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all-with-angel · 20 days ago

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↳˳ ❝LOVEGAME ᵕ̈೫˚∗

❥ DEFECTED!Satosugu x reader || LEVEL 1 : Game start!

❥ In which you act as a double spy for Jujutsu Tech to finally take down and kill Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Can you fulfill your mission?

❥ gn!reader, angst, fluff for now, crack, they're kinda down bad, scratch that they're REALLY down bad, suggestive, plot, non-canon compliant, yearning, yandere-ish, more warnings tba!

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When you decided to knock on this temple’s doorstep looking like a kicked puppy, you didn't expect this.

You expected yelling, to have the door shut in your face and be turned away by the two people who you once loved so dearly or in the worst case scenario— be killed right then and there. A blotched red stain on the tatami mats or maybe even eaten whole by one of Suguru’s curses.

In the best case scenario, maybe they’d let you join them. Be under constant supervision— under suspicion or go through some sort of painful hazing. Torture or some sort of sick ritual with a sacrifice. That's what you expected. That's what the higher ups told you to expect.

They had told you that Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo were monsters. Monsters who would laugh and look down upon you for coming to them after all these years. The most dangerous cursed users who betrayed Jujutsu Tech. Betrayed you.

Well clearly they were wrong.

Because you were being hand-fed grapes by those so-called ‘dangerous curse users’ right now.

… The grapes were really sweet, by the way.

“Here’s another one! Say ah~” Satoru beamed, bringing another ripe and juicy grape to your mouth. You were still chewing on the one Suguru had given you seconds prior, but you opened your mouth and Satoru happily popped it in. “Thanksh.” Your voice was warbled, but you still managed to let out a quick thank you.

You had double-checked, triple-checked and hell-- Even quadruple-checked the food for any poison. Any cursed energy that could potentially enter your system and put you under some sort of trance. Nothing. With every bite, you could just taste how sweet and delicious the food was.

Still, you kept your guard up.

Suguru sipped on a cup of tea, humming in contentment as he watched you and Satoru interact. “Enjoying the fruits, sweetheart?”

Satoru popped a sliced piece of an apple in his mouth, talking in between bites. “Could be better.”

“Noted. I’ll have the servants prepare something better next time.” Suguru nodded, turning to you. “Darling, what do you think?”

You swallowed. To be honest, this past week has been.. Refreshing, in a way. You had been treated better here than you ever where and ever will be at Jujutsu Tech. It was almost scary, the way anyone who passed you would bow in reverence. Servants called you master, and yet they treated you like a god. Like something sacred that was to be feared before they were loved.

You wondered if this was how Satoru felt like growing up, if the way people treated him here was no different from back at his clan. Speaking of, the white-haired man had barely left your side. While Suguru had to leave for prolonged periods of time to preach his ideals to his followers, Satoru didn’t really like participating- When you didn’t participate too, of course.

You had joined Suguru in his sermons only once, but something about it made you sick to your stomach. You were sat on a comfortable chair beside Satoru, who looked bored out of his mind. But he didn’t say anything. Simply smiled and nodded to Suguru’s tangent about a better world. The speakers, which were way too loud from where you were, echoed every word that fell from his lips.

And with every word, you remembered what the higher ups had made sure to ingrain into you within the 10 years you had to fight alone.

‘He’s insane.’

‘He will not see reason.’

‘He cannot be saved.’

You bit your cheek so much during that sermon that you were sure it was about to fall off. The next time Suguru had cheerily invited you to another one of his sermons, you turned him down gently, excusing yourself that you had something to attend to.

He didn’t comment on it, didn’t pry. Simply smiled and told you that you were free to join him anytime you wished.

Most of your downtime was spent either eating, sleeping or in the gardens. There was a severe lack of electronics in the temple, and even your shared room- Yes, shared room with Suguru and Satoru had nothing to entertain you other than a few outdated magazines that you were sure Satoru had sneaked in, even while Suguru probably knew about them already.

Satoru had puffed up his chest in pride when he showed them to you, bragging about how sneaky he had gotten these past years. Even if you had found them near-immediately when you sat on the bed, hearing the crinkle of the pages under your weight.

“I think it’s fine.” You answered Suguru, swallowing as you brushed your thoughts away. You had all night to think about those.

Suguru smiled. "At least one of you isn’t a picky eater.”

“Hey! I’m not picky!” Satoru shrieked. “I just have taste, that's all.”

“Ofcourse, ofcourse. Forgive me.” Suguru hummed, the sarcasm dripping from his tone left ignored. “Whatever. You are forgiven.” You could sense the eyeroll under his blindfold, the familiarity of the interaction leaving a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

“I am NOT a picky eater.”

“Yes you are.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

You rolled your eyes, biting into your burger that had a suspiciously extra amount of lettuce in it. Courtesy of Satoru. Arguing with him was like walking on a treadmill, it leads nowhere.

“We’re just saying, eating vegetables makes you stronger.” Suguru hummed, swirling his pasta with a fork as he glanced at Satoru.

“Why would I want to be stronger? I’m already the strongest anyway.” Satoru drawled. “Besides,” he grins, picking out and tossing another piece of lettuce onto your plate. “I gotta save some strength for the two of you anyway.”

Suguru rolls his eyes this time, taking a forkful of his pasta. “I thought we were the strongest already?” He voiced in between bites.

“Yeaaaahh, but you two could use some work,” He waves his burger towards the two of you, some of its oil dripping onto the table. “Especially you.” He points the soggy, lettuce-less burger at you, raising his voice in accusation. “You almost made me a part of the infrastructure today!”

You cringed at the reminder. “Sorry.” You mumbled into your burger. “My cursed technique is pretty hard to control.”

“Yeah, we can see that.”

“Now, now, Satoru. You have to give them some credit,” Suguru chimed in with that smooth voice of his, making you let out a sigh of relief. At least he was on your side-

“Last mission both of us were almost a part of the infrastructure. Having you be the only one at risk this time around is progress, don’t you think?”

Nevermind.

“Maybe next time I should do it on purpose.” You grumble, snatching Satoru’s milkshake and taking a sip. “HEY!”

“Heeeeeyyyy, earth to you, helloooo?” You flinched when a pair of bright blue eyes were suddenly in front of you. Getting jumpscared by that pair of eyes had become something akin to routine nowadays. You had woken up too many nights to count to Satoru just staring at you in the dark, his eyes cryptically glowing in the dark as he ushers you to go back to sleep.

“Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking.” You leaned backwards, awkwardly smiling as you felt your ears slightly burn from the close proximity.

Satoru didn’t look convinced at all. Neither did Suguru, who was now staring calmly at you.

“You’ve been doing that alot.” Satoru leaned closer, making you lean back instinctually. “What are you thinking about?” He pouts.

“Satoru, sit properly.”

The man himself huffed indignantly, plopping back into his seat and giving you enough room to breathe.

Suguru took a sip of his tea, taking his time before speaking. You and Satoru stay quiet, waiting patiently for Suguru to break the silence. “Our dearest is still adjusting to their new life here, need I remind you to give them space to process everything?”

“I knoooow Suguruu~” Satoru whines, rocking side to side with his legs crossed. “But it's been a week! That's enough time for them to start talking more, don't you think?”

No, you don’t think it is.

“No, it isn’t,”

Thank god

“They can take their time. Besides,” Suguru continued, putting his teacup down with a soft clink! And turning his gaze to you. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but then again, none of them did. “They’ve already told us about why they had a change of heart, no? I think that should be enough for the time being.”

Satoru sighed. “Fineee. I guess you do have a point. But I still wanna know!”

“Soon, my love.” Suguru’s eyes softened. His hand found your knee, and you pushed the urge to flinch away. You hoped that he didn’t notice how you tensed against his touch. “They’ll open up to us in time, I’m sure.” His eyes were kind, understanding.

You let out a forced smile, praying to whatever god above that they had forgotten how you truly smiled. How you smiled at them before they’d broken your heart and left. “Yeah.”

Suguru’s hand lingered a few moments longer, studying your face as his thumb continuously brushed against your thigh. You could feel the sweat trailing down the back of your neck, the light thump of your heart in your ears but you stayed passive.

Finally, after a time that felt much too long, Suguru slid his hand off of your knee and let it rest on his lap. Satoru was pouting, but that seemed enough to satisfy them.

For now.

You fall into your bed facefirst, the sheets around you fly a few inches upwards before settling around your tired form. With a huff, you turn your head to the paper-thin divider separating your bed from the other two. The three of you had made a compromise when the two had insisted you slept beside them while you pushed for your own privacy.

This was the best they could do without Satoru whining, complaining and threatening to destroy any other wall between him and you.

You were 99% sure he meant it. Suguru was 100% sure.

Satoru peeks from the side of the divider, smiling widely when he sees your exhausted form. “Goodnight~ You're free to join us anytime!!” Satoru implied, eyes going half-lidded as he traced his eyes over your body, admiring the way your body looked in the yukata. You felt yourself burn under his gaze, swallowing thickly before his eyes met yours and he returned to his cheery demeanor. “Goodnight~” He quickly disappeared behind the divider, presumably joining Suguru in bed as far as you could tell from the rustling of sheets and soft giggles.

“..G’night.”

You flip over to lie on your back, gazing at the ceiling.

One of them blew out the last candle, the light orange hue getting replaced by the soft blue glow of the moonlight. You could barely see in the dark, but it was enough to make out the lines and intricacies of the ceiling. You don’t dare close your eyes.

You lie there for hours, barely moving— Save from turning your head to look at a more interesting view from time to time. The ceiling, the wall, the divider, the closet that was slightly ajar. You had pretty much memorized every detail you could.

Even when you feel your eyelids become heavy, your mind screaming for sleep, your will keeps shaking you awake. Your mission. Your purpose.

You remember when your purpose wasn’t to betray the two men sleeping just a few feet away from you, a time when your purpose was to protect and fight alongside them.

A time long gone. You were sure.

When you were sure that both of them had gone to sleep, their heartbeats in sync with eachothers, you sat up. Slowly, as your blanket shifted around you, you make sure to only move under the noise of Satoru’s snores.

This was one of the biggest hurdles you had to pass while staying here, and it will continue to be. Not the lies, not the fake smiles and excuses, but sneaking away from the literal six eyes user and his just as sharp husband.

You held your breath with every second you took getting up. Once you were standing, you took slow, careful steps on the tatami. Mindful to avoid the places where the floor creaked. You had memorized it in the days leading to this one.

You reach the door and grab the handle, sliding it open just enough to fit you. You take one step outside, the floorboards groan under you.

You heard Satoru’s snores hitch. Everything pauses, and you could practically hear the crickets outside.

You stop breathing, pausing pretty much every other bodily function in anticipation.

Silence stretched into something that felt like forever. And you were half-convinced that if you turned around, Satoru’s bright blue eyes would be beaming down at you with rage and betrayal. A familiar look. You wonder if you looked the same when you had learned that Suguru had killed that entire village.

A beat, then another.

You hear Satoru’s snoring cut back to normal with a loud huff. You let out your own sigh of relief, feeling a few tons lighter and taking careful steps out of the room and sliding the door shut.

Your footsteps pad across the hallways, practically non-existent to any ear that isn’t Satoru’s. You make your way to the farthest point of the estate, the farthest point from your bedroom. Or their bedroom. It didn’t really feel like your own, it felt too foreign and too wrong. It didn’t feel like the room that you, suguru and satoru had shared back in the school dorms. When it felt like each other's room were an extension of their own.

This was different.

The sliding door creaked as you eased it shut behind you, the low thock swallowed by the night. You're met with the fresh night air, thick with the fragrance of flowers and damp grass. A small and humble garden, a small pond tucked away in the corner.

You took a slow breath and stepped down from the engawa. Your sock-covered feet met the grass with a hush. You walked carefully, each step deliberate, weaving between stepping stones and a cluster of thin bamboo stalks until you reached the flowerbeds tucked into the corner of the garden.

Your eyes swept across your surroundings once more. You heightened your senses, searching for even a flicker of cursed energy nearby. From here, you could still feel the faint pulse of Satoru’s cursed energy. Still asleep. Good.

You crouched, admiring the flowers for just a moment. Your fingers sifted through the dirt beside a stone lantern, slow and methodical. The soil was cool, clinging to your skin, and you could feel the pulse of life underneath—roots, minerals, memory. Memory that you had stored just a few nights ago. You etched a sigil into the dirt. It pulsed faintly, a ripple of your cursed technique weaving into reality itself. You were careful to use the least amount of cursed energy possible, just enough for your technique to take hold.

Reality Warp.

The soil seemed to distort and crack like glass, geometric shapes unwinding from your palm and curling around the small depression in the soil. Circles spun within circles, fractal patterns blooming like mechanical flowers. The stones shifted, fusing together. The dirt reshaped itself, compressing and hardening, folding in on itself like origami.

Click.

A cold, silver burner phone. Straight out of the 90’s. Compact, dustless, unnaturally clean against the backdrop of moss and earth. You flipped it open, chunky buttons taking a moment for you to navigate and dial a number you had memorized.

It rang once, the volume making you flinch before you remembered to isolate this part of the garden. The space around you cracked and shifted, as if the world were just refracted by mirrors. There, the sound wouldn’t alert anyone. Nor would anyone see you if they were simply passing by, you were sure that your technique wouldn’t be too visible in this darkness. Not unless someone was looking for it.

It rang for a little while longer, and you felt a light feeling of dread that nobody would answer.

But finally, a familiar voice came from the phone, slightly glitchy from the poor signal. “You’re late.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Sorry. Had to wait for everyone to fall asleep.”

“Whatever. Your report?”

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knightyoomyoui · 3 months ago

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Lose Our Control - Part 2 [+18] (COMMISSIONED)

TWICE (x Male Reader) ft. Aespa and IU

TYPE: Fluff, Smut, Heavy Angst

WORD COUNT: 12722

NOTE: IU is finally here to join the plot! This one is way longer than Part 1 (Read here) because this one contains MULTIPLE ENDINGS for you to see and decide what you prefer the best as part of me and client's agreement. Also, combining the word count of this to the previous, it has a total of 18466: making this my LONGEST ONE-SHOT YET.

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== CONTINUATION FROM THE END OF PART 1 == The recent events that occurred two days ago has been disturbing you badly. It won’t let you sleep peacefully at night, knowing about the guilt of the huge mistake you have done. You may not remember exactly what you did, but what you’ve seen when you opened your eyes is telling that you mindlessly enjoyed it with the influence of alcohol. Three naked women sleeping alongside you that weren’t neither each of the TWICE members and seeing how all knocked up they were, you sure did put yourselves in a hell of a good time. Most people would be happy that they got the luckiest opportunity to bang a hot woman, but that’s not a case with you. How could you feel like that when you’re literally in a relationship with not only just one… but nine gorgeous woman you knew and fell in love with. That brings you to the question: Why did you do it? It was just for a moment that things have been a bit calm while you were regretting your actions and owing it with all honesty alone in your room as your conversation with Karina replays in your head since there wasn’t anything that followed up afterwards.

Yet you were wrong, it was intended to happen to prepare yourself for the worst to come. That was when Jihyo texted you that they’re arriving back to South Korea during the tour for an urgent matter, and her text seemed unusually cold. You stayed in your home, trying to compose yourself to act normal despite of your darkest secret being a distraction. The door of their dorm opened, revealing all of them one by one as they brought their luggages and bags inside.

“G-girls! You’re finally back! Let me help you with t-”

You stood up and were about to approach Jihyo but she halts and stares at you without any expression. “No need.” “B-but those look heavy… and you girls are tired from the flight.” “I said we can do this by ourselves.” JIhyo’s tone became sharper. She walked past you as she heads into her room.

“And YN… p-please leave us alone here.” Jeongyeon requested as she followed Jihyo and threw you also a menacing glare. “Can I just atleast stay here for a while and check up on you all? It’s been weeks since we haven’t seen-” “WE DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE, OKAY?” Nayeon yelled at you. She walked close at you and gave you a huge slap in the face. Her large hands were able to not only apply pain in your cheek, it even caused the corner of your lips to bleed. “H-how could you…w-we trusted you, we thought it’s all gonna be okay that we talked about the possibilities of each other fighting f-for attention. I thought it’s gonna be us!” They knew, you said in your thoughts. You leaned away still after the impact of Nayeon’s assault. “We were all scared and nervous that we’re going to be the reason of ruining our relationship because of how many of us we’re in love with you.” Momo said in gloomy vibe. “And we couldn’t put a finger in you because we knew you were such a likeable person, that we risked to put the blame on ourselves. Loving us had us think that it’ll be impossible for you to cheat…” Jihyo said while her back is turned at you from the hallway that leads to the bedroom. She stopped walking when she heard the loud slap that Nayeon did at you. “And yet you still did this to us?! Sana, show it.” Nayeon commanded Sana who rummaged through her bag. She pulls out her phone and played a video as she presented it to you with dreaded eyes. It’s a clip of you sitting along with Aespa as all of you laugh while drinking liquor at the bar. It ended when Karina pulled you along inside the VIP lounge. Your eyes widened in shock not just of being busted, but with how the girls knew about this. “You must be wondering, huh.” Nayeon asked you in attitude. “M-my friend Miyeon was there in the club. She recorded this because… she recognized you. She was surprised that you are meeting with other girls because…I mentioned you to her as my boyfriend.” Sana began cracking into tears. “And I can’t believe this is what you do to me.” “Behind our backs? Really, YN? How dare you.” Momo scoffed disappointedly. “Look, girls. Let me explain-” “What is there to explain, YN? You fucking cheated on us!” Nayeon went loud.

“It wasn’t my intention, okay! I was drunk at that time, I didn’t know what was happening. All I remember is that a woman named Karina just showed up beside me and talked to me. That’s it!” You tried to defend yourself. “YN… don’t be stupid, please.” Mina frowned and looked at you betrayed. “Intoxicated or not, you should’ve known already know about what too much consuming alcohol would bring you. It’s your own actions, you should be accountable.” “I-I know, okay. I;m sorry, but please believe me it wasn’t my intenti-” Nayeon pounded your chest with rampage of her fists. “And yet you still went to that damn bar! Why would you even go there in the first place!”

You became teary eyed, as you cannot endure seeing all of them getting hurt of what you’ve done. “I was lonely, okay? I tried doing everything to distract myself, but I just miss you all too much.” Some of them started crying harder, especially Dahyun and Tzuyu. “Nobody were there to join me, until my friends invited me to go there. I accepted and I-I thought drinking would ease my sadness away.” “FUCK!!!” Nayeon stomped and buried her crying face on her palm as she squatted below in front of you. “What do want us to say then, YN? That we’re sorry? Yeah, kinda but… what can we do? We’re idols, it’s our job to go in any places to entertain our fans. It’s not like we wanted to leave you too.” Momo confronted you as well. Jeongyeon came to console Nayeon as she hugged the poor woman. She looks up at you filled with rage and frustration. “What I hated the most out of anything is not only people close to me being liars, but you broke my friend’s heart, just as much as mine.” “Jeongyeon, please I really didn’t mean to-” You were about to came close to them when she shouted.”

‘YOU STAY RIGHT THERE. DON’T YOU EVER COME CLOSE TO US!” She gestured you before she focused back on cooing Nayeon. “This is… something we can’t tolerate for us to continue in this relationship, YN.” Jihyo said. “I loved you. WE loved you. I knew you do but… you still did what you did.” Jihyo cried after she said those words. “How can we ever trust you again?” “We thought we are already enough, yet you still gave yourself in to others.” Chaeyoung expressed her feelings. “It breaks my heart thinking that maybe… there’s something lacking with us that you could just be open with anybody to have you.” “Chaeng, it’s not like that. Come on, girls. All of you are enough. I will do everything to fix this, please. Just give me a chance, we should not let-” “You love us?” Nayeon looks at you, her reddish tired eyes in contact. She leans Jeongyeon away from her gently to allow herself some space. “If you… don’t want to break our hearts again. Do me and all of us favor then. Let’s break up.” Your jaw slowly dropped in shock. Panic controls you to go nearer at Nayeon and touch her. “W-wait, Nayeon please. Don’t do this. I- I can’t… I can’t let us end this way.” You tried to approach them one by one but they were all just avoiding your glances with their sobs.

“Tzu, Dubu… even you guys? Come on, please don’t leave me. I’ll do better, I promise.” You said as you observed Tzuyu and Dahyun trying to avoid you. Dahyun raised her head and met you with her shattered emotions. “How could you do this to us. Oppa? I thought we could have you with everything, but you let it go away with just a simple flirt from another woman.”

“T-Tzuyu?” You held both wrists of the maknae, encouraging her to look you in the eye. “I love you so much, please. I can’t lose you too.” You felt Tzuyu shuddered in your touch. “I don’t know what I should say, oppa. All I know is that I’m hurting. I love the entirety of you, including your body, but seeing you losing your guard just like that for others to take advantage of what should be ours… was so unfaithful of you.” Tzuyu proceeded to share her own. She was wiping her eyes using her shirt. “How can you convince us again that everything will work out just fine, that you be strong for us when you couldn’t even be loyal to us anymore?”

‘I think it’s better that we have to separate from now on. I suggest that you leave us alone for good, I can’t let our work ethics affected because of what you did to us. If you truly care for all of us, please don’t go breaking our hearts again by staying by our side.” Jihyo concluded their decision. You felt defeated and dismayed, losing all nine of them all at once has to be your worst mistake you’ve ever done in your life. You were about to keep on fighting for your relationship with them but Nayeon tugs your arm and pushes you forcefully to the door. “GET OUT! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” Her constant hits at you adds another stabbing pain in your heart that all you can do is to cry due to loss of words of their reaction. One last time, you looked at the girls crying because of you. They really didn’t attempted to watch you disappear. You exit their dorm and as the door closes, they all started to cry harder in each other’s arms as you made your way through the hallway devastated from such a huge loss in your lovelife. The aftermath of your failed relationship with TWICE, it had you ending your contract with JYPE abruptly as a part of the favor you wanted to do for the girls. You can just admit by yourself that you would’ve wanted to be with them longer, but things won’t be the same again. You mourned for the disaster you have caused and owe it all within yourself alone in your home. Sleepless nights of dreams, what ifs, and hopes about the girl’s future and what would it’ll be like if you were still with them. During your coping with heartbreak for days both losing special people and the job you dedicate in your life, you were fixing your clothes when you noticed a folded paper inserted inside the pocket. You opened it, and it revealed a phone number with a note that says “Call me if you need someone to pick you up. We can do it again if you like.” and a wink. It must be from Karina, as you speculated that she put this inside your clothes while you were sleeping, which you weren’t aware that she actually put that when she hugged you before you left the motel. The desire of moving on and stepping back on track with your job had you encouraged to atleast settle on this. Left with no choice, you gave it a try as you dialed it on the phone. “It’s me, YN. Where can we meet? Fine, I’ll be there.”

The next day, you and Karina met in your designated place which is in a cafe shop. Hearing about the story to detail her speculations of you reaching back to her despite of that given night, she told about her preposition as a repay for what you did to them in the club.

When one door closes, another one opens for a new opportunity as they say. So you did, now finding yourself sitting in a room along with Aespa’s staffs to discuss about your deal of collaborating with them through your songs that you may write for their future albums.

