Warnings: dark, mean Rafe, Non-Con, oral, face fucking, public-ish setting, blackmail, sex for money
You stop at the edge of the in ground hot tub, crossing your arms when you see the way he's eyeing you like a prize. You hate that smug smirk and how good he looks no matter what. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. No one realized how deadly he really was beneath the nice guy act.
"What do you want, Rafe?" You ask, diverting your eyes when he stands in all his naked glory. Every inch of your body heats uncontrollably. Why was he naked in a hot tub at a party?
"Now, now, that's not a good tone to have. You should be happy you’re here." You level him with a glare as he comes to stand at the side of the hot tub closest to you, looking up under his lashes.
"I thought I wasn't allowed at your parties."
"You're not but I'm bored." Rafe shrugs a shoulder.
"You summoned me out of bed because you're bored?"
"Get used to it, darling. You're mine for a month, remember?" How could you forget? You kept waiting for the moment that he demands you spread your legs for him. So far it had just been running errands, answering his work phone, or cleaning up after him. But he’d made it clear in the beginning that he could have whatever he wanted from you.
"Let's play a game. Pick a number."
"I don't want to play."
"Pick a number, one through ten. I promise you'll love it." You bite your lip, hating yourself for the mess you'd got yourself into.
"Eight."
"Like Figure Eight, your new home."
"Rafe--."
"Okay, so if you can endure me for eight minutes, I'll let you leave, no questions asked."
"Endure you?"
"If you lose, then you have to take care of me too." You swallow the lump in your throat, the look in his eyes telling you this wasn't a game you wanted to play.
"Or you can refuse and find another way to pay your tuition." Rafe smiled, knowing he'd won as he sat back down on the opposite side of the tub. Your legs shook as you looked for a way out but once again, Rafe had you cornered.
"Fine." You bit out, looking around to make sure no one else was outside from the party.
"Strip." There was no use arguing so you quickly slipped off your sleep shirt and shorts, leaving you in just your panties as you quickly crossed your arms to conceal your breasts.
"Get in." Rafe's breathing became labored as you slowly descended into the hot water. You couldn't believe the way he was looking at you. Like you were the most desirable thing he'd ever seen. It was nearly impossible to keep from looking under the water to see how much you affected him. Rafe took your hand, guiding you to plant your feet on either side of his hips on the seat, his head eye level with your panties.
"What are you going to do?" You whimpered, watching as he kept his eyes trained on you while he brushed his nose against your panties.
"Savor this." His nose nudged your clit and your knees nearly gave out. Two firm hands found the back of your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to tease with his nose.
"Rafe, please. This is humiliating." What if someone came outside and saw?
"So? I can feel how wet you are for me." Rafe breathed, jutting out his tongue and flicking it against your clit. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you bit back a moan, a wicked look in his eyes as he continued his torture.
"Eight minutes." Rafe said, setting a timer on his phone then tugging your panties aside with one hand while his free hand tightened on the back of your thigh. How could you endure eight minutes of this? You were already shaking.
You gasped when his hot, wet tongue swiped up your slit, circling your clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth. Again and again. Rafe set a perfect rhythm. The pleasure was unlike anything you'd ever felt. Your hands found his hair as you fought to remain standing. Rafe groaned like you were the best thing he'd ever tasted, the vibrations going straight to your core.
"Please Rafe, this isn't fair." You whined as he applied more pressure, his hands squeezing your ass to hold you in place. A sound like a growl and a groan left him before he plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you like he would with his..
You came with a cry, your entire body nearly dropping into the water if not for his hold on you. There was a sudden feeling of being weightless then your back was on his towel on the deck, his mouth attached to your pussy again.
"Rafe, please." You cried, squeezing his head with your thighs just as the timer went off on his phone. Rafe pried your legs back open and your body bowed off the towel as another release hit you. Rafe sucked and slurped the tiny nub until it was too much. Until the pain overruled the pleasure and you were trying to roll away.
Finally, Rafe released you, his lower half still in the hot tub as he wiped his mouth. Even his nose glistened with your release. Your entire body shook as you watched each other. You'd never felt anything so powerful. His cock flexed between his legs, drawing your attention to the angry looking member.
"My turn." Rafe pulled himself up on the side of the tub, jerking you into a sitting position before you could grasp what he meant. His fingers knotted in your hair then he was forcing your head down. You opened your mouth, gagging as soon as he hit the back of your throat. Tears sprung in your eyes as you tried to get your bearings but his cock was impressively long.
