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pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader
cw: suggestive, none else
a/n: had this idea pop into my head at 1am last night, i wont be surprised if somebody already did this tbh
“so, she does a different sex position on stage every night?” rafe asked while he lying on your bed, on his phone. tonight was the night you've been waiting for; the sabrina carpenter tour. thankfully, you convinced your boyfriend, rafe, to join you and you find it charming how he tries to participate in all the traditions. “why?”
“why not? it's fun! it's called the ‘juno pose’ because she does it during her song juno,” you reply as you sat on your vanity next to the bed, doing your makeup. the short n sweet album play on shuffle, filling the room with sabrina's voice. you hum along as espresso plays.
while waiting for you, rafe scrolled on tiktok to see all the juno poses that's been done to give himself an idea of what to expect. as he scrolls, an idea pops into your head, “y’know what? whatever juno pose she does, we can recreate it tonight.”
at that offer, rafe sat up straight on the bed. “ya’ serious?” you giggled as you nodded, he looked so eager and excited, he was practically sticking his tongue out and drooling.
hours later, you were an hour into the show, you were sweating, your hair was sticking to your back, your ears drumming, but none of that mattered as the juno intro started playing. immediately, the audience shrieks. behind you, rafe lowers his head to speak to you, “remember your promise, sweetheart?”
you make me wanna make you fall in love
oh, late at night, i’m thinking ’bout you, ah-ah
wanna try out some freaky positions?
sabrina hops to the center stage, two of her male backup dancers following behind.
have you ever tried this one?
she leans forward, one guy positioning himself in front of her, the other behind, their palms connecting above her. they were doing the eiffel tower position. around you, the crowd erupts. on the other hand, you can only gasp in shock as you slowly look behind you to look at rafe, who is standing still. “so... i promised, didn’t i? who’s gonna be the other guy?”
rafe seemed to snap out of the initial shock and looked at you, dead in the eye. the atmosphere in the arena turned somehow a hundred times hotter. he leaned down, his face mere inches from you and whispered, “sweetheart, i would rather cut both my hands off before sharing you with some other guy.”
your cheeks tinged pink, you couldn't keep the smile off your face. you told yourself, you would let him do anything he wanted with you tonight for compensation.
the time actress!reader mentioned obx in her interview
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── while the obx cast were together in drew’s hotel room madelyn in her ever obsession of game of thrones brought up that you had mentioned how much you love obx in an interview. causing them to watch the interview together.
𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey
author’s note: this takes place in 2023 during the filming of obx 4 and 3 weeks after the first time they watched the show together. at this point of my timeline the cast have watched the entire first season of game of thrones.
drew was scrolling through his phone, you had followed him back on instagram a week ago and he was on the moon. though he hadn’t messaged you yet. unsure on what to say to you. drew prided himself on being a confident man yet, your ability to make him nervous through a screen was unprecedented.
while stalking your profile for the umpteenth time he found himself wondering about you yet again. your limited amount of posts made you even more intriguing to him. he wondered what kind of person you are. what things made you tick, whether you would stare up at him with those siren eyes, whether you moaned or whimpered during sex, whether your face scrunched up and your mouth hung open as your chest heaved like it did in your sex scene that hasn’t left his brain since the moment he watched it.
just as he fell into a spiral of thoughts about you madelyn spoke up from her seat across the room, drawing the attention of everyone else, and drew was suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone in his room. “oh my fucking god! i forgot to tell you guys!” she was staring down at her phone. but drew was having trouble focusing on her, still consumed in his thoughts of you.
the others, however, had no problem driving their attention to her, so drew remained in his bubble staring at the most recent post on your profile, a vogue magazine cover from three months ago, of you, seated, legs spread on the iron throne with the sword dark sister held in your hands standing between your legs, the crown of aegon the conquerer tilted on your head, the lace thigh high socks with garters disappearing under the skirt of your tight mini dress and the bold red coating your lips enticing him further.
it wasn’t till he heard your name slip from madelyn’s lips, was his attention torn from the captivating sight on his screen. “wait, what you just say?” madelyn smirked “of course, only when i say y/n’s name, do you listen.” drew blushed lightly. but didn’t make the move to defend himself, after all they would be right, he had been distracted from the moment he saw you in all your glory stealing the screen.
“what i was saying that y/n mentioned obx in an interview, just pass me the remote, i’ll show you.” drew’s heart rate spiked, the thought of you having seen him in his element, doing his job, made him self conscious in a way that he wasn’t ready to admit. once madelyn had the video loaded on the screen, drew was once again struck by how effortlessly beautiful you are. dressed in simple black pants and an off-shoulder cream long sleeve top, brown boots disappearing under your pants and simple gold hoop earrings, your brunette hair loose and following in natural waves. drew looked at your empty neck and thought how good you would look if there was a necklace with his initial hanging there, branding you as his.
madelyn skipped through the video until the moment you were talking. the interviewer asked you and your cast-mate what shows you watch during your down time when filming, your voice rang through the silent room and drew was struck once again by how attractive your accent sounded, your british accent deep and sultry but more casual than the tone you use when playing visenya. “oh, well mimi and i love outer banks a lot, to the point where we quote it on set quite often. i think we’ve annoyed everyone.” you laughed and drew thought about how he wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.
your cast mate and best friend, mimi who plays arianne martell laughed and agreed and the interviewer who was surprised by your answer said that obx was one of her favourite shows too. your face immediately brightened as you watched her intently as she spoke about the show. what drew would give to have you look at him like that.
madelyn paused the video and drew knew that once everyone had left his room he was going to watch the entire video. “that’s so cool!” jd gasped. “i know right? that’s so crazy that she’s seen our show.” madison replied. but drew couldn’t bring himself to speak, he wondered what you thought of him after watching his performance. he wondered if you had the same all consuming thoughts he had about you, about him.
