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POISON AND PANACEA

pitfighter!vi x fem!reader | 5.3k words

SUMMARY: After ten years without a word, Vi comes back into your life like a whirlwind—sudden and destructive. What follows is a series of one-night stands that you both swear mean absolutely nothing. (Yeah, right.)

TAGS: 18+ only! switch!vi, childhood friends to fwb to ???, mental health issues, mentions of alcohol, blood and injury, sex as a coping mechanism, pining, angst, ambiguous ending.

NOTES: vi drives me absolutely insane idk what else to say. hopefully this is good and somewhat in-character cause im very nervous about that.

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Through the whispers of nosy neighbors and bar gossip, your past comes back to haunt you. It takes the form of a woman fighting her way through champions in the Pit, some no-name hothead who reminds you of the angry little girl you befriended a long, long time ago.

Things were simple back then, but never easy; better times when you weren’t responsible for putting food on the table, and you never understood why your mom stressed the importance of staying close to home. Now, you work a job at a local consignment shop and pay your skeevy landlord way too much for such a shit apartment.

You knew her before she shortened her name to Vi, and before you could comprehend the idea of a crush. Violet was your first crush—you liked the way she stood up for you against the neighborhood bullies, always so brave and nice and cool with her pink hair—and you haven't seen her in over ten years. Last you heard, she was thrown in Stillwater for murder, and Powder fucked off to Janna-knows-where in the aftermath.

So you don’t expect a pounding on your front door in the middle of the night, and you really don’t expect the older version of your childhood friend to greet you. For a long moment, you consider the possibility that this is all just a vivid, lucid dream ripped straight from some dusty folder in your memory bank.

And then she speaks, shuffling on her feet in a strange, vertigo-esque dance. “I thought I’d find you here.”

The messy slur to her words gives her away. Drunk. Given the distance of your apartment to the nearest bar, you wonder how in the hell she even made it this far. What brought her here in the first place.

“Vi?”

Her but not. Choppy black hair, a blue-bruised undereye, taller than you remember. A nose ring that gives an edge to the soft features of her face now filled out with age. Tattooed on the cheek and neck and the bare skin of her forearms that you only notice when she steadies herself with a hand against the door frame.

“In the flesh.” She stretches out her arms and dips into a bow, almost plowing face-first into the floor. A good thing, then, that you saw it coming and use your own body to fight the gravity weighing her down.

Janna's tits, she's heavy. Skin woven over sinew, thick around the biceps that you grab to steady her. “Okay, uh. How about I get you some water?”

You open the door and wait patiently as she shuffles inside your apartment, before shutting it with a click then a metallic thump of the lock. When you turn around, she's sprawled out on the couch, a drawn-out, muffled groan reaching your ears.

This is fucking weird. After so many years, for her to show up at your door unannounced— rumors of her imprisonment notwithstanding—throws you off kilter. Really, you never thought you'd see her again. The flash of pink hair in a crowd at most, not… not this: her sucking the air from your living room, drooling a puddle into the fabric beneath her head, already snoring a symphony.

With a huff of breath, you leave to fetch a blanket from your closet, and come back to untie her scuffed-up boots before tucking her in for the night. You put her shoes next to the door, fill up a glass of water, and settle in for a sleep curled up on the floor in the living room. It’s instinct at this point. Staying close to listen for her cries, or the sound of her gagging, or her nightmare-catalyzed fussing.

(After her parents died, she suffered from horrible dreams. You stopped sleeping in her bed for a while during sleepovers, after one too many times of jolting awake to the sensation of bruising pain. A fist to your back, a kick to your knee, as if she was fighting something you couldn't comprehend.)

Throughout the night, she mumbles in her sleep. Wakes long enough to adjust her blanket then roll over, again and again. Until—

“You awake?”

Her voice filters through the static of the ether, and your eyes blink open to the blurry sight of the water-stained ceiling, a blue cast to the room from your moon-filtered window.

“You sober?”

“Unfortunately,” she grumbles, voice dragged through sharded glass. “Sorry about… everything.”

The couch creaks beneath her shifting weight as she turns to look at you, eyes unbearably blue even through the darkness. So pretty.

“How are you?” A pressing question you've been itching to know, alongside the curious what the hell happened? and a less polite why are you here?

“What do you think?”

“I haven't seen you in ten years. How the hell would I know?”

You can feel the snark coming, an electric sizzle to the air, and the bickering reminds you of old times with such bittersweet nostalgia that each pump of your heart physically aches. Deep down, shoved in some cobwebbed corner of grey-matter denial, you missed this. Missed Vi in all her stubborn, impulsive, heart-on-sleeve glory.

“I don't even know who I am anymore,” she says, voice a secretive mutter, resigned and exhausted. So many confessions woven into eight simple words.

You sit up from the floor, back cracking in protest, and plop down beside the couch. Face-to-face with Vi, her features slowly sharpening into view. She looks away, showcasing the slope of her profile—the dark smudge of her lashes, the small bump on her nose, the pout of her lower lip. There's a bruise taking shape just beneath her jawline, a mottled purple-black that you trace with your eyes.

“Where'd you get these bruises from?” you ask, thumb a perfect fit inside its irregular edges.

She jolts at the contact, but doesn't pull away. Says, “The Pit.”

All the air rushes from your lungs in a single, drawn-out breath. You can't believe it, even though you should. She gravitates toward violence, a penchant that began after the death of her parents. Street fights are one thing, but The Pit? That's…

“Janna's tits, Violet. You got a death wish?”

“I guess you could call it that.” Her shadowed form shrugs. “Doesn't matter anyway. I need the money, and fighting is the only thing I'm good for.”

You click your tongue, offended on her behalf. “Says who?”

“Me.”

Your heart sinks. Is that really how she sees herself? Good for nothing but violence?

“Vi—”

“Can I borrow your shower before I leave?”

The sharp shift in topic sends you reeling, and you barely manage to scoot away from the couch before she throws her legs over the side, feet planted right where you just sat.

“Uh, yeah. I should have some clothes that fit you, if you need.”

“That would be great, actually.”

You fail to mention, for reasons unbeknownst to you, that the clothes you hand her a few minutes later belonged to an ex-girlfriend from a year or two back. Drawing a similar conclusion takes no effort, though, and Vi inspects the underwear with a puppydog tilt to her head.

“Girlfriend?”

“Ex.“

She scoffs, balling the clothes up beneath her arm. “Been there, done that.”

Then she stands there for a long few moments, gaze glued to the sheets of your bed, lips twisted into a sour frown. And then, as if nothing happened, she blinks out of her trance, head snapping toward you.

“Come with me,” she says, nodding to the open bathroom door and the orange glow spilling from within.

“What, like… shower with you?”

Another shrug. “I could use the company.”

Following her into the bathroom is easy. Easier than it should be, given the long passage of time, but you're no stranger to one-night stands. Picking a pretty woman up from a bar, bringing her home, cooking breakfast the next morning to cancel out the hangover before never seeing her again.

This is different, though. Special. An opportunity that you should really take a second to mull over, but you're already watching her undress with the door closed, and the sight of her naked back smashes your self-control to bits. Intricate lines of dark ink paint her skin shoulder-to-shoulder, trailing down the back of each arm, following the soft curves of her muscles. Beautiful work—whether because of the canvas or in spite of it, you aren't sure.

“I like your tattoos,” you say, embarrassingly breathless.

She spins around fast as a whip, barely giving you time to register the glint of metal peeking from either side of her nipples before you're gawking at the huge shoe-sized bruise curling over her ribs.

“You can't shower with your clothes on,” she says, a playful quirk to her lips that sends you into action.

She's given you tunnel vision in the worst way. At the sight of the barbell pierced through each nipple, and the stretchmarks that fan over her hips and thighs, and the sinew of her biceps, you forget to bitch at her about the physical shape she's in. Injuries that don't seem to slow her down at all.

You've never stripped so fast in your life, trapped beneath her low-lidded gaze. To be fair, it's been a while. You entered a dry spell after your most recent breakup and never really recovered, and now there's a beautiful woman standing in front of you. Naked. Staring at you like she wants to eats you up then lick her fingers clean.

“Nice.”

You can’t help but laugh at her reaction, suppressing the urge to hide yourself. You feel flayed open, desperate, hot beneath the skin. No better time to step around her and turn the shower on.

As you wait for the water to heat up, a spare toothbrush set aside for her to use, the air in the room sizzles with electricity. Tension. You can't take your eyes off each other in the mirror, even as you spit toothpaste in the sink. When you crawled into bed last night, you never could have imagined that this is where you’d end up, but you aren’t about to complain. She's beautiful, and she actually wants you. What more do you need?

When Vi steps beneath the shower spray, grey-dyed droplets sluice down her face and back to pool an opaque puddle at her feet. She sweeps strings of wet hair off her forehead, lashes brushing against her cheeks. Her closed eyes give you the opportunity to openly stare, stomach taut with lines of muscle, a nest of dark pink fur at the apex of her thighs. Tattoos, heavy tits, thick, toned legs.

Janna's mercy, what a woman.

Once she's scrubbed herself down and washed half the dye from her hair (while you freeze to death in the corner), it doesn't take long for her to step into your space, hands both calloused and warm curling around your waist. You audibly swallow, trapped in the sea of her eyes and the cute freckles peppered across her nose and cheeks. Your gaze drifts down to her lips, entranced by the scar that bisects pink flesh.

With a shuddering sigh, you whisper, “I missed you.”

And then she kisses you, hands moving to cup your face as you press against the steadfast line of her body. This isn't about love, or intimacy, or anything other than brain-stem urges—and from the way she kisses you, all rough and wanting, she's needed this for a while, too.

Her teeth sink into the pulse of your neck, breath a wet heat over your chest that strikes a shiver up your spine. “I didn't want to leave you.”

“I know.”

“It wasn't by choice.”

“It's okay. You're here now.”

She pulls away from your neck with an audible pop, nodding her head, eyes glittering like the out-of-reach stars. A contradiction of hope and melancholy written in the wrinkle of her brow.

“I need this.”

With a tender smile, you smooth the hair away from her face. “You have me, Skipper.”

Vi groans, nose scrunching (a lot cuter than it has any right to be). “Way to ruin the moment.”

You had no choice, really. Things were getting a bit too intimate for comfort, given the fact that she already planned on leaving. No sense in digging up old feelings that you'd have to bury again a few hours from now.

“What? It's a cute nickname.”

“No, it's embarrassing.” Still, she latches onto you, even as she physically recoils from discomfort. Runs her thumbs over the soft skin of your waist, over and over and over again.

“I can make it up to you,” you purr, fingertips trailing down the soft grooves of her stomach, toward the fluff of pink hair on her mound.

Her eyes widen a fraction, crystalline in their make-up—the kind of blue you've only seen in your dreams. Gone is the playful tenderness of moments previous, nothing left but a raging fire of heat. Desperation.

She kisses you hard on the mouth, forces you back against the cold shower wall with a muted thump. Your lips part on a groan, and her tongue slips between your teeth. She tastes like the mint of toothpaste and the bitter afterglow of alcohol, chest a purring vibration against your own.

You tilt your head back with a gasp, far enough away to speak.

“I have—” canine teeth sharp against the pulse of your neck, “a bed—” a thick arm curling around your back, “that we can use.”

“Not a fan of shower sex?” she asks, mouthing over the curve of your shoulder.

“Shit, who is?”

Her breath fans hot over your skin as she laughs. “Good point.”

You're a flurried tangle of limbs from the shower to the next-room mattress. The bedroom is small, barely wide enough to fit a dresser and a twin-sized bed and a desk. The rent in this part of the Undercity remains dirt cheap, but you sacrifice certain luxuries as a result.

At least you have a headboard. The very same that knocks against the wall when you shove her back onto the bed, springs creaking in protest. You stand between her spread thighs, hypnotized by the splay of her wet hair (and the black dye seeping into your sheets), her body painting the perfect, Vi-sized outline from the water neither of you bothered to dry off.

“I had the fattest crush on you when we were kids.”

You aren't sure why you say it. Too consumed by the dark freckle beside her belly button to filter your thoughts, but that one in particular? A fantastic way to ruin the mood. The era of your friendship might constitute the worst years of her life.

She exhales a laugh. “I liked you, too,” said all quiet and tender, and you lock your knees to keep from pouncing on her.

No, you have to take this slow, to savor everything that comes next.

You lower to your knees, the floor rock-solid and freezing, and scoot into her space when she spreads her legs for you, your fingers splayed over her thighs.

“You don't have to…” her sentence trails off, palm calloused and warm over your knuckles.

“I want to, though.” Tufts of coarse pink hair frame the puffy flesh of her clit, swollen and blush-red. As beautiful as the rest of her. Your mouth waters at the thought of her taste. “As long as you want me to.”

“Fuck, I—” her head collapses back against the bed, hips tilting up toward your face, “please.”

How could you ever say no to that?

You start by ghosting wet kisses over the sensitive skin inside her knee, soft pecks that trail up to the crook between thigh and pelvis, the downy hairs on her leg tickling your nose. So warm and soft against your mouth, muscles tightening in anticipation.

Just when she reaches for you with a trembling sigh, you switch to the other side, lips twitching into a smile at her frustrated groan. Can't spend too long away from her pretty cunt, though. You spread her puffy labia to find her already wet, clenching and empty.

“So pretty,” you coo, thumb circling over her hole, mouth puckering around her clit in a tender kiss.

Her thighs close on either side of your head, effectively muffling your hearing. She says something that you can’t make out, and you suckle on that little bundle of nerves until she’s grinding into your face, hard enough to bloody your nose. But it excites you—the enthusiasm in her reaction, the salt-musk taste of her cunt, the slick that smears over your cheeks and chin. A hand finds the back of your head, the other curling over your fingers that squeeze the fat of her thigh.

You slide two free fingers into her, groaning at the tight, wet heat—a burning sun—that engulfs them. Soft as silk, perfect juxtaposition to the wiry hairs that tickle your knuckles. Every part of her is perfect. Breathtaking in that rare, once-in-a-lifetime way.

She spreads her legs, feet flat on the bed, and arches up into your mouth. A shudder flows through her like spitting water, muscles tensing beneath your hand each time your fingers bottom out, noisy and slick. You're in ecstasy, floating somewhere thoughtless and warm and wonderful. The needy pulse between your legs means little when you have her taste on your tongue and her cunt milking your fingers.

She comes with a broken gasp, back arching off the bed, pretty tits bouncing as she paws at your hand and head, grip so tight you fear her breaking a bone. For a moment, you struggle to breathe, nose buried in the curls on her mound, lips suckling quick and rhythmic on her clit.

Fuck, you like being used for her pleasure.

When the afterglow fades, neither of you talk about what just happened. You fetch a wet washcloth to wipe her up then clean your hands and face in the bathroom sink. Nothing needs to be said when you both got what you wanted. Satiation blankets the room in a dense fog of fatigue, and you curl into each other beneath the sheets, naked bodies pressed together. She's warm, and soft, and smells like you.

(Distantly, like an itch at the back your brain, you think you could get used to this.)

The next morning, you wake to a cold, empty apartment. You go back to bed.

You're used to being alone.

—

A week later, the budding loneliness leads you to a nearby club. Your neighborhood likens to a ghost town of shadowed streets and poverty. Apartment buildings stalwart despite the foundational rot, landlords that deal in theft, broken windows on first floors—the stink of melancholy permeates this place.

Apex Eleven burns bright with life, with sex and shimmer and the sweat of drunken bodies. In a nearby corner, a woman stands bent over, hands pressed to the wall, a man rutting against her. Shameless beneath the neon lights. The sight does nothing for you, and you quickly search for something else to occupy your curiosity. You press into the crowd, through a fog of smoke and grinding couples, the floor beneath your shoes sticky from spilled alcohol. Your destination is the bar, and beyond that, the bed of a pretty woman. Anything to wash the taste of Vi from your mouth.

But Janna's grace is a fickle thing, and the sight of Vi sat at the bar leaves you begging for mercy. While you had a great time, and, sure, your stomach flips at the sight of her again, the problem with her presence lies in your own tangle of hang-ups—one such issue being insecurity. Better to leave your relationships as one-night stands and acquaintances than to cope with the inevitable. At an early age, you learned that losing people hurts. The Undercity only nurtured that pain over the years, proved to you that attachments just aren’t worth it.

She's talking with a pretty woman stood to her right, elbow balanced atop the table, head cradled in her hand. A pile of glasses surround her, stacked haphazardly in groups of twos and threes. It shouldn’t matter. You had your night, and you’ve gone your separate ways. What she does or who she talks to is none of your business, loaded-gun history or otherwise.

So you choose a spot a few chairs down from her left, shielded by two rowdy men seated between you. All you need is a drink or five, the kind that burns something awful on the way down. Maybe a pretty girl to dance with, if you're really lucky.

