#drew Starkey as ghost face

[shintaru]

Someone hire Drew Starkey & Rudy Pankow to play in scream as ghost face killers. PLEASE

I can see them being popular like Billy loomis and Stu Macher are

JUST HEAR ME OUT

[inmyheaddd]

wake up call - rafe cameron x reader

summary: pranking soft/tired!rafe after a party, by spewing absolute nonsense warnings: maybee slightly ooc rafe?? nothing really wc: 481 a/n: not too sure why i wrote this, i never write for obx 🤔🤔 i think its the drew starkey edits getting to me

“rafe,” you patted his shoulder, “raaaafe,” he didn’t respond to you, only groaning as he turned in his sleep.

it was nearing 3 am now, and you had just gotten back from some party. you had been so exhausted just 30 minutes ago in the car as rafe drove you home, but now sleep seemed to be the last thing on your mind. rafe on the other hand, fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. 

after scrolling on your phone for a little while and seeing a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend, you decided it would be a good idea to do the same to the brunette who was dead asleep next to you.

“it’s super important,” you tapped his shoulder, “rafe. quick, wake up.” you lightly shook his arm as he mumbled incoherently, then turned away from you. 

“rafe, it’s an emergency. the beach broke, i need you to fix it for me.” you added, your voice so full of worry that it made rafe stir around again, this time to face you, with his eyes still closed. “…what?” he muttered as he scrunched his face up in confusion.

“you have to fix it, rafe.” you bit your bottom lip, almost shaking with the laughter you were holding in.

“alright, alright. i’ll do it tomorrow, yeah?” he grumbled as he patted his arm around mindlessly, trying to find you.

“you better, it’s really important.” you thanked god that he couldn’t see the wide smile on your face, contrasting to the dead serious, worried hint your voice took on.

“also, can you buy mars for me?” you almost broke out laughing right then and there at the blabber you were coming up with. “i’ve had my eye on it for a while, y’know? i think it would match that red top i have really well.” 

“sure, whatever you want.” he mumbled languidly as he tried to pulled you closer to him, before his face scrunched up in confusion. 

“baby,” he said, “what the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he blinked his eyes open at you, his eyebrows knitted together. “are you high?”

“nooo, oh my god.” your giggles broke out as you threw your head back, “it was a prank! i’m sorry.” you didn’t sound sorry in the slightest, still laughing uncontrollably at your boyfriends confused, and likely annoyed expression.

he tutted, briefly shaking his head and turning it to the side. you weren’t too sure if you were imagining the tiniest of smiles on his lips or not. “don’t play that stupid shit on me, go back to sleep.” 

your laughter began to fade as he adjusted his position and turned you around, pulling your back flush against his front and wrapping his arms around you. 

“you’re no fun.” you muttered, nonetheless with a smile on your face.

“yeah, i know, baby.” you felt the ghost his lips on your neck, “talking about buying mars and fixing the beach. get some sleep.” 

now, you could practically feel the way his lips turned up on your skin. that was a huge win in your book. 

debating your choices, you wanted to see if you could push his buttons just once more.

“…rafe?”

a sleepy hum.

“if you could though, would you get me mars?”

silence. 

you figured he was asleep, so you took the loss and closed your eyes, but then he finally spoke:

“how much did you fucking drink?”

another a/n: this is a rafe version of the “half asleep” grayson hawthorne fic that i wrote!! (sorry guys im incapable of coming up w something new rn…)

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Movie nights - Drew Starkey

Pairings - Drew Starkey & reader

Summary - movie nights with the friend group turns into reader and Drew not being able to control themselves.

Warnings - sexual intercourse, oral, language. 18+

A/n- this was a request but for some reason they have all disappeared from my inbox.

“I can just sit on the floor”

Everyone disagrees and chatter feels the room, your eyes fall on Drew who’s watching you from his seat on the couch. “Don’t be silly, just sit between Drew and I” Austin motions, he scoots himself further into the side of the couch and you stare at the gap.

It’s small, too small for your large bottom. You noticed Drew must have had the same thought as you caught him eyeing your lower half, he gave you a soft smile and patted the seat.

You stepped over Chase and Rudy who were sprawled out on the floor, snacks of various kinds sat between them. You slowly brought yourself down to the couch, you were definitely not going to fit.

Before you could stand back up, Drew’s hand snaked around your waist and pulled part of you onto his lap. You couldn’t steady your heart beat, it was going a million miles an hour.

“Comfy?” He questioned, all you could do was nod your head. Keeping your eyes in front of you, the movie had started but you had no idea what was happening.

All you could think about was Drew, your back pressed to his chest. His arm around your waist, your backside pressed to him.

You could feel his breath tickle your ear, his pointer finger rubbing soft circles into the exposed flesh of your hip. Your mind goes into overdrive, unintentionally you press back into him. Emitting a groan from his lips, your thighs squeeze together instinctively.

“You good?” Austin questions, he noticed your tensed body. You nod your head and give him a soft smile, turning your attention back to the movie.

You manage to focus on the tv for the next 10 minutes, trying to forget that you were nuzzled against Drew. The person you had been crushing on for the past 6 months, someone you had started to get to know slowly.

You met him at Austin’s birthday party, he had been praising the ground Drew walked on for months and finally you were going to meet your close friend's new buddy.

You both hit it off instantly, the conversation flowed between the two of you like you’d been friends for years. Austin loved that the both of you got on, he dragged you to everything for the past 8 months.

You had a hunch he was trying to set you up with Drew, he never said anything but the fact that you had been invited to everything was a telltale sign.

You knew you had caught feelings for Drew about 6 weeks after meeting him, you had stepped out of the ladies bathroom at lunch. Your eyes fell onto Drew who was chatting to a very attractive brunette, he had a cheeky grin on his face and he rubbed at his jaw slightly. You knew he was flirting with her, and that’s when you knew you liked him. Your skin felt itchy and your throat felt tight, you had to backtrack into the bathroom and calm yourself.

So it was especially difficult right now, lent against him. You were sure the absentminded circle he drew on your skin was nothing, the two of you had become affectionate. Usually you’d wrap your arm around his waist or he would hold your hand. It was friendly , affectionate, you assumed.

“You smell nice” he whispered into your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin. Shivers ran down your spine causing you to squirm against him, his hands steadying your hips against him. “If you move like that again you're going to be very uncomfortable” he whispered, his hand left your waist to readjust his crotch.

You visibly gulped, turning your head slowly to meet his eyes. His eyes were dark, full of what you assumed was lust. His lower lip was red raw, indicating he had been chewing at it. You couldn’t resist and you moved again, this time pressing your ass cheek to his crotch.

He was hard, so hard you were sure he was about to burst through his jeans. He let out another groan, but bucked his hips against you. “I’m not uncomfortable” you stated, pressing down onto him once again.

His hands held tightly onto the waist, the veins in his arms protruding.

“You don’t sound too good” Austin spoke, causing you to jump out of the bubble you had created around the two of you. He had a smirk on his face, you knew he knew exactly what was going on. “Y/n can you take him to the spare room?”.

“Oh yeah sure” you stood up quickly, grabbing a hold of Drew’s hand and practically dragging him out of her room. Patting him on the back to make it look like he had fallen Ill suddenly.

The moment the door closed, Drew pinned you against the staircase. His hands enveloped your face, his lips pressed against yours. You could hear your heart in your ears, thumping harshly as you kissed him. The blood running through your veins ran hot, your panties were soaking.

“Fuck.. I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he breathed, his breath was staggered and his chest thumped against your own. “You have no idea” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you against him, carrying you down the hallways towards the spare room.

He lay you against the bed, hovering over you. His eyes wandered your body, he seemed slightly nervous. So you made the move for him, unzipping your shorts for him. He gulped, pressing his lips to yours again. His fingers danced up the length of your thigh, palming your ass in his hand.

“Drew, please touch me” you whimpered, he squeezed your ass once more and moved to pull your pants down. You quickly reached up to bunch the material of his shirt in your hands and pulled it over his head, pressing a soft kiss to his pecks. “Fuck your so sexy” he groaned, you pulled your top over your head as he pulled his pants down.

You could see the hardness of his cock straining in his boxers, you're sure you saw it twitch but his lips were on yours again. Pressing his erection to your core, you whined into his mouth. Grinding your hips up and against him, his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips.

You undid the front of your bra, your breasts pooling out. His eyes went wide at the sight of your hard nipples, his mouth enveloping around it. His tongue licked and his teeth nibbled, his other hand massaged your breast. Whines and moans slipped from your lips, you needed more.

You pulled his head away, pushing against his chest. “Stand up” you ordered, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. His eyes were on your face, studying you. He just about came when your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, thick and long. “Shit” you moaned, lacing your hand around the base of his cock. “What a pretty cock”.

You took this moment to look up at him, widening your mouth. You sucked his pink tip, his pre cum sending your taste buds into a frenzy. His hips jerked slightly as you continued to take him in, only slightly gagging as he touched the back of your throat. “Holy shit” he exclaimed, you watched on as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

His hand came around to hold the nape of your neck, his animal instincts kicked in. Forcing himself in and out of your mouth, you loved it. Your pussy was dripping, tears streamed down your face. His cock had your jaw aching but you could feel he was close, the veins in his cock throbbed against your tongue.

