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"i wanna' get you knocked up..." rafe's hands were gripping your stomach, the plush flesh kneaded between his palms as he bit down on the curve of your shoulder. you could feel the warmth between your thighs, your lips pressed together in an attempt to suppress the obvious effect he was having on your right now. and you'd only hum in response as he'd let one of his hands travel south, his finger pulling at the elastic of your underwear before letting it snap back into place — "gonna' let me fuck a baby into you?". your only response was a sharp nod of the head as you'd feel his palm sweet over the mound of your cunt, the pads of his fingers ghosting over your clit as he watched the way your chest rose and fell, the slight bounce of your tits sending blood straight to his cock as he'd feel the wetness that already coated you. he wouldn't even give you time to adjust before he was pushing two of his fingers inside of you, the intrusion making you groan out his name as your palms steadied yourself on the bathroom counter. the reflection of his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his fingers scissored inside of you made you cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure as your body became riddled with sensation. no matter how much you whined rafe wouldn't let you cum around his fingers, slipping them from out of you with a protest before he brought them to your lips. silently telling you to suck them clean. it'd be the sound of his trousers falling to his ankles with a soft thud that brought you out of your trance, his coated fingers pressed against your spongey tongue as you hummed around them, your body still on fire from being so close to ecstasy. "gonna' give me what i want baby? gonna' be good f'me?" his cock slipping through your soaked folds as you attempted to respond, only for every thought to leave your mind as he'd start to push in. the stretch of your cunt around him driving him close to insanity as he'd push down on the small of your back to help reposition you, not once letting his fingers leave your mouth as he'd edge inch by inch inside of you, "not gonna' let one drop escape, gonna' be filled to the fucking brim"

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mean! rafe who makes you beg for it. sitting you in his lap as you paw at his chest, thumbs dipping over the contours of his muscles as you audibly sigh in protest at being made to ask for it. there was a twinge of shyness that overtook you whenever he made you use your words, his fingers harsh on either side of your cheek as he squeezed until you brought you eyesight to meet his — "you can do better than that baby, spell it out for me". and you'd be trying to rock your hips because the damp patch in your underwear was becoming too overwhelming; only for your efforts to fall short as he'd use his other hand to pitch your hips, a silent way of telling you to stop. there was no denying that rafe would also be getting off on this, his cock aching inside of his briefs as he waited for you to be a big girl and tell him what you wanted. "need you rafe, need you badly—" not being enough for him as he'd tut and draw in a breath, pulling your head forward until you were mere inches from him. only then did you swallow your pride, a quick "need you to fuck me so good rafe, 'till i cry" tumbling from your sore cheeks as he'd loosen his grip, finally satisfied with your answer. 🎀

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bf! rafe who's been desperate to feel your mouth since he left this morning, unbuckling his jeans the second he see's you perched all pretty at the end of your bed completely engrossed in whatever you were scrolling through on your phone. with a few strolls he was in front of you, trousers slack on his hips and his denim covered crotch in your eyeliner. "need you so bad baby— real bad" he'd almost whimper as you'd pout your lips and fiddle with the zipper of his jeans. the mean-guy persona sometimes fizzled out when he was in moods like this; his hand cradling the back of your skull as he looked pushed you down, completely trance like as you rolled a bead of spit in your cheeks before dribbling it in a disgusting manor over his aching cock. and he didn't even need to guide you much — your cheeks hollowed as you took him inch by inch, the warmth of your mouth dragging a low grunt from rafe's throat as he tried his hardest to not close his eyes. the sight was far too hot for him to miss. with a couple bobs of your head you felt tears prick your waterline, the sheer size of his length always being a little struggle for you to accommodate. no matter how you were relieving him. your name was falling from his mouth as rafe hung his head back, careful to not rock his hips too much as he felt you edge closer and closer to the back of your throat. every time you let his cock fall from your lips he hissed, a string of saliva drooling from your mouth as you'd squeeze the base with a mewl before taking him back to where be belonged. 🎀

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"but this is what you wanted angel, wasn't it?" nicholas' grip on your hips didn't soften; neither did the relentless pace of his thrusts as he kept you firmly buried, face first, in the bed. and he was right — you had wanted this. in fact you had begged him practically all day, still worked up from the lazy touches in the morning before you'd both gotten up. and here he was... giving you exactly what you'd wanted. jaw tense he hissed at the way you sucked him in, your walls gripping him in a delicious fashion that only made him groan out a little louder. your own noises were muffled by the sheets, the material sticking to your chin as you felt your saliva puddle beneath you — the sounds were ludicrous, as was the way your cunt clenched with every hard stroke. you wanted to watch his face contort in pleasure but it felt too good to disturb, every limb ignited with the utter-most pleasure as you let your boyfriend use you. 🎀