"Suck." Rafe demanded, his own body trembling as you pulled your teeth back and wrapped your lips around him. His hips jerked up with each push and pull of your head, each time making you gag. Despite hating the circumstances of the events, you wanted him to enjoy it. There was nothing worse than rumors about being a terrible lover but the angle was awkward.
"I'm cumming." Already!? A throaty groan filled the air as he held your head down, spilling down your throat so you had no choice but to swallow all of it. When your tongue met his shaft, he shuddered as he emptied every drop. You swallowed repeatedly, your throat tightening around his shaft until he was tugging you free by the hair.
"Fuckkkkk." Rafe dropped down on the towel next to you, his cock glistening and still standing to full attention. You reached for your shirt but Rafe snagged it, tossing it away before pulling you onto his lap as he sat upright.
"Rafe." You breathed, your throat sore and your head pounding from the lack of air. His cock pressed against your panties and your clit throbbed harder than ever. The night air was cool compared to the hot tub, making your pebbled nipples press hard against his chest.
"You're lucky I didn't cum all over your face like you did mine." The look in his eyes was crazed, thirsty for more.
"Please let me leave." You murmured, cheeks heating with humiliation. You could smell yourself on him. Rafe chuckled, reaching to turn the timer off on his phone before turning his attention back to you. His hands rocked you on his lap, making you grind against his hardening erection as your nipples rubbed against his chest.
"You lost, baby. You don't get to leave now. I still need to be taken care of."
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Billy held the knife against his bottom lip as he listened to the other talk. "Mm, I don't do things quickly." He mused out with a slight smirk. "Besides, who says I'm going to?" He cocked a brow as he pulled the knife away from his lip and let his hand fall to his side, the knife tapping against the side of his leg. "Maybe, just maybe, I want to keep you around." He reached forward and gently tapped the knife against Steve's cheek. "I just might think you are just too pretty to kill." He hummed softly, tilting his head to the side as he looked over the other before nodding. "Yeah, You might be too pretty to kill. Which is a shame because that now makes you a witness to what I did tonight. And I can't have you walking around telling people I'm Ghostface."
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Warning: Dystopian dark theme, Hunger Games setting dark theme, mention of murder and blood, mention of alcohol and drugs, mention of prostitution (If you’re familiar with hunger games, you will know that this trilogy has a lot of dark mentioned underlying. Also a lot of LS’s backstories are heavily inspired by the official characters)
Prosciutto
A victor from District 1: luxury items. He is a Career, which means he was trained to become a tribute ever since a young age. Born and raised in such an environment, he believes that volunteering to be a tribute is the greatest honor. Prosciutto knows how to work on his charms and with how handsome he looks, he has gained a lot of sponsors. However, his brutal and serious self is shown in the game. He had mercilessly killed other tributes until he was on top of the bloody throne. Prosciutto thought it would be a happy ending for him. But he faces true suffering when he becomes the mentor. He mourns over every tribute he has trained although he knows well that he must lose at least one of them every year. He's harsh to them because of this. He wants them to survive.
Gelato
A victor from District 2: masonry. Much like people in his district, he has a warrior mindset and brutality. He has attended to the special academy for Career and volunteered like Prosciutto did. Gelato is well-known for his bloodlust especially in the game. The citizens from District two are called “the pets” of the Capitol. Gelato, however, is not such a docile pet; he’s still wild and unpredictable. Some sponsors find those traits exciting. Now a victor, there’s a rumor that he has a secret affair with a Peacekeeper.
Sorbet
(At first, I wanted to make him and Gelato a famous couple from District two but this version is spicier) Born in District 2 where Peacekeepers are trained, it is not surprising that he becomes one too. Sorbet is cold and ruthless in his job; yet secretly passionate in a private time with Gelato. They know there’s a risk that President Diavolo might not be pleased by their affairs. But they both didn’t want to keep their relationship a secret forever. They want liberty.
Melone
A victor from District 3: electronics and now an inventor of Capitol. He won the game with a brilliant strategy and electric massacre. He, as expected, is eccentric and quite bubbly. Underneath the fashion mask he adorns, he hides his scheme and has waited for the right time to uprise the capitol. He knows he can’t do it alone.
Pesci
A victor from District 4: fishing. Although not inexperienced, the 14-year-old teen was quite timid and considered a pushover by other tributes in his year. Pesci proved to be strong and capable from years of training, but his heart was still soft….until he went berserk at the end of the game from shock. Although Pesci won the game, the experience forever changed him.
