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cameronspecial · 3 months
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Teach Me To Shave, Daddy
Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.5K
Summary: Tristan shows interest in shaving.
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Drew stands in front of the mirror with his razor in his hand. The shaving cream slides off as the blades cut through the tiny strands of hair. He places the head of the razor into the water to shake off the puffy white foam. He thinks nothing of the footsteps approaching the bathroom, thinking his wife is just coming to get something. Maybe she is getting the dirty laundry from the hamper. “What are you doing, Daddy?” a tiny voice calls out. The razor lowers from his face and he looks over to see Tristan. The boy’s shirt is slightly big and stained with red blotches from breakfast. His hair is brushed downwards by his mother. His eyes are wide with curiosity. Drew sets the shaving tool down on the counter, “I’m shaving, Tris.” “Why?” the inquisitive boy asks.
“It’s what daddies do to get rid of their beards.” 
“Can you teach me to shave, Daddy? Please.” 
Drew smiles at his son and nods. He picks up his son, placing him on the counter beside the sink. He holds up the can of shaving cream and a razor, “This is a razor. It has little knives at the top to cut the hair. This is shaving cream. It helps stop the small knives from cutting your skin. I’m going to put some cream on your face, but I’m not giving you a razor. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Okay?” The young dirty blond nods. Drew looks around the room to see what they can use as a fake razor. His eyes land on Y/N’s jade roller and goes to get it. Once he hands it to his son, he squirts some foam into his hand and gives his son a little beard. He points to the little boy’s reflection in the mirror, causing Tristan to giggle at the sight. “I look like you now, Daddy!” he exclaims. Drew’s head bobs, “You do and a little like Santa.” The father turns toward the mirror again. He brings the razor back to his face, “Daddy is going to start at the top of the foam and slowly go down. Now, you try with your razor.” Drew watches as Tristan sets the roller on his face and rolls it down to his chin, bringing the white puff with it. “Like that Daddy?” Tristan seeks approval. “Yep and then you wash the razor off in the water and do it again,” he explains, demonstrating what he said. 
The boys repeat the task until all the bubbly substance is off their faces. Drew pats a little aftershave on the boy’s cheeks and chuckles at the look of satisfaction on his face. “Let’s go show, Mommy,” Drew suggests. He picks his son up and carries him to the living room where Y/N and Millie are watching TV. “Look, Mommy. I shaved,” Tristan cries for attention. “Wow, you look amazing. I have to say, your moustache was driving me crazy,” she jokes. Millie examines both their faces and untangles herself from he mother’s hold to run to her father. “I want to shave too!” she informs, reaching her arms up to be picked up. He takes her into his arms with her brother, “Of course, you can learn. To the bathroom.” He turns to head back to the bathroom with both of his children. A grin crosses his face when he hears his wife’s footsteps follow. “Don’t leave Mommy behind.”
Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @victory-in-the-llama @starkowswife @drewsmusee
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drewstarkeyslut · 4 months
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he can have my babies + he would be the best dad ever, that’s all i know🥹
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Myles making Daddy Drew proud with an impressive win on NXT Level Up
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-`✮ | 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘆 ⤷𝘤𝘸: 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 (2𝘹 once to the vagina 👀), 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨,
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drew nearly drops his toothbrush as you step out of the shower. your soft glowy skin dripping with warm water. "morning baby! didn't notice you were in here." you don't seem to notice the effect your stunning body has on your boyfriend as you wrap a plush white towel around you.
"c'mere." drew quickly finishes brushing his teeth and traps you between him and the bathroom sink. "what's up, drew?" you tilt your head up to look at him. "you're just so pretty, honey." he kisses you soft, trailing kisses down your vanilla scented skin.
you giggle as he unwraps your towel, slowly kissing your tits. "i don't have a lot of energy right now baby." you run your hand over his buzzed hair. "i know baby. you've been working so hard lately. can I just make you feel good?"
once you nod, he gets on his knees in front of you, throwing your towel to the side. he looks lovingly at your recently shaved cunt, all pink and wet for him. his thumb slowly circling your clit. he slips three fingers into your mouth as he gently licks up and down your pussy.
your eyes get cloudy as you begin to choke on his fingers, moaning softly. just as you begin to enjoy the feeling, drew pulls his fingers out. just as your about to wine about it, he slaps your gummy hole, drawing a sweet whimper from you.
his fingers bury themselves into you as he eats your cunt like it's his last meal. he pumps his fingers into you, making a disgustingly lewd noise. he pushes his face into you, lapping at your clit. you throw your head back, the sensation so pleasing you can't even moan. all you can do is gasp and whimper.