To that wish, Janna laughs in your face. She whisks Vi over with an invisible tug to her shirt and deposits the woman of your long-held fantasies right beside you.

“Need a drink?” Vi asks, waving the bartender over with a suspiciously sober call of his name.

With all the empty glasses that surrounded her, there’s no conceivable way she could even form words, let alone stroll over to your seat as if she’s conquered the world. Maybe she has. This is Vi, after all.

“What's the occasion?”

She rests her forearms on the bar, raising two fingers at the bartender. “Beat the champion tonight. I thought I should celebrate.”

“By buying drinks for pretty girls?”

A tired shrug. “That's the idea.”

Her head swivels to face you before her eyes do, and during that split-second blip of time, woven in the subtle knot of her brow, you see it. Pain. Regret, maybe. You're unsure of the source, but it cloaks her like a second skin.

The man slides two drinks across the counter with a nod of his head, and before you can thank him, Vi gulps down the liquid inside her glass. Sucks a breath through grit teeth and shakes the shock from her brain.

Once again, you witness the slip of her bravado. All bite; canine teeth and bruised knuckles. A dog attacking out of fear.

But why?

“Dance with me.” Her clammy hand wraps around your fingers, tugging you toward the packed crowd on the dance floor.

She glances back at you with a teasing grin, beautiful beneath the neon lights as bass-filled music thrums and vibrates your ribs. You find a good spot nearby, but the dancers surrounding you push your bodies together. Chest-to-chest, she leans forward, hands steady on your waist.

“You look nice,” she says, lips pressed to your ear.

Already, a hunger gnaws deep in the pit of your belly. Despite the heat, her leather jacket remains cool beneath your fingers as you tug her closer. Then you kiss her. Bottom lip split at the center, vodka and metal on your tongue, and you collapse against her. Weak, eager, running on impulse.

You never get the chance to actually dance. What starts out as kissing eventually escalates to her groping your ass right there on the floor, which escalates to you tugging her toward the bathroom with its dingy lighting and graffiti-covered walls. She chooses a stall furthest away from the door and shoves you back against the flimsy wall. The lock clicks with a solid thud. She drops to her knees.

“I never got to pay you back for last week,” she says, yanking your pants then underwear down.

You step out of one leg, then hook your knee over her shoulder.

Vi makes you stupid. You know this, you understand this, and yet you're weak to fight her gravitational pull. Really, you don’t even want to. You can’t even blame your impulsivity on the alcohol. Barely have a buzz.

All the second-guessing fizzles out as soon as her lips meet your cunt. She eats you out like it's all she's been thinking about. Messy and reverent. Loud with her muffled moans, gaze low-lidded and cloudy each time she pulls back to look at you all spread out for her.

It's the hottest thing you've ever seen, and despite her sloppy technique, you can't bring yourself to care when she looks up at you with crystalline eyes. Your fingers comb through her hair, the strands soft, hairline slick with sweat.

She circles your clit with her tongue and the leg holding you upright almost collapses. The back of your head smacks against the wall as the muscles of your abdomen clench. Her hands rise to cup your tits through your shirt, lips wrapping around your swollen clit. When she starts to hum, the vibration settles deep in your bones and turns your insides to putty.

You come with a bitten-off groan, breath catching in your throat, chest curling toward the top of her head. If not for her steadfast grip around your waist, your ass would hit the floor from how hard and fast the pleasure slams into you. For a long few moments, you're swept away, floating somewhere thoughtless and euphoric.

When you come back to your body, she kisses you. Soft and lazy. Tender. Splays her hands over your back and holds you like you're something precious. Like you're worthy enough to keep. Her tongue sweeps slow over your own and your arms curl around her neck, trapping her in place.

You’ve never been kissed like this, held like this before. Sharing intimacy likens to scratching an instinctual itch. You fuck for pleasure, you kiss for pleasure, you cuddle to burn the chill from your skin.

But this? This means something. The closest thing to love you'll most likely ever get. Might as well savor it while you can.

You bring her back to your apartment. Follow the same routine as last time (though a lot easier without her drunken stumbling): sharing a shower, eating her out, cleaning the both of you up afterward. You fetch a snack from the kitchen to share in bed, and your concern for her well-being only grows when she inhales her portion. Like she hasn't eaten in days.

“You can stay here whenever you want, ya know.” Said after another snack, both of you tucked in beneath the sheets.

Her fingers stop their back-and-forth stroking of your arm. “Yeah. I know.”

“It's just me here, so…”

“I appreciate it, but I'm okay.”

You try to brush off the declined invitation, but it stings regardless. An emotion that pings around inside your ribs, that you swallow down with a smile.

“Okay.”

—

There's blood on your bathroom floor and an injured Vi curled up naked in the tub. A bar fight, she said when she showed up at your door, teeth chattering from leftover adrenaline.

You don't get it. What she keeps fighting against. Why the blood doesn't matter to her.

The pool of water in the sink turned red a while ago as her clothes sit in some homemade mixture taught by your mom to help remove stains. You pick glass out of her scalp with a pair of shitty tweezers that don't even close all the way, cooped up in the pathetically small bathroom by a spread of every first-aid item found inside the apartment.

She makes you angry, makes you wanna cry sometimes when you think too hard about her pain.

“Why'd you do it?” you ask, voice whispered and wavering.

She hasn't looked at you since you opened the front door.

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does to me.”

She offers up one of her signature shrugs in explanation, and you want to scream. “It's funny. The whole time, I thought I was doing what's right, and it still cost me everything.”

You don't understand what she means, but you don't think she's in the mood for explanations. So you dab the blood from her hair and listen.

“At least I have you, right?”

Your heart tenders like a fresh bruise at the rasp in her voice and the empty look in her eyes. You want to pull her to your chest and say tell me all your troubles so I can help carry them.

You're in too deep. She gazes at you like you’re the only person left in the world, and you’re in too deep. Her blood is on your hands, beneath your fingernails, staining your floor. You'll never wash her out of this place.

“Always, Skipper.”

You're fucked. You're fucked.

“I can't protect you. Can't protect anybody anymore.”

“That's not your job. Besides, I have a gun for a reason.” You pause, washcloth pressed to where the blood still seeps. “Don't tell anybody I said that.”

Her first laugh of the night exhales soft out of her mouth. A lovely sound given her current condition. You could listen to it every day for the rest of your life.

“Do you think I could stay here a few days? At least until I heal up a bit.”

“Stay as long as you need, Vi. To be honest, I’d appreciate the company.”

“My company, or—”

“Specifically yours.”

She remains quiet for a moment, lips twitching at the corners, before she mutters, “Huh. Good to know.”

After you patch her up then help her to bed, she passes out. Stretched across the mattress, halfway under the sheets, drooling a wet spot in the pillow. You decide to leave her be and resign yourself to a night on the couch.

The rest of the week is eventless. You both talk a lot, mostly about your shared childhood and what happened in the years you were separated. Having someone to warm your bed, to fill the empty space of your lonely apartment is… nice. Once again, you find yourself slipping into the unnatural realm of domestication. The routine of waking up next to her, then fixing breakfast, then going to work, then coming home to her sprawled out on the couch.

Toward the end of the week, she finally tells you about her ex. The betrayal, losing Powder (Jinx), losing everything she had left in one fell swoop. You get it now—the drinking, the violence, the Pit, all her pain. Would no doubt do the same if you experienced even half the suffering she's been through.

The conversation happens when your dreams start bleeding through to your consciousness, in that odd state of pseudo-sleep brought on by exhaustion. A good time to bear her heart, when her words filter through the cotton of your ears. Still, you catch all of them.

When you wake the next morning to find all proof of her gone from your apartment, you aren't even surprised. She isn't ready to face the things chasing her, and you can't fix this on your own (no matter how badly you wish you could).

But you can go to the club and find solace in a pretty woman's bed.

—

You don't see her again until the battle against Noxus. Stood beside the infamous Commander Kiramman, speaking in intimate whispers, familiar in a way that settles betrayal in the pit of your stomach—maybe a bit more jealousy than you'd like to admit.

All the breath drains from your lungs when the woman circles a hand around her arm and the realization hits you. She's the ex Vi talked about, and despite the very important details Vi chose to leave out, there’s no mistaking blue eyes and deep blue hair and tall and thin and pretty.

(You were doomed from the fucking start. How could you ever compete with a piltie? One of the richest, most influential of them all?)

Vi gazes out at the crowd with thick arms crossed over her chest, and you hope she skips over your unremarkable form in a sea of unremarkable people. The time you spent together meant nothing—less than nothing. It's your own fault for betraying all you learned over the years. The only person you can blame is yourself.

Her gaze meets yours, and your heart skitters to a stop. Those pretty eyes widen. Time stills. Anger burns a hole through your chest. You shake your head at her when she takes a step forward, and spin on your heel to flee into the crowd.

Until you hear the familiar call of your name.

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Sorry guys but suits were made for her

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𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

toxic!ellie x reader, abby x reader summary: it’s been months since ellie admitted her love for you. although she promised she’d change, she’s stuck in her old ways. you decide to get back at her by seeking comfort elsewhere. warnings: cheater!ellie, cheater!reader, fingering, choking, tiny mention of edging and overstim, brief mention of squirting, ANGST. a continuation of unpunishable. wc: 6.5k<3

Things were great with Ellie when you first got back with her. It almost felt like a brand new relationship. She was slowly opening herself up to you; there were nights when the two of you would stay up til dawn discussing her past. You would console her after, even though she never shed a tear, what you heard was enough for you to cry. You were so happy at first. You were finally getting what you wanted. But everyday, you felt a sense of impending doom as if it could all be taken away with a snap of a finger. 

You looked up at Ellie, your eyes squinted as you fought to keep them open. Her fingers were pounding into you with so much force that it shook the bed. Her free hand rested on your cheek with her thumb in your mouth. You let out muffled whines, feeling dizzy as you were getting close to cumming again. 

“Shh, baby,” said Ellie. “You gotta stay quiet.”

You tried to speak but couldn't, Ellie’s thumb in the way. She sent you a devilish smirk. “What was that? Hm? I couldn't hear you,” she taunted. She slipped a third finger in, your eyes widening and a loud groan escaping your throat. 

“You like it when I stretch you out with my fingers?” You nodded profusely, sucking and biting her thumb harshly as you felt pressure in your lower abdomen. 

“You’re gonna cum? Yeah? You wanna cum for me baby?” 

You whined, practically begging without verbalizing that you wanted—no, needed—to cum again. It was becoming too much. This was the fifth time in a row and you could feel how wet the sheets were underneath you. It almost made you feel overwhelmed. Ellie had made you squirt twice. You didn't even know you could do that until tonight and she has overstimulated you many times before. You knew you would be dehydrated after this and you silently prayed that Ellie’s stamina was finally running low. Lord knows she could go on for hours and hours. The pressure was building up more. You were coated with sweat, shaking profusely as Ellie fingered your sensitive hole. Your moans grew louder, still muffled with Ellie’s thumb, as you felt yourself reach your peak. Once you knew it was finally coming, Ellie just stopped.

She pulled her fingers out of you and sucked on them, chuckling at your expression. “N-No, no,” you whined, bucking your hips up. “Fuck, Ellie! Why would you… why would you do that? I was right there.”

“I just like torturing you.”

You could've cried. You were so desperate for release and now it was slowly fading away. You could feel your cunt throbbing. You reached down, your fingers barely brushing your swollen clit before Ellie grabbed your wrist and pinned it aside your head.

“What was that?” Ellie questioned. “You don't get to finish. I don't want you to. You've had enough, don't you think?”

“But… but Ellie!”

“You'll live,” Ellie said harshly, a grin growing on her face. You shut your eyes to avoid eye contact with her. She placed a kiss on your pouty lips and stood up.  She disappeared into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, coming back with a towel. She placed it on the bed trying to soak up as much as she could. “It probably went through the sheets,” she mumbled to herself. You heard her phone vibrating on the bedside table. She picked it up and set it back down, rolling her eyes. “Call you back later, Dina.”

Your eyes shot open at the mention of Dina, Ellie’s ex girlfriend before you. From your knowledge, Dina was the reason Ellie decided to sleep around with women instead of dating them. She left Ellie for Jesse, their mutual friend, which broke her heart and made her close herself up.

“Ellie,” you whispered. “You’re talking to Dina?”

Ellie cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“Why is Dina calling you? You’re speaking with her again?”

“Oh my god,” Ellie groaned.

“What?”

“I didn't even know you could hear me. Stop making a big deal out of it. I wasn't even talking to you.”

You tried raising up, your body weak and trembling from dehydration. You gave Ellie a nasty look, nasty enough to piss her off.

“Don't fucking look at me like that,” she snapped. “I hate when you do that.”

“Don't fucking speak to me like that. I was just saying, Ellie! Fuck. Way to ruin a good night.”

“Yeah, it’s my fault. Sure,” Ellie said sarcastically.

“Fucking Christ, Ellie! I was just asking! I don't want you talking to your ex girlfriend, it bothers me!”

“Why, does it hurt your feelings?” Ellie asked in a mocking tone. She pouted her lips a bit which made you furious.

“Yes, Ellie, it does. And it hurts that you're immediately overreacting and going off on me for saying something!”

“Oh, I’m overreacting?”

“Yes!”

“Well, you know what? I'm tired of you always getting insecure about dumb shit. I'm tired of you bringing it to my attention too. You know I wouldn't do anything with her and that's what pisses me off. We’re just friends. You’re accusing me of  bullshit when you know better than that. Knowing I’ll get pissed off,” Ellie suddenly squatted down by the side of the bed, looking up at you with a glare. “You know what, do us both a favor. Get a fucking diary and put your thoughts there. I don't care to hear them.”

She stood up straight, throwing the towel down on the ground and kicking it away from her feet. “You can be such a fucking bitch sometimes,” Ellie muttered under her breath. But to her surprise, you heard loud and clear what she said. You scrunched your face up, anger and hurt rushing through your veins. Your chest rose up and down with every breath, quickening as you felt yourself grow even more pissed off. You couldn't let it slide. You stood up, stumbling towards the dresser to yank it open. You grabbed a pair of clean clothes and shoved them on. Once you were dressed, you stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room where Ellie sat on the couch.

“Call me a bitch again, Williams. This time to my fucking face,” you spat out.

“You know what… I think I liked you better when you took shit from me.”

You chuckled dryly, resting your hand on your forehead in disbelief.

“Get out, I wanna be alone,” Ellie hissed.

“C’mon, Ellie. Go ahead. Just say it to my face and I'll leave you alone. I’ll stop accusing you of shit even though I never did. Say it, Ellie. Go ahead!”

“Get out!”

“Oh, you can't call me a bitch to my face? You have to be a fucking… a fucking pussy who talks shit under her breath?”

“No, I'm not afraid to call you a bitch. Because you can be a bitch sometimes and you're being one right now.”

“You know what? Since I'm such a fucking bitch, how about you text your other bitch Dina. Get a break from this one.”

Suddenly, Ellie held her phone out to you. “I already have,” she said.

You rushed over to the couch, bending over a bit to read the screen. Your eyes widened. You went to grab her phone but Ellie was quick to lock it and throw it next to her.

“Are you fucking serious, Ellie?”

You stood up straight and turned away from her, not letting her see the tears rolling down your face.

“You’re not tough shit anymore, huh? This is what you wanted, right?”

“You texted her before I even said anything!” you yelled, spinning back around to see her giving you that sly smile she used to when she'd break up with you. “And I’m being a fucking cunt! You know I wouldn't want you to fucking text her.”

“We’re not even doing anything.”

“My girlfriend is being such a bitch lol,” you said, using your fingers as quotation marks. “What idea is that supposed to give Dina?”

“I don't care. You know if I wanted to fuck her, I would've already done that.”

“Let me see your phone,” you demanded, holding your hand out. Ellie rolled her eyes, handing it over to you muttering something about how you wouldn't know the passcode to unlock it. You kept a straight face, snatching it from her hand and disappearing into the bathroom. You locked the door behind you and sat down on the closed toilet seat. With a shaky hand, your fingers tapped in the numbers 147369. It unlocked immediately. Ellie was stupid to think you couldn't guess that, especially when she has unlocked her phone in front of you a million times. It was easy. It was the three numbers on the left and right. A toddler could have guessed that.

You opened up her texts with Dina, ignoring the recent one she just sent. You scrolled up, your eyes scanning the texts for anything out of the ordinary. Ellie asked about JJ a lot. You weren't sure who that was until you stumbled across a picture of a baby. You almost felt bad. It must have hurt Ellie seeing that. But she didn't seem to care. She seemed happy for Dina. All these texts were completely normal it seemed. You sighed, thinking about giving up and just scrolling really high until you saw a bunch of photos being sent between them. You immediately scrolled back down, catching a glimpse of some of the texts Ellie sent to Dina along with nudes being shared between the two. You swallowed the lump in your throat, locking the phone and standing up.