Ghiaccio
Another victor from District 4 and Pesci's mentor. He was trained to become a tribute and forced to volunteer. He couldn’t protest despite finding the game ridiculous. He's been even more sensitive and explosive ever since he came back from the game. Ghiaccio was a harsh mentor to Pesci, screaming and pushing him to become stronger which didn’t help with the teen’s low self-esteem. Ghiaccio was in joy when Pesci survived the game, but was saddened that the timid boy had changed.
Illuso
A victor from District 6: transportation. Illuso is cunning and good with camouflage so that’s how he survived the game. His mentality though can’t handle the experience much and turns to addiction. People call him a ghost because he rarely shows up and is stealthy.
Risotto
A victor from District 7: lumber. He was a nobody from a poor district. But he got attention from sponsors because of his hard-trained colossal body and of course he didn't disappoint. He and his axe made it to the final where he's covered in blood. He moved into a comfortable victor’s house with his family, only for his family to get killed by the order of the president. He has held resentment toward Diavolo ever since.
Formaggio
A victor from District 10: livestock. Their signature costume is cowboy so Formaggio wore that in the parade scene. He’s quite a dark horse actually. Audiences love his casualness and witty jokes during the interview. But they didn’t expect him to last until the end. Thanks to his popularity from the interview, he received gifts from sponsors which made him survive and win. He’s known as an alcoholic now though.
Other facts:
They do hang out when they go to the capitol. They need to accompany the year’s tributes as mentors after all.
Imagine Risotto doing that famous Johanna’s stripping scene.
Imagine that Gelato has his teeth filed into fangs like the victor from District 2. Oh my god…
Imagine Pesci being Capitol’s darling like Finnick.
We don’t know much about some districts so...I don’t know what to write about them.
You’re gonna hate me for it but it’s heavily implied that victors are turned into Capitol’s playthings...especially the attractive one. So our boys didn’t escape fate. Prosciutto’s in Finnick’s situation while Risotto refuses to obey...so his family is killed.
Warnings: mentioned of forced pregnancy, birth control tampering, & terminating pregnancy, oral, blackmail, threats with a g*n, cheating, dark unhinged Rafe, all the trigger warnings!
The pounding on the door intensifies enough that JJ finally rolls off of you with a groan, leaving you aching and empty as he yanks on a pair of boxers and stomps off down the hallway. You bury your face in his pillow, inhaling the intoxicating scent of him when you hear an unmistakable voice that flushes away any traces of desire left in your system.
"Where is my wife?" The words are ground out with more anger and ownership than you can stand as you jump to your feet, wincing at the soreness there, and quickly yanking on a pair of JJ's boxers and a T-shirt from the surf shop.
"She wouldn't be your wife if you'd sign the divorce papers." JJ fires back as you emerge from the bedroom. His back is to you as he bars Rafe's entrance with his arm stretched across the door frame. Rafe's eyes lock on yours, narrowing into slits when he takes in your freshly fucked appearance. Both men tense as you approach and you quickly wrap your arms around JJ's narrow waist, loving the feel of his skin under your hands and the safety he offers.
"Y/N, if you're done playing Pogue Slut, it's time for you to come home." Rafe growls as you peek at him over JJ's shoulder. You tighten your hold when JJ tenses. You know he'd go to jail in defending your honor but that would give Rafe what he wanted.
"She's not leaving so stop looking at her." JJ warns, his voice low and his body ready to fight. Rafe's gaze snaps to JJ's, the vein in his temple throbbing with anger as the two men square off.
"You know she was fucking me as much as she did you, right? Do you think you'll have the means to provide for a child let alone afford to fight me when I demand a paternity test? Will you play daddy to my son?" Rafe smirks as JJ's hands ball into fists and he takes a step forward. Rafe's smile widens, flashing his bright white teeth as they stand almost chest to chest.
"Shut up, Rafe." You snap, swallowing the lump in your throat as anxiety sinks in. You never told JJ about having to perform your wifely duties on a daily basis with Rafe. You assumed he knew and wouldn't want to know about it.
"I never pulled out. Not once. She let me breed that pussy whenever I wanted and sucked the cum off my dick when I was done." A growl rumbles through JJ, his body trembling with restraint.
"Will you be there for her when I take my child away from her and she has no choice but to follow?" Rafe's voice lowers to a whisper, his eyes shining with victory from the seeds of doubt he's planted. Something snaps inside you at the picture he's painted. Before you've registered anything, you've grabbed the shotgun from behind the door and cocked it, aiming directly at Rafe's chest. His eyes widen in surprise but that stupid smile is still stretched across his smug face.