“Wait, I don’t want to come like this” he stated, pulling his cock from your mouth. A trail of spit between you two, he wiped your chin and then your cheeks. Pushing you down against the bed, he kissed up your legs until his face hovered over your cunt. “You smell so good” he whispered, pressing his lips to your clothed pussy,

“Fuck Drew, please please touch me” you begged him, your pussy was throbbing. You needed to feel him inside of you, his fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs. A trail of arousal followed, any other time you might have been embarrassed.

But the look on his face had you wideneding your legs for him, his eyes drinking in the sight of your pink wet pussy. He pressed a soft kiss to your folds, pressing his tongue between them. Opening you wide for him, he pushed your legs up against your chest.

Your aching hole staring back at him, you just about came from his nose grazing your clit. His tongue slid up and down your pussy, sucking on your swollen nub. Your hips rolling against his face, he pushed two fingers into your hole. The sounds your pussy was making would have you cringing usually but fuck was it hot with Drew.

“Oh fuck, Drew! I don’t think-“ you cried out, he entered a third finger as his mouth sucked at your clit.

Your chest was heaving, the buzzing in your ear was deafening. Your hole fluttering around his fingers, arousal soaked his hand. “DREW!” You cried, your orgasm hit you like a wave. Swallowing you under, you struggled to breath as your body shook from such pleasure.

His kisses on your stomach brought you back to reality, you were dazed. His smile had you weak at the knees, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a condom, you watched as he ripped it with his teeth and rolled it down his cock. “Ready?” He questioned, hovering over you.

“I want to sit on you” you stated, you pulled yourself up and signaled for him to sit against the headboard. You wrapped both legs around him and hovered over his cock, he gripped the base and you both watched as you slid down him. “O-oh!” You cried, his size stretching your tight hole. You’d only ever been with a few other men and none of them the size of Drew.

“Take it slow baby girl” he whispered, running his hands up and down your naked back. His eyes trained on your face, he watched as your eyes screwed shut and you began to move up and down him slowly. “That’s it, just like that” he mumbles against your neck, kissing your skin and palming your breasts.

“I feel so full” you stated, his lips found yours. His tongue explored your mouth, drinking in your soft moans and whines. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, moving you up and down faster and faster until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck y/n, I need you to lay down”.

He didn’t give you time to comprehend and move the two of you, he brought one of your legs above his shoulder and thrusted into you. This new angle hitting exactly where you needed him to, your walls pulsating around his cock. Sucking him deeper and deeper.

Drew was cursing and grunting above you, watching as his cock entered your pussy. The veins on his arms protruding with each thrust, your fingernails dug half crescent moons into his shoulder blades. “Drew!” You cried out, his cock hitting your g spot. “I’m so close!” You warned him, you pulled him against your chest. Wrapping both your legs around his waist.

His nails dug into your hips as he moved faster and faster. “Let go baby, come around my cock! I want to feel your walls suck me in” he groaned, his own orgasm catching up to him.

Once again your orgasm hit you, this time you're not sure if you’ll recover. Your body shook around Drew, choking back your words of encouragement.

His body began to shake against you, his cock twitching inside of you. He squeezed you tighter, cursing into your shoulder blade. The muscles in his back flexing against your hands.

He pulled himself out of you and collapsed, his eyes closed shut. Both your chests rising and falling heavily, your bodies sweaty and warm. You turned your head to look at him, you thought he may have passed out because he didn’t move for a solid 2 minutes.

“That was fucking amazing” he finally spoke, giving you his biggest smile. You nodded your head rolling into his side. “Those were the 2 best orgasms of my life” you admitted, pressing your lips to his.

“There will be plenty more where that came from”.

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[cameronspecial]

Drew fic where they are high school sweethearts and even after all these years they are still in the honeymoon phase. 🤭

The Sweethearts

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

A/N: I hope this is as honeymoony-phase as you wanted it to be. It's set during Christmas time because that is when I wrote it.

Masterlist

Y/N didn’t think her relationship with Drew would last past high school. Not that she didn’t want it to, but she knew the statistics about relationships actually lasting past the teenage years. When they did though, she couldn’t have been more happy. Now, in their thirties, they still feel like they are teenagers in love. She is waiting at home for him to return home from filming. Her hands are fidgeting with the stockings, trying to get them to face forward. He is coming home for Christmas and she can’t wait to see him again. The music playing from the speaker occupies her mind, so she doesn’t hear his arrival. She feels arms wrapping around her and looks down to see his hands full. She turns in his grasp with a massive grin. He gives her a peck on the lips. “How is my beautiful, beautiful wife?” he greets, dropping down to give her another kiss. She giggles, “Very good. Happy to have you home for the holidays. How is my handsome, handsome husband?” “Ecstatic to be with you again. I got Chinese food from our favourite place and these are for you,” he replies, handing her the bouquet in his left hand and raising the plastic bags in his right. She presses his lips against hers, “Hmm, thank you so much.”

They head to the kitchen island and start unpacking the food. “You got all of my favourites,” she notes while plating some of the food. His hands find her waist and kisses are peppered up and down her neck. He plays with the top of her pants, “I did. I know what my baby likes to eat.” They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other while they ate. Drew brought his chair right beside his so that he could rest his left arm on her waist. His hand would trace patterns on her bare skin exposed because of her shirt riding up. 

After dinner, they decide to lie in bed together. Her chin rests on his naked chest, ghosting her fingers on his skin. “What are you thinking about, Baby?” he mumbles, giving her a soft grin. She thinks for a second, “Our future. I can’t wait to have babies with you and watch them grow. Then our hair is going to turn all gray and our skin will go all wrinkly. We’ll retire and get to spend our days travelling or maybe at home with the grandchildren.” Drew gives her a goofy look. “I like the sound of that. You are going to look so beautiful, even when we get old. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together,” he concludes. She sighs at the thought, “Forever sounds absolutely amazing with you.” They give each other a smile and their lips find each other’s. She wraps her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. For the rest of the evening, they stay in bed together, not being able to keep their lips or hands off of each other.

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

[undercovercameron]

stamina

summary: you have a tiny bit of an issue that can only be resolved through intercourse. no, really.

notes: hello everybody i have returned after a month and a half and this one just simply popped into my head today! i would say i have no idea why but ive been watching clips of the other zoey on tiktok and they’ve corrupted me… cabin in the woods with drew starkey? till the walls crumble. features: choking kink, explicit language, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, and generally rough sex. enjoy my darlings

tags: rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count: 2859

You don’t know exactly when it started, but your little problem had become a real nuisance.

You just know the first time it happened, however long ago, made Rafe Cameron finally fall in love with you. Hey, it took months of him fighting with himself about you and struggling with a multitude of other family issues, but the day did finally come. It was glorious, you remember that. But this long repeated issue was kind of impeding your sex life. Well, it was affecting your sex life that actually had been affecting your sleep and caffeine and food patterns. It was a big ole circle. You even had been feeling faint due to the excessive cardio.

The issue wasn’t as much an issue as it was one of Rafe’s favorite things about you, turns out. And he wasn’t afraid to show it. Well, make you show it.

You two had dozed on the couch for a little more than an hour, your head pressed to his shoulder and your body curled around the side of his. He had an arm caging you to him, fingers splayed across the curve of your abdomen. Turns out, some documentary his younger sister recommended wasn’t as interesting as you two thought.

The TV makes a loud beeping noise, and Rafe jerks awake at the intrusion. His hand not pressed to your (now exposed) stomach rubs at his eyes, blinking rapidly. Christ. It’s late.

The fire beneath your TV crackles, and he can feel the slight warmth from it on his cheeks.

This was his Aunt Meredith’s house, and she was letting the two of you stay in it for a little while as a makeshift fall break. You’d slept three nights so far in this big wooden mansion, but you could hardly say you felt rested. You always were taking futile catch-up naps throughout the day in front of this lovely fireplace.

Rafe’s movement makes you phase into consciousness, eyes coming into focus as your ears adjust too.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, stretching both his hands up above his head. The hem of his shirt lifts, just a little taste. You blink at him. “What?” His face splits into a grin and his eyes close as his muscles flex and relax.

“You know what.” Your lips twitch and you look teasingly up at him.

“Mm, I don’t think I know what you mean.” His hand brushes the hair from the side of your face not facing him, and he pulls away slightly to thumb at your chin. “Could you explain?”

“No,” you sigh, pulling yourself up slightly with a hand pressed to the seat cushions. Your leg curls once again around one of his as you turn towards him. You relax against the back cushions, eyes on his face. “No.” Your eyebrows raise, challenging.

“I don’t think you want me to have to make you explain,” he mutters, sliding down to a little above your eye level. His eyes stay on yours.

“I don’t think you could if you wanted to.” Your eyes snap back to the TV, pulling your legs away from his. “I’m trying to watch this.” You grab the remote from the ottoman and turn it up. Rafe just watches you earnestly.

You're about sixty long seconds into “watching the documentary” with your feet up until you feel Rafe’s breath on you. His lips meet your forehead, ghosting a kiss to your skin, before sliding down to your temple. You try your best to remain focused. But his opposite hand from you (always his hand) slides up your waist to settle near your collarbone, fingers lightly pressing into your shoulder. His lips migrate to your jaw, and then your neck. You fight a shiver.

You feel yourself tilting your head around to satisfy this position, eyes falling closed briefly before snapping back open. You grip his wrist.

“Rafe,” you say, but what you thought was confident just sounds weak.

