text to drew containing my address. almost immediately after i put my closet in shambles. the second i decide what to wear, i brush through my hair and freshen my face. 

my phone dings next to me as i am sliding into my shoes. it's a text that reads, "i think i'm outside." perfect timing. i grab my essentials and dart out of the door. 

sure enough, when i make it to the street, i see a very conufsed-looking drew sitting in his vehicle. our gazes meet, and we can't help but laugh. he quickly jumps out of the car to help me into the passenger's seat. 

"you didn't have to do that," i say as he gets back into his own seat. "i wanted to," he replies grinning, fastening his seatbelt. 

"now do i get to find out where you're taking me?" i ask as convincingly as possible. "absolutely not. sit tight," he winks. i can't help but roll my eyes, though we both know i couldn't be more excited.

the ride is filled with laughter and singing. i feel like a kid again, a teenager giddy over absolutely everything. it feels like no time before we're pulling into what looked like a field. i look over suspiciously. "stay right there," he says as he exits the car. 

i watch as he fishes something out of the trunk before making his way to my side of the car, opening the door with his cheesy grin still shining. i follow him around the car to see a blanket and basket. 

"how did you know i'm a sucker for cliches?" i ask, unable to contain my own grin. "hey, i've looked at your instagram a few times," he replies, holding up his hands for dramatics. my heart races at the thought of him looking over my social media.

we eagerly spread out the blanket and started laying snacks everywhere. i could tell he put a lot of effort into this, and wondered what he would have done if i had really been busy today. 

before we knew it, the sun began setting. we spent hours talking, laughing, and really getting to know each other. as we watched the sun set and the stars rise, i realized that i really dreaded going home. i hadn't had this much fun with someone in so long, and it was so refreshing. 

after minutes spent in comfortable silence, i spoke first, my voice coming out as nearly a whisper: "drew?' i kept my head toward the sky, but i could see out of the corner of my eye that his head turned to me. "i know it's a little soon, but will you come back to my apartment with me?'

finally, i looked at him. i was trying hard to keep a straight face, but his smile is contagious. "can we get ready for work together in the morning?" he's smirking now. "only if you're not treating your other interviewers like this," i shot back. 

laughing, he says, "don't worry y/n, you're like no other." making his way to his feet, he holds out a hand to help me up. as we clean up our mess and make our way back to his car, i feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. 

maybe i lied when i said i'd have it done quickly :/

dancing in the kitchen

summary: slow dancing with drew after a meal.

warnings: none, just a short one.

the kitchen was dimly lit by the ovenlight and the living room lamp, which was casting a small ray onto the floor. i was washing the remnants of tonight's dinner off of our plates, swaying to the quiet music in the background. tonight was particularly peaceful. 

a warmth spread over me from behind, and i felt a pair of arms wrap around my torso. smiling, i leaned my head back to rest against his chest. drew now swaying with me. the euphoric feeling was delaying the task at hand. 

“drew. i can’t finish the dishes with you distracting me like this,” i said calmly as i placed a freshly cleaned dish into the drainer. his body erupted into a laugh before moving his hands to my hips and turning me around. with me facing him, he replies, “y/n. the chores can wait.”

i roll my eyes playfully before drying my hands and giving in, as i always do. smirking, he forces me to continue swaying. moving my arms to his shoulders, i begin to run my fingers through his hair. 

moments like these are my absolute favorite. the faint music in the background, usually an old jazz rhythm, drew looking at me with his soft gaze. i couldn't ask for more. we stay like this for what feels like hours before we are pulled out of our trance. 

"why don't we head to bed?" drew asks, his sleepy eyes making my heart rate rise. "i want nothing more," i say faintly in reply. he breaks out his goofy grin before suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me. i take this as a hint to then wrap my legs around him, giving him a slight peck as i do so.

he walks us to the bedroom like this. after laying me carefully on the bed, he collapses on top of me. with his head tucked in my neck, i reach up to turn the lamp off, and we both fight to pull the blanket over us. 

one hand is lost in his hair, and the other runs back and forth over his strong back. a content sigh leaves his lips. we fall asleep holding each other as if we'll never get the chance to do so again.

nothing special, i just thought it was cute <3

anxious

summary: drew comforting you after feeling anxious at a party.

warnings: mentions of anxiety

as the minutes pass, that twisting feeling in my stomach grows stronger. the music is sounding louder, and the air feels thinner. bodies brushing past, only making these feelings more apparent. parties have never been easy for me, but i can usually suppress my anxiety long enough to socialize. 

tonight has been particularly difficult. drew invited me to a party thrown by his hometown friends. nothing extreme; it was simply a house party with some drinks and music. the beginning was great; everyone was very welcoming. after the introductions were over and it came time to find a group, my mind began to race. overthinking has always been a flaw of mine, and it became very obvious in this moment.

for a while, i was able to stand off to the side and observe. i watched drew go up to everyone. i watched as they all lit up while he spoke. so interested in his stories and what he had to say. he reciprocated these emotions, giving everyone his full focus. 

i have always admired this about drew. his ability to make everyone feel comfortable and close to him. an ability i have always wanted. however, this eventually became old, and i worried someone would catch me staring.

finding myself on a random couch, i spoke briefly to the girl sitting next to me. she was nice and included me in the conversation, but i still felt like i didn't quite belong. after this, i needed a second to breathe. stepping outside into the cool air, my feelings subsided for a second.

not even five minutes passed before the door behind me flew open, i jumped slightly before turning around. "what's wrong, y/n?" drew asked, sitting down next to me. wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"drew i'm okay, i just got a little overwhelmed. go talk to your friends," i assure, smiling up at him. he squeezes me a little tighter and says, "no we can go home, i've talked to everyone i wanted to." he begins to stand. 

i shake my head, "you spend a lot more time with me than you do with them. i promise i'm okay." his hand glides from my shoulder to my own hand, squeezing it. "i wouldn't want it any other way. if you're uncomfortable, we're going home."

giving him a weak smile, i say, "are you sure? i feel bad." in an attempt to make me laugh, he looks at me as if to say you already know the answer. "i've never been more sure about anything." he disappears into the house to say his goodbyes. 

almost immediately, he is back by my side. he interlocks his fingers with mine as we walk back to his car. drew holds the door open for me as i climb into the passenger seat. before closing it behind me, he leans forward, giving me a quick kiss.

he gets into the driver's seat wordlessly. placing a hand on my thigh after he pulls the car out of the packed driveway. “thank you, i’m so lucky to have you,” i say barely louder than a whisper, still feeling a bit guilty. 

running his thumb back and forth over my thigh, he replies, “y/n, i love you. i want you to be happy and comfortable. don’t ever feel bad for feeling anxious.” 

