y/n williams never imagined her first big break would be something like Outer Banks — a chaotic, sun-soaked Netflix series with treasure hunts, teenage drama, and a character that feels way too close to home. as olivia routledge, the fiercely loyal older sister of john b, she’s thrown into the middle of pogue life, family secrets, and desperation — the kind that leads her to dealing drugs just to keep her and her brother afloat. it’s that choice that drags her into the world of rafe cameron — dangerous, unpredictable, and the last person she should trust.
on screen, olivia and rafe are fire and gasoline — constantly circling, clashing, wanting.
and off screen?
the tension starts to bleed through.
aka: drew starkey.
aka: the guy who makes her laugh between every take.
aka: the one she swore she wouldn’t catch feelings for.
he’s more experienced, a little mysterious, and way too handsome for her own good — but he’s also unexpectedly kind. reserved. thoughtful. and nothing like the character he plays.
as the cast films their very first season together, long days turn into late nights, table reads turn into trailer hangs, and somehow… they end up falling — right alongside their characters.
it starts with stolen glances. shared earbuds. polaroids.
it becomes something they can’t quite name — not yet.
but the chemistry?
yeah. everyone sees it.
he’s hooked.
and falling.
and none of this was in the script.
SOCIALS: instagram
CHAPTERS:
one : coming soon
two : always late
three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven
summary: While attending the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” with your co-worker and good friend Mads Mikkelsen, you get a little bit emotional. After Mads comforts you, he offers to bring you home. Once at your room, things develop quite different than you imagined..
warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, unprotected p in v sex (please guys – don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mutual masturbating, fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), cumming in pants, breeding kink (sorry not sorry), mention of pubic hair
wordcount: 3480 words
a/n: I literally promised to write this for my best friend last year in september.💀 but now i finally had the time to write it. i plan on being a lot more active in the future, as I have been quite inactive in the past. now: enjoy <3
disclaimer: there is a link to the dress i image the reader wearing, the person wearing it is like 2000s cocaine thin, so if you don’t want to ruin the fantasy (because truthfully i don’t look like that either) i suggest you don’t open it and just imagine something that really fits your style and body <3
Finally, after more than two years of filming, the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” is only a few minutes away. After getting ready in your hotel room, you got into a limo with some of the other actresses that starred in the movie. You were so excited, because this was not just any premiere, you new movie would be premiering at the Cannes Film Festival in France.
Looking out the tinted window of the limousine, you could already see the red carpet and the endless paparazzi that were lining it. You took a deep breath as the car came to a halt and the door opened. One after the other your colleagues trickled out and onto the red carpet before it was your turn.
You would never get used to the feeling of standing on a red carpet. The way that the paparazzi and fans were screaming your name, fighting for your attention, wanting the perfect picture of you in your fancy outfit. The different poses, the group pictures, and the interviews along the way to the first ever screening of a new film.
Like every time, this all passed by like a blur. You were glad that it was over, but also a bit sad about it. For now, you would enjoy the film though. After all you worked hard on it, not just as an actress, but for the first time also as a director, which made this premiere even more special – if that was even possible.
Most of your colleagues had finished their walks on the red carpet now as well and were led to their seats. You knew that a lot of people didn’t actually go and watch the movie, but you loved to see the finished product on the big screen.
Getting settled with your popcorn, you suddenly feel someone sitting down next to you. Turning to face them, a smile instantly found it’s way onto your face when you saw that it was your colleague – and good friend – Mads Mikkelsen. Excitement filled you, because you knew that he normally went out to eat before the after- show party, which is why he would have missed the first screening.
The two of you exchanged short small talk about the premiere so far before the lights dimmed and the film started. Of course, you knew what was happening, but seeing the final cut and the whole story pieced together was amazing.
It was over way too soon and at the end you even got a little bit emotional. Partially because of the film – even though a lot of people would say it is ridiculous to shed a tear at this film – and also because it was now over. For such a long time you worked so hard on this film and now it is completed.