You brought it out to Ellie, throwing it on the cushion next to her. “Told you you wouldn't figure out my passcode,” Ellie teased.

“She doesn’t feel as good as you,” you said. Ellie’s whole demeanor dropped. “She doesn't feel as—”

“Babe, that wasn't… what it looked like.”

“I don't really care, Ellie,” you sighed. You began to walk away but Ellie was up and pulling you back before you could make it to the door. You tried shoving her hands off but Ellie kept a firm grip on you.

“Look at me, please…” Ellie nearly whined. “We were broken up. I was lonely, I-I was just saying things.”

You stared down at her with a blank expression. You didn't even care anymore. Your relationship with Ellie had gone too far. You were weak; always coming back to her when she'd break up with you. You took her back after you caught her talking up some girl. Now you find out she's been texting Dina for awhile and even sent nudes once. You didn't check the date of the messages, Ellie knew you would be too focused on the photos so it was easy to lie to you. But you didn't care. Together or not, Ellie still did it.

“Say something please?”

“Go fuck yourself,” you ripped yourself out of her grip and stomped into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. All you wanted to do was cry. But your tears had dried up and all that was left was the urge to get even with her. There was no telling if it was just nudes or if Ellie met up with Dina to fuck her. So, maybe you’d send nudes to someone else. And you knew exactly who to look for. You got on Ellie’s side of the bed, grabbing your phone from under your pillow and opening up instagram. You typed in the username of the girl you knew had a crush on you in high school. Abby Anderson.

Abby was beautiful. But you were too damn focused on your little crush on Ellie back then to give her any attention. You stopped hanging around her once you got with Ellie which made you feel awful. You wouldn't be surprised if she ignored you or blocked you. But it didn't hurt to try.

you: hey! long time no see:)

abby: oh wow hey

abby: haven't seen you since high school. you look good

you: thanks abby, you look rlly good too. you buffed up

abby: thanks:)

you: sorry for messaging you so late. saw you were back in town on your story and you've been on my mind since. just wanted to see how you were doing

abby: yeah, im in town for a few days. i’m here a few days out of every month lol. but im great, how are you?

you: hmmm could be better

you: why do u come back every month?

abby: mainly to catch up with friends but also i just like seeing my dad as cringe as that is

you: that's sweet

you: maybe we could catch up with each other?:)

abby: i didn't think you'd wanna see me. we weren't rlly close near the end of school.

you: yeah i know:\ that's my fault. i knew you had a crush on me and i didn't reciprocate it at the time. i was focused on someone else and started dating her and i felt like i was hurting u somehow by being so close to u so i distanced myself

you: i regret that, im sorry

abby: wtf you knew i liked you??

abby: and it's okay. i understand

you: abby you would blush every time i spoke to u

abby: fuck that's embarrassing

abby: wait

abby: “at the time” ??

you: hm… youve been on my mind.

abby: how so?

You contemplated your next move. You slowly lifted your shirt up, exposing the bottom half of your breasts but keeping your nipples covered. You took a photo and sent it to her. She immediately opened it up. You felt your heart beating out of your chest, the anticipation of her response eating you up.

abby: oh fuck

abby: i wasn't expecting that

you: too forward?

abby: is it too forward for me to say i wanna see more?

you: i’ll show you whatever you wanna see abby:)

abby: fuck me

You and Abby began sending nudes back and forth, saying dirty things in between them and complimenting each other. Abby sent one that nearly made you whine. Her toned arms were in the photo, making you squirm in the bed and squeeze your thighs together. She looked so delicious. You took more photos to send to her, ignoring the thought of Ellie all alone in the living room.

Ellie’s eyes never left the bottom crack of the door, watching for movement to figure out what you were doing in there. She heard the occasional shuffling of the sheets but no shadows crept through the door. She had her phone against her ear, whispering to Dina through the receiver.

“I fucked up,” she said. “I don't know if she’ll ever forgive me for it.”

“I agree that it was wrong of you to keep my nudes for so long but you have to try and explain to her that we slept together when the two of you were broken up. I don't want her to think I tried taking you away from her.”

Ellie was silent. She had no idea how to break the news to Dina.

“Ellie? You were broken up with her, right?”

“I mean… we were the next day.”

“Ellie!”

“I know…”

“Oh my God, Ellie! I feel so sick. I never would've done that had I known,” Dina stated, aggravation and disgust in her tone.

“That’s why I didn't say anything.”

“God, you're so messed up Ellie. Maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore. I worry you focus too much on my life and I definitely don't want to interfere with your relationship. She seems like a sweet girl. Go and apologize to her, fix your relationship and let me go.”

“Dina, you know I don't love you. I see you as my friend but it doesn't hurt me to not speak with you. That night I was saying fucked up things that I didn't mean. I wasn't fair to you and I’m sorry for lying to you.”

“I say you're focused on my life because you always ask about JJ. I think you’re still attached to me,” said Dina.

“No… I like seeing JJ because… pft, I don't know. Maybe I've been thinking about asking her if she wants kids with me. And seeing JJ makes me feel… I don’t know. Seeing him makes me think I need to grow up and be a mother. I want to be a mother.”

Dina was silent after Ellie’s admission.

“I won't talk to you again. You're right. I need to fix this with her. I can't lose her again. Bye.”

Ellie hung up and set her phone down on the table. She rested her chin on the back of her hand, contemplating on what to say to you and how to apologize. She felt so sick to her stomach.

You got up from the bed after you were done sending pics to Abby, shutting the light off and getting back under the covers. Your heart was pounding while you were thinking of what to say next.

you: maybe we could meet up when u have the chance. i wanna see if you’re all bark no bite

abby: oh i bite

you: yeah?

abby: tomorrow night?

you: just tell me where and i’ll be there

Abby sent you the address to a club right outside of town. It was by the highway and it was a place you've never been to but heard so much about. Abby said her friends, Nora and Manny, were taking her there. But they wouldn't notice nor mind if she disappeared for awhile. You confirmed a time to meet up with her and set your phone down on the bed next to you. Your stomach was twisting and turning; you were full of shame and guilt. A tear slipped down your cheek. It hurt you to do this to Ellie. You wondered if you'd even be able to go through with it. How did Ellie ever do it, you thought. It was so difficult. How could she not struggle? Did she think of you when she did it? You thought of her the whole time.

Ellie was lying down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. You had turned the light off in the bedroom right when she was about to knock on the door. She didn't want to bother you after that. She felt like crying but she never cries. She had no clue how to let out all the emotions she was feeling. She was so used to keeping it hidden inside. And the only person she was able to open up to a bit was angry with her. Hopefully tomorrow, she'd be able to explain herself. She prayed you would give her another chance.

-

You stared at yourself in the mirror after you finished putting on your makeup. You were feeling nauseated knowing you were leaving you and Ellie's home to fuck another girl. You tried to excuse it in your head. Ellie has done this to you and she never cared. What's the problem with having your own fun with other women? How is it fair she can and you can’t?

You stood up, going to the full body mirror to study your outfit. You wore a short, white silk dress with fishnets and combat boots. You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm your nerves. You were starting to feel really bad but deep down, you wanted this. It wasn't just about getting even with Ellie anymore.

Ellie had been home from work for hours, just waiting for you to finally leave the bedroom so she could talk to you. But you never did. Ellie would hear shuffling every now and then on the other side of the door but you never came. She sighed, deciding finally that she needed to take a shower. She wished you'd at least let her in for that but went to the guest bathroom. Hopefully you'd be out of the bedroom by the time she was done.

You could hear Ellie walking down the hallway followed by the sound of a door opening and shutting. You took this as the perfect opportunity to sneak out. You grabbed your purse and phone, sending Abby a quick message.

you: see you soon;)

-

You were already pulling up to the club by the time Ellie got out of the shower. When she saw light coming into the living room from the open door, she started rushing towards it. “Babe?” she called out, peeking her head into the entrance of the room. When she saw you weren't there, she made her way to the kitchen. But there were no signs of you. She walked towards the front door to where her keys were and noticed yours was gone. Her heart ached at the sight. Ellie plopped down onto the couch, phone in hand already dialing your number.

Hey, it's— 

Ellie hung up and dialed again.

Hey, it’s—

“Fuck!” Ellie groaned out in frustration, slamming her phone down on the ground. Her hands found itself into her hair, tugging at the strands. Where were you? Ellie couldn't stop thinking about how once again for the millionth time, she fucked up. How could she be so stupid to risk losing you over women who don't mean shit to her?

You walked inside the club, the loud music making your insides vibrate. It didn't help at all with the nerves and excitement you were feeling. You wandered through the crowd, looking all around for Abby when suddenly a tall blonde was in your view. You couldn't believe this was happening. You pushed your way through the people until you made it to a clearing. The space led you straight to her. You walked slowly but confidently, a smile on your face once you finally made it behind her. You reached up and tapped her muscular shoulder.

Abby turned around quickly, looking down at you with a confused look until it registered that it was you. Her eyes softened, a smile playing on her lips as she held her arms out to hug you. You leaned against her side awkwardly, inhaling the scent of pine. Abby pulled you away and leaned forward, her lips barely grazing against your ear. “I didn't think you’d show up,” she yelled over the music.

“Why would you say that?” you questioned in her ear.

“I thought I was dreaming!”

You felt a blush form on your cheeks. You reached your hand up and gently placed it on the side of her neck.

“Still think you’re dreaming?”

Abby stood up straight, her eyes trailing down your body with a smirk. She held her hand out to you. You took it, allowing her to guide you through the crowd of bodies. You glanced backwards at her friends sitting at the bar, who were too lost in conversation to notice that Abby left. Hopefully they won't come looking for her. Abby opened the door and led you into a tiny, dingy restroom with a flickering light. She locked the door behind her and turned towards you, getting closer and closer until your back was against the wall.

“I know this is disgusting,” she apologized, referring to the restroom.

“I like disgusting.”

Abby inhaled deeply, reaching out and placing her hands on your hips. “Fuck,” she whispered. “I want to take my time with you.”

She pressed her lips firmly against yours, moaning at the contact. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled yourself up on your tippy toes, deepening the passionate kiss. Her hands left your hips and cupped your face. She slid her tongue across your upper lip, begging for an entrance. You parted your lips and darted your tongue out against hers, the kiss growing sloppier by the second as you clawed at her shirt. She picked you up and balanced you against the wall. Your legs wrapped around her waist instinctively. You pulled away to take a deep breath, batting your eyelashes up at her.

“Abby?” you breathed out.

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever fantasize about me?”

Abby’s brows turned upwards, her lips parted in a slight pout as every thought she ever had about you entered her mind. “I did,” she admitted.

“Tell me.”

“Why tell when I can show?” Abby teased, her fingers tracing over your clothed breast. You shuddered at the contact, arching your back slightly off the wall, desperate to feel more.

“I-I want you to tell me with your fingers inside me.”

Your words excited Abby. She wasted no time lifting up your dress to see you had no panties on with the fishnets. Her skilled fingers ripped an opening, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air.

“I always wondered what your pussy looked like,” said Abby, her thumb rubbing circles in your inner thigh. “It's prettier than I imagined. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Abby looked up at your shoulders, reaching up to drag the spaghetti straps down your arms. You lifted them up and out, letting the torso of the dress slip down to reveal your chest. Abby leaned down and wrapped a mouth around your nipple, her tongue circling and flicking it. Your soft moans echoed around you. Your hands gripped the back of her head tightly. Finally, your thoughts of Ellie were subsiding. The only thing on your mind was Abby. Abby, Abby, Abby. 

She pulled away, a soft pop sound escaping her lips as she broke the contact. She glanced down at your dripping cunt, desperate to touch it. To taste it. She set you down onto your feet so she could get on her knees. She grabbed your right leg and brought it over her shoulder, her hand wrapped around your thigh. She raised her free hand up to your pussy, her fingers sliding up your folds gathering your slick. You let out a shaky breath. She smiled, placing the pads of her fingers in her mouth and sucking them.

“You taste so good,” she complimented. Before you could thank her, her middle and third finger slid inside of you. You gasped at the feeling, your nails digging into her exposed shoulders. Abby watched your face carefully, her fingers going in and out at a steady pace. She shut her eyes for a split second to  focus on the sounds of pleasure that spilled from your lips.

“You have no idea just how much I thought about doing this to you,” she whispered against your thigh. “How badly I wanted to hear you moan my name.”

“Abby,” you whined.

“Say it again.”

You called out her name again, resting your head back against the wall with your eyes squeezed shut. It felt so good, her fingers were long and reached parts of you that you never could reach. Parts Ellie couldn't reach. Your eyes shot back open at the thought of Ellie. How is it that she’s still plaguing your mind when you have a hot, buff woman on her knees for you, wanting nothing more than to get you off? You push her away once again, glancing down at Abby with heavy eyes. “You feel so good,” you purred.

Abby brought her face closer and closer to your heat, her mouth slightly watering as her stomach did flips. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. She had an angel above her, moaning out her name and gripping onto her shoulders. You looked so beautiful. Abby felt as if you didn't deserve this. Getting fingered in a trashy club bathroom? She wished she could have taken you to the comfort of her bed.

Her lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly, eliciting a groan from you. You let out a string of cuss words as she drew circles with her tongue. Your legs trembled, making Abby grip your thigh harder to try and keep you held up as she ate you out and fingered you simultaneously.

“Fuck, Abby!” you hissed. “I-I… fuck.”

“Is this too much?” Abby questioned, taking her fingers out of you.

“God no, please don't stop. I… I just don't wanna fall.”

Abby gently pushed your thigh off her shoulder and stood up. She reached down to pick it up again, holding it against her hip while her fingers went back to work on your clit. You placed your hands on Abby’s chest, resting your forehead against it.

“Is that better?”

You hummed out an agreement. You gripped onto her shirt tightly and threw your head back so you could look up at her. “T-Tell me what you fantasized about,” you rushed out between breaths.

“It’s filthy. You’re too sweet. I don’t wanna weird you out.”

“Y-You don't know just how filthy I am, Abby.”

Abby’s fingers slid back down to your entrance. She shoved them in roughly, curling her fingers upwards onto your g spot.

“I always wanted to tie you up,” Abby breathed out. “Eat you out, make you cum over and over again. I wouldn't stop until you begged me to.”

Abby bit her lip, waiting for you to protest the idea. But your grip hardened, your nails digging into her flesh through her shirt.

“I’d leave marks all over you. I’d want everyone to know you’re mine.”

Ellie.

You pulled yourself into Abby's chest, burying your face into her neck. Stop thinking about her.

“Are you mine?”

Abby. Abby. Abby.

You could feel yourself growing closer. Your knees wobbled, causing Abby to hold you against her tighter. Your whines got louder and louder while your hips bucked. You were almost there. The pit in your stomach felt more intense than ever. You were desperate for release. Her fingers were drilling into you, speeding up when she felt you tighten around her.

“Are you, baby?”

Your orgasm came over you quick. You cried out in pleasure, dropping your foot back onto the ground and pushing Abby’s hand out of you. She held your trembling body in her strong arms, mumbling praises softly against the top of your head. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Abby kept holding you while you tried catching your breath, your legs weak and close to giving out. The impact of your climax was overpowering emotionally and physically. You didn't know what to do now. You didn't think this far ahead. You just stayed in Abby's arms and she let you.

“Are you okay?” inquired Abby, running her fingers gently through your hair.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered out.

“Do you want me to let go?”

“Please don’t.”

You stuffed your face into her chest, taking in her scent. It was so different from Ellie. God, she’s home all alone. Is she wondering where you went? Is there another fight waiting for you back home? Fuck, Abby doesn't know about Ellie. God, you were a horrible person. You felt so close to Abby at this moment. You didn't know if you should even say anything to ruin the moment. But it was so fucked up of you. She’s a good person. You were just as bad as Ellie.

You finally pulled away from Abby, pulling up the straps of your dress and pushing down the end of it so it fell above your knees. It didn't cover up the ripped fishnets, though. You didn't realize just how big of a hole Abby had made.

“Thank you, Abby. I had a great time with you,” you said.

Abby cocked an eyebrow. “You're leaving already?”

“Um, y-yeah… I’m sorry, I'm just exhausted.”

Abby chuckled. “Yeah, I did a number on you huh?”

“You most definitely did.”

You smiled up at her, getting lost in her sultry gaze. The two of you stood there just staring at each other for a few minutes, unsure of what to say next. Abby placed her hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. She pressed her lips on your forehead and let it linger there for a few beats before pulling back. “It’s a shame I go home tomorrow,” she mumbled. “I wouldn't mind seeing you again before I leave.”

“I wouldn't mind it, either.”

Your own confession shocked you.

“Listen, not to make this awkward…” Abby began. You tilted your head slightly in confusion. “But after you went to bed last night, I… found you on Facebook.”

She knows.

“If this was a one time thing, I understand. Maybe you're in a rough patch with your girlfriend but… just let me know, okay?”