It was finalized, Aespa were happy to have you officially in SM Entertainment. You felt atleast grateful and happy to have a new start with a bunch of new people, but beneath those smiles you show while you shake their hands, they don’t know that something is still off with you.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, you hid it and focus on the important scenario right now. Aespa arranged a celebration for your successful contract signing and you accepted.

As all of you gladly talked about random stuffs, you were observing them with conflicted emotions, probably because you still haven’t forgotten that they’re part of the reasons why you broke up with TWICE.

They began to shift again to their unstabilized selves after many bottles of soju. Giselle and Winter fell asleep, while Karina and Ningning initiates the things they wanna do to you since they were throwing you some seductive brushes and glares.

It all started with Karina laying her head at your shoulder, drinking one last shot before she inhales your neck. You looked at her and she caught it, it pushed her to the limit of kissing your exposed skin dangerously.

It crept up to the jaw, your cheek, then forcefully tilted your head to face her and capture your lips. Ningning paused from her drinking as she watches you and Karina starting to get intimate.

You broke the kiss. Unlike last time, you were a bit sober to do these things with them. You inspected Karina’s lust forming in her expression, that same demeanor that misled you to the forbidden affection which cost your relationship that you were once valued the most.

A part of you were mad of what they’ve done, and those voices were telling you to make them pay for it by using the same thing they used against you. You pulled Karina up in her feet and dragged her shorts down.

Her red panties are in full view, Karina breathes heavily as she watches you stare by it and feel the graze of your fingertips across her legs. Meanwhile, Ningning is still watching the show going on in front of her with a bit of jealousy.

You smooched her thighs as they rise to her blocked center. You hooked your fingers in the waistband and brought them down slowly until they planted on her feet and on the floor.

Karina steps out of it, you smelled its center part before you folded it neatly and placed it on your pocket.

You stood up in front of her. Karina eyes you full of hunger, she bit her lips before placing her hands on your shoulders and invite you for another passionate kiss.

“See this? It’s what you do to me. Tonight, I’m going to make sure that you’ll beg me for me to stop, that is… if I agree to it.” You said.

“If that’s what you want, then show me what you can do. Don’t hold back this time, there’s nobody you can think of anymore other than me.”

“You two must be forgetting we’re still here… especially me.” Ningning rose from her seat, placing her glass on the table. She walked towards both of you to join the fun.

“Can’t let myself getting left behind.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay there amd behave like a good girl? Because this bitch clearly doesn’t understand what’s coming after her.” You said as you fiercely cupper Karina’s chin in which she only reacted with a chuckle.

“What can I say, sluts deserves harsh treatments. I might help you with that, but… I’m a good friend as well, I fear that you may be outnumbered here.” Ningning boastfully said.

“Uh huh? So you do admit that you are just as slut as your friend right here?”

“Yes, and what are you gonna do about it?”

“Outnumbered, my ass.” You tugged Ningning and pressed her at Karina who caught her with a liplock. As they began to french kiss one another, you started to take off your clothes. “You fucking relationship breakers, I’m going to destroy both of your asses simutaneously that tomorrow morning, yall will rely to my cock just for you to properly walk into work.”

“Let’s get this all started in somewhere that ain’t… messy.” Karina said as she viewed the sight of scattered snacks and empty bottles with Giselle and Winter sleeping soundly on the carpet. Before you followed them, you placed the two on the couch to be comfortable.

Entering the bedroom, Karina pushes you to the bed and straddled you. You lift her t-shirt to reveal her matching red laced bra. The size of her tits and the color of her garment effectively made her hotter.

You grope her tits, mashing them together and pressed them to largen their shape while you feel Ningning devouring your nape and shoulders from behind.

Helping you locate the lock, you snap it off to remove her bra. Her saggy G-cup breasts dropped in full presentation. You gulped your throat before you start suffocating your face between her holy valleys.

Karina just moaned lewdly as she felt her attractor’s face buried into her precious bosoms. “Oh mmh yes, suck them please.”

You complied, mouth capturing her rosy nipples and slurped it like there’s a milk coming out of it.

To add more pressure, Karina began grinding on your legs to stimulate her bare pussy and help you feast on her breasts further. Ningning on the other hand, already took off her shirt to reveal her proud tits to put into work by massaging your back with it.

“My turn.” Ningning interrupted your breastfeeding with Karina when she snatches your lips. Your hands were still squeezing Karina’s tits as she starts to remove your lower clothing.

Your cock sprung up in raging erection. Karina allows Ningning to drop your half body on the bed to sit on your face while she quickly swallowed your full length without any build ups.

The rest of the night was full of loud noises coming from their moans, your degrading curses, and rough slapping of skins from the countless manhandling you gave to them in various positions around the room.

Then, the morning you woke up, you groaned not because of how stiff and exhausted your body felt from your threesome with Karina and Ningning. It was rather your cock that is stiff being paid attention by Winter and Giselle as they double teamed your balls.

Turning you on, you asked Giselle to lay alternate on top of you so that she turns yourselves in 69 while Winter still sucks your balls below as she fingers herself. All of you came together, with Giselle sharing some of your load directly into Winter’s mouth.

The sex was great with them. Your connection definitely grew from not just from being their new songwriter but as a friends who gives them a benefit of sex.

You do it for them either to ease their tiredness or if they bored. This habit was both a favor and a punishment of them for you.

Meanwhile, Aespa attended a music show to promote their new song Whiplash. At the same time, TWICE was there to do the same for their song Strategy.

They saw each other backstage and interacted. This moment allowed Nayeon and Jihyo to open up a specific topic to set aside their idol life.

“We heard that YN is now working with you.” Nayeon’s mood slightly lowered at the mention of your name.

“You guys know YN?” Ningning asked.

“Yup, he wrote some songs for us. Then he terminated himself out of JYPE.” Jihyo confirmed.

“Guess he couldn’t take his fault all by himself, so instead he ran away with it.” Jeongyeon stiffled a laughter. All aespa members turned at her, their faces became serious as they suspiciously comprehended those choice of words.

“W-what did he do? Did something happened between you and him?” Karina asked.

“Yes. How about you, there has to be, right?” Nayeon smirked with a sass.

“W-what are you trying to say unnie?”

“Can we just cut the act here, girls?” Sana said. “We all know what happened between all of you and him. Or as I can mention, that night in the club?”

All of their eyes largened in surprise. “O-oh my God… u-unnie… you’re the girlfriend he’s talking about?” Winter gasped both in shock and fear.

“This is gonna be strange but to correct you, it’s girlfriendS. Plural.” Momo clarified.

They all “huh-ed” which took TWICE aback. They didn’t expected that reaction. “Wait… you girls don’t know about that?”

“No. He only said it in a singular term. We didn’t know that he was instead referring to… all nine of you.” Karina shook her head.

They all bowed and kneeled which had to girls embarassed. “We’re sorry, unnies!” They all stated in unison.

“Oh my, no stand up! Get out of the floor!” Jihyo shrieked. Fortunately they followed. “Okay, we admit we came here to confront you girls about… well having an affair with him when we were in a relationship with him. But, I think we’re just gonna skip into that a little since… we didn’t expect that you girls aren’t aware that it’s actually all of us.”

“That damn bastard, he says he loves us but he can only mention one of us as his girlfriends?!” Jeongyeon complained.

“What’s worse is that he didn’t even mentioned any or our names.” Mina added.

“Is that how YN actually hates us?” Dahyun frowned which had the girls including Aespa to feel sad for her.

“Swear to God, unnie. We really didn’t know. I can confirm it because I was the one who initiated-” Karina paused when she received a not so hard slap from Nayeon.

“U-unnie?”

“That’s for still having an agenda to ruin someone’s relationship. What if it wasn’t YN and instead some… married man. You guys could’ve caused troubles not only in your careers but for his relationship too with his wife.” Nayeon reasoned.

“Which as you can see, happened to us.” Chaeyoung bitterly smiled. Aespa faded in guilt.

“But, we weren’t blaming you that much anymore for what happened. It’s still his fault and responsibility. And she failed with all of that.” Tzuyu said.

“That’s why we are here instead to… warn you about getting associated with him.” Jihyo said with all seriousness. “We can’t let another that will have their hearts broken because of his unloyalty and unfaithfulness.”

“Were you all… perhaps, having feelings now for him?” Jeongyeon checked.

That question had Aespa reflecting about their recent encounters with him. Sure, sex with you was great but… they never had the time to concentrate on their feelings if you are already creating an effect for them aside from pleasure.

“W-we haven’t talked about that yet.” Karina denied, with the rest emphasizing it with a shake of their heads.

“So, just impressions?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty good. Wouldn’t try to object about his looks, well we do understand why all of you were concerned of other women trying to get into him.” She swallowed the lump in her throat after saying that, as she cleverly blamed themselves.

“We’re telling you now in advance that you should do something to prevent yourselves from getting too attached with him. You know what happened to us, and now that he found a new collection through all of you, he might do it again.” Jihyo warned them.

“Once a cheater, always a cheater, guys.” Nayeon shrugged.

“Anyways, we still do know our part that we can’t dictate what others feel, but just so you know we’re giving you already a heads up about the consequences. Don’t… don’t let yourselves get hurt.” Jihyo said, her emotions almost collapsed as she remembered the altercation, which was the last time they saw you. “I suggest it’s better to remain friends with him.”

All aespa members nodded to what the TWICE’s charismatic leader advised for them. They bid their goodbyes after congratulating and showing how delighted they are to see their fellow sunbaes.

Sana was the one to depart, and before she tailed along with her co-members, she left one last favor for Aespa to do for her and probably on behalf of them.

“Take care of him, please. We don’t know what we lacked but… try to do better.”

ACT 4The following weeks have been very baffling for Aespa, and their minds couldn’t just focus properly on the priorities when they always get to see your face in the same environment you both were working in.Just a glimpse of your presence and it took them both to recall their interaction with their seniors whom they still didn’t expect that they were once yours. Ofcourse, it does affect their way of encountering you. It irritates them to the point that they’ve decided to give themselves a space to process everything not because of what they’ve learned about you, but the possibilities of what’s actually building up inside of them for you. These actions didn’t fail to get on your senses, as it slowly becoming noticeable of you that they somehow look a bit different communicating with you than the recent times they’ve had with you. It’s not that you were expecting, but they’ve gone less frequent on initiating sex with you. It wasn’t surprising until they also started to only laugh or speak occasionally, only because they make themselves unavailable to get along with you due to being ‘busy’. You know that’s not it, and so was them. You wanted to know if something is going on, so that’s why you give it a shot of questioning them regarding on that matter. It left you puzzled when they said ‘nothing’ and still they blamed work for draining their energy these days. Offering assistance, they declined. No more forcing occurred afterwards, you just let them be alone as requested. As your chat with them ended, the members sigh problematically, they just didn’t know what to do with you. It’s highly hypocritical and audacity of them to be mad for you that you’ve cheated, that’s why they were skipping into that truth. Rather, they are living into a lesser shameful and a reasonable cause of them to limit themselves from you. They’re just disappointed of how things turned out because of them and… what might happen if it was them now in TWICE’s position when they were with you. To put it simply, they’re currently struggling in this emotional conflict and tension within their decisions and feelings all about you. Back to where you are, you may not forgive what Aespa has done for you and TWICE but at the same time, you also couldn’t help but to feel alone knowing that all of the people you got to be very close inside this industry are currently out of your reach. It makes you sad that Aespa were going through tough times without your help, but they couldn’t surpass the amount of loneliness and longing you have everyday for TWICE. You were about to sleep into your comfy bed when your phone buzzed a notification. Opening it, all of your thoughts were a speaking of the devil. Talking about a perfect timing, someone wants to meet up with you, and unlike the last time, you accepted it initially because knowing this person since you two were little, she could never be cruel for you. The next day, you drove your car to the rendezvous she marked. Stopping by into her house, there she was, standing on the stairs to her doorway. Your childhood friend and sister-figure of your life, IU greeted you with a very cheerful demeanor. “Hiiii YN!” She waved her hand at you. You got out of the car and opened the door for her like a gentleman. Her instant hugged at you made you flinched and laugh at her usual clingy side. “Hey, easy haha. Hello to you as well noona.” You reciprocated the hug. It honestly felt so good, aside from your ex-girlfriends, she’s the other woman who could make you feel that love and care that gives off what a family should be. “I missed you so much. We haven’t seen each other in like forever.” She pouted.

“I mean, that’s what you get for being very famous in Korea right now.” She slapped you on the arm. “Ouch!” “So you are mocking me now just because I’m famous? Well what can I do, atleast I have a better job than you, and I never feel ashamed of being an idol” She teased you by taking out her tongue that had you rolling your eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah you are richer than me. I get it, ever since before you’re obsessed with money. No surprise.” “Stupid, that’s not it…. Or maybe just a little.” You shook your head as you found her silly antics ridiculous. “But shut up, okay? How dare you spit lies on me, I’m doing it because of my fans.” “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” You joked. “Ugh stop annoying me.” She showed it in her face which kind of turned her adorable. Like a sister, you really love pissing her off. “Why are you keep blabbering out here. Come on, time is running we should start this day immediately.” She pushes you to make you reenter the car and get yourselves out of here.

“You should appreciate this, okay? I even had to sacrifice my dayoff to rest from all the shootings and everything just to meet you.” IU pretends to sulk. “I told you on the phone that I’ll be there when you need me, and I mean it.” You smiled and looked at her. “Yeah I know, and thank you for spending your time with me, noona. I do needed this, you know… to be free of this stressful life I just entered after I became a songwriter.” IU’s grin of hearing your grateful remark shrank when you mentioned your problem. “Was your job draining you that much? Didn’t quite expect that writing songs would be that tiring.”

“Yah, are you boasting out on me now?” You voiced out while your attention is fixed on the road. “Idiot, what I mean is that was JYPE making you write songs for their entire groups signed with them? How can you say your job is stressing you out?” IU elaborated. “We’ll talk about that later. For now, can we just enjoy the drive, please? I don’t want to start all of these right away with deep stuffs and such.” IU nodded. “As you say so, here lemme play my playlist. You better tell me what’s going on later okay? I want to know what I’m helping you with.” Reaching the largest mall in the city, you and IU went on to a shopping spree, even buying things for you as a gift in which you gladly accepted. She did everything to cheer you up with your worries and it did worked somehow. Just like the old days, she would watch a movie with you, take photos together, and play some arcade to compete with one another to check who is still better in games. However, among all of that, nothing can still top the favorite part of your time with her: food trip. While eating, you were reminded of your promise with her which encouraged you to open up about it. As usual, IU would listen to you in all ears, you narrated the entire story from the moment you signed in JYPE as a songwriter that led you to meet TWICE, the strange relationship you had with all of them, the breakup, and how you were involved with Aespa nowadays. IU’s reaction either falls or rises, particularly about the relationship you had with all of them. She became serious after hearing everything she had to know and to express her somber and empathy, she hugged you again in comfort. “I don’t know what I did… it makes me think I’m not fit for any of this.” Your emotions bawling inside. “I wanted to fix things right but it’s like I just want to move on from everything.” “I suggest you do it, YN.” IU advises. “They won’t do good on you if you still keep yourself connected with them. The burden of what you’ve created will never stop triggering your anxiety and guilt. For TWICE, well I do understand why they must be upset… I mean, you betrayed them but, you won’t suffer this much if they never let you get into this… toxic relationship of loving them all equally. They also have fault here somehow, don’t you think? As for Aespa… well going for revenge might not be worth it, YN. Shouldn’t you stop being near with them? Don’t forget what they did, but was it necessary for you to join them? What would TWICE will respond if they know that you associated with them? Do you think it’ll make them happy? No. Hate to break it to you, YN but…

That’s why from now on, it’s better for you to leave them for good. Have a fresh new start, I can guide you with that.” You looked at her, she observed how fragile you are and it aches her. “You can?” “Yes, everything. I can give you everything that they can’t. And unlike them, I would do it all by myself.” IU confidently said, she stroked your hair to ease your emotions. “Come here.” She invited you for another embrace, You sobbed again, the more you let it all out on her, the more she bears anger for TWICE and Aespa for both putting you in an unhealthy relationship that manifested a horrible consequence in which you only had to handle responsibility since you’re the one who obviously sinned. Furthermore, it left her to return another side of her that YN never got to witness beforehand. Since they were little, your bond with IU had her to exceed your view of her role in your life. If she felt like your sister, then IU finds you to be her first-found love.

And it never disappeared. She only had to hid it beneath her other priorities in life. But now that you’re back to become a part of her present situations in result of your lovelife issues, it motivated her to relive her deep feelings for you and use it to make you live in her future that she thinks you deserve. As IU wraps you in her arms, her thoughts are filled with plans of how to take care of you. At long last, she found the perfect time to finally disobey the platonic companionship and completely act using her heart beating romantically for you through the years. ACT 5

A true commitment to her words, IU walked the talk by beginning her agenda through the following days. Unlike before, she can insert a time for you frequently, even when you are with Aespa either she checks upon how you’re doing or she’ll invite you again to another gathering.

It was touching and grateful at first that IU is pouring a lot of effort of being your bestfriend that you can trust and rely to be on your side. How shameful of you to still not found her unhelpful when she literally sacrificing her busy schedule just for you.

Still, you feel shy and worried that you must be another burden that IU should carry, that’s why you reminded her not to babysit you too much that it affects her job. You tried to convince her that you’ll just gonna signal her if something might go wrong again between you and Aespa, but this is how the events starts to go downward spiral for you.

IU didn’t got mad at your assurance, but she declined. She said that you will never be a hindrance for her and that everything she’s doing right now is all for him only and because of him.

At first you took it as some normal overprotective friend type of behavior from IU, but you began to spot some faulty antics from her that is making you a bit uncomfortable.

Sure yes, you appreciate her for being just one call away. However, her availability to reach you is slowly passing into the red line of boundaries that she might not be aware.

What you’re saying is that… IU wanted so much to let herself be known that she’s there for you that she hasn’t fail to come and see you everyday. She can be found in front of your dorm, outside of SM Ent. , and other places where she’s there to wait and watch for you.

It’s getting a little creepy from her, you thought. Why is she’s so determined to do this like it’s her glorious purpose to keep you psychologically stable from all problems when you already told her that she’ll be guaranteed to hear from you again when you need her.

Her obvious monitoring of you had you been concerned of her physical well-being since it must be tiring that she had to visit you when she’s tired from getting out from work. You just want her to stop this because your frequent meetups with her might become obvious to the public eye.

She was once seen by Winter and Giselle when they head out of the company for a while and they saw you chatting with IU wearing full jacket, a mask, and a cap to disguise herself. They secretly watched your conversation and after IU left, they were stunned when she entered a luxurious car.

Their curiosity piqued, they had you questioned if who that person is. You revealed it to be IU and that she stopped by to greet a friend. It was still bland, cold, and short interaction, as they just proceeded back on their tasks while you were left confused and tired from their behavior of being distant with you.

One day, IU invited you to eat with her outside but you had to refuse because there’s an ongoing studio production of a song again for Aespa. She said that she’ll still be waiting when you’re done and dropped the call when you were about to advice her to just move it the next day.

That made her to wait for hours on the restaurant she reserved, drunk herself out of wines she took plenty amount of times while you were there, busy contributing another song to add in Aespa’s discography.

It was the start of IU’s anger for Aespa to boil, and because of them she established a standard of having any women around you distracting your supposed to be time together be spiteful. Not even TWICE is safe from IU’s growing eagerness to have your attention piece by piece.

She had enough when you cut your stay in IU’s home short when surprisingly Aespa called you for an urgent discussion with them.

You were about to head out when IU began to spoke behind you.

“YN… was it really that important?”

“I guess so, maybe duty calls.”

“But, are they?”

“Beg your pardon?”

IU sighed and started whining. “YN, can you tell me what exactly did they want you to go for?

“Uhh they said it’s just urgent. That’s it.”

“So you weren’t sure. Maybe they just want you there to use you again. You should just stay here instead.”

“Use me? What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, don’t you still see it? They’re just keeping you there in the company because they only want your skill to make them successful. Now that they’ve gone tired socializing with you, they all look at you nothing but a tool of their benefit. Well, not just for their career, but also for sex.”

“I-I don’t think that’s it. I went there to continue making myself being a songwriter to use. It’s not about them.”

“Oh really? Then why are you so excited to go out there and meet up with them, huh? Why? Were you expecting that you’re gonna make up with them after all these problems between you and them? Or… you just want to get another taste afterwards?”

“Ji-eun, stop. Why are you twisting my words?”

“I just…” IU came forward to hug you. “I don’t want you to go yet. Please.”

“Ji-eun… I really have to. Sorry, but I’ll be screwed if its for their project.”

You were about to leave when you heard a glass shatter. Abruptly turning, you saw IU with her hair down, she’s staring at the floor with a menacing stance.

Broken glass were around her. “Ji-eun, are you okay?!” You start to kneel and search for her feet for any signs of cut and bleeding.

“I want you to get out of that company.”

“What?”

“Work with me. Atleast there, I’ll treat you with care and I’ll respect you both in our personal lives and as work partners.”

“Ji-eun, it’s not easy.”

“What’s stopping you from leaving them alone?!”

“BECAUSE I’M DOING THIS TO GET BACK FROM THEM!!!” You raised your voice, making her stare at you in surprise. “I want them to realize that tearing me and TWICE members apart only result for nothing!”

“That’s why I’m saying it’s not about them. It’s always about Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung… and Tzuyu. Those nine were the reason I’m still staying with them even though God know I never wanted to.

I want to use them, take advantage of whatever they had, a fair share to be exact. Don’t you think I don’t realize that those girls would fall for me, Ji-eun?”

“Then why did you still want to go?” Ji-eun asked.

“Because if ever a time comes that one of them… or all of them just like what TWICE did, I want to break their hearts in the end instead. And if that time is today, I would be reject them without any hesitation… and I want to witness it by myself of how broken they will be, without any mercy or pity.”

“Revenge, huh?” IU chuckled. “So it’s not for Aespa… it’s all about TWICE this whole time?”

“Yes.”

IU laughs hysterically. “What a load of bullshit.”

She stepped closer at you. “Ji-eun, be careful! The glasses-”

“Shut up! What you do to me right now hurts more than these freaking shards I would’ve love to cut myself into.” She roared. “For TWICE? What, do you think it’s all worth it? YN, get your eyes wide open! They’re just useless and inconsiderate than those Aespa bitches!”

“Don’t be rash at them, they’re not.”

“Why? You’re still in denial, aren’t you? Whatever you do, that will forever stuck with them! It’s not gonna make you come back with them, you’re just wasting your damn time!”

“Who are you to tell what’s right or wrong for me, goddamnit! You were never there, Ji-eun! You don’t know what I’ve been through!”

“Playing victim in a situation that you’ve created? How cute of you.” IU scoffed.

You shook your head and groaned at how stressful IU is making these things for you. “Seriously, why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hold me back for? Were you perhaps, one of them as well?”

“I’m not.” IU pressed you on the wall and eyed you like a predator trapping her prey. “I’m better than them. How? I could love you with all my heart. I care for you, not to be shared by anybody. You’ll never get enough of me, YN. I’m completely natural for you.”