He hums, mouth pressing to your neck and getting into dangerous hickey territory, and your eyes just close. It feels so good, this man leaving you breathless and pliant. It makes you so weak.

“You know you want to,” Rafe murmurs, eyes moving up to your face, and he relishes in your intake of breath.

Your fingers find his jaw and cheek and you pull his mouth up to yours, finally kissing him like you need. He makes a noise into your mouth, triumphant, and his hands grip your hips tightly. He moves you, sliding you onto the long part of the L sofa, and follows you with his forehead pressed to yours and his lips so close but so far. You pant up into him.

He slides further between your legs, parting them with a hand behind your knee, and you let out a content sigh when you feel the weight of him. The weight of that.

His hand finds your throat and then he’s leaning over you, hips pressed to yours and kissing away your sounds softly. His hips rock forward into where the seam of your sweatpants is, and your moan is swallowed. You grip tight on the hand on your neck, squeezing your eyes tight. It shouldn’t feel this good, this quick.

You cant your hips up into his, sloppily matching his rhythm, and your cheeks flush when your heart beats heavily in your throat. His mouth parts from yours and slides wetly down to your upper chest, the neck of your slightly cropped sweatshirt pushed away. You just gasp above him, hips picking up. The slide of his pants is so perfect on your clit, and you feel your blood pumps at the place he squeezes you around your middle.

You recognize what he’s doing, now. His fingers press into your abdomen, pushing it up and down and up and down, and you push your hand on top of your mouth to muffle the embarrassing cries you’re letting out.

His head raises from your collarbone, lips wet and pink, and he tugs your wrist down.

“I need to hear you, baby.” And then he’s pulling back to shove your sweatpants off of you and to the floor between the couch and the ottoman. He dips back down, mouth and hand insistent upon you, and he digs a hand into the crotch of your underwear. Your hands flail for a moment, useless, and settle on gripping his shoulder and the arm that pins you to the cushions.

“Rafe,” you sputter, head pushing hard back against the cushions. Your hair is messy and probably tangled with this friction, but you don’t have even half a thought to care. “Please, Rafe, don’t stop.” Your back arches, trying to push your body tight against his. He tries not to grin above you, watching your face contort at his touch. His fingers slide in your slickness, an embarrassing amount, and your throat catches a breath. The tension in your abdomen twists.

“I thought you wanted to watch the show, sweetheart.” Two of his fingertips push past your slit easily and curl. He bites his lip above you, loving the look on your face. You squeeze your eyes even harder, fist clenching in his shirt. Your heart beats louder and louder until—

“And we’re going to practice your stamina, too.” His voice is raspy when he pulls away.

There it is. The issue. Your not-so-issue-but-sorta-an-issue issue. Yes. You had been having trouble—well, stopping. Your libido was extremely high, you had a very sexy man at your disposal who liked to please you, you were confident in your body, so why not?

Why not is because your body was sore constantly. Between your legs was the perfect amount of sore, but still sore. You had trouble sleeping and drank more coffee and energy drinks. Rafe, ever the giver, obliged you always. He liked to fuck. He really liked to fuck you. So it was a terrible, terrible cycle. You were really starting to wonder about your self control. So it makes sense that maybe you should consider working on it.

But Rafe deciding that right now? The second he finally fingers you? It makes your head spin.

Literally, as when you sit up your vision is flooded with spots.

“What the fuck?” You croak, sounding miserable, and your eyes look up at him, almost teary. (Hey— you really like what he does to you.)

“You’re fine, baby, you’re fine. I just want what’s best for you.” He pulls away from your neck, instead smoothing a hand from your sternum to your hips.

“What are you, a fucking counselor?” You grump, eyebrows furrowed, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Better start being grateful, Y/N. You know how I get.”

He settles onto his stomach, keeping your legs loose around him as he bends to kiss you. You kiss back, still annoyed but also still wildly turned on, and you can’t help but curl a hand around his neck and up into his hair. His lips part from yours and start their trek downwards.

His hands push your sweatshirt up when he gets to right above your belly button, and his touch is light on your sensitive skin. You close your eyes in the nice feeling.

His fingers curl around where your thigh meets your ass, pressing tight into the muscle, and you reflexively lift them up and settle them down onto his shoulders. Sneaky. His mouth finds your inner thighs then, biting into the flesh, and you successfully fight a shiver. His breath is hot on the crotch of your panties.

His fingers find the hem of the fabric, eyes settling briefly on yours before tugging your panties to the side and getting his mouth on you.

You immediately moan— figures. You push your head up slightly, wanting to see, and his head shakes between your legs, hair tickling your thighs as you whine. So hot it should be illegal.

One of Rafe’s hands crawls up your flesh to your chest, fingers finding the underside of your tit and cupping it. He squeezes right as his tongue curls into your seam and he shakes his head again. You nearly shriek but slap.a hand over your mouth, no punishment in your future with his hand on your tit and the other gripping your outer thigh.

Well, you were wrong for the second time tonight. First, thinking your loving boyfriend would give you an orgasm when you wanted one, and second when you assume the same very boyfriend wouldn’t do things simply to piss you off or edge you. Rafe reaches up with the hand previously on your thigh and grabs your wrist. He snags the other one and presses them tight against your lower abdomen, eyes fiery. Your blood surges hot in your veins and the tension in your abdomen resurfaces.

You just flex your legs and bring them further up, wanting your seemingly increasingly distant misery to end.

He hums in approval at that, the feeling making your pelvis vibrate; and you try desperately to suck in a breath. It feels so good, you don’t know how to last longer. Your head slowly tilts to the side, a little tired, and your glazed eyes meet the TV screen again.

Your third folly. Thinking Rafe Cameron would let you live any mistake down.

“Oh, you wanna watch it now?” He pulls away, spitting at your pussy, and an eyebrow quirks. You just still, not sure of the direction here. “Okay. Watch it.” He licks you once, twice, and pulls away slowly. You turn your head, wanting to gauge his reaction, but he pushes your head back towards the TV with his hand. You see in your peripheral him pushing down the waistband of his pants. Your eyes flinch ever so slightly towards him, and he smacks lightly at your outer thigh.

“Watch it, since you wanted to so bad.” He pulls his dick out from his underwear and spits into his hand. His gaze is locked on your pink face, waiting for you to react. He moves his hand tantalizingly slowly, knowing you can see the movement. You pant, catching your breath, and he just watches your chest heave.

His heart rate catches when he gets the full sight of you, open and wide in front of him with dirty panties and your sweatshirt rucked up to expose your bare chest. It makes him even harder.

“What are they talking about right now?” His eyes bore into the side of your face, hand moving steadily still.

“Uh-h, whales.” Your voice cracks and you swallow. He doesn’t laugh like you think he will, he just bends down and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Doing so good.” It’s so quiet you think you miss it. He kisses you full on when you tilt up to him, neck straining at the angle.

He finally, finally pushes his weight onto you, dick pressed tight against your pelvis. You meet his mouth again and groan at the feeling, moving your body in a way you hope feels good. His jaw clenches, which is a good sign.

“You do it, you want it so bad,” he murmurs, lips hovering over your cheek bone. “Since you can’t ever have enough, baby.”

You exhale through your nose, concentrating, and push your hand down. You fumble for a second but eventually get your hips angled in a way to where he can sink into you. He does, pushing against your hips, and slides easily all the way to the hilt.

He groans openly, eyes closed for a moment, and you choke on a moan. So deep, so fast that it steals the breath from your throat.

On second thought, Rafe’s hand finds its place on your throat as the other braces against your hip.

“So wet,” he says through his apparent awe, bottom lip drooping slightly. You revel in the look on his face. He’s all pink and dewy, it makes you sweat. He pushes forward, a bruising strength in his hips, and you feel yourself be pushed up an inch on the couch.

He follows you and lowers himself slightly, keeping you in place as he jerks sloppily into you, overwhelmed by sensation. You curl your leg around his waist, fingers interwoven in his hair as he dips to kiss you. He pants into your mouth, hot and demanding. You just arch your back, feeling him squeeze hard at the flesh of your waist as you clench around him.

You do it again, loving the reaction, and bite your lip as he chokes slightly in surprise. His hips slow, the sounds of your hurried panting slowing as well, but he goes twice as hard. With the intent to bruise, you think. Probably. He would love that.

His eyebrow arches slightly before he’s burying his face in your neck and really giving you his all. You feel the muscles flex on his back where you press your hands, mouth open and wide and silent. Your eyes roll back into your head as he lets go of your neck and fixes his grasp on your hip.

“Rafe,” you gasp, barely getting a comprehensible sound out. “Yes, shit, baby.” Your man, finally treating you so well.

“Let me hear you,” he says, hot in your ear, and reaches down to rub that one spot he’s memorized the location of. He’s a little too familiar, as we know.

You inhale and exhale shakily, and then you’re silent and your head is pushing back into the cushions. Your body floods with feeling, from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. Your toes curl. You feel like you’re floating.

It’s on the come down that you moan shakily and it turns into a bashful laugh.

“Fuck,” you whine, and his thrust turns into his last as he buries himself up to the hilt and groans in a staccato. You feel him catch your shoulder slightly as he bites the cushion, muscles slowing.

“Fuck.” He desperately tries to catch his breath. He peels himself slightly from you, sitting up.

His vision comes back into focus, and it’s then that he notices the marks on your neck. He thumbs an especially red one, eyes scanning your face.

“Oops.”

