#drew starkey is daddy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

prettybabyyyy · 4 months

Text

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.”

#babys thoughts 💭#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagine #rafe smut #outerbanks rafe #rafe coded #smut #drew starkey <33 #drew starkey smut #rafe is so daddy #daddy!rafe x reader #daddy!rafe cameron #daddy!rafe

1K notes · View notes

rafesthroatbaby · 22 days

Text

💦💦💦💦

#omggg woke up to THIS #Movies in my head🤤#Beach fantasy💦#ughhhh how hard i’d ride his shit🤤🥲#drew starkey #rafe Cameron #wet daddy

483 notes · View notes

barbiiecams · 1 month

Text

sugardaddy!rafe who’s also older than you omg… you’re around 20-21 while he’s 30. it’s not bad, but it’s definitely not something people saw coming. some people thought it was wrong with what was going on, others actually envied you. but none of that ever mattered. you’ve made him the happiest he’s been in a while and vice versa. everything is so perfect for you, because that’s the only thing rafe wants (and it keeps you happy of course.)

being the girl you are, you have a big thing for keeping in touch with the latest clothing. and when you set your eyes on that cartier love bracelet… best believe it was gonna be yours.

you gasped at the beautiful sight on your screen. just happening to be laid back on the couch, in your favorite robe, that was covering your lace lingerie, doing some online shopping, it came up on your screen.

falling in love weren’t even the words for how you felt. rafe was in his office doing whatever boring work he always does. he told you not to distract him too much, but this was a bracelet you HAD to have. so, you got up to go see if he was all that busy.

making your way with the macbook in your hands, you already can hear him yell at someone over the phone from down the hall.

“are you fucking dumb? i said you will pay me by TONIGHT. or you know what the consequences will be.” it seemed like his voice was getting louder each word.

“you’re not listening, man. i don’t give a shit if-” at this point, you’ve actually made it to the door. he’s pacing and fuming around the room, then he spots you. he holds up a finger, mouthing you to wait a minute. but this bracelet? couldn’t wait at all.

“it’s important!” you whisper-yell. he ignores you, and that makes you even more impatient. he still continues to pace, getting angrier at whatever’s being said on the other side of the phone.

knocking on the door to grab his attention again, he takes a deep breath. “if you don’t get that shit sent by 12 am, that’s your ass tomorrow morning.” rafe says in a lower tone, but still very stern voice. you felt bad to whoever he threatened. there’s never been a single time rafe hasn’t done what he said he’s going to do when it comes to hurting people.

he hangs up immediately after and motions for you to walk in as he sits back down. “you know i’m busy baby, what is it?”

you needed to butter him up a bit, simply because you could still see the smoke coming out from his ears. “are you okay, honey? i can tell youre still pretty upset.”

discreetly trying to set the macbook down with it angled as if it meant nothing, you then walked to the back of his chair where he sat and started rubbing his shoulders. of course, he relaxed at your touch.

“don’t worry about it babe. just stress work.” he sighs. you leaned down to kiss on his neck. his eyes are shut as he loves all this affection, but he chuckles.

“someone must want something.” he says.

“i can’t just love on my man?” you faked innocent.

“oh you do that enough, but i see the macbook you brought with you.” he responds. you gave him one last kiss.

“it’s just a little something i saw.”

“oh yea? how little is it?”

you reached over to pick up the laptop. opening it so he can fully see the screen, the gorgeous 18k gold band with diamonds all over it popped up.

“that’s real gorgeous baby.” his eyebrows raised.

“i know! wouldn’t it look so perfect on me?” you suggested.

“it would,” he started to pat his clothing for his wallet, “what will i get out of this though?” he teases.

“well, just imagine how much better my hands will look when i hold onto you, and how well it will look up close when i give you a blowie.” you reply seductively. for a second, it looks like he’s really trying to imagine it.

by now, you know he feels his wallet. but he likes to play with you at times. “i don’t know if you need it,”

“pleaseee rafey! i really do! haven’t got a new bracelet in soo long.” you started to beg.

“58,000 for this? shit i could buy you a new purse with that.” he chuckles again. he could buy you purses worth a lot more than that but you know, who’s keeping track?

you took a seat on his lap and straddled him. “please? i’ll be such good girl. y’can use me however, whenever. doesn’t matter what you want. i would just love to have this bracelet though.” he was a fool for your doe eyes, so that was the weapon you were trying to use.

he just smirked in your face. the both of you knew he liked to hear you beg. “i don’t know..” he says which makes you internally flip out.

you threw your face in the crook of his neck and made it sound like you were getting emotional. “please rafe!! it’s so pretty.”

he lets out a laugh then starts stroking your back and swaying a little. “i’m just joking baby, of course you can have it.” that’s all you needed to hear to perk up again, and give him the deepest smooch.