IU starts to kiss your neck as she starts ripping off your shirt. “I could never be a horrible woman like them.” She grabbed your head and kissed you fiercely. “Face it, YN. I am the only one who can give you anything than all of them combined.”

“But… Ji-eun…” You spoke after IU moved through your chest, peppering it with pecks of her lips. As she was about to attempt giving you hickeys, she paused when a deafening silence attacked her after hearing the words that felt like erupted her eardrums.

“I don’t love you.”

She just laid her head on your triceps. You watched her below, as you regretfully broke her heart. IU is a wonderful woman, you admit… but not enough to be a living personification of your ideal type.

“Why are you… making this so hard for me, YN?” IU starts to cry. “Ever since we were little, I’ve been holding these feelings for you, wanted you to acknowledge it. I thought everything we had would convince you to love me back.”

“But now that we’re here and I’m back to save you, you couldn’t even give me back what I want in return from you.”

She pulled something from her pocket. You then felt something pierced on your wrist that made you grunt in pain.

IU stabbed you with a syringe with a clear fluid inside. You looked at her with widened eyes, and at that moment, the IU you once knew was no longer standing in front of you.

This one right here, is a much more obsessed, delusional, and possessive unlike she was. Its as if she transformed into a completely different person, gone with those compliments you had for her.

“You’re such an ungrateful bastard, YN. But don’t you worry now. I can still fix everything. It’s never too late for us to love one another, as long as I am the one in control.”

Your vision of her starts to get blurry, your head spins, and you weren’t aware that you already collapsed on IU’s arms. Her empty expression in her face turns into a victorious smirk.

She closes the door and locks it. Dragging your body to her bedroom, she laid you and went for her cabinet. With handcuffs on your wrists bounded on the headboard, she could only watch you unconscious figure filled with lust.

“Sucks that this has to go this way. I wanted for you to see ourselves savor this moment. I guess I’ll just gonna wait for you to make it happen.” She giggled as she ran her fingertips through your midsection.

“Sleep tight for now my dear YN.” She kissed your lips and bit your lower lip before she slept over your upper body.

Hours later, it was now dark outside as you slowly woke up from getting knocked down by a substance inserted to you by IU. Speaking of her, you found her sleeping peacefully on your stomach.

You remembered what happened earlier that led her to do something unexpected. It wasn’t that she can only offer, as you realized that as you were about to stand up slowly and attempt to escape, your hands are shackled to the bed.

“Shit. What the fuck did she do to me?” You mumbled. You tried to break free, which made IU woke up from the sounds of clanging metal created by the handcuffs around the bars of the headboard.

“Oh, you’re awake. What time is it now?” She peeked at her phone. “9PM. Oh we have a lot of time for tonight.”

“W-what do you mean? What is this, Ji-eun? Why am i handcuffed, let me out of here!”

“Ssshhh… don’t worry, YN. I’ll let you go later.” She shushed you with her finger on your lips. “For now, let’s try something fun that we’ve never done before.”

She starts to unbuckle your pants and tug it out, your boxers are now visible to her. “Finally we can start, I’ve waited patiently, you know?”

“Help! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!”

“Oh that’s no good, be a good boy and don’t scream will you?” She grabs a scarf and covered your mouth. “We can’t let anyone see you bare naked in here, right? Oh well, they’ll rather gonna end up dead as they step here anyway.”

Your eyes stared at her in horror as she laughs at her supposed to be funny dark humor. This childhood friend of yours has gone insane, and now she’s about to strip you down while you only watch her do so.

“Don’t you know how much I wanted to do this? The more I think of you, the more I imagine everything about you that I haven’t seen yet. And that includes your body.”

She removed your boxers, revealing your underwear with the outline of your semi-erect cock in view. IU moaned at its sight and almost drooled by it. “Oh would you look at that. My fantasies has come to reality.”

“When you began working out, I got so invested to explore how you actually look physically, without any clothes for me to be blocked.” She sniffed at your clothed crotch, smelling its musky scent. “I always assumed that you’re packing from head to toe, especially this buddy you have here.” She giggled as she grate her fingers at the length of your cock.

She watched it twitch, begging to break free from its confines. “He wants me to touch it, let’s not make him wait, shall we?” IU smirked as she looks at you while she holds your underwear before removing it.

Your cock sprung freely, now in your full size erection brought by her teasing. “N-no… no!!! Don’t you dare, Ji-eun! T-this isn’t right!”

She pinched the foreskin of your cock which made you stretch your legs in pain. “SO IF ITS THEM, IT’S COMPLETELY ALRIGHT? FUCKING THEM ALL THAT EASILY?”

She straddled your abdomen and slapped your face. “Yah, stop acting like that, pervert. From now on, I’m the only one who could get to touch you like this, you hear me? I’m the only one who has the access of this, you can’t fuck anyone than me because we love each other. Understood?” She directed while choking your neck.

“J-ji-eun… make it stop, please. I don’t want this to happen. Why did you changed?” You asked with a croaky voice.

“I never changed, what are you talking about? This side of me has been there in me for so long, and you left me with no other choice but to embrace it.” She gripped the girth of your cock and starts to stroke it. “Because if I won’t, I could never get to have you. And I hate that.”

Her hand pleasuring you is making you difficult to prevent expressing relief and satisfaction to her, because if you do, you’ll be looking like you’re enjoying this rather.

“It’ll take some time for you to get used to it, that’s why for now… all you have to do is lay there comfortably, while I do all the work for us tonight, baby. I’m going to use your cock, show you how more amazing our sex can be than what you had with those bunch of whores, and make ourselves feel good. What do you say?”

You didn’t answer as you frighteningly watched her jerk you off and spit on her hands to add more slimy friction. She also cupped your testicles and felt their weight. “They seem so full, God I’m going to make you let your semen fill me up to the brim. The thought of TWICE and Aespa not being able to take this from me anything is hnnghh…” She rubbed her pussy from her shorts. “Turning me on so bad.”

“Tonight, I’m going to make you mine. And we’ll be together forever.”

“N-no… please, stop, Ji-eun” You cried as IU continues to increase her performance by involving her mouth now, sucking you passionately until the pacing increases.

She took the whole of it, buried her face down to your crotch where the tip of her nose is now poking your little pubic hairs. IU slid out and breathed deeply with some coughs after trying deepthroat for the first time on such huge cock like yours.

Gritting your teeth, gripping on the handcuffs tightly, shutting your eyes, you did everything to force yourself from cumming. It was super challenging especially this woman right here is shockingly well-trained which isn’t like her for her first time, she really does giving you a great blowjob so far.

Your balls weren’t safe either, her licking and fondling those pair is encouraging your seed to escape through your shaft but you tried to hold on. Adrenaline runs through your veins in frantic measures when IU starts to ejaculate you faster and tighter.

“O-oh my God… s-stop, I-I’m gonna…”

“I can tell you’re cumming, YN and I want it right now. Come on, give it all, baby.”

“Shit… n-no… please” IU continues to pump you demandingly. She also began caressing and playing with your balls which stimulates your crotch further.

“Fuck!!! If you keep doing that-”

“YES GIVE IT TO ME!!! CUM FOR ME, YN!!!”

“JI-EUNNN!!!!” You shouted her name as you blasted ropes of pure white cum straight in her face as she pointed your cock towards her. It felt like everything has gone slow mo, you lengthen your moans and whimpers while IU joyfully receives your massive load for a lewd facial.

She really wasn’t kidding. She emptied your cum by taking time to scoop them around her face and take it into her mouth. She was humming in delight at how delicious it was while you were left there still catching your breath at how long she edged your cock.

“Ready for round two?”

“What?”

“Silly you, the night has just begun for us. Don’t be such a killjoy, we can fuck for how long we want tonight. Only think about us, okay?”

Your tears flowed out of your eyes as IU starts to remove her clothes and present you her sexy body. Your hormones betrayed you, as the sight of her ample tits and that cute pussy of hers made your cock to harden again.

IU saw that and chuckled. Seeing how “excited” you are, she took you in her ride. The following hours were full of suffering in pleasure. Confusing as it is, but that’s only how you describe your situation at this point.

You felt betrayed as you thought your childhood friend would be the one to assist you for your goal. Yet here she was, becoming the worse than them by taking advantage of you physically, mentally, and emotionally for her own benefit, which was highly ironic of her.

It just confirms you that she’s out of her mind right now, and she definitely needs some help. But right now, you have to think for yourself first and how to get out of this.

IU continues to violate you as she used your cock to drain your cum greedily for her satisfaction all night long. Until 5AM, the bed creaks with her bouncing on your lap in sitting and reverse cowgirl, shoving her lips to your moist mouth, and even grinding around your body by using her petite figure. She also had you participate as well by turning yourselves in 69 position, making you eat her pussy with your hands in restriction.

With one last spurt of cum to her pussy, she slips out of your cock and collapses on top of you. She scanned your exhausted self and admired it.

“As what I promised, I let you out for today because like you said, you still got some shit to do with Aespa.

Beware though, YN. Don’t do anything stupid, every step you make everywhere, you can’t run from me. I can even hire some bodyguards to watch you and I can pay them as long as they do their jobs right. That’s why I strongly warn you not to do anything stupid, I don’t want to punish you, okay?” She threatened. You gulped and slowly nodded at her insane motive.

Great, she just made everything worse for you. You cannot move around freely and finish what you’re planning for Aespa and TWICE because of how she traumatized and suffocates you in her obsessive attraction.

She went from being the wise option to becoming your biggest problem, and it required you to focus on this by getting rid of her. This isn’t right, the relationship you’re about to have with her will never be ordinary.

However, this won’t be possible if you’ll do it alone. Now that she’s going to hire some men to watch your movements and possibly assist her of taking control of you, you will need help in this escapade.

ENDING #1 | THE BAD ENDING

It took you 2 days to guard your house if there’s any suspicious men standing in front of your house or she herself would go spying again.. There’s no shocker if IU already made her move this instant.

That woman must be going even crazier now that she doesn’t have you under her presence, she’ll do anything to keep herself updated about your routine.. For now, you don’t care that much as you dislike how she turned in a new persona that won’t grant her what she’s dying to claim since long time ago.

Time is running short, if the other side made themselves still active, you don’t have to just wait for nothing and submit yourself ini impending danger. “Fuck this” you whispered to yourself before grabbing a jacket and a hat, preparing yourself in order to be unrecognizable on her radar.

In one swift alert, you immediately ran out of your house android the taxi you booked. Requesting for the driver to go faster as you told him the destination you’re about to go, your body slumped in both relief and worry for the possibility of other cars tailing the cab from behind, thankfully it didn’t happen.

After you were dropped at the familiar place, you walked through the pathway and entered the lobby. You informed the receptionist of your intention of being a guest who only wants to visit a close person that lives here with a convincing pretend.

Each footsteps as you get nearer and nearer made you tensed and anxious. It makes you harbor sorrow reminiscence visualizing all the memories you made with those girls in this place while remembering what happened the last time you and TWICE had a fight. Not a great goodbye to wrap up everything that started remarkably..

But, if you were that desperate and dedicated to formulate a plan of holding IU in custody, you have to grow balls and confront them about the aftermath including the words you wanted to say for them but never had the guts to went through.

You knocked on the door thrice and waited. The intercom attached below the emergency exit plan pinned on the wall began to speak.

“Who is it?” You recognized that voice, emotions swelling up inside.

“N-Nayeon, I-it’s YN…” Your response was shaky.

“W-what are you doing here? What do you want?” Her tone suddenly changed to devious when your identity got unveiled.

“Look, Nayeon. I know you don’t want to see me or talk to me anymore but please just this once, hear me out.” You pleaded sincerely.. “I am completely owing what I did and I know I wronged for that, bigtime. I cost our relationship and I’ll always gonna regret doing that to you girls.

I love all, still. But i didn’t came to request for us to get back together. II came here instead to… ask some help.”

“Help?” Nayeon perturbed inquired. “For what?”

“You know my friend right? IU? Your biggest idol in K-Pop?”

“Yeah?” She responded quizzically. “And what does this have to do with her?”

“She’s… gotten to be someone I used to know. Nayeon, my friend isn’t normal anymore after she… c-confessed to me and I humbly didn’t return the same admiration for her. She suddenly turned to be obsessed with me and now she wants me to be hers even if I don’t want to. I am scared, Nayeon. I don’t know what she might do but… I am dead serious that I want to distance myself away for me for how long it might take.”.

“Wait wait… are you saying that IU sunbaenim is a stalker of yours?”

“Exactly, and I know I messed up real bad that I have to come in here to meet up with you. I can’t even stay here for longer, she’s watching me, Nay. Please, I want your help.” Your tone starts to be invaded with dread and depression.

Her end went silence for a second before she spoke again, not with the words you were hoping for her to respond though. “YN… are you drunk? You sound like you’re just making up stories.” “W-what? N-no I’m not making this u-” “If you think for one single solitary second that I would just open this door and let us see each other face to face, you ain’t getting any of that. I’m not falling for your tricks anymore, YN.” “Nayeon!” Your panicking urges your voice to raise. “Y-you’re taking it differently, I came here just by that. How can I just pull a prank on you a-and…” “I CAN’T TRUST YOU ANYMORE, that’s why, YN. So are they.” Nayeon made it loud and clear. “IU sunbae is into you? Well I won’t be surprised with that, I mean you did the same with our Aespa juniors.” “Wait, what?” “You didn’t know? But don’t worry, I won’t let that occur, just for you to stop spinning people’s heads and play with their feelings in the end when you enter another relationship with them, not on our watch, YN.” Nayeon confidently said. “We already talked with them and guess what? They know our history now, scumbag.” You went speechless of Nayeon’s revelation, making sense why Aespa was being distant from you all this time. The more she brashly downgrade you, the lower your hopes fall of receiving rescue on your current dilemma. Tears form in your eyes as you bang your head in the wall feeling dizzy of giving up, all of your plans crumbled simultaneously. “Whether it’s true or not, we don’t care about you anymore, YN. We broke up with you, it’s over for us. We don’t want nothing from you, so stop trespassing in our lives to gain another meaning or forgiveness because it’s your karma face and deserve it.”

She cut the line, leaving you slip on your knees and sob in anguish. Out with your revenge with Aespa and making amends with TWICE. All you can do now is to hold on, be stubborn to accept the fact that it’s IU’s world you’re about to live in. As you came home, you opened the lights and to your shock, IU was standing in the middle of the living room behind the chair. In front was a table covered in black cloth. Your fear subdues, desperation for help ran through your senses.

“You’re home. I hope you enjoyed meeting TWICE in person… behind my back.” IU wore a disturbing smile on her face as she sways a belt in her hand. “Ji-eun. It wasn’t what you’re thinking, okay? P-please, spare me.” You went on your knees and prayed for salvation. “You already got me once, I won’t let it repeat again.” she shook her head. “You think I could just walk around untracked?” She grabs her phone and saw a dot on a map that shows a location, and to your realization, she put a tracking system on your phone while you were asleep from her drugging you. “Very slick of you, YN. Having someone to have eyes and ears wherever you are, its kind of boring don’t you think?” “Ji-eun ah, please. Don’t do this, I- I will never do that, o-okay? Please… please…” You rushed to hug IU’s legs as you aggressively beg for your safety. “You should’ve done that way earlier.” IU’s tone went deep. “BOYS! COME OUT AND HELP ME WITH HIM!” Four men came out through your bedroom and approached you. Eyeing them all both confused and afraid, you tried to slip around and dodge their grasp as they began dragging you into the chair. “No… NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! J-JI-EUN AH!!!” You wailed as large men cuffed you in the seat, covered your mouth with a ball gag, and stripped your lower garment to expose your cock for IU.. As you groaned and grunted around the seat, you paused when IU unveiled the contents of the table, dozen set of what it seems to be sex toys and BDSM stuffs laid neatly. “I said it once and I warned you to not make me punish you, but since you’ve done the same to me, making me feel like I’m just as horrible as those bitches are. You’re gonna get it, YN.” She reached for a wand-looking vibrator and activated it. “I’m going to fucking drain your cum until morning as you sit there like a good boy for me. Understood?” You hummed in denial, not wanting any of it but you’re completely helpless at this point. Without any further ado, the bodyguards left the scene as IU starts to stimulate your cock by poking the wand’s tip on it, feeling its intense vibration to make your shudder in the chair. Meanwhile, TWICE and Aespa are on their respective dorms, their still kept feelings for you had them contemplating if what they did at you was right. ENDING #2: BITTERSWEET ENDING After Nayeon went silent on the intercom, she decided to discard her doubts at you as part of her is telling that you must be telling the truth. “If that’s what will make you to quit pursuing us, then fine. Just this once and when it’s done. I want you to disappear and stay away from us forever,got it ?” You hesitated for a while, you still do love her, but your fate nowadays is demanding a sacrifice of that miracle to repair what’s broken and start all over again with TWICE. Tears flowed in your eyes as you accepted that you and them will never meant to last… or probably to love one another. “O-okay. After this I… I’ll stop bothering any of you again. T-thank you, Nayeon.” She didn’t answer anymore. You left the front of their dorm with bittersweet tears flowing in your cheek, conflicted in relief and devastation for your heart to submerge. As you came home, you opened the lights and to your shock, IU was standing in the middle of the living room behind the chair. In front was a table covered in black cloth. Your fear subdues, desperation for help ran through your senses.

To your surprise, all of TWICE and aespa members came inside your house while being guarded by the police. They saw your pitiful condition with IU, and they saw the truth with their own eyes. The once idolized by many has turned to a horrendously obsessive love-crazed psychopath. “IU SUNBAENIM, STOP THIS. PLEASE!” Jihyo shouted. “THIS ISN’T YOU. DON’T RUIN YOUR CAREER JUST FOR HIM!” Karina added. “ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP! DON’T DICTATE ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO FOR HIM.” IU grunted. “HE’S MINE ONLY! NOBODY CAN TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME, ESPECIALLY YOU BUNCH OF SLUTS!” “Unnie, don’t do this. You can have him now, he’s all yours.” You stared at Nayeon as you heard her. She glances at you, unspoken lingering feelings remaining for one another caught that as a means of goodbye. “We’ve had enough and it stays like that. You can make him change his feelings and grab his attention for yours only without any use of violence of harm. That’s not how you win a person’s heart by turning into a monster.” IU just listened at Nayeon’s appeal. The police were still holding on to their guard in case the suspect pulls out a life-risking manoeuvre. “You were mistaken. It’s your time now, unnie. You should’ve made use of it properly.” Ningning assisted her senior to prevent the misled superstar. “He wouldn’t let me.” IU started crying as she held at the back of your chair for assistance. She dropped the knife she use for threat, the police rushed to arrest the woman while some removed you from hostage. IU was taken to a psychiatric mental hospital in Seoul while you are under therapy due to depression from everything that transpired in the past months. As one last proper goodbye before parting ways for good, TWICE brought you food for your recovery and thanked you for everything despite of what happened before officially turning yourselves from strangers with lots of buried memories created together..

ENDING #3: HAPPY ENDING“I’ll think about it and inform them.” Nayeon told you before ending your communication with them. Grateful and holding on for one last hope at least after she considered your concern, now you wait to learn if your chance of survival still exists against IU’s control. Hours later, IU surprisingly greeted you in a menacing way, invading your property. The bodyguards joined her to set you up for a punishment she could think of by sexually torturing you. Sirens of police cars can be heard, your heart pumped fast as you heard the sound of rescue coming for you. Policemen arrived at the scene of a crime, they cornered IU and the bodyguards. Your eyes watered as you saw TWICE and Aespa made their way to help the police encourage IU to retreat in the power of the law. “Unnie, don’t do this. This won’t make you any less better for him. ” You stared at Nayeon as you heard her. She glances at you and nodded as a gesture to your gratitude. “Consider about your career and your relationship with YN through these years. You’re gonna go and throw them away just like that? “ALL THOSE PEOPLE DID IS TO TAKE EVERYTHING FROM MY POPULARITY AND SUCCESS!!!” IU complained. “That’s why I don’t feel complete even at the peak of my life, because all they did is to steal from my hardwork and passion for my dreams! That’s how awful they are!” Until I met YN again, and he reminded me that he’s the only person around anybody that surrounds me who has been loyal to me. Then in a snap, I wanted more. I came to my senses that it was never enough if it wasn’t him. I don’t just need his company, I need his love.” “Unnie, what you’re doing won’t you make you earn it. Love isn’t something to demand.” Ningning aided her senior to change the deluded superstar’s manipulated mind. “And most importantly, you can’t go terrorizing his life just to be with you.”

“We can’t force anybody to love us back.” Nayeon stated in melancholy. “Please, unnie. You’re my idol, I hate to see you turn into this.” Her worries disappeared when they all saw IU broke out of laughter. “Is that so? Forgive me not, Nayeon-ah… but if I can’t have him, I’ll just make sure NOBODY ELSE WILL!”

“NO!!!” She was about to stab you but the police reacted quickly, they shot IU in the shoulder, preventing your death and a murder case to settle. She lunged back and fell on the floor as the police hurried to arrest the wounded woman while the girls helped you out of the chair. You cried in their embrace as they comforted you. “You’re safe now, YN.” Jihyo whispered to your ears as she laid your head to her shoulder to absorb your pain selflessly. IU was taken to a psychiatric mental hospital in Seoul while you are under therapy due to depression from everything that transpired in the past months. As one last proper goodbye before parting ways for good, TWICE brought you food for your recovery. Aespa also personally apologized for how they treated you and concluded with a confession that they fell in love with you too but called it done as they wanted to pave the way for others they believed to be more suitable for him. In return, friendship has been restored by a closure with them that went smoothly because of how open-minded they are as you admitted what you've been planning to them secretly. You noticed a letter inserted on a basket of fruits in your last day of stay on your room. Reading the letter, a particular paragraph caught your eyes that made you tearful and heart throbbing in longing for their long-awaited affection. Finishing your treatment with the doctors handpicked by the girls with the help of the company’s connection, you left the hospital in great condition. A van stopped and its doors opened, Jihyo exits along the rest of the TWICE members. You can’t help but to cry again seeing them, which can be said the same for how they feel for you too. They came to approach and envelope you to a group hug, emotions going lively inside. “I’m sorry for everything, girls. I really do.” You apologized for the nth time and you will never stop reminding them how you willingly make yourself accountable. “I never stopped loving you all.” you finally said the words you’ve wanted to tell them. “We know, even if we try to forget you we just… couldn’t.” Jihyo replied. “Because our hearts prefer nothing but you. It’s hard to let go when we couldn’t lie to ourselves that we still love you. ”

Entering the van and away from the sight of the public, all TWICE members kissed you and included you in a group cuddle as they ride back home for a new beginning of their relationship. == END ==

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shockinglyangel · 2 months ago

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PECULIAR PRISON WIFE - VI x reader

Warnings: Mature, Explicit language, Mentions of abuse, Mentions of substance abuse, Multiple parts, Plot (lots of narration)

SUMMERY: You’ve been locked up in Stillwater prison for a good few years, but only now have you been introduced to the one they all call “Pink”

PART ONE: Meeting her

(Vi is referred to as “Pink” throughout this as her name is not revealed — nickname based off the council archives)

Stillwater was a cold and desolate place, it felt as though it were an entity itself, a ghost of structure where even the warmest of hearts would struggle to find comfort. They would fight to keep the strength they had grown fond of over the years, their remaining positivity being ripped out after the dark corners of the haunting building possess any lasting hope they had, whispering words of violence and horror in mockery while they attempt to chase sleep on the floor where they had not been afforded a bed. Yet it had become a home for you, the walls so recognisable to your eyes that you could render yourself blind and still know the direction as if it were your labyrinth — you had become accustomed. Your body was trained to the sound of the guards' shoes as they padded against the stone floor, your ears piping up as you listened out for the cain that aided the oversized man in his journey. You knew you were done for when those heels sounded and the throat of the far too familiar guard could be heard coming towards you. Though lately he had not been for you, rather you found he would ignore everyone else to entertain the presence of the one known as "Pink."