“You’re an idiot.” But you smile.

“Hey, we traded,” he says, pulling away completely from you and standing up with a stumble. He winces as he pushes his shoulder blades to meet.

“How’s that?” You ask, thinking you’re humoring him. You sit up, bringing your now cold and damp panties back to where they should lie and pulling your shirt down. You’re just realizing how cold it is in here.

“My back hurts like a bitch, and you have hickeys. Plus I didn’t let you cum so we practiced that. Boom.” He gestures wildly and lets his hands smack back down to his sides. You just stare at him.

“You are the weirdest motivational coach I’ve ever met, young man.”

“Don’t call me a young man.” He turns towards the primary bedroom you’d been sleeping in and disappears into the darkness. “I fuck like I’m 35.”

[runningfrom2am]

on the one screen in my town; three

summary:

mason’s life with drew was absolutely perfect, she was happier than ever; until everything came crashing down all at once.

tags/warnings:

drew starkey x fem!popstar!oc, drug and alcohol use, death, grief, these tags are not exhaustive, idk i'll add to this as it goes on.

wc: 2.9k

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The extremely private funeral was only a few weeks later, and Mason was hardly herself anymore. Anyone who knew her could see she was just a shell of herself, hardly there, even when she spoke.

They managed to get a large, private estate in Washington, near her mothers home town, where Mason had grown up. This was perfect for the service, considering it was remote and by exclusive invite only. The last thing anybody wanted was photos or people showing up to ask questions. The media knows almost nothing at this point, just that something has changed and all of Mason's projects have been postponed. Spare, so far, her and Drew's wedding, which was scheduled to take place in two months and thirteen days.

Mason had been counting them down with a childish excitement, but now, as she stands over her mothers coffin, alone, she's dreading it. How can it go on when her mom won't be there to celebrate with them? She can't even imagine it.

"Mason.." She looks up quickly, turning to see Drew as he walks up to her. "It's gonna rain, we've got to head out." He says, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the side of her head.

Everyone else has left, including Este and her family, including Drew's parents, who were kind enough to make the trip from North Carolina, and including her father; and after waiting in the car for her for forty-five minutes, Drew decided enough was enough. He agreed to give her the time alone, of course he did, he wouldn't dream of saying no; but at this point it's not benefitting her anymore. Or him, to sit in the car and watch from a distance as she shakes and stares into space. It's hard to watch.

"Five more minutes?" Mason requests, not having the heart to look up at him.

"Of course." Drew nods, rubbing her shoulder gently. "I'm gonna stay, though."

She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder, lip quivering as she looks down at the coffin, yet to be buried. It's empty, she knows that, but that doesn't make it any easier for her to walk away.

"Jeez, Mace.." Drew sighs softly. He's never figured out what to say, he had hoped it would come to him eventually, but the only thing he's realized is that there is no right answer. Nothing can bring Catherine back, there is not a thing in the world he could do to make her feel better, and he feels so hopeless. "I miss her." He settles on, wanting her to at least know he kind of understands.

"I don't understand... I don't understand why." Mason chokes out, shaking her head and turning to bury her face in his chest, hugging onto him like her life depended on it. It was a car accident, of all things. Wrong place, wrong time. Why did it have to be her?

Drew just shakes his head. "I don't know. She's not gone, though, hey?" He makes sure she's listening, kissing her head again. "She's gonna haunt us like crazy, she could never leave you." He laughs slightly, trying to make her smile.

It works only a little bit, making Mason laugh slightly through her tears. "True. She's gonna be throwing eggs at me if I forget to eat breakfast." She adds, nodding slightly.

"I don't doubt it for a minute." Drew smiles, craning his neck to try and get a look at her smile. He's missed it, she hasn't smiled in weeks. They haven't really talked about any of this yet, but Drew knows he has to wait until she is ready. She's getting there, he can tell. "Can I take you home? I've got to get you fed before Cath uses her ghost powers to try and make you spaghetti or something."

"No." Mason shakes her head. "I hope she does."

"Okay, well, you can explain your late dinner to her so she doesn't come after me." He chuckles, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Three Years Ago

"Mason! I saw on Twitter that you went on a date this week. Twitter! How dare you not call me first!" Catherine says, excitement clear in her tone as soon as her daughter picks up the phone.

"Hi mom." Mason rolls her eyes playfully, dropping her hand to put it on speaker so Este can hear as well.

"Hi Ellen!" Este says, instantly putting her phone down to join the conversation. When they first met, Este had mistakenly remembered Catherine's name as being 'Ellen', and it was just too funny for the three of them to ever let go.

"You can't distract me! Tell me what's going on." Her mom says, making Mason blush and Este grabs the phone from her.

"Oh my god, Ellen, he's a dreamboat! Okay, so, his name is Drew, they met at that premiere I brought her to. That Netflix show I'm working on, Outer Banks? He's in the show. He plays Rafe."

"Oh yes, right. Okay." Catherine laughs, urging her on as Mason buries her face in her hands, shaking her head with embarrassment. "I haven't seen it yet Este but you know it's on my list."

"Yeah, of course! Anyway, you should have seen them, he was like all over her! I'm pretty sure he pretended to 'accidentally' bump into her so they could talk. It was so cute." Este gushes. "Hold on! There's pictures, I'll send them to you."

She grabs her phone again to find the pictures as Catherine fires questions at them. "What did he say? What's he like? Where did you go? Tell me everything I can't wait another minute!"

"Okay, mom, slow down." Mason intervenes. "It was just one date, it's not like he proposed or something."

"Well sorry for being excited! I didn't know that was a crime." She replies with a sassy tone.

"It's not. I just, I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready for another relationship, so I don't know if I'll see him again."

"Oh, shut up." Este says, rolling her eyes at her friend. "He's amazing. Seriously, he looks at you like you're the only girl in the world. Don't push him away because you're scared. Brady was a jerk, Drew's not like that."

"Okay but how do you know?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe because I've worked with him for two years now?"

"No, you haven't, you've worked with Madelyn and Madison for two years. He was just occasionally around."

"Exactly, if there was any red flags about him they would have told me. I know all the tea, trust." Este insists, scrolling away on her phone looking for all the pictures of Drew and Mason from the premiere. "For example, okay, Rudy and Elaine? They're like, totally on the outs. They don't even know it yet but the rest of us can all tell. She's not great to him. Also I knew about Chase and Madelyn's break up before he did, okay? You always trust the makeup artist! I know everything, but with Drew? There's never been anything. No drama, no one has had a bad thing to say about him ever. Also, Ellen, I just sent the pictures to you."

"See! Honey, just give him a chance." Catherine agrees and Mason sighs. "Oh! Oh gosh, these are so precious! He's very handsome, Mason."

"Ugh, mom!" Mason groans, throwing her head back against the couch cushions.

"I'm not giving you a choice. You need to keep seeing him, it'll be good for you. Just one more date if he asks, then you can do whatever you want. Just give him a shot." She says seriously, pleading with her daughter at this point to at least try.

"I'm glad you say that because he did already ask!" Este tells her. "Mason just hasn't called him back yet."

"Of course he did! You're amazing! You're beautiful, you're so kind, I can't imagine that he wouldn't want to spend more time with you, Honey."

Mason sighs, cheeks totally red and she nods. "Okay, fine, mom. You've convinced me. I'll call him back."

Six Months Later

Drew's bouncing his knee rapidly as Mason drives them down the quiet block, on their way to her parents home in a small town in Washington. "Nervous?" She asks him with a giggle, looking over as he stares out the window.

"No, what makes you say that?" Drew replies, quickly ceasing the movements of his leg.

"Just a hunch." Mason shrugs. "But if you were nervous, I'd say 'Don't worry, they'll adore you'." She assures him, turning onto her block.

"This is it!" She smiles, and he tenses up as she slows down, pretending to pull over.

"Shit, okay, I'm scared." He admits, making her laugh.

"I'm kidding. That wasn't even the house." Mason giggles, pulling out onto the road again.

"Screw you." Drew laughs, shaking his head. "That's not funny, by the way."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. This actually is it though." She says, taking a right turn into the driveway.

"Oh god." Drew groans, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. He doesn't even know why he's so nervous, he just wants to make a good impression, but Mason has told him time and time again that they already have a good impression of him based on everything she's told them.

"Watch this. We have about five... four... three..." As Mason counts down, unbuckling her seatbelt and watching the front door of the small ranch home, which suddenly flies open and her mom comes running out, straight up to the car. "Yep, told you." She grins over at Drew, opening her door and stepping out.

"Mason! Oh, I missed you so much!" Catherine smiles, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her cheek.

"I missed you too..." She smiles, hugging her back and looking over to her dad who is standing against the door frame with a smile on his face. He gives her a quick wave which she returns behind her moms back, before her mom is letting her go.

"Oh, you're Drew! Hi, dear! It's so good to finally meet you!" She's quickly at his side of the car, giving him a hug as well. Him and Mason share a look over her head, and Mason gives him two thumbs up as he chuckles awkwardly and hugs her mom back.

"It's nice to meet you, Catherine." He agrees as she lets him go.

"Oh please, call me Cath. Or Mom. Whichever suits you more." She waves him off, smiling up at him. "Geez, Este wasn't kidding, you are more handsome in person. And tall. My goodness."

"Oh my god, mom!" Mason laughs, blushing furiously as her dad makes his way down the stairs.