You felt your chin wobble as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, I’m not mad,” she attested. “Please don't think I'm mad. I wanted this and I knew what I was going into. But I will say I would've preferred it if you were straight up.”

“I’m sorry, Abby,” you choked. “I… I know it was wrong of me, I was… I was getting back at my girlfriend for cheating on me countless times and I feel so guilty because I—” you suddenly stopped, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down before talking again. “I don't want to go. I-I mean, I don't… want this to be a one and done thing but I don't know if I can leave her either. I'm so conflicted. But there's only so much I can take and you’re so different from her and genuine.”

You couldn't stop rambling on and on. You were worried Abby would get angry and either tell you to shut up or just walk away like Ellie does. But she listened to every word that came out of your mouth, her brows furrowed in sorrow as if she felt what you were saying.

“I-I love her, you know? But she promised she’d change and she won't. I know she won't. I'm the fool who keeps going back. I deserve better, I know. But I'm so used to her. She was my first everything. She changed me.”

“I understand,” said Abby.

“I'm really sorry for putting you in this position.”

“Don't be,” she reassured. “Listen, I need you to know that you can get out of your situation. It's tough but you can and you will. If you want to come by my place tomorrow, you can. Even if it isn't for sex. We can talk more, get to know each other.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But after tomorrow, if it’s still her… then we can't. Not again.”

“I know,” you whispered softly.

Fuck. You didn't know what to do. All you could think about was going home and telling Ellie what happened. You knew she would be angry but would she be hurt?

“I gotta go,” you said. “But I might take up your offer. I had a great time tonight.”

“I did too,” Abby admitted with a sad smile. “Well, just let me know, okay? Do you want me to walk you to your car?”

“Sure, I'd like that.”

You walked side by side with Abby, your arm wrapped around hers so the two of you wouldn't get separated in the crowd. But even when the both of you were finally outside, you didn't let go. You stayed intertwined with her.

-

You stood at your front door for a few minutes. You were too scared of what you were walking into. You were unsure of what you’d say, how you'd react, nothing. All you knew was you were on the brink of breaking down.

You turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The full moon cast a light into the dark room and you caught a glimpse of Ellie on the couch, facing your direction. You felt your heart sting at the sight. Fuck. Fuck. You shut the door behind you and leaned against it. Ellie flicked on the lamp next to her so she could get a better look at you. She said nothing as she studied your outfit. Her eyes trailed further down to your ripped tights, exposing a few bruises you had no idea you got from Abby digging her fingers into your skin. Ellie was stuck on it, so much going through her head. She envisioned a faceless woman touching you, fucking you, making love to you… and she lost it.

Ellie choked on a sob, doubling down into her lap and covering her face. You watched in silence, too scared to move. You knew if you did you would just break down with her.

“I did this,” Ellie wailed.

You couldn't hold back anymore. Tears were flowing down your cheeks and you were suddenly on your knees in front of her, a death grip on her arms begging her to look at you.

“It’s over, right? It's over?”

“I don't know,” you bawled. “E-Ellie, I felt so sick. I feel so sick. I couldn't stop… th-thinking about you and I feel so guilty. I liked it. I just wanted to get back at you, Ellie! And I-I’m so stupid. You said you were only texting her but it was the final straw for me! Because this isn't the first time.”

“I lied,” Ellie admitted, her voice cracking. “I slept with her, I slept with other women, I did. I did.”

“O-Other women?”

“You didn't see?”

Oh my God. You were so focused on Dina that you didn't even think to look at her other texts or any dms on social media. It was worse than you thought.

“When was the last time?” you asked.

“A w-week ago.”

You fell back onto your behind, scooting away from Ellie as far as you could get until your back was up against the table.

“I'm fucked up and I’m sorry.”

You had nothing else to say. You just stayed on the floor crying with her, knowing that yes, it was over. Of course it was over. You got back on your knees, crawling slowly towards her and resting your head on her lap. You had no idea what you were doing. You were so fucking angry and hurt, yet you felt the need to be close to her. The two of you stayed like that for hours, just crying and attempting to comfort each other at the same time.

-

You were heartbroken. But even in your heartbreak, Abby was on your mind. The two of you had quickly become great friends. You never had sex with her again. After your breakup with Ellie, you moved back in with your mom. When Abby was back in town, either she would come over or you’d go to hers. You would play games with her or go have lunch with her. Most of her time back in town revolved around you. When she was gone, she was calling and FaceTiming you during her free time. Sometimes you'd fall asleep on the phone with her and she wouldn't hang up. She would stay up as late as possible to listen to your soft snores.  You knew that you were healing and that you needed the time to heal. Abby was a huge help in your healing process; you wouldn't have made it without her. You knew that when you were ready, you wouldn't mind going out with her again… on a real date. But for now, you were comfortable where you were. You loved Abby. You really did. You knew you would be fine no matter where the road took you.

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Game on

STILL PLAYING? - part 2

GAME OVER - part 3

Summary: It is a known rule that your best friend’s sister is off limits. Too bad Vi doesn’t care about this rule, nor about the consequences that will come with it.

Warnings: modern!vi, bbf!vi, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, smut, dom!vi, sub!reader, fingering (r), MDNI!

A/N: Hope you like it! Reblogs and commesnts are always welcomez!

MASTERLIST

As you stood in your bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you heard a few knocks on your door. You frowned a bit, but put the phone away and got up, walking towards the door. As you twisted the doorknob, your eyes grew wide as you saw Vi, your brother’s beat friend, standing awkwardly in front of your room.

“Hey” you greeted first as you frowned a bit due to confusion. You didn’t really know why she was here, since you two didn’t have a close relationship. You two just greeted each other when you would meet around the house, or at parties, and sometimes you would make small talk about insignificant stuff.

Other times, you would catch her staring at you, her gaze lingering more than it should have, making you wonder what was she thinking about, but you didn’t know what to make of this, so you tried to ignore it since you were too embarrassed to ask. You didn’t really have chances to speak more, since your brother was always in the picture and you avoided to talk to his friends when he was around so you would avoid an uneccessary scene. Like today.

“Hey, uh… sorry for disturbing, I just wanted to check up on you” she offered a smile as she scratched the back of her head.

“Oh, no worries. That’s very nice of you” you admit as you move aside, allowing her to step in. It was rude of you to just send her away since she was kind enough to see how you were feeling. “My brother’s just a complete jerk sometimes” you sigh deeply and close the door as she enters.

“Yeah, I know” Vi nods while taking a quick look around your room. It seemed so cozy and it smelled just like you.

“If it makes you feel any better, I punched him really hard after you left” the redhead says proudly and you laugh, imagining the scene.

“Oh, so that was that girly scream I heard” you said amused and she chuckled.

“Can I?” Vi asks as she points towards your bed.

“Of course” you assure her and walk back to your bed as well.

She sits down, manspreading, and you take a seat as well, just a few inches away from her. You bring your legs to your chest, as you let out another sigh. You were really tired of the whole situation.

“He had no right to yell at you like that. Does it happen often?” She frowns as she looks at you.

“Yeah…” you close your eyes, scenes earlier playing in your head. “There are moments when his words really get to me” you reply, looking away.

“I am really sorry… I never figured he was like this. He told me you two fight, but I tought it was just some usual bickering between siblings” she forwned while looking at her sneakers.

“It’s okay. I sometimes think he is right. Maybe I am just really annoying and useless…” you reply and Vi’s head shots up instantly.

“Hey, hey! Let’s not go there” She says as her hands come to rest on your own, squizzing them. “Nothing of what he said it’s true. You are an amazing person. I know we haven’t interacted much, but I can say for sure you light up the room when you step in.” She smiles at you and you to smile back at her. She really knew what to say in moments like these.

“Thank you. You are such a sweet girl.” You reply and Vi blushes at your words, looking down again to hide her red face.

“I don’t even understand why you are friends with my brother, he is such an ass” you add, frowning.

“Maybe ‘cause he has a pretty sister” Vi says on a teasing voice, as she gives your arm a light nudge. You try to take it as a joke, but you feel the reddness creeping up on your cheeks. Vi was always a charmer, no doubt with that. She had girls on her knees without doing too much. You always heard her and your brother brag about their counquests at college parties, but you have never seen her with someone for too long. Maybe it wasn’t really her thing to stick around.

Instead of offering a reply, you remain quiet, waiting for the tension to go away, since her comment made you really nervous. You didn’t expect her to say something like this and the more you kept thinking about her words, the more you didn’t feel like she was joking at all.

“Wanna see my tats?” Vi asks randomly after a few moments of silence as she leans back on your bed, her head turned to you, searching for your eyes. “I got more a few weeks ago” she adds proudly.

“I would like to, yes” you reply, nodding your head. You were curious how much of her skin was inked.

She quickly nods and stands up in front of you. You see her turning her back towards you and take off her t-shirt, exposing her large, bare back to you. You get flustered by her action, but try to keep your cool and not think about it too much. You get up from the bed and come closer to her to have a better view. Your lips part in awe as you study the large tattoo which covers her entire back. Your hand involuntarly reaches for it, but suddenly stops, your fingertips only grazing her skin.

“You can touch it, it’s okay” Vi encourages you, feeling her smirking.

You shyly raise your hand again, your fingers starting to trace the lines and patterns of her tattoo. It was a truly impressive art, you have never seen something so large and detailed. By the looks of it, it might have taken a very long time to make it.

“Wow” you say and Vi chuckles, finally letting down her t-shirt and turning around to face you. You realize how close you two are now, with your chests almost touching.

You gather the courage to look up at her and feel nervous again, as her blue gaze was already on you, but you don’t say anything. You can’t say anything because you don’t trust your voice too much. The way she looks at you is so intense and intimidating, it makes your heart beat increase its rate.

“You like it?” She asks as she tilts her head to the side, wanting to hear you again.

“Of c-course” you reply, cursing yourself for stuttering. “It makes you look hot” you try to joke, looking desperately anywhere but at her.

“Am I hot only because of my tattoo?” She chuckles at your reply and you start to panic.

“N-no, you look hot anyway” you answer on a breathy voice as you feel her stepping towards you. You gulp and step back in order to not bump into her, but she keeps walking, forcing you to do the same.

“Oh, yeah?” She smirks and stops her movements as the back of your knees hits the bed frame.

“Y-yeah” you bite your lip, trying to calm down, but the proximity did not help you even a bit, as her strong parfume was invading your senses.

“Why do you keep stuttering?” Vi asks amused and you blush again.

“You are too close” you reply, still avoiding her gaze, but not for long as her fingers place themselves under your chin, forcing you to look up.

“Want me to move away?” She asks softly, her eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips and back.

“N-no” you shake your head and she smiles.

“Then what do you want me to do?” She challenges, curiously waiting for an answer, but you can’t seem to tell her what you want, so you just place your hand on her cheek, raise on your tiptoes and close the gap bewteen you two.

Your lips land on hers, and you feel her smiling in the kiss before her hands wrap around your waist to keep you close. She swipes her tongue over your lower lip, asking for access and you open your mouth wider, allowing her in. You try to keep up with the messy pace she was kissing you, leaving your breathless and dizzy.

A few moans escape your lips and she smirks, finally breaking the kiss.

“You sound as pretty as I imagined” she says as she moves her lips down your neck. Her knee comes between your legs and parts them. You feel her thigh brushing against your clothed core and moan again at the rough contact, wanting to feel more of it.

“Please” you whimper as she sucks the skin on your neck, then licks the bruised area.

“Please what? What do you want?” she smirks against your skin.

“Make me cum, please” you hide your face away from hers as you finally let out the words.

“You talk so dirty, didn’t expect you to be like this, princess” she laughs and you feel her letting go of your waist and pushing you on the bed. You yelp at the sudden move, not expecting her to push you.

“Vi-” you breathe out but she crushes her lips with yours again. You pull her closer as you wrap your arms around her shoulders, placing your hands in her hair and pulling slightly at the strands.

She supports herself with one hand as she places the other on your chest, squizzing the pillowy flesh bewteen her ringed fingers, which makes you arch your back. Her hand travels down, until it reaches the waistband of your pants, getting underneath, closer and closer to your heat. She moves the material of your panties away, as her fingers finally trace your wet folds, making you moan again and break the kiss to catch your breath.

She circles your clit with her thumb while teasing your entrance with two of her fingers. You try raising your hips, eager to meet her fingers, which gains a chuckle from her and you swore it is the sexiest sound you have ever heard. So low and alluring.

“Want it that bad?” Vi asks, smirking at your eagerness.

“Y-yes, I need you” you nod, almost crying because of the frustration.

“Poor baby, you just need to be fucked until you can’t think anymore, is that so?” She mocks you, mimicking your pout, and you shamellesly nod, your dignity flying out the window long ago.

“If you insist” Vi sighs, as she finally inserts her two fingers inside your tight cunt, causing you to gasp at the foreign intrusion. The metal of the silver rings brushes against your gummy walls, creating a bit of disconfort in the beggining, but it was soon forgetten as Vi started moving her fingers inside you, increasing the pace, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. This only made your moans get louder, which was not good since someone might hear and come to see what was going on.

“You sound so good, but you gotta be quiet, baby” Vi said as she looked down on you, while her fingers kept thrusting you.

You were aware that your noises were too loud, but even if you forced yourself you couldn’t stop them from coming.

“Mmh, c-can’t” you cried out, as tears began forming in your eyes due to pleasure.

Vi sighed at your reply, realizing she had to keep you quiet somehow. She slightly changed her postion, now keeping her body weight on her knee as she used her free hand to cover your mouth, muffling the moans.

Your eyes screw shut as the tears began rolling off your cheeks. You couldn’t contain the sounds you were making, even with Vi’s hand roughly on your mouth. Not when her thrusts instantly bought you to the edge, feeling the orgasm wash over you.

Your body fell limp, no loud sounds were heard anymore, only whimpers from the sensitivty, as she kept rubbing your clit through your orgasm. Your eyes were lazy, breath irregular and droplets of sweat rolled off your skin.

“Nobody has to know about this, yes sweetheart?” Vi asked breathless as she finally stopped her movements on your lower region.

“Especially your brother”

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Always an angel never a god (pt-I)

⠀⠀ᐧ.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ೃ❀࿔˙ ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ❀ᮬ࿔˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ೃ❀࿔˙ ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ❀ᮬ࿔˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ॱ

A lot of angst, idk if there’s gon be a happy ending, porn with a plot, smut!

''hellooo? snap out of it y/n", said Ellie, one of your many detached friends

it was the usual school lunch meet that you guys had every day and currently you were glaring a bit too hard at a certain pink haired sophomore

she had caitlyn dangling from her arm, vi chucking about something caitlyn had whispered, both of them seeming like the picture perfect couple of the school

everyone in your school knew they were a thing, hell even the principal knew

your fists were chenched so tightly that you were surprised your nails didnt draw blood, but hey, not that you cared. the familiar burn of jealousy was also not surprising, because you saw them Every.Damn.Day

it wasnt just a crush, it was everything you had dreamed of, it was as if the faceless woman of your dreams finally had a face and oh what magnificant beauty she had

—

It was the start of semester, you were going to class as usual, thats when she crossed your path, with bright pink hair, a smug smirk and too hot to handle muscles. your heart fluttered, maybe even skipped a beat. You looked down at your beat up Nikes and speed walked toward your classroom in the far end of the hall.

It’s always the mascs

—

You silently and quite absentmindedly drew doodles of vi, a picture of her with perfection in all the right places.

Suddenly you heard commotion from the teachers desk, you looked up and at the moment you wished you hadn’t because boy oh boy, the face to all your wet dreams was looking at you, looking through you you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her powder blues.

—

You were tucked away in the far end of the library when you felt the weight of a gaze on you, you looked up and saw vi looking at you with hungry eyes, her predetory gaze somehow had a soft edge to it.

Then she started walking in your general direction,

“Hey y/n” she said in her non chalant tone

“H-hi vi” you muttered with mustered up courage

“So…I was thinking, could you do me a favor?”she asked in a hesitant and maybe fearful voice

—

You two grew quite close after your encounter at the library. And you later came to know that Caitlyn had dumped vi because of some stupid prank powder had pulled on her, you couldn’t figure out if you were a rebound but you enjoyed the moment while it lasted,

The inner voice inside your head was screaming with joy but you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy.

You saw the way vi had shut out most people in her life, how she would be in her room, punching away at the makeshift punching bag, it was ironically funny how you had once in life wanted them to break up but now…

As the days went on, vi grew more and more distant, only talking to you to get homework or when she was in the mood to fuck.

—

"baby, im gonna take such good care of you" vi husked out; her lips mere centimeters away from yours,

you were too pussydrunk to respond, insted nodding your head, vi traced patterns on your bare stomach, her fingers moving lower until they stopped at the waistband of your panties, looking into your eyes, she pulled it to the side and traced along your lips, gathering the pool of wetness. she flashed you a loop sided smirk, her fingers not stopping their slow assualt.