“i love you so much,” i say, laying my head on his shoulder. closing my eyes to take in the moment. i feel so safe.

for my anxious readers <3

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” 

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pairing: actor!rafe cameron x actress!reader summary: in which you and rafe doing an interview with vogue to talk about yours and rafe life after the wedding warning: english is not my native language. fluff au: should i make this into a series?. any discussion can be send through my ask box, and please feel free to send in anything. taglist

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The morning sunlight poured through the large bay windows of your shared apartment, bathing everything in a soft golden hue. You and Rafe were sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee from your favorite mugs, your legs intertwined under the table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of the sanwiches Rafe had made—a weekend ritual that had quickly become a cherished tradition.

It had been a few months since your wedding, and you were both still getting used to the idea of being husband and wife. Life was a beautiful blur of shared moments, spontaneous adventures, and an underlying sense of contentment that neither of you had ever experienced before. The demands of your acting careers were ever-present, but you had found a way to balance work with the joys of newlywed life.

Just as you were about to suggest taking a walk in the nearby park, Rafe's phone buzzed on the counter. He reached for it, his brows furrowing slightly as he read the notification.

"Who is it?" you asked, curious.

"It's our publicist," Rafe replied, a hint of surprise in his voice. "We’ve been invited to do a feature for Vogue—they want us to answer the most asked questions about us on Google."

Your eyes widened in excitement. "Vogue? That's incredible! What kind of questions are they talking about?"

Rafe scrolled through the email. "You know, the usual stuff—how we met, what it's like working together, and… other more personal things."

You leaned closer, your interest piqued. "Personal? Like what?"

He glanced at you with a knowing smile. "Like when we’re planning to start a family."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Of course, everyone wants to know about that. Do you want to do it?"

Rafe set his phone down and looked at you with that warm, affectionate gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. "Only if you’re up for it. It could be fun, and it might give people a little glimpse of what our life is really like."

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Let’s do it. It’ll be nice to share our story."

Rafe leaned over to kiss your forehead. "Then it’s settled. We’ll show them how it’s done."

The day had finally arrived. The anticipation had built up over the past week, and now you were both standing in the grand lobby of Vogue's headquarters, waiting to be escorted to the set. Rafe had his arm draped casually around your shoulders, a habit that never failed to make you feel grounded, no matter how big the moment was.

The Vogue team was nothing short of welcoming. As you walked through the sleek corridors, you were introduced to various crew members, each of them greeting you with smiles and words of encouragement. Finally, you were led into a spacious studio, where the set was arranged to resemble a chic living room—plush couches, tasteful decor, and a soft, ambient light that made everything feel warm and intimate.

You and Rafe were guided to a couch in the center of the set, the Vogue logo subtly displayed in the background. Cameras were positioned at different angles, and a few crew members buzzed around, making final adjustments.

The interviewer, a poised woman in her early forties with an air of elegance, approached you with a welcoming smile. "It’s such a pleasure to have you both here," she said, shaking your hand and then Rafe’s. "We’ve been looking forward to this interview. I’m sure your fans are eager to hear what you have to say."

You returned her smile, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. "We’re excited too. It’s an honor to be here."

Rafe nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we’ve been looking forward to this. It’s always nice to get a chance to share a bit more of ourselves."

The interviewer took her seat across from you, a small stack of cards in her lap. She glanced at the cameras, waiting for the signal to start. As the red lights on the cameras flicked on, she turned her attention back to you with a friendly smile.

"Alright, let’s dive right in," she began. "The first question is one that comes up a lot: How did you two meet? And what was your first impression of each other?"

You exchanged a glance with Rafe, and he gave you an encouraging nod, signaling you to start.

You smiled as you began to recount the story. "We met on the set of a film we were both working on. It was a pretty intense project, and we spent a lot of time together during those early days. My first impression of Rafe was that he was incredibly focused and professional. But he also had this playful side that made everyone around him feel comfortable."

Rafe chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I remember thinking you were one of the most talented people I’d ever worked with. But what really stood out was how kind and genuine you were. You made it easy to connect, and I think that’s what laid the foundation for our friendship."

The interviewer nodded, clearly charmed by your answers. "That’s wonderful. So, how did that friendship evolve into a romantic relationship?"

Rafe took the lead on this one, his tone reflecting the warmth of the memory. "It wasn’t something that happened overnight. We became really good friends first, and as we spent more time together—both on and off set—we started to realize there was something more there. It was a natural progression, and before we knew it, we were dating."

You added with a smile, "We both knew we didn’t want to rush anything. We took our time, and I think that’s why our relationship is so strong now. We built it on a solid foundation of trust and respect."

The interviewer leaned in slightly, clearly captivated by your story. "That’s such a healthy approach. It’s clear that your relationship is built on strong principles. Speaking of which, how do you manage to balance your personal life with your busy careers, especially when you’re both in the spotlight?"

Rafe’s hand found yours on the couch, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as he answered. "It’s definitely a challenge, but we make it work by prioritizing each other. No matter how busy things get, we always find time to connect. Whether it’s a quick phone call during a break or planning a weekend getaway, we make sure we’re not just coexisting, but actually spending quality time together."

You nodded in agreement. "And we’ve also learned to communicate really well. We’re honest with each other about our needs and boundaries. If one of us is feeling overwhelmed, we talk about it and find a solution together. It’s all about being a team."

The interviewer smiled, clearly impressed by your approach. "It sounds like you’ve both put a lot of thought into how to maintain a healthy relationship in the public eye. Another question that’s often asked is about your experiences working together on screen. What’s it like to transition from your real-life relationship to playing characters on set?"

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, remembering some of the challenges and fun you’d had while filming together. "It’s definitely interesting! On one hand, there’s a comfort level that comes from knowing each other so well. But on the other hand, we have to remind ourselves to stay in character and not let our real-life dynamic interfere with the story we’re telling."

Rafe grinned, clearly enjoying the topic. "Yeah, it’s funny because sometimes we’ll have a scene where our characters are arguing, and it’s hard not to laugh because we’re not actually mad at each other. But we’re both professionals, so we make it work. Plus, it’s nice to have someone you trust completely when you’re in front of the camera."