Hearing a sniffle next to him, Mads turned around to look at you. He quickly pulled a handkerchief out of his suit jacket before asking you. “Are you alright, darling?”
The pet name made your heart rate pick up as you mutter a quiet ‘thanks’ while accepting the tissue. You leaned your head back and tried to dab the tears away without ruining your make up while Mads was still turned towards you, now with a worried expression on his face.
After collecting yourself for a moment, you turned to look at him again. “I’m all right, just a little emotional that’s all. We’ve worked so hard for this and now it’s over. I will miss the time on set.” You told him, while trying not to cry again, which surprisingly worked. He still didn’t look completely convinced but accepted your answer. For now.
The lights were now turned back on and Mads stood up, holding out his hand to you. You gladly accepted it and the two of you excited the cinema and made your way to the actual highlight of the evening: the after-show party.
“Have I already told you that you are an absolute beauty today?”, he asked while you walked, your arm still linked with his.
You turned your head and tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your cheeks at the actors’ words.
“No, you haven’t. But I also didn’t tell you that you look quite handsome in your suit as well,” you told him cheekily. Now that you were thinking about it, the two of you looked quite well together. Your chestnut brown dress complimented his dark grey suit very nicely. His tie even had a similar colour to your dress.
The two of you smiled at each other and braced yourself for the paparazzi you knew were waiting in front of the club the after-show party would be held at. You didn’t know if you should remove your hand as to not paint the wrong picture for the public but Mads seemed unbothered by the fact that you looked like a couple and you decided that you were too.
So, you entered the club arm in arm, the flashes behind you momentarily lighting up the entrance. After getting drinks the two of you slowly drifted to different corners of the party. You were hanging around with your friends while he was hanging around with his. And still you could often feel a pair of eyes on you and when you turned around it were always Mads eyes that caught yours.
This happened a few times and the longer the party went on – and the more drinks you had – the riskier you got. Sometimes you shot him a wink or held eye contact with him while dancing or whispering into one of your friends’ ears.
It was safe to say that you could now both feel the tension that is starting to form between you.
Throughout the evening this tension developed into something you hadn’t really felt in a long time: comfort.
No matter where you turned you knew he was there with that easy smile on his lips. And in a way his presence calmed your nerves like nothing else. Your earlier disappointment about the film slowly started to transform too.
And so, the only possible thing you could do was talk to him again. For a moment you thought he may have gone without you, as you turned but could not see him.
Thank God, you saw him emerging the bathroom just a moment later. You excused yourself from your current conversation with a director whose name you couldn’t recall anymore and approached Mads before he could slip away again.
Before you could say anything, Mads grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the area of the bathrooms, which was a bit more secluded and quieter. A lot less people were crowding the space, only the occasional person emerging from the bathrooms.
“Are you feeling better now, darling?”, he asks you, leaning closer to you, even though it was not necessary. At the sudden closeness and his repeated use of the pet name, you could feel your heart rate picking up.
“Yes, I am, thanks for asking,” you answered him before adding, “It’s getting kinda late though, so I’ll probably catch a taxi and head home now.”
“I was actually about to head back to the hotel soon, how about we share a taxi? Cheaper you know.” He adds the last sentence with a lazy smirk and a wink.
“Sounds good to me,” you flirted back.
When you went to turn to the entrance you noticed that you were still holding his hand. Tightening your grip on him you now fully turned and started guiding the two of you out of the night club.
Once outside, you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the crisp night air, though it could also be caused by the long skin contact with your quite handsome colleague.
Ever the gentleman, Mads noticed and quickly rid himself of his suit jacket and laid it over your bare shoulders. You thanked him with a slight blush that got even deeper when he put his arm around you and rested his hand respectfully on your waist.
With you in his arm he waved over a taxi, opened the car door for you and helped you inside, as he noticed your trouble from the light intoxication and high heels. He gave the driver the address of your hotel, which thankfully was not too far away from the venue.
Even though the two of you didn’t talk during the drive, you could both feel the sexual tension between you. It genuinely surprised you as you hadn’t thought about Mads this way before. Of course, he’s handsome but to you he was only a good friend.