"vi, please!" you rasped out, this splurred vi into action, you knew how her body worked, how she would send you random locations to hook up and then leave you cold and bare.

she rubbed your clit in slow circles and inserted two large fingers inside you

you screamd in pleasure.

"as much as i want everyone to hear, you gotta be quiet or ill stop" she said, thrusting her fingers into your mouth urging you to suck, her fingers started thrusting faster, fueling the band forming in your stomach, you came with a startled cry.

"should i make you lick my carseats clean?" vi growled out

__

On a random Tuesday, you were observing your surroundings, moreover trying to locate vi, when you saw a dash of midnight blue hair run toward a pink haired someone

Vi, who was munching on a sandwich, looked startled when she saw Caitlyn. You balled yours fists and stood in a distance, careful to not let vi know of your presence.

Fat hot tears welled up in your eyes as you saw them talk, vi had a bright smile plastered on her beautiful face. One she never shared with you

Smug bastard

One moment they were talking, the next vi grabbed Caitlyn by her collar and connected their lips

You didn’t know if you were humiliated or embarrassed, maybe both but you were done being the play thing, with whatever dignity that you had left, you ran as fast as you could, you didn’t care people were looked nor abt how they whispered things like “I feel so bad for her”

Hot moisture ran down you face, you ran until your feet ached, until your chest heaved. You locked yourself in the bathroom, looking at your unkept hair and the mascara running down your cheeks

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mommy

Fingering

Player 380 (Se-mi) x fem!reader

Non Squid Game AU smut: bratty!reader, fingering, slight degradation As someone said on tiktok, player 380 is a scissor sister 🤞

Lying on your bed, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of your home, you felt a surge of excitement as you heard the door open. All day you've been feeling needy, texting your girlfriend nonstop and maybe sending a suggestive pic or two to her phone while she was out. Se-mi enters the room, an unamused expression on her face as she locks the door behind her. The sly look in her eyes gives her away though.

Without a word, she crawls onto the bed beside you, her fingers tracing the curves of your body as she settled in. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, the intimacy of the moment leaving you breathless.

She scoffs. "This is all it takes to shut you up? Shit, you're desperate."

You just whine softly, making her smirk.

"What do you want me to do to you?~" Se-mi whispers, her voice husky with desire.

You couldn't find the words, your voice caught in your throat as she reached down to run her fingers through the folds of your cunt. Her fingers found their way inside, probing and teasing as she explored every inch of your vagina. "So fucking wet already, you slut."

You arch your back, moaning softly as she begins to fingerfuck you, her rhythm growing faster and more insistent. Your mind lost all thought as your body responded to the stimulation, waves of pleasure building with each passing second.

"More," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper.

Se-mi nods, her fingers dipping deeper into your cunt. You cry out as she hits your G-spot, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming you. Your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you shaking and helpless beneath her expert touch.

Your girlfriend's ministrations slowly come to an end and with a wet squelching noise, she pulls her fingers out of your cunt. She brings her hand up to your mouth and you obediently suck your own fluids off. Once you've cleaned her off, she slips her fingers out and connects her lips to yours.

"Good girl."

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Rafe Cameron masterlist ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

Maybanks sister masterlist

Cowboy!Rafe masterlist

Rapunzel au Masterlist

Marvel x obx au masterlist

Pjo x obx au masterlist

Debt part one (dark!rafe)

Not under my roof pt 1 (carrera!reader, pregnant!reader)

Not under my roof pt 2

Season one Rafe gets his revenge on JB… by messing with his lil sister (smut)

Rafe’s revenge pt 2

Rafes revenge pt 3

Rafes revenge pt 4

Nerd!Rafe

tomboy!reader x Rafe

Rafe x trad goth!reader

Boat dates with Rafe

Hacked (dad!rafe)

Nerd Rafe isn’t as innocent as you thought he was… (smut)

Gun to your head (dark!rafe, smut)

Penalty box (hockey player!rafe, f)

You love to take pictures of Rafe

Sinner (pastors daughter!reader, smut)

Rafe x mermaid reader meet

more dad!rafe

Play date (dad!rafe)

Rafe and his sweet girl(smut)

Bare minimum (fluff)

Rafe being sweet for you <3

Rafe not understanding internet slang (thought, fluff)

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Fireball

Season one rafe (smut, drabble)

Swans (fluff, Drabble)

Choking (smut, Drabble)

Spoiled (smut drabble)

She a good girl but for me she a slut…

As long as she likes it (soft!dad rafe)

Running (soft dad!rafe)

Pretty hot for a kook (fluff?)

I love you more (thoughts)

Lips (smut)

Fucked up (pastors daughter!reader)

Strings (smut)

One condition (fluff, Heyward!reader)

Just… shocked (smut)

Scars (angst to fluff)

Shut up

Help

Shut up, mom! (Dad!rafe)

Softy (dad!rafe)

Sunsets (fluff)

Money (angst)

Forever (smut)

My girl (smut, possessive!rafe)

Maybe I could fix him

Stress relief

Mine (possessive!rafe)

What was that for? (Smut)

Don’t (toxic!rafe)

Sundress (smut)

Bookstore dates (fluff)

Drop it (liar!rafe)

Best friends don’t do that (bsf!rafe)

You never mentioned you had a sister (Barry’s sister!reader)

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summary: clan leader!gojo needs a favor from your clan but as the leader you refuse, so he proposes to give you a child since your husband is unable to.

"and what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?"

“if that happens…” he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, “…then i’ll kill your husband myself and marry you.”

nsfw ahead cw: historical au, infidelity, pregnancy, creampie, child birth, satoru is pathetically in love. featuring samurai bodyguard geto and toji.

“i thought we had solved all our business with the gojo clan” your husband says from the door he leans on.

“and i did” you emphasize the i since the head of your clan is you and only you went to the clan meetings that got things solved. you tapped your lips a little bit more to place the reddish pigment looking at the mirror, “but satoru summoned this meeting and gave no details.”

“satoru huh?” your husband points, not letting go unnoticed the fact you used his first name without formalities.

“all right” you take one step back checking if your kimono is proper, “see you tonight” you peck his lips lightly to not ruin the tint on yours and proceed to the carriage outside.

for years the gojo clan and yours avoided each other due to some very old beef that no one remembers or even was alive when it happened, so when your mother passed and you assumed as the new head you soon decided to reach out to make peace with the current head of the rival clan and a friendly relationship was restored. more often than not you two met, sometimes with other clan members or even other clans when necessary, but today gojo insisted on being just the two of you.

toji, your bodyguard, opens the carriage door when you arrive and give you his hand for you to step out.

to avoid any issues the place of the meeting was always the temple middle way your residences. from time to time your families attended the prayers there, that’s when your husband saw satoru for the first time.

“where’s his wife?” he asked the first time you pointed the white-haired man as the clan head after you made peace.

“he doesn’t have one.”

“fiancée then?”

“i don’t think so” you both watched discreetly as he greeted the monks.

“i find that quite odd. what about the black-haired man?” he pointed to geto, gojo’s bodyguard, “could they be involved romantically?” geto leaned to whisper something to his master, a little bit too close if you might add, a few more inches and his lips would be touching satoru’s ear. his romantic life was no business of yours but you didn’t like the idea of him having any partners, didn’t seem right, though deep down you knew it was very unlikely for a handsome man like him to be alone. both men somehow found your curious gaze.

“geto” you greet the known bodyguard as you enter the temple, and he bows to you, your bodyguard nods at him as well and you’re guided to the secret room.

the conversation went on for almost an hour, satoru served you tea when he noticed you finished yours, which was unusual for a clan head to do such a mundane task but he always insisted no servant join on your private meetings. you always thought he was particularly paranoid about spies, but that suspicion was dismissed when you had your first meeting with other clan heads and he didn’t oppose the people that stayed in the back of the room waiting for their master’s orders.

“satoru we went over this on the last meeting, why am i here?” you are getting impatient, satoru always seemed relaxed when he was at the temple like it’s the one place people don’t come to him with problems, so he tended to do things without any rush at all.

“so impatient…” he smirks, “i was getting to the point but fine. i need your doctors for a few weeks.”

because of the many wars and the necessity to heal mainly the samurai your clan became specialized in healing techniques and remedies instead of combat.

“is someone injured?” you raised your eyebrow, it wasn’t likely for satoru to ask for something like this when he could’ve sent a letter.

“no. but we are expecting a conflict soon and—”

“let me stop you there satoru” you raised your hand and for a second you saw a glimpse of annoyance cross his features, “we don’t get involved with battles anymore, the healers go through extensive training and i can’t risk losing them in battle.”

“so instead of putting their knowledge into practice you rather keep them locked in a room reading books?”

“they are busy with research at the moment” you raise your chin unwilling to budge on the matter.

“is that so?” he tilted his head smiling “and how many people does it take to figure out your husband is infertile?”

you widened your eyes, this is way too personal of a matter for someone else, especially another clan head, to know.

on the other side of the door, geto and toji guarded the room, they were close enough to listen to the conversation and without turning his head geto looked at toji with his eyebrow raised, to which toji only nodded confirming the rumors.

“you’re not the only one with little birds across territories, sweetheart” his smile only seems to grow.

“that is no business of yours. besides, lending you my healers will only harm my clan and, as i said, put them at unnecessary risk” you managed to find your composure back and avoid the infertility topic.

“don’t you trust i have the best warriors? you seemed to when we came to your aid” he reminded a time you asked for their men.

“i paid for that.”

“and what makes you think i won’t?”

“we don’t need money.”

“i’m not talking about money” he drops the volume of his voice.

“listen, satoru—” you rise to your feet sensing the tone of this conversation is off.

“i’m listening, for a very long time i’ve been listening” he rises as well and takes a few steps in your direction, “you know what i listen to? the rumors about your family threatening to make your brother head of the clan if you don’t bear an heir soon.”

you take a step back.

“or the resources you’ve been spending to research a treatment for your husband. tell me, darling, can he even get it up for you?” he is too close now, you can see all the details of his insanely blue eyes.

“he— that’s not a problem” you accidentally confess.

“of course it’s not, look at you” his finger brushes your cheek and the touch makes you burn under your skin, “i could give you a child” he lowers his head to your ear, running his lips on it, “a healthy, smart, beautiful child” he presses his hand on your belly over the thick material of your clothes, “and it wouldn’t even be an effort” he presses his hardened member on your hip.

“and what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?” you look into his eyes challenging him to a solution.

“if that happens…” he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, “…i’ll kill him myself and take his place as your husband.”

you gasp, not expecting such an answer from the man you always watched trying to find a way to avoid violence.

satoru kisses your jaw then your cheek and when he gets close to your lips you turn your head, your conscience only now, in this intimate act, attacking you.

“he’s not fulfilling his duty” he whispers, letting go of the knot on his kimono, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. you open your eyes, not even aware you had closed them, and see his sculpted torso, so close to you, so warm…

“it’s not your fault, can’t you see?” he raises your chin, “it wasn’t meant to be, unlike us” you know he’s just telling you what you want to hear, but in his voice everything made sense.

“you’ll see” he picks you up and lowers his body with you back to the mat in the middle of the room, his kimono is still around his arms while yours was forgotten somewhere else, leaving only the very thin, dress-like, white undergarment that pretty much showed everything.

satoru lowers his head to your chest, his tongue wetting your nipple over the material, “i bet you’ll become even prettier” he replaces your breast with his hand, big and hot, and goes to the other nipple, “with your breasts heavy and a big belly” he sucks on you, hardly, you put your hand over your mouth.

satoru raises your legs over his shoulders, “your feet will get tired” he kisses the inner thigh, “but you’ll still come and see me” you thought it sounded like a question, it was a statement.

his head goes down, as he kisses your folds your back arches, he licks a stripe ending on your clit and flickering it.

satoru starts to lose himself, he gets too intoxicated by you, almost forgetting time is running against him here. he doesn’t have much longer until your bodyguard gets suspicious and calls for you, and by the way your hand is tight against your mouth he doubts you’ll be able to give a proper response.

he wants to make you cum before he shoots his load, suguru’s intel told him you asked one of the doctors if the woman needed to come to increase the chances. it doesn’t take much medical knowledge to interpret that question.

you cum on his tongue pulling him out of his dreams where he imagined himself doing that every night after those boring fucking meetings he has to attend at every slight inconvenience in his clan.

“it’s gonna be okay, just relax for me” he pushes his length slowly before you get the chance to see his size. you whisper his name behind your hand and he can’t stand not seeing your whole face, so he takes your hand out of the way and kisses your wet lips pushing his tongue and swallowing your moans as he goes deeper and starts to pick a pace.

satoru holds back a curse, reminding himself he’s in a sacred place and although anyone would say that’s ironic given what you’re doing in the temple he would argue that’s even more sacred than what most people prayed for.

you start to feel his weight down on you as he trusts get sloppier, he’s still kissing you, holding your lips with his when he twitches and fills your insides, in your drunk mind you think it’s so much more than what you’re used to.

after he catches his breath he pushes himself up and out of you, you allow yourself to close your eyes for a brief moment but you open them wide again when satoru pushes his cum back into you with his finger, “keep it deep and warm for me, yes?”

one hour later you pass through the door your bodyguard slides open for you to enter your chambers. on the way there you realized there’s no chance he and geto didn’t grasp on what was happening inside the room.

“toji?” you call before he can close the door and go to his personal room, he stops, indicating he listens although he doesn’t respond with the formality others usually do, “i trust you won’t share with anyone what happened today” you speak firmly looking the tall man behind you over your shoulder, his scar stretches slightly with his smirk, the man bows and closes the door.

they said it was a road accident, the horse got spooked and ran, by the time they found it there was no rider so they searched your husband and found his body down the mountain.

the ritual was long, you wore the traditional widow clothing, accepting the kind words of the clan members and the prayer of the monks. though you really were sad, all this pity was making you sicker than…

“at least you didn’t have kids, no child deserves to grow up with a dead father” an old lady says to comfort you while holding your hands.

“excuse me” you turn around walking slowly to not raise suspicions and as soon as it is just you on the other side of your home you bend your torso and throw up all you’ve eaten before the funeral.

you cough and when a tissue enters your field of vision you immediately take it and clean your mouth.

you feel your stomach empty but the light volume below it reminds you of whose fault it is.

you raise with the tissue on your lips to say thank you and the sight of the white-haired man makes you choke.

“shh, it’s okay, i’m here as an ally, to give my condolences to a friend in grief” there’s absolutely no seriousness in his tone.

“what about the war?” you ask through heavy breathing.

“that was child’s play, don’t worry, your healers will return safe and sound in a few days” he puts his hand on your shoulder to calm you down, you do.

satoru takes a second to drop his sight to your belly, it has been a month since your last encounter, and by your sensitive stomach he knows that one time was enough for you to get pregnant.

“do you think you can hide it for another month until the wedding? then when the child is born we’ll just say it was a premature birth” god, your former husband’s body was barely cold and gojo is already planning the wedding and what to say about the baby.

“why now?” you look up at his mischievous eyes, he knows what you’re asking truly.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, it was an accident right?” he touches your face, brushing away a tear that came out, more of a natural body reaction of your gagging than a sadness reaction.

“satoru, tell me” you demanded.

“i just reflect a little you know? when i said i would kill him you never asked me not to. besides, i don’t want another man to think they own what’s mine” his eyes are darker, you think he’s talking about the child in your womb but by the intensity of his gaze, you realize he’s talking about you. “if you need anything tell suguru, i’ll have him staying in the village until we announce the wedding.”

“no, i have toji, don’t want anyone suspecting geto’s intentions” you defend.

gojo doesn’t seem to like it, but he doesn’t argue either, “either way, i want to see you. meet me at the temple in five days, we’ll talk about the arrangements” he leans in and kisses your forehead before turning away and then back “i almost forgot” he reaches for something inside his sleeve and pulls out a shiny golden bracelet with gems and puts it on your palm, you know you can’t wear it now but god it’s gorgeous, “came from the west especially for you” he puts his hand on top of yours and leaves it there for a long moment as you look into each other's eyes. satoru is fighting the urge to kiss you, if someone catches you he can’t say he’s comforting his recently widowed friend, so he forces himself to let go of you and go head back to his village.

the midwife instructs you to push harder as her helper dabs a wet cloth on your forehead. you’re squatting, on your knees giving your all to push the baby out.

finally one last push is all that it takes for the little one to come out, you want to lay down and close your eyes, but you need to see the baby first so you mumble something with your arms open, the midwife cleans baby’s face through crying and screaming.

“it’s a boy” she whispers putting him in your arms. satoru enters when he hears the cries and kneels in front of you. behind him are both suguru and toji, who aren’t allowed to enter but the men are also very eager to see the child they can’t help but try to peek.

you balance the boy in your hold for a little bit till he stops crying and when he opens his eyes you see the blue sky.

