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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER ELEVEN

Its here! and we have one more chapter left after this! I'm sorry it took me so long to post this, its been a busy few weeks but ta-da! DT Chapter 11 here to serve you! I'm really sorry this isn't proofread, I had every intentions to do so but with the constant delay, I just wanted to get this to you once I finished the chapter. So pls enjoy and just ignore the mistakes. This is about 15 pages long on word, so get your popcorn out. Also, DT masterlist up to date, I will go back and hyperlink the chapters at the bottom like i did with SE7EN...eventually.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of murder, mentions of a serial killer targeting young girls/women, step-cest, unprotected smut, implications of family troubles, family past, mentions of unwanted procedures and forced treatments, cursing, i think that's it. Also this isn't proofread, sorry, but i wanted to get this to you guys and not delay anymore than I already have.

The next morning, you woke in a hazy state as you slowly lifted your stomach from the bed. Still nude, you recollect your thoughts as to what your mind could last recall, when it suddenly dawned on you.

………….

“………Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy/nnnnnnnnnn.”

…………

Their deep voices echo in your ears, their taunting tone was all you could remember hearing before passing out from the intensity of overstimulation and soreness, all of which was still present in between your legs as you shit position and sat on the edge of the bed. 

The door gently clicks open from behind, and you hear Heeseung enter. 

“Good morning princess.” You feel the slight drop on the bed from his receiving weight as he kneels and crawls over to you. Cradling you to his chest, he rests each leg around you, his body cupping you entirely as he wraps his arms around your breasts, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Hungry?”

You nod faintly as you rub your eyes. Noting your beclouded state, he gently moves the pieces of hair away from your face while his fingers tap your breast, slightly pinching your areola. “Heejeong is making breakfast…” licking your ear, he tenderly creates a path of small kisses along your cheek. “Come down.” 

You nod in obedience, standing as he remains seated to appreciate the view in the undercarriage of both, your rear cheeks and breasts. Before you walk over to the dresser, you feel his hands copping a feel of your derrière, followed by a light smack. “Heeseung!” You yelp out as you lightly skip a few steps away, giggling your way to the first drawer. You snap back to catch his eye drifting up and down as he admires your body, a half smirk forms when he notices your gaze in return. 

Raising his brows as he bites his lip, he leans back, resting against his extended forearms while his legs remain over the edge of the bed, spread wide open. “You better stop looking at me like that…might just do something about it while Heejeong finishes up downstairs.”

You would have gladly welcomed the invitation had it not been the throbbing pain that became a constant reminder of yesterday's event. 

“Baby…I’m really sore after yesterday. Can I get a little break?” 

“Aww…my poor girl worn out?” Leaning further back, he stretches his arms and bends his elbows, interlocking his fingers together as he rests his head on his palms. Gently swinging his thigh in and out, you watch as his long legs go in and out of the widespread position, practically making your mouth water as you admire his crotch. Yeah, you were sore, but your mouth wasn’t. 

Walking back over to the bed, you place both hands on his kneecaps and kneel in between his thighs, rubbing your palms up and down the length of his extremities. It’s no wonder he and his brother were so tall, the distance your palms traveled felt never ending. Tilting his chin in towards his chest, he slightly lifts up to take in the view of you resting on his groin, slowly unzipping his black, street style cargo pants. 

“Hmm…you really are hungry, aren’t you?” 

You nod as you focus on observing his hardened shaft slowly popping out from the peephole of his briefs, poking through the opening of his trousers. Once it was out in all of its thick and lengthy glory, you lean in and slowly drag your tongue along each inch, beginning at the base. Your fingers remain gripping on the waistband of his pants, all the while your tongue worked its magic on him. He places his hand on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers through the strands of your hair. It was amazing how the two could be so rough, yet their gentle side was the most tender you ever seen, especially in moments such as this, where he merely runs his fingers through your hair, not at all pressing down or pushing you to take him in. He figured after yesterday, he needed to be gentle with his little minx, loving you at a different tempo. 

Gently bucking his hips up, he thrusts his cock up and down as your lips remain attached. “Tell me what you want to do with it baby…” his voice hoarse, yet managed to stay calm and tranquil. 

“I want to show my appreciation and give it love.” You respond back with as you kiss the entirety of his length. 

“Yeah? Show me…”

At his que, you take him all in and savor the clean taste of his skin against your tongue, the feeling of his muscle twitching as you shove it deeper into your throat. Your eyes water while your mouth gags, yet you never break off the momentum and continue to suck and slurp every bit of your labor. 

It didn’t take long for him to cum, considering he had done a number on you yesterday, you would have thought it would have taken longer for him to ejaculate. The taste of his fluid travels down, and finally, you’re able to relax your jaw as you wipe your mouth clean. That’s when something suddenly hit you. It was a sickening sensation that raged strongly deep inside your gut, enough to make you stand and quickly run to the bathroom sink, where you regurgitated Heeseung’s cum, spitting it all out.

Eyes widening, Heeseung furrows his brows out of concern and quickly stands to check on you while hearing you vomit out. It was that moment Heejeong entered to let you both know that breakfast was ready. 

“Hang on—something’s wrong.” Heeseung states without breaking his gaze from the back of your head, continuously stroking your back as he pulls you away from the sink and cradles you with a blanket and lays you down. Heejeong’s expression grew just as concerned, and he joined his brother in comforting you. 

“Do we have anything to give to her? I think she’s sick.” 

The feeling of nausea hits you mercilessly as you overhear the two talk and grab you medicine, comforting you as best they can. Heeseung figs through a drawer nearby to retrieve pain medication, while Heejeong prepares you for a trip to the hospital. Everything was swirling, you grew dizzy and your vision became blurred as you succumbed to the detrimental effects of exhaustion, when a thought popped up in your head, something that just dawned on you when you systematically walked through the symptoms. 

“When…when did I last have my period…?”

………..

Your breaths grew at an increases pace when you realized that your last menstrual cycle wasn’t just late, it never came. You had missed it entirely, yet due to your workload and the enjoyable moments you shared with your stepbrother’s, you hadn’t caught on until now. 

“Oh no…”

“What is it baby? Still feeling sick?” Heeseung taps a couple of pills in his palm and hands it over, “take these, it should help.” Your eyes swell and burst out into tears as you felt deep in your heart that the suspicion of your diagnosis was likely fetilization in the conception stages of pregnancy. You sobbed without saying a word, unsure of how to feel considering your relationship with your stepbrothers was kept secret. How were you going to explain being pregnant before marriage? How would your mothers face be when you lie to her and tell her that it was a result of a one night stand, and that you have no clues as to who the father was, after all, you couldn’t tell her the truth…not to her, or Danny. 

“Why is she crying?” Heejeong asks concerned, with Heeseung looking back at him equally confused. “How the hell would I know? It’s probably because she’s not feeling good.” 

Both men lean in and pat you down softly. “Baby…minx, come on. Shhh…what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? We’re going to go to the hospital, okay? Take the medicine and we’ll head out.” 

Their comforting words gave you the fortitude to finally speak up, regardless that you were pitiful in the delivery of your words as you continued to whimper out your cries. 

“I…I can’t….can’t take those…”

“Shh baby, it’s okay, it will make you feel better.”

“I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“…..Preg-pregnant….I think I’m pregnant.”

The two brothers lowered their hands as they sat and stared, zoning out as they processed your words. 

“Baby, how do you know? Did you take a test?” Heeseung gently speaks as he cups your face. His eyes shine with a glaze of moisture as he seeks an answer from your quivered lips. 

“No…no test…I…I didn’t realize until just now…my last cycle never came…” 

That was all Heejeong needed to hear for him to grab a jacket and head downstairs, telling Heeseung he was driving to the store to get a pregnancy test, among a few other things to bring you relief from your symptoms. “I’ll be right back.” 