The interviewer laughed along with you, clearly enjoying the lighthearted banter. "It sounds like you’ve found a good balance between work and play. Now, here’s a question that I think everyone is dying to know: When are you two planning to start a family?"

A brief silence settled over the room as the question hung in the air. You felt Rafe’s hand tighten slightly around yours, and you met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

Rafe was the first to speak, his voice steady and thoughtful. "We’ve definitely talked about it," he began, turning his attention back to the interviewer. "Starting a family is something we both want, but right now, we’re just enjoying being newlyweds. We’re in no rush—we want to take our time and make sure we’re ready for that next step."

You nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. "It’s a big decision, and we want to make sure we’re in the right place, both emotionally and professionally. We’re focusing on our relationship and our careers for now, and when the time is right, we’ll know."

The interviewer smiled warmly, clearly touched by your sincerity. "That’s a very thoughtful approach. It’s clear that you two are very much in sync and that you have a strong foundation to build on when the time comes."

As the interview drew to a close, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—favorite vacation spots, hobbies you enjoyed together, and your shared love of cooking. The mood in the room was relaxed, the conversation flowing easily as you and Rafe shared more glimpses into your life together.

Finally, the interviewer wrapped things up with a closing remark. "It’s been an absolute pleasure talking with you both today. Your fans are going to love getting this inside look at your relationship. Thank you for being so open and honest."

You smiled, genuinely appreciative of the opportunity to share your story. "Thank you for having us. It’s been a lot of fun."

Rafe nodded in agreement, his hand still intertwined with yours. "Yeah, we’ve really enjoyed it. It’s nice to be able to show people a bit more of who we are."

As the cameras stopped rolling and the crew began to pack up, you felt a sense of accomplishment. The interview had gone even better than you’d hoped, and you couldn’t wait to see the final result. But more than that, you were grateful for the chance to reflect on your journey with Rafe—how far you’d come as a couple, and how much further you were still excited to go.

After the interview, you and Rafe were led to another part of the studio for a photoshoot. The photographer directed you through a series of poses, capturing the easy intimacy between you. Rafe’s arm was constantly around you, pulling you close, and you found yourself laughing more often than not, his playful remarks easing any lingering nerves.

During a break, as the crew adjusted the lighting, you and Rafe sat together on a loveseat, scrolling through your phones and chatting about the day’s events.

“This has been fun,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s nice to be able to share a bit of our story with the world.”

Rafe kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, it’s been a good day. And I’m glad we got to do it together. I can’t imagine doing this kind of thing with anyone else.”

You smiled, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Neither can I.”

As you continued to sit there, a comfortable silence settling between you, you couldn’t help but reflect on how far you had come as a couple. From co-stars to best friends, and now husband and wife—it had been a journey full of ups and downs, but it had only strengthened your bond.

That evening, back at home, you and Rafe decided to unwind with a quiet dinner together. The table was set with candles, and the soft hum of jazz played in the background. You talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, scrolling through social media and watching as the first clips of your interview started to surface online. Fans were already commenting on how in love you both seemed, how genuine your connection was.

You paused the video when the question about kids came up again. “Do you think people will ever stop asking us about this?” you asked, half-joking.

Rafe chuckled, pulling you closer. “Probably not. But I don’t mind. It means people care about us and our future. And honestly, I’m excited about it too—when the time comes.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. “Me too. But for now, I’m happy with just us.”

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the same warmth you felt. “Me too.”

You snuggled closer, feeling contentment wash over you. The future was a vast, unknown expanse, but with Rafe by your side, you knew it would be filled with love, laughter, and countless more memories to treasure.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, wrapped in Rafe’s arms, secure in the knowledge that whatever came next—whether it was starting a family or continuing to chase your dreams together—you were ready to face it together.

And that was all that mattered.

your last one shot about them being actors was so fun!! do you know how vogue or gq does those how well do you know your partner video? maybe they could do it? or the reader does a vogue beauty secrets video and rafe intervenes accidentally

oooooh that’s a great ideas anon, thank you for send in!!

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pairing: rafe cameron x actress!reader summary: vogue invites you to participate in their popular “secret beauty” series, where you’ll share your personal beauty routine on camera. filming alone in the comfort of your home, you’re deep into your routine when your husband, rafe, accidentally interrupts the shoot. what follows is a light-hearted and playful exchange between the two of you, filled with the kind of easy affection and banter that defines your relationship. rafe’s unexpected appearance adds a layer of fun and warmth to the video, showcasing not only your beauty secrets but also the loving dynamic between you and rafe. warning: english is not my native language. fluff au: like, reblog and comment are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. a sequel to “love, fame and the future” but can be read as a stand alone one-shot. taglist

Afternoon sun streamed through the windows of your living room, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern décor that you and Rafe had carefully chosen together. The space was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant chirp of birds outside. You were alone-well, almost alone-getting ready to film a special “Secret Beauty” video for Vogue.

You’d been thrilled when the invitation came through. As an actor, you were used to being in front of the camera, but this was different. This was personal, an opportunity to share a side of yourself that fans rarely got to see. And doing it in the comfort of the home you shared with Rafe made it even more special.

The crew had sent over the necessary equipment the day before, but you’d opted to set everything up yourself. It felt more intimate that way, just you and the camera. You’d arranged a small vanity area in the corner of the living room, where the light was best. Your collection of beauty products, everything from skincare to makeup was neatly laid out in front of you.

You did a quick check to make sure the camera was positioned correctly, framing the scene just as you wanted. Satisfied, you hit record, flashing a bright smile at the lens.

“Hi, everyone! I’m Y/n Cameron, and welcome to my Vogue Secret Beauty video. Today, I’m going to be sharing my everyday beauty routine with you all. This is what I do to keep my skin looking fresh and my makeup natural, especially when I’m off set or just hanging out at home.”

You reached for the first product on your vanity, a gentle cleanser. “So, I always start with a good cleanse. It’s really important to make sure your skin is clean before you do anything else. I’ve been using this cleanser for a while now, it’s super gentle and doesn’t dry out my skin.”

As you explained, you began applying the cleanser, massaging it into your skin with gentle, circular motions. “I usually spend about a minute doing this, making sure I get every part of my face.”