"fuck drew!" you push his head deeper into you, grinding against his mouth. he slaps your ass, kneading the supple flesh. he replaced his fingers with his tongue, moving his hand to your ass.
you feel your orgasm approaching quickly as he shoved his tongue deeper into you. your eyes roll back as you come undone on his tongue.
you look down, gasping for air. the lower part of his face is covered in your slick. you smile and say "thank you, baby."
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ho3forfakeguys · 1 year
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Drew
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just pictures of drew
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axelwolf8109 · 1 year
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Please please please tell me someone gif'ed Pete pushing Drew around the ring. It was so cute and funny
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rafeysdoll · 19 days
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“do you still like me?” you sniffle, looking at your boyfriend pitifully. deep frown tugged on your lips at the burning sensation on your butt, having been on the receiving end of rafe’s punishing hand.
you were a good girl— really. but of course, like any other.. you had your days. times where you were too stubborn or too whiny for him to just let slide.
“i love you, baby. you jus’ piss me off when you think you know better than what i tell you.” he calmly confesses, rubbing over your red bum. “really pisses me off when my girl that i know i taught well acts clueless.”
you whimper at his words, black mascara induced tears dripping down your face— ruining your blush. “said i was sorry daddy!” you whine, reaching for his hand and holding it with your own two.
he only hums, his indifference to your pleading poking at your esteem.
he sighs before he licks his lips, smacking them. “y’know how to make it up to me, don’t you?” he questions, blue irises filled with lust.
you nod eagerly, relaxing immediately at his offer of chance to forgive you. “of course,” you submit, moving off his lap to get on your knees in front of him.
you hope your nose touching against his pelvic bone as drool falls down your chin, cock being pushed all the way to the back to your throat makes up for your rebellion.
click here for a gif to get an illustration of rafe spanking u ^_^
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The fact that this is exactly what happened tho 😂
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prettybabyyyy · 3 months
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okay, but rafe fucking you infront of a mirror would go smth like…
Big palms were kneading at your thighs, keeping them spread open, wide enough so you could see yourself, and him— watching through the oval mirror of your vanity, chair barely accepting the both of you at once, you on top and him below, though you knew where the dominance was held.
His coos were sickly sweet, honeyed and warm, sponging against the shell of your ear when he spoke, the quick flick of his tongue sending shivers down your spine. “Look at you,” he hummed, a little chuckle punctuating his speech while he raised a hand to keep your gaze on yourself, strong and heavy, not letting it flick elsewhere.
“already fucked out— pussy’s just droolin’ f’me, isn’t she?” You’re eyes were hooded, glazed over and completely glassy, tears ebbing at the constant jabs to your sweet spot— and you watched, so transfixed on the way his cock rutted into you, even from the awkward position and you could see the obscene little dribbles that squelched out around his cock and pooled onto the chair, your slick dripping, getting wetter and wetter with each inward thrust. “Now you can see what I see, honey—” he spoke, so condescending it had you clenching hard.
“See how pretty and pathetic you get when daddy’s got his cock in you.” You whined, clutching at the sides of his thighs, nails clawing and dragging crimson lines while he fucked into you. “‘Cause you’re a daddy’s girl, ain’t ya, honey? All f’me and no one else.” You nodded, babbling little hints Ohdaddyplease quick when it left your lips, leaving you breathless and panting when he grinned and chuckled at how inebriated you were from his pretty cock. It was so big, stretching you open and splitting you in half, you could see the way your pussy accommodated him, stretching around him, thankfully your wetness made it easier to slide in, soaked and saturated, slick enough to have very little resistance and he’d cooed at you once he got all the way in- balls deep.
“Takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ.” He moaned, mouthing at your neck and puckering his lips around any piece of skin he could find, suckling it between his lips and pulling away with a lewd ‘pop’. “My girl deserves a gold medal, hm? This sweet little pussy does too.” Your cheeks were searing, warming from his filthy words, tucking your chin against your chest, bashful and vulnerable with his gaze always on you. “Nuh uh—” he scolded, brows furrowed and stern, grabbing at your cheeks and squeezing, easing you to look back at your reflection and watch your lips jut out into a forced pout.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, baby— m’balls deep and you wanna act like a little prude?” Your gaze jutted down to the thick ring of arousal that soaked the base of his cock, coating the course hair that littered there too— you were creaming him. “That’s not how it works, honey, I know how much you wan’ it.”