“i followed her when i first watched the show and she followed me back, but after seeing that clip a week ago i messaged her and we’ve been talking back and forth ever since, she’s so fucking cool, it’s insane. i think we’re friends now!” madelyn raved. “you’re friends with her?!.” drew was baffled, how was madelyn just bringing this up, she has known about his developing crush for weeks. “ah, now you want to chime in drew?” “yes, we’re friends and she’s gonna be in la when we get back so i told her she should come hang out with us, what you guys think?”
drew’s heart felt like it was going a mile a minute, he was gonna meet you. what the fuck.
thank you for all the love on the first part i’m so grateful. and for everyone who wants to be added to the tag list i’m figuring out how to do that so please be patient with me. also please send me asks about this au i would love to do like a drew starkey x actress!reader thoughts thing, but let me know what you thought of this part!
Summary: Rafe and Y/N go to a fancy restaurant on Figure Eight to have a romantic dinner together when a waiter begins to flirt and hit on Y/N.
Author's Note: this is my first fic so, please be kind! 😭 I am going to make a part two soon of people like this fic!
"You're going to love this place," Rafe said with a wink as he opened the car door for you. The valet nodded respectfully as you both strolled hand-in-hand into the dimly lit entrance of Luxe Lumière, the most exclusive restaurant on Kildare Island. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses greeted yoy, mingling with the faint scent of the sea. Rafe had been bragging about this place for weeks, and you could feel your excitement growing with every step. You had been to fancy and exclusive restaurants before but none as exclusive as Luxe Lumière.
You had picked out a stunning dark blue dress that clung to your curves in all the right places, making you feel like a million bucks. It was the kind of dress that made heads turn and whispered compliments follow in its wake. You knew Rafe had noticed - the way his eyes had widened and his smile grew when you'd emerged from the bedroom earlier that night. You were both dressed to the nines, ready to make a night of it.
The maître d' led you and Rafe to a secluded table by the window, the perfect spot to watch the waves roll in under the moon's silver glow. You couldn't help but feel like a celebrity as you were seated, the soft rustle of the dress's fabric accompanying your every move. The candlelight danced in Rafe's eyes as he pulled out your chair, and you felt your heart flutter in response.
As you and your boyfriend perused the menu, a young, overly-charming waiter approached to take your drink orders. His eyes lingered a beat too long on you, and his smile was more flirtatious than friendly. Rafe's grip on the menu tightened, but he said nothing for now. The tension in the air grew palpable as the waiter flirted shamelessly, making suggestive comments about the wine selection that were clearly directed at you.
"I have never seen eyes that gorgeous before," the waiter said with a flirtatious grin before continuing, "I think you may just be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen come into this restaurant." You gave him a nervous smile, feeling very uncomfortable but you just wanted to let the whole thing go. Rafe, however, couldn't let it slide. He could feel his blood simmering with every over-the-top compliment and wink the waiter sent your way. "Could we have a different waiter, please?" He finally snapped, his voice low and tight. The waiter's smile faltered, but he nodded and retreated without a word. The silence that fell between them was heavy, and you reached out to place your hand on his forearm. "It's okay." You whispered, trying to soothe the sudden storm in his eyes.
The replacement waiter arrived, a middle-aged man with a no-nonsense air about him. He took their orders without batting an eyelash at your beauty, his eyes never straying from his notepad. Rafe visibly relaxed, taking a sip of his water and scanning the room to ensure there were no more unwelcome admirers nearby. But the damage was done. The romantic bubble they'd been in had been pierced, and the evening felt tainted by the unwanted attention.
The meal was exquisite, each dish a symphony of flavors that danced on your tongue. You picked at your food, the earlier excitement replaced by a simmering annoyance at the earlier waiter's audacity. Rafe, on the other hand, had become quiet, his jaw clenched as he chewed. The romantic chatter had dwindled, and the air between them was thick with unspoken words.
Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, you whispered, "Let's go," as you placed your napkin on the table. Rafe's eyes snapped to yours, a fierce determination in them. He nodded curtly and called for the check. As they stood to leave, Rafe's hand found your diamond-clad wrist, his grip firm but gentle. He steered you away from the dining room and towards the bathroom, the urgency in his step unmistakable.
The bathroom was quiet and dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bustling restaurant outside. He locked the door behind them, the click echoing through the marble-tiled space. Your heart raced as you looked up at him, your eyes wide. "What are you doing?" You asked as your brows furrowed in confusion, a hint of fear mixed with the lingering irritation from the earlier waiter's advances.
Rafe's eyes darkened, and he took a step closer, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. "I'm going to remind you who you're with," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want everyone to know you're mine." His grip tightened, and he pulled you closer, his other hand sliding up to cradle your cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel the heat of his body, see the intensity in his gaze. For a moment, you wavered, torn between anger at the waiter's audacity and the thrill of Rafe's possessiveness. But as his thumb traced your jawline, you felt the tension in your body melt away.
The bathroom was an oasis of calm compared to the chaos of their table. The marble countertops gleamed under the soft lights, and the scent of expensive soap filled the air. Rafe leaned in, his breath warm against your neck, and whispered, "You're mine." His hand slid down your back, pressing you closer. Your dress was suddenly too tight, too confining. You could feel his clothed bulge press into your stomach, and the whole thing was intoxicating.