“give him to the father, we’re not over” the midwife says.

“what?” you, satoru, toji and suguru ask. the last two get an angry look from the midwife and remove themselves from the scene.

“the next one will come out soon” she puts new towels below you.

“two children? at once?” you ask in disbelief then look at satoru who can only smile apologetically.

after god knows how long you’re finally allowed to rest as the babies were cleaned and fed. the second one was a girl, with identical blue eyes as her brother and father.

“i can’t believe you put two kids in me” satoru is outside the wooden tub, breaking all tradition by helping you bathe after the birth.

“can’t say i’m sorry for that” he rubs your shoulders, “you were incredible” he confesses now that there’s only the two of you. satoru refuses to even let your feet touch the floor, he takes you out of the tub once the water starts to cool down, placing you on a dry surface and getting on his knees to dry your feet, you reach out to touch his face.

“i love you, satoru” you blurt, overwhelmed by your feelings for the man who was once your rival.

he looks up from his position, taking the hand on his face and kissing your palm, then your pulse, he kisses inch by inch of your arm until his lips are on yours, “i love you.”

"pay up, pretty boy" toji approaches geto.

"excuse me?" suguru looks up from the sword he's polishing now that gojo dismissed him for the rest of the night.

"i said it was gonna be a boy."

"yeah and then a girl came out right after so the bet was invalidated."

"there's no such a thing, the boy will inherit it all anyway" toji crosses his arms, geto laughs, fishing a coin from his pocket since he knows toji will say anything to win the bet.

"and what makes you say that? there's two clans and now two heirs" toji snatches the coin as soon as he sees the silver glow.

"that's just how it has ever been" he turns his back to geto who drives his attention back to his sword.

"things are changing old man.

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Issues (r.c) part 3

pairing- rafe cameron x reader (slight barryxreader)

summary - a story on addiction and falling in love

warning - language, drinking, drugs, parental abuse. (18+)

“We had a word with your daddy” Barry states, he waves his hand in the air and the people sat around him get up. You watch them find other chairs away from you, your eyes dart back to Barry who signals for you to take a seat.

You stand with your arms crossed in front of you, brows furrowed and hold your stance. You bring your bottom lip in between your teeth and chew mindlessly.

“You mean you beat the shit out of him” you say, Barry and Rafe smirk at one another and nod. You roll your eyes at them and turn to walk away, they were the reason you looked like this right now.

Anger seared through your chest, hands shaking at your sides as you continue to step away from them, the sounds of their feet following behind you only made you angrier.

“Hey now, don’t leave. It’s not like he doesn’t beat the shit out of you” Rafe says and suddenly you’ve gotten this new found confidence, you spin around pushing your finger into his chest.

He stumbles back slightly but Barry is right behind him, blocking him from falling into the fire pit. Any other day you would have apologised, but not today.

“You’re both the fucking reason I look like this” you scream, your point at your swollen lip. Stepping around Rafe to punch at Barry’s chest. He was expecting it unlike Rafe and stood firmly in his spot, he doesn’t stop you from hitting him.

His brows are pulled together as he stares at you, trying to understand why you would be so upset that they intervened. He expected you to be thankful, practically kissing the floor he walked on. But as he takes in your anger and really looks at the mess your father had left you in, he understands why your acting this way.

“And we will deal with that” Barry responds, you shake your head running your fingers through your hair and pulling slightly. He understands he should have left it, you are an independent women. You hardly knew him, he shouldn’t be getting involved in some random pogues business.

Annoyance floods your veins at how stupid they were, why the hell were they getting involved? Your life didn’t concern them.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You yell, you grasp the chair beside you and throw it across the lawn. The only reason you're acting out was because you hadn’t taken a line in a while, that familiar cold feeling was taking over your body.

“You need to calm down” Rafe says, his hand twitching at his sides like he wants to reach out and touch you. You step back from them and shake your head furiously.

“I have to go” you say, Barry steps around you and blocks your path. Your eyes stare hard into his, he searches your face and something clicks inside of him.

“How about I give you a line and you just sit down and breath” he says, your heart hammers against your chest and you suddenly had no control over your actions. Your head nodding before you can say anything, his hand reaching for your bicep and pulling you towards the trailer.

You can feel Rafe hot on your tail as you let Barry pull you along, you would have felt uncomfortable if this was you six months ago. You’d never had agreed to a free line of coke, hell you wouldn’t even look at the stuff.

That all changed when you started exams at school, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You had been working every afternoon, college was kicking your ass. The only reason you went onto college from high school was to get some sort of certificate, you needed a better paying job to look after the house and your dad.

You made a stupid mistake and now you didn’t think you’d be able to go back.

“Take a seat” Barry demands, his finger pointing to the couch. You take a seat and keep your gaze to the floor. Rafe takes a seat across from you and you can feel him watching you as you pick on the skin around your thumb nail.

"Stop staring" You grunted, your eyes darting up to look him in the eyes. Your brows furrowed together when you notice the smirk on his lips, you wanted to reach over and slap it off him.

"I said stop, are you stupid" You roll your eyes and lean back into the chair, placing your legs onto the coffee table in front of you. Rafe's eyes follow your movements until he hears Barry walking in and they follow him.

"If you don't hurry up I am leaving, I need to ice these bruises" You say, you cross your arms T ightly over your chest. Eyes watching as Barry begins to line the coke on the glass coffee table, your fingers tapping on your knee.

You watch the way Barry's lips twitch into a smirk and he beckons you over, your body moves before you can comprehend and you kneel down beside him. Grabbing a hold of the rolled up note from his hand and lining yourself up.

"Go ahead" Barry whispers, his hand presses against the your lower back and you lean forward. Both Barry and Rafe glance at one another before looking back down at you, you're pulling yourself up and wiping your nose.

"Stop fucking staring" You spit when you notice them both watching, they let out a chuckle and look away. Your nose tingles as you pull yourself to stand.

"I'm leaving, thanks for the line" you mumble, your feet carrying you towards the door of Barry's trailer. You expect them to let you leave instead you hear their feet behind you.

"Stay and party" Rafe calls out, you roll your eyes and turn around. They were following you like lost puppies, you were confused at the sudden need to want you around and wanting to help you out with your dad.

"You want me to stay? after you beat my dad up and then he fucked me up?" You bark, your arms crossing over your chest again and you lean back into your hip.

"Yeah okay our bad" Rafe starts but Barry puts his hand up to stop him from talking, Rafe only rolls his eyes and you can't help the butterflies swarming your stomach as he does so.

Barry steps closer to you and grasps your chin between his fingers, you bite your tongue to stop yourself from shouting at him. You just wanted to leave and go home.

"We will sort him out, now have fun some" He states, you find yourself nodding. Your eyes flicker to Rafe who's brows are furrowed as he watches the two of you.

"Get me a drink then" You say, Barry nods and pulls away from you. His body brushing against yours as he steps down out of the trailer, you look between him and Rafe but make no move until Rafe steps closer to you, his hand pressed against your lower back.

You flinch slightly at the soft touch to your exposed skin, you cant help but lean into his touch as he guides you out of the trailer. You're so confused, you don't understand why you like the feeling of his hands on you.

You and Rafe had never spoken before, you'd crossed paths multiple times. You knew he was Sarah's brother and she never said many nice things about her family. You knew Rafe hated pogues and you weren't like him so you expected him to dislike you.

But the fact that he helped Barry beat up your dad and that he was touching you made you wonder, could he be completely different to the way he was portrayed around the other Kooks?

"Come sit" He whispers, his chest pressed against your back when you come to a stop. Your eyes searching around, the backyard was still full of people and it made you feel uneasy.

Uneasy only because you didn't know these people and because you also barely knew Barry and Rafe. But your bum meets the chair that Rafe has lead you to, it's situated close to his. Your knees brush against one another.

You bring your knees together to avoid the awkward bumping of knees whenever one of you moved. Barry leans over to hand you a fresh beer, the can still sealed up and you mentally thank him.

“I shouldn’t stay too long” you comment, it wasn’t that you shouldn’t it was more that you didn’t want to. It was bad enough you had a coke addiction.

But you start hanging around your dealer and his friend? Now that’s a new kind of fucked up, you really needed to put a line between that.

“I can take you home” Rafe whispers, his eyes trained on Barry who’s leant back in his chair talking to a girl behind him. Your stomach feels funny again and from the close proximity of your bodies his cologne fills your nostrils causing you to go dizzy.

"Okay" You respond, your fingers curl around the can and squeeze. Your brain wracks for conversation, a comforting silence falls over you. Your head leans on the back of the lawn chair.

You're thankful neither of them try to get you talking, they bicker back and forth. Sometimes you comment or roll your eyes, you listen in on the conversations of other people. Soon enough, you're four drinks deep and you're enjoying yourself.

With the alcohol and coke numbing your body, you're more relaxed and you find yourself laughing a lot. Your knee brushes with Rafe's every so often, you don't pull your knees away like before though instead you place your hand on his knee to stop his jittering.

"I lost my job today" You admit to them, both of them stare at you wide eyed and you nod with your lips folded into your mouth. You were tipsy and apparently you were telling everyone your life story now.

"The boss knew I was high, I tried to fight him. Now I have to find another job" You continue, you pick at your chipped nail polish chewing on the inside of your cheeks. "But I'm a pogue, who the fuck's going to hire me" You spit, you squeeze your eyes shut and rub your palms across your face.

"I need to go home, Rafe?" You say, you're already standing and walking away. Your cheeks burnt from your little outburst and confession, now Barry knew you weren't making money he'd realise he was wasting his time by helping you out with your dad.

"Wait" Rafe calls out, he's chasing after you. His hand gripping your bicep and pulling you to a stop. You whip your head around and frown at him. "I can help you find a job" He says before pushing you towards his car.

The voice in your head tells you not to get into the car or to accept help from a kook like Rafe, but you throw caution to the wind and hop in. The door slamming behind you as you clip the seat belt in.

What's the worst that could happen?

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Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part VII)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol use, drug use, mention of abortion, takes place during season four, the usual

Summary: You were back on Kildare after two years. You were able to finish your business degree at UNC Chapel Hill in just two years after earning enough college credits in high school. But, you came back as a force to be reckoned with. You had your own very successful development company which just so happened to be Cameron Development’s newest competition. Two years later and you’re still finding ways to get under Rafe’s skin.

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You stepped off your family’s private jet at the Kildare airport. The strong smell of salt and sea water hitting you like a train. The last time you were at this airport you saw your then-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, kill Sheriff Peterkin.

Two years earlier…

“What did you do Rafe?” You said breathlessly as you ran into the Cameron estate.

“I-I had to, baby, you saw what was happening. She was gonna get my dad.” Rafe said, pacing around. He looked crazy. You always knew there was something different about your boyfriend, but you didn’t think he was capable of murder. “I-I needed to save my dad.”

That was the last time you saw him. After that, you stayed in The Cut, didn’t go anywhere you knew where he would be, you stopped helping John B and JJ with the hunt for the gold, you basically became a recluse until you left for school.

Everyone had kept you up to date on their adventures. You even let them stay at your family’s house in Barbados when they needed some place to stay.

After settling in at your mom’s house, you quickly made the drive to the newly established Poguelandia.

“Y/n.” Sarah cheered with a smile, running over to you. You quickly hugged her as the two of you jumped up and down, smiles plastered across your faces. It felt like suddenly you were sixteen years old again, seeing your best friend after you were in Europe for the summer.

You thought you were going to cry when you saw your brother. You left Sarah’s side and ran over to him, practically tackling him to the ground as you hugged him.

“You know, I expected the first hug, but the second one is fine too.” JJ joked, returning your hug. His voice was like music to your ears. It broke your heart to leave him here on Kildare, but you needed to get out of here, away from everything and everyone.

“You are never hunting for gold, ever again.” You warned, pointing your finger at him. “I’ve never been so worried in my life when my mom called to tell me you were a missing person. She came and got you right? From the airport.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He answered, nodding his head. “She actually let me crash at her place for a while.”

“Good.” You smiled before walking over to John B.

“You know when you left I was pretty certain you were never coming back.” John B said as he hugged you. “You had me pretty worried.”

“Never say never, JB.” You returned the hug with a smile before moving over to hug Kie and Pope. “You must be Cleo.” You smiled towards the girl who you didn’t recognize but had heard plenty about.

Everyone hung out in the backyard and you told them all about your company that was quickly taking off and they told you about the business they started in the backyard.

“So, like, do you have an assistant now?” Sarah asked, knocking her shoulder against yours.

“I do.” You answered, cringing a little. You never imagined having your own assistant, you always thought it was pretentious, but when things started piling up, you realized quickly you would need one.

When the pogues told you about what happened at the Enduro, you felt a fresh wave of anger surge through you. The type of anger you hadn’t felt in a long time. The type of anger only one person has ever been able to bring out in you, Rafe Cameron.

“I’ll see you guys later.” You muttered, standing up and pulling your car keys out of your jean shorts pocket.

You raced to the Cameron estate, typing in the gate code that you had had memorized since you were a kid. You quickly pulled into the driveway once the gate opened and got out of your car, slamming the door shut. You thought about just storming in there like you owned the place, but instead you took a second and knocked on the door politely. You knew that if you pounded on the door, no one would open it, probably terrified.

“Y/n.” Sofia said softly when she opened the door.

“Where is he?” You were fuming. Sofia didn’t know a lot about you, but she knew when you were angry, not to try to stand in your way.

“H-He’s upstairs in his bathroom.” She answered and you pushed past her, before running up the stairs.

You pushed open the door to his bedroom, a room you spent countless nights and hours in, but before you let yourself reminisce, you walked into his bathroom. The bathroom was steamy, Rafe obviously just got out of the shower as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked up at the sound of the door opening expecting Sofia, but his smile dropped when he saw you. His eyes raked over you, he thought you looked good, older, more mature. But when his eyes landed on your face, he already knew you were pissed.

“Y/n.” He said cautiously.

“Are you crazy?” You walked over to him and pushed him, but Rafe barely moved. “You could’ve killed him.” Another push. Rafe almost killing JJ wasn’t the only reason you were pushing Rafe, it was like every emotion you had suppressed about Rafe was suddenly bubbling to the surface and threatening to spill over. “Seriously, do you ever think? You told me in that letter you wrote that JJ would be off limits, no matter what.”

“You read my letter?”

“Yes, I read your twenty page letter! But, that doesn’t change anything, Rafe, you still almost killed my fucking brother!”

“Let’s not be overdramatic, I tapped his bike and he fell.”

“Really? You just tapped it? Is that why you both went flying?”

“Oh, I see why you’re so upset, you were worried about me.” Rafe smirked down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Worried about you? Please, Rafe, I haven’t worried about you in two years.” You scoffed, crossing your own arms. But the truth was, you did worry about Rafe. Not about his physical well being, but his sanity. You worried about it every day since he killed Peterkin.

“Right, and that’s why you didn’t send those flowers when my dad died?”

“I-I didn’t send any flowers.” You were lying straight through your teeth. Of course you sent flowers when you heard Ward had died, you wanted Rafe to know you would always be there for him without him knowing it was you.

“Really? Y/n, your signature flower was in the bouquet.” Your face faltered a little, you knew you shouldn’t have put those stupid flowers in the bouquet, but you wanted to do something that showed it was you, even if Rafe didn’t realize it. You never would’ve thought he would remember what your favorite flower was.

“I’m not here to talk about what happened almost two years ago, Rafe, I’m here to talk about yesterday.”

“What happened, happened, y/n, there’s nothing you can do to change it.”

“No, but you can apologize.”

“Apologize? To a pogue?”

“Look, I’m giving you until the end of the night to apologize and if I find out you didn’t, I will ruin your life, Cameron.”

As you turned to leave, Rafe called out saying, “I’ll see you later tonight, Thornton.”

That was your breaking point. The idea that Rafe would show up at your homecoming party with the help hanging off his arm pissed you off to no end. Every emotion you felt coming back here was boiling over and you picked up the closest thing to you, throwing it towards Rafe’s head. But, Rafe ducked before the glass hit his head, smashing against the wall.

With that you turned on your heel and walked out of the Cameron estate, driving just next door to start getting ready for your homecoming party.

“Everything okay?” Sofia asked Rafe, standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

“Everything’s fine.” Rafe responded, a little snappy. “Just an old friend saying hi.”

“An old friend? Or an old girlfriend?”

Sofia knew all about your relationship with Rafe. She would see the two of you at the club, golfing together or playing tennis, grabbing lunch or getting drinks. She saw how happy the two of you looked, until you stopped showing up one day. No more golf or tennis games, no more lunch, no more drinks before going to get dinner at an expensive restaurant. No more you.