Everyone knew Pink of course, she was an individual held of high regard in the prison, someone everyone knew to look out for and stay on the right side of. Though you yourself had never the chance to talk with her, you knew from the other gossiping women, that she was never one to mess with. So why was it the one so dangerous, a turbulence to the otherwise calm environment could allow themself to be slammed into the wall and used as a punching bag far too often? You had thought perhaps people lied, the isolation of their cells causing their hunger to grow, and the rebellion of a scandalous rumour was the only way to soothe the growl of their stomachs. But sometimes you could swear you heard a snarl after a high groan, followed by a cracking of delicate knuckles, a sound born from preparation to fight back the man feeding her punishment — and that was enough to confirm the untrustworthy words of those imprisoned beside you.

Many of these women had been here far longer than you, and Pink was one of them. It was said that she had joined only as a spout in her mid teenage years, though no one quite knew why or how, they found easiness in recalling the sounds of her shouts and pleas as she screamed out helplessly for the drugs her body had began to have restless withdrawals from. "Powder!" They said she cried out at the late hours of the night, the moon barely illuminating her cell as she begged for something her body couldn't live in the absence of. The other prisoners struggled to find common understanding with her, offering the powder she yelled for, only to be dismissed quickly with the violence of a threat or the quick fist of a punch.

It was late in the evening, so late in fact that the sun had already gone to bed in its wait of impatience for you to sleep in yours. You still couldn't quite recon with the thoughts running through your head, and you almost didn't need to when you heard the bars of your cell clatter with a sound of entrance, a pair of boots skidding against the ground as they were pushed inside.

"This is the last time we move you, Pink." A man in the shadows spoke, slamming the cell shut with hasty aggression before fiddling around with the jingling keys in his hand. "Let's hope you see fit in finding peace with your knew cellmate."

The man paid you no attention as he turned back on his heels as if he were not there prior. Had Pink really been transferred to your cell like he had said, and on the common occasion of beating up another of her cell mates? It was a wonder they didn't put her in a cell alone if she happened to be so insistent on causing harm.

Pink — or the woman with pink hair rolled her shoulders with a groan of dismissal before staring out between the cell bars. She held herself with good posture, her shoulders squared as her hands bunched up in an ironclad fists, always prepared to fight. But she didn't fight, she just let the guard push her inside without uttering a word from her scarred lips. She saw no use in putting up a battle which would end leaving her another night on the floor bruised and bloody.

Her face was adorned with marks she had come to grow fond of, whether it be fresh grazes from the talks she received from the guards, or those scars she wore proudly on her eyebrow and upper lip, a carved consequence of living life dangerously and picking fights with those she wasn't aware could fight back.

"What are you looking at?" She snapped, turning her head, a slight scowl painted on her face when she caught your attention boring into her presence as if she were a mysterious gem you found sudden fortune in. Her words slurred together quickly, like she had no desire on wasting the sound of her voice on someone as disposable as you.

You were quick to respond, continuing to study her even though she made it clear she had no interest in entertaining such intrigue as yours. "Not everyday a new cellmate is thrown in here with me, call it morbid curiosity."

"Well don't get used to it." She slumped against the wall on the other side of the cell, her legs spread as she placed her torn up hands on her knees, cuts and blisters worn into her knuckles as proudly as one would wear jewellery. "I'll be out of here before the morning."

"Planning on starting up a ruckus already? You just got here." You stated, your eyes still dancing over the figure in the shadows.

She looked back at you, one of her eyes covered by the tufts of feathered, vibrant hair, the other one a piercing blue that could still be seen through the darkness of the tortured cell. "Depends, you gonna cause me any trouble?"

"Wasn't quite my intention." You pushed yourself back in the top of your bunk, laying your spine against the harsh springs as they dug into your skin like a constant reminder of your unsavoury past. "Though I sure wouldn't mind a more intimidating nickname once I kick your ass. How do you feel about "Brass knuckles?"

The woman dipped her head lower as she let out a small entertained scoff, her hair shaking as she moved. "Better than the shit they stuck me with."

"Pink." You added, shuffling to place your hands under your head for a shade more comfort.

Vi huffed in approval before standing up again, her shoulders rolling with soft crackles and pops as she made her way towards the bunk bed you were on, already hogging the top as she sunk down into the familiar discomfort of the bottom. "It was the obvious choice, I suppose."

"What's your actual name?" You asked without a hint of hesitance or fear. Sure she was unpredictable, but would she really flip a table at the question of her name?

"Five-one-six." She responded faster than expected, her body collapsing with defeat as she allowed it to melt into the mattress below, the bunk shaking with the receptive movements.

You couldn't help but chuckle in disbelief. "You've reduced yourself to the number on your back?"

Pink shrugged in quick abandon before toppling over onto her side, her body hugged in the fetal position as her hands folded up under the profile of her head, playing the role of a pillow she had not been given. "No point trying to act human. The pilts see us as animals, the guards are no better. May as well play the part."

Your body stilled, eyes glued to the cavities dug far into the ceiling as you took a moment to ponder her words. The woman was clearly used to the pain inflicted on her in this place, whether it be physical or mental, but you didn't expect her to be so — emotional? "That's deep," you quickly shrugged off her vulnerability, not used to someone being so open while in an unforgiving prison cell. Everyone had walls built up to protect themselves, you could spend days, even months or years trying to tear them down with no avail. Pink was far too open for your faltering tough exterior, her words already welding themselves deep into the fragile parts of your mind as if she knew exactly what to say. "Bit sappy though, no?"

She smirked from the bottom bunk as she listened to you shift above her, repositioning yourself to mirror the position you were not aware she was placed in, your legs hugged close to your body as if you desired to be held. "This place is relentless and cruel, sappy or not, it's the only way to feel something."

You wanted to disagree with her, tell her she was wrong and that you and all others never needed to face your hidden emotions. You'd tried to abandon your feelings, they were of no use when you had to appear so strong to protect yourself and your pride in a place where everyone desired to hurt you. "Can't say I feel the same, quite used to this hellhole as it is, no use on dwelling on a past I can't change."

"You just did it." Pink scoffed.

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second as you pushed your body up to the place where a protective bar would have been had the guards cared about your conditions, your torso slumping over the side so you could hang off the edge to look down at the one under you. "What?"

Pink looked up, taking in the way your hair fell messily as you balanced off the bunk, your hands gripping harshly on the bars of your headboard. "No point dwelling on a past I can't change," she repeated your words as if they were engraved into the texture of her brain. "That was sappy."

You huffed, lifting yourself back up to roll over onto the opposite side of your body, your hands folded up under your armpits as you cradled yourself. "Was not," you denied, taking a moment before throwing yourself back over to the side of the bunk, resting over the edge again. "God, it's you, you're already fucking rubbing off on me."

"Guilty." Pink gave a weak smile, her teeth only just shining through the part between her lips. "You're alright."

"I'm better than alright, I'm like a damn prodigy." You slumped over the edge further, taking in the scrunch of her body as she lay on the lumpy mattress prior used by large and bulky men twice her size.

She scoffed again — that damn scoff. "Prodigy of what?"

Your lips upturned for a moment before slanting into an awkward grin. "Haven't decided, still a working progress."

Air left Pink's lips as she shuffled a little more, watching you bring yourself back up to the surface of your bed, your head no longer hanging close enough for her to pull your hair in a quick fit of aggression. "So long in here and still haven't made a name for yourself?"

You shook your head with a laugh. "Y/N."

The other woman tilted her head like a curious puppy navigating it's owners instructions before settling it back down onto her clasped hands. "Pink."

A groan parted from your throat as your back moulded into the mattress. "You're really not going to give me your real name?"

"Nope." Pink closed her eyes in hopes to drift off into a slightly less intense sleep than usual, the 'P' popping from her mouth with a tired push.

"Asshole."

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jnw1813 · 24 days ago

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Interlude: Mark Grayson

Another bit of plot. The Graysons meet... uh, you and Conquest.

A knock at the door caught Mark's attention. His mother, working at the kitchen island, glanced up.

“Expecting anybody, Mark?” She asks, still typing away.

“Not that I know.” He says, getting up. Eve or William would have texted if they were coming over, after all. Unless it was an emergency.

As he approached the door, he faintly heard talking on the other side of it. The voices were unknown to him, which had him hesitating.

“... just don't start anything, okay? It's weird enough we're doing it like this…”

“How else were we supposed to do it, darlin’? Start a fight downtown?”

“Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you?”

That amused yet fond response has Mark confused yet plenty weary, and– taking a deep breath in preparation– he pulls the door open, tensing for a fight.

What he sees on the other side makes him both tense up ten times harder and nearly makes him stumble back in shock and fear because holy fuck–

There, standing on his doorstep were two individuals. One, you, a normal human person, completely ordinary, made even more so by the towering figure of strength and horror standing beside you, a hand protectively threateningly gripping your waist.

Looking up at a scarred face, balding white hair, a fucking blind eye, and crooked, jagged teeth revealed in a sinister grin, Mark knew without a single doubt that this guy was a Viltrumite. The uniform was a dead giveaway, of course, but even without it this guy screamed stand ready for my arrival or something equally as threatening.

All at once: chaos.

“What–”

“Mark, who is it–?”

“Hi, I'm Y/N, and this is–”

“Woah, who's that old guy–?”

And Mark didn't waste any time, remembering what destruction his alternate selves caused and not wanting a repeat with this terrifying Viltrumite right here. He shot forward, fist out to hit him, ready to push you out of the way– he probably grabbed you as blackmail or something, a prisoner– the mixed shouts of his mother, brother, and you filling the air as he yelled—

Only to jerk to a sudden stop, the Viltrumite's much larger hand enveloping his fist, holding it still without even a hint of strain. And Mark had done all that training, too!

“Easy there, boy. Is that anyway to treat guests that come in peace?” The Viltrumite asks, amusement coating his words; it didn't escape Mark's attention that he'd moved a bit, putting himself between Mark and you. A shield.

It confused Mark enough that he stopped, glancing between you and the Viltrumite. You didn't seem scared. Worried, yes, but your attention was on the bigger man, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder.

“Conquest…” You whisper, a bit of a… reminder in your tone. Whatever it was for, it makes ‘Conquest’ sigh and release his grip, pushing Mark back a bit.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, darlin’.” Conquest murmurs, patting your hip fondly. “Right, well, can we talk or do you want to take this to the sky? Because let me tell you something, Mark, I am hoping you want to fight, and it's only because my pretty little mate here wants to settle things diplomatically that I haven't already started anything.”

Mark rears back, faintly aware his mom was standing now, watching wearily, and that Oliver was at the stairs, ready to back his big brother up no matter what.

And then– confusing him even more– Mark watches you smack Conquest's shoulder, huffing heavily. “Honey, please. You promised!”

And you know what? Conquest has the gall to look ashamed, apologetic, grumbling to himself before sighing.

“I did…” He turns to Mark again. “Alright. My mate has spoken. No fighting unless you start something. Now, let us in. There are some things you should know about, and believe me, it took a lot of convincing from my darlin’ here for me to do this, so you better appreciate this.”

Mark is speechless, glancing between the terrifying Viltrumite that would make his father look weak and the human who seemingly had him leashed.

He was stunned.

He was confused.

He had no fucking idea what to do next.

But thankfully, his mom did.

Coming to her son's rescue, Debbie Grayson stepped forward, smiling a little tightly. “Of course. If you don't start any trouble, we'll hear you out. Please, come in, is there anything I can get you?”

Smiling, you stepped in, a hand delicately tucked into Conquest's elbow as you led him in. “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Grayson. And don't worry, Conquest won't start any trouble. Right, dear?”

Conquest held your gaze, fondness shining in them. “Whatever you want, pumpkin.”

You beamed.

Everyone else just felt vaguely unsettled.

A few minutes later, everyone was sitting down in the living room, Conquest idly taking in his surroundings as Mark and Oliver eyed him with a mix of wariness/weariness and curiosity. Debbie, meanwhile, played the perfect hostess, offering you and your… husband refreshments.

“Oh, thank you. You didn't have to.” You say, taking a sip of your drink. Debbie waves you off, saying it was no issue.

“So,” Mark cut in, a little antsy, “You had something to say?” He says pointedly, Conquest giving a hum as he nods, uncrossing his arms.

“I do.” He says, glancing at Oliver with some interest, the half Thraxan boy glaring at him. “I was sent here to prepare this planet for the Viltrum Empire. In other words, to make you give in.” He grins, vicious. “And you would've, make no mistake. I would've had the time of my life beating the shit out of you.”

Silence. The Graysons look vaguely horrified as you just sigh, elbowing your mate.

He grunts like he actually felt that, and lets his smile drop. “Except obviously I didn't do that. I got… sidetracked.” At that, he gave you a look, one filled with affection. “And honestly, I'm quite happy here. I've got a mate who doesn't fear me, a comfortable home, and I don't have to deal with other Viltrumites treating me like I'm unstable.”

Well that's not worrying, Mark thought, wondering just why the hell Viltrumites would find this guy unstable, then promptly decided he didn't want to find out.

“Okaaay.” Mark says. “So… why are you here then? If you're so happy playing house, then, uh, why come here?” Not that he wasn't thankful knowing there was an even stronger Viltrumite hanging around, but y'know. Now he wouldn't be able to sleep at night, knowing he shared a planet with this guy.

“That would be because of me.” You say, setting your drink down. “Conquest has told me much of Viltrum, and I figured it was best you knew too.”

The older man nods, looking vaguely uncomfortable for a moment as he mulls something over. Finally, he makes eye contact with Mark.

"Here's the thing, Mark. When the Empire needs to subjugate a planet quickly and efficiently, they send me. I have never failed a mission before, not once in five thousand years. By now I should have already been done, I should've already made you bend and break, I should've had this planet ready. Except I haven't."

Conquest takes a breath, gazing upwards in thought. "By now the other Viltrumites will have realised something is wrong, that I've…" He sucked on his teeth. "Abandoned my mission. And that's going to make them mad. Very mad. Especially Thragg. Now, if you think I am scary, then you've seen nothing yet. Even I am weary of him. But–"

The room was silent, three increasingly horrified faces staring back at him, though the two half-Viltrumite boys also had a look to them, a look that said bring it on, we're ready.

Cute.

But they'd need more than misplaced confidence though.

"–but… all the other Viltrumites are scared of me. They think I am unstable. They don't even talk to me. So if they are ordered to fight me? Well…" Conquest grinned. "They know it'll be a fight to the death."

"What, so you're saying you'll… fight for Earth?"

Conquest makes a considering sound, eye going to you. "If necessary. Mainly to keep my mate safe. But I don't think it'll come to that. See, the Empire has a secret, one closely guarded." And here Conquest genuinely looks uncomfortable. "One which, being of Viltrumite descent–" He sent Oliver a slight glare of disgust, "–you deserve to know."

He sighs, fists clenched. You lay a supportive hand on his shoulder, nodding.

"There are less than fifty pure-blooded Viltrumites alive."

What?

Mark stared at him, uncomprehending for a long moment. That… no… it couldn't be true, right? How–?

"It was the Purge, wasn't it?" Mark whispers, and Conquest nods.

"Yes. On one hand, we succeeded. The weak were purged–"

You clear your throat, giving him a pinched look. Conquest sighs and rolls his eyes. Clearly, there'd been some kind of argument about that topic between you two before.

"–but at the cost of much of our breeding pool and kind in general." He finishes. "Along with the true royal bloodlines heir being lost, but that's unimportant now." He waves it off. "The point is: the Empire doesn't have the bodies to spare to bring both you and me to heel. Now, Thragg himself could do it no doubt, but he doesn't fight unless everyone else has failed."

"Like a final boss." Oliver whispers, getting an amused look from his family, you, and a confused look from Conquest.

Mark rubs his face. "So… you're saying… what? We're in danger but not?"

Conquest shrugs. "Pretty much. Don't get me wrong, the danger is there, it's coming, but we've got time."

Mark felt a sense of foreboding.

"For...?" He asks.

Conquest grins, vicious, wide, teeth glinting with a deadly promise.

"To train, of course!" He gives Mark an amused look, taking joy in his obvious fear. "Nolan clearly slacked off with you if Anissa could easily wipe the floor with you, so I'll be training you, boy. Can't have the planet my mate lives on be destroyed, now can I?"

"And innocents be killed, Con." You sigh, reminding him.

He waves it off. "That too. Now," he gives Mark a serious look, all mirth gone in an instant, "What do you say, 'Invincible'? Do you want to finally live up to your name?"

And really, what choice does Mark have? The Viltrumite threat is ever looming, Angstrom nearly got his loved ones killed again, and Cecil's training program is out of the question.

So he nods, expression solemn.

"I accept."

Conquest grins. "Good." He purrs.

"Can I join too?!" Oliver quickly cuts in, flying towards Conquest and making the old man blink in surprise. "Please?! I wanna kick Viltrumite butt too!"

Conquest barely withholds his disgusted look at the thought of training this… halfbreed, but–

You stare at him pointedly from the corner of his eye.

– Conquest doesn't want to agree, but… it's not a bad idea. They need all the help they can get (even if he could probably kill a good five to ten Viltrumites on his own if he focuses– the one thing he has over the rest? Experience. He knows tricks none of those fuckers could ever dream of), and the boy doesn't even look that bugish. Just purple.

Then, remembering something he'd seen on TV more than once, Conquest says, "Only if your mother agrees." And thankfully, that's enough to get the boy out of his face, now beggin' with puppy eyes (bug eyes?) to his stepmother or whatever she was to him.

As Oliver begs her to let him, Debbie gives Conquest a weary look, obviously not liking the thought of such a dangerous man training her son. She glances at you, and, understanding her look, you give a small nod and flash her a reassuring smile. A silent promise you'll ensure your mate goes easy on the boy.

As the Grayson family discuss the matter– or rather Oliver badgers his mom about being allowed to be trained, Mark watches on in amusement, and Debbie slowly begins to give in, smiling softly at her step-son– you look up at Conquest, a proud smile on your lips.

"You handled this wonderfully." You whisper, nudging him gently. "So, do you have a training regime in mind yet?"

Nodding, a dark smile appears on his face. "Oh, I do, pumpkin. I'll be giving these two the proper Viltrumite Army treatment. By the time I'm done with them, they'll be able to take down Nolan with ease!"

For a moment, you feel pity for those boys. Having heard stories from Conquest about his days in the army, you knew they were in for hell.

… well, at least it'll mean they'll be able to actually save people from threats now!

#conquest #conquest invincible #conquest x reader #invincible #invincible conquest #mine #my writing #originally on ao3 #gn! reader #“does every viltrumite who comes into contact with this planet turn traitor?!” series

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pearlswritings · 28 days ago

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hii!! would you be able to write a till x reader angst 4 me 😣 the plot would be something like reader is against till and reader either sacrifices themself or they just get less points please and ty‼️

Till x Reader, angst!!

(Hiii everyone! Sorry this took so long. Also, thanks to my lovely girlfriend for proofreading and helping with the ending! Tw for: Guns, blood, death, depression, slight mentions of ED, violence, and fighting)

Till’s words are in blue, and yours are in pink! Ooh tv girl reference

“𝕋𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕓𝕪𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖. 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖.”

You have always loved Till. Does he love you too? Who cares. All that matters is that you absolutely adore him. He’s the light of your life, the reason you keep going…You could keep going on forever.

It was the semi finals of Alien Stage. The both of you have tried so hard to get here. You’ve killed countless others to get where you are, people who you love and care for…But could you do the same with Till? No, of course not. How could you ever let your beloved Till be killed?

You’re simply not gonna let him die. You’re gonna make sure he survives, even if it’s the last thing you do. You know Till is already going through so much, he lost his love, Mizi. (But she doesn’t feel the same) He also lost his childhood best friend, Ivan last round. Till is in a deep depressive state, you know he barely has any motivation left.

Your heart aches for your beloved Till, you want nothing more than to comfort him and take his pain away. However you can’t do that yet. What you can do, Is protect him this one last time.

So there you both are, on an elevated stage, performing to a sea of lights and cheers. The harsh spotlights are beating down on the both of you, blinding and disorienting. You notice Till struggling beside you. His choreography is slow and uncoordinated, he’s clearly not in a great state. He looks a bit thinner than usual too, probably hasn’t been eating well since Mizi and Ivan passed…

You can see your scores behind you while you perform. Till’s is significantly lower, he’s at 74, and you’re at an 87. There’s no way he can win this…unless you deliberately lose…But can you really sacrifice yourself for Till?

Yes, of course you can. You’re completely prepared to let yourself die for Till. You know he can live without you, but you can’t live without him.

Without thinking a moment more, you stop singing and dancing, then drop your mic to the floor. You can hear the alien management yelling at you over your earpiece. You can’t decipher what they’re saying, but you know they’re pissed. You know that after this performance you’re gonna be punished severely. But the aliens won’t get the chance to punish you. You plan to die on this stage.

Your score meter behind you starts tanking. Going from 87 to 80, to 76, to 70, to 60, then to 50. You stop paying attention to your score once it hits halfway, and instead look to Till. He’s looking at you with wide, surprised eyes. As if hes visibly asking “Don’t you want to win, to live?”

He stands, staggering forward an inch. His brows narrow together and his mouth moves open and close before sound actually comes out.

“Why are you doing this?! You’re going to lose!! Keep singing!”

He yells to you urgently.

You can tell the aliens are getting antsy, security eyeing you from afar. You know that if you want to ensure Tills survival— you must do something drastic.

You act slow at first, putting both hands against his chest in a firm but gentle nature. Looking toward him with what only can be taken as a look of endearment.

“Keep singing.”

You shove him backwards way harder than you were intending to. He stumbles back and holds his stomach in pain from where you pushed him. He’s still confused, but he continues singing. Watching you as you slowly approach his spot on the ground.

You look downward, feeling only a painful amount of affection in your heart as you thought of what you must do. You knew that if you were violent enough, Till would win by default. With a heavy heart, you leaned forward, almost draping your body over Tills. Quickly you raised your right arm forward, hand balled into a fist.

A sharp bang shot through Tills ears.

He felt your body go limp over him, blood gushing out from your bullet wounds. He couldn’t even process what had just happened. His arms moved around your body, feeling the life leaving you— violently he started to shake you, almost as if it would bring you back.

“No! No no no!! Wake up! W-Wake up!!”