He kissed you, hard and demanding, his tongue pushing past your lips. His hands roamed your body, pulling the fabric of your dress aside to expose your lacy lingerie. Your breath came in gasps, yoyr body responding despite the location. They were in a fancy restaurant, in a public bathroom, but all you could think about was how much you wanted him.
The sound of your shared breathing echoed in the small room as he unzipped your dress. It fell to the floor in a pool of dark blue, leaving you almost compleatly bare before him, only your lacy black thong still clung to your body. His eyes roamed your body, taking in every inch like it was the first time. He stepped back for a moment, his own desire evident in his eyes as they traced the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, and then his hands were on you again, pushing you against the cold marble. Your breath hitched as his fingers found yoyr heat, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. The tension of the evening had morphed into something else, something primal and urgent.
He pulled his hand away from your pussy, causing you to whine in response before he lifted you onto the sink, the coolness of the porcelain sending shivers down your spine. The sound of the restaurant faded into the background, replaced by the thud of your heartbeat and the rustle of their clothes. Rafe's eyes never left yours as he unbuckled his belt and freed himself from his pants. His cock was already hard, and you could feel his urgency, his need to claim you, to show you that you belonged to him.
"After tonight, everyone in this fucking restaurant will know who you belong to, including that fucker that tried to hit on you earlier." He growled in your ear and you knew that he was going to make sure everyone knew who you belonged to. When he made a promise to you, he always kept it. Especially if it meant claiming you and breeding you in a place where everyone could hear you.
She’s sitting there, camera in hand, eyes glued to Drew as he stands in front of the mirror during his fitting. The way his tan contrasts against the fabric has her heart racing, and she can’t help but take out her little Polaroid camera, snapping candid shots of him. Usually, she’s too busy or unable to accompany him, but today she gets to witness it firsthand — her man, looking effortlessly hot. His broad shoulders, veiny hands, and the way he fills out his clothes make her practically swoon in her seat. A smile plays on her lips as she imagines those hands pounding her later, his arms wrapping around her as she clutches his biceps, his sweet kisses on her forehead while he whispers just how much he adores her. He is her attentive, loving Drew, the one who never hesitates to make her feel like she’s his entire world.
-`♡´- Warnings: 18 +, Dirty talk, Fingering, oral f receving, and p in v sex.
-`♡´- Paring: Damon Salvatore x Fem reader
-`♡´- Summary: Damon has been preoccupied lately, so late one night you decide to take matters into your hands due to feeling a little negected. However, Damon walks in on you catching you by surprise which causes some slight embarassment.... until he asks you if he can watch.
-`♡´- Small author's note: Hi babes, Here is a preview of my fic that will be coming soon and it's Damon as promised, I hope you enjoy!
After getting ready for bed, I laid down and decided to get comfortable then turn on the TV. Damon has been gone a lot and coming home late recently, it's been awhile since we've had any time together. So, tonight I've decided to stay up and wait for him to come home.
Finding something to watch was becoming impossible until I saw something that was decent enough and would keep me entertained for however long. While sitting in the dark and watching what I selected… my mind began to wander, thinking about what I hoped would happen as soon as he came back. How he would tease me until I beg him to give me what I want so badly to the way he feels buried deep inside me.
Before I knew it my hands began to wander just like my mind had, I started running my hands up and down my body. My left hand went under my shirt and I started playing with one of my nipples while my right went down and between my thighs. I slid my hand underneath my pajama shorts and underwear then slowly ran one of my fingers between my folds. I whimpered and repeated the movement until I felt good enough to finally slide my finger inside me.
While I moved my finger slowly in and out, I used my thumb to make small circles on my cilt. I moaned and spread my legs out a little then I put a little more pressure on my clit while I pinched my nipple which caused me to let out a moan that was a little louder than the one from before. As I was about to slide another finger inside of myself, the door to the bedroom opened. I quickly slid my hand out from under my shorts then sat up and I don't think I have ever moved as fast as I did just now. Damon and I made eye contact, he gave me that signature all knowing smirk which let me know dispite how fast I moved, he knew what I was doing just now.
" What were you doing? " he asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, still smirking at me.
" I- uhm.. nothing, just watching a movie and waiting for you to come home. " I replied and he just chuckled while shaking his head at me. I watched him as he walked over to the edge of the bed with his arms still crossed and he just looked at me.
" Oh sweetheart, you and I both know that I heard you touching yourself up here before I walked through that door just now.“ Damon said and I could just feel my face heat up while he watched me slightly squirm from his words.
" I- I'm sorry, I've just missed you and before I knew it I- "
" Can I watch? " He asked while still smirking at me.
rafe fucking you because you’re the only thing he feels like he can control when he’s spiraling out 🙂↕️
✦ 18+ smut ✦ minors dni ✦
dating rafe is the ultimate whiplash. you’re either the only thing he thinks about, or the annoying girlfriend he has to put up with. he texts you sweetly in the morning to come over, and when you go see him it’s a complete 180. he’s pacing the room, ranting on the phone to someone, and acting like you don’t exist.
“rafe i can come back later-”
“NO. sit down and wait until i’m fucking ready.”
he snaps at you and points at the couch, giving you no room for argument. you nod meekily and sit down on the couch, watching him yell at someone on the phone in an angry, and slightly panicked, tone.
rose walks in, sees rafe yelling, looks at you, and walks right back out. smart.