"Hit a nerve, did I? Don't want history to repeat itself?" Rafe taunts, pressing his chest firmly against the barrel. It was just like him to throw your shitty childhood and awful parents in your face.
"Baby.." JJ murmurs softly, reaching for the gun but you shake him off as you step out on the deck and force Rafe to back up with the gun to his chest.
"I was sneaking birth control the whole time, you idiot." You spat, jamming the gun harder against his chest, making him wince.
"Maybe I switched it out for fakes. Maybe you've been pregnant for weeks now and had no idea." The gun trembles in your hold. It's not surprising that he would try to trap you with a child so you could never leave.
"Maybe I had an abortion." You counter, finally seeing the smile fall from his face. "Maybe I didn't. Maybe I've also been taking Plan B as an extra reassurance to never bring any spawn of yours into the world. Maybe I'd rather die than stay married to you and live in that place." You'd taken a test right after moving in with JJ. You weren't pregnant. And if you were.. it sure as fuck wasn't Rafe's. But he didn't know that.
Rafe's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, jaw clenched in anger.
"You're bluffing."
"So are you."
"Get the fuck out of here and don't come back until you've signed the damn papers." JJ pushes Rafe back, making him stumble down the steps as he glares at the both of you with enough hatred to start fires. Rafe didn't care about you. He cared about what this would do to his reputation and what people on Figure Eight would say.
"I'll never stop. You're coming back to me." Rafe declares, walking backwards towards his Rover before climbing in and slamming the door shut.
"I'll never go back to him." You state, watching him drive away as JJ gently takes the gun from your grasp. JJ cups your face, his eyes searching as tears fill your eyes. He wasn't angry or accusing.
"You'll never go back to him." JJ whispers, wiping your tears away with his thumbs and pressing his forehead to yours.
"Why aren't you angry?" You breathe, wrapping your arms around his waist as you fight to calm your racing heart.
"Because I love you and I don't care what you had to do to survive him." A sob breaks free and then you're kissing him as tears race down your cheeks.
"I wish I was your wife." You moan against his lips as he lifts you into his arms and carries you back inside.
"You will be." JJ promises, lowering you to the bed and yanking his clothes off your body.
"You'll have my ring. My name. My kids. Every part of you will be mine." JJ kisses his way down your body, positioning himself on his stomach between your parted thighs and licking a stripe through your slit, not caring that you're still full of him from earlier as your body bows off the bed.
"He'll sign or I'll kill him." JJ growls against your pussy, licking and tasting you with an intensity that has you seeing stars as you cry out. The thought of Rafe ceasing to exist shouldn't be such a turn-on..
"We can sign our marriage license in his blood if he wants to go that route." The orgasm crashes into you, tearing a scream from your lips as you squirt all over him and the bed.
"Fuck, JJ!" Your body shakes violently as he forces your legs back, bending you in half while continuing his feast.
"Goddamn, I love it when you do that, baby."
"We don't have a-any more c-clean sheets." You whimper, the pleasure becoming too much as he thrusts his tongue inside you and curls it to reach that sweet spot.
"Let me worry about that. You focus on cumming on my tongue before I fuck this greedy pussy again."
"Wait, wait, wait, no, I can't.. please baby!" You cry, fisting his hair as he presses his mouth firmly against your clit and sucks it into his mouth. Suddenly, three fingers enter your pulsing pussy, forcing you to scream as you cum harder than before. Everything seems to go black then he's coming down on top of you, burying his thick cock further than it's ever been with the position.
"That's right. Take all of me, baby." JJ grips your chin as he kisses you, swallowing your cries as he hammers into you, like you both hadn't already been at this for hours before Rafe interrupted.
"Do you want more of my cum, sweet girl? Is this pussy hungry for more?"
"Oh, my, god." You pant, digging your nails into his shoulders as his pace grows sloppy.
"I go by JJ, but thanks." JJ lets out a grunt, throwing his head back as he cums, cock buried deep as it throbs inside you. Your legs drop down to the bed and you groan in unison, bodies falling towards exhaustion. JJ leans in for a kiss, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and stroke his messy hair.
"You're not his." JJ whispers, rolling your bodies so you're on top and he's still buried deep inside you.
"Not his." You murmur back, kissing him back as the threat of what's to come starts to form in the back of your mind like a big dark storm cloud.