“thank you, handsome.”

“you’re welcome, spoiled.” he says before slapping one of your cheeks. “gonna buy it right now, but i got some more work to do so i’ll be with you in a minute. want you stripped down with legs open, yea?”

whatever rafe says, most definitely goes. “yes, daddy.”

521 notes · View notes

drewstarkeydaily · 4 months

Text

HE IS MINE NOT Y’ALLS MINEEEE

#my man my daddy my rich bf my sugar daddy #drew starkey x imagine #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #drew starkey x reader #outerbanks rafe #drew starkey x y/n #drewstarkeydaily #rafe obx

800 notes · View notes

pradabambie · 4 months

Text

I'M DEAD I DIED I'M NO LONGER ALIVE

#daddy sorry daddy sorry daddy sorry #im foaming at the mouth #rafe cameron #rafe #obx #drew starkey

439 notes · View notes

cameronspecial · 4 months

Text

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.

Masterlist

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

#daddy drew #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #dad!drew #dad!drew starkey #dad! drew #dad! drew starkey #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey fic #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey oneshot

408 notes · View notes

rafescurtainbangz · 12 days

Text

boyfriend

#FAWK #Rafe come home #daddy daddy daddy #drew starkey #rafe cameron #rafecore #outer banks #obx

328 notes · View notes

rafedaddy01 · 28 days

Text

Rough

Warnings: riding, choking, mentions of smut, 18+, sensitive content, dom!rafe, shy!reader, smut, unprotected sex

A/N: if anyone has any requests, my inbox is empty 😌

When she asks rafe to choke her while she’s riding him. She expects him to say no, her ex always made her feel self conscious about her kinks.

“Fuck yes, oh fuck yes” he groans as you ask him.

“I don’t mean just grabbing my throat. I want to feel only you fucking me. Can you do that for me?” She asks nervously.

“If it becomes too much or you feel like you might pass out, tap my chest. Okay?” She nods her head, ready to experience the pleasure she craves.

His hand moves to her neck and rubs along her collarbone before wrapping it all the way around her throat and squeezing. He ups the thrusts, pounding into her. Blood thumps in her ears as he squeezes even tighter.

“Relax baby” he whispers softly into her ear. She relaxes as he loosens his hold slightly. “Breathe in a little for me, princess” she does as he says before he closes his hand around her throat again, this time tighter.

Taglist

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

892 notes · View notes

rafesveryrealgf · 1 year

Note

Request for lavender sunflower, a v clingy son to Rafe🥺

a/n: your wish is my command :)

Lavender Sunflower - Inseparable

Warnings: sad!rafe, soft!rafe, crying

You sometimes envied how attached, Nathan — your first born — was to Rafe. He was attached to Rafe like you carrying him in your womb for nine months meant absolutely nothing to him. But even though you envied it a little bit you still often found yourself cheesing at how much he loved and adored his dad. It was truly adorable.

But today he was extra clingy.

You were six months pregnant with your third baby and had a doctors appointment this afternoon. Rafe went to every single appointment. Today was no different.

You walked into the kitchen, your hand rubbing your swollen belly as you approached your little family, immediately noticing Nathan sitting at the dining table, stuffing his cheeks with pieces of his waffle that sat on a plate in front of him. Kai — your second born — was in his high chair, more-so picking at his food rather than eating it. Your gaze finally fell onto your husband, Rafe. He stood shirtless and in pajama pants in front of the waffle maker that sat on the counter.

“Good morning.” You said. you couldn’t help but smile at the view in front of you.

Rafe turned away from the counter with a plate of food in his hand. “Morning, baby. You hungry?” He asked, which had you nodding instantly.

“Morning, mommy.” Nathan replied, his sentence muffled due to the excessive amount of food in his mouth.

“Hey, be careful, okay? Don’t need you choking.” Rafe kindly scolded him as he brought your plate of food over to the table. “You look like chipmunk.” He added with a light laugh.

You laughed at your son, his cheeks stuffed. “You’re going to Uncle Topper’s today, baby. You excited?” You asked your toddler.

Your three-year-old shook his head in response to you, too busy chewing, unable to speak.

“No? Why’s that?” You questioned. You sat down at the dining table, in front of the food that Rafe placed on the table for you.

He took a few seconds to answer your question, carefully trying to swallow his food.

“Is daddy coming too?” He was finally able to speak.

“No, buddy. I’m going with mommy.” Rafe answered for you. He stood next to your chair with his arm rested on the back of it as he made sure his pregnant wife ate.

“no.” Nathan said, dryly.

“No what?” You asked, looking up at Rafe, hoping he could explain what your son was trying to say.