“i don’t fucking care! we need to figure something out!” he rants to the person on the other side of the phone. you sit there, a little bored, a little turned on by his yelling. “you know what? don’t call me until you have answers you dumb piece of shit.”
he hangs up and throws his phone against the wall, smashing the screen and putting a dent in the wall. he puts his hands over his face and yells angrily. “FUCK.”
you jump a little at the noise and watch rafe nervously. he won’t hurt you, you think.
“rafey? can i help you?” you look at him as he paces the room, mumbling curses under his breath.
“NO. just shut up. i need to do something, sarah- and her little gang of pogues are fucking EVERYTHING up. wait here, don’t move.” he doesn’t spare you a glance as he grabs his car keys and slams the door on the way out of the house.
you wait for hours, laying on the couch scrolling through your phone, watching tv, it was a little boring, but you didn’t want to piss rafe off more than he already was.
four hours later, when he finally walks back into the house, he doesn’t say a word. he walks over to you, and immediately picks you up, carrying you into his bedroom.
“hey rafey-“ you gasp as he throws you over his shoulder and walks into the bedroom angrily, slamming the door behind him. “uh, is sarah okay? what happened?”
he throws you onto the bed and grabs your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. “do me a favor, and just stop talking. i don’t need- all of your fucking questions right now.”
you nod and look over at your shoulder at him. he tugs your shorts down and gives a harsh smack on your bottom. “good girl. keep that mouth shut.”
you flinch slightly at the sting of the smack but push your hips back towards him. he pulls your shorts down further, the fabric bunching at your knees, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks.
rafe's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you back towards him. you feel his breath on the back of your neck, hot and ragged, and his chest presses against your back, his heart pounding against your skin.
he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispers; his voice is low and rough. "don't move."
you nod and lay there obediently as he grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips so your ass is pointed towards him. he pulls his belt off and wraps it around your wrists, tying them behind your back.
“so fucking good, just for me. right?” he whispers, his hand groping your chest through your shirt as he pushes tugs his pants down.
you nod and whimper a little as his rough hands move under your shirt, squeezing your chest. his calloused fingers brush against your nipples. you feel a rush of arousal shoot to your core as he pinches your nipples, his grip tightening just enough to make you gasp. your wrists strain against the belt, but it's tied too tight, holding you in place.
"you're so perfect like this. such a good listener." his hands move down your body, tracing the curve of your hips, his fingers digging into your skin.
you hear his pants hit the floor, the sound echoing through the room as he steps out of them. you try to look back, to see him, but he grabs your neck and pushes you into the mattress. his grip is firm, but not painful, as he holds you in place.
"just let me fuck you," he says bluntly, his voice low and rough. you feel him pull himself out, and then he gives himself a few tugs, the sound of his hand moving over his skin making you squirm. he shoves himself into your tight walls, and you gasp as he fills you.
he doesn’t give you time to adjust, his hips immediately snapping in and out, the force of his thrusts making your body jerk forward, your face pressed into the mattress. you whine desperately, trying to hold onto something, but your hands are trapped behind your back, the belt digging into your wrists as you struggle to find a grip.
rafe presses your face into the mattress, his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he pounds into you. the sound of his labored breathing and the creaking of the bed are the only things you can focus on, your mind numb from the intensity of the sensations.
“you’re the only one that fucking listens to me. sarah and her little friends have to go and screw everything up-“ he starts ranting as he buries his cock within your walls, ignoring your little noises. his thrusts become more aggressive, his hips slapping against your ass as he vents his frustration. you feel his anger and tension seeping into you, his cock pulsating with each word. the belt around your wrists digs deeper into your skin, but you don't dare to struggle, fearing it might make him angrier.
as he continues to rant, his words become a jumbled mess, but the venom in his voice is unmistakable.
“i’ll fucking kill her- i’ll kill all of those damn pogues.” he snarls, slapping your ass before grabbing your wrists by the belt and pulling you up so you’re kneeling on the bed in front of him, your back pressed against his chest as he fucks up into you.
you feel his heart pounding against your skin, the rhythm intense and wild. his hands, still gripping the belt around your wrists, pull you tighter against him, and you feel his cock surge deeper into you. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound echoing through the room as he slams into you, his hips snapping wildly.
rafe's lips brush against your ear, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "you're the only one who doesn't defy me. the only one who listens."
he shoves you back onto the bed, pulling your hips up and pressing your face back into the mattress as he mounts you from behind. he pins you down, his weight crushing you into the bed. his hands grip your hips, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he holds you in place, his cock still buried deep within you.
as he begins to move, his hips slapping against your ass, you feel his anger and frustration boiling over, his movements becoming more aggressive and primal. the bed creaks and groans beneath you, the sound echoing through the room as he pounds into you, his breathing heavy and labored.
his fingers wrap around your throat, the pressure gentle yet unyielding, as his hips snap against yours. the sound of his labored breathing fills your ears, and you feel his hot breath dancing across the nape of your neck.
"you're fucking mine, you get that?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "this pussy is mine, this pretty little face is mine, everything is mine."
Green with Envy (Completed Version) || Klaus Mikaelson
❧ Warnings: Slight dirty talk, hair pulling, brief choking, p in v sex, smut 18+
❧ Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem reader
❧ Summary: You are at a dinner party with a date and Klaus happens to be in attendance. The two of you have been hooking up and spending time together because Klaus wanted to keep things casual. After seeing you with someone else he gets jealous and begins to rethink his choice.