That was when she swooped in. She attempted to put Rafe back together piece by piece, but it was like none of the pieces fit each other. Eventually, she just accepted she would never get to experience the love he had with you for herself, just happy that she had Rafe to herself for the time being. In the back of her head she knew you would come back one day, but she just kept that thought locked up, ready to deal with it when the time came. But, now the time has come and she doesn’t know if she’s ready to deal with losing Rafe.

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You walked through your childhood home’s backyard, with a glass of champagne, saying hello to everyone you came across. This was your chance to network on Kildare, gain the clientele and investors you really wanted and needed to start building on Kildare. Your eyes darted over to a table by the house and there he stood, talking to people you had just chatted up. You excused yourself from the table you stood at and made your way over, downing your glass of champagne before putting it on a server’s tray.

“The woman of the hour.” An older man said with a smile, raising his glass towards you, you returned the smile with your own, followed by a quick hello.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” You laughed politely. “I was just wondering if I could borrow Mr. Cameron here just for a moment.” You put your hand on Rafe’s bicep, looking up at him with the fakest smile you could muster.

“Of course.” The older man responded with a small nod of his head.

“Thank you.” You excused the two of from the table, dropping your hand from Rafe’s arm as you walked in front of him, leading him to the porch, away from everyone so you could have a private conversation. You would’ve gone inside, but the woman of honor could not be seen sneaking inside during her own party, much less with her ex-boyfriend.

“Keep smiling.” You started while plastering a polite, fake smile on your face. “I don’t need them thinking something is wrong. What are you doing here?”

“I told you I was coming.” Rafe smirked down at you, shoving his hands in his dress pants pockets.

“I didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

“I’ll always show up for you.”

“Where’s your girlfriend?” You asked, ignoring Rafe’s comment.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“I don’t know, Rafe, I think you do and I think you’re scared to admit it because you’re scared of what people are going to say when they find out you’ve been sleeping with the help.”

“Sofia is not the help.” He scoffed.

“Really? Because if I remember correctly she used to make us drinks at the club all the time. I mean we would be there and she would be there, but she would be behind the bar serving everyone drinks. Or if we were playing a round of golf she would always be a cart girl, you know now that I think of it, she was always around, wherever you were at the club, she was there ready to help. Sounds like the help to me, oh and a bit stalker-ish. Also, if you could tell her to get off the balcony, she’s dampening the mood of my party.” You pointed to Rafe’s balcony where Sofia stood, scanning the crowd for him, looking like a starved, sad puppy. You grabbed a champagne flute off of a server’s tray and walked back out into the crowd before Rafe could say anything else.

“Ms. Thornton.” A blonde woman said with a smile, stopping you in your path. You recognized her, you just couldn’t place it. “How nice to see you, welcome back to Kildare.”

“Mrs. Robinson.” You greeted her with your own polite smile. “Thank you, it’s so wonderful to be back, I forgot how nice everyone is.”

“You know, I heard you’ve become one of the leaders in the development business lately. I have a fantastic business opportunity for you, if you would love to hear it sometime.”

“I love business opportunities, let me give you my number.”

♡♡♡

“So, did Rafe, ever like apologize to you for knocking you off your bike at the Enduro?” You asked your brother as you sat across from him on your boat. You decided everyone deserved a break from working so hard and invited them on your yacht for the day.

“No.” JJ answered with a confused look on his face. “Why would he ever apologize for doing something like that?”

“No reason.” I said, looking off towards the water. “I have to make a call.”

♡♡♡

You were at the club playing a game of golf when one of the managers came out to talk to you.

“Nice swing, Ms. Thornton.” He said with a smile, his hands behind his back.

“What’s up, James?” You asked, putting your 9-Iron back in your bag.

“You asked me to come get you if Mr. Cameron showed up, he’s here.”

“Thank you, James.” You smiled, pulling your gloves off as you walked inside. You walked outside the front doors to where Rafe stood with his arms crossed.

“Seriously, you had my club membership revoked?” Rafe asked.

“You know that’s the nice thing about my step-dad owning the country club, I can do whatever I want.”

“You think that this is ruining my life?” Rafe chuckled, looking down at you.

“Oh no, this is just the start. I mean what will everyone say when they find out Rafe Cameron, the owner of Cameron Development, got kicked out of the country club? I mean all it takes for you to become an outcast is for me to tell one person that you got kicked out for assaulting the owner’s prized step-daughter.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re right I won’t, if you apologize.”

“You’d be willing to ruin someone’s life because of a race?”

“No, Rafe, I’m willing to ruin your life because of all the other bullshit you’ve pulled with my brother and friends.” You said, glaring up at Rafe. “It’s about time someone held you accountable for your actions and if the cops won’t, then I will.” You added with a shrug. You went to walk away, but Rafe grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.

“I am not that person anymore, y/n. You can’t hold that shit against me.”

“You mean I can’t hold you almost drowning Sarah, or shooting her, or the countless times you beat the shit out of Pope, against you?”

“And what if everyone found out about the abortion you got?”

“Keep your voice down.” You said through gritted teeth, your face a mixture of hurt and embarrassment. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to throw that in my face. You know that was one of the hardest decisions of my life.”

When you and Rafe first started dating you had missed a couple of your birth control pills. You were so wrapped up in applying to colleges and scholarships that you thought it wouldn’t hurt to miss one or two every time you turned off the alarm, saying you would take them later. But, before you knew it, you had missed a week.

Luckily, with your form of birth control you still experienced your periods, so you knew something was wrong when you missed your next period. You had chalked it up to stress, but when it didn’t come the next week or the week after that, you decided to buy a couple tests. When they all came back positive, you panicked, you didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t part of your plan.

You thought the decision would be easy, but when the day of your appointment came and you sat in the chair as the doctor went over everything with you, you thought about everything. The color its hair would be, if it would have your eyes or Rafe’s eyes, if it would be good at sports. But, then you realized that’s all it was to you, an it.

After the abortion, you laid in bed for a week, unable to do anything. You didn’t regret it, but the thought that you had just gotten rid of a part of you and Rafe was tough for you to deal with. Rafe wasn’t upset, or mad, or disappointed, he was understanding. He laid in that bed with you for a week. He helped you shower, he helped you with your homework as best as he could, he helped you study for your tests. He didn’t leave your side until he was certain you were okay.

“Apologize to JJ and I won’t say anything to anyone, you’ll get your membership back, and we can go back to pretending like we don’t know each other just like the last two years.”

“I’ll apologize to your brother, but I’m not just gonna walk around here pretending I don’t know you.”

“I don’t know what you want from me Rafe. Do you really expect me to forget all the atrocious things you did to my friends?”

“No, I just want you to know I’m not that guy anymore. I’m trying to do better, I’m in therapy, I got off coke, Cameron Development is better than ever.”

“Rafe, all of that is great, but I can’t just ignore everything. I have a game to finish.”

With that you walked back inside the club, leaving Rafe standing outside.

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Kissing, swearing, pussy slapping, cheating, CNC, name calling, degradation, hair pulling, murder, blood, gore, ownership kink, rough sex, praise, change in POVs

📖 Famous porn director Rafe Cameron hires you to shoot a porno with your boyfriend at his big, beautiful house in Figure Eight.

🔪 "I'm her boyfriend," his voice cracks with nerves. He clears his throat, staring him down.

"Sure you are," Rafe smiles." 🔪

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Reader’s POV:

“What are you freakin’ out for, baby?” Trent scoffs, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You cross your arms, relaxing a little more in the seat as you kick your feet on the dash.

”Obviously, I’m freaking out over nothing,” you clip, rolling your eyes away and huffing out a frustrated breath. You look out the window, watching as the scenery changes—weathered beach shacks and hole-in-the-wall businesses of The Cut exchanged for the luxury of Figure Eight. Your stomach twists in nervous knots—a feeling deep in your gut that your life was about to change forever.

”This right here… This is the big time, sugar. You see where we are? This man has money. You wanna be a star, don’t you? You want the whole world to know your name. Right?”

“‘Course I wanna be a star, Trent. Rafe just freaks me out.” You twirl your hair in nervousness. “I don’t know. Doesn’t he creep you out?” You ask, feeling goosebumps scatter on your arms, uneasiness setting in as you get closer.

“I mean, the man has a starin’ problem, sure, but ain’t that his job? He’s supposed to be catchin’ everything. He directs pornos… Pretty sure that comes with the territory.”

“I guess,” you sigh, loosening up slightly at his explanation—a soft smile forming on your face.

Trent grins at your cooperation, “atta girl,” he purrs, lovingly patting your thigh. “You know, baby, at the end of the day, the director havin’ a little crush on you ain’t the worst thing in the world. If this goes well, who knows what’ll happen? Maybe he’ll keep askin’ us back. Keep feedin’ our pockets. You know I’m right.”

“You’re right,” you assure.

“Well, would you look at this?” Trent breathes as you drive onto the grounds of Tanneyhill, pulling up the drive, eyeing the mini-mansion before you. It’s gorgeous, perfectly groomed, the definition of excess. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before, let alone fucked in. You suck in a deep breath at the monumental sight before you, riding an indescribable high.

“We’re shootin’ here?” You ask, an ounce of awe in your voice as you gaze upward. The two of you usually set up in some dingy motel on The Cut— the pair of you too used to sticky tiles, stained mattresses, and peeling wallpaper. This was far from the norm.

“What did I say, baby doll? This is the big time.” He shrugs brashly, flashing you a wolfish grin—you swore you could see dollar signs dancing in his eyes.

“The big time,” you echo, exhaling shakily. Trent leans towards, cupping your cheeks in his hands before kissing you softly.

“I know you’re still nervous, but you gotta settle down, pretty girl. You got that X factor… Don’t get in your head.” you nod slowly, drinking his every word.

“I won’t,” you whisper.

Trent looks at the clock on the dash, two minutes past two. He sighs before giving you one last push. “You're special, y/n. Ain't nobody else out there like you. Now, giddyup, time is money. Let’s go make some movie magic. Huh?”

You smile and nod, biting your lip in anticipation and excitement. Trent quickly steps out of the car, walking around to your side before opening the door. You step out onto the pavement, your sky-high Pleaser heels hitting the ground with a loud clack. You adjust your little cut-off jean shorts, pulling the fabric down before fixing your tits. You were ready— ready to star in the film that would ultimately change your life.

“You’re a fuckin’ sex symbol, princess,” he praises as he smacks your ass playfully. You blush at his words, a burst of sensuality swaying in your stride.

“I am, aren’t I,” you smile blissfully as you look up to the sky, basking in the North Carolina sun. The two of you stroll up the cobblestone walk to the front doors of the place, your nerves subsiding with every step. Trent lifts his fist to knock on the door but before he can even make contact, it fans open.

“Welcome,” you hear Rafe’s warm voice. He looks expensive; extremely handsome, his voice not doing him enough justice over the phone. “Come in.” The two of you step inside, eyes dancing around as you take everything in. “Didn’t think you two were comin’,” Rafe rasps as he slides a cigarette out from behind his ear, resting it between his lips.

“We’re five minutes late,” you whisper to Trent, who gives you a look of warning to shut the fuck up.

“If you ain’t early, you’re late,” Rafe breathes through his exhale.

“Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly as the blonde towers over you, looking down at you with a predatory stare.

“You got nothin’ to be sorry about, princess. You weren’t drivin’. Were you?” He asks as he hooks his finger under your chin, guiding your eyes to his. You shake your head ‘no’, batting your lashes at the beautiful man. “You’re fuckin’ stunning,” he praises as his crystal blue eyes stare into yours. “I’m gonna make you a star, honey. I promise,” he murmurs, making a small kissing gesture, before giving you a cheeky wink. Trent was right. This could be good for me. This could be it.

“Okay,” you smile up at him, feeling your heart start to race.

“First hallway on the left,” Rafe nods, gesturing down the way. The deeper you two walk into the estate, the deeper your amazement. Movie posters line the walls of the dark hall, porno cover after cover illuminated by the chandelier light fixtures from up above. All of them had the same name plastered in the top-left corner: Rafe Cameron. You look over your shoulder, watching as he watches you, feeling a little starstruck after seeing his successes. His eyes lift from your ass to your eyes, a smug smile tugging on his perfect lips.

“What’s this,” you whisper as you walk into the room, eyeing the setup: a two cameras on the ready, studio lighting, but no bed… Nothing. Your brows rumple in confusion as you look back at the director. “We’re shootin’ a porno. Correct? You expect me to get fucked on the floor like some kind of animal?” You ask, only half-kidding. Rafe chuckles in reply, amused by your sincere distrust in him. He let out a puff before pointing his cigarette toward the wall.

“See that, angel? Your friend goes on this side. N’ you will go on the other. There’s a camera ready to capture that pretty little face of yours. You see that hole right there. That’s a gloryhole. M’kay. This is just the first scene, though, honey. Wanna get this one out of the way. So—” he claps, rubbing his ringed hands together “—let's get started.”

“I’m her boyfriend,” Trent challenges, too prideful to let the little “friend” comment go.

”What?” Rafe chuckles cruelly, Trent's correction given so far after the fact that it’s laughable.

”I’m her boyfriend,” his voice cracks with nerves. He clears his throat, puffing out his chest slightly.

“Sure you are,” Rafe smiles. Trent’s cheeks flush with anger; you take your turn, silencing him, giving Trent a death glare. “Well, in this flick, you aren’t. She’s mine. Well, the brothels anyway. You’re just payin’ for pussy.”

Trent clenches his fists; his anger bubbling in his chest. “Yes, sir,” he mumbles, taking the higher road for the moment.

“Let me show you where you’ll be tapin’-”

“Do you want me to come with?” Trent interjects as his possessiveness starts to bleed through. He’s surprised by Rafe, that’s clear, unable to deny Rafe’s wickedly handsome looks, regardless of whether he is creepy or not. Rafe fixes his face, holding back a laugh as he catches your boyfriend’s newfound insecurities.

“Nah. I got it. We’ll start rollin’ in a second, lover-boy. You’ll keep your clothes on to start, then zipper down, cock out after I call action. We’ll go from there,” Rafe directs, his eyes never leaving yours.

“N’what’s she gonna wear?” Trent questions wearily as if you aren’t all aware.

“Jesus, fuck,” Rafe grumbles, just over a hush, getting more and more annoyed by the second. “We’re shootin’ a porno, kid. The fuck do you think she’s gonna wear?” He spits. “Are you a goddamn pussy or a porn star?”

“I’m… Sh-Shit - I’m a porn star obvio-”

“That was a rhetorical question,” Rafe taunts. “Pull your head out of your ass or I’ll find someone else to fuck your girl. Understood?”

”Understood,” Trent breathes.

“N’you… Looks like Trent’s stage fright is rubbin’ off on you. I’ve watched all your shit. Every last one of ‘em. Don’t let anyone get in your way. Aight?” Rafe throws his spent cigarette on the floor, crushing it with the heel of his designer loafer. “‘Specially that bitch,” he hums, his words like a secret. You look up at Rafe, giving him an uneasy smile as his large hand rests on your back, leading you out of the room toward the other.

You look back at Trent as the two of you walk out of the room, his emotions so clearly painted all over his face as he wears his heart on his sleeve. You give him one last look, a silent ‘pull your shit together’. He’s not gonna ruin this for me. Rafe guides you to the other room; that same hole cut into the wall, a bed flush with the division, a camera pointing down where you’ll lie. “You need some help gettin’ out of your things, sweetheart?” He asks from behind the lens, playing around with the angles. He turns his full attention to you, eyes trailing your movements.

“No, I’m fine,” you breathe as you unbutton your shorts, the splaying of the zipper making him lick his lips. He looks at you hungrily as you pull the material over your curves, cut-offs falling to a puddle at your heels. He stops himself from wanting to take you right then and there.

“Well, shit,” he praises as he steps closer, eyeing the minimal material of your panties. “These just might be too pretty to take off,” he hums as his long finger loops around the band at your hip, snapping it against your skin, making you gasp at the sensation tingling through your body. “Can I?” He asks as he plays with your panties a little more. You give him a nod, Rafe quickly running his rough digits along the fabric, tugging them to the side, imagining a cock ramming into your soaked hole. “Mmpfh… Shit. Off - Yeah. Yeah. Off, I think. Honestly, I don’t think I could make a mistake with you if I tried,” he praises, his low, husky tone laced with lust. Rafe loops his fingers around the material, dragging your panties down your thighs slowly. His fingers work their way up your leg, drifting under your tube top as if to take it off. “Pussy’s too pretty not to show.” You step back as you grab your top, pulling it off your body. The blonde smirks as you take the initiative, his eyes wandering to your exposed chest. Rafe lets out a hungry groan as your boobs bounce out, nipples hard from the chilled air. “Well, you look like a star, baby doll. There’s no denyin’ that,” he groans in a sleazy tone as he spins you under his finger, studying your curves.

“Thank you,” you add, cheeks warming up under his watchful eye, loving his attention. Rafe grabs your hand, helping you to the table, before lifting you onto the plush top. You gasp as he uses his muscles, pulling you exactly where he wants you with a heavy hand. Your heart beats faster, seeing his sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your reaction.