He just shrugged.

“I want daddy to stay with me.” He huffed and pushed his plate away harshly, almost causing it to spill.

“You know I have to go, buddy. It’s to check up on the baby, to make sure she’s nice and healthy.”

You looked back and forth between your son and Rafe. Not entirely sure what to say.

“Kai is going with you to Uncle Topper’s though, baby.” You said softly.

Nathan shook his head harshly and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, dramatically. Which caused Rafe to slightly chuckle. Kai began chuckling when he saw his dad do it, not knowing why. He was just an oblivious one-year-old which caused you to snort.

“Not funny, mommy.” Nathan furrowed his brows.

“Hey, daddy started it.” You threw your hands up in defense.

“Daddy can laugh,” He replied with an attitude. “Not you.”

“Let’s be nice, Nathan.” Rafe came to your defense.

Nathan huffed one last time then everyone went silent. Besides Kai, who was babbling to himself as he made more of a mess with his food, too young to read the room.

“Let’s get you boys cleaned up and ready to go.” You said, pushing your chair away from the table so you could stand up.

“Can daddy do it?” Nathan asked, attitude still noticeably in his tone.

You sighed and looked back at Rafe, he gave a small smile, knowing that hurt your heart a little bit.

“I’ll get them ready. You just sit and finish eating, baby.” He kissed your temple before walking over to Kai and unbuckling his high chair, then made his way over to Nathan to help him down from his chair.

Rafe walked out of the kitchen with Kai on his hip and holding Nathan’s hand with his free one.

You heart tightened when Rafe looked back at you one last time with a soft, closed mouth smile. You smiled in return then frowned when he looked away to start walking up the stairs.

After the boys were bathed and dressed, Rafe threw on a plain grey t-shirt and khaki pants accessorizing it with his gold chain and a backwards hat. His dirty blond hair peaking through only the front and the back of the hat.

You being exhausted and pregnant, you just threw on black leggings and an oversized shirt — that was Rafe’s, of course. But You didn’t care. And neither would he. If anything he loved seeing his pregnant wife in his clothes.

(…)

Rafe pulled into Topper’s driveway. You were in the passenger seat while Kai and Nathan had both fallen asleep in the backseat.

The whole car ride was fairly silent. With your mind still lingering on the way Nathan had treated you this morning.

“Can you wake Nathan up? I’ll get Kai’s car seat.” Rafe questioned. To which you nodded.

“Yeah.”

You both stepped out of the car, Rafe made his way around the car and as did you. You unbuckled Nathan and slightly nudged him awake.

“Hi, baby. We’re here.” You whispered.

Nathan — being a light sleeper, instantly fluttered his eyes open.

“Can daddy bring me inside?” was the first thing he said and you frowned at that.

“No, buddy. You gotta walk, he’s carrying Kai in the car seat.” You shook your head slightly.

“I want daddy.” He shook his head and crossed his arms, the same way he did this morning.

When you looked up, Rafe was already making his way up to Topper’s house With the car seat in one hand and the diaper bag in the other.

“Rafe!” You called out.

He turned, tilting his chin upwards at you.

“Nathan won’t get out unless you get him.” You said.

He immediately made his way back to the car and sat Kai’s car seat down on the ground along with the diaper bag.

“You okay to grab that?” He said, pointing towards the car seat.

“Yeah, “ you said softly, sighing in defeat.

You moved out of Rafe’s way, walking over to get Kai and watched as Nathan’s face lit up at his dad.

“Hi, buddy.” Rafe smiled back at his son, picking him up.

You couldn’t lie. You didn’t love the way Rafe ignored how Nathan was acting. But you said nothing.

Nathan nuzzled his face into Rafe’s neck. Rafe picked up the diaper bag, not wanting you to struggle carrying both the diaper bag and the car seat.

You still struggled. The car seat was straining your arm as you walked up Topper’s long driveway. One hand sat on your stomach as the other carried your sleeping son in his car seat.

Rafe stopped walking and turned around, letting you catch up to him. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine.” You smiled, trying to hide the fact that you already were out of breath.

“Okay.” A smirk appeared on his lips as he tried not to laugh.

He definitely noticed you were out of breath.

Once you both got to Topper’s front door, Rafe set down the diaper bag and knocked three times. Alex — Topper’s girlfriend — quickly came to the door.

A big smile appeared on her face when she saw Rafe holding Nathan.

She loved Nathan and Nathan loved her.

“Hi! didn’t know you guys were coming,” She said cheerfully. “Come in.” She jerked her head and opened the front door all the way.

“Aunt Alex!” Nathan quickly picked his head up from his dads neck and waved at her.

“Hi squirt!” She replied, waving back.