But now that you were looking at him, his face illuminated only by the warm light of the French streetlamps, you had to admit that he was really good looking.
His face an even mix between sharp edges and soft rounds, his dark chocolate eyes almost black, strands of his salt and pepper hair falling into his forehead, unintentionally though it looks like it had been styled like this for hours. And his body, now that he had shed his jacket you could see the muscle straining his shirt by his arms and chest – those buttons were fighting for their life when he moved his arms – his suit trousers hugging his thighs so well. And those hands, slightly veiny, long fingers, you wondered what he could do with-
Suddenly the car came to a halt, and you stopped your anything but appropriate thoughts. Before you could even reach into your purse, Mads had already paid the driver and opened the door, offering you his hand once more after he climbed out himself.
Gladly you excepted his hand and let him pull you out of the car, after you wished the driver a good night. Mads’ arm found it’s way back around you, this time coming to rest at the small of your back.
The two of you entered the hotel, got your key cards, and then went into an elevator. On the ride up you could feel the heat from his hand – that was still nestled against your lower back – slowly spreading into the rest of your body.
Slowly you could also feel the heat setting root in your core and wetness pooling in your panties.
You were sure that Mads could also feel the tension and hot sparks that were flying between you.
A quiet ding brought you back into reality.
Though your rooms were on the same floor, yours was on the left while his room was to the right. However, you made no move towards it and let Mads hand guide you to his room. Both of you were aware of how this was going to play out.
At the thought of how this night would end you could feel your heartrate picking up again and your anticipation growing.
Mads held the key card against the door before opening it and guiding you inside. He closed it behind him, his hand momentarily leaving its place on your back.
He locked the door before turning to you again, a smile spreading on both of your faces.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better now,” he told you while making a few steps towards you.
“Well, I met this really handsome guy who showed me some kindness and made me feel a lot better,” you answered, deciding to play his game.
“Oh, did you really? And he was handsome, you say? Hmm... who could that have been?” he questioned teasingly, now standing directly in front of you.
Instead of answering him, you leaned forward and connected your lips before wrapping your hand around his neck. He immediately melted into the kiss and rested his hands on your hips.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth. He swallowed your moans as he started to explore your mouth with his tongue, his hands starting to wander over your body. His hands on your body felt incredible, how they wandered over your hips, to your waist, to your shoulders where you could finally feel his hands against your bare skin and then back downwards again.
Slowly you started to move the two of you closer to the bed. Kicking off your high heels while Mads pushed his jacket from your shoulders, exposing your arms and back to him, you were now only wearing your dress. His lips left yours and started to wander down your throat, his hands now on your waist pulling your body flush to his.
You let your head fall back, giving him more space to kiss. While he was busy with your neck you loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. After opening the first few buttons with slightly shaky hands you let your hand glide over the now exposed skin, Mads hands on your hips tightening at the action.
Opening the button on his trouser, you pulled his shirt free and opened it up completely. As if in a hurry you clumsily pushed it off his shoulders. Mads momentarily broke the kiss to rid himself of his shirt and trousers, only his boxers remaining.
He immediately connected his lips with yours again, his hands wandering to the zip on your back, slowly, almost teasingly, pulling it down and exposing more of your skin inch by inch. His hands left your body, to pull down the straps of your dress.
Now that nothing was holding it up anymore, it fell from your body and pooled around your legs, your body now completely exposed to his eyes.
With still closed eyes he pulled away from your lips, only opening them again to eye your body, his eyes full of lust. The only piece of clothing that remained on your frame was your small slip.
Making eye contact with him, you slowly hooked your fingers into it, slowly pulling down your panties, exposing your glistening cunt to his eyes.
He grabbed a hold of your hips again and pushed you back onto the bed, chasing your body with his, never leaving too much space between you. He laid down on top of you, the only thing that were still separating you were his boxes.