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pussy drunk! rafe who spends literally hours between the plush of your thighs, his tongue lazily stroking circles over your clit as you squirm and fist the sheets either side of you. your words wore more or less incoherent, his name filling the room as you breathlessly moaned at the way he parted your pretty cunt so he could taste all of you. each slurp of his lips made your back arch from the bed, one hand planted on the round of your stomach as he pressed down. legs clamped around his head you'd struggle to think of anything other than him, his mouth suckling your puffy clit as you swore you saw heaven — the tip of his tongue circling your clenching hole as he waited for you to calm down, almost like a silent threat. if you didn't behave you wouldn't get anything else. 🎀

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the amber hues of the sunlight seeped through the partially drawn curtains, remnants from the night before taking shape in your dress and nicholas' kicked off shoes. sheets barely covered his naked torso, your own body huddled beneath the covers as you watched the way his chest rose and fell with every soft snore.

he looked etheral.

with a gentle hand you reached over, pushing a strand of hair from his eyes as he murmured in a sleepy state, "your hands are freezing..."

there was a chill in the room, a window still pushed open and left on a latch throughout the night. neither of you had noticed in amongst the tangling of your bodies, the consequences now causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin as you pouted playfully. it was payback for him always putting his cold feet on your legs, you figured, closing the space between the two of your bodies.

your lips ghosted his, almost teasingly before you pressed a singular kiss to the tip of his nose, "you know, you really shouldn't invite me on set if you don't want me to react."

voice trailing off you earned a grunt of humour from nicholas. you'd never been behind the scenes when he was filming before, holed up behind the various camera men as you watched him do his thing. with the inside of your cheek bitten raw you knew you wouldn't be able to take it much longer, hands on his stomach as soon as he was done as you gave him the lets go home eyes.

the vicar costume was strewn over the back of your vanity chair, making a mental note to get it dry-cleaned before he had to go back in. you could still taste his mouth on yours, your lips tingling with the thought of how hungry the kisses had felt. laced with the need to have you as close as you could be.

your hips still hurt from where his fingertips had dug into you, thighs still sore from how you'd been spread to accommodate him. his palm soothed over your upper arm as you snuggled into him, enjoying the solace that the morning after always brought.

"i need to get going soon—" nicholas' words were cut off by your lips on his. the kiss was soft, barely even moving at all. but it was enough to know the wind from his lungs and his statement to be forgotten about. a moan escaped his throat as you swallowed it back, your mouth opening against his without any invitation to do so.

if it wasn't for the ringing of his phone you would have contently carried on, losing yourself in the slight roll of his hips as he sighed to himself. pulling back from you was harder than it looked, nicholas' bed head complimenting the blush that had tinged his cheeks. eyebrows knitted he fought with the covers, letting them sit loosely at his hips as he steadied himself on his elbows — cursing as he read the name decorating his phone, "my attention is going to be elsewhere for a while my love but don't worry, i'll make it up to you... soon."

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drew being all over reader at obx premiere and he couldn’t wait until they got home so they sneak off and get caught by one of the cast members😫

you were too caught up in the way drew's fingers felt to realise the noises that were falling from your mouth, head thrown back as you stabilised yourself on the shelf stacked with cleaning products. each thrust of his pointer and middle finger had you spiralling, your dress hiked up as it sat bunched on your hips with your underwear dragged to the side.

"you gotta' be quiet my love..." drew drooled, his teeth nipping at the exposed flesh of your neck. lips clamped together you swallowed back the groans of pleasure that were rumbling in your throat — it was all too much.

this was never on the agenda for the night; the premiere was meant to be filled with laughter and posing for photographs with drew's cast members and fans. but here you were — stuffed into a cleaning closet with drew's fingers knuckle deep inside of you as you struggled to keep yourself together.

it was the dress that had done it for him. the material hugging every part of you deliciously, the colour complementing your skin in a way that made you look ethereal. innocent touches quickly turned to ones that were hungry, drew's voice low and smooth as he ordered you to follow him. you knew deep down that you wouldn't be able to wait until you were home: the slickness between your legs had become hard to ignore as you followed your boyfriend dumbly, chewing the inside of your cheek as your brain fogged with the idea of what was going to happen.

the pad of his thumb was relentless against your clit, rubbing circles and figures of either against the bundle of nerves as he watched the way you came dangerously close to coming undone. you wanted more — your hips rutting in rhythm to his hand as you desperately sought the feeling of more.

his fingers didn't stop even when you heard people outside of the cupboard. nor did they stop their attack on that soft spot inside of you as you barely heard his name being called out, the beating in your ears deafening as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. and he definitely didn't stop as he wrapped his other hand at the base of your throat, incoherently spurring you on to cum — to make his fingers a mess.

it was only when the door handle jiggled and the sound of fists against wood echoed through the thick aired cupboard did he stop his movements altogether. a groan threatened to escape his mouth as he breathed shallowly, your ear tickled by the hot air that escaped his parted lips as you both awaited for the disturbance to pass. but it didn't.