Rafe picked up the diaper bag from off the ground. “Yeah, Top offered to watch the kids.” Rafe replied, walking into the house first then making his way into the living room. “We have a doctors appointment.”

You stepped through the door way just as Alex pulled you in for a hug. You used your free arm to hug her sideways and once you both pulled away you both made your way into the living room. Rafe was talking to Topper, Nathan still in Rafe’s arms.

“I’m sorry I wish we could stay.” You sincerely say, slightly frowning at Alex.

“Don’t be sorry, Y/n. We can visit another time.” Alex reassured you, giving you a genuine smile as she rubbed your arm up and down.

Rafe walked over to the couch to set Nathan down but he clung to his dad for dear life. “Daddy no!” He yelled, making you and Alex shift your attention to them.

Kai jerked awake, his eyes wide when you looked down at him. He began to cry at the loud sound so you kneeled to the floor to unbuckle him and pick him up.

Rafe quickly glanced at you and Kai. “Stop- look, you just woke up your brother,” Rafe pleaded with your son who had both of his arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck. “Let go, okay?”

Alex and Topper stood silently looking at what was going on. Not quite sure what to say.

You were stressed with Kai now crying and Nathan not letting go of Rafe.

“I want you to stay daddy!” He cried.

Rafe jerked his head from underneath his sons arms, his hat falling off in the process.

“I can’t, buddy. You know this.” His face was red and his hair was now messy. “Please don’t do this to me.. Making me feel bad.” He pleaded with Nathan once again.

Nathan was his first born. His weakness.

Your heart tightened at Rafe’s tone of voice as you stood holding Kai. Nathan was hysterically crying, his bottom lip jutting out as he cried to his dad. He extended his arms out to Rafe.

“Take me with you,” He cried. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“I can’t, Nate. No kids allowed in the back rooms, buddy.”

You could tell Rafe was overusing the word ‘buddy’ to try and comfort Nathan.

“One more hug before me and mommy leave, okay?” Nathan nodded as Rafe leaned forward to pick Nathan up. Nathan folded his arms around Rafe’s neck like before, and laid his head on Rafe’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, buddy.”

You were sad for Nathan. He didn’t know any better. He didn’t understand why kids couldn’t go everywhere adults could.

“We gotta go now, okay?” Rafe said, slowly sitting Nathan back on the couch.

Nathan sniffled a few more times then tilted his head down. Nathan’s little hands were fidgeting in his lap as Rafe kissed his temple “I’m sorry.” He whispered in his ear before slowly leaning back up.

He grabbed his hat from off the couch then turned around to face you, Topper and Alex who had watched the whole thing silently. You frowned at him but said nothing.

“Ready to go?” Rafe said softly.

You nodded before walking over to Nathan. “We love you, Nate. We’ll be back before you know it.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek.

No reaction. No reply.

You leaned back up and handed Kai — who had finally calmed down, to Alex as you and Rafe silently made your way out of the, now, quiet home.

#obx #outerbanks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafecameron #topper thornton #drew starkey #dad!rafe #soft!rafe #rafe is daddy #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe series

1K notes · View notes

rafesthroatbaby · 6 months

Text

SLUT ME OUTTTTT

#drew starkey #slutty daddy #throaat babyyyy throaat babyyy🍆💦#MAKE ME CHOKEE #I WANNA SIT ON HIS FACE #holy molyyyy #😮‍💨💦💦💦#i NEED smut y’all go go goooo #drew starkey smut #rafe smut #rafe cameron

585 notes · View notes

rafecameronsmistress · 2 months

Text

“i know baby, i know it hurts, im sorry” rafe grunts in your ear as he fucks you raw from the back, the sound of his hips slamming onto your ass is deafening

your hair is twisted up in his fist, eyes flowing with tears, body being absolutely battered by his needy cock

he had a bad day and looked to you for relief, you’d do anything to help him but some days he really took it out on you

“ahh f-fuck” his hips stall as he cums inside you, he lays you down on your stomach and places the most gentle kisses down your spine “i love you so much, you know that?” you nod your head too choked up to speak

he moves your hair from your face and wipes your tears “so, so much my perfect girl” then he kisses your forehead and covers you with the blankets before leaving the bedroom..

#fanfic #fem reader #obx fanfiction #outer banks #obx smut #smut #outer banks smut #rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #rough kink #rough daddy #roughfuck

333 notes · View notes

lovesphases · 2 months

Text

i need this man so bad it’s not even funny. i’m on the floor crying and throwing up. just 5 min with him…

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #obx fic #the brainrot is real #daddy asf #professional yapper

226 notes · View notes

cameronspecial · 5 months

Text

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.

Masterlist

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.

———

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

#daddy drew #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fic

385 notes · View notes