Roughly a half hour later, Heejeong arrives with bags in hand. Setting them on the console table, he doesn’t bother removing his jacket, instead, he takes out a soft baked bun, unwraps it and brings it to your mouth while hugging your waist. “It will help, it’ll absorb the acid and relieve you from the nausea, just until we get to the hospital to get real medicine.” 

Rubbing your back, he caressed your body as you bite into the bun. Heeseung digs into the bag and fetches a pregnancy test, one of a few actually. “You got more than one?” 

“Just to be sure.” Heejeong states as he continues to hold the bread up, watching as you take one bite after another. He was right, the bread was helping, just enough for you to no longer feel the nauseous pains rising up. “Good girl, eat it all.” 

Kissing your head, Heejeong rubs your shoulder. The cool scent of his leather jacket was all you could smell as you finished chewing the treat. “That’s my baby…now go pee.” Standing, he presents a hand for you to take, helping you up as you meet with Heeseung, who hands you the test and gently directs you to the bathroom. “Do you need help?” 

You shook your head and enter, closing the door as you open the box and followed the directions. Ten minutes later, your heart sank as Heejeong reads out the results. “Well, it definitley says your pregnant.” 

Heeseung jolts up. “We’re having a baby?” 

“Looks that way.” Heejeong responds back as he takes out another test. “Let’s take another before we go to the hospital, just to make sure.” 

And just as the first, the second test revealed positive results. “We’re going to be daddy’s.” Heejeong smirks over to Heeseung, who slaps his hands together before turning to you. Kneeling before you, he cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips. “Mmmmuah! Our girl is having our baby! I wonder if it’s a boy or girl, when are we able to tell?” 

“I have no clue, I think it’s after a few months.” Heejeong states as he takes his phone to Google the answer. 

“I wanna know now.” Heeseung states before turning his head back to you, placing another kiss to your lips. 

“Looks like around four months, they’ll be able to tell. We have to take her to the hospital and get her checked out, she’s gonna have a lot of appointments in the following months.” Kneeling beside Heeseung, Heejeong rubs your legs. “Baby, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” You shook your head, feeling somewhat relieved that the two were in high spirits over this event. 

“What do I tell my mom?” You shook out, once again wiping your semi-dried tears from your cheeks. 

“Don’t worry about that now baby. Within due time we’ll figure out a crafty story to tell, one that won’t demoralize or degrade you.” Kissing your lips, he rubs the tip of his nose against your forehead and places a second kiss after. “And we’re going to have to refrain from punishments, Heeseung.” 

“I don’t think we have to worry. She’s been very good, even yesterday wasn’t her fault.” 

Looking up to Heeseung, you gave him a questionable look. “But…I did get punished…” 

“Baaaabe.” He states as he tilts his head. “That was more for us, and you.” He chuckles as he playfully gives a soft punch to your chin, clicking his tongue the moment his knuckle gently touches your skin. “I’d say it was more of a gift, one that we enjoyed giving.” Winking, he flares a half smirk while Heejeong continues to rub your back. 

The hospital visit confirmed your pregnancy, the brothers overjoyment didn’t stop there, after you were discharged, they immediately made preparations for the baby room. 

“Give the baby my office, since it’s closest to our bedroom.” Heeseung vocalizes while hugging onto you. The two were clingy to begin with, now that the baby has been confirmed, they had been on you more than ever, even going so far in telling your boss that you required time off, to be at home. You’re not sure how they delivered the messages whether it was through threats or buying him out, either way, they were able to get you a generous amount of paid leave, more than the requirement for absence of pregnancy. 

“Isn’t this exciting, mommy gets to stay with us at home for a long time.” Heejeong winks as he gently rubs his outer hand across your belly. It was far too early for you to begin showing, yet they took in the delightful sensation of rubbing you down. 

“Actually, it be nice if you stayed home permanently.” Herseung chimes in, “You don’t need to work, we can give you everything you want or need.” 

“Wouldn’t you want to be a stay at home mommy and continue making babies with us?” Heejeong joins in as they both turn to look at you. You felt overwhelmed by the pressure of their desire in keeping you home, working at the museum was something you enjoyed and didn’t want to give up, especially since you had worked so hard throughout college and gained the job offer upon graduating. “I…I don’t—“ 

“Think about it babe, we have the house, Heejeong and I both have more money than we know what to do with, why don’t you quit that job and stay with us? Hmm? We can even bring you and baby to work, give you guys a chance to see how daddy’s are at work.” 

“But I….”

“Take some time to think about it. It would be nice having you home, all to ourselves and safe.” 

You’re not sure how to go about with telling them your desire to stay gainfully employed, especially since you feared that despite their wording, you may find yourself not having the choice but to quit. You loved your stepbrothers, and loved it more in how they loved you, yet some of their flaws that are highlighted by their infatuation with you, caused them to be forceful and a bit selfish. You were quite sure, that even with you knowing that your developed fondness for them was due to Stockholm Syndrome, it was quite safe to say that the twins also had a medical prognoses, one that you haven’t been able to figure out, not yet at least, and you’re not entirely sure if you ever will. Is there a proper diagnosis for someone who is so sick in love, let alone two? 

The next week, the boys had ordered in contractors to create an archway in the wall, allowing you to walk to and from the master suite to Heeseung’s old office space, to access the baby with ease. They built a crib, placed nursery banners along the wall, and bought plenty of toys to fill the room. You had to hand it to them, the nursery was adorable, and you were amazed at how well they decorated the room with tasteful furnishings. With the two of them combined, they had an eye for style, even if it was for a baby. “Aww I like the toy basket.” You voiced out, admiring the wicker braided and wrapped to form a wide basin structure that was filled with all sorts of plusher animals. 

“I told you she’d like it. I know our baby’s taste.” 

“Yeah yeah.” Heejeong playfully scoffs as he and Heeseung remained standing with their arms crossed. “Do you like the room baby? We can fuck you in here before baby arrives, just to carry out tradition.” Heejeong winks, while Heeseung raises his hand and voices his agreement to his brothers nomination. “I call dibs on the rocking chair.” 

“Fine. I get the closet space.” 

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “You can’t be serious, in here? This is the baby’s room.” 

“We’ll yeah…but the baby is the size of a pea right now, sooooo….” Heeseung gently clears his throat as he reaches for your arm, pulling you hastily into his grip. “So let me fuck you….now.” 

Before you could answer, he had already begin to devour you through an insatiable kiss, one that was enthusiastic as the idea of you carrying his or his brothers baby was bringing out the instinct to breed with you even more. “Give us lots of babies and pass our bloodline along.” 

Heejeong’s hands grips you front behind, as he pulls your face back and angles it for easy access to your mouth, where he too, expressed his oral fixation through tongue and cheek. “Come on baby. Let’s do it.” He whispers as he and Heeseung begin to pull down your dress and strip you, despite your soft pleas. 

Crissening the nursery wasn’t too much of a bad idea once the boys got you past the initial stages of hesitation and discomfort. After stripping you down and subjecting you to positions that gave the most orgasmic fulfillment, you were grateful. What with your hormones fluctuating, causing your sexual desire to be more potent, matching the intensity that of your lovers, you felt satisfied as each brother took you a handful of times. After the nursery, teh three of you moved along, right into the shower. It was tradition, after all. 

……………….

The next day, you asked the boys to take you to the local festival in the city. It was something you had wanted to do, and better now than later considering you were in the early stages of pregnancy. Waiting any longer would have depleted your chances in attending, given your condition in late term, which the doctor had already forewarned you that it would be a time of strict bed rest and healthy diet. But for now, while only three weeks in, why not go out and have a little fun with the boys? 

They didn’t need much convincing, they recalled uou speaking of wanting to go, and of course they were there to please you, it was one of many ways they proved that theh live for your happiness. 