He called out to you desperately. But he knew you couldn’t really hear or understand him well. You couldn’t say much to respond to him. The only thing you said in response was you choking as your lungs filled with blood.

The lights shut off, and the audience roared with cheering and laughter. Before he knew it, he was being dragged out from under your now lifeless body. Leaving your corpse on the raised platform. He tried his best to fight back against the guards, but it was no use. The guards were already overpowering him. Despite how useless the effort was, he still continued fighting them, to the point the guards had to knock him out. The last thing he saw before blacking out was your dead body. The last thing he heard was a booming voice on the speakers that said;

“Till advances to the next stage. We will be back soon with the final round.”

(𝘼/𝙉: 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮! 𝙎𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙙𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙! 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨)

#till x reader #alien stage #till alien stage #alien stage x reader #alnst till #alnst x reader #till #alien stage till

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jazziejax · 5 months ago

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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - The morning after their cozy night together, she and Kelvin spend their morning in a routine that feels all too familiar. But they cant say that they didn't enjoy every moment they spent together.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - fluff, cute ex's, third person, slight mentions of physical descriptions, whole lot of banter that might be a little confusing, I sort of lost the plot a little here.

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - This is a little shorter than I wanted it to be but I sort of had a block and how far I wanted this to go. This is an ‘xreader’ blurb but this story also ties along with another one I’m making and sort of hinting at within these chapters. So, prepare for more but also…give me time. UNEDITED, SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS! Also, be prepared for this series to follow Aaron Pierre as well.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭- 4,543+

The sound of camera clicks and flashes were loud as it filled the Hollywood street. Piles upon piles of photographers yelled at the people on the carpet, snapping directions at them while angling their cameras at the celebs that walked down the red Vanity Fair carpet.

“This way! To your right, tune to your right!”

“Let’s see the back of the dress!”

“This way, please!”

She turned every which way, smiling and posing for the cameras that be. Her sheer black dress with black rhinestones scattered around and dangling from the fabric, shined within the artificial light of the night. She had just turned around from the show the backless dress, showing off the fabric that hung low on her hips. So low that her dermal piercings were on display, the small diamonds sticking out of her the dimples she had just before her back met her plump bottom.

The cameras went into a flashing frenzy at the sight of her back, her large voluminous curls and her smooth skin pulling the look all together.

After turning back around, she began strategically stepping to the side, keeping her front in view of the camera so they didn’t catch her at any weird angles as she moved down the carpet. Just as she made it to the last stop before exciting, she heard the call of on of the photographers.

“What about your award?! No pictures?!” The guy shouted. The woman just offered an innocent shrug before letting out a small laugh and waving him off. “It’s not on me.” She called back, although not as loud as he did, not caring for her words to be heard, she just didn’t want to be rude and leave his question open ended. She went back to posing for the cameras again, just in time to feel a warm hand creep its way onto her bare back, mere seconds before she felt the warm and familiar body to her left surround her.

Her face instantly broke into a large grin, looking over at the man in the sleek and classic all black suit. His grin matched hers, his eyes looking around her face before falling onto her mauve lips that lured him in. His arm was tight around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. Their lips met in a quick but passionate kiss, the cameras flicking to catch the way his large hand laid directly over her back dimples while one of hers placed itself on his jaw. They pulled apart, looking each other in the eye for half a second before diving back in for another, ignoring the loud journalists.

She broke the kiss first, quitting her fight to stop a grin from appearing on her lips. Kelvin bit his plump bottom lip at the sight of her, giving her a quick once over with his low eyes before holding his free hand out. “I think this one’s for you.” He said. She looked down, just now paying attention to the two golden statues he held in one hand this whole time, his fingers wrapped oddly around the body’s of the naked statue.

“Why, thank you.” She said, taking the respective award from hand, her grin never faltering. She then looked back up at him, her eyes filled with adoration as she gazed at the dreamy man next to her. “But I already have my favorite award right next to me.” She said softly.

Kelvin’s admiring look turned to one of mock disgust, even thought he couldn’t fight the slight blush and the amused grin he still held. “Oh, girl, you’re cheesy.” He quipped.

“But you love me though, right? So it doesn’t matter?”

“Of course I love you. Till the damn wheels fall off, you know that.” He said firmly. “Now, hold that Oscar up and show off that ring I put on your finger, so we can head inside and see what food they have and then get the hell up out of here.” He said, not taking his eyes off her once.

“Okay.” She grinned, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him, softly fluttering her eyes-lashes. “You know it’s whatever you say.” She stated coyly before she turned back to face the cameras, giving her best smile with her award in her right hand, her other placed upon Kelvin’s back.

He let in a sharp breath through his teeth at her words, his hand around her hip tightening its grasp. “Ohh, I know that’s right.” He groaned out, smiling for the crazed cameras as the pair showed off their awards and posed like the happy couple they were. And she did what she was told, her hand wrapped around the Oscar and showing off the rock she had on her finger, knowing it would create buzz on the internet for weeks to come.

Everything then shifted, moving by in this quick blur of motion. As if life was passing on right before her eyes.

She didn’t question anything before she found herself in sitting in the grass. It was slightly damp under her weight, mainly because she was sitting sort of close to the water. A large lake spreader before her, glistening beautifully in the setting sun. The sky was a pretty pink, though clouds were scarce and that was her favorite thing to look at. But the sight was still delightful nonetheless.

Her gaze was trained on two swans on the lake before her. She’d been watching them for a while now, the pair doing their dance across the water, leaving ripples in their wake. She could hear the faint sound of laughter in the background, making her heart weigh full at the giggles.

She turned her head at the sound of a familiar laugh, it was rich and deep. The honey-layered tone reverberated through her mind like an echo. It was a sound she found comfort in, a sound she never wanted to forget. The sound played through her mind in her darkest moments, and she could practically see the large smile that was etched onto his face. The one she thought about turning to see whenever she lived in her highs.

So she looked over her shoulder, looking for the sound that pulled on her heartstrings. She could see she was now in the backyard of a large but exceptionally decorated home, with tons of family members walking about and enjoying themselves as they mingled. Her parents were sitting at a table with other adults around their age, screaming over a game of spades since the par was losing. She caught a glimpse of her eldest sister and her teenage niece, the woman rubbing the red lipstick off her lips as she reprimanded her for wearing such a risqué color at her age. Her cousin and family friends ran around as they played football and fetch with a dog. She even saw Nala sitting at the pool, her white pant legs rolled up as she kicked her feet around in the water. The brown-skinned woman held a hand above her sunglasses, blocking out the sun as she pointed and spoke to the man who stood behind the grill. Aaron just nodded at whatever she said, one hand handling the meat on the grill while the other held a small boy in his arms.

She could still hear the sound of the rich laughter, although it was now in chorus with another one, the giggle small but full of love and happiness. Before she could try to locate the joyous sound of her own, a call caught her attention.

"Momma!" Called from the other side of her.

Her head instinctively snapped over, catching sight of another small child who was no older than two. An adorable brown-skinned girl dressed in a little dress. Her cute brown coils were scattered all over her head. Her baby-smooth skin shone in the sun as she waved in her direction, clumsily waddling away from the man who stood behind her. She briefly squinted her eyes, tilting her head at the baby.

"Momma! Come play!" The little girl yelled, looking directly at her. The woman tilted her head again, still gazing at the beautiful little bundle. Before she could speak, the man behind the baby reached down, bringing the girl into his arms, tickling her sides a little on her way up. The baby giggled, showing her two teeth as she squirmed in the man's arm. He tossed her up, her giggles sounding throughout the yard, the only thing the woman could hear over the sound of everything else.

Once the baby girl was let down from her fun times in the air, she could now see the face of the man who held her. Kelvin's grin was large, smiling at his daughter, who tucked herself into his shoulder. His grin faded only slightly, now looking at her as well with nothing but pure love in his eyes. His smile softened in a way that made her chest tighten. "Come on. Don’t keep our baby girl waiting." He teased, holding his hand out towards her.

Her breath caught itself in her throat, her eyes jumping between the two pairs that stared at her. She blinked again and again, waiting for the sight of them to vanish. Kelvin, who still held his hand out in her direction from afar, raised his brows at her. "Come on now, baby. Me and the princess ain't got all day." He smirked, showing the perfect teeth she oddly held a lot of love for. "The fireworks are gonna start soon and you know neither of y'all can handle the noise." He stated as he used the arm he held the baby with to give her a small bounce.

Her laugh came out as breathy, heart's content at the family she created. She ran toward them, her white sundress flowing around her legs. She scooped their daughter into her arms from Kelvin's and placed an enormous kiss on her cheek, earning another burst of giggles. Kelvin beamed at the sight of them before bringing them both into her arms.

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She had woken up with that feeling of completeness still lingering in her chest—until she opened her eyes to find Kelvin kissing her awake in real life.

She stirred awake, a soft smile curving her lips as remnants of her dream lingered in her mind. She thought after such a dream, she would wake up in a cold sweat, terrified that her subconscious could even envision such a thing. She thought she'd be freaking out over the fact that, deep down, she'd never gotten over Kelvin. Who was her ex. Her ex that she just slept with, again.

But she knew it wasn't that simple. After years of grappling with...whatever she felt for Kelvin and how complicated those feelings were, this aching thought at the back of her mind was always there to remind her that she'd never forget him. That he would always be the one to lurk in her every thought.

And that dream only proved that. She could toss the dream up to the medication and her brain being induced with her little spout of illness. But then she'd just be lying to herself, knowing that even if their love never rekindled, she'd always think of the man who brought her in and showed her love that she'd never felt before.

The dream felt so vivid, so perfect, that waking up almost felt bittersweet. Her smile deepened when she realized why she was awake. She was lying on her back now, the feeling of his upper body on top of hers. Kelvin was peppering her face with light, tickling kisses. His lips brushed against her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and even her chin.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He murmured once she began stirring awake. He then began softly placing his kisses on her lips. His tone was warm, teasing, and completely disarming.

She let out a small giggle, her voice deep with sleepiness. "I'm sick and you're all up in my mouth, boy." She said, moving her hand up to push his face away from hers. her palm mashing itself into his nose. Kelvin let out an uncomfortable sound at the pressure of her hand, moving his head to shake off her grip. "Girl, you could be dead and I'd still be all up on that." He said before bringing his face closer to hers, his hands traveling down the side of her body, his grip tight on whatever he could hold on to.

They both paused at the same time after what he said, Kelvin lifting his face from her soft chest to see her giving him an arched brow.

"It sounded...better and cuter in my head," Kelvin mumbled.

"Yeah, I bet." She said disinterestedly.

"More romantic even, you know. Instead of fucking creepy."

"Yeah, you said that." She said, giving him a coy look. Kelvin turned his lip up at her, the pair just staring each other in the eye. He then suddenly jumped to start peppering kisses on her face, causing the girl to let out a small yelp and began squirming under the onslaught of affection. "Kelvin! What are you doing?"

"Making sure you wake up knowing how much I love that pretty face of yours, girl!" He said, his grin lighting up the room. He leaned back just slightly, his dark eyes studying her as if she were some masterpiece, like her face wasn't dry from just waking up, sick, and not doing her skincare last night. "You were smiling in your sleep, you know?" He stated before a large smirk made its way onto her face. "Were you dreaming of me?" He grinned slyly at her. She raised her brows at him, opening her mouth to speak but was cut off. "Oh, you don't have to tell me, darling, I already know. You can't resist me even if you tried." He bragged in his fake British accent. She just gave him a plain look, her lips pursed into an odd grin. It was silent between them for a moment, Kelvin's grin still apparent while she just started at him.

"It's too damn early for so many jokes, Kel. I'm getting overstimulated."

"It's 9:30am."

"Right, too damn early." She said, letting out a chortle before beginning to rise from the bed. Kelvin grinned, giving her cheek a quick peck before rising from the bed as well. "I ran you a bath." He stated, causing the woman in nothing but her underwear and her shirt to look over at him. "What?" She asked, blinking at what she thought she heard.

"I ran you a bath while you were sleeping." He said as he began to make his way around the bed, easing up on her in nothing but his underwear. He placed his hands on her waist, moving them under her shirt to rub them against her skin. "That's when I walked in and saw you all smiley. I just knew that you knew I ran you a nice bath." He said, causing the pair to both chuckle at his joke.

"Well thank you, baby." She said, stepping closer to him, her arms wrapping around his waist. She looked up at him through her lashes. "You're so good to me, Kel." She said with a small pout. He hummed at her words, stepping closer as his hands drifted down to the place he loved most, her ass. "Oh, don't I know it, baby girl." He said, his hands tightening around her cheeks, gripping the fat. "And I can show you how good I really am but this bath water's getting cold soon and we need to get to set. You know I hate a lukewarm bath." He stated before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto her lips. She hummed into the kiss, loving the feeling of Klevin's plump lips on hers. The kiss wasn't continuous, the pair pulling apart to only bring their lips back in seconds later. The pecks were steady, building up to something more.

She hummed into his mouth, pulling back to look up at him. "You hate a lukewarm bath?" She questioned. "What does my bath have to do with you?" Her question caused Kelvin to turn his lip at her, giving her that playfully annoyed look that she loved, looking effortlessly sexy. "You thought I ran that bath just for you?"

"You're getting in?" She quickly asked, her eyes subconsciously widening as she looked up at him.

"I've seen you naked before." Kelvin stated, giving her hips a reassuring squeeze once he saw the slight fear in her eyes. She gulped, her eyes moving from his face as she placed her hands on his chest, playing with the hairs that laid there. “Yeah, but that’s different.”

“Different how?”

“Different because…I don't know.” She mumbled.

"So you don't want me to bathe with you?" He asked, pulling back some to angle his head downward, trying to look into her eyes which were locked on his chest. His brows twitched in slight worry at her sudden shift of attitude, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with his advances.

She was quick to interject, wrapping her arms back around his torso and looking up into his eyes. "No, I didn't say that now, " She said, letting out a slightly nervous laugh. She was still feeling the effects of her dream weighing heavy on her mind, which had her mind racing every time she looked him in his eyes. His voice resounded like a steel drum as she thought over all she remembered from her desperately romantic subconscious. And his hands rubbing against her skin didn't help either, setting her heart ablaze.

Kelvin chuckled at her eagerness. "Okay, it's too damn early for you to be confusing me like this and the water is gonna get cold." He stated before turning with the woman in his grasp, leading her backward out of the door. She giggled, looking up at him as he led the pair all the way to the bathroom, putting all her trust in him that he wouldn't bump against a wall with her.

It didn't take them long before they were both in the bath, her bare back against his chest as they let the warm water soothe their muscles as bubbles floated around them. Kelvin had his arms draped around her waist, his fingers subconsciously rubbing against the soft pudge of her belly, his chin resting on her shoulder. They chatted about their usual topics, movies, other actors and just being plain out messy together. They were currently speaking on an old project of theirs, where they were just becoming acquainted and dealing with this oddly jealous set attending on set.

She always had this dd animosity towards her while Kelvin seemed to be her favorite person on earth. Before the pair of ex's even became friends, it was like she was lurking around every project the other was on. She was a friend of theirs for a while before shit hit the fan and they ultimately dropped her.

"You know I hate that bitch!" She said, her hand splashing in the water as she waved her finger. "And you always bring her up. Do you have something you want to tell me?" She asked him, turning her head to squint her eyes at him while Kelvin just chuckled. He just arched a brow at her with a lazy shrug, causing her face to become more serious as she crossed her arms over her naked chest and turned her torso to him more. "Excuse me?!" She asked.

Kelvin was quick to reiterate, tightening his arms around her waist to pull her back in. "No, no. It's not even like that." He said with a small laugh, pulling her in close. "I just bring that story up because I like the way you react."

"Pissed off and agitated?"

"No." Kelvin dragged out with a grin. "Jealous and agitated."

She smacked her lips at his words, turning her back to him while he began to press kisses against her wet shoulder. "Jealous and agitated? Is that what turns you on?"

"You in general turns me on." He stated with no hesitation. "But something about the way you get all possessive is sexy. Especially about me, it boots my ego." He smirked, looking down at the way she playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"You got issues, Kel." She said as she leaned her full weight into him, raising one of her legs out of the water to analyze her skin. Kelvin hummed against her skin. "And you love me and all my issues." He shrugged, one of his arms around her waist unlatching to place his hand over hers, swallowing it. He rubbed his fingers against her leg, watching as the soap suds slid down her body.

"Whatever Kelvin." She said. '"Speaking of issues, should I shave my legs?" She asked, moving the limb from side to side as she analyzed her leg hair in the dim lighting of the bathroom. Kelvin furrowed his brows at her. "Who are you shaving your legs for?" He asked sharply. She leaned her head back, looking up at him. "I need a reason to shave my legs?"

"You don't usually shave your legs for me."

"And how would you know that? I barely shave my legs as is. My leg hair is very fine."

"I've spent... a lot of time down there since we've known one another." He stated slyly, immediately being met with a soft elbow to his ribs as they both laughed.

"Now if you're gonna shave those legs, you better decide now because this water is getting cold and we gotta get to set." He said. She gasped at his words, quickly turning her head to look back at him. "I totally forgot that we had to go to set today! Damnit, should I have called in sick?" She asked him worriedly, her big eyes jumping between his.

"Do you still feel unwell?"

She paused, softly biting on her lip as she thought it over. She did feel better. Her headache was sort of mild, and mainly only there since she wasn't wearing her contacts. Her stuffed nose bridge was clear, making her able to breathe in the jasmine-scented bath. And the scratch at the back of her throat was no longer there.

"Well no." She mumbled. Kelvin nodded at that, his eyes analyzing her face. "Okay then. We're going to work." He grinned. "Together."

His words caused her to break out into a small smile, her teeth peeking between her lips at him, catching his attention. "Okay." She said softly before suddenly spinning around in the tub so she was now facing him. Kelvin arched a brow at her as she raised her leg again, placing her foot against his chest. Kelvin grinned, reaching up to grab a hold of her foot, rubbing his thumb into her arches as she leaned back against the other side of the tub.

"Shave my legs." She said. His brows raised again, looking at her in slight shock. "What?" He asked.

"Shave my legs." She said again. "If you think you're gonna be feeling all up on these legs, you best contribute, okay?" She quipped with a large grin. Kelvin laughed, his hands running all up and down her legs. "Okay, okay. I can do that." He said with a nod, biting his lips as his hands went lower and lower on her leg. She raised her brows at him, letting out a schoolgirl-type giggle at his running fingers. Kelvin laughed, looking her in the eye. "What, you thought a lil hair was gone scare me away? Girl you know I do this for real." He smirked. She cocked a brow at him, easing her leg away. "You've been shaving some other girl's legs?"

"No, I just know how to shave, period." He stated. "Now give me that damn leg." He said as he grabbed ahold of her leg and dragged her closer, causing her to let out a yelp of a laugh. And as they spent more than enough time in the bath, her mind kept drifting to her dream and how she could only hope that it would someday come true.

A little while later, She was in comfy clothes. After their soak, Kelvin ordered a breakfast spread to her doorstep, complete with fresh fruit, French toast, and her favorite coffee. They ate together, laughing about their plans for the day and sneaking bites from each other’s plates.

When it was time to go to set, they moved seamlessly together—Kelvin helping zip up her coat from the cold Atlanta winter and wrapping a loose scarf around her head. "Don't want to have you sick again. Because then I'm going to have to come back over and nurse you back to health." He smirked, looking down at her.

She smirked, rolling her eyes at him. "Boy, please."

"What? Don't pretend like I didn't come over here and work my magic on you, girl." He said before quickly bending down and offering her a quick peck on the lips. She scoffed, although she couldn't help the large smile she held on her face as they continued back and forth.

"And what magic was that exactly?" She asked, crossing her arms as she stood by her door, watching as he prepared himself with the clothes he had in his bag from last night, which made her raise a brow at how prepared he actually was when he came over.

He looked at her as he shrugged on his coat. "You know what magic, now." He smirked. "I gave you that act right." He said after buttoning his coat up. She rolled her eyes at him, her tongue poking at her cheek. "And now look at you, acting right. Feeling right, same thing." He said.

She only rolled her eyes at him again. She took a small over to him, grabbing a hold of the front of his coat. "Well, I'm just gonna tell you this now." She began, looking up at him, her eyes jumping between his eyes and lips, glasses of her dream still lingering in her mind. "We better get up out of this apartment so we can go to work before I have you work that magic on me some more." She stated, her voice low and sultry as she leaned closer and closer to his him.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked.

"Yeah." She whispered, her nose brushing against his. "I'm starting to feel a little under the weather by the second, Dr.Harrison." She said. Kelvin hummed, leaning forward. "I got the perfect remedy for that, don't you worry." He said before placing his lips on hers. She smiled against his lips before pulling back, knowing she could get caught up in his charm. "Mnhmn, we gotta go." She said as she pulled away and began to step out of the door. Kelvin let out a small groan, picking up both of their bags as she headed out of the door. "You can't rile someone up like that before leaving. That's torture."

"Get used to it and lock my door boy." She said, looking back at him with all their things in his hands, pulling out his keys to lock her door. She couldn’t fight the find grin she had, that same domestic feeling from her dreams spreading through her heart. Even though as long as she’d known him, and she felt as though she’d always had that feeling for him, now it was different. Now it felt like everything was meant to be. That there was this plan to look forward to.

And now, things weren’t exactly clear between them and where their situation-ship stood, but it felt right in the moment and she didn’t want to ruin that by telling him her dream. So she kept it to herself, living on the cloud of what that feeling brought her.

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-> pretty please? part four

all aboard! | the dinner party | room for three | nothing even matters

pairing: curly / wife!reader / jimmy

words: 4.0k

tags: referenced rape, anal sex (m/m), oral sex (m!receiving, f!receiving), missionary (f/m), curly and reader are married with two kids, anya and reader are 'friends', jimmy went to prison, references of jimmy's abuse towards anya, tiny feet mention, homophobia and use of the f slur, plot with porn, cheating, world's worst polycule, omniscient cucking

notes: i was stuck on that last scene for like. two months LMAO sorry this took so long omg no one asked for this but i need to make their lives worse idk. also wrote some more anya in here. curly's #1 antagonist is his bisexuality

read it on ao3

Curly is wrong.

He’s been wrong in arguments— you tell him as much. It’s easier that way. You’re right, he’s wrong, that way things stay stagnant. You don’t blow up at him and he doesn’t have to do anything he regrets.

He and Jimmy are in the backseat of the car, a five-seater to fit the whole family. Curly’s used to squeezing in the back with the kids because you don’t trust Jimmy near them. He understands. You’re right, he’s wrong— there’s no point in a fight.

But he’s never felt wrong.

Curly hiccups, his face flushed with alcohol. Jimmy, startlingly sober, is sitting next to him. Jimmy’s feet are propped up against the back of the front seat, smearing dirt from his ratty sneakers. It’s so dark outside that Curly can hardly see anything.

The kids are inside sleeping; the pair are parked in the driveway, only recently back from the bar. This is the only time you let them both leave together. You don’t yell, you just sigh, well, because there’s no point in a fight.

Jimmy doesn’t hold hands and doesn’t say anything that isn’t concealed in fifty layers of snark. He is unfeeling and unattached, yet Curly is so drawn to him. Moth to flame, gun to his head, does it matter anymore?