Once you were satisfied, you reached for a soft towel, patting your face dry. “Next up is toner. This one’s great because it helps balance my skin’s pH and preps it for the rest of my routine. I just put a few drops on a cotton pad and gently sweep it across my face.”

You demonstrated, moving the cotton pad across your skin with care. “It’s really refreshing and makes my skin feel super smooth.”

You paused, letting the toner absorb, and then reached for your favorite serum. “Okay, so this is one of my must-haves. It’s a vitamin C serum that brightens my skin and helps with any dark spots. I just take a few drops and press it into my skin, focusing on areas that need a little extra love.”

As you applied the serum, you glanced at the camera, flashing a playful smile. “Rafe actually loves this stuff too, even though he won’t admit it.”

You laughed softly at the thought, your mind wandering to your husband. He was out at the moment, running some errands, but you knew he’d be back soon. Knowing Rafe, there was a good chance he’d come back while you were still filming, which could make for an interesting and probably hilarious outtake.

“Alright, now that the serum is on, I’m going to follow up with my moisturizer,” you continued, reaching for the jar. “This is super important, especially after applying a serum. It locks in all that goodness and keeps your skin hydrated.”

You scooped out a small amount of the moisturizer and began applying it in gentle upward strokes. “I like to use something lightweight during the day, so it doesn’t feel too heavy under makeup.”

You were just finishing up with the moisturizer when you heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized Rafe must be back. You kept filming, wondering if he’d notice you were in the middle of something.

Just as you were about to reach for your eye cream, you heard his voice from the hallway. “Babe? I’m back! You won’t believe the traffic out there—”

He appeared in the doorway, stopping short when he saw the camera. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then a slow grin spread across his face.

“Am I interrupting something?” Rafe asked, clearly amused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning to face him. “Just a little. I’m filming my Vogue beauty routine.”

Rafe’s grin widened as he walked over, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, so this is the famous ‘Secret Beauty’ routine? I’ve been dying to know what goes into it.”

“Really?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “You already know most of it. You’ve borrowed half these products at some point.”

He chuckled, moving closer to inspect the array of products on the vanity. “I might have. You’ve got good taste, what can I say?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Well, since you’re here, do you want to help me with the rest of it? The viewers might enjoy a little guest appearance.”

Rafe looked at the camera, then back at you, feigning a thoughtful expression. “Hmm, I don’t know. Do I have to do anything?”

“Not really,” you said, reaching for your eye cream. “Just look pretty and maybe pass me a couple of things.”

He laughed at that, pulling up a chair next to you. “Alright, I think I can manage that.”

You grinned at the camera, happy to have Rafe by your side. “So, where were we? Oh, right-eye cream. This is essential, especially on days when I haven’t had enough sleep. Just a tiny bit under each eye to help with puffiness and dark circles.”

You dabbed the cream under your eyes as you explained. Rafe watched with interest, occasionally glancing at the camera as if to check if he was doing it right.

“And now,” you said, setting the eye cream down, “we’re moving on to the makeup. I like to keep it light and natural, especially when I’m just hanging out at home.”

Rafe reached for the foundation, holding it up like a game show host presenting a prize. “This is the one, right?”

You laughed, taking it from him. “Yep, that’s the one. It’s really lightweight and gives just enough coverage without feeling heavy.”

As you applied the foundation, Rafe watched, leaning in occasionally to make funny faces at the camera behind your back, which you noticed only through the camera’s reflection. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing.

“Okay, now for some concealer,” you said, reaching for the small tube. “This just goes on any spots that need a little extra coverage.”

Rafe nodded sagely, as if he were learning some deep, important secret. “You know, I’ve got a spot right here,” he said, pointing to a non-existent blemish on his cheek.

You playfully pushed him away. “Very funny.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to learn,” he protested with a grin.

“Sure you are,” you said, blending in the concealer. “Alright, now for a bit of bronzer to warm up the face.”

Rafe picked up the bronzer and handed it to you with a flourish. “Your bronzer, madam.”

You accepted it with a mock curtsey. “Thank you, kind sir.”

As you dusted the bronzer along your cheekbones and forehead, Rafe looked on, clearly entertained. You could tell he was enjoying himself, which made you even more relaxed and playful.

“Next, some blush for a bit of color,” you said, swirling the brush in the blush compact. “Just a little on the apples of the cheeks.”

Rafe tilted his head, studying your technique. “Looks good. You missed a spot, though.”

You paused, mid-swipe, giving him a look. “Really?”

He leaned in, brushing his thumb lightly across your cheek. “Right… here.”

His touch was soft, and you felt your breath hitch slightly, caught off guard by the sudden tenderness. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, leaving you a little flustered, but in a good way.

“Thanks,” you managed, giving him a playful shove. “Now, let’s finish up with some mascara and a bit of lip balm.”

Rafe picked up the mascara, twirling it between his fingers before handing it to you. “Be careful with this one. It’s dangerous.”

You laughed, carefully applying the mascara to your lashes. “I’ll try not to poke my eye out.”

Once your makeup was finished, you reached for your lip balm, applying a quick swipe across your lips. “And that’s it! My secret beauty routine are simple, natural, and easy enough that even Rafe could do it.”

Rafe, who had been leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, feigned mock offense. “Hey, I might just take that as a challenge. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, really? I’d love to see that.”

He smirked, leaning closer to the camera as if sharing a secret. “Maybe we should film a ‘Rafe Cameron Beauty Routine’ next. Show everyone how I maintain this rugged charm.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, shaking your head. “I’m sure your fans would love that. You know, maybe we should actually do it. Could be fun.”

Rafe’s eyes lit up at the thought, clearly entertained by the idea. “You’re on. But you have to be my assistant. I can’t possibly do it alone.”

You grinned, nudging him playfully. “Deal. But only if you promise not to turn it into a comedy routine.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “No promises, but I’ll try to keep it professional.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment, your laughter fading into comfortable silence as you sat together, Rafe’s arm warm around you. The camera was still recording, capturing the easy affection between you, something that came naturally, whether the cameras were on or not.

Finally, you turned back to the camera, giving the viewers a warm smile. “Well, I think that’s a wrap for today. Thanks so much for joining me on this little behind-the-scenes look at my beauty routine. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

Rafe chimed in, his tone playful. “And remember, if you want a real beauty routine, stay tuned for the Rafe Cameron edition.”

You laughed, playfully shoving him again before waving at the camera. “Thanks for watching, everyone! See you next time!”