The streets were crowded, and the live music and bustling food carts made it nearly impossible to focus on the main attraction of the parade, yet you didn’t mind. The sweet smell of snacks was enraging your tastebuds, causing an intense craving to take place, a common symptom of being pregnant of course. 

“Can we get those little cakes?” 

“A-ha! Baby is in the mood for sweets, so that’s the magic craving.” Heeseung teases as he walks with his arm around your waist. Heejeong holds your hand and leads you both to the bakery, “Get whatever you want girly, you’re eating for two.” 

“That’s right she is! Come here!” Shifting you in front, Heeeeung hugs your waist and buries his face into the nook of your neck, smothering you with playful kisses and ticklish movements. “Stop! Haha! Heeseung stoooop.” His loving nature causes you to grow weak in the knees, making you fail in, pushing his chest as he continues to “munch” away at your neck. Your soft giggles only promoted him to do more, instilling him the urge to pull you in by the waist, holding you tightly and steadily. 

“Okay-okay you two, let’s order the goodies and get back out there to explore.” Heejeong calmly inserts, taking you by the hand and pulling you in. “What do you want, baby? I’ll get you everything you want.” Kissing your forehead he rests this chin atop your head as he cradles you within his embrace. Heeseung grabs a few drinks for the three of you, and begins to place all the orders of your favorite pastries at the counter. 

“You like the Guava-cheese ones, right?” He asks, flashing a wink your way as Heejeong continues to caress your body; some parts being rubbed down in secrecy as he strategically shifts your bodies around, and grabs a girl hold on your derrière, giving soft pinches as he kisses your ear. “Yeah, those are the ones she likes.” Heejeong answers back in your stead, noting how your lack of response due to the sensation of his tongue thrusting in and out of your ear canal, causes a whirlpool of moans to vigorously pass through your lips instead of words. 

Through the window glass, from across the street and unbeknownst to the three of you, two pairs of raging eyes grow envious and confused at the sight of you receiving the most out of your step-brothers. Affection, love, tenderness, and erotic signals, all exchanged as each brother took his turn to devote unyielding adoration while holding you close; it was all too much for Yeon-Jin and Sa-Ra to take. Crinkling the handles of their purse and wallets in hand, the two girls grit their teeth, enraged at what was currently happening before them. 

“That….fucking….bitch! I’m going to fuck her up!” Sa-Ra moves hastily as she spat her poisoned words, breaching the edge of the street’s walkway before Yeon-Jin grabs on, stopping the former from crossing over. “No wait!” 

“Let me go! I’m serious! I’ll burn her skin off, I swear!” 

“Sa-Ra! We need to play it cool, we already lost favor with the two.” Presenting the voice of reason and realism, Yeon-Jin was just as furious as her counterpart, but knew that long before you came into the picture, the boys had completely lost interest, causing her to rile with suspicion for months, nearly a year even, of the twins desire to break off their relationship with her and Sa-Ra. Despite her fearing the day oncoming, it never arrived. The boys had continued to look at them with dull and voided expressions, seemingly unhappy and annoyed, yet they never solidified a breakup. 

“Sa-Ra…we have to be careful. I know you’ve also been sensing Heeseung and Heejeong’s disinterest in us.”

“Yeah, because of her!”

Yeon-Jin’s raging expression shifts back to the scene of Heejeong caressing your neck with his tongue, subtly rubbing his palms over the curves of your breasts as he discreetly hides it by having you face the corner behind a secluded table. “Yeah baby? Bet you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone, don’t you?” Reaching up, your palms barely make contact with the wall as you eagerly nod, submitting defeat to the sensation of Heejeong assaulting your skin with the smoothness of his tongue, while simultaneously gripping and squeezing parts of you that should have gone unnoticed by the subtle presence of public strangers, yet it did, all because he was so good at hiding it. Strategically, he pins and continues to mark you as he tenderizes your throat, keeping you hidden off into the dimmed seating area on the other side of the cafe. Watching the man whom she had prospected to marry, for wealth and for his looks, Yeon-Jin’s grip on Sa-Ra’s blouse grows tighter, causing her acrylics to bend out of shape and crack from the pressure.

“I fucking know…..that even though they stopped caring about us before that whore came into their family….I just know she made it worse….so much worse.” 

“Exactly! Let’s mess her up.” Sa-Ra claps Yeon-Jin’s hand into her palms as she instigates the growth of her best friend’s anger. 

“No….we need to do this in a way where the boys won’t suspect us. I have this feeling that they heard about what we did back in high school.”

“What? You mean all those idiots? Heeseung couldn’t have….could he?”

“Why else would they have stopped taking interest in seeing us for so long, even before y/n’s mom met Danny.” 

“Do you think those bitches blabbed and told Heeseung and Heejeong what we did?”

“I don’t know…I just know Heejeong enough, he wouldn’t approve of our behavior back then and neither would Heeseung.”

“I get and see what you mean about treating us like second-class citizens, but Yeon-Jin….even with that stupid slut y/n in the picture…why didn’t they break it off with us? Aren’t you the least bit curious about it?”

“Of course I am! But I’m trying to prevent it. I have no idea why they haven’t called off the relationship but something tells me that they were planning on something.”

“Like what? Public humiliation? Do you think they were waiting for a certain time or event to break it off with us, all for y/n?”

“I don't know….Sa-Ra….but we’re already walking on thin ice, so if we’re going to get rid of y/n, we need to do this in a way where we’re not suspected of anything. I don’t want to affirmatively confirm those snitches against us. We need to do this the right way…..a way where we can get rid of y/n for good and separate her from the twins, then we can do everything we can to establish an engagement and set a date so we can marry those bastards.” 

“Okay….so what do we do?” Sa-Ra crosses her arms and waits for a groundbreaking answer, but it never leaves Yeon-Jin’s lips. Instead, complete silence was all that was emitted as the two girls scurried away, ensuring that their presence remained unnoticed by you and the twins. 

……..

Days had passed since the festival, and you enjoyed the last bit of spring as the days became shorter. You woke earlier than normal this morning, wanting to take advantage of the sunlight as you clipped the roses from your garden, the ones that you and the boys grew together. Placing each stem in the basket, your knees damp from the morning dew, you walk back inside through the double French doors that welcome you into the open kitchen. Setting the basket on the island, you opened the tin container to grab three teabags; the scent of Lavender and Chamomile hits your nostrils as the two men enter and greet you with warm smiles. 

“There she is. Our mommy to be.” 

Chuckling, you shook your head faintly as you prepared the three teacups. “We still have a while before we become parents.” you tease out as you raise your brows and playfully flicked the tip of your finger on Heejeong’s chin. 

“Oh we know. Trust us, we plan to get more out of you before we have to take a long pause…you know, for the sake of the baby and all.” With a raspy voice, Heeseung takes the container from you and finishes the setting of preparations for tea as he gently nods, implying that he would make it in your stead. “I got it baby, just relax.” 

“It’s…just tea, Heeseung.” 

“I know, but you deserve to stand there and look pretty, nothing else.”

Smirking, he dips a bag in each cup before flashing you a wink. The two circle you as they take turns hugging and kissing your forehead, when the sound of intruding footsteps cuts the moment short. 

“So…it’s true…about you three.” 

Your eyes snap wide, as did the boys, yet the furrowed brows of annoyance and anger differed from your confused expression. No doubt, the twins were just as lost, yet their eyes had glared a fierce emotion as you all watched the unwelcome guest make his way inside the kitchen. 

“When they told me about you three, it was so sickening that I was offended by what I heard. But now I see, they weren’t lying, in fact, I am glad that this was brought to my attention before it had reached the papers…my own sons, the heirs to my fortune and business…my years of hard work, doing the most inappropriate acts with their own sister.” 