While you start kissing him again, one of your hands starts teasing the waistline of his pants. With an impatient grunt from his side and a chuckle – both muffled by your mouths moving against each other – your hands slides underneath and grabs a hold of his hard cock.
Mads hands – that were resting on either side of your head – almost gave in ant the feeling of you finally stroking his aching dick. His kiss grows more heated as his hand wanders towards your core, returning the favour.
You let out a long moan as you felt his veiny hand making contact with your wet pussy. With ease he slides through your folds, collecting the wetness from your hole and spreading it over your clit, then repeating the process. Speeding up your strokes, he started to exclusively circle your clit, making you writhe beneath him.
He breaks the kiss before pressing his forehead against yours.
“You’re driving me insane. I’m so close from you just touching me.”, he whispers against your lips before moving his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel him starting to thrust into your hand, urging you to stroke him faster.
“I’m close too.”, you pant into his ear that is now directly next to your lips. You turn your head an d start planting light kisses against his temple while speeding up your strokes. Bucking your hips into his hand when he too becomes quicker, you can feel your high being only seconds away.
“I’m gonna cum!”, you say breathlessly before getting lost in your orgasm. You can feel Mads breath against your neck – erratic and heavy – as he releases into your hand, ruining his boxers in the process. The moans of your name while he came were the thing that triggered your own release, your body starting to convulse. Now his name was falling from your lips, your voice shaky from pleasure.
Slowly you both halt your movements and start to catch your breath. You pull your hand from his boxers, pulling the soft fabric down his thighs. He gets the hint and stands up, granting you an incredible view of his toned body as he rids himself of his now stained underwear.
He made eye contact with you while pulling the fabric down his legs, an easy smile appearing on his lips as he saw you pressing your thighs together.
Mads joined you on the bed, his body covering yours again. Instead of staying like this, he leans back to sit on his haunches, his cock now standing tall against his stomach, almost meeting the belly button with his tip. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs, torturing not just you but himself too.
Throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side, he used both of his hands to spread your legs, just looking at your glistening cunt. You could see the hunger, the longing in his eyes.
“Fuck, that pussy is so pretty. If I wasn’t so impatient, I’d taste you now. But the nights still young,” he mutters, almost just to himself. You could feel yourself getting impatient, but before you could complain he leans over you again, one hand next to your head, the other one still spreading your legs.
He moves it now to grip his leaking cock, his cum the perfect lube. Gently, he runs the head of his cock through your folds, circling your clit. Once he feels he toyed with you enough, he moves to your entrance, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside of your hole.
Both of you let out a sigh of relief as Mads sinks inside of you. Leaving his cock now, his hand finds a place at your hip, rubbing gentle circles on your skin as he fully sinks inside of you.
Once Mads bottoms out, you feel like he’s in your stomach, his thick length creating a slight bulge at the front of your lower stomach. He leaves you a moment to adjust before he starts to move inside of you.
Slowly, he lets his cock sink inside of your tight hole before pulling out again, setting a slow pace for the both of you.
Not being able to handle his torturous strokes, you wrap your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.
With every thrust you could feel him getting closer to your g-spot, his cock so deliciously deep inside you.
Now that you were thinking about it – though you weren’t thinking about much in that moment – he was the biggest (and best) you ever had. The way his veins dragged along your slick walls, his tip now hitting that gummy spot inside of you, the hair atop his cock stimulating your clit with every thrust.
It was truly magical.
“This is so much better than I imagined it, love. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck, so tight,” he groans into your ear, his hips speeding up their movements.
Your pulse quickened and you let out a moan at the thought of him imagining this over and over in his head. That thought almost brought you to your second high that night.
Mads was now repeatedly hitting your g-spot, moans now slipping freely from between your lips.
“Fuck Mads, I’m so close,” you pant into his ear, your nails slowly digging into his muscular shoulders.
“Me too, love, me too. Come with me. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me, milking me. Cum for me,” he almost demands before starting to relentlessly pound into you, tipping both of you over the edge.