"What? I just want him to be comfortable!" Catherine defends, patting Drew on the arm and walking around to the back of the car.

"And you think saying that will help?" Mason giggles, quickly walking up to her dad and hugging him as well.

"Well, I don't know I'm just being nice." Catherine insists, opening the trunk to get their suitcases out.

"I've got it! We're good." Drew insists, cheeks still flushed as he joins her, grabbing them out for her.

"I should probably help him, hey?" Miles whispered to his daughter with a smile and she nods as he nudges her shoulder.

"Yes please, dad." She whispers back, laughing quietly as he walks away, and Mason returns to the car to grab her purse out.

"Here, let me help." Miles says, grabbing his daughters pink suitcase off the ground. "Mason doesn't travel light, hey?"

"No she does not." Drew chuckles, shaking his head.

"Something wrong with that?" Her dad asks, serious now as he raises an eyebrow at Drew.

"Oh- no! Definitely not, sir. Gotta be prepared, you know?" Drew says, the blood draining from his face as he tries to salvage the situation.

"Dad!" Mason scolds him, and he instantly breaks character, laughing at the boys response.

"I'm kidding, don't worry." He laughs, patting his shoulder. "I'm Miles, by the way."

Drew laughs awkwardly, clearly getting minor whiplash from the situation. "Nice to meet you, I'm Drew." He says, repeatedly glancing up at his girlfriend.

"Let's get everything inside before it rains, yeah? We don't have all that beautiful sunny weather that you guys are used to in North Carolina and LA." Catherine says, taking a bag from Drew before he can protest and making her way back inside.

By the time everyone else makes it inside, Catherine is already on facetime with Este, who's back in LA. Mason doesn't know who was more likely to call each other out of the two of them. "Gosh, honey, you were right about him he is lovely!" Catherine says, turning as she hears the door shut. "Oh, here they are! Want to say hi?"

"You know I do!" Este grins, still laughing about how quickly Catherine called her to talk about Drew once they arrived. "Hey guys! How was the flight?" She asks as Catherine passes the phone off to Mason.

"It was good. Not too long." Drew shrugs.

"Yeah. I miss you, though." Mason adds, pouting at her friend.

"Well why didn't she come?" Her mom cuts in before Este can reply.

"Work, unfortunately." She sighs dramatically. "But I'm free next week, if you'll still want some more company."

"Yes, of course! Come up here any time, honey."

"You heard her." Mason agrees, smiling at her friend.

"Alright I'll see you on Tuesday, then." Este giggles.

Mason passes the phone back to her mom as she says she's looking forward to it, grabbing her backpack to bring to her room.

"I guess I should give you the tour." Mason says to her boyfriend, pausing and looking around the open living room and kitchen space. "Alright that's about it. My room is down here, same with the bathroom, and my parents room." She says, making Drew laugh as she heads toward the small hallway, Drew following close after.

"It's such a cute house." He muses, looking around at the array of artwork on the walls.

"You can say it's small, Babes. It's fine." She giggles quietly as they step into her room, throwing her stuff on her bed under the window.

"No, I meant like, the decor and stuff. It's very cute." Drew insists, smiling at her and then looking around her room, which clearly hasn't been changed since she moved out a few years ago, to live with Este in LA.

"Oh, well, my mom will love the review so please tell her." Mason smiles, sitting down on her bed and laying back dramatically.

"I don't know what I expected your room to look like, but it was almost exactly like this." He chuckles, standing in the door frame and taking note of all the posters on the walls, mainly Taylor Swift, One Direction, some of her favourites. "Have you met any of them yet?"

"I met Taylor once." Mason says, sitting back up and smiling at her big 'Lover' poster. "She was really sweet, she said she wants to do a song together sometime, maybe grab lunch. I have her number. I feel like she just pitied me, though."

"No way, she knows talent when she sees it. Clearly." Drew smiles, pacing into the room and sitting next to her.

"Leave the door open!" Miles calls after them from the living room.

"Dad!" Mason huffs as her cheeks turn red and she stands up, walking to the door and looking down the hall at him. "I'm not sixteen anymore, I'll shut the door if I want!" She laughs, then pretending to dramatically slam it before she stops it and closes it gently.

"Who'd you bring in here when you were sixteen?" Drew laughs quietly, cheeks turning slightly red as well.

"Guess." Mason laughs, sighing and rolling her eyes as she joined him on the bed again.

"I've got a pretty good idea." Drew admits, looking around again and this time noticing all the music awards on one wall next to the closet, smiling a little to himself. "Brady still lives here, doesn't he?"

"Yep. Him and his new 'girlfriend'." Mason says, using a mocking tone to refer to her. "Well, not new anymore I guess. It's been over a year."

"He's an idiot, if she was smart she would have left him by now." Drew chuckles. "I'm lucky he's so stupid, honestly."

"Me too. I wouldn't have found out otherwise." Mason chuckles. "God, it's so embarrassing." She groans and covers her face with her hands. Drew laughs a little with her, reaching out and running his fingers through her hair. She shouldn't be embarrassed. It's funny to laugh about a year down the line, but it's hard to think about what she went through- when the world was watching. He wants to make sure she never goes through anything like that ever again.

"Mason! Honey, mind helping me with dinner?" Her mom calls from the living room and she sighs, sitting up.

"Coming!"

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[findroleplay]

Hi hi!! 👋

25 year old lady (she/her) seeking some long term partners who are 21+ for some oc x oc roleplays!! 💞

looking mostly for fxm ships, but I’m open to fxf and mxm if you would like to double!! I have a strong preference for playing women characters, but I do enjoy playing men as well 👍

PLOTS

I’m pretty open to most things, however this is what I’m looking for at the moment:

childhood friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

jock x nerd 🤓

two single parents

vampire x mortal

celebrity x regular joe

professor x student

modern and fantasy settings 🍃

OCs / FACECLAIMS

depending on what plot we are going forward with, my OC is apt to change!! the two I enjoy playing the most are kind and bubbly — but I will adapt each characters personality to fit the situation!! when it comes to faceclaims for my OCs, I like to choose my own. If we are doubling though, I will use the faceclaim you would like me to use, and I ask you do the same for me!!

here are some faces I particularly adore 🤭

drew starkey

milo manheim (he’s my favourite currently 💋)

logan lerman

sho kiyohara

taylor zakhar perez

EXTRAS

when it comes to length, I’m happy to match my partner, but it’s not necessary!! I usually write anywhere between 2-4 paragraphs regularly. I am comfortable with smut and would actually like to have some in the roleplay (40% smut - 60% plot). I live in the EST time zone, and would prefer someone in a similar time so we can chat more!! I love to chat ooc, share playlists, art, pinterests — I generally enjoy having a good time with my writing partner and would prefer someone who isn’t strictly business!! I would like to have at least one reply from you daily in the roleplay, but I’m flexible!! Please communicate with me if you are no longer feeling the roleplay, I really don’t want to be ghosted 👻 I use discord only 😌 and I’d like to have our own server so we can be organized!!

anyways, if you’re interested at all, feel free to like this post and I’ll reach out!! 🙏💋 thanks!!

-

[rphunter]

Hi hi!! 👋

25 year old lady (she/her) seeking some long term partners who are 21+ for some oc x oc roleplays!! 💞

looking mostly for fxm ships, but I’m open to fxf and mxm if you would like to double!! I have a strong preference for playing women characters, but I do enjoy playing men as well 👍

PLOTS

I’m pretty open to most things, however this is what I’m looking for at the moment:

childhood friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

slice of life

jock x nerd 🤓

prince/knight x peasant

two single parents

vampire x mortal

celebrity x regular joe

professor x student

modern and fantasy settings 🍃

OCs / FACECLAIMS

depending on what plot we are going forward with, my OC is apt to change!! the two I enjoy playing the most are kind and bubbly — but I will adapt each characters personality to fit the situation!! when it comes to faceclaims for my OCs, I like to choose my own. If we are doubling though, I will use the faceclaim you would like me to use, and I ask you do the same for me!!

here are some faces I particularly adore 🤭

drew starkey

milo manheim (he’s my favourite currently 💋)

logan lerman

sho kiyohara

taylor zakhar perez

EXTRAS

when it comes to length, I’m happy to match my partner, but it’s not necessary!! I usually write anywhere between 2-4 paragraphs regularly. I am comfortable with smut and would actually like to have some in the roleplay (40% smut - 60% plot). I live in the EST time zone, and would prefer someone in a similar time so we can chat more!! I love to chat ooc, share playlists, art, pinterests — I generally enjoy having a good time with my writing partner and would prefer someone who isn’t strictly business!! I would like to have at least one reply from you daily in the roleplay, but I’m flexible!! Please communicate with me if you are no longer feeling the roleplay, I really don’t want to be ghosted 👻 I use discord only 😌 and I’d like to have our own server so we can be organized!!

anyways, if you’re interested at all, feel free to like this post and I’ll reach out!! 🙏💋 thanks!!

.

[whore-4-drewstarkey]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

hahah thank you for tagging me @slut4drudy and @runningfrom2am glad to know ppl actually want to know more about me. 🤭

1. Are you named after anyone?: yeah, my middle name is my moms middle name and my grandmas and my great grandmas and i think one of my aunts… 😒 (i hate it because it’s basic 😭)

2. When was the last time you cried?: last week…. i hit a fucking coyote on the highway and started crying. i’m horrible i know ✋🏻 no need to tell me. i even tried to dodge it and was tbh probs close to hitting the car in the lane next to mine. i’ve just come to the conclusion i suck at driving.