“First of all, STEP-sister…secondly, what the Hell are you doing here?” Heeseung spat out with a poisonous tongue. Joining in, Heejeong intervenes with a rational question as his brows grew closer to his lash line, expressing the outrage when he heard the words “they”. “When you say ‘they’....are you referring to-” 

“That’s besides the point. You two have shamed yourselves and y/n. Fortunately, I have restrained myself from telling her mother.” Switching his gaze to you, Danny eludes a disappointing tone as he unleashes the full extent of his knowledge in what you had been doing with your two stepbrothers. “I have committed to great lengths of self restraint and not tell your mother about this. No doubt she would be angry with knowing how you’ve behaved…and the fact that you’re carrying a monstrosity from all this.”

You gasped at his newfound words. “Y-...you know?....A-about….about my baby?” 

“You’re baby? That’s hardly appropriate to acknowledge considering you’re carrying something that was put in by one of my sons.” Danny’s offensive tone grows more stern and cold, furthering the rage in the twins, to the point where Heeseung places his foot down and stands in front, keeping you hidden behind as Heejeong hugs you to his chest. 

“You make it sound as if we’re a bunch of sickos. Let me break it down for you, since you’re obviously too dumb to understand how basic science works, Daddio.” Flashing an offending smirk towards Danny, Heeseung continues to disrespect his own father as he stands for your honor, inhibiting the man from tarnishing your name. “WE, are not related. WE, do not share the same blood or DNA, so you can take all of what you have, and leave with it. I doubt anyone is going to care what Heejeong and I do on our own time.” 

“I will deal with you two later. Right now, Y/N will be coming with me.” Transferring his gaze once more, Danny glares into your soul as he reaches a hand, expecting you to take it willingly. “Once it was made out of your unethical relations, I had a private investigator look into the case, that is how I found out about your unwarranted pregnancy. My son’s are one thing, but how could you allow yourself to become ruined by the likes of them? Do you have any idea how this would affect your prospects for a proper marriage later on? Thank God this hasn’t made it’s way around.” 

“Oh? You mean the people who told you about this, are trustworthy enough to keep their mouths shut and not sell this out?” Heejeong spits out, practically hissing as he issues each word. “Let me guess, it wouldn’t happen to be two, money-hungry females that earned your trust and loyalty, would it?” 

“If you’re referring to the girls that you both should have married and impregnated, versus your own sister, then yes. Though I will admit, they are not aware of the pregnancy, I kept that to myself once my guy dug that up.” 

“Oh how convenient for you to all of a sudden check up on us, after so many years of not caring and dipping your dick into other women, ignoring our only mother.” Heeseung turns his head over shoulder and shoots a melancholy stare at the floor upon hearing Heejeong bringing up their mother. After all the time you had spent with them, you still were unaware of the truth and history between the boys and their father, much less the history of their mother and her whereabouts. 

“This isn’t the time for such conversation. Y/N, you’re coming with me.” Turning his head, Danny yells out towards the foyer, his voice bouncing off the walls from the narrow hallway that leads into the kitchen. “In here!”

Your look of confusion transitions into one of fear and anxiety as four large men in white scrubs make their way in, surrounding you and the twins. “W-what…what is this?” you stutter as you watch the men close in. 

“I’m placing you under watch, you’ll be evaluated by therapists and undergo an initial psych examination where we can treat you, among other things.”

“Other things?....” Your voice shook as the sting of fresh tears swell in your ducts. 

“You will have a non-invasive procedure, a chemical abortion to ensure your system is cleared out of anything that my own sons put in there. We can’t allow the world to know what has been going on, it will ruin the future business prospects and our global trade partnerships.” 

Shaking your head vigorously, the tears began to drip down your cheeks as you held onto Heejeong frantically. “No!” 

You shove your face into his chest as you hear the shuffling of Heeseung fighting off a pair of the male nurses, while Heejeong cradles you in and blocks you away from the other two, trapping you against the kitchen counter as he glares at the pairs of eyes directly. “Touch her and I’ll break your hands off.” 

His threat was taken with a grain of salt, as the pair managed to pull him away. Yet with both his hands free from caressing your frame, Heejeong went straight into business as he started to fight off the pair viciously as his brother had done. Together, the two took on each nurse, grabbing onto various items in the kitchen to physically inflict enough pain, causing them to back away. 

“Get out.” Heeseung breathes deeply, catching as much air as the beads of sweat drip down, with Heejeong stepping up to his side, flaring the same state of physical exhaustion. “If you want to get into the legalities of it, what you’re doing is entirely illegal and the fact that you have no evidence to warrant this intrusion, much less taking her away and forcing an unwanted procedure is something that can, and will be used against you if you want to continue to take this further.” Heejeong continues to catch his breath as his grip tightens around the handle of the pan he held in hand. 

“She’s carrying the child that shares the DNA of you or your brother. That’s enough evidence.” 

“But without proof of a DNA examination result or pregnancy, you or the authorities have proper warrants to do this. So get the fuck out.” Heeseung finishes as he tosses the pot, and turns his attention towards you. 

“Come here…come to me.” With open arms, he stands before your cowering state as you rush in to hug his chest. “Shhh…nothing is going to happen to you.” 

“Don’t let them…don’t let them take my baby…” you sob out, your cries muffled by the material of his tee shirt. “I want our baby to live…don’t let them take it away from me.” 

Heejeong’s heart nearly dropped at hearing your cries, and so did Heeseung’s. True, it was too early to tell just which out of the two sired the child, but it never mattered. You three were family, just as they had loved and cared for each other as brothers, they became exposed to a different type of love that expanded into something that was unruly and impossible to live without. The day they saw you and heard you speak, they knew they both felt something for you that could never be replaced, and vowed that, together, they would forever love, protect, and build a family with you. It wasn’t legally printed, yet they had treated and considered you as their wife, their only partner for life and made it clear that you belonged to the both of them, never just one or the either. As you cried out, begging for them to protect the unborn child in your womb, for the first time since discovering your pregnancy, the sense of duty as father’s had hit them. They now knew more than ever, that your well-being as well as their baby, was their responsibility that the two of them, will never fail to uphold. 

Turning his head back towards Danny, Heejeong issues out a glare that you only have seen on occasion, one that never was followed without a malicious act; it was the same that he issued to Jeff before he went missing, and to Kurt, yet due to your interference, the latter was successfully saved, though barely. 

“Get out. Do anything to her, and I promise I’ll kill you myself…Dad.”  With a sadistically wide eyed stare, Heejeong bares the look of psychotic twistedness that Danny had never seen before. It not only was shocking, but scared him beyond matter, yet that wasn’t all that instilled the chill of fear, because he wasn’t just seeing it on one of their faces, but both. 

“I’ll personally take up the task of gutting you wide awake if you or any one of your people lay a finger on her. Don’t test us…Danny.” Heeseung raises his head to reveal an eerily similar expression, it was murderous and frightening. 

“What….what is this? What is with you two? Ho-how-” With his words cut off by the shuttered pause of his breath, Danny takes a step back as he witnesses the transformation of his son’s countenance. “What is this?...You both are…insane.” Just as Danny felt the cold chill vibrating through his spine, so did the nurses as they raised their hands up in defeat and back up, symbolically waving the white flag. “Sir…we’re going to leave now.” One of the nurses speaks up, and with that, the four of them turn to take their leave, quickly exiting as Danny remains left behind. 

“Fine. Y/n will stay here for now, but she will take in the abortion. If you choose to delay it, then it will be done through a surgical procedure, one way or another, it will be done. So take your pick. As for your living accommodations, I will get the evidence and the authorities involved; you cannot win, so enjoy the time being that you have with her. I will not allow this to continue further.” Turning around, Danny stops in mid step before flaring a side eye towards you three. “You both may be my son’s, but remember, I have enough contacts and resources to handle you behind closed doors…do all you want, but I promise that the police and even the higher officials of Government will be on my side.” 