With that, you reached over and hit the stop button, ending the recording. The red light on the camera blinked off, signaling the end of the shoot. You leaned back in your chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a bit of relief that it had all gone smoothly, well, almost.

Rafe stood up, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied grin. “Not bad, Mrs. Cameron. You’re a natural in front of the camera.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a warm flush at the way he called you by your married name. “Well, I’ve had a bit of practice. But I think you might have stolen the show.”

He chuckled, reaching down to pull you up from your chair. “Hey, I’m just here to support my wife. And maybe sneak in a little screen time.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, letting him pull you into a hug. “You know, you actually made it a lot more fun. I’m glad you interrupted.”

Rafe’s smile softened as he looked down at you, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. “Yeah? I’m glad too. It’s nice to be part of these little moments with you.”

You rested your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

For a few moments, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside your home feeling miles away. It was in these quiet moments that you were reminded of just how lucky you were to have found someone who understood you so completely, who made every moment, whether big or small does feel special.

Rafe finally broke the silence, his voice soft and teasing. “So, how about we celebrate our first Vogue feature with some takeout and a movie? Maybe we can critique my on-camera skills.”

You laughed, pulling back to look up at him. “That sounds perfect. But I think you might just be a natural.”

He grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Only because I have the best partner.”

With that, the two of you started to clean up the vanity, chatting and joking as you put away the beauty products. The light in the room was starting to fade as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

As you worked together, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. This was your life now, a life full of love, laughter, and the kind of everyday moments that made everything else worthwhile. And as long as you had Rafe by your side, you knew that every day would be an adventure, filled with more joy than you ever thought possible.

nsfw! minor dni

i was thinking about rafe caught you masterbating in a doggy style, finger yourself. don’t know what will heppen next :)

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pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: haunted by the memories of the love you once shared. In a chance meeting, the two of you confront your feelings, with you bearing the brunt of the emotional turmoil. | word count: 503

warning(s): english is not my native language. angst, mean rafe, hurtful, heartbreak, unresolved feelings, mature language(?)

au note: a short drabble i wrote based on stay by rihanna, especially when i heard this slowed version for the first time, i almost cried because of how sad the melody is, longing, sadness

You never meant to see him again—not like this, not when you were still so raw. Yet here you were, standing in the middle of his living room, the air thick with the silence that had settled between you both months ago. Rafe’s eyes were the same—blue, piercing, but now carrying a weight they hadn’t before.

“Why did you come?” he asked, his voice low, almost afraid of the answer.

You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you struggled to find the words. “I don’t know,” you finally whispered. “I thought I could just… let go. But I can’t, Rafe. I can’t move on.”

Rafe looked away, his jaw clenching. “We broke up for a reason,” he said, though his tone lacked conviction. It was as if he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “We were bad for each other. It had to end.”

“But it wasn’t toxic,” you countered, your voice breaking. “It wasn’t. We just… we loved each other too much, too intensely. It scared us. It scared me.”

His eyes met yours again, and for a moment, you saw the same vulnerability, the same ache that mirrored your own. “You think I don’t know that?” he said, his voice softening. “You think I don’t feel the same way?”

“Then why did we do this?” you cried out, tears welling up in your eyes. “Why did we throw it all away?”

Rafe closed the distance between you in two quick strides, his hands coming to rest on your arms, holding you close but not too close. “Because we didn’t know how to love each other without hurting ourselves,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. Every single day, I miss you.”

The tears fell then, hot and fast, as you leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands against your skin. “I don’t know how to stop loving you, Rafe,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I don’t think I ever will.”

He pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a desperate embrace. “Maybe we’re not supposed to stop,” he whispered into your hair. “Maybe we just need time to figure out how to do it right.”

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for the hope you so desperately needed. “Do you think we can?”

Rafe’s thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, his gaze softening as he nodded. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “but I want to try. For you, for us.”

The uncertainty lingered, but there was a flicker of hope now, a small light in the darkness that had consumed you both. It wasn’t a promise of happily ever after, but it was something—something you could hold onto.

And as Rafe leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that felt like both an apology and a beginning, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could find a way.

GQ COUPLES QUIZZZ

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The studio was set up perfectly for what was about to be an intimate and fun GQ Couple Quiz. You and Rafe Cameron, your husband of just a few months, were sitting side by side on a cozy loveseat, ready to test how well you knew each other in front of the cameras. The energy between you two was electric, a combination of love, excitement, and the comfortable ease that came from being newlyweds still in the honeymoon phase.

Rafe leaned closer to you, a playful grin on his lips as he took your hand in his. "Ready to show everyone how well we know each other, Mrs. Cameron?" he asked, the sound of your married name making your heart skip a beat.

You smiled back, loving the way "Mrs. Cameron" sounded. "Ready to win this thing, Mr. Cameron?" you teased, squeezing his hand back.

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I don't know if there’s a way to win, but let’s see if we can avoid any awkward ‘I didn’t know that’ moments."

In front of you was a glass bowl filled with folded slips of paper, each containing a question about your relationship, your likes and dislikes, and your lives together. The rules were simple: you and Rafe would play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever won would draw a question from the bowl. Then you’d both answer it, hoping your answers matched.

You turned to Rafe with a mischievous look. “Alright, rock-paper-scissors to see who picks first. You ready?”

“Always,” Rafe replied, his competitive nature coming to the surface as he held up his fist.

“On three,” you said, and together you chanted, “One, two, three!”

You threw out rock, but Rafe’s paper covered it.

“Ha!” Rafe exclaimed, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. “Looks like I get to pick first.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling. “Alright, go ahead. Let’s see what the first question is.”

Rafe reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip of paper. He unfolded it slowly, drawing out the suspense before reading it aloud. “What is Y/N’s go-to comfort food?”

You both exchanged a knowing look, and you bit your lip to keep from giggling.

“I know mine,” you said confidently, glancing over at Rafe to see if he was on the same page.

Rafe leaned back, pretending to think hard. “Hmm… I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you dive into a tub of chocolate ice cream more times than I can count.”

You laughed, nodding. “That’s absolutely right. Chocolate ice cream is my weakness.”

He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “I knew it. I always keep a stash in the freezer for emergencies.”

You gave him a playful shove. “Emergency ice cream is very important.”

Rafe laughed, his hand resting on your knee. “Your turn, Mrs. Cameron. Let’s see if you know me as well as I know you.”