3. Do you have kids?: no 😭 but i better have some. and it better be with a hot, tall man who can actually tan because i don’t want my children being cursed with my poor genetics of being short and pale as a ghost to where the sun literally reflects off my skin 😭 it’s horrible. i hate it. it’s unfair. and before anyone says “use tanning lotion” babe it doesn’t fucking work on me. i got those strong scottish/celtic genes.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: idk probably just a little bit?? note: i’m going through this reading my answers and have realized i am quite sarcastic. my apologies luvies.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?: played basketball in the third grade but never again because kids in my tiny town are stupid geezers who make fun of you if you’re not perfect even though they sucked too. i mainly stuck with marching band like a good, innocent girl that i am🤭

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?: their vibe? and maybe their style? idek

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: HAPPY ENDINGS. i cant take scary movies. i get too scared 😂 i just hide my face the WHOLE time.

8. Any special talents?: i know how to play the flute if that counts. and a tad bit of piccolo. i played the flute for 7 years in school. i don’t play it much now but i still know how to play OH and read music for the most part. i’m so cool.

9. Where were you born?: missouri of all places 💀 i hate it here. get me out. it’s misery not missouri. the amount of morons in this state baffles me every day. legit. like people here are so absurd it hurts my brain.

10. What are your hobbies?: i like traveling. i have only traveled on my own. i’ve never taken a trip with someone where flying is involved. so i save my money and blow it all on a trip like once a year…. i’m terrible with money. next stop is nyc 🥳 maybe i’ll fun in to brooke starkey and say she’s a queen and fashion icon (i’ll pretend i don’t know her. just be like omg i love that outfit!)

11. Do you have any pets?: like personally mine? i used to… but then she got mauled to death by my sister’s dog 4 years ago💀 (i have to joke about it or i’ll be depressed for the next year again) (after she died my ass didn’t give a shit about myself and was lowkey reckless while driving and didn’t eat and hardly showered) nah but my family has 4 springers who are crackheads.

12. How tall are you?: 5’4 1/2 but i leave off the half. i’m the shortest in my family and get teased by it all the time 😌 that’s okay though. i need a tall man to reach the higher shelves anyways.

13. Fave subject in school?: math because i was in advanced math in high school and never tried but was getting C’s and some B’s. i think it just came naturally to me.

14. Dream job?: zoologist or marine biologist. that’s what i planned on doing until i dropped out of community college and then decided to go back but then dropped out again 💀 i cant make this shit up bro. all in under 2 1/2 years #slay

15. Eye color?: i get to flex on this one to all my drew/rafe girlies… i have like light blue eyes which pairs well with my egg white skin tone. ✌🏻 hahahaha. they get even more blue when i cry. so often.

[nepofm]

spotted      at      met      steps    ,   wearing      last      season’s      jimmy      choo      ?      i’d      leave      the      steps      in      the      next     24      hours   before      nepoupdates      catches      them      &      if      it      were      me     ,     i’d      definitely      go      back      to      the     checklist    of      golden      rules     .

jasper  koehl  drew   starkey

tomas   gonzales  froy gutierrez  ,  muse  o

jutharat  ‘jeni’  saengkaew  davika hoorne

hana  anurak   lalisa manobal  ,  muse  t  ,  ace's  wc

drew   starkey.     he/him.     cis   man.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   jasper   koehl   most   likely   listening   to   drugs   &   money   (new   mix)   by   chase   atlantic   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   five   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -imprudent   yet   +suasive   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   dilated   pupils   hidden   beneath   the   frames   of   saint   laurent   sunglasses   ––   even   in   the   dead   of   night   ,   creating   tension   on   every   set   you’re   on   but   never   facing   consequences   for   actions   ,   finding   your   footing   on   a   pathway   swarmed   by   paparazzi   followed   by   mojave  ghost  by  byredo   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   jasper’s   career   on   the   line   after   being   seen   exiting   a   hotel   hand-in-hand   with   taken   actress    . 

froy gutierrez.     he/him.     cis male.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   tomas   gonzales   ,   most   likely   listening   to   bad   life   by   omar   apollo   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the  twenty-five   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -elitist   yet   +thoughtful   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   silicon   valley   tech-bros   ,     private   ramblings   about   the   future   during     parties     &   expensive     yet     mismatched     clothing   followed   by   carolina   herrera   ch   prive   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   the     ongoing     fraud   investigation     into     his     father’s     tech     company    ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

davika   hoorne.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   jutharat   ‘jeni’   saengkaew   ,   most   likely   listening   to   kill   bill   by   sza   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   thirty   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -supercilious   yet   +unadulterated   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   infectious   laughter   overtaking   the   conversation   ,   solo   dates   to   central   park   with   a   bottle   of   chardonnay   and   a   copy   of   vogue   ,   taking   outfit   of   the   day   photos   in   every   mirror   that   she   passes   ,   and   constantly   buying   herself   a   bouquet   of   flowers   to   send   gossipers   spiraling   ,   followed   by   love   is   in   the   air   limited   edition   by   house   of   sillage   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   jeni   having   an   on   and   off   again   affair   with   a   married   man   which   ended   when   she   was   spotted   buying   pregnancy   tests    ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   

lalisa   manobal.   she/her.   cisfemale.   ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   hana   anurak   ,   most   likely   listening   to   cardigan   by   taylor   swift   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty  five   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -distant   yet   +benevolent   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   a   pearly   white   smile   ,   pearl   necklace   ,   everything   organized   ,   and   girls   whispering   their   jealousy   ,   followed   by   their   honey   scent   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   still   being   a   virgin    ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   . 

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi hi!! 👋

25 year old lady (she/her) seeking some long term partners who are 21+ for some oc x oc roleplays!! 💞

looking mostly for fxm ships, but I’m open to fxf and mxm if you would like to double!! I have a strong preference for playing women characters, but I do enjoy playing men as well 👍

PLOTS

I’m pretty open to most things, however this is what I’m looking for at the moment:

childhood friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

jock x nerd 🤓

two single parents

vampire x mortal

celebrity x regular joe

professor x student

modern and fantasy settings 🍃

OCs / FACECLAIMS

depending on what plot we are going forward with, my OC is apt to change!! the two I enjoy playing the most are kind and bubbly — but I will adapt each characters personality to fit the situation!! when it comes to faceclaims for my OCs, I like to choose my own. If we are doubling though, I will use the faceclaim you would like me to use, and I ask you do the same for me!!

here are some faces I particularly adore 🤭

drew starkey

milo manheim (he’s my favourite currently 💋)

logan lerman

sho kiyohara

taylor zakhar perez

EXTRAS

when it comes to length, I’m happy to match my partner, but it’s not necessary!! I usually write anywhere between 2-4 paragraphs regularly. I am comfortable with smut and would actually like to have some in the roleplay (40% smut - 60% plot). I live in the EST time zone, and would prefer someone in a similar time so we can chat more!! I love to chat ooc, share playlists, art, pinterests — I generally enjoy having a good time with my writing partner and would prefer someone who isn’t strictly business!! I would like to have at least one reply from you daily in the roleplay, but I’m flexible!! Please communicate with me if you are no longer feeling the roleplay, I really don’t want to be ghosted 👻 I use discord only 😌 and I’d like to have our own server so we can be organized!!

anyways, if you’re interested at all, feel free to like this post and I’ll reach out!! 🙏💋 thanks!!

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[sinnerssquarehq]

Welcome to Sinner's Square, may your sins purge your soul. The following applications have been accepted. Please send in your accounts within the next TWENTY-FOUR hours or the role of FC will be reopened. Let us know if you need more time.

*acceptance 1

(ANA DE ARMAS, CIS-WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that ALLEGRA SILVA? I heard the THIRTY-THREE year old is DAUNTLESS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPETUOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a GETAWAY DRIVER in the SOCIETY. (max, 28, any, gmt)

(REINA HARDESTY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that WILHELMINA “BILLIE” BLACKWELL? I heard they THIRTY year old is AMBITIOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also VINDICTIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian who works as a CORPORATE LAWYER. (gen, 25+, est, she/her)

( CASEY DEIDRICK, MALE, HE/HIM ) Oh, is that REMINGTON BISHOP? I heard the THIRTY-SIX year old is METICULOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPRUDENT. Makes sense seeing how they are the VICE PRESIDENT in the GHOST RIDERS MC. ( scout, 26, she/her, pst )

( ALEJANDRO SPEITZER, MALE, HE/HIM ) Oh, is that LUCIANO DE LA CRUZ? I heard the THIRTY year old is ASTUTE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also CASUISTIC. Makes sense seeing how they are a COUNCIL MEMBER in the THE SERPENTS gang. ( scout, 26, she/her, pst )

(MADELAINE PETSCH, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that SERAPHINA 'SERA' MONTGOMERY? I heard the TWENTY EIGHT year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also DECEPTIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a MEMBER in the GHOST RIDERS MC gang. (amii)

(MADELYN CLINE, CIS-FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that AVERY HART? I heard the TWENTY-NINE year old is COMPASSIONATE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also DISORGANIZED. Makes sense seeing how they are a CLEAN civilian who works as a ER NURSE. (zephyr, 25+, pst, they/them)