He came with a shout of your name, filling you up with his thick cum while you were pulsing around him, gripping him even tighter. His head went into the crook of your neck as you both calmed down and evened out your breathing.
You unwrapped your legs from his hips, your hands drawing mindless shapes onto his back.
Once you had both calmed down a bit, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to get a towel. He gently cleaned you, before cleaning himself, dressing you in one of his boxers, before laying down next to you.
He engulfed you in his thick arms, your back flush to his chest, his nose burring itself in your hair.
“I think we should do this more often,” you told him before drifting off and his deep chuckle was the last thing you heard.
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"Bedroom, now." Daveed hadn't even stepped in the house two minutes and he was already making demands. You were annoyed but secretly excited.
"Strip, get your vibrator, then come lay down."
"Why are you so damn bossy today?"
"Because you think you can just brag about other guys like there's no consequences for that. Nah, I'm gonna show you."
In the bedroom, Daveed takes of his clothes and leans over you kissing and biting your neck.
"Da-daveed, I can't... with... bruise, work tomorrohhhhh," he'd turned on the vibrator, mercifully starting low.
"Nothing Marla can't fix, hmmm"? Daveed jeers, and you growl.
"So, this Jeremy..." he continued.
"Babe, it's Jeremi-ahhh"! Suddenly, Daveed had put your bullet vibrator to the highest setting rubbing it on your clit in a circular motion before deliberately shutting it off. "You seriously gonna moan his name now, too?" he muttered. Your legs already began to quiver. If only he would let you cum.
He brushed his bearded cheek on the shell of your ear. "How's it going, love"? He said taunting you.
"Good," you whine keening and pushing back against him.
Realising that you've fallen out of position, Daveed pushed your legs back with your knees towards your shoulders. You yelped, shut your eyes, and inhaled clutching the sheets. God, you loved when he stretched you like this. It's the only time you praise rather than curse your dance teacher.
Just when you were about to fall over the edge, Daveed clicked off the vibrator again and set it aside. thrusting his cock inside you suddenly and you screamed, partly out of frustration and relief.
"Could Jeremiah make you scream like that?" Daveed's voice was soft, but it took on a hard edge.
"No, only you," you gasped, pulsing around his member. He could tell you were close, and you hadn't come down at all.
Daveed put his lips to your ear, "You wanna cum, sweetheart? You gotta beg for it, now. Show me you're mine," he emphasized the last word and you rolled your eyes.
"Please, baby. Please I need to cum. Yours is the only cock I need to fill me up," You punctuated your plea with a kiss. Then he broke away from you to take a different angle, sitting up and driving into you slowly.
You look ethereal to him. Muscles taut, breasts heaving and a thin sheen of sweat over your entire body. Even though he was faking control, he wasn't doing much better. His face relaxed and hips were dragging slowly as your pussy kept him trapped inside. He looked ready to cum, too. Daveed was too stubborn to realize that nobody could ever take care of you better than him. He certainly would not outwardly admit it, but you were all that he needed.
You squeezed his hips as he tensed up and put all of his weight into you again moaning softly and pressing soft kisses into your neck.
"Come, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Release seemed to make Daveed forget his jealousy as he held you close. When you stopped shaking he rolled over onto his back. He massaged your thighs and stretched out your legs so you could be comfortable again.
He pulled you on top of him and you lay your head on his chest. He stroked your cheek, "My girl. Was I too rough with you, sweetheart?"
"No, it was perfect," you sighed, feeling satisfied curling into his side. "If I get fucked like this, I should brag about my scene partners more often," you yawn.
"Hmm, don't count on it, maybe I won't be so generous," he drawled sleepily.