“Alright, challenge accepted,” you said, shaking your hands out as you prepared for another round of rock-paper-scissors.

Once again, you counted to three, and this time you threw out paper while Rafe threw rock.

“Yes!” you cheered, pumping your fist in the air. “I won this time.”

Rafe chuckled, pretending to be disappointed. “Beginner’s luck.”

“Sure, sure,” you teased, reaching into the bowl to pick a question. You unfolded the slip of paper and read it aloud. “What is Rafe’s favorite way to unwind after a long day on set?”

You already knew the answer to this one, having spent many evenings watching him unwind.

“I’ve got mine,” you said, looking at Rafe expectantly.

Rafe grinned, clearly thinking the same thing. “Alright, on three?”

You both counted down together. “One, two, three!”

“Watching football with a beer,” you said at the same time he did.

You both burst out laughing, knowing you had nailed it.

“You know me so well,” Rafe said, his voice full of warmth as he reached over to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I should,” you replied, feeling a wave of affection for him. “I’ve seen you do it enough times.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead softly. “You’re usually right there with me, though, keeping me company. It’s better that way.”

Your heart melted a little at his words, and you squeezed his hand. “It’s always better when we’re together.”

“Alright,” Rafe said after a moment, glancing at the bowl again. “Let’s keep this going. We’re on a roll.”

You agreed, ready for the next question. You played rock-paper-scissors once more, and this time, Rafe won again.

He reached into the bowl and pulled out another slip. “What is Y/N’s most embarrassing moment on set?”

You groaned, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “Oh no, I think I know what you’re going to pick.”

Rafe smirked, clearly amused. “Let me guess. It involves a certain scene where you had to run… and then completely wiped out?”

You covered your face with your hands, laughing despite the embarrassment. “Yes! I can’t believe you’re bringing that up.”

“It was adorable,” Rafe said, trying to contain his laughter. “You were so determined, and then bam—down you went. But you got up like a champ.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your face still warm from the memory. “And I had to do it in front of the entire crew. I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

Rafe grinned, shaking his head. “Nope, but at least it makes for a good story.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing along with him. “Your turn to share an embarrassing moment. I’m not going down alone.”

Rafe chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought. “Alright, fair is fair. There was that time I completely blanked on my lines during a big scene… right after I bragged to everyone about how I had them down perfectly.”

You laughed, remembering the story. “Oh yeah, you were so confident, and then—nothing. Just silence.”

“I wanted to crawl into a hole,” Rafe admitted, shaking his head. “But hey, it happens to the best of us, right?”

“Definitely,” you agreed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s all part of the job.”

Rafe smiled at you, his eyes full of love. “I’m just glad I get to do this job with you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled back, feeling incredibly lucky. “Me too, Rafe. Me too.”

For the next few rounds, you and Rafe continued the quiz, answering questions about everything from favorite date nights to pet peeves. The more you answered, the more you realized just how in sync you were. Each time you got an answer right, you celebrated with a high five or a quick kiss, both of you clearly enjoying the experience.

Finally, you drew the last question from the bowl. “Okay, this is the final one. It says… ‘What’s one thing Rafe does that always makes Y/N smile?’”

You glanced at him, your heart melting a little as you thought about the many ways he made you happy.

Rafe looked back at you, his expression softening. “I think I know this one.”

“Alright, let’s hear it,” you said, genuinely curious to see if he would get it right.

Rafe took a deep breath, as if trying to get it just right. “I think it’s when I wake you up with coffee in the morning. You always smile when I bring it to you in bed.”

Your heart melted completely at that. He was absolutely right. Those quiet, early moments when he brought you coffee, still warm and sleepy, were some of your favorites.

“You got it,” you said, your voice filled with affection. “It’s the little things like that that mean the most.”

Rafe grinned, looking pleased with himself. “Good to know I’m doing something right.”

“You do a lot of things right,” you said softly, reaching over to take his hand.

The quiz had been fun, but more than that, it had been a reminder of how well you knew each other—and how much you loved each other. Even though you were still newlyweds, it was clear that you had something special.

Rafe looked down at your joined hands, then back up at you, his expression tender. “I think we did pretty well on this quiz, don’t you?”

You smiled, nodding. “We did better than I expected. We really know each other.”

Rafe leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “And I can’t wait to learn even more about you.”

Your heart swelled with love as you gazed into his eyes, feeling the truth of his words deep in your soul. “Me too, Rafe. Me too.”

The cameras might have been rolling, and the quiz might have been the focus, but in that moment, all you cared about was the man sitting next to you—the man you got to call your husband.

With one last kiss, the quiz came to an end, but your journey together was just beginning.

queen have u seen the new photos of Drew. 🤭🤭

dad!Drew x reader where like it’s the blue suit red carpet and the whole family is in italy together and reader thinks drew looks so yummy so it’s like smut where they get back to the hotel and they have to be quiet AF

yass girl and not gonna lie, he looks fucking hot !

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pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader summary: at the venice film festival 2024, drew and you, both acclaimed actors, make a stunning appearance on the red carpet for the premiere of the new movie, ‘queer’. your two-year-old twin daughters, ophelia and olympia, accompany you and drew, captivating everyone with their sweet presence. after the event, the starkey returns to their luxurious hotel suite, where, after putting the girls to bed, you and drew indulges in a passionate, intimate moment, trying to keep quiet as your daughters sleeping in the room next door. | word count: 2,8k warning(s): english is not my native language. 18+, smut, piv, creampie, cum play, sexual content, language, MINOR DNI!!

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As the sun was setting over Venice, casting the city in a warm, golden glow as you and Drew Starkey arrived at the Venice Film Festival. The air buzzed with excitement as stars from around the world gathered to celebrate the premiere of QUEER, a film that had garnered significant attention for its bold storytelling and representation. Tonight, you and Drew were not just co-stars but partners, sharing the spotlight with your two-year-old twin daughters, Ophelia and Olympia.

As you stepped onto the red carpet, the cameras flashed, capturing the perfect image of a beautiful family. Drew looked stunning in a deep navy suit, the black lapels adding a sharp contrast that highlighted his chiseled features. His hair was styled just so, a little tousled, giving him an effortlessly handsome look. You wore a flowing, elegant gown that complemented Drew’s suit perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the lights as you walked hand in hand.