With that, Danny fully exits, leaving you tearful and dreading the future. You knew he was a powerful man, after all, he nearly owned the country with how his massive corporation monopolized the cities and neighboring countries. He had money, power, and people on his side, which was more than what the twins had. 

"What....what are we going to do?...." you asked with pleading eyes, but only saw that the twins had continued to stare out at the foyer space that Danny disappeared in. With their sights locked in at the front door, they raise their hands to pet your hair, caress your chin, as they emit a deep and dark chuckle.

"Oh baby...don't worry about anything. Haven't you learned by now? Hmm?"

Turning their gaze towards you, their psychotic grins reaching the higher levels of insanity that became the stuff nightmares were made of, they tilt their heads as they kept the eerie grins yet a glimpse of the loving affection they had for you emerged from the depths their dark eyes.

"Baby sis...big brothers always have something up their sleeves."

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[lucykisaragi]

PSA

this is all under a read more cause its gonna get long.  

tdlr version is i love you guys but please, PLEASE, can you scroll through at least the couple recent posts before sending a request or ask to see if i’ve already answered a similar one??

 okay so i’m kinda getting a bit tired of repeating the same things over and over in the span of two to three days with asks, i’ve listed a guidelines on request on my rules page, i’ve listed a tldr version on the post that announced requests are open. and note mobile users, i have a link to my rules page on every render post just click the word ‘guidelines’ and it’ll redirect you to the page.. it’s on again every render post

Is it really that hard to scroll a bit on my blog and read previous asks specially recent ones to see that your question possiibly has already been answered specially if its a request?? or to see if i posted an updated WIP list that shows what i am currently working on? is it hard to click on the word ‘guidelines’ to see my rules page which has a ‘how to request’?? is it that hard to read?? no seirously, i’m asking if its that hard... i mean this has nothing to do if english is your second langauge saying that now- i have NO issue explaining things if you don’t understand or are confused due to that but in general? is it hard to read a recent previous post or ask to double check that what you wanna send to the inbox hasn’t already been asked by another person ...

i don’t mean to be rude but it gets kinda facepalming to read asks requesting things and repeating the same answers over and over and over again in a short span of time?? and by short i mean a day or two or three..  i do get some people are on mobile or new to the blog and can forget or not realize at first that theres a clickable link on my render posts to the guidelines and i dont mind answering questions but again when its the same thing multible times within a couple days in a row?? ...it’s not hard to scroll through a blog a few posts or through a blogs tags to double check if somethings already been recently asked/answered or is stated as ‘being worked on’ on a WIP (works in progress) post and on the note of fullbody PR event renders it should be known by now that i automatcily render the fullbody versions of event PR units. i’ve been doing that for the past year and a half now

i mean for example? for the SR fullbody renders, i’ve stated in a few recent asks and on the posts that announced requests are open that you need to provide a screenshot of the fullbody art of the SR units if you want them rendered, i do not save fullbody screenshots of N, R nor SR units. i’ve always stated that you need to provide a screenshot for these. i know some might go ‘why cant you just save them when you look for the PR fullbodies?’ that’s because the twitter tag is a mess as it is and if i’m looking for every unit that i havnt rendered then i’m going to miss the pr fullbodies. i mean it took me four days of looking through that tag to find rola’s fullbody PR. and some of the units are harder to find than others for PRs. l mean i couldn’t at all find a fullbody of Elza’s newest PR and eventually gave up after the cosmic stranger drop event started, i only recently got it cause someone was kind enough to share it with me. but if they didn’t do that? i probably wouldnt have access to it to render and even like hime for example i JUST found her dreaming princess PR fullbody screenshots and that? was released like a LOT of  months ago. that and sometimes people just don’t upload SR or lower fullbody screenshots or do very later due to backgrounds or what not.

and i do make WIP posts for a reason, so people can see that i have a list of stuff that i am currently working on to post, so that they can see if i’m working on something they wanted to request, ect.. like those posts are made for a reason they arn’t made as reminders for myself, i know what i need to work on. 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hi, maybe you don’t remember but remember how we talked about where In the Disney Villains Imagine, how about the Disney villains doing the Kabedon on the reader *Kabedon is where person pins their lover to the wall like in an anime The villains I thinking for this imagine maybe Hades, Jafar, Gaston, Clayton, Rourke, Hook, McLeah Then the reader will be all flustered and shy which makes the villains think it’s cute

THIS TOOK FOREVER, I'M SO SORRY.

So I couldn’t follow your request completely because writing a reader who is flustered and nervous over and over gets repetitive and un-fun for me to write. I really hope you like them anyway!!

The ones that do involve a cute, flustered reader though are: Clayton, Jafar and McLeach

I think the only one in which the gender is specified is Gaston (Female).

Warnings: Well, FURY or something like that in Hook's, and sexual references (Especially in Jafar’s and Gaston’s) but actual smut only in Rourke’s and only if you want to read that far (I’ll indicate when the smut begins). Its from behind (Anal), just to keep it gender neutral- so if you have a vagina and if you don't like the idea of taking it up the butt, just imagine its going into your v from behind. Also involves degradation and dub con.

Captain Hook:

“Hoooook… “I hold up my hands cautiously, stepping back towards the door out of his cabin as the captain gets out of his chair and rounds his desk, a mad look in his eyes and his fingers on his left-hand flinching and clenching and irritated. “Calm down, it’s not that big a deal! Remember- it’s not good form to lose your head!”

“Peter… P-Peter Pan… “Oh god, he’s repeating himself. He’s really mad. My gaze flickers from him to the door. “K-k-kidnapped you, and- and held you hostage to t-tell… tell stories… and that’s where you’ve been the past 3 days??”

I chew on my bottom lip nervously, ringing my hands and tracing my wrists with my thumbs which are still raw from the ropes Peter used. “Ye-… yeah… Yes.”

“I thought you’d been eaten by the bloody crocodile!!”

I wince, squeezing my eyes closed when he suddenly roars, swings his arm and stabs the globe by his desk with his hook. Oh jeez…

When I crack my eyes open again hesitantly, instantly a clipped gasp forces itself wildly from my throat because suddenly Hook’s right in front of me and forces my body a foot back, to where the wall is. The wood shocks my shoulder blades, and my eyes widen to double the size, in pain. “Ah- Damn it- “

“You’re my hostage!!” He roars, slamming his hook into the wall by my head now.

Managing to gather my wits, I try to put a stop to Hook’s tantrum. Furrowing my eyebrows, I intend entirely to keep my hands to myself, when he suddenly slams his hand to the wall on the other side of my head and the shock -because he gives no signal at all, before doing these things! – causes me to jump and grab up onto something, anything - his shoulders, - for comfort. Still, I try to slow my heartbeat and look sternly at him. “Hook, calm down. Remember- remember, I ‘was’, your hostage, okay? Now, its significant other but-”

His eyes, for a moment, so crazed that its clear he really did think me dead for the past 3 days, breaks my heart and stops my words. Then I swallow spit and go on, looking into them bravely. “But, I understand why you’re upset… But, and I want to you to listen close right now... I'm fine.“

Finally, the abnormally crazy look in his eyes dies down to sadness and relief, his voice coming out even more stuffy and cold and flu-esque than usual as he cries out. “Y/Nnnnnnnnnn! Pan will pay for this, I promise!” He buries his face into my shoulder, messy hair tickling my face as my body relaxes at having my husband back to his goofy, calmer, far less terrifying state. I pat his back, feeling his body shaking under my hand.

“I know, sweetheart, I know… “

Clayton:

"Yikes!" My eyes snap closed and I seize back against the tree closest to me, freezing as still as I can when Clayton suddenly stops walking just in front of me, whips around and yells to get back!!