Janis dating a musical actress? I thought of this concept and was just wondering how you'd elaborate on it 💚💚
When Janis sees your shows, she’s the loudest in the entire theatre, and always gives you a standing ovation at bows. She also leaves sticky notes on your mirror when she comes to visit your dressing room.
y/n morgan, a rising actress known for her sharp presence and quiet strength, joins the outer banks cast in season 1 as lizzie rockelle — the caring pogue with a soft heart buried under layers of grit. like her character, y/n is guarded, distant, and doesn’t let many people in. there’s history behind her eyes, and her on-screen performance feels a little too real, especially when it echoes her complicated relationship with her mother.
at first, she’s the quiet one in the background of cast photos, barely tagged and rarely posting. but over time, the walls start to crack. the cast warms up to her — or maybe she lets them — and slowly, she starts to find her place among them.
rudy pankow is the first to really see her. he jokes with her, checks in without pushing, and becomes the one constant in her orbit. their bond builds in stolen moments: blurry instagram stories, soft glances caught on fan cams, and offhand comments that say more than they should.
SOCIALS: instagram
CHAPTERS:
one : day one
two : lizzie rockelle, you're gonna wreck them
three : sushi and heartache playlists
four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven
the cinematographic universe | lizzie and jj's playlist | fan edits 1 / 2
the second you push open the studio doors, you hear it — maddie cline’s voice, teasing but warm, floating across the lobby.
you skid to a stop, slightly out of breath, sunglasses askew on your head, script pages clutched to your chest like a shield.
“okay, technically, i’m not late,” you argue, catching her smirk. “i’m… fashionably behind schedule.”
“sure, babe,” she says, pulling you into a quick hug. “we’ve already introduced ourselves. you missed the awkward ice breakers.”
“oh no,” you deadpan. “what a shame.”
you turn — and there they are.
the cast. all fresh faces. a little unsure, a little too caffeinated. chase is tossing a stress ball between his hands, jd’s halfway through a joke you missed, and rudy’s in the middle of retelling how he tripped walking in.
and then your eyes land on him.
drew starkey. hoodie sleeves rolled, legs stretched out, hands fidgeting with the cap of his water bottle. he looks up just as you look at him.
your stomach flips — but you blame that on the nerves. definitely the nerves.
“hey,” he says, standing up and giving you a small smile. “you’re playing olivia, right?”
you nod, tucking hair behind your ear. “y/n. and yeah. olivia routledge — john b’s big sister, professional worrier, occasional drug dealer.”
a beat of silence. then drew chuckles, and the rest of the cast laughs with him.
“iconic introduction,” chase grins, extending a hand. “i’m john b. well—chase. you get it.”
you shake hands with everyone, introductions rolling fast. jd, sweet and a little chaotic. rudy, instantly cracking a joke. austin north offers you a water bottle like he’s been everyone’s assistant all morning.
then it’s drew again, stepping in beside you just before the read-through starts.
“you nervous?” he asks quietly.
you glance at him, your smile softer this time. “terrified.”
“you’ll kill it,” he says, nudging your arm lightly. “i already know you’re gonna bring it.”
you blink, surprised. “you don’t even know if i can act.”
he shrugs. “i’ve seen your stuff.”
your eyes narrow, teasing. “what, my tiny indie projects that got like twelve views?”
“thy're really good” he says, looking ahead now. not cocky. not flirty. just… honest.
you swallow. try not to let your heart trip over itself.
and just like that, someone from production calls everyone to circle up.
the first table read begins.
and somewhere between scene one, int: chateau and the first time olivia slaps rafe — something starts. small. unspoken. unsteady.
you walk out alone, scripts pressed to your chest like a shield, the edges soft from rereading. the air is warm, quiet, humming with the kind of stillness that only settles after hours on set.
behind you, voices float through the space between trailers. you don’t mean to listen, but something in you tunes in anyway.
“she’s gonna wreck people,” rudy says, low and almost in awe. “lizzie’s gonna have fans unwell.”
drew laughs, not loud, but real. “she already has me unwell.”
you freeze just for a second—something small and strange fluttering in your ribs. then, you keep walking.
you don’t say anything. you just smile, quiet and to yourself, like maybe you’re letting the words tuck themselves into your coat pocket for later.
the sun casts long gold across the lot, and the camera—if there were one—would catch you in silhouette, walking toward your trailer like you belong there. like maybe, finally, you do.