Ophelia and Olympia were dressed in matching white dresses, their blonde curls bouncing with every step as they clung to your hands, their little faces a mixture of awe and curiosity. They had been to events before, but nothing quite like this. The sheer scale of the festival, the grandeur of the venue, and the attention from the media were overwhelming for anyone, let alone two toddlers. Yet, they handled it with the grace of seasoned professionals, waving shyly at the cameras, their innocent smiles melting the hearts of everyone watching.

As you posed for photos, Drew leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “You look incredible tonight,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, glancing at him from beneath your lashes. “But I think the girls are stealing the show.”

Drew chuckled, his eyes softening as he looked at Ophelia and Olympia. “They are, aren’t they? Just like their mom—beautiful and captivating.”

The interviews followed, and as usual, Drew handled the press with charm and ease. The reporters were eager to hear about your experiences on set, the dynamics of working together as a couple, and of course, how you managed to balance your careers with raising your daughters. Drew’s answers were thoughtful and sincere, emphasizing how much he valued the time spent with his family, both on and off the set.

“They’re the reason I do this,” he said, glancing at you and the girls with a smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Having them here with me tonight makes it all the more special.”

The night continued with more photos, more interviews, and a palpable sense of anticipation for the premiere. But as much as you enjoyed the spotlight, the most important part of the evening was the shared experience with Drew and your daughters. You could see the pride in Drew’s eyes every time he looked at you or the girls, a silent acknowledgment of the journey you had been on together.

After the screening of QUEER, which was met with a standing ovation, the four of you were whisked back to your hotel in a sleek black car. The night air was cool and refreshing, a welcome contrast to the heat of the cameras and the lights of the red carpet. Ophelia and Olympia, who had been little stars all evening, were starting to show signs of fatigue. Their little eyes drooped, and they leaned heavily against you and Drew, their tiny bodies growing limp with exhaustion.

Back at the hotel, you and Drew worked together to get the girls ready for bed. The suite was spacious and luxurious, with a separate bedroom for the twins. After helping them out of their dresses and into their pajamas, you read them a story, your voice soft and soothing as they snuggled into their beds. Drew sat beside you, one arm draped around your shoulders, his other hand gently stroking Olympia’s hair as her eyes slowly closed.

Ophelia was the first to fall asleep, her hand clutching her favorite stuffed bunny. Olympia held out a little longer, her eyes fluttering open and closed until finally, she gave in to sleep. You and Drew sat there for a moment longer, watching your daughters’ peaceful faces, their soft breathing filling the room with a sense of calm.

Finally, you and Drew quietly left the room, closing the door behind you with a gentle click. The suite was silent, the only sounds the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint noise of the city outside. You leaned against the door, your eyes meeting Drew’s across the room.

“They were amazing tonight,” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.

Drew walked over to you, his gaze intense as he cupped your face in his hands. “They take after their mother,” he said softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You were incredible too. I’m so proud of you.”

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks at his words. “Thank you,” you murmured, leaning into his touch. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Drew’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. “We finally have some time to ourselves,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “What do you want to do?”

A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine at the implication in his tone. You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. “I can think of a few things,” you replied, your voice breathless as you closed the distance between you, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Drew responded immediately, his arms wrapping around you as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing yours as he pressed you against the door. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the intense need that was building between you. His hands roamed your body, expertly undoing the zipper of your dress and letting it fall to the floor in a soft rustle of fabric.

You broke the kiss just long enough to help him out of his jacket and shirt, your fingers trembling slightly as you undid the buttons. Drew’s hands found your waist, pulling you close as he kissed you again, more urgently this time, his need for you growing with every passing second.

He backed you towards the bed, his hands never leaving your body as he guided you onto the soft mattress. The cool sheets contrasted with the heat of his skin as he hovered above you, his gaze raking over your body with a look of pure adoration.

“You’re so beautiful,” Drew whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he kissed a trail down your neck, his lips leaving a burning path on your skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”

You arched into his touch, your fingers threading through his hair as he continued his descent, his mouth hot against your collarbone. “Drew...” you moaned softly, your voice trembling with need as you felt him reach for the clasp of your bra, expertly undoing it and tossing it aside.

He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours as he gently cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you, making you gasp. Drew smiled at your reaction, clearly pleased with himself as he dipped his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

Your back arched off the bed at the sensation, a moan escaping your lips as you clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, every nerve in your body on high alert as Drew lavished attention on your breasts, his hands and mouth working in perfect harmony to drive you wild.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful torment, Drew continued his journey downward, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands guiding your hips as he slowly pulled your panties down, leaving you completely exposed to him. He paused for a moment, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe as he gently spread your legs, positioning himself between them.

You bit your lip, anticipation building as you felt the heat of his breath against your most sensitive area. “Drew, please...” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need.

He didn’t make you wait any longer. With a low growl of desire, he dipped his head, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you, your hips bucking involuntarily as you moaned his name. Drew’s hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to pleasure you, his tongue and lips working together to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

You clung to the sheets, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations as Drew brought you to the brink of ecstasy. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as he inserted a finger inside you, the sensation of his long, skilled fingers pushing you over the edge.

You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm as Drew continued to work you through it, his fingers and mouth never stopping until you were completely spent, your body going limp with exhaustion.

Drew climbed back up your body, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss as he positioned himself at your entrance. You were still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, but the feel of him so close, so ready, reignited the fire inside you.

You wrapped your legs around Drew’s waist, pulling him closer as he hovered above you, his breath warm and ragged against your lips. His eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of love, desire, and admiration swirling within them. He held himself there, just at your entrance, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded, unable to find the words as anticipation coursed through your veins. The look in his eyes was enough to send another shiver of pleasure down your spine. You could feel him, hot and hard, pressing against you, and the need to have him inside you was almost unbearable.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need. “I need you, Drew.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a slow, deliberate movement, Drew pushed forward, filling you inch by inch. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure as he stretched you, your bodies fitting together like they were made for each other. You both moaned as he entered you fully, the feeling of him deep inside you almost overwhelming.

Drew paused, his forehead resting against yours as he took a moment to savor the sensation, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“So do you,” you replied breathlessly, your hands gripping his shoulders as you adjusted to the feel of him inside you. The connection between you was palpable, an unspoken bond that had only deepened over time. Every touch, every movement felt like a promise, a testament to the love you shared.