He walks over to the camera, checking the lens, catching his angle before adjusting to the perfect spot. “Alright, pretty. Let’s get this scene outta the way, and then we can all film in the same room. Yeah? I’m guessing your boy isn’t gonna make you finish like this. No fake orgasms. Clear? I need the real deal.” You nod in agreement one moment, jumping the next, as Trent's fingers graze the inside of your thighs.

“You doin’ okay in there, baby?” He asks softly.

“M’Perfect, Trent,” you chirp.

“You are perfect. Aren’t you, princess,” Rafe pipes in, shooting you another wink that has your breath hitching. Trent’s fingers press on your pearl, rubbing soft circles on top, prepping you as Rafe walks around to the other side.

Your eyes flutter shut as you try to focus on the conversation on the other side— just a jumbled mess of Rafe and Trent, nothing comprehensible. Music surrounds you, filling the small room with sound, that same noise coming from the other room as well, Rafe, setting an ambiance.

Trent’s POV:

“Focus on her… Focus on, y/n,” I chant in my head again and again as my fingers glide through her drenched cunt. She’s so fuckin’ wet. Wetter than usual. I know this pussy like the back of my hand. Someone got her excited, and I knew exactly who it was.

Sure, he’s creepy; we both knew that before we walked in, but I didn’t know he would be so fucking handsome. She wants to be a star. I WANT her to be a star, but I can’t get her there like he can. Anyone can fuck… He’s got the means and the power. Just gotta get through this. Gotta bring her home and remind her all the reasons she loves me, but is love enough?

“Trent? You good, brother?” Rafe asks, looking back at me like I’m some kinda fool. His eyes fall, his scowl shifting to a smile, but not at me, watching as my fingers toy with my girl's perfect cunt. My girl. Mine. I lift my hand to my mouth, suckin’ her taste off my fingers.

“Never better,” I rasp.

Rafe’s brows lift in surprise at the change in my tone. Even I hear it, boyish and insecure to deep and cocky. Fuck this guy. I slap my fingers against her cunt, making her whimper, letting Rafe hear her for himself. “Yeah, buddy. She’s ready, too,” I laugh, watching his handsome features sharpen.

“Alls you gotta do is fuck her. Think you can do that?” He asks sharply as he extends his hand, snapping and pointing to the mark on the floor beside him.

”You’ve seen my shit, Cameron. You know I got no problem with that; that’s why you’re payin’ me to fuck my girlfriend. Yeah?” I respond matter-of-factly as I step away from the wall, shuffling out of the frame.

A smile slides across his lips, his large, muscular arms crossing over his chest. “Absolutely,” he replies. “Just step in when I call ‘action’, Star Boy.” Rafe steps behind the camera, counting me on. “Action.” I walk toward the wall, taking her in like it’s the very first time.

“Well fuck,” I groan as I peek at my girl through the division, my cock painfully hard in my jeans from a mixture of adrenaline and arousal. Rafe shifts the camera, catching the scene as I lower my zipper, pulling out my dick. I smile wickedly, tongue gliding along my bottom lip. He may be hotter than me, but, fuck, if I ain’t hung like a porn star. I hold my long, thick cock in my hand, jerking myself at the sight of her, letting a needy moan drip from my lips. “You got a pretty pussy. Don’t you, slut?” I mumble.

I grab my fat cock, running my head through her soaked folds, coating my tip with her slick as I throw my head back. I trace my dick a little lower, tip catching on her tight hole, teasing her, stretching her out slightly with my swollen tip. She scoots a little closer, ass pressed even further against the wall, craving more of me. Good girl. My deep moan fills the room as I pitch my hips forward, filling her to the hilt. The music in the room is loud, but I can still hear her sweet noises through the hole. Hear that, Rafe?

“Goddamnit… You always this wet for your customers?” I ask as I pull out, slamming back in fast. “Or are you just this wet for Daddy?” I let out a laugh, desperately wanting to look back and see the look on Rafe’s face as her sounds of pleasure come through with every rock and thrust. I press my hands against the wall, using it as leverage to stroke even quicker, fucking into my girl fast. He wouldn't be able to fuck you like I can, baby.

I hear a whistle, catching my attention. I look behind the camera, but Rafe’s not there anymore. What the fuck? My thrusts stall; the hairs on the back of my neck stand up….

“SHIT!”

Reader’s POV:

The sounds of your pleasure flow like a song from your lips, breathy and soft, just like your audience loves. You break the fourth wall, looking at the camera for a moment, running your hands up your body, taking hold of your tits, squeezing them tight. You roll your eyes as Trent drags his long, thick cock out of your drenched pussy, slamming back in again, making you wail.

He takes a quicker pace, shifting his stance, hitting a new angle that has you seeing stars. His cockhead strikes your sweet spot with each stroke, bringing you closer and closer to your finish. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” You cry out, back arching off the bed as you cum all over your boyfriend's cock. He doesn’t let up, working you through your orgasm with precision, adding his fingers to your clit as well, your body trembling with overstimulation. You feel a second release, squirting on his dick, making an absolute mess in the other room. Trent taps your clit, making tears pool in your lidded eyes.

He pulls out, causing you to gasp at the loss of him, the man pointing his tip at your pussy, jerking his cock quickly, spurting warm ropes of cum on your pretty little cunt. Goosebumps spread across your body as his sticky cum slips down your folds. He traces his throbbing tip through you, catching the mess before stuffing himself back inside.

His large hand reaches through the slight space in the hole as well, pressing against the bulge in your lower stomach, making you whimper and whine. Your heart and stomach fall as that same hand drags back. RC etched into a gold ring on his middle finger, a crimson trail of red blood following on your belly. You scream in terror as he pulls out, you, crawling backward on the bed to put space between you and the man on the other side. “TRENT!” You shriek at the top of your lungs. You look through the hole as Rafe walks away, watching as he follows Trent, who’s dragging himself along the floor, trailing a thick streak of blood behind him.

Your hands clamp over your mouth, muffling another cry as Rafe draws back a knife, stabbing him once, twice, three times. Your eyes slam shut, and your body falls into a state of complete and utter shock. You look for a way out— the window or the door. He’d surely be walking in any second. Maybe I can jump out the window and run to the car? But I don’t have keys. Maybe I can just run. You leap off the bed, running toward the window, grabbing it, pulling it with all your might, but it doesn’t budge.

“HELP ME!” You cry out, snatching your heel off your foot, slamming it against the glass again and again, watching as a crack splits and starts to spider. “Yes. Yes,” you sniffle, relieved the glass is giving. You hit it even harder, sending shards flying all over the room.

You look over your shoulder, watching the brass handle twist out of the corner of your eye, opening slowly. Rafe stands there, staring back at you with dead, dark eyes, his crisp button-down and unzipped slacks a mess with Trent’s blood. You swallow hard, trying to push down the lump in your throat.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, playing it off like maybe you don’t know what happened in the other room. Rafe's gaze lowers, landing on the bloodied streak on your bare stomach, your cowering body telling a story all of its own.

Shit.

He lunges for you, and you bound away, sprinting toward the door, tears streaming down your face. "Rafe, please stop," your voice trembles.

"I just wanna talk..." His tone is calm and collected, more unsettling than not, as you grab the doorknob, jarring the handle open to no avail. You shake your head wildly, wiping your tears on your arm as he stalks you nice and slow. He looks down at you with crazed eyes as he foots closer and closer, holding his blood-stained arms in the air to induce calmness in you. "Don’t worry, princess," he whispers. “I’ll make it quick.”

You scream as loud as you can, your voice echoing through the house. You prayed that someone—anyone would hear you. "P-Please, Rafe. Please!" You cry, snot pouring from your nose as your emotions run hot down your cheeks. Your heart beats out of your chest as your throat closes tighter by the second. “Please," you sniffle, “don’t kill me.” Rafe grabs you, tearing you away from the door by your hair. Your entire body trembles against his broad chest, his big arms making it next to impossible to fight free. "Rafe-"

You're cut off as he wraps his strong arm around your throat from the back, his other hand clutching the knife. You feel the point of the blade prod into your back, nerves jumping at the feeling. You scream one last time, surrendering to the man, praying that he’ll make it fast. He pulls you right where he wants you, angling the two of you in line with the camera. You’re finished; this is the end. You begin to weep softly, hiccuping and sniffling pathetically, looking back at your horrified face in the reflection of the camera lens.

Rafe turns into your neck as his large knife traces up your naked body coated in blood. “Why’d you think I asked you here? Huh? Filthy fuckin’ whore.” He slides his blade across your neck as you give him one final choked cry.

“And cut…”

Rafe smiles, tossing the knife to the floor, the sharp tip piercing into the foundation. With your eyes shut tight, you slowly feel his intensity subside, his muscles relaxing as he releases his grip around you. “My girl…” His voice is like honey in your ear. Your terrorized face melts into a giddy smile as Rafe’s soft lips meet your hot skin, kissing up your neck to the shell of your ear before nuzzling in. You look back through the hole, watching Trent’s eyes shut heavily, the man reaching for his last breaths. You roll your eyes at the sight, relieved to be finally done with him. Fucking loser. I mean, how many orgasms was I gonna have to fake? Even if he tried, he didn't have it in him to make me famous.

“We did it, baby,” Rafe mumbles affectionately. “Fuck, the whole world is gonna be lookin’ at you. America’s new scream queen,” he drawls as he turns your chin, his soft, sweet lips matching yours. You groan as you embrace his warm touch, fantasizing about this new, upcoming chapter in your life. He’s gonna make it all happen.

”Did I do a good job, Daddy?” You ask through a breathy sigh, eyes twinkling.

”Oh, princess… I’m gonna make you a fuckin’ star.”

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stepbro!rafe using a vibrator on reader

warnings: smut, stepcest, DUBCON, blackmail MDNI wc: 1.5k i've never written stepbro rafe before but i got this idea and wanted to give it a try??? so i have no idea how this is going to turn out but hopefully halfway decent

"rafeee, can you get my charger? it's in the top drawer of my nightstand!" you called up from downstairs, making your stepbrother roll his eyes.

"fucking get it yourself!"

"the food's gonna burn!"

despite you being on the first floor, rafe could hear the whiney tone in your voice, and almost picture the way your lip bottom lip would be pulled in with that despicable pout that managed to get you everything from both his father and your mother, and so, begrudgingly he opened the door to your bedroom.

he rounded the corner of your four-poster bed, bending to open the top drawer of your nightstand, spotting your charger on top of a bunch of your other shit, and letting out a small scoff as he threw the charger onto the bed.

but when rafe spotted a small key peeking out from underneath some stupid fashion magazine, his interest was piqued; he didn't even need to pick it up to know what it went to. it was the bottom drawer of your nightstand, him having an identical nightstand in his own bedroom, and knowing the almost scandalous contents of his own bottom drawer made him curious as to what you could be hiding in yours.

he picked it up, observing it for a moment before slamming the top drawer closed, swiftly putting the key in the lock and twisting it open. when he pulled it open, at first it appeared as if nothing was in it, but he knew better. he pulled the false bottom off, throwing it onto the bed, and when rafe's eyes fell onto what was in your nightstand, he couldn't help the grin on his face.

some of the contents were pretty tame; a pile of notebooks that he assumed were your old diaries, some weed, and a adderall that he knew you used to pop like fucking skittles back when you were in high school and had a big test coming up.

but his eyes widened slightly when he spotted the bottle of lube and the small, pale pink bullet-shaped vibrator; sure, he knew you had your vices and you weren't an innocent girl like you led your mother to believe, but you'd always been kind of a prude; you'd never let any of your old boyfriends mark you up even back when you'd been in high school like most girls that were too horny to even realize, and even now, he saw your face flush whenever there was a fucking sex scene on television and you conveniently looked down at your phone for the duration of it.

what really struck his eye was the stack of polaroids he knew you'd taken with the instax mini camera ward had gotten you for christmas, and when he picked up the stack and turned them around, and only the first image was enough to cause his jaw to slack slightly.

it was taken on a timer, and you were kneeling on your bed, your hand splayed on your neck, wearing a sheer pink lingerie dress, lacy pink panties covering your pussy while your nipples were covered by red, hear-shaped pasties.

he went through the polaroids, his eyes widening and his shorts tightening with each picture, shots of you wearing different lingerie sets, ones of you looking over your shoulder seductively while you were kneeling on the bed, showing off your ass in a pair of thongs, pictures taken where your tits were soaped up and just covered by your arms, ones-

"rafeee! did you find it?!"

he chuckled at your called-out question, so unaware of the things he had found, he putting the polaroids back in the bottom drawer, "yeah yeah!" he called back out, but as he was starting to put the false bottom back in, he got an idea.

and so, before he put the false bottom back in the drawer, he slipped the bullet-shaped vibrator into his pocket.

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat; you had no idea where it could've gone, having used it literally that morning. even though you remembered putting it in its usual spot in the bottom drawer of your nightstand, it was nowhere to be seen.

you thought that maybe you'd accidentally left it on your bed; your bedding, now on the floor. maybe it was on your top drawer instead, the contents dumped on the floor next to it. now you were going through your bookshelf, your teeth biting into your bottom lip so harshly you could taste blood in your mouth.

it wasn't only that you didn't want anyone to find it; it was also that you were so fucking sexually frustrated. you'd already gotten yourself off in the morning, but still, everything even slightly sexual had caused you to press your legs firmly together to seek some relief.

you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard someone clear their throat, and when you turned to look at who it was, you were faced with your stepbrother, a smug smile on his face.

"looking for something?" rafe said, holding up the pink device you'd been looking for, your eyes widening when they landed on it

"did you go through my stuff you psycho?!" you stomped to him, rafe holding the vibrator over his head and out of your reach when you tried grabbing it. "give it to me!"

"i don't think that's how you speak to someone when you want something from them." rafe tsked, his jaw clenched as he pressed you against your bedroom wall, his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, "see, you're supposed to ask nicely. didn't mommy teach you that?"

"what do you want, rafe?"

"you know, when i found this little thing," rafe tapped the small vibrator against your cheek, "i found some really interesting pictures." he grinned, your eyes widening, your heartbeat picking up, immediately knowing the pictures he was talking about.

rafe turned on the vibrator, letting it travel down your chest, until coming in contact with your clothed nipple, slowly, involuntarily pebbling under the vibrations, your stepbrother's breath hot on your face, an obvious tent in his sweatpants. "it would be such a shame if your mom saw them, you know?"

"they don't show my face..." you said with a small sniffle, your eyes starting to sting with tears, meanwhile you felt your cunt starting to get slick with arousal from the stimulation to your nipple.

"aw, she might be stupid but she's not an idiot. you really think she won't recognize that pretty little body? all those pretty marks and dots on your body. are you willing to risk it?"

rafe's hand started traveling lower, the vibrations trailing down your ribs and abdomen, causing you to tense up your muscles as you spoke, your teeth gritting together, "what do you want?"

"to own you."

rafe had you pinned down on your bed, your hands gripping onto your already crumpled sheets; your lacy panties clinging to your pussy, thoroughly soaked in your arousal, and you knew they were beyond saving.

your flimsy top had been pushed up to reveal your breasts, and he'd been using the vibrator on your poor pussy for an hour now, and somehow it had been the most excruciating yet exhilarating hour of your life.

"i can't..." you whined as rafe brought the vibrator to your clit, and even though it was covered by the soaking fabric, it felt as if there wasn't any barrier at all, the stimulation bringing you closer and closer to your third orgasm. "'s too much... feels too good…"

rafe let out a cruel laugh at that, only bringing up the volume of the vibrator, pressing it even firmly against your clit, causing you to let out a yelp that turned into a moan, roughly grabbing at the fat of your breast as he brought his face closer to your face.

"you're gonna take it." he smiled, pressing a small kiss between your breasts, before standing up. "keep it in place." rafe commanded, and you brought your hand to weakly hold the vibrator at your clit while he walked around your room, in search for something.

"what... what are you doing?" you mumbled, your mind hazy from the pleasure coursing through your body, your eyes widening when rafe turned around, holding your polaroid camera. "r-rafe?"

rafe walked towards the bed, turning on the camera as he kneeled over you, swatting your hand away from the vibrator, replacing it with his own. "this is gonna be your best picture yet."

before you could protest, you were blinded by the flash, trying to use your arm to cover up your eyes, the picture slowly coming out of the camera, and rafe set it down next to you on the bed while it slowly changed from black to a picture of your body, showing your bared tits and the soaked panties that had molded to the shape of your pussy, rafe's large, ringed hand holding the vibrator against your clit.

rafe turned off the vibrator, throwing it onto the bed, grabbing the photo, and shoving it into the pocket of his sweatpants, before leaning closer to your ear.

"i own you." he whispered roughly, before standing up and leaving your room.