(DREW STARKEY, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that MASON JAMES? I heard the THIRTY year old is INTELLIGENT. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also RUTHLESS. Makes sense seeing how they are a HACKER in the SYNDICATE gang. (zephyr, 25+, pst, they/them)

(MELISSA BARRERA, CIS-FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that VALENTINA REYES? I heard the THIRTY-FIVE year old is CHARISMATIC. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also CONNIVING. Makes sense seeing how they are a LEADER in the SOCIETY gang. (zephyr, 25+, pst, they/them)

(PEYTON LIST, CIS WOMEN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that NOELLE EMERSON I heard the TWENTY SIX year old is NICE But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also MANIPULATIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a MONEY LAUNDERED in the SERPENTS gang. (leila)

( DANNY RAMIREZ, MALE, HE/HIM ) Oh, is that ROMAN CABRERA? I heard the TWENTY-EIGHT year old is ADROIT. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also RETICENT. Makes sense seeing how they are a HACKER in the SYNDICATE gang. ( scout, 26, she/her, pst )

(GLEN POWELL, MALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that RILEY BUKOSKI? I heard the THIRTY-TWO year old is INTELLIGENT. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also CARELESS. Makes sense seeing how they are a ARMS DEALER in the CRIMSONS gang. (maddi, 25, est, she/her)

(HANDE ERCEL, FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that PEACH KAYA? I heard the THIRTY year old is CHARMING. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also RUTHLESS. Makes sense seeing how they are a MEMBER in the GHOST RIDERS MC gang. (maddi, 25, est, she/her)

[wealthtv]

mw fcs and cc

if  there's  any  doubles  my  apologies  -  just  take  it  as  our  members/us  really  wanting  those  ones.

for  faces:  cody  christian,  daniel  ezra,  drew  starkey,  ayesha  madon,  thomas  weatherall,  michael  b.  jordan,  adeline  rudolph,  morgan  holmstorm,  sandra  oh,  apo  nattawin,  becky  g,  victoria  pedretti,  erana  james,  keith  powers,  michael  evans  behling,  samantha  logan,  savannah  lee  smith,  victoria  justice,  cierra  ramirez,  hande  ercel,  aslihan  malbora,  jonathan  bailey,  jessie  mei  li,  lizeth  selene  (!!!!),  jacob  elordi,  barry  keough,  ni  ni,  oscar  isaac,  jessica  chastain,  gabrielle  union,  oliver  jackson-cohen,  rami  malek,  mena  massoud,  lana  condor,  jane  de  leon,  kathryn  bernardo,  ario  bayu,  dylan  wang,  nicola  coughlan,  yuki  kato,  shioli  kutsuna,  serena  motola,  oktay  cubuk,  ji  changwook,  greta  onieogou,  daniel  ezra,  alex  aiono,  michelle  yeoh,  keanu  reeves,  putri  marino,  riz  ahmed,  emma  d’arcy,  janelle  monae,  lucien  laviscount,  yoghurt  nattasha,  zendaya,  tom  holland,

for  career  claims:  huang  zitao,  emma stone, sandra oh, rihanna ( discography or fenty line or both), lewis  hamilton,  lionel  messi,  han  cong  &  sui  wenjing,  keanu  reeves,  leonardo  dicapprio,  niki  zefanya,  jung  hoyeon,  yuzuru  hanyu,  tessa  virtue,  ellen  pompeo,  jonathan  bailey,  house  of  the  dragon  cast,  mitski,  noah  kahan,  nba  players,  nfl  players,  will  smith,  zendaya,  halle  bailey,  travis  kelce,  call  her  daddy,  ghost  files  /  buzzfeed  unsolved,  paris  paloma,  ryan  gosling,  mika  flanagan,  kristen  stewart,  robert  pattinson, jacob elordi.

[adventuresinobx]

Goodnight

Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: Drew’s away with work - again - but he makes sure to call you every single night so you know you’re on his mind. Basically just cute fluffy stuff 🥰

A/N: Wrote this for my bestie, who loves Drew! My first Outer Banks actor story, let me know what you think!

Warnings: Nothing, this is just pure fluff.

Drew’s fame had gone - global - since Outer Banks was released during the pandemic.

You had gone from spending every waking moment with him to having him rush off for the next photoshoot or the next film or something else that work required off him.

At first you had struggled with it, but you never stopped him.

It was his dream to be in all these big shows and now he was finally making it happen.

You couldn’t be more proud of him and seeing him live his dream every single day made you the happiest woman alive.

You two had been dating for a couple of years now, well before his fame kicked off into some stratospheric level as it was now.

Whenever he was at home, you two would make the most of lazy mornings in bed.

You’d snuggle up together reading your own books. He usually settle on a play whilst you’d pick some cute romance novel, your eyes focused on the words of the page, only ever distracted by the feeling of his lips on your skin or his hair nudging against your bare tummy when he was laid on it.

You sighed as you felt the ghost of his hands on your skin, you missed him so much and he truly was something special in your life.

But since he found fame, you had to make do with long FaceTime calls from another hotel room or his rented apartment.

You sighed contently as you heard your phone go off.

It was 11 o’clock in the evening and you’d usually be in bed by this time but Drew always called you every night and you promised you’d always be there every night to answer the phone, even if it was to say a quick goodnight.

You were tired, lying in bed barely keeping your eyes open but you were adamant that you’d speak to Drew before you slept.

So you were overjoyed when the phone rang and you answered it quickly, smiling as you saw your boyfriend’s face light up the screen. He looked so cute, dressed down in a white t-shirt and a pair of casual pants.

Your heart melted as he flashed you one of his usual side smiles, your eyes softening.

“You’re so cute,” you told him, staring at him through the screen as he rambled about his day.

He was keen to tell you everything that happened, the scenes he shot, who he was working with and what the good part and the bad part of the days were.

You listened with a smile on your face, resting your hand on your chin as you let him speak about the things he really loved.

It melted you to see him be so passionate.

There was three things he was this passionate about - work, his family and you.

“You sound sleepy,” you told him as he started slurring his odd word.

“Mmm, a little,” he replied but he was still sure to ask about your day and check and see how things had been for you too.

As you recounted your day, his mind wandered to the last time you were together.

You had decided to fly over to Charleston to be with him for a few days whilst he was filming.

He had had a couple of days off but he had to stay in the city incase he was needed for any last minute filming.

So you headed over to be with him, rather than have him come back to the apartment you shared in LA.

Luckily, he didn’t have to film so the two of you spent the first day in bed just lying with one each other and talking about the most random things.

You sighed as you felt his hand move up under your top, he loved to run his fingers gently over your bare back and you melted every single time you felt his skin on yours.

He was so gentle and you could have honestly stayed there forever just enjoying the feeling of his fingers on your skin.

“I love you,” he murmured, pressing his lips against your neck and then your shoulder, pulling your top (well it was his) to the side and kissing your shoulder and collarbone so delicately.

His lips were soft but full and every time he kissed your skin, you just melted into his body even more.

Your legs were tangled between the sheets and between his and you loved how all this contact felt.

You never wanted it to end. As hard as it was being away from him, you knew this was what he wanted and you would do absolutely anything to support his dream.

So these late night FaceTime calls were better than nothing.

“You ok babe?” you asked Drew as you continued to chat about your day aimlessly.

When you looked back at the screen, you quietly laughed as you noticed he had fallen fast asleep.

He looked so peaceful just resting his head on his hand, his eyes closed and you could even hear his breathing had slowed.

You sighed, melting at the sight of your boyfriend fast asleep.

You knew how much he had struggled to sleep in the past - although his insomnia was a little better now - so there was no way you were going to wake him.

He explained to you in the past that he had a fear of falling asleep in front of other people, which only added to his insomnia issues, so to see him falling asleep in front of you, it made you feel happy even after all of this time.

Not wanting to run his phone down completely of battery, you decided to end the call. You picked your phone up after it had disconnected and sent him a cute goodnight text.

“I love you,” you wrote, “Sleep well. I can’t wait to see you soon.”

You filled the message with lots of heart emojis and pressed send before settling down into bed yourself.

You turned to the side, grabbing your phone to flick through the hundreds of pictures you had with your boyfriend, wishing he was here next to you too.

You found this one video you two had taken in bed once, where you were just leaning into him and filming the pair of you as you cuddled up to one another.

Wearing his top, funnily enough the one he was wearing during your most recent call, you sighed as your mind wandered to the next time you’d be together.

“I love you,” you heard him say in the video as the video version of you giggled at his words and he planted kisses all over your face and shoulder.

“I love you too,” you heard yourself say back to him on the video before you dozed off alone in bed in his T-shirt, wishing you were in his arms instead and hoping it wouldn’t be too long to wait until you could be back with your favourite person.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think!

[pankowperfection]

Massage Therapy (Drew Starkey x Reader)

Summary: After a hard workout with Drew, he helps relieve the soreness from your muscles

Warnings: fluffy smut, oral (fem receiving), oral (implied male receiving)

A/N: My first Drew Starkey smut, hope you like it!

Drew had been working out hard in the gym lately. His muscles were even more defined than when you started dating a few months ago. Watching his body transform to be even better than before motivated you to make changes as well. He was more than happy to have you tag along to the gym; showing you the ropes, spotting you when needed, cheering you on as you got stronger each week.