❧ Author's Note: Hi lovelies, the wait is finally over and the full version of this fic is here! I decided that instead of leaving you guys in the dark and having it be a fade to black I wrote the smut scene. It felt right for this fic. So, I hope you enjoy!
After finally having enough of this bickering match with Klaus in front of my date, I excuse myself. I am regretting it as I’m walking away because I know he won’t play nice while I’m gone, but I needed a moment to myself to breathe. I walked into an empty room and sat in silence with my head in my hands.
“ Who the fuck does he think he is? “ I groan.
“ Who do I think I am? Hmm… I think I am the only person who can actually please you, make you scream. “ I heard Klaus say and I snapped my head up to see him standing in front of the closed door. I didn’t even hear him open the door, let alone come in.
“ Get out, leave me alone.. I don’t want to deal with you right now. “ I said sternly as I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.
" Awe come on Love, I was just having some fun.. don't be like that. " He said as he took one step closer, but I put my hand up signaling that I would prefer it if he kept his distance from me.
" Fun, Are you serious?! .. That was embarrassing, you were making my date uncomfortable! " I slightly yelled while throwing my hands up in the air. I noticed that when I mentioned my date, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
" He's not the one for you, let alone the one you should be here with Y/N. " Klaus said and I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
" Oh please, don't start. You were the one who wanted to keep what we have going on as a bit of fun. I get that you're envious, but green is not a good color on you. " I said as I walked past him to get to the door, but before I could even grab the handle he pulled me back by my hair and caused me to yelp.
" You better watch who you're talking to sweetheart. Klaus said as he pulled my hair more, caused my head to go back and he wrapped his other hand around my throat then slightly squeezed. " I will.. fuck you in this room right now to remind you who you really belong to. Make you moan as loud as possible for your date downstairs to hear so he gets the memo. "
At the mention of that, my breath hitched and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together. I could feel the smirk on his lips in the crook of my neck, however I was determined to not let him win. “ Dinner is being served in 20 minutes which you know considering this is your party, there’s not enough time. “ I said
“ Is that a challenge, love? “ He asked as he started to lightly kiss my neck and run his fingers up my thighs gently, but it was enough to leave a path of goosebumps on my skin. “ You know better than to challenge me. “
“ Maybe.. “ I replied and at that exact moment is when I felt his hand slip under my dress. He started tracing light circles along my abdomen causing my breathing to become shallow. His fingers found their way beneath my underwear and he began to slowly rub at my clit which made me whimper.
I could feel his smirk in the crook of my neck and he quickened his movements, causing my knees to buckle. He wrapped an arm around my waist to help me stand up right then slipped a finger into me. I let out a sharp gasp and rested my head back against his shoulder. Klaus chuckled and started kissing my neck, most definitely leaving hickies behind. It was that moment that all other thoughts escaped my mind. I only focused on him and what he was doing to my body.
“ Klaus… please. “ I moaned quietly
“ What is it, love? “ He asked
“ I need you.. “ I said through a whimper
“ Yeah? “ Klaus replied
“ Yes.. “ I answered breathlessly
He pulled his hand away and walked me over to a desk that was in the corner of the room. Before I knew it, I was bent over and my dress was pushed up over my hips. Klaus pulled my underwear down my legs and helped me step out of it. There was a moment of silence before his hand came down and hit my ass with a loud smack that echoed throughout the room. I yelped which caused him to chuckle and I rolled my eyes while being thankful that he couldn’t see my face as I did.
It wasn’t long before I felt him lining himself up with my entrance. He thrusted into me roughly causing me to moan. Klaus’s pace was slow and rough at first but then it became faster and more aggressive. He grabs my wrists and pins my arms behind my back, using my arms as handlebars. My moans and the sound of our skin slapping is echoing off the walls, which only encourages him to pick up the pace slightly more. I’m so loud to the point that I feel like everyone can hear me over the classical music that is being played downstairs, but I didn’t care.
“ That’s it love, let them hear you. “ He said as he wrapped my hair around one of his hands and used it to pull my head back, making me gasp. His other hand is still keeping my arms pinned behind my back.
“ You’re mine.“ He whispered into my ear
” I’m yours.“ I whimpered back
“ Damn right you are. “ Klaus replied
He continued his brutal pace and angled his hips in order to hit the spot that brings me maximum pleasure. Klaus lets go of my wrists just to use his now freehand to reach around me and down between my legs. He starts rubbing my clit in slow rough circles. I’m a moaning, whimpering mess at this point and I am on the brink of hitting my orgasm already. Klaus tugs at my hair harder this time and pulls my back up against his chest. He starts kissing my neck again then gently bites my earlobe.
“ Come for me, love. “ He whispers in my ear and I do just that while crying out his name. Klaus continues his movements for a moment longer until he reaches his high. He lets go of me and pulls away from me which causes me to whimper. I stand up right and turn around to face him, he hands me back my underwear and I slip them back on then I fix my dress and flatten it out. I look up at him and before I can even get a word out he cups my face and kisses me. I kissed him back and this kiss was so much different compared to our others. It was sweet, soft, and filled with meaning. When we finally pulled away from each other he smiled at me then kissed my forehead. It was in that moment that I knew things were going to be different from now on.