Just as suddenly as I've done so, my eyes squeezed shut - and I don't quite know why, - a heavy thump hits the tree just beside my head and I take in a sudden, deep, breath. Its clipped, and my fingers dig into the tree bark on either side of me. Oh don't be a gorilla, don't be a gorilla, don't be a gorilla-

After a moment, and my heart is beating so loud that I'm sure whatever is close can hear it just as loudly as I can, a gentle touch strokes against one of my cheeks and I seize up even more. Before he speaks.

"... Care to tell me why you've got your eyes closed, love?"

Immediately a breath of relief escapes my chest and my eyes open, confusion clouding them quickly after the fear is extinguished. I look at Clayton with wide eyes, seeing no threat nearby. "Wh- why did you yell, before? I- I had my eyes closed, because you made out like something... scary... was about to happen!..."

"Hm." He smirks, the bastard smirks, and my heart does a flip. "My apologies, dear." He's too close. I'm just realising, he's too close! Our bodies are barely apart from each other, and I can feel his warmth. This isn't decent- "I'm afraid it was a false alarm." His voice is smooth, and slightly perfect, and I find my inhibitions loosening. Like they always seem to do, when it has something to do with him. A large hand creeps around the back of my waist and tugs me forward, entirely against his body and my cheeks heat up and feel like fire. Clayton's smirk becomes downright devious as I stare with wide eyes, our lips an embarrassing breath away from eachother. "Or, perhaps, I just wanted to get this close to you."

My mouth moves but no sound comes out at first. "I... Uhm- Clayton!" I try to sound stern but I don't know that it truly came out imposing at all.

He seems to have liked it.

A chuckle comes out of him, gentle and deep, before letting me go- but not before giving me a kiss to the right temple. "Alright, love. Another time, yes?"

... I'm left watching him walk off back to camp, whistling, as my heart hammers in my chest and I wonder what that was and- and about, about this-

This 'Another time'????

Gaston:

“Haha, anyway Mags… “I run a hand through my hair, wiping it back from my face after all that laughter and those few beers with a friend- ready to go home. “I should probably head off- I’ll have to get up early to make ‘the master’, his breakfast in the morning. Oh, god. So many eggs… “Rolling her eyes along with me, Mags finishes her own beer with an unladylike swig.

“Yeah I should probably head home, too. My master’ll want pie, or something equally difficult for me to make.” She hops off the stool and I follow, thanking the barkeep for our drinks tonight- Wallace nods back, cleaning some mugs.

“You would think you’d get better at cooking, considering you’re a kitchen maid.” I smirk, but gaze off to the rest of the pub… finding Gaston, the master of the household I work, on the other side in his usual chair by the fire. When he catches my eye, he winks and I roll my eyes, turning back to Mags. She’s making a ‘pffff’ sound at me and waiving me off.

“I’m not going to be a kitchen maid forever!- just till I manage to seduce a wealthy Nobel man, get pregnant with his demon spawn and send them off to boarding school so I can live in riches and leisure for the rest of my life.” She explains, walking off as I follow, chuckling and shaking my head.

“Yep… “My heart always strains on itself terribly, when she talks like this, so I’m glad she doesn’t look back at me. “Sure.”

“Mark my words!”

“Jotting them down as we speak.”

Mags looks over her shoulder at me as we slip out of the pub and into the dark of night, and scrunches up her nose; A playful smirk on her plush lips.

~

Hours later and I’m home alone, as far as I know, in just my nightgown; Sneaking down to the ground level so I can check on how my loaves are rising. The only things I hear are the crackle of the fire in the lamp I’m carrying and my own footsteps-

Until loud, heavy, unsteady footsteps that are certainly not my own barrel in the front door and start trudging all over the place. I sigh, and my shoulders relax. Gaston’s home, then.

I continue towards the kitchen normally though, not really caring to say hello - chances are, he’s drunk. And I don’t care to deal with the bastard when he’s like that, - albeit a little calmer. At least I know when Gaston is home, that I’ll be safe if there’s an intruder.

Even if I am most certainly not safe, from misogyny and general stupidity... and my own stupid mistakes.

God- sleeping with the man you work for. How much stupider can you get? Its not like he's going to fall in love with you and offer you any kind of future! And what did I even start this for? I don't even remember, half the time. Its not like he's nice to me. He's not even Mr Darcy. He's horrible. And I'm a moron.

As I’m turning a corner to pass the living room and head on to the kitchen, Gaston comes out of nowhere suddenly and a huge hand slams right into the stone wall behind me- I lean back calmly, away from him; Rolling my eyes. “Y/N… “Oh- jesus. His breath smells like a distillery.

“Evening, Gaston… “

His blue eyes boil into me as his other hand finds my waist, guiding me towards him slowly- and I let him. My hands slip up his arms to his shoulders - muscle memory at this point. He's mine to touch, for now. And unfortunately I'm his... probably, forever. Until he gets bored, at least, - , looking up at him with one irritated, raised eyebrow. “Yes?”

His eyes stop assaulting my lips with their gaze and he presses his own lips firmly together, in a tight line and straightens up a bit in order to glare at me. “What?” He snaps, referring to my stern expression and tone.

“What do you have to say?” I'm referring to this morning. What he said to me, this morning. I may be an idiot, and doomed, but I wont put up with his bullshit all the time. That would be just too much. I couldn't handle that- not that I deserve the reprieve.

“About what?”

“… “My eyes only narrow and I slip my hands immediately away from him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise and desperation and a displeased growl to slip from him. Like he's some feral animal.

“Fine- goddamnit, fine. Mm. Women.” Gaston spits the word out like a curse - which is, honestly, an improvement to the patronising way he used to say it; Like nothing I ever did would amount to anything, -, shaking his head. After a moment, he takes a deep breath, and leans in closer towards me. I press myself back into the wall, refusing to touch him until he says it... even if I want to. “I’m sorry. I should not have… eugh,” His fingers scrape against the stone by my head, gathering his last remaining inhibitions. “I should not have called you a bitch this morning.”

“No you should not have.”

He glances up at me again, a glare in his eyes. Ferocious and bloody… which, unfortunately, is the reason we’re in this mess together. Or- why I’m in this mess. He wont be inhibited by our dalliances at all, if it gets out. This is why I gave into him, why I can’t marry a rich noble and live out my days in leisure like Mags plans to do. Because this look in Gaston’s familiar, infuriating blue eyes makes me feel things a good girl, would never have. Things I should... ignore...

But I cant. I couldn't, no matter how I tried, and so he won.

So no, I won’t let him push me around- but I won’t leave him, either. Even though I know this has no future for either of us; Just with me as his… and his future wive’s… maid.

“Now,” A gasp slips from me as Gaston bares down at me, pressing my body between the wall and his own, and resting his forearms on either side of my head as I look up at him- eyes full of a lust of my own. “Stop refusing me.”

… I lick my lips, forgetting all the reasons i should leave. Okay.

Then his mouth is on mine harder then I expected and I lose myself entirely.

Hades

(You’re in the Underworld- I dunno why, that’s just where I pictured this happening)

A hot flash or rage lights Hades up as I turn and try to walk off again, a growl ripping through him.

“Oh! - “Suddenly my eyes go cross eyed because Hades arm is in front of my face, stopping me in my tracks- no longer, can I walk along the wall. Settling back down on the heels of my feet, I turn around and lean on the wall, looking up at him. I grin and raise my eyebrows, an air of naivety surrounding me like a fake halo. “Oh, hi Hades, what’s up? You want something?”

The sarcasm dripping off his tongue is almost palpable. “Oh, no, I followed you down three hallways calling your name just to stare at you.” He rolls his eyes, blue hair flickering with little orange flecks that turn into embers and float to floor.

“Well that’s kind of creepy, Hades, I wouldn’t recommend that with lady friends… - or gentleman callers! Or, uh… gender neutral romantic pals. Whatever you’re into, really- “

“Yes I wanted to talk to you!”