Here, they are in the dark and hidden. Here, Curly is free to sin.

Jimmy uses his teeth more than his lips. He leaves marks because he knows you won’t say anything. You know what’s happening here just as much as Curly is pretending he doesn’t. He’s crowded against the car door, broad expanses of chubby muscle and big tits like a girl.

Jimmy plays with them like they really are tits, flicking his nipple and biting down on one hard enough to make Curly cry out, tears beading on his waterline. He even fucking cries like a girl. Jimmy doesn’t even need to say it— Curly is thinking it.

Perhaps he is a girl. You made him your bitch, going so far as to parade him around to the former crew like a trophy, perfectly situated at your feet.

Jimmy digs his unclipped fingernails into Curly’s flesh, fatty muscle spilling past his fingers. His pants are bunched around his thighs, his knees are bent and shoved up to his chest, situated awkwardly on the seats.

Jimmy clicks open a bottle of lube. The only reason he has one is because Curly begged him to buy some— and if Curly were walking too funny to fuck you properly, you probably wouldn’t feed Jimmy for the following month.

It’s cold as Jimmy drizzles it down Curly’s balls and his ass, he catches it with his fingers before it soils the car seat. He shudders at the chill, preparing for when Jimmy pushes in.

There’s no prep and no room to breathe, Curly hates this. It’s painful. Unforgiving. It feels like a punishment. Maybe it should be, Curly finds himself more and more at home with that thought. He should be punished for wanting this.

One hand shoots up to press flat against the window, his body instinctively trying to squirm away from that first push, the one that aches the most. It never seems to hurt for Jimmy. All he can see is the shadow of Jimmy’s hair and the glint of his smug grin as he nestles his hips flush against Curly’s ass.

Jimmy fucks mean and rough, fogging up the windows and making Curly feel like nothing. His cock sits uselessly against his stomach, balls heavy and begging for release. You don’t let him cum if you’re mad at him, and you’re always angry at him for something or another. Jimmy lets him orgasm if Curly can get himself there.

Jimmy’s nicer than you are, Curly finds. Ever since that day, you seem to have a fucking vendetta against him, like he cheated on you and not the other way around. This thing, between him and Jimmy, isn’t even sex, not really.

If it were, you’d hold it over his head like everything else. Look, honey, you’d say to the kids, Daddy’s a faggot. That’s why they never do it in the house, Curly makes sure of that. He doesn’t want his kids to know about this; he’s supposed to be a man. Men don’t do this.

Jimmy pulls out to cum on Curly’s tongue, it drips down his chin. He spits in Curly’s mouth too for extra measure, finishing off the pretty picture. He swallows it all down.

He didn’t get to cum.

You fucking hate coffee.

You stare down at your crappy cappuccino and then longingly across the table at Anya’s earl grey latte. Anya asked to hang out and Curly was off today, so you agreed. Before departing the hell hole you called home, you made sure to leave a sticky note on the coffee table with thoroughly detailed instructions on how to make baby formula and change diapers. You’d figured she’d be better conversation than your one-year-old.

Anya’s glowing: the type of woman who’s pretty without makeup and treats it like an option. She's wearing a ribbed dull-colored turtleneck. Her hair is long, straightened, and ends at the small of her back. To think, two years ago, you were both on the Tulpar’s twilight cruise.

“How are you doing now, Anya? How’s med school?” You ask with a tight smile.

She brightened up more at that if it was even possible. “Oh, it’s so exciting! I got an internship at a lab, and I’m helping to make mRNA vaccines. The interesting thing about mRNA viruses is that there’s a new strain every year…”

You tune her out, drinking your coffee and pretending not to hate it. It’s giving you a migraine. Anya has money, albeit less now due to student loans, and she looks so irrefutably happy. She’s not waking up at random hours of the night to feed a baby that looks nothing like her husband, she’s not finding new stretch marks every other week, and she’s not constantly mentally exhausted.

“...and yeah, it’s a small job, but it makes me feel part of a bigger picture, y’know?”

“Yeah, completely.” The coffee leaves a film in your mouth that you can’t quite swallow down. That’s what you get for ordering coffee in a tea shop.

She reaches across the table to grab your hand, and you can’t help but glance down at the simple band of silver wrapped around her ring finger. Anya pulls back with a soft laugh. “You’ve noticed! Yeah, he proposed a handful of weeks ago. It's no big deal, really,” she pauses, clearing her throat. “Enough about me. How are you?”

You shrug. “Same old. My eldest just learned how to walk and now he wants to run everywhere. Can’t get a hold of him long enough to feed him.”

Her eyes light up. “I should come over some time! I bet they look just like you, wonderful face and all.”

You smile and agree. You might pass her off to Jimmy to see if all that therapy’s been doing its job. Anya doesn’t know that her beloved Captain paid off Jimmy’s bail so he can suck his dick right at home— no need for a conjugal visit. You wonder if that will sour any opinions on Pony Express’s best.

Eventually, your little play date ends. Anya leaves with a wave and sets off into the dazzling afternoon, a smattering of earth tones and a fluttering maxi skirt.

You rub your eyes with a sigh. It’s time to go back to the kids.

You return to Jimmy on that god-awful couch, watching sports on the TV. You’re used to that��not your kid perched on Jimmy’s knee and playing with him. He’s a mix of you and Curly, thick blond curls with your eyes.

“Dada!” Your kid squeals, giggling as Jimmy tickles his stomach.

Jimmy glances at you and snickers. “You hearing this guy?”

You swallow down your anger. God, not in front of the kid, not in front of the kid. It’s not his fault. He doesn’t know that Curly’s his dad. Jimmy’s a deadbeat who’s always hanging around here, so it’s no wonder he got confused. Curly’s off working most days. You can remedy this later.

“Where’s Grant?”

He gestures with his head down the hall. “He’s feeding the baby.”

You ruffle your kid’s hair and kiss his forehead, uneasy about leaving him with Jimmy, but you have bigger fish to fry. Walking into your baby’s room, you find Curly standing there, holding the bottle up to your baby.

He sees you and his face melts with relief. “Ah, there you are. I’m not sure, no, I don’t know how to do this.” Curly offers both the baby and bottle and you take them.

“Why’d you leave Jimmy alone with our son?” You ask flatly. You’re glancing down at your baby. His features are close enough to Jimmy’s to make you sick.

“I figured he’s got it. He’s been living with us for over a year now, he must’ve picked up some of it—”

Your glare shuts him up. “One thing, Grant. I asked you for one thing.” You sigh, trying not to let your emotions wash over your baby. You read somewhere that they sense that sort of thing. “Could you get his dick out of your mouth long enough to think for yourself?”

Curly’s hands itch at his sides, but you know he won’t hit you when you’re holding his baby, even if said baby looks nothing like him. You continue. “I left you a step-by-step list. What, do you need an instructional video too? His formula is too cold.”

Curly’s forehead creases in a myriad of frown lines. He’s just standing there and pouting. “I read the instructions. They never said to warm anything—I’m trying, okay? I want to be a good father!”

You scoff, appalled. “Oh, you want to be a father all of a sudden? Our kid just called Jimmy his dad, so go to the living room and make fucking sense of that.”

Curly bristles, but he leaves, all six feet of him wilting into a dejected heap. It’s like that pose is muscle memory to him, so perfectly trained into his nature.

“Useless fag,” you mutter, loud enough to make sure Curly hears it.

Jimmy’s got the beloved Captain tonguing his balls in a bar bathroom.

You’re the everpresent cuck in this relationship, whether you know that or not, you know that they fuck at this bar, you know that Curly’s busy getting hard for a man that isn’t you and you just let it happen.

Jimmy thinks you have bad stamina. What, you lost your energy to fight the good fight? To preserve the tranquility of your marriage? You got raped once and you lost your spine.

He should’ve done it earlier, he should’ve done it on the Tulpar. He should have broken you down early so you weren’t such a fucking nuisance. You have too much of an ego to press charges. Anya didn’t, that’s why she has all his fucking money. Because she was enough of a little bitch to cry on camera and smear his name with loads of filthy shit that didn’t fucking happen.

Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t need to want for anything any longer when Curly’s always there to foot the bill and spread his legs for him. Jimmy’s living the dream.

Jimmy doesn’t even care for the sex all that much. It’s a fat load of work to make himself cum—he just likes the way Curly looks with his lips stretched over his balls and seeing his cock hang there unattended and flush with shame.

Curly’s the one with his knees on the dirty tiles, close enough that Jimmy could dunk his head in the urinal and make him lick a cake. He’d fucking like it, if the way his cock is drooling pre has anything to say about it.

Curly wraps a hand around it, his big mitts almost making his dick look small. He pumps it eagerly, squeezing near the tip, treating it too well for what Jimmy thinks he deserves.

Jimmy presses a shoe up against the underside of Curly’s dick, pushing it against his stomach and soiling a wet spot on his shirt. The soles of his shoes are filthy; he thinks he stepped in dog shit on the way here. Curly doesn’t care, panting around Jimmy’s sack as he continues.

He rocks his foot back and forth, knowing it hurts. Jimmy couldn’t care less. The dumb Captain can’t even tell the difference, it seems. Curly cums all over himself, staining his shirt.

Jimmy adds to it, stroking his cock alongside Curly’s mouth as his cum lands on Curly’s thick eyelashes, dribbling down the underside of his shaft. Curly licks it all up. What a fucking faggot.

Curly stands up, shakily pulling up his pants and examining his ruined shirt with a frown. He’s gonna have to walk out of this bar with this mess all over him. Gonna be hard to hide that, huh?

Curly tries to lean in for a kiss, but Jimmy turns his head. Curly just had Jimmy’s balls in his mouth for the last ten minutes—he’s not interested in finding out what that tastes like. Also, Jimmy doesn’t kiss. Well, he does, but only when you can see.

He only does it because you hate it.

You’re trying to get some sleep after the exhausting day you had. The kids are finally in bed and you’ve barely had enough energy to eat a proper dinner today. Motherhood fucking sucks. You knew it would be hard, but you didn’t expect this.

Your back always hurts and your feet ache from constantly being kept on them. You’re usually chasing after your oldest to try and get him to strapped into his high chair for dinner or worrying that your baby isn’t latching onto your nipple right. It’s a full-time job and out of the three adults in the house, you’re the only one fulfilling it.

So when you wake up in the middle of the night to Curly’s entire body weight pinning you down to the mattress, you’re pissed. You can tell he’s drunk because he's burning up, hot enough to raise the global temperature by a couple of degrees.

“Grant,” you push at his shoulder, but he’s too busy muttering nothing into the crook of your neck. With no response, you shove again. “Grant, can you get off of me?”

“Baby, honey, sweetheart,” he purrs against you. Your breath hitches.

“Grant?” You ask again, more inquisitive. You can’t help being a little concerned. All that time sucking Jimmy’s dick must’ve given him a lobotomy at this point.

He sits up, his arms on either side of you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, if you were sorry you wouldn’t come home at the ass crack of dawn.” You wrinkle your nose. “God, you reek of beer.”

Curly shakes his head, taking your hand and pressing the palm flat against his chest. Through the thick muscle, you can’t exactly feel his heartbeat, but he stares down at you as if you can, pupils blown wide in the darkness.

He tugs your hand up until it’s framing his neck, close enough to wrap around his throat and squeeze. “I’m sorry. I wanna be good. I want you—,” he swallows, closing his eyes and sighing. “I want you to think I’m good.”

Curly’s hair falls over his eyes. He takes your hand off of you, kissing your wrist, down your forearm, his warm breath curling over your skin and erupting goosebumps.

“Grant, what the fuck are you doing?” He’s just babbling now. Does he think this half-assed apology is gonna work on you?

He sits up and kisses your fingertips, one by one. He kicks the blanket off of you, kissing along your exposed stomach, maneuvering his way down until he’s hunched at the foot of the bed. Curly pressed his mouth onto your panties, right over your cunt. You feel his tongue on you through the fabric.

His arms wrap around your thighs and he continues. You can feel your panties get soaked with slick and his spit. You watch in tempered shock as he hooks the material to the side and delves into your pussy.

It’s pleasant and not half-bad for being done in a drunken stupor. To be fair, you’ve trained him to eat it the way you like it. If he didn’t know how to do it by now, there’d be even greater problems with your marriage.

Yes, you’re aware your marriage has gone to shit. That half-baked plan you cooked up on the Tulpar turned out to be soft-boiled at best. Curly’s too busy warring with his bisexuality to raise his kids and you’re too exhausted to keep Jimmy’s influence away from them.

Pinning the blame on someone has lost all its satisfaction. You’re more interested in making it to the next day, even if it means biting your tongue and letting your husband suck a guy’s dick. Complacency has become your best friend and yelling at Curly for banal things is your side piece.

When you cum, Curly lifts his head from between your legs with a lazy grin. You indulge him and slip your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp. His hands mess with the button of his pants, working them down his hips when you stop him with a foot on his stomach. He sits back on his heels, confused.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” You want to hear him say it. You miss when controlling him was as easy as this, as easy as pills in his coffee and a ring on his finger.

Curly takes your foot in his hand, using it to spread your legs wider and shift his hips closer to yours. “I’m sorry, honey. I want to show I’m sorry.”

You make an unimpressed noise. If he wants it, he’ll have to try harder than that.

“Please. Can I?” He’s like a big dog—you can almost hear his tail flopping eagerly against the mattress.

Look at him, asking for permission. It brings a smile to your face. “Yes, of course, you can.”

Curly fishes deep in his pocket for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on. He lines himself up with you and slides in with a wet sound. His hand loops around your ankle and he fucks you sloppily.

You melt into the sheets, watching as his grip on you turns desperate. His moans grow jagged and breathless, forming into one unbroken whine that pings off the walls and blooms warmth in your stomach.

He slides your feet up to press against his chest, pulling your thighs together and ushering him in deeper, fucking your guts. Curly’s head ducks down and he kisses the pad of your toes. They’re freshly manicured because he loves to pay for it, though it often feels like a gift to him rather than to you.

“You like it?” You ask, much too content with the gentle rocking of his hips, humping you at a loving tempo.

Curly moans around your foot, nodding as his tongue darts out to lick your toes and his eyes roll back. Your cunt throbs. You’re a little off put by just how much he likes your feet—but this marriage has been a marathon stretch of appealing to his fetishes. First the dresses, then his humiliation, now this.

He lets go of your ankle, setting it down gently and giving him space to work above you. When he leans over you, rubbing your clit, an idea sparks in your head. You cup his cheek and he takes it and moans into the palm of your hand, eyes glazed over in simplistic pleasure only a man of his caliber can handle.

Curly lifts weights, but all those bar trips with Jimmy are catching up with him. He’s got a little pudge in his belly. It’s just more scalding skin to press against you and it makes you content enough to fall asleep. However, you want to prove a point.

His cock grinds against your cervix. Curly doesn’t have the energy to pull out enough for a thrust. You moan, the blunt nails of your free hand dragging along his back. Your hips ache with the force of his wanton movements.

He buries his face in your neck, huffing and whining, warm breath washing over your skin. “Gonna cum—fuck, please, think I’m gonna—,”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, you give his curls a tug to bring him back to Earth. “Didn’t say you could, baby.”

Curly groans then, bordering on animalistic. His hips plow deeper, with more fervor. It’s loud and sloppy to the point where you can hear how wet you are. “Need to—shit, need to. I’m sorry, honey. So, so, sorry,” he cuts himself off with a loud gasp that makes you arch into him. “I need to. Just want to, just once, please.”

You wonder how much of this is him being drunk and how much is not allowing him to cum for weeks. If you let up now, he’ll go soft—softer than he already is. But he’s your husband, and you love him, even if it feels more like a trauma bond now.

Your neck feels wet, and you realize he’s sobbing, his hips slowing to a torturous cant that makes your thighs shake. Maybe you’re cock drunk, the way you used to be for him, because you let him cum.

His load follows soon after and he presses his body flat to yours, eager to get every bit of his skin against you. Curly relaxes, the weight of him on you is a comfort you missed.

You talk him down from his high, mumbling praises, the same ones he gave you that first night on the Tulpar. When he’d first succumbed to you and you’d foolishly believed that would be it.

You didn’t know enough about him when you made that decision to make him yours—you don’t know much more now, just that this bed is one you’ll have to lay in. For life.

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling rather than him. “I forgive you, Curly.” Saying that hardly alleviates the pressure in your chest, but it lessens it.

He looks up at you in shock. “Honey, you don’t have to,” he says.

You cup his cheek and he leans into you like it’s gravity keeping him tethered. Maybe it is. “You and Jimmy… I don’t want to hear about it or know about it.”

He nods, barely moving an inch, “I won’t tell you.”

His compliance stirs in your stomach. You want it to be a fight—you know what to do when it’s a fight. Now, you just feel lost. Despite your earlier words, you feel the anger in your voice. “It’s cheating.” You struggle to even say the words. “That ring was a commitment to me and you just—,”

He cuts you off. “I didn’t make a commitment to you, honey. I made one to our family,” he whispers into the quiet, sober and soft.

You purse your lips. It hurts, but it’s what you need to hear. You’d never admit any fault of your own out loud, but you both know it’s there, simmering under everything. The weight of your mistakes built this relationship, Curly’s are the wind that tries to knock down this house of cards.

A part of you wants to be tougher with him, but you’re tired of being tough. You just want to coexist now, inhabit a place where everything is some semblance of normal.

And maybe you can. If you try hard enough, pretend hard enough, and focus on bringing up your kids right. Maybe that’s what will make it all okay: securing their future. You have to believe it’s true.

Months later, you receive Anya’s wedding invite. You debate ripping it to shreds.

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avoxrising · 2 years ago

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The Feral One • Chapter 4

Finnick x Reader

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I’m on a roll with my writing! Was able to grind out another chapter today. Lmk what you guys think of the story so far :)

Content warnings - descriptions of death and lots of angst

My love, you have my heart for all of eternity. And if I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips.

You and Finnick had never been anything more than friends, although friends feels like an understatement to describe what you are to each other. After your games, you lived in Victors Village with your family, doing your best to heal.

When your family was killed after your victory tour, the victors deemed that you weren’t stable enough to live alone. You were only 17 and had nobody left to take care of you.

Finnick had volunteered to move in temporarily until you were better, but better never happened. He felt guilty about how he mentored you. He had told you that what you did in the arena didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how many you killed, or how you killed, it was a game and to play it you had to be entertaining and win sponsors.

So, you entertained. You joined the career pack, hoping they would take out most of the other tributes for you so there would be fewer for you to worry about. That only worked for a week.

One week in, your district partner was killed and you were on the outs. The alliance would turn on you at any moment, so you had to strike first.

You lay awake in the arena, nearly two weeks into the games, as the pair from one were on watch. They thought you were asleep, just as you had hoped they would.

“Let’s kill her now,” Gimena stated.

“How?” Aries replied.

“I’ll wake her up and ask her to go pee with me. You’ll follow and provide back up if the fight drags on longer than necessary,” she told him.

“I doubt you’ll need me but go ahead,” Aries chuckled. “She’s all yours.”

You can still feel Gimena’s hand on your arm, shaking you awake.

“Hey,” she whispered. “I need to go pee. You’re coming with me as guard.”

You nod and follow her into the trees, preparing to use the knife hidden in your sleeve. She makes you walk in front of her, plotting how to attack you. She wasn’t fast enough.

You quickly whip around and fling your knife into her throat, killing her immediately. Because there was no scream, Aries thought the cannon was yours, so he didn’t panic.

If you were going to kill the careers, it had to be now. You removed your only knife from Gimena’s body and climbed into one of the trees. Hopefully only Aries would come looking. It’s hard to kill three people with one knife.

Aries came crashing through the forest a few minutes later, calling out for Gimena. You waited until he stumbled upon her body before flinging your knife into it the side of his head, directly below his ear. The canon wasn’t immediate, but it was quick.

You hopped down from the tree to retrieve your knife, only to be tackled to the ground by Floyd, the boy from 2.

“What the hell did you do four?” he shouted, pushing his spear down onto your throat to choke you. What worried you wasn’t the spear, but the fact that you couldn’t spot Hals, his partner.

You wiggled your fingers in an attempt to reach the knife but it was too far. Oxygen was leaving your body and you needed to think fast.

Your sudden growl caught him off guard, causing him to momentarily lose focus. The pressure on your throat let up just enough for you to turn your head to the side and spot Aries’ sword stuck under his body, barely within reach.

Hals arrived on the scene just in time to watch Floyd’s head roll away from his body. She let out a yell before charging at you, machete in hand. She managed to slice up your cheek, but found herself dead moments later. You had jumped on her and beaten her to a pulp, not caring that the machete was digging into your face.

Those four weren’t your first kills in the arena, nor were they your last. Nobody else in the cage with you stood a chance.

“Hey,” Finnick sighs as he enters your room. He’s still in his outfit from the interview. “Can we talk?”

You nod and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I need to ask something very important of you in the arena,” he starts and you already feel yourself getting nauseous with anxiety. “I need you to help me keep Katniss and Peeta alive.”

This request shocks you. Finnick had told you about potentially allying with 3, 7 and 12 but asking you to control yourself around a firey person like Katniss was like asking a baby not to cry near loud noises.

You shake your head at him, hoping he understands how you can’t promise him anything of that sort. In reality, you can’t even promise him that you’ll be in control of yourself enough to not hurt him.

“Y/N,” Finnick sighs. “There’s a plan to break some of us out of the arena and take us far away from the capital where we can help change Panem. But, we need Katniss and Peeta alive in order for it to work.”

“Just kill me now,” you whisper. “I can’t do any of this.”

“Yes you can!” Finnick states in frustration. “I know it’s hard but I’ll be with you the whole time. We will get through this together.”

You give him a meek “ok” to quell his nerves, but deep down you know that this wouldn’t work. You know what you have to do.

“Can you stay tonight?” you ask. This takes him off guard as you’ve never let him stay in the same room as you at night, worried you might hurt him.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asks, knowing his nightmares might set you off.

“No,” you sigh. “Sorry. Forget I ever asked. Goodnight Finnick”

“Goodnight”

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nemesis-writer · 6 months ago

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Five Minutes (Chapter 3)

Masterlist Let the Games Begin TW: mentions of blood, mental illness

The Waynes were waiting in agony for their first game. They were prepared to battle it together. But what they didn't know is that they each of them have to go through it alone.

In the Base...

I'm only known as Eurus in the underground world but my name shall always be (Y/N). I have built myself up all the way just to taste the blood in my hands. I was never gonna be the next Robin nor Batman, so why not create a name for my own.

I was able to send the letter for the first test for them, and have it sent anonymously. Now, I need to sleep as well.

I maybe a concierge of crime, but I also need to be with my baby.

At the Waynes'...

Everyone had to keep their eyes peeled and remain unflinching. Whenever there is a delivery or a package, there is always an inspection with x-rays in order to make sure that it's harmless.

They had to take extra precautions in order to prevent the exploitation of their identities, along with the ramifications of their 'stainless' reputation.

Until it was finally there...

The first game.

It had 'DAMIAN.' Written in capital letters, and in the notorious green color designed. Thanks Riddler.

The letter...

There's a child's life on the line Little Demon. If you try to pull anything, so here's a little riddle.