Drew started to move, slow and steady at first, his thrusts deep and measured. Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through your body, building a delicious tension that made you gasp and cling to him even tighter. His hands roamed your body, one settling on your hip to guide your movements, the other brushing the hair away from your face as he kissed you deeply.

The kiss was passionate, filled with the kind of raw, unfiltered emotion that only came from years of love and trust. You could feel the intensity of his feelings in the way he kissed you, in the way he held you close as if you were the most precious thing in the world. It was more than just physical; it was a connection of souls, a merging of hearts.

As Drew’s thrusts became more urgent, the pace quickened, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm. He seemed to sense it too, his movements becoming more purposeful, his hand slipping between your bodies to find that sensitive bundle of nerves that he knew would push you over the edge.

When he touched you there, the sensation was electric, your body responding instantly as pleasure exploded within you. You cried out his name in silece, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm ripped through you, your body trembling with the force of it. Drew didn’t stop, his movements relentless as he continued to drive into you, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

Finally, with a few more powerful thrusts, Drew followed you over the edge, his own release coming with a guttural groan as he buried himself deep inside you. You could feel the warmth of his release, the pulsing of his body against yours as he collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving with exertion.

For a moment, the two of you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, both of you trying to catch your breath as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through your bodies. The room was filled with the sounds of your breathing, mingling together in the stillness of the night.

Drew finally lifted his head to look at you, his eyes soft and filled with love. He reached up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as he smiled down at you. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with sincerity.

You smiled back at him, your heart swelling with love. “I love you, Drew” you replied, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “I love you, Drew.”

“I love you too,” he whispered back, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. It was a kiss filled with all the love and affection he couldn’t put into words, a promise that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

He rolled over, pulling you with him so that you were lying on his chest, your legs still entwined. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that lulled you into a state of contentment. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go.

The two of you lay there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the closeness, the feel of each other’s bodies pressed together. The world outside might have been filled with the glitz and glamour of the festival, but in that moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped in each other’s love.

Eventually, Drew shifted slightly, his hand running up and down your back in a soothing motion. “We should probably get some sleep,” he murmured, though there was a note of reluctance in his voice. “The girls will be up early.”

You chuckled softly, knowing he was right. As much as you wanted to stay in this moment forever, the responsibilities of parenthood would call soon enough. “Yeah,” you agreed, though you made no move to get up just yet.

Drew smiled, tightening his hold on you. “We’ll have plenty of nights like this,” he promised, his voice filled with certainty. “Plenty of moments where it’s just you and me.”

You nodded, feeling a warm sense of contentment settle over you. “I’m looking forward to it,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest before finally, reluctantly, rolling off of him.

You both moved slowly, the exhaustion from the day and the intensity of your lovemaking catching up with you. Drew helped you pull the covers up over your bodies, his arm wrapping around you once more as you settled against his side. The bed was warm and comfortable, and you could feel yourself drifting off almost immediately, the events of the day a pleasant blur in your mind.

As you closed your eyes, you felt Drew press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, his voice the last thing you heard before sleep claimed you.

“Goodnight,” you murmured back, a smile on your lips as you finally surrendered to the peaceful darkness.

And with that, you both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

pairing: drew starkey x reader

summary: back to the 1980s era, in a quiet corner of southern italy, you and drew find solace in each other’s company on a rainy evening. the two of you sit by the pool, with “downtown” by triathalon playing on an old radio. you, with your red lipstick and nightgown, enjoy a cigarette while drew swims languidly in the pool. the conversation between you unfolds softly, revealing the deep connection and unspoken emotions shared between you. | word count: 615 (small drabble 🫣)

warning(s): english is not my native language. contains smoking, reflective conversations, and a tranquil, nostalgic atmosphere filled with tender moments.

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“Do you think the rain will ever stop?” Drew’s voice drifted from the pool, soft and contemplative, as he floated on his back, his eyes fixed on the cloudy sky above.

You took a slow drag from your cigarette, savoring the familiar taste. The rain was a steady drizzle, tapping gently against the surface of the pool and mixing with the dreamy melody of “DOWNTOWN” playing from the old radio.

“I don’t know,” you replied, your voice calm and unhurried. “But I kind of like it… the rain, I mean.”

Drew turned his head to look at you, his lips curving into a lazy smile. “You like everything, don’t you? The rain, the quiet, the music…” He let his voice trail off, his tone filled with a kind of admiration.

You shrugged lightly, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you exhaled the smoke. “What’s not to like? It’s peaceful. Feels like the world slows down, like we’re the only ones here.”

“Yeah,” Drew murmured, his gaze lingering on you. He swam closer, resting his arms on the pool’s edge beside where you sat. “And you… you look like you belong in a painting, you know that?”

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, though you played it off with a small laugh. “You’re always saying things like that. I’m just sitting here, Drew.”

He shook his head, droplets of water trickling down his face. “No, it’s more than that. The way the rain falls around you, the way you sit there with your red lips and your nightgown…” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “It’s like you’re part of this place, part of the moment. I can’t look away.”

His sincerity caught you off guard, making your heart beat a little faster. You glanced away, focusing on the faint glow of your cigarette as it burned down. “You always know how to make something simple sound like poetry.”

“Maybe that’s because you make the simple things feel special,” Drew replied quietly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You looked at him then, really looked at him, with the rain running down his face and that earnest expression in his eyes. There was something about the way he was watching you, something deeper than just the words he was saying. You could feel the weight of it, the unspoken connection between you, humming softly like the music in the background.

You leaned down a little closer, a smirk on your lips. “You’re not just trying to distract me from your bad swimming, are you?”

Drew laughed, the sound rich and warm, cutting through the quiet. “Hey, I’m not that bad! But if it means I get to hear you laugh, maybe I’ll take the blame.”

You shook your head, grinning as you flicked the ash from your cigarette. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he conceded, still smiling as he propped his chin on his arms, staring up at you with that same, soft look. “But at least I’m good company, right?”

You felt your chest tighten slightly, a warmth spreading through you despite the coolness of the rain. “The best,” you admitted softly, feeling the truth of it settle between you.

The song on the radio faded out, the last notes lingering in the air, and you both sat there in comfortable silence, the rain and the quiet stretching out the moment.

Drew reached out and gently took your hand in his, the touch warm and grounding, and you knew that in this quiet corner of the world, with the rain falling around you and the echoes of music in the air, you’d found something rare and beautiful.