“Oh!” He’s just so fun to tease. I smile again innocently, tucking my arms behind my back, touching the wall. “Well then what’s up?”

An unnerving smile that makes me think he knows what I’m up to but is not amused by it at all (But that he knows how to win) slips across his Aegean features, and my grin wobbles- fighting to grow wider. “Well I did want to ask you to stay for dinner with me, but now I’m getting that you need to be straightened out, babe.”

“Who, me? I’ve done nothing!”

“Mm, liar.”

I drown out my own giggle by returning his kiss when he leans down and connects our two pairs of lips, tilting my head into it.

The kiss is nice; His kisses are always nice, and I find I’m immediately consumed by it like always, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck - while careful not to set my sleeves on fire, - and thoroughly enjoying the warm feeling of his lips moving smoothly over mine. Our tongues touch just when the pleasure was reaching it’s high, and a moan tears through me as his large, spindly fingers wrap around one side of my waist and I arch my hips closer to him, mouth opening wider to get more. More, more. More...

But Hades pulls back, then, and I moan out of the loss of pleasure this time, letting my hips sadly return to a natural place. “Oh- Come back… “

“Aw, wouldn’t be a punishment now if I did that, princess. Would it?” My lips turn into a deep pout, as my gaze follows my hand travel from his hand and each individual knuckle on it that is pressed against the wall beside my face, up his arm and his sleeve, to his shoulder and his neck where my hand lands and stays. A sorrowful sigh escapes me.

“… so,” I moan reluctantly, but letting him peel my body off the wall anyway even though what I really want right now is nothing but to stay there and kiss some more. “You said something about dinner?”

Jafar:

“Eep!” When I realise his hands are on the wall, now, and I’m safely - well, ‘safe’ is being defined loosely here as ‘currently unharmed’, - between Jafar’s arms at 3 and 9 o’clock, his body at 12 and the wall at 6, I flick some hair out of my eyes and straighten up again. My eyes grazing in a way I hope, is lazily up his tall frame like I definitely do not care about this position and am cool and not panicked right now at all like how I truly, honestly feel in my very soul right now. One of his hands is pressed flat to the wall by my head, and the other is by my waist. My waist! He leans in close to rear his nose right in front of mine and my eyes flicker panickily between his eyes and the rest of his face, right down to his lips. “You know Jafar, you’re tall enough. You don’t need to hold it over… ” It takes all my strength to use the word ‘over’ instead of it’s more sexually charged neighbour... ‘against’. “me… like this… hah… “

This is closer to a man then I’ve ever been before- and on top of that, its Jafar! I know it’s unwise to like him... to want him... but I do, and this is too good a situation for me to be in! I cannot be here. What is he doing?? I like it but it is not wise.

“Now Y/N, I suggest you quit teasing me out there, and continue your search for a suitor,” Teasing! How the hell am I teasing??

Don’t ask ‘or what’, don’t ask ‘or what’, don’t ask ‘or what’, that is totally inappropriate- “O-or… what?” Fuck!

A half smirk quirks at one corner of his mouth as he shifts closer. Our bodies nearly touch. My cheeks are as as hot as the desert outside as I continue to lean back on the wall, causing my chin to raise up as the back of my skull touches the stone and I’m looking completely up at him- meeting his leer. He’s honestly like a snake rearing up to attack. “Then, Y/N,” There’s something about the way he says my name… A low growl/hiss affect, I have to listen to it. It demands my attention, to enjoy it for the seconds it takes to come out. No matter what I’m doing, no matter when it happens. And he knows it. “I’ll have to take you away from the party, and punish you.”

What is that wet sensation in my undergarments-

Quickly, I get out a, “Y-yes sir!”.

“Good,” He sweeps back, leaving me a cold, lifeless skeleton stuck on the wall. He pushes his cape back behind him as he turns back to the festivities and returns to his normal persona. Eyes slightly duller, but no less focused, and mouth spread in a deep line. “Now I want to see you in there in less than a minute. I’ll be watching the door, Y/N.”

With that, he swishes off back into the party and I just sigh, hopelessly. These feelings are getting out of hand. Like he said, I need to get a suitor! But how can I do that, when every thought I have is clouded by fucking Jafar... fucking Jafar...

Cheeks still seemed in heat from that exchange and the thoughts in my head, I slump on the wall a bit. “Arghh, what do I do… “

McLeach

(Basically what he does is the same he does to poor Cody. Except, with sexual tension involved)

McLeach had been testy all day, or since I arrived at least. I wonder what’s wrong? Is he okay? Did he not sleep well?

“Oh! - “Quickly shifting from wide eyes and an ‘o’ shape on my mouth because he leaped at me suddenly just now, to a wince, I turn to Percy’s face- which is very close to mine. My cheeks go warm at the sight. Then I glance to the side, seeing the sharp silver of a machete jammed into the wall right beside my head and become slightly nervous. But not more then I am happy to be in such close proximity to McLeach, still. Yeah maybe theirs's something wrong with me. “-Yep, that’s a knife… by-by, my head… ” I move to frown at him, blush still evident across my cheeks and down my neck… “Oh- Wh-Why though?”

“Stop doing that!!” He complains, voice rough and volume brash, death-glaring me down, with his jaw set tight.

My eyes are blown open wide at the situation, with McLeach so close, and keeping me pinned to a wall, and the knife! And he’s mad- goodness, he’s mad. Lips pulled taught in a closed-mouth scowl and eyes narrowed down at me, and completely tapping me against the wall. “What??”

“Stop... biting… “He looks up to the sky for a moment, his grip on the knife tightening, before his gaze flickers back down to my face. Specifically my mouth- then suddenly my eyes. “… your lip.”

Only realising I’m even doing that now, I drop a plush, beaten-up-feeling bottom lip from between my teeth and look up from beneath my eyelashes at him, eyes wide and apologetic - and confused, - and wonder, is that better now?

His chest is so close to mine that I can feel him breathing, slowly and steadily; Deeply. Trying to compose himself. I lay my hand on it gently, my eyes round as I peer up at him. “Are you okay McLeach?… “I tilt my head to the side, taking a gentler approach as my eyes soften. “Percy?”

My heart’s beating so fast I can hear it in my ears, hot and hard as he continues to grimace down at me, before huffing and flinging himself back from the wall and turning his back to me.

“Careful there, missy… might lose myself, one day. That’s some superpower, you got there.”

Rourke:

(This serves as a second part to This Drabble that I did for him months ago.)

My back immediately arches on impact with the wall and a hiss escapes me, turning into a growl when I relax back against it and glare up at Rourke. He’s got a smirk on his aggravatingly handsome face and both my wrists in one hand, held above my head; Effortlessly keeping my struggling at bay. If there were any struggling, in the first place. Which there isn’t, because I know it would be useless and he would like it too much, but he likes to be thorough. Or maybe he just likes to have me helpless… which is definitely a possibility, with the way he’s leering down at me now.

I just glare - up, up, up - at him, a firm scowl tight across my lips. “You asshole.”

“Probably. But besides the point. We’re here, because evidently- I haven’t trained you well enough yet kid. Which, I have to say, is pretty damn disappointing. I wasted all that time on you… just for you to throw it back in my face when it counted. What’s that for thanks?”

“The punch… “I smile grimly, ruefully- pushing my face up spitefully into his as he just gazes down in amusement. “That, was thanks.”

“No manners at all; Guess that’s another thing I’ll have to teach you and your little ingrate of a brother!” Rourke growls, letting his anger show for a moment - even tempered man that he is, it’s quite a sight, -, his fingers tightening around my wrists and the rest of his body rearing closer to mine; His teeth grit in my face. “You first.”