Here's a riddle based on Squid Game, Saw, and a basement:

'In shadows deep, where fear does grow, A game begins, you do not know. With each step forward, the danger nears, The stakes are high, and so are fears.

Twisted minds, with plans so sly, Trapped in a place where you can't ask why. A room cold, with echoes loud, Walls closing in, no escape allowed.

Through chains and locks, you struggle, fight, But only the brave can see the light. The clock is ticking, time is tight, Where are you now? What’s out of sight?'

"Bruce, what does this mean?", Damian wonders.

"Walls closing in? Trapped in a- Oh shit." Bruce cursed. It was an unusual sight for Bruce to curse since he was usually informed how barbaric it was by Alfred.

"It's a basement of an abandoned factory." Bruce stated.

"A bit more specific since there's like a hundred of them especially in Gotham." Jason says.

"Alright so I need everyone to split up and go through every abandoned factory and if anyone sees any sign of life or a clue then speak in the comms." Bruce commanded.

They all spread out one by one looking for the kid or at least a clue. Factory to factory, street to street, they searched high and low and even the most minute details weren't left out.

Until they finally found it.

The first clue.

"Guys I found the first clue, I'm in Bludhaven Street."yelled Dick.

Everyone rushed and reached the basement. It also showed an old, probably made in the 1900's, telephone. They were too eager to even notice the hidden security cameras.

Damian eagerly opened it and read:

'In a room so small, the walls feel tight, A game is set, but not of delight. No choice, no chance to run away, You must stay sharp and make your play.

The door is locked, the air is cold, Silent whispers of the truth untold. A puzzle waits, a test of mind, With every step, danger you’ll find.

Ticking sounds, a faint warning near, What’s hidden here is crystal clear. Almost there, the end in sight— But tread carefully, or face the night.'

'Room, ticking, no chance, locked door.' Bruce tries to think of it.

"A bomb in an apartment." Jason figured out and yelled. All the the sudden the phone starts to ring.

"Someone answer the phone," Cassandra yelled.

"You answer the fucking phone," Damian replied.

"This is your test Demon Spawn there is a kid on the line and more people with the kid." Jason retorts.

Damian reluctantly answered the phone and heard:

'Congratulations for the first game, Where blood will spill and none’s to blame. A twisted start, a sinister plot, A place where hope is soon forgot.

The faces cold, their eyes wide with fear, For every step, a fate draws near. No room for mercy, no chance to flee, In this cruel game, there’s no decree.

As the doors close, the lights grow dim, The air grows thick with a haunting hymn. A moment's silence, a final breath, The line between life and certain death.

Congratulations for the first game, But it’s too late now to place the blame. Tick-tock, tick-tock, it’s time to spin, Let the games begin.'

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alwayssassydreamer · 8 months ago

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The Boss' Daughter - Morning

Day 23 of Kikitober

Part 2, Part 3

A/N: i had no idea what i could name the father so you have to come up with something yourself whenever you read f/n sorry. Was supposed to be a one shot but it got so long that i had to split it into 3 parts.

Plot: you're the daughter of a famous underworld boss. After you've been taken by marines your father is willing to pay every price to whoever brings you back.

Warnings: swearing, reader is captured, nsfw, mention of bj/anal/p in v, voyeurism? MDNI 🔞⚠️

Characters: Kid x F!reader x Killer

Your father is a powerful and influential man in the underworld. Dealing with mighty weapons. To you he was a stranger, too absorbed in his business especially after your mother's death.

Honestly you didn't mind. Being your father's daughter had it's advantages. One of them being that no one dared to deny you any wish. The other was that you were able to be a menace without consequences.

Every fight, every mischief, every lie you told, even encounters with marines had absolutely no consequences for you. And you definitely enjoyed it.

The best thing about all this was that you were mostly seen as an innocent little girl depending on your fathers protection. When in truth you were quite the opposite.

You were taught how to fight with knives and guns and also how to strategically defeat your enemies without breaking a sweat or how you called it - manipulating others. The latter part was like your father said "the best way to win a war." and it turned out he was right with that.

Though you did enjoy all of the above the fact that you always had a watchdog near you frustrated you. You wished that just once you could go explore the surrounding without someone following you.

You tried and tried to convince him that there was no need of a bodyguard for you and that he should rather have them around himself instead.

"i can take care of myself and most people won't lay a finger on me anyways, they're too afraid of you" you reasoned. "Fine" was all he snapped probably being too fed up having this conversation.

Finally you were able to follow your dream - sail around the world and discover new islands. Alone. Enjoying your freedom.

The new freedom led to you being a pain in the marines ass. Taking full advantage of your father's power. Which the latter did not appreciate. But you didn't care until your first wanted poster appeared. Why the fuck would anyone put a bounty on your head? The odd thing about it was the only alive part.

You contacted your father with your den den mushi and the first thing he did when he picked up was yell at you and then yell at yousome more. You had no idea what his problem was, your bounty wasn't that high and again who would dare mess with a mighty underworld boss.

When you mentioned this he told you that there was a high chance that the world government was after his head. When you asked him why he bluntly told you that he had information that could lead to their downfall before waving you off to never talk about this again.

He thought it'd be better for you not to know everything. "I want you to come home! Now!" he scolded. For the first time you thought that maybe you should listen to him. You prepared to get a ship and sail home.

But who would have thought that you wouldn't get far - the marines already hot on your tracks.

The morning started just great after escaping some marine officers the day before, you were caught once again by others. Until they were defeated by the kid pirates who were now surrounding you. When did pirates start going after you. You were confused.

And now you stood there watching as the red haired pirate captain used his devilfruit to destroy the ship that belonged to the marines.

Eustass captain Kid and his first mate massacre soldier killer. Two members of the infamous worst generation. Though you've never met them before you were always eager to see the worst generation live in action, having heard many stories about them and seen their respectable bounties. All of them being higher than your own.

You had to admit that both, the massacre soldier and the captain, were impressiv strong with a rather attractive appearance.

But now was not the time to think about good looking men. You had to find a way out. You were glad that they fought the marines off so you didn't have to.

"Who do we have here" Captain kid asked in a low voice stepping closer to you.

"That's y/n, daughter of f/n(father name) the infamous underworld boss" Killer said standing right behind you. An evil grin spread across Kids face.

"Well looks like our lucky day. We only stopped to have some fun at the bar but this is even better"

He put his hand under your chin lifitng your head to make you look up at him. "Your father put up a nice price to whoever brings you back to him" Kid smirked moving his thumb along your jawline.

"How bout you get your filthy hands off me" you snapped looking him deep in the eyes as you pushed his hand away. A low laugh escaped his lips.

"You're a feisty little mouse. I'm gonna enjoy your company"

you started to weight down your options. Should you run? Or should you play along? If you run where will you go? You had no allies here nor a ship to get away.

Looking closely at the pirates you thought it'd be easier to play along. They seemed hotheaded and easy to manipulate. You thought it'd be kinda nice to have them do the fighting for you and you could use a ride home and some entertainment.

"Who said that I'm going to come with you" you teased smiling arrogantly.

"You think I'd let a chance like this slip" Kid nodded at Killer who grabbed your arm from behind you, holding you tight making it impossible to break free.

"Either come with us voluntarily or I'm going to make you" Kid growled his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath on your skin. You laughed. Confused faces looked at you.

"Think that's funny brat" Kid snapped jaw clenching.

"I do think it's funny that you believe you can handle me" you taunted feeling Killers grip tighten. At first you could see anger in Kids' eyes but it was replaced with a devilish smile.

"Don't worry, you're not the first brat that needed some extra attention." Well you didn't expect this answer nor the fact that it would make you blush slightly.

"But first we're going to the bar." Kid commanded making his crew cheer happily. Killer never let go of your arm fearing that the moment he did you'd run.

"You know i would really appreciate it if you'd let go of my arm"

"So you could run" Killer asked.

"No but I'm pretty sure you're leaving a bruise" you hissed but killer didn't care.

"Fine how about holding hands instead" he stopped his walk for a moment, his mask making it hard for you to figure out his expression.

You were sure that you had startled the blonde as he let go of your arm. Kid glancing over to you both. Before anyone could say something you let out a surprised gasp as you suddenly found yourself thrown over killers strong shoulder, cursing. Seems like your attempt to play with the massacre soldier failed.

"You were the one who wanted me to let go of your arm" Killer mocked. this time you didn't need to see his face to know that he had a smug smile on his face.

After a few minutes you reached the bar. Surprised that it's beef open at such an early hour. Once inside you realized that it only opened for the pirates and then saw why they were so eager to get there.. They were greeted by a bunch of beautiful women who immediatly approached them. They were obviously not only visiting because of the drinks.

Killer still refused to put you down. In the meantime most of the other crew members were already entertainig themselves with the women.

You pushed yourself a little off Killers shoulder to see what was going on when you spotted Kid talking to a beautiful young girl who was extremely smitten by the captain. Kid whispered in her ear making her giggle before the two of them walked upstairs. Killer following them.

"I thought you'd buy me a drink" you whined as you entered a room at the very end of the corridor.

"Maybe later. that's if you're going to be a good girl" Killer said finally putting you down.

"A good girl?" you repeated, questioning look on your face.

A low growl behind you made you jump. Kid was standing behind you next to a huge bed while the girl was kneeling on it.

"This young lady will show you how to be a good girl." Kid smiled shit eating grin on his face.

Killer pulled up a chair, placed it in front of the bed and pushed you on it. He grabbed your hands and tied them to the armrests. You started to panic a little. When a fistful of your hair was grabbed making your head tilt backwards.

"Better take a good look and pay attention" Killer hissed in your ear.

You did not want to watch how Kid was fucking this girl. Seriously why didn't they leave you at the bar. There you could at least get drunk. You moved nervously in your chair trying to free yourself but to no avail.

Next thing you saw was the girl taking off her clothes crawling over to Kid who was still standing next to the bed. She unbuckeld his belt and pulled down his pants along with his underwear and started to suck him off. Kid was moaning loudly. Every time you averted your gaze from the scene before you Killer grabbed your face and made you look.

After Kid reached his orgasm the girl was pushed back laying now on her back.

"Ready to join?" Kid asked and you swallowed body tensing. until you realized he wasn’t talking to you. Killer walked to the bed stopping right between you and the bed. he turned to face you before starting to strip down.

you didn't want to look but god was he hot. you could feel a blush on your face while a strong heat rushed through your body. Killer chuckled lowly. before getting on the bed grabbing the girl and yanking her closer to him. he pushed her face into the bed, lifted her hips and took hold of them before pushing his cock in her pussy.

once again you looked away. you could feel a wetness between your legs. fuck. this was not good. you didn't want them to now that this was turning you on. lost in your thoughts you completely forgot about Kid until he was standing next to you.

"Like what you see?" he asked running a finger over your arm. you shivered under his touch. he let out a devious chuckle.

"What's the point of this whole thing" you asked trying to sound as confident as possible, ignoring the sounds Killer and the girl made.

"This is what you get if you behave. if you let me take you back to your father without causing any trouble." Kid said circling around you like you were his prey.

"What makes you think that I'd want this" you blurted out a mix of anger and arousal building up inside you.

Kid stopped right in front of you placed both, his flesh and metal hand, over yours and leaned in. he was a little too close for your liking so you tried to shift away but you were trapped between the chair and his huge figure.

"You wanna tell me that you don't imagine yourself in her place"

"no".

out of nowhere he moved his flesh hand between your legs, fingers caressing your clothed core making you gasp.

"i think you're lying" he mocked in your ear. "Now keep watching"

The girl was a screaming, begging and panting mess when both of them fucked her at the same time. Kid in her ass, Killer in her pussy. even though you had your eyes shut your own arousal was increasing. desperately clenching your legs together. this was way too much for you to watch.

After all 3 of them reached their high they collapsed on the bed. you were glad that this was finally over. the girl took a few deep breaths before propping herself up on her elbows looking at you.

"What about you? Want me to take care of you?" she asked smiling warmly at you.

Both men now looked at you a curious look on their faces. Your body wanted to say yes but her head was quicker and said no.

"You sure?" the girl asked making her way to you. She ran her fingers over your thighs making you squeal. satisfied with your reaction she kept moving higher and higher.

you gave her a nasty look not wanting the pirates to see how desperate you were.

"that's enough" Kid suddelny said as both men put their clothes back on. Killer untied you and once again threw you over his shoulder.

"Let's get back to the ship"

What a great morning you thought sarcastically to yourself.

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crooked-wasteland · 8 months ago

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The court scene in hazbin leaks seemed empty .

Lute had no arguments, she was yelling in void, the seraphim and female stolas were just there waiting for plot to happen, Sera answer to anything lute saying was "shut up" literally, which isn't only unprofessional for a governor to do but also it helped at portraying lute as crazy hysterical woman no one respect without the presence of her man.

If hazbin hotel was really interested in discussing the concept of good and evil then here's the right moment, we could take this scene as opportunity to talk about the the justice, lute should represent the concept of the justice is inflexible only bound to the rules that kept people safe for decades . her arguments is that they are currently in war with hell and they can't let a sinner in might be dangerous he might attend some harm upon them or play the role of spy for the morningstars . Emily or stolas-evil-twin or anyone, will represent the concept that there's no justice without mercy and rules should have an exception for cases like this their argument is his sin didn't come from malicious place but rather from a genuine fear so is his act of redemption and therefore we have right to assume that his soul is inherently good and he attends no harm and we should welcome him in heaven .

And I remember a saying in writing goes like :"write an argument where everyone seems to win"(I forgot the actual quote) and I think this one of the scene where we should apply that in order for scene to have a depth

I agree, except on the account of Lute's argument being pointless. Unfortunately, you need the other leak of Seraph talking to Able and the one of Vox to grasp the points being made.

Major spoilers incoming!

The argument Lute makes in the courtroom is nonsensical because we were never given the information. At the start of the season, Charlie has a fairytale book of her parents and it mentions Lilith using music to rally demons against heaven. Vox says this explicitly in a reminder lore dump of 12 whopping seconds that Lilith was prepared to go to war with Heaven before vanishing.

So there's that aspect of the world we never had mentioned or hinted at in the main series. It would have actually helped a lot with incorporating Lilith's army waiting for her in Happy Day in Hell. It also could have been tied back to Rosie and her cannibals. Maybe hinting at the Rosie and Lilith connection more appropriately, or at least opening the idea that Lilith had an army waiting on her still.

Additionally, Seraph mentions how Hell will "want revenge". So even if Hell wasn't a threat before, her greenlighting a genocide is going to make peace a relative impossibility. It's inevitable for Hell to fight back, so now Heaven has to figure out if they will risk their own safety by ending the cullings, or continue and admit they are oppressors keeping Hell weak intentionally. It would make the suggestion of redemption unappealing, regardless of being possible.

But the issue the series will have to patch over is the idea that Sinners would want to be redeemed if it wasn't for Heaven's yearly census shaving. The conflict in the pilot was that Sinners wouldn't want to be redeemed. The exorcists were actually a believable motivation for why anyone would even consider redemption when you have the right to suffer and cause suffering forever in Hell. The issue of the Sinners' immortality questioning how the show is going to believably instill the idea that the discomfort of staying the same is going to outweigh the discomfort of change. And the exorcists seem, frankly, necessary to maintain the pressure on Hell to give Charlie a chance. Meanwhile, maintaining a genocide is going to turn away people who are probably good at their core. The pressure of being oppressed will leave them nowhere to go and without options that don't in some way contradict their own values.

So the story is actually focused on the major plot issue for once. However it isn't staying there. Then we have to remember the sneak peek Medrano shared of Baxter and how the concept of Redemption at all is what is being challenged. Not if Redemption is desirable. So that is where the two sides of the story lose cohesion. Honestly, the Heaven storyline will be far stronger than the story taking place amongst the actual main characters. And between the Baxter/Alastor/Lute reveals, I'm wondering what time there is left to even tell any story about the main character. Once again, we're looking at too many plot threads not being given enough time to expand.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop criticism #spindlehorse critical #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #asked and answered

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blackbat05 · 9 months ago

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Jason Todd x Library Assistant! Reader

Plot: Your week has been difficult and the emotions start to pile up on you. Luckily, Jason has the perfect plan for a Friday evening self-care.

Genre: PG-13, Comfort

A/N: Wrote this one shot when I should have been sleeping🤡 The week has not been the easiest and you know my style… writing to release the steam. I hope you still enjoy and that it brings some sort of comfort if you’re struggling as well. Reblogs appreciated!

This week was really not it.

You were almost reaching the end of the week, where you could taste the sweetness of a Friday when shit had to hit the fan.

First, the kids weren’t listening to you as you tried to conduct story time. You tried to be assertive and authoritative as possible but frustrating was only the one word out of many that you had at the end of the day.

The next day wasn’t any better as you had to sit through a meeting that left a bitter taste on your tongue. You felt eyes on you as you walked around the campus but tried to keep your head up high.

Then, it happened.

You had to stop an actual physical fight in the library.

Unsuccessfully should be the prerogative word.

Teachers came out of the staff room like bees attracted to honey- or screaming in this case and you had never felt more embarrassed. Still, you had a job to do. Reporting and crowd control.

The aftermath wasn’t pretty. You kept trying to tell yourself that the suggestions were out of goodwill. But it didn’t help when you kept replaying it in your head and they sounded uglier by the second. As if it was directed at you and your incompetence.

It took a lot to squash down your anxiety and insecurity to back where it rightfully belonged. But you were valid to be upset at the injustice you were facing. You wished you had quicker comebacks at the remarks instead of a weak defense that only made you sound like you were just making excuses.

No. You had to be strong, you had to believe that you were doing the right thing all this while. The air felt thick again and you were glad when school ended and you could leave earlier on a Friday.

As you head down the stairs, you see a familiar motorbike parked next to the security guard post and a mop of black hair with a tinge of white.

“Jason!” You waved happily as you reached the bottom.

“Hey princess.” He opens his arms for a hug which you gladly accept. “Looks like I got here in time.”

“You have no idea.” You groan into his chest, earning a chuckle from him.

Waving goodbye to Sam, the friendly guard, the two of you prepare to set off on his bike and straight into the weekend.

The ride was everything you needed. The gust of fresh air was a much welcome reprieve. Suddenly, the emotions from the week start to swell in your chest and you fight the urge to cry by leaning further into Jason’s back.

“Let it out!” Jason yells to make himself heard over the howling wind as you zoom across the expressway. “You’ll feel better!”

So you do. You let your tears run even if it means you’ll probably look like a puffy eyed demon when you reach your destination.

It wasn’t easy, coming to this point of your job. You knew how hard you had to fight for everything that you had achieved so far. You made sure to not make the same mistakes and all was going well.

That is why you absolutely hated the fact that this week had rattled you very badly that it dredged up old wounds.

Blinking away your tears, the bike slows down and you find yourself in front of a Korean Restaurant that you’ve always wanted to visit.

“You’re too good to me.” You thanked Jason, still riding high on all the emotions. But you didn’t care about putting them on display because Jason was the only one who knew and understood what you were feeling.

“I did nothing.” Jason is modest and guides you inside the restaurant, ready for a sumptuous and hearty meal of spicy stew.

As you wait for the pot to boil, Jason looks at you through the rising steam as you recount to him your week. He doesn’t interrupt, making the right reactions at the appropriate times.

“You did everything you could. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” Jason says as you finish. “I wasn’t there but you sounded really badass.” He tries to lift the mood, earning a small smile from you even though you don’t say anything.

Jason frowns. “What did your boss say?”

“She said that it was beyond my control and I did everything that I could.” You sigh. “But maybe they’re right. I have to be stricter than these incidents will stop happening.”

“Then, it’s settled.” Jason is firm. “You’re not at fault. Did you do what Macy did the last time?” He asks, referring to your recent librarian and supervisor who left the job to go to Spain with her family.

“Yeah. I didn’t want to change it too drastically.” You respond and Jason nods as if all this was logical.

“Exactly. You did what she’s supposed to do. You’re continuing what she is doing. And if anyone has any smart-ass opinions, tell them to take it up to management themselves instead of directing their anger at the wrong place.” Jason becomes more heated by the second and you can’t help but to be a little amused by this. You’re grateful for a loyal best friend like him.

“I’m serious! If this happened previously before you came, then it’s not on you.” Jason insists. “And! Where was the help when you needed it! Do more fights have to happen before you get reinforcements?” He rattles off, taking a big gulp of water from the cup.

“Thanks Jaybird.” You take his bowl and pour some stew in. “I knew I could count on you to be on my side.”

“Always. Besides, you couldn’t do any wrong.”

You laughed, taking a sip of the comforting stew that instantly made your worries go away for that moment.

“But I’m serious.”

“About what?” You ask.

“That you’re doing a great job.” Jason states. “Not because I’m trying to humor you,” he clarifies. “I think you’ve went out of your way to try to fill that empty gap as much as possible for these kids. Considering what you went through back then, you could have just taken a back seat.”

As Jason’s encouragement spills out from the bottom of his heart, you realized that was all you needed. That despite shitty moments, someone told you that you did your best, and that was all that mattered.

“So don’t think about it too much alright? At least not tonight. Because we are going to have the best meal of our lives!” Jason declares, ordering a soju bomb. You protest at that but he waves the concerns away, mischievously waving a black credit card which you could only assume belonged to one person.

“Only for my best girl.” He grins, offering to clink glasses with you. “To being your biggest supporter and shitting on shit people!” He raises his voice, earning some stares from other patrons, causing you to giggle.

“Cheers! To trusting myself and not listening to shit people!”

Jason roars with delight at your loose lipped declaration and pours you another drink, continuing the carefree evening with good food, good laughter and the best company.

Yeah, you were going to be okay.

#jason todd #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 7 months ago

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Cruella De Vil x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Cruella always demands you show her your outfit before you go anywhere in public with her, so she can dictate whether you change or not before she's seen with you.

Today you refuse.

Warnings: Degradation, control issues, yelling, poking the bear, bratty behaviour, etc. Cruella is a mean, controlling mommy with explosive tendencies. But what did you expect. Also reader is... a bit of a brat and into it.

As soon as you turned up in her office, ready to go out to the function Cruella invited you to, you do not want to show her your outfit. Every single time she takes you somewhere, she always has you take off your coat and do a turn for her- and she decides whether you have to change or not. And of course... usually, your outfit's all wrong and she just has to pick something better for you. You think she just likes treating you like a barbie doll.

Cruella De Vil; A stressful, controlling, maniac woman. Its a wonder how you put up with her. How you actually like her.

Tonight though, you're really not in the mood for it; You just want to get this ball over with and get into bed. So, you tighten the knot around your waist holding your coat securely around your body and immediately stretch at the door to reach hers for her off the ornate hook. "We should get going now. We don't want to be late, like last time- Shit."

That was the wrong thing to say. That was the W R O N G thing to say. You knew it the moment you said it. The only reason you were late last time, after all, was because Cruella made you change. And you just reminded her of it. Wincing, you gently pull her coat up and off the hook. Lower your heels to the ground again.

When you peak at her, she's still behind her desk. She hasn't made a single move to get up. A sketchbook still sits open in front of her and a red marker is still between two fingers, the knuckles of which are pressed against her right temple; expecting. She raises a perfect thin eyebrow at you, her eyes as sharp as the talons securely glued to her red silk gloves. "... Well?? What are you wearing?"