“ Considering the fact that I am certain your date is no longer here, will you be mine? “ He asked
“ Yes. “ I replied with a smile
“ Perfect.” Klaus said with a smile as he held his hand out and I took it then we walked out of the room together.
cw: supernatural abilities, hybrid!reader, a whip, leather, violence, drugging, sexual content, dubious consent.
you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day one.
mayor rafe cameron was a fascination.
he had a way of captivating an audience, without necessarily being smooth speaking and self assured. there was something… off about him. confident in himself, dare you even say arrogant — but with each press conference his eyes dart around, pupils enlarged, tongue poking out to lick his lips and he would often grow passionate and jump over his words. each night when you’d tune into his speeches on the television, claw grazing the static of the screen you would wonder — how could someone so untouchable seem so… human?
“and uh, to target this rat infestation across the city… we will be releasing the stray cats.” he speaks into the podium microphone, illuminated by the flashes of the paparazzi and press.
“yes, you will.” you whisper, face so close to the screen you could hear the buzzing of the electrics. he was just perfect.
you’d always figured ‘love potions’ were a little phony. how could a feeling induced by oxytocin and noroadrenaline be replicated with a drug? how could it replace the feeling of first locking eyes, or the warm tingling feeling in your stomach when you hear their laugh? desperation costed you sleepless nights in your apartment, failed scientific concoctions upon failed scientific concoctions until you reached a breakthrough. perhaps it wasn’t to be so phony after all, but you had one perfectly crafted dose — and there was only one way to find out.
you don’t like to waste time, so the next thing you know you’re standing in the pouring rain, suited up in skintight black, feeling free. you’d let your true self take its form, fangs glimmering in the city lights and twitching ears perfectly cupped by your suit hood. what was the point in hiding? if all went to plan, rafe cameron would love you for you.
leaping across the skyline, you travel to what can only be described as the most luxurious penthouse in new york city — the perfect place for the man of your dreams to rest his head. you figured it would be harder to find his address, but for someone who could create a love potion from scratch — it was child’s play. you wondered if you could see this place being your home too, resting your head on the pillow beside him, perhaps curling up on the windowsill.
the large window looking into his warmly lit apartment allows you perfect access. your heart pounds so fast with excitement that you think you might pass out as you squat over the view, large pupils darting about the room until they fall onto him. the mayor, in the flesh, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
he wouldn’t think to look up and see you there, watching him. of course not — what human being would be able to scale a building just to gaze through his window? he should have been perfectly safe.
should have been. it was a good thing you weren’t human. not fully, anyways.
you gaze over him as he goes about his nightly business, blazer removed and top button undone now as he looks over papers and sips at his drink. you take a moment to groom yourself, tongue rolling over the back of your knuckles to lay down the fur on the back of your ears over your hood out of habit as you practically salivate over him. rafe cameron was even more gorgeous in person, especially candidly, more relaxed, when he thought no one was watching.
he wanders off to the bathroom, and you take your opportunity, slithering in through the window he’d left open. he always did like the sound of the pouring rain, there wasn’t so much of that back in the outerbanks, where he was originally from (according to his wikipedia page, anyway.)
it had been a rough day for rafe, dropping his glass down on the sink counter as he leans against it — staring down his visage in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. he wasn’t always sure if he was cut out for mayor. really, releasing the stray cats to tackle the rat infestation problem? there was a myriad of reasons that could potentially create more problems, bring disease and an even dirtier appearance to new york city — but he was lost on what to do. times like this, he wondered if this was what he truly wanted to do rather than what he knows his father wished for him.
he cups his hands beneath the running water, leaning down to flush his face with the cool liquid. another problem for another day, he decides. for now, he could clear his racing mind with none other than the beloved white powder he told himself he was quitting. who cares, today was a special occasion.
rafe stands up straight, and before he can bother to fix his messy curtain bangs, now a mess and haphazardly stuck to his wet forehead — he could have sworn he’d seen a dark black mass lurking by the doorway. it disappears as quickly as he’d spied it, and he blinks the droplets out his eyes as he stares through the mirror. he couldn’t tell you what he saw, its appearance too quick for him to comprehend — but it had unmistakably existed.
“hey…” he drawls, wiping his dripping chin with the back of his wrist as he edges towards the door. one footstep, another, he continually creeps through the hallway until he’s back to his large, luxurious bedroom — now the scene at which you sit, ever so casually on his bed. just… smiling. “wh— who the hell are you, huh?” his voice trembles. he’s even more gorgeous close up.
“you shouldn’t leave your window open, mayor cameron. might let in a stray.” you practically pur,
he looked like his soul left his body. you expected that, expected some pushback — it’s why you had the dosage ready, the syringe of abnormal pink potion sucked up and ready to deploy into his delectable veins.
“alright look, i’ve got security armed to the god damn teeth downstairs okay so — so i suggest you get the hell out.” he licks his lips, irritation that you’d even try to invade his space crawling up the back of his neck in a wave of frightened heat. your clawed hand curls around the whip tucked into your side, tilting your head with a mischievous smile. he’s too busy taking in… you to notice, and just as he does you take action — cracking it right at him, the leather coil curling forcefully around his ankle and with a yank, he’s falling.
“jesus— the hell do you want?” he hollers as you drag him closer, closer. you’re walking to meet him halfway now and his eyes just won’t leave you. everything about you is so feline, down to the way you walk— hips practically rolling in a hypnotising fashion side to side. if he wasn’t so frightened, well — he just might fall in love organically.
“c’mon mr mayor cameron, be nice t’me. i wanna play.” you pout, and his struggles stop in awe once you lower himself over him to straddle him, his big body encased by your leather clad thighs. in all honesty, he was too confused and entranced to fight harder. rafe always had that weak spot with women. “hands by your sides or i’ll slice you open, handsome.”
he reluctantly does as you say, but when you present the syringe, he starts to struggle again — so you tighten your legs around him. “hey, hey— wh—what is that?” he raises his voice and you furrow your brows, a clawed finger pressing to his lips, surprisingly silencing him.