"drew? c'mon, we know you're in there..." in your hazed daze you failed to recognise who it was on the other side of the door, your boyfriends fingers still sucked between your walls as you clenched. once, daringly, before he bit down on your shoulder, his tongue swiping across the thin layer of sweat that had clung to you during your filthy detour. neither of you said anything, not one word, as you listened to the shuffling outside, "we go in in ten minutes— don't be late."

it was a demand more than anything, your chest heaving as you whimpered at the feeling of drew's fingers dragging out of your cunt. you had been so close, vision still blurred as you tried to rearrange your dress in an attempt to hide what had just taken place. with his two fingers pressed between his lips he sucked the remnants of your pleasure, eye's seeking yours as he shot you an apologetic look, seeming somewhat awful at not being able to get you over the finish line. but you didn't care — your thumb stroking the beads of sweat that sat above his brow, giggling at the idea of actually being caught mid-act.

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can you do drew and reader being all cute at the obx 4 premiere. reader is really good friends with the cast and the love her so much!!

eek — first request?! thank you anonnie <3

the feeling in the pit of your stomach sat heavy — your nerves had curled into a ball and you were finding it impossible to ignore and shrug off. drew's palm pressed against the small of your back was the only reminder that you were here and this was really happening.

"and can we have the it couple of hollywood smile for the cameras?" a camera flashed in front of your face, eyebrows knitted together as you suppressed the urge to excuse yourself and never return. since being together this has been your first premiere with drew — his doe-like eyes and pouting lips being the deciding factor in you actually coming tonight.

you'd been prepared: you knew exactly what to expect. except, being here and have it all happening right now had still managed to surprise you. feeling like a deer in headlights you turned your head slightly, lips ghosting the side of drew's face as you hushed your voice, "where are the others?"

before your boyfriend could even answer you heard the contagious laughter of madelyn ring out behind you, followed by the chorus of rudy and madison. lacing your fingers between drew's you spun til l you faced them, their mouths tugged into smiles that made their eyes sparkle.

"the it couple of hollywood? now that's a new one—" rudy's mocks were shushed by madison as you studied the three of them that were opposite you. the clicking of cameras and squeals for adored fans didn't seem to phase them — instead, it felt as though they fed off the attention they were being shown. happily compliant as they posed for photographs, signed posters and tote bags that fans had brought.

despite your mouth opening to protest you were interlinked with madelyn as she shooed you away from drew, your gaze falling over the back of your shoulder as you shot him a warming look. there was a side of you that had started to enjoy this — stifling a giggle as drew's fans hollered out his name. and then yours.

"i am not going to comment on their love life! that is not my business!" madelyn squeezed the inner part of your arm as she weaved you in and out of the various producers and photographers that were littering the carpet. it didn't surprise you that your relationship was a talking topic for everyone there that night — this was the first time you'd ever been this public since making it official.

lost in the conversation you didn't notice your boyfriend sneak up behind you, the feeling of his fingers grazing your hips making you jump slightly before swatting a hand at him. you'd not been keeping track of time, too invested in the behind the scene stories that you were being informed of over glasses of fizz. you'd somehow missed the rest of the cast arriving, all of them migrating towards the doors as everyone eagerly awaited to go inside.

"having fun?" drew tilted his head down, chin resting on the curve of your shoulders as you nodded enthusiastically. his arms snaked further around your waist until they were locked across your stomach, the space between your back and his chest merely inches as he sighed contently, "you look great in this, by the way..."

humming appreciatively you rocked back and forth a few times before ghosting his hands with your own, "it was the one i tried on when we went out to the city, remember?"

and of course drew remembered — he'd done everything in his power to get you to buy that dress a few weeks back. you looked nothing short of a masterpiece in it; the figure hugging material sitting pretty against your skin as his gaze dropped to the neckline that left little to the imagination, "these photo's are going to be everywhere by tomorrow morning."

"we'll get them put on cards for the festive season... my parents would love that!" the both of you swallowed back chuckles, drew's touch leaving yours as he straightened his back and waved his hand once more at the fans that were lined behind the metal gates. without another word shared you took his hand in yours, shooting a smile towards the others as you followed everyone into the event, drew's lopsided grin right behind you.

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criminal minds, drew starkey, horror films, nicholas chavez

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✎ drew starkey ft rafe cameron

closet sex.

premiere cuteness.

mean! rafe.

head.

pussy drunk.

✎ matthew gray gubler ft spencer reid

coming soon.

✎ nicholas chavez ft charlie mayhew

the morning after.

this is what you wanted.