"A dress." You tell her, stern. Determined not to do the stupid dance she insists upon. What are you? A teenager? Her sycophantic little intern? No. "Its blue. Pretty. Now lets go- "

She rolls her eyes, sighing. "Oh darling, lets not waste anymore time then we will already when the pretty little dress you chose out of that pitiful little single-door closet of yours is inevitably horrible. Now take off the coat."

"There's nothing wrong with my clothes! I can pick them myself!" You cross your arms tightly over your chest. "And I'm not changing."

At this, the blatant disobedience you were expressing, her eyebrows creep all the way up her forehead. A faint, disbelieving grin tickles at one corner of her lips like a ghost. "... oh?"

Its a dangerous 'oh'. An 'oh' that leads you to believe she wants to hear more of this from you. Its the 'oh' before you say something dumb, and she tears you apart with her words and you end up taking off your coat for her, feeling lousy and full of hot shame.

... but you were prepared for this when you walked in. You knew there wasn't even a sliver of a real chance that you would get her out the door before she remembered to check your clothes. You knew their would be a fight. So instead, you don't say another word. You just look back at her, arms crossed, a stony look on your face. A silent, stubborn yes. You heard me, crazy lady.

Cruella's eyes narrow and the shimmer of a smile dissipates into a nasty scowl, no longer amused at you. "Take... off... the coat."

You cant help the stupid, horny part of your brain from flickering to life at her being mad at you. After all, you like her for a reason. And its not because she's such a sane, comforting person to be around. But you do your best to ignore it. Or what? "No."

For a moment she manages to smooth out her expression, but you're no fool. You know the crazy bitch. And you can clearly see the hailstorm roaring behind wide, 'innocent', blue eyes. "... Darling, it is a Friday evening and I don't particularly want to go to this stupid party at all, but I have to. So be a good girl for me, hm?" When her voice suddenly raises, you're expecting it. That doesn't mean you don't still flinch. "-And take. off. that bloody coat!"

"No!" Make me.

"For gods sake, if you cant listen then you're going straight home. Do you want that??"

Yes. What are you gonna do about it?

... but you don't want to let her down. Fuck. In the end, you want to support her. You give a sigh, and you're about to say as much- tell her you'll do whatever she wants but you're going to talk about this later- when she says something that stops you in your tracks. Changes your mind immediately.

"Or are you just a filthy brat??? Hm??? Respond. Or are you dumb, too?"

Oh fuck.

Your crumbled resolve pulls together again, and you straighten your shoulders, raising your chin. "... You know what?" Promptly, you drop her coat on the ground. Watch her eyes flick down to where her very expensive fur now lays crumpled on the floor, disbelief written all over her face. "Maybe. What are you going to do about it?"

#l o o k... i tried.#lets call it a warm up.#Cruella De Vil x Reader Drabble #Cruella De Vil x Reader #Cruella De Vil #Disney Villains #Drabble

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jaymoriarty-knight · 4 months ago

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"The pit of despair!?" Scott sounded horrified.

Erik nodded, "yes, the Pit of Despair. It sounds worse than it is."

"I don't know, it was pretty bad," Charles frowned at Erik.

"It isn’t like what you went through with... well, we'll just tell the story." Erik squeezed Charles’s hand.

Sebastian tied Charles’s wrists and ankles together once they had returned to Sebastian's ship. He didn't want to allow Charles the opportunity to escape.

Azazel took Erik to the Pit of Despair via teleportation. He locked Erik in a cold stone room. The machine wasn't quite ready yet. Erik paced, anxious about what could be happening to Charles with his absence.

Charles himself was being prepared for the wedding. His wedding clothes were being prepared while he was locked in his chambers. Charles felt awful. He was worried about Erik. He spent most of his time curled up in bed, crying or trying not to. He hardly slept.

When Sebastian checked on Charles he was curled in bed, facing the wall.

"Charles, my darling," Sebastian entered without asking. "Our wedding is in two days. I must ask you to join me for dinner."

"No. I don't feel like eating." Charles didn't move.

"You will join me for dinner. I am not asking. We are to be married, you will join me."

Charles sat up and glared at Sebastian. "I don't care what you want. You stole my love from me."

"Hardly. He was poor and foolish. You'll never see him again, so don't bother wasting your time." Sebastian snapped.

Charles launched himself to his feet, getting in Sebastian's face. "I don't love you. I will never love you. I love Erik. I will marry you because I have no choice but I don’t love you."

Sebastian grabbed Charles's wrist and dragged him out of the room. Charles protested and fought, but Sebastian was physically stronger than Charles is. Sebastian dragged Charles to the banquet hall. He used his strength to throw Charles into a chair. Charles's leg was still injured and he fell into the corner of the table, his temple instantly splitting and bleeding.

Charles twisted and looked up at Sebastian in horror. "Sebastian—"

"I gave you the choice to come willingly."

Charles pressed a hand to the spot that was bleeding. "I told you...I'll marry you. There’s no need for this."

"I have business to attend to. Eat or don't. I expect you to be present and conscious for our ceremony. And I expect you to complete your marital duties."

Sebastian stormed out of the room, leaving Charles on the floor.

Meanwhile, in the Pit of Despair, Azazel was hooking Erik up to the Machine. Erik did his best to fight back, but it was difficult without a weapon against an opponent who can teleport. Erik's metal kinesis was useless. Whatever the Machine was made of, he couldn't feel it. And the straps holding him down were leather and rope.

Erik was squirming against his confines when Sebastian stormed in.

"Turn it on," Sebastian instructed Azazel. "His beloved is being a fool. As I cannot take it out on Charles just yet, I must take it out on him."

"What have you done to Charles?" Erik yelled, struggling harder against his bonds and searching the room for any metal he could use.

"Gag him." Sebastian instructed Azazel again.

Azazel nodded and found some cloth, which he shoved into Erik’s mouth, tying the rest around the back of his head. Erik attempted to bite Azazel, with no success.

Azazel clipped the suction cups to Erik’s body ensuring they were secure before moving to the controls of the Machine. Erik felt the first rise of fear as Azazel cranked the Machine on. Erik didn’t start screaming, but his whole body convulsed with agonized pain.

Sebastian glared at Erik as Azazel turned the Machine off. "It works then Azazel?"

Azazel nodded. "That was merely the first level. It would be much worse on a higher setting."

"Test it further on him. I must go see to my husband."

"Check his wellness or plot his murder?" Azazel asked, tail swishing.

"Both," Sebastian replied coldly.

@cherikdogfood @star-lights-up

#charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #cherik #princess bride x cherik

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sunraies · 9 months ago

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This will contain spoilers for OBX4 Part 1. Ep4 used the most. Other plot lines missed out.

She's so gone

Pogue Reader. Hints of Rafe Cameron.

Warnings- Violence, animal cruelty, blood, mentions of drugs.

JJ Maybank's sister isn't the quite, sweet girl she was 18 months ago.

Just a little background as hard to explain/cover in a one-shot :

Y/N Maybank nicknamed May, MayB or MB

JJ Maybank's sister. (Obx 4 spoiler, you can chose if biological, Luke's or someone else's)

Naturally shy, kind and caring. Loves to read and enjoys nature and the beach. Quietest out of the Pogues.

Changed during the 18 months JJ and the Pogues were away, treasure hunting and fighting for their lives.

I may chose to do more with this nicknamed Y/N character if people enjoy her. Sorry if I'm rusty and seems rushed had this idea after finishing part 1.

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The last 18 months had been hell on earth to put it lightly. While your brother and his friends were off finding treasure and as you found out from all the details later, fighting to survive, you were left behind. Left with no father, brother and friends to try and keep the only home you knew. You literally worked until your fingers and feet bled. Taking cleaning jobs around the Cut and Figure Eight, working as many hours as possible at the Country Club taking any shift they had going from lifeguarding and golf carting to bartending and waiting. Anything to keep your roof over your head, hoping the people you loved would be home soon.

Things turned darker when you got so desperate you used some of Luke's contacts to make money. It started small selling a few stolen pills to dealing using many cleaning jobs as a cover. You were almost caught by Shoupe a few times but he seemed to go easy on you, thinking you were still the grade A student, polar opposite sister of JJ Maybank. Before things got too serious the person to help pull you out was the last person anyone would expect, Rafe Cameron. Why he helped you was unclear but after many months of denying his help, you finally accepted having received a busted lip on a deal gone wrong. The money he loaned you save your home for a little while.

An odd friendship formed between the pair of you but never went any further as before it could the Pogues returned home, with life changing treasure and the news of Ward Cameron and Big John Routledge's death.

Rafe closed himself off to you and you had to go on like nothing happened.

Life got easier and so good with your family's return. They brought your home and land. Poguelandia was re-created and you got a taste of the paradise they had created on the island they told you all about.

After building the paradise. You helped run the shop, organised JJ's charters, helped Kie in the garden and kept the bills and books in check with Pope. You got to be your old self again, spending days relaxing, reading in the sun and enjoying the company of your loved ones.

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It had happened a few times over that summer, a storm over the Atlantic hundreds of miles away sent ripples right over the pond. Having grown up on the Outerbanks you told tell, you could hear it the moment you woke up. The flags on the roof and in the yard sung a perfect sympathy with the gulls flying over head.

"We're going to the beach!" You heard JJ yelled through your open window, the tell tell sounds of John B slapping him out of happiness confirmed the feeling in your bones. "Wakey-wakey everybody!"

It didn't matter what you had planned that day, it changed to hitting the brake. No matter what, everyone would stop. It was one time the whole island came together. That perfect summer swell.

"Yeah, baby, now that's the perfect swell. It's probably the best of the year" JJ howled as he checked his phone, tracking the swell making sure the broads were ready and prepared in time to hit the best waves.

Everyone woke with the tingle in their bodies and happy buzz of that beach day. You happily lounged in the hammock while the others prepped their boards. Planning to read on the beach as the others surfed.

Pope had decided not to join causing outrage. Sarah sat up quickly in the swinging chair and you almost toppled out of the hammock. "There'll be other swells. Someone's gotta keep the shop open"

"Pope. That's like saying there's other pizza to eat all right?" JJ exclaimed "like come on, now. You serious?"

"Wow" Kie sighed "Listen to your earth mother, Pope. She's like begging you to surf."

"I think my earth mother is telling me to maximise our intel" Pope wasn't having any of it. "The shop needs running as someone bet our tax fund" He glared at JJ who ignored him.

"Mines tell me to maximise the swell" Kie argued, looking for support.

"Wanna maximise this beach day?" John B looked at Sarah who agreed.

"I wanna maximise this tan" Sarah smiled before turning to you "May? Maximise beach day?"

"I'm gonna maximise this book" you waved your book bag having stood closer to Kie who hummed. They knew you wouldn't get in the surf but never missed beach day.

"Okay, everyone have fun maximising" Pope shrugged. "Cleo texted to say she's collecting bait, someone's gotta sale it"

"Lame. Tell her we're closed" Kie frowned

"Pope, hey, hey, rule number one, Pope, is no working on a swell day." JJ said, desperately trying to stop him as John B wrapped an arm over his shoulder.

"Rule number one" You echoed as Pope looked your way. Having worked the books with him, you knew the shop was sinking but didn't have the heart to tell the others yet. Pope still deserved a day off through but you understood why he was so adamant.

"Someone's gotta do this. If we want to keep business going" Pope shrugged "catch a nasty one for me" He smiled at a broken hearted looking JJ.

"I can stay, I can read while on the till" You offered but Pope shock his head.

"Go enjoy the sand, MayB" He smiled wrapping an arm over your shoulders before kissing your temple.

They all knew how much you worked while they were away but not the dealing side of things. You deserve a beach day, they'd seen a slight change in you but didn't talk to you about it. Taking whatever details of your time alone you'd give them.

Being in the Twinkie, cruising along the coastal road with the music blaring felt like home. Kie smiling happily while an excitable JJ disturbed John B and Sarah in the front.

"Look, John B" JJ grinned pointing over him "Look out there"

You laughed with Kie and Sarah as John B covered his eyes and pushed him backwards, causing JJ to flop over you and Kie.

"May, did you see!? The waves were huge" He grinned boyishly up at you as he held his arms wide, the size of the waves.

"Yeah J, I saw" you smiled softly down at him.

As soon as the Twinkle hit the sand, JJ slide the door open and happily ran his hands in sand while John B let her roll to a stop. Everyone laughed as they soaked up the sun. You laughed as John B almost hit JJ over the head with the umbrella.

"Half-baked Poguelandia" John B sighed as Sarah chuckled "its gonna be great"

Once everything was set, you happily flopped into a chair identical to JJ's, a matching set you had since he was 3.

Kie adjusted the umbrella for you before wrapping you in a back hug "all set, MayB. We'll miss you out there"

"Hey, beach bag guard has always been my duty" You leaned back into her, laughing as the chair wobbled you both "you guys catch the waves while I stay on dry land"

"Let's get those boards off!" JJ hurried over to the van while the roars of jeeps took over the peaceful sounds of the beach.

"Oh boy" John B sighed

"What?" JJ asked distracted by the boards.

The mood suddenly dropped as Kook jeeps rolled closer in a convoy.

"You're joking" Sarah muttered clearly annoyed

"Don't stop" JJ sighed while Kie shook her head "anywhere but here"

You all watched as Topper cruised by at the front. They clearly spotted your group as a random Kook called out look. Stopping a small distance away.

"Oh, you're joking. Of course, they stop here" Kie sighed, her thoughts out loud."Why wouldn't they? When there's a whole beach"

"We were here first," Sarah pouted. "So lame" she walked back towards Twinkie, unable to look at them as John B stared at Topper, unloading his fancy board.

"Let's go, Baby," you heard Rafe yell as he jumped out the back of Top's truck. You hadn't seen him in months. Your heart jumped a little before plummeting as Sofia cuddled into his side. You'd hear rumors but hadn't seen them together yet.

"Oh, great, my brothers here" Sarah sighed as Rafes eyes scanned the beach and your group before they locked in on you.

"Kie, don't worry, he's not getting near you" JJ confirmed her as you all knew about the boat incident. "I can guarantee that"

You wished the promise of protection was to you too but they didn't know, you hadn't told them of your betrayal. The life line you took from Rafe. The reason the house and land was still there to buy in the first place.

"Hey, ya'll. John B" JJ called from the top of the Twinkie "Sunshines coming"

You broke eye contact with Rafe, adjusting your shades, placing the book in your lap to watch Topper approach. You watched as Sarah whispered warnings to John B, most likely telling him not to bite if Topper provoked him.

They seemed tense but ended civilly as John B walked back to your group. You rolled your eyes as some dumb Kook yelled, "Go home Pogues" like they owned the beach.

Things seemed to go smoothly after that. The Pogues happily caught the waves. You jumped up cheering as Sarah successfully rode a big swell in. "YEAH GIRL!" You cheered, picking up her towel while she was briefly stop by Kelce and Topper.

As she walked over you noticed Sofia saying something to Rafe, but he swigged his beer and shook his head.

"You ok?" You asked Sarah as she thanked you for her towel and flopped next to you.

"I'm good" She breathed before looking away from the Kooks "I just wished he'd stop staring over here"

You nodded as you noticed Rafe watching you two. Was he looking at you or Sarah?

"Hey, forget it" You hummed handing her a can out the cooler "he probably doesn't know....." You stopped as Sarah raised an eyebrow. 'How to talk to you after everything' you wanted to finish but instead said "he's probably plotting. You know crazy Kook shit"

Sarah let out breathy laugh "you sound like JJ. Kook conspiracy!"

Sarah dozed next to you as you read but you found it hard to focus, re reading the same line as Rafe kept looking over. You were reading a sentence for the 5th time when you heard yelling from the water. Sarah sat up just in time for you both to witness JJ poach Topper, sending him toppling into the waves as JJ rode to the swallows.

The Kooks yelled at him, including Rafe, before he flipped him the bird, and JJ shrugged, making you and Sarah, even though it clearly broke whatever peace had been created. "Well, that didn't last long" you sighed

The peace seemed to stay for the rest of the afternoon. A few pity poaching and pushing out of the waves happened but it didn't amount to anything. You helped Sarah and John B load the Twinkie as JJ and Kie got the last of the boards on the top.

"Guys! There's a turtle hatch!" Kie gasped, rushing over to the moving sand. You all hurried after her.

"Holy shit! Look at these little nuggets!" John B smiled as baby turtles emerged.

"They're so little!" Sarah made little movements with her hands

"Adorable!" You smiled

"Wait, guys, give them some space. Don't touch them" Kie warned after her excitement.

"Wait, we gotta make a path, right?" John B asked

"Yeah, clear the way" JJ exclaimed before starting to make a part towards the shoreline.

"We gotta clear these footprints" Kie instructed. "Sarah, MayB, keep the gulls off"

"I don't see any!" Sarah spread her arms wide, looking up before wobbling. You caught her laughing before helping shield the baby turtles.

"A turtle highway!" JJ exclaimed.

"Follow the turtle highway. Come kids" Sarah happily called out to them, and John B joked he was their human daddy leading them to the ocean-ocean

"Go on, babies." you smiled before looking at Kie, who was smiling widely, over the moon to see a hatch and that you were all helping her. The turtles and saving the ocean was her dream, and this was a part of it. If this hatch made it, all of them with your help they had a 50% better chance.

Just as you looked back down at them, something fast moving along the beach caught your eye "guys" you muttered before the revving got louder "guys!"

"Hey!" Kie jumped up quickly waving her arms as she saw the jeep too. You both desperately waved your arms to stop whoever it was. All of you started waving and yelling

"Hey stop!"

"Stop!"

"There's a hatch!"

"Yo Stop"

"Go around!"

They didn't stop. If anything, whoever was behind the wheel accelerated more. You and Kie stood your ground till the last second, diving and tumbling out of the way before you could be hit. JJ desperately looked around, seeing Sarah had Kie, he helped you up, checking you over for any injuries. "Shit, you good?"

You hummed and nodded before he ran over to Kie checking on her.

"Fucking Assholes" Kie frowned, looking at the babies. The revving started again "Oh hell no!"

She stood in the path of the jeep again this time, all five of you stood together, yelling from them to stop. Again, they didn't, making you all jump out of the way. Kie got hit with a drink as the Kook you recognised as Ruthie drove by.

As the others checked on Kie, you looked over that the Kooks hollering and cheering. Noticing Rafe and Sofia not joining in. If anything, Sofia looked disgusted. Did they feel bad for watching you almost get run over? You hadn't spoken to Sofia much, but she always seemed kind. She clearly didn't belong in a good way.

Kie's gasp and cry of "no no no no" broke you out of your thoughts. Looking down at her kneeling in the sand, you noticed a murdered baby turtle in her hands. The tiny broken shell. Kie whimpered and remained for a moment before suddenly standing up and heading for the overly happy group.

"Stay here" she said before walking away. JJ ran after her as John B held Sarah back before calling out to you, but you didn't listen.

"Kie, I know I'm the last to say this. But not today" JJ tried to stop her.

"I don't care" Kie bluntly responded

"Kie, we need to be smart about this" you said softly.

"I don't care" she repeated

"No. All right" JJ sighed "Just we are little outnumber in this situation. Let's jus-"

"I don't care!" She snapped at him, looked at the both of you.

"Here she comes!" Topper called out "on a warpath. Get ready!" Ruthie smugly stood beside him as everyone watched Kie with you and JJ behind her to see what would happen.

"Look what you did" Kie held out the baby turtle. "Is this OK?" Ruthie smug ass look dropped suddenly glancing at the baby before looking away.

"No, look at it!" Kie urged."You drove right over it! there was a turtle hatch, you idiots!" Everyone looked uncomfortable.

"I understand your upset, Kiara." Topper tried some conflict resolution bullshit.

"No, I'm more than upset, Topper" Kie snapped at him.

"All right but it was only one" Ruthie sighed pointing back towards John B and Sarah "I mean look there's so many more of them" she shrugged like it was nothing "what a hatch is like 100 turtles? Most of them don't make it anyway"

"Yeah, it's like 1 in 1000" Topper added, like stating the facts Kie knew would help.

"Hey, you know what? You should so throw that to the seagulls. " Ruthie taunted "cycle of life, right?"

"Cycle of life!" Kie pushed her back, causing her to cry out in shock, and Topper jumped in to protect her "getting flatten by a truck is not the cycle of life!"

JJ got between Topper and Kie holding him away from her as some Kook held up her phone. Ruthie got close to Kie, "Your move, Kie." She clearly felt protected by her friend recording. "What you gonna do?"

"I would just walk away. We are not going this today" Topper warned JJ and Kie. No one was really paying attention to you. You were JJ's quite, sweet sister.

"There is something seriously wrong with you people!" Kie yelled at them before turning around and pushing a speaker over.

"Come on, Kie" You said softly, putting an arm around her, which she shrugged off.

"Yeah, that's right! Get back to your side, Kie!" Ruthie yelled. You glared back at them, pausing between Kie walking away and JJ staying.

"If you touch her, or any of us ever again. I'll come back and kill every single one of you" JJ threatened.

"Was that a threat?" Ruthie gasped as someone called out they had JJ on video.

"Come on" He said softly to you as you continued to watch Ruthie, blood bubbling away under the surface.

"Always knew he'd end up like his daddy" Ruthie muttered, clinging to Topper like some poor victim. You caught what she said and saw red.

Before anyone knew what was happening, your fist connected with Ruthies' nose. A horrific crack broke the stunned silence. Blood poured from her nose as she cried out. You shook your hand out, not sure if the crack was your knuckles, her nose, or both.

"You dare speak of my family again" You seethed "and it will be more than just your nose. TURTLE MURDERING BITCH"

Chaos broke out as Topper went for you, JJ pushed him away as he broke out of his shock. John B sprinted over as Kelce took as swing for JJ. Shockingly, Rafe got between the four of them.

"Get the fuck out of here!" He yelled at JJ and John B "get her and go!"

JJ scribbled over to you, grabbing you arm and pulling you away "Holy shit, holy shit" He muttered "what the fuck? How the-" He was stunned just as much as everyone else.

"We have that on video?! Right?!" Ruthie cried, holding a towel to her nose, but her friend shook her head, having stopped when JJ and you started to walk away. She'd only caught the aftermath.

Back the Twinkle, Sarah held your hand, checking the bruising and broken knuckles. "You got a serious swing there, May"

"Well, J taught me" you shrugged.

"I taught you for emergency situations!" He ran a hand through his hair."That was not an emergency!"

"She looked too smug" You said sighing softly.

"Yeah, now we gotta deal with Shoupe" JJ sighed, knowing he'd probably already been called. The death threat was bad enough.

"May, hasn't got a record. She'll be fine" Kie said "but girl, you did what I wanted to do!"

"Plus Shoupe hasn't had to deal with MayB before. She's normally covering your messes. " John B pointed out calming JJ a bit.

"Um, yeah. Kinda not the first time" you muttered.

"WHAT?!" JJ and John B yelled, John B slammed the breaks in shock, bringing the Twinkie to a sudden stop just outside Poguelandia where blue lights flushed.

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