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A gasp tears its way out of me as he yanks me away from the wall. "Fuck- "

We're in a secluded area of Atlantis at the moment, assumedly because Rourke doesn't care to dirty his hands helping the others pack up, or he has better ideas of how he can spend his time - by torturing me, probably, - and he guides me to a nearby truck. With a big hand he jolts it open, and practically throws me inside. "Hey, Rourke you dick what- ah!- " As I'm pushing myself back up from the back seats, Rourke suddenly grabs one of my ankles, and jerks me slightly back. This fucking guy- "What the hell!?"

"Stay still." Is my only answer, his voice gruff and... familiar. I've heard that tone before. Rolling over and resting up on my elbows, I'm surprised to see him unbuckling his belt. My eyes widen to the size of saucers.

"Are you serious!?"

Suddenly he leans into the car, and I lay back down in my attempt to stay defiant, and away from him, despite the intrigued and horny way my heart pounds at this.

Good god. I'm messed up.

His eyes are dark and stern as he speaks, and he's never been this way before when we fucked, but I'm into it. One of his big hands - big, strong, capable hands, - find my right thigh, and pulls it to the side, before his lips crash down against mine and I cant help it. I cant fucking help it. I kiss him back with fervour, ringing my hands back around his neck to drag him down further against me, before running one hand through his hair. His tongue is pushy and stubborn but oh god- oh god- oh god.

My hips buck up suddenly, aching for Rourke's touch - no one else would do. The bastard, - and he shoves them back down into the seats, none-too-gently. And a sigh, an actual sigh, escapes me at getting manhandled like that.

He suddenly rips his mouth from mine, and I feel deeply disappointed at the loss of heat and his mouth, when suddenly one of those big, strong, capable hands I sited earlier comes up and wraps over my mouth. A squeak comes out of me as my eyes widen, and grins, wickedly at me. "I think I told you, Y/N. I'm teaching you a lesson. This ain't gonna be a picnic."

My squeak is more confused now. Because what the fuck does he mean!?

The fucks smirk only gets worse before he shows me his finger- holds it up between our faces so I can see it. And twirls it.

He wants me to roll over.

He wants me on my stomach.

My eyes widen and I hope very much that the amount of hell no I'm feeling bleeds through it and he understands... and he does.

But that doesn't matter. He makes a disappointed expression at me, just being a dick, before shrugging. And its dangerous. My stomach actually drops at the action. "Fine."

Then he slips out of the car, and only a moment passes of me just being in the back of cold truck, before hands enter back in and promptly wrestle me over- much against my struggling to stop it. "Fuck- you- Rourke! You are not- "

"That's enough running your mouth, I think. Jesus christ, can you talk. Ever heard the quietest people have the loudest minds?" I'm now on my stomach, and roll my eyes as he runs his own mouth about me. What a dick. "You must be real empty, in there." He knocks back of my head gently with his knuckles, but its infuriating. I hiss back, snapping my head to the side as if to say I'll come back there. He chuckles, and cuts off my rather short-lived bout of not liking him, as he - and I don't know when he pulled it out at all, but he did and now-, - rubs fully hard length between my thighs- against my (Insert Sex Organs You Possess). Immediately an unbelievably desperate, pleased whine escapes me, and my head falls forward. My pants are still on, but I've had him inside me enough times to know that its going to be good. That I want him. Fuck. A hand finds my waist and a thick thumb rubs across the skin under my shirt, as Rourke leans over my back, close to my head. "I think I can practically hear, the one thing goin' on in your pea-brain, though."

"Shh... " I can barely put together words, in anticipation. God- My heart aches. I'm so messed up- "Shut up... "

Then his hand comes up to hold my face again, thoroughly covering my mouth, and I let my eye lids flutter shut.

"That's right dollface, calm down. Ain't no one going to hurt you... " Silently I take in a deep breath, resisting the urge to fight again, and make this worse then it is. And its not that bad... its just... I want to refuse. I want to be strong. But I'm not. That was always Milo. Still, my fingers clench when Rourke speaks again. "Much."

An indignant whine escapes me, behind his hand but then he's getting rid of my pants and I help him by lifting my knees so he can pull them all the way off. When cold air hits my bare skin and grit my teeth and bare it, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

Then my heart's beating violently against my chest when Rourke runs the head of his cock against my now exposed entrance, and I squeeze my eyes totally shut. "Coming in."

And as soon as he sheathes himself in me for the first time (that night) and stretching me deliciously, a pleased whine slips out of me, and I push my ass back into his evil touch. More.

"Now that's my Y/N."

This time I growl, before suddenly Rourke pulls my hips up with one hand- and totally buries himself in me once again and my growl immediately turns into a shocked moan, as I bite down on my bottom lip. No- God- Please- Move!! Grinding himself through me aggravatingly slowly, but rough enough against my walls to make me go crazy wanting him, Rourke chuckles and I can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again. "Now I don't want to hear anymore back talk, you hear me?" I don't answer, partly because I'm stubborn and I don't want to, and partly because he's got his hand over my mouth so no answer I give would be dignified, at all, but he's not having that as he groans back, there, in annoyance not pleasure, and pulls out. A breathless whine escapes from me, when the hand on my mouth disappears, too.

But then he hits me - no, he fucking spanks me, - , and my eyes blow wide open and my mouth falls open too at the sensation that it causes my pussy/dick. There's no way. No way! No way, did I like that... But... the way my pussy clenches/dick strains cannot be misconstrued. I loved that. Fuck. Slowly, meekly, because I'm fucking shocked that I liked that and that he dared to do something like that on me, I lower my head. Resting my forehead on my arms carefully. "Now, you little fucking traitor- " I'm the traitor!!?? "Did you hear me? Or am I going to have ta' make this little ass of yours red."

"I fucking heard you."

"You're lucky I'm so benevolent, Y/N." Rourke teases, shoving himself into me again, my wet hole already beginning to milk him as I shake. "Any other commander back home might take the belt to that ass for back-talk like that. But I got a bit of a soft spot for you."

Oh... 'lucky me'...

Quickly he finds a steady rhythm, fucking us both into neat, tidy, swift orgasms- he never liked to spend too much time on this. He would just take what he needed and leave. He has other shit to do, - , burying himself in my sopping trench so many times and just harder then anyone else, my mind goes totally screwy. He's literally fucking me brainless. Unseemly moans fly from my lips on a constant loop, every time he rolls those hips into me, and the sounds of both his own groans and the vulgar sound of movement in this truck drag me groin first into climax.

Mine comes first, obviously, and I steal myself as cum shoots out of me unlike any simple fuck before. It seems to to turn Rourke on even more, as throws himself in even more forcefully a few more times- before I feel his cock twitch against my skin and he shoves himself entirely inside of me in order to come without getting it anywhere.

He's tidy like that.

It fills me up all warm and crammed and I would never admit to it but its hot.

Sighing when he finally drags himself out of and away from me and tucks himself away, Rourke buckles himself back up so no one would ever know he just fucked - meanwhile I'm an absolute total disaster zone, - . I roll over on the seats, pushing myself up with a scowl, leaning back on my hands. I glare at him fiercely.

"Now, that ain't a pretty face." He grins, a wicked look in his eye.

"You're sick." Is all I say, before searching around for my pants. Before I can grab for them though, Rourke reaches forward and grabs my chin one of his hands- jerking me up to look at him.

"Maybe, dollface, maybe. But you fucking love that. Now what does that say about you, pray tell?" But he doesn't want me to talk back, as viciously lets me go and looks away; Checking whether the coast is still clear. And I'm left for a moment feeling terrible about myself.

... Before I roll my eyes, forcing myself to go on with what I was doing.

He's wrong. There's nothing wrong with me. He's just... a good fuck.

That's all...

As I'm struggling to pull my pants back on in the back seat of a vehicle - not easy! - theirs suddenly voices nearby and my eyes widen. They flash to Rourke, but he's already, casually, shutting the truck door on me and stepping in front of the window.