“shhhhh, shhhh.” you hush, before your finger slides down to his chin, grazing the skin with your claw. it slides lower and he daren’t move now, the extension of you so sharp that he fears it could slit him if he wasn’t careful.
“think you’re gonna get away with this, huh? breaking in like this?” as your claw slides directly down to his chest you smile, so casually — not a care in the world. you rip his shirt open, buttons clattering against smooth wooden flooring and his eyes widen, just so you can access the skin over the hard planes of his chest.
“you wouldn’t turn me in.” you tell him confidently, and he actually huffs out a laugh of disbelief, jaw tense and eyes wild.
“oh i wouldn’t huh? alright uh— and why the hell not? who the hell are you?”
you pierce his skin with the needle and his jaw drops, injecting the potion directly into his heart.
“the love of your life.”
rafe cameron’s eyes flutter shut, and it’s only a few hours later when he comes to— laying in the centre of his bed.
“hu—huh wait uh—” he croaks the second his eyes flutter open, only to be silenced by a claw over his flushed lips just like before. it was dark now, all artificial lights cut — you always preferred the light of the moon anyway. his eyes hadn’t adjusted and yet he knew it was you, felt your familiarity, your warmth all around. he pants, and you shush him.
“shhhhh, shh shh shh.” its like dragging your fingernail along velvet — soft, addictive, feeling each tiny feathery bristle caress the vulnerable skin beneath your nail. he stares, wide eyed and parted lipped, somewhat aware of the fact his hair is a mess. he doesn’t care to fix it.
you’re straddling him, all of your body weight and yet somehow you’re feather light — knees pointed upwards, the leather of your suit glowing and catching the light.
“you’re finally awake.” you hum, a vibration behind your voice, a true purr — like the hum of an engine. something below ignites, his crotch heats.
he’s overly aware of the fact he doesn’t mind you there, wishing nothing but to observe you for the moment. you lean back, bone coloured claw hooking into the zip at your neck as you drag it down, lower and lower — revealing the glow of soft skin beneath. rafe can’t look away, you’re like nothing he’s ever seen before. you’re beautiful. you’re… beautiful? the woman who trespassed onto his property? he urges himself, with everything in him to fight — and suddenly he’s catching you off guard, gripping your neck and flipping you onto your back.
you seem taken aback, a break in the confident routine as you blink up at him, the colour of your eye no longer visible, overtaken by inky black pupil. as your back hits the mattress, your plush tits bounce with the movement, now nearly completely exposed by your unzipped catsuit, cool metal zip below your belly button. at the sight of this, rafe winces — overcome by his desires and can’t help but press his erection harshly against the mound between your legs.
“the hell is goin’ on, alright — who — what did you do?” he emphasises with a hard squeeze to your neck making your eyes flutter, and yet your smile — all curled and deranged and your canines glimmer in the low light, the purring sound only getting louder.
“dont fight it, mr cameron. just do what feels good.” it comes out strained from the way he’s squeezing your neck and he lets go, sitting up on his knees but making no move to leave. dragging a hand down his jaw, he results back to staring. “cat got your tongue?” you whisper, sweetly amused. he licks his lips instinctually, moving to choke you again, stop you, but his hand rests there lightly — the two of you locking eyes. angrily, he leans down and kisses you, wet and sloppy.
you take the opportunity to lock your legs back round his waist and flip him back onto his back, grinding your crotch down onto his, making him groan.
“thats better, can’t have you trying to kill me again.” you tease before pushing his ripped shirt open to touch his skin. he winces, irritated and overwhelmed when you drag claws down his chest hard enough to leave chemtrails of pink skin down the muscled planes.
“yeah? thought you cats had nine lives?” he grumbles, gripping your hips and grinding you harder on his lap, causing you to mewl — digging your mouth into his shoulder and sinking his teeth in. “jesus— okay.” he squirms, unsure if you bit hard enough to draw blood.
he decided he didn’t care if you did. what was he so mad about again anyway?
Dilf/Husband!Rafe who could spend hours between your thighs 👅🍍 (thank you to my babe @rafesthroatbaby for being my muse for this!)
He may have been in his thirties, but he didn’t shy away when it came to eating pussy. When he did eat you out, he took his time and didn’t want any interruptions. He’d make sure the kids were gone, leaving the house empty so that you could moan as loud as you wanted while he made you feel good. He’d spend all day spoiling you, new Chanel still in its box, full set fresh, a beautiful dinner out on the water. He gave you the best because you deserved it. He certainly wasn’t easy to put up with and you were such a goddamn good mom, an amazing wife, and he loved to give you everything he possibly could.
He’d make sure you were comfortable, admiring your curves as you laid naked on the plush mattress. He’d settle between your thighs, spreading you open as he looked at the gorgeous view of your cunt right in front of him. “Such a beautiful fucking pussy.” He mumbled, his blue eyes then glancing up at you. It was a look that always sent a shiver down your spine and made your stomach flutter.
As soon as his tongue got his first taste of the night he was devouring you whole or at least that’s what it felt like. His striking cerulean eyes never left yours as he watched you come undone from his skillful mouth. Your expensive manicure would dig into his soft hair, holding him still as he sucked greedily on your aching clit. His deep groans vibrated against your soaked core, your sweet taste leaking onto his tongue non stop.