You secretly loved watching him lift, muscles flexing and sweat dripping down his sculpted body. When he picked up particularly heavy weights, he would let out grunts from the effort that sounded super similar to the sounds he made in the bedroom. Drew also loved catching you staring, pushing himself even harder to show off for you.

One Saturday after a particularly grueling workout with his trainer, you both were extremely sore. You headed back to your shared apartment to shower, putting on sweats to cuddle together on the couch and watch TV. With your legs laying over his lap, you leaned your head down to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Can we just stay like this forever?" you asked, content to be in his arms and breathing in his intoxicating scent. He nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling deeply before kissing the top of your head. "Happy to spend the whole day with you y/n." He gave you a tight squeeze, tilting up your head to give you a peck on the lips, movement making you realize how sore you were. "Ugh babe, I can literally feel my heartbeat in my muscles. I'm not gonna be able to move tomorrow," you said with a laugh. "I can give you a massage if you want?" the cutest smile spreading across his face. "Really? You don't mind?" "Of course not baby girl, go lay down on the bed I'll be right there."

You stripped off your shirt, laying face down on the bed in just your bra and comfy shorts. You felt the bed dip as he crawled up over you, sitting down just below your ass. "Where does it hurt babe?" "Honestly, everywhere Drew," you huffed out. "Well we can't have that. Let me make my girl feel good." He started at your neck, strong fingers kneading down into your muscles. You let out a groan, his touch both hurting and feeling good at the same time. He worked his way down over your shoulders, using some of his body weight for leverage to massage deeper. 'How's that sweetheart?" "So good Drew. If acting doesn't work out I think you could be a massage therapist. Please don't stop." He let out a chuckle before continuing down your back. He slid down your thighs, giving himself more room to work before he started kneading into your lower back with his knuckles.

His hands moved to your waistband, tugging your shorts down to expose your plump cheeks. "Drew! What are you doing?" "I can't massage you as good through your clothes, just want to make you feel better baby." His hands slid up to cup your ass, slowly starting to massage each cheek. As his hands dipped lower, you let out a moan. He smirked to himself, getting just the reaction he wanted. Scooting further down to sit between your ankles, he began rubbing patterns into the backs of your thighs, being sure to tease as close to your covered pussy as possible without actually touching it. He was slowly driving you crazy, causing you to writhe around underneath him.

He turned you over onto your back, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You tangled your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you. "Feeling better now?" he trailed his fingers down your body between your breasts while waiting for your answer. "Almost, I think there's one place you haven't touched yet that still aches." "Here?" he asks, blue eyes twinkling as he massages your breast. "Not quite baby, lower." your voice husky with need. He slides his hand lower, ghosting over your stomach before coming to rest over your panties. He could feel how wet you were through the thin lace. "Is this the right spot?" he waited, wanting you to say it before he continued. "Fuck, Drew please. Touch me."

He pulled your panties to the side, fingers sliding into your wet folds, stroking up and down a few times as he leaned down to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth, thrusting your hips upwards to try to get some friction on your throbbing clit. He took the hint, bringing his thumb up to circle over the sensitive bundle of nerves. "My pretty girl, you're so wet for me," he cooed out. He kissed his way down your body, stopping just above your mound to look up at your pleasure-drunken face. "Watch me sweetheart, want you to see me making you feel good." As soon as your eyes met his, he leaned down and started leaving opened mouth kisses against your pussy. You fought the urge to close your eyes, feeling of his lips wrapped around you sending fire through your veins. He sucked your clit into his mouth, slowly flicking it with his tongue while trapping it lightly between his teeth. Your back arched off the bed, crying out his name, hand tangling into his hair to have something to hold onto. As you started to clench on his fingers he increased the pace, pumping in and out of you faster as he flicked your clit over and over again. "Oh god Drew, I'm gonna cum." "Let me have it baby, you taste so sweet." He moaned against you, vibrations sending you over the edge. Your thighs shook, clamping around his head as you rode out your high. He pulled away, face glistening with your release.

Coming back up beside you, he flopped down onto the bed. You curled into his side, stretching up to give him a kiss as a thank you. "You're the best Drew, I love you." You rested your head in the crook of his neck, waiting for your breathing to return to normal. "I love you too sweetheart." You glanced down your bodies, prominent bulge jutting out from his grey sweatpants. "You want some help with that handsome?" you asked while sliding your hand down to stroke him, his eyes sliding closed at the pleasure. "If you don't mind," he says with a smile. You were determined to show him just how much you didn't mind, already working your way down his body.

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[fivelakesinwriting]

Hi babes, so to fuel our drew/rafe obsession, I think we can all agree drew is a boobs guy like no one can tell me different.

He just likes to lay on them when he’s sleeping or y’all are cuddling or when their watching a movie he has his arm over their shoulder with his hand on their boob 😏. pls i need a blurb on this and i feel like you could write this perfectly

-💫

Author's Notes: I see him as an ass man, honestly - but that could be because I am all ass, with ample boobs. But for you - anything, my friend. Also...I want this... Let me know what you think if you have a moment! If this was your request, I hope you love it. Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: None really. Fluff. Sexual references - sexual innuendos (just lots of touching)

Requested? Yes! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

They both felt so lazy that day. If it wasn't evident by the blankets strewn about the apartment in a trail from room to room, it was certainly made apparent in the way they lounged about. Limbs stretched across furniture, oversized clothes on as the rain dropped heavily against the windows the apartment.

"Sweetie." Drew mumbled into the top of her head, hair messy from never being brushed that day. He ran his fingertips up the back of her shirt along her warm skin and held her flush against him.

"Yeah?" She replied into the crease of his neck, fingertips running through his gold chain. He felt her eyelashes tickle his neck, so he knew she had not fallen back asleep quite yet.

"I'm getting hungry." Drew stated softly as his fingertips traced soft patterns over her back, and down her spine. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her sweatpants and gave a long exhale as she sat up to straddle his hips.

"I don't think we have a lot here, baby. Probably have to order something, it's yucky out there." She replied as she pressed her palms to his chest for leverage as she tried to look out the door of the balcony.

Drew reached his hands up under her sweater, which he immediately noticed was his, and filled his hands with her bare breasts beneath. He took notice of the shivers on her stomach, and along her neck as he softly palmed at her ample flesh, thumbs brushing over her nipples every so often.

"Whatever you like. You pick this time." Drew whispered with a soft smile up at her with a soft bounce of her breasts in his hands.

"Don't! I can't focus when you do that." She whined with a soft laugh as she pulled his hands out of her shirt by his elbows, making him smirk.

"Fine. Keep my hands to myself." Drew mumbled with a grin as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his eyes on any bit of her exposed skin he could get.

"Stop looking at me like that." She shivered, her eyes closed as she slowly climbed off the much larger man and stood on unsteady feet.

"Like what?" Drew laughed as he reached for her thighs with his paw-like hand to try and pull her back. He most certainly was not done cuddling and touching.

"Like you're going to take my clothes off, and I'm not gonna get to eat food. I know that look, Starkey. Sit on your hands or something." She laughed while she wrapped her hand around his thick wrist in a lame attempt to move his hands away from her.

"Don't have a look." Drew grumbled while he reluctantly pulled his hands off his girlfriend once more and watched her backside as she walked away from him, towards the kitchen to look over takeout menus.

"You do have a look, and you've been giving me that same look since our first date." She called to him over her shoulder as she reached the kitchen, standing on her toes to reach the menus that were placed on top of the refrigerator.

Before she could ask him, Drew was up off of the couch and in the kitchen standing behind her, easily reaching above her head to grab the small pile of takeout menus and handing them to her. He pressed a kiss to the top of his short girlfriend's head and gave her backside a soft pat before he turned around to check his phone that had been charging. He checked his few messages and emails while he heard his girl hum and haw as she looked through the menus. He quickly sent a handful of replies then switched his phone back off.

"I think we should just go with the usual." Drew stated softly as he took the few steps over to his girl, standing behind her. His right arm wrapped around her, his hand reaching beneath her shirt again to palm at her breast while his left hand reached for a weathered Thai food menu, covered in wine stains and spilled sauce from favoured dishes.

"Because delivery takes over 30 minutes and you have a look on your face?" She questioned as she leaned back, succumbing to his affections as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face and his thumb ghosted over her nipple once.

"This is just my face." Drew scoffed, lips pressed to her temple as he pulled her back against him.

"It's distracting."

"You're distracting." Drew mumbled as he dropped the menu back on the counter and wrapped his other arm around his girlfriend to give her a loving squeeze.

"Order me food, Starkey. I'm hungry." She laughed, her arms folded over to squeeze at his biceps as he kissed her face over and over again. He grabbed her inside her sweater once more before he pulled his hands off his girlfriend and accepted her phone, their favourite Thai food place already dialed and at the ready.

"Tell them to bring you extra rice and that sauce you like if you go wait for me in bed with your clothes off." Drew nodded, eyebrows raised, just as the nasally voice of the teen on the other end of the phone greeted him.

"I was gonna do that any way!" She whispered to him as she unzipped the sweater that had belonged to him, dropped it to the floor, and raised her shoulders in a small shrug.

"Go." Drew stated under his breath with a snap of his fingers, pointing towards the bedroom down the hall and watched as she all but skipped away from him.

Drew shook his head, running his fingertips through his hair as he waited impatiently for this kid on the other end of the phone to give him the time and total amount of their food.

"That'll be about 50 minutes for delivery , Mr. Starkey. Sorry. We're busy tonight."

No worries, kid.

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