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cameronspecial · 4 months
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Cooking With Daddy
Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.7K
Summary: Cooking dinner stresses Y/N out so much, especially when she has to watch over the kids. So Drew takes it upon himself to help his wife out.
A/N: Inspired by this video.
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After giving birth to Tristan, Y/N feels exhausted all the time. Taking care of a newborn and a toddler is very demanding. Luckily, Y/N and Drew have each other to help each other out. Drew knows cooking dinner is one of the things that stresses Y/N out, so he decides to take it into his own hands. “Take a nap, Sweetheart. You woke up early with the kids this morning,” Drew orders, helping her back on the mattress. She shakes her head with sleepy eyes, “No. I can’t. I have to make dinner. It’s my turn.” Drew kisses her forehead. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of it. Now, go to sleep,” he instructs. He pulls the blanket over her drowsy body and kisses her again once he sees she listens to his demands. As he heads toward the kitchen, Tristan’s soft cries reach his ears. The door yawns as Drew pushes his way into the baby’s room. 
“Hey, bud. What’s wrong? Do you need a new diaper?” Drew questions, picking his son up to check if it is soiled. The diaper is clean so he brings the child close to his chest. “Are you hungry?” Drew checks to see if Tristan will root his finger, but the infant doesn’t, meaning he probably isn’t hungry. Being in Drew’s arms seems to soothe the baby and this leads the father to conclude that his son just wanted some attention. 
Drew leaves the room and closes the door, heading to the kitchen. He finds Millie on the floor of the living room. The little girl is colouring in her Frozen colouring book. “Mills, do you want to help Daddy cook dinner?” Drew asks his daughter. She pops off the floor with a smile and nods. She runs over to her father, dragging her stool beside him. Drew moves his arm under Tristan’s butt and the baby curls into his father’s hold. “What should we make for dinner?” Millie takes a second to think about it. “Mac and cheese!” she announces with her arms thrown in the air. He chuckles at her excitement and goes to get the ingredients he needs for the pasta dish. He instructs Millie to cut the cheese with the butter knife while he gets to work with boiling the pasta. It would be easier to do the task if he put Tristan down, but the babe would cry every time he tried to put him in the crib.  
The pasta is boiling and Drew goes to check on Millie. He sees the mix-match sizes of cheese cubes and pride floods him. She is becoming such an independent child. “You are working so hard, Millie. Good job,” he praises, kissing her cheek. She beams up at her father and gets back to focusing on her work. 
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About twenty minutes later, Y/N wakes up in a dark bedroom. She sits up and rubs the sleep from her eyes. Her stomach starts to grumble, so she goes to check on Drew’s progress with dinner. Finding her little family cooking dinner together makes her heart bloom with love. “There you go. Very good mixing skills, Mills. Just a little bit slower so you don’t get hurt with what splashes out,” Drew advises. One arm holds up Tristan and the other one is around Millie’s shoulders, helping her stir. Y/N spots the cheese and pasta and can piece together what they are making. She rounds the corner, placing a kiss on her children’s head before resting her chin on Drew’s shoulder, “This looks very good. Is it almost ready?” Drew turns his head to kiss her cheek. “Almost, Sweetheart. Look at all of Millie’s hard work,” he informs. Millie grins up at her mother, “Mommy, try some!” He scoops some up onto the spatula and blows on it to cool it down. 
He brings it to her mouth, letting her take a bite. Y/N hmms in satisfaction. “This is very good, My Love. You did such a good job. Let me set the table and we can eat,” Y/N acclaims, heading over to the pantry to get the plates out. Being a parent can be hard, but when she does it with Drew, it’s all worth it. 
Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @nonbullshit-toleratingkindagirl
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koszmarnybudyn · 8 days
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They are married²
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alien-bluez · 1 month
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Lark can't handle nice things, and as he says "always fucks it up."
Drew a scene from this fic here, please please go read it right now!
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cupophrogs · 2 months
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Which of you three is the best fighter?
Also what would you say your guy’s strengths and weaknesses are?
-beep
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“Dogday, easily. Drew prefers to avoid combat, and I am more suited for utility and assisting! I’m not very strong, you see. It isn’t often that any situations come to “throwing hands” as Drew calls it, but should the occasional aggressive stray come up, Dogday becomes all bite and no bark!” (He’s a little protective)
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yuzuuu4 · 1 year
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when you want to clean but he wants to game so you find a balance
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axelwolf8109 · 1 year
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They should make a Highlanders 2.0 with Sheamus and Drew
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macksartblock · 7 months
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I drew this on break bc I couldn’t get it out of my head
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