“R-rafe baby… shit…” You moaned loudly, curling your pretty toes against his muscled back. The way he ate pussy was a gift, and was all for you to have. His nose rubbed perfectly against your clit as he buried his tongue inside you, making you cry out beautifully.
Your lower stomach was on fire, your breath catching in your throat as you felt your orgasm starting to approach quickly. He let out a breathless laugh, tongue coming out to lick at your swollen pearl before sucking it into his mouth again. “Cum all over my fucking tongue baby. You know how I love that sweet shit.” He spoke low between taking sweet nips at your clit.
You threw your head back against the fluffy pillows, squeezing your thighs together as you cried out his name through an intense orgasm. He was quick to make you remember who was still in charge here and yanked them back open. “Keep your fuckin’ legs open, you know better when I’m trying to taste you.” He told you firmly, before the sound of his mouth taking a thirsty gulp made your head spin all over again.
reader wins an award at the country club maybe something with tennis but rafe gets so busy and ends up missing it
a/n: thank you sending a request 🤍 i hope you like it! 🐑
the day should have been perfect—a culmination of your hard work and dedication. you’d spent weeks preparing for the tennis tournament at the country club, and you’d been so excited to have rafe there, watching from the stands, cheering you on. he had promised he wouldn’t miss it.
but, of course, rafe was nowhere to be found.
you stood there on the podium, accepting the first-place trophy with a hollow smile plastered on your face, scanning the crowd one last time. nothing. no familiar face, no smirk, no quick thumbs-up from him. the excitement of your victory felt overshadowed by the emptiness gnawing in your chest.
back in the locker room, you stared at your phone, willing it to buzz with an explanation, a half-assed apology—anything. but nothing came through until you were already back at the after-party, trying to ignore the pang of disappointment every time someone asked where rafe was.
finally, your phone buzzed.
rafey💗: sorry. got tied up. i’ll make it up to you. let’s talk when you’re home.
you read the text, feeling the familiar frustration boil up inside you. he was always “tied up,” always “busy.” he’d promised he would be there today—he had sworn he’d make it.
you: you promised you’d be here. you missed it.
the reply came through quickly.
rafey💗: i said i’ll make it up to you. just come home.
you scoffed, locking your phone and deciding you’d finish your drink before leaving. maybe this time you wouldn’t let him off so easy.
when you got home, the house was dimly lit, and the smell of food hit you immediately. candles flickered around the room, and soft music played in the background. he was trying, you could see that. but as sweet as the setup was, it wasn’t enough to completely erase the frustration bubbling under your skin.
rafe appeared in the doorway, watching you with that familiar cocky glint in his eye. "you made it," he said, his voice low as he approached.
you crossed your arms, leaning back against the door. "yeah. i made it. too bad you couldn’t say the same for the tournament."
rafe sighed, his hands slipping into his pockets. "i told you—i got caught up. work shit. you know how it is."
"yeah, i know how it is. you’re always ‘caught up.’ it’s always the same excuse, rafe," you shot back, your voice sharper than usual. you couldn’t help it. you’d been holding it in all day.
he frowned, his expression shifting from apologetic to defensive. "jesus, are you really going to make this a big thing? i already said i was sorry. what more do you want?"
you let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "i wanted you to be there, rafe. just once, to actually keep your word. is that too much to ask?"
his jaw clenched, his hands falling to his sides as he took a step closer, towering over you. "i do a lot for you, you know that? don’t act like i don’t try. i’m here now, aren’t i?"
you glared up at him, refusing to back down. "yeah, now that it’s convenient for you."
rafe’s eyes flashed with irritation as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. "watch it."
the tension hung in the air between you for a moment, both of you silently daring the other to say more. then, just as quickly as his anger had flared up, it seemed to cool. he stepped back, running a hand through his hair and sighing. "look, i messed up. i know. but i’m here now, and i’m trying to fix it. do you wanna keep arguing, or do you want me to make it up to you?"
his words were sharp, but you could see the frustration in his eyes—the way he was trying to pull himself back from snapping completely. he always did this, always danced on that line between anger and remorse.
you exhaled heavily, shaking your head. "fine. but this doesn’t just go away, rafe. you can’t keep missing things like this."
rafe’s lips twitched into a half-smirk, the edge of arrogance still lingering as he closed the distance between you again. his fingers grazed your waist, pulling you closer. "you’ll forgive me," he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with that confidence that always made your stomach flip. "you always do."
you hated how right he was.
he pressed his lips to your neck, trailing kisses slowly upward until his breath was hot against your ear. "let me make it up to you tonight," he whispered, his hands tightening around your waist, grounding you in that familiar pull he always had over you.
you sighed, the frustration still simmering, but already slipping away as you leaned into his touch. "you’ve got a lot of making up to do," you muttered, not wanting to give in too easily.
rafe chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "i plan on it."
he scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you toward the bedroom as the tension between you shifted from frustration to something far more intoxicating. and even though you were still mad at him, even though you knew this didn’t fix everything, it was hard to resist him when he looked at you like that.
he set you down gently on the bed, leaning over you with a grin that was half apology, half arrogance. "let me make you forget all about that stupid tournament, baby," he murmured, his lips hovering over yours.
for now, you let him. you’d deal with everything else later.
So, this will be my new fic rec library for my new main blog @coco-cinnamon. My old fic library @babeydollxs-library won't be taken down but it will be inactive since this will be the new fic library. 🥰💗
