#please bring mark back for a cameo i beg you

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 6: NonCon (+Bondage +Overstimulation)

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Pairing: Fairy!Lucy x Fem!Reader, Fairy!Lucy x Fairy!Rami, Fairy!Rami x Fem!Reader (with small cameos from Fairy!Ben and Fairy!Gwil)

Words: 3,232

Warnings: NonCon, bondage, overstimulation, anal, anal training, oral (f receiving and m receiving + toys), throat training, sex toys (dildos/strapons/anal plugs), use of magic, begging, crying, creampie, cum swallowing, PIV,  degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, loss of consciousness, mention of double penetration, mention of pimping reader out, mention of flogging.

A/N: As soon as I saw non/dubcon was one of the optional prompts for day 6 I knew it would fit with another chapter of the Fairy AU! But, I also really liked bondage and overstimulation, so I decided to just incorproate all three into this one chapter lmao. 

As with the rest of the Fairy AU, this can probably be read as DubCon but in this one Reader does use words like ‘no’ and ‘stop’ so I’ve categorised it as NonCon. Please don’t read if that isn’t your thing.

Lucy had taken Gwilym’s suggestions for training you seriously. By the end of the week he’d supplied her with three dildos, each one larger than the last, which had been stuck to the wall of your room. Every day you had scheduled training time in which you’d kneel on the floor and fellate the toys, learning how to handle them better, supervised closely by one of Lucy’s staff or by the Queen herself. She would reward you when she felt you’d made sufficient progress and punish you when you didn’t. Once, while she was watching, you’d gagged and choked too much as you’d attempted to deepthroat the smallest of the dildos, and so she had flogged you before forcing you to try again, plainly unmoved by your tears.  

In addition to the dildos, Gwilym had also supplied an anal plug (with the promise he could get a larger one when you were ready for it), and since then you’d been perpetually full. The end of it was marked by a jewel – similar in colour to the shimmery beads which hung from your collar – and was clearly visible through the sheer dresses Lucy clothed you in. You weren’t permitted to touch it. Lucy gave permission to remove it so you could use the bathroom and wash or so you could be fucked, but otherwise you had to endure the constant fullness of being plugged. Rami, for his part, thoroughly enjoyed your new training regime. When Lucy had passed on the suggestion that he should use your throat and arse more frequently, he’d been quick to agree, and you couldn’t remember a day since that he hadn’t made good on his word. Though neither he nor Lucy had entirely stopped using your cunt. They’d discovered the joys of penetrating you at the same time, treating it as a something for them to do as a couple. They felt that by fucking you simultaneously it could bring them closer together and, so far, it seemed to be working. The chamber maids and staff in the castle whispered about it as they worked, gossiping about how loved up the royal couple seemed, speculating if that meant a child would soon be on the way. Of course you knew that a pregnancy was unlikely considering Rami usually filled you with his seed. Even when he fucked Lucy he’d more often than not finish inside you. Lately he'd favoured your throat, his cock tasting of Lucy as he held your nose and forced you to swallow. Another part of your training. 

Even in your off hours, when both of your masters were otherwise occupied, you couldn’t escape the constant feeling of being full, the plug inside your arse stimulating you as you walked through the corridors. Once, while going about your business, you’d run into Gwilym and Ben. Gwilym had asked about your training and Ben had stepped behind you to see the plug. They’d drawn you into an empty room nearby and made you lift your dress and bend over so they could get a better look. You’d not wanted to, worried what Lucy would say, but the didn’t give you much choice and so you’d obeyed, trying not to let it affect you when they discussed how wet you were and what they’d like to do with your body. Ben seemed a touch jealous that Gwilym had used you already but at the same time he sounded pleased that when it was his turn to have you, you’d be better able to take whatever he decided to dole out. They’d eventually let you go but not before Gwilym interrogated you further about your progress since beginning training.  

If Ben or Gwilym had ever mentioned their private meeting with you, Lucy had never alluded to it, and you’d never found the courage to mention it yourself. It was hard to know how she’d react. Instead you focused on being a dutiful pet. Quiet, except when you were being fucked, and obedient at all hours. If Lucy said it was time to practice your cock sucking skills, you’d kneel at the wall and suck until she told you to stop. If Rami entered your room after dark and rolled you onto your stomach, you’d press your arse into the air to make it easier for him. And if either of them ever asked if you were enjoying yourself, you told them you loved how it felt to be taught to serve properly. For the most part they were happy with your behaviour and your attitude to the new training regime. Lucy would coo about what a good pet you were as you ate breakfast in the courtyard and reward you with whatever trinkets your heart desired. Until you displeased her.  

About a month or so into the training, Lucy decided you weren’t enjoying yourself as much as she’d like.  “I was lenient when we started,” she said, pacing from one side of your room to the other as you knelt on the floor and wiped drool from your lips, “I knew this wouldn’t be easy for you, that everything would feel new and difficult. But we’ve been at it now for long enough that you should have grown to enjoy it more.”  “I do like it,” you said weakly, but Lucy just scoffed and strode past you again.   “Liar. You endure it. Which is fine. If enduring it is all you’re capable of then you’ll just have to endure it until I'm sick of playing with you. When I bind you in the gardens for the first night of the bacchanal you will endure every single one of my people who comes to use your holes. When I reward Benjamin for his loyalty by presenting him with your pliant body on a silver fucking platter, you’ll endure it. When Gwilym comes to assess your progress, you’ll fucking endure that too. But I’d like so much more to have an enthusiastic whore.” She paused in her pacing to regard you, “It’s no skin off my nose if you don’t enjoy what happens to you. But it would be in your interests to learn, not just to endure it, but to actively crave it.”  “Yes Mistress,” you dropped your head as you spoke, trying to breathe naturally when all you felt was panic.   “Come now, don’t cry pet. I think I can help you. We just need to give you better motivation. So, starting today, you are not permitted to cum unless you’re having your arse or throat fucked.”  “My Queen?”  “Don’t worry, pet, we’ll still take pleasure from your cunt. But you won’t. You’re going to learn to associate orgasms with anal and oral. We’ll start with just Rami and I but if I feel you need extra motivation then I can inform your minders to make you cum while you practice with the dildo wall. And if that doesn’t work then I’ll declare you a lost cause and let you suffer while we enjoy your services. Sound fair?”  “Yes, Mistress, very fair.”  “Good. Now let’s try it out shall we? Up on the bed, legs spread for me. And remember, no cumming.” 

Lucy was true to her word. It was hard to adjust to, being edged while they played with your pussy, but they always made sure you had at least one orgasm while they used either of your other holes. In fact, Lucy was quite generous and would often magically remove your ability to orgasm so you didn’t have to worry about accidentally falling over the edge. And then she’d let you moan into her cunt while Rami filled your arse, taking away the spell so that Rami’s touching your clit made you cum with all the force of the orgasms you’d been denied before. You thought perhaps her plan might work. It was easier to feign excitement about both anal and fellatio when you knew that it was your only chance to cum and the more you pretended to like it the more you actually did start to like it. It was slow going though and you could tell Lucy still believed you could be more enthusiastic. Perhaps that was why sometimes she was less nice. On days when she wanted to test you or when she came to you needing to vent some frustration after dealing with a troublesome queenly duty, she’d forget the spell. She’d take great joy from ploughing your pussy with her dildo or rubbing herself against you or even eating you out, mocking you when you whined about being close and ordering you to hold it or suffer the consequences. You weren’t sure what the consequences were but you weren’t all that keen to find out and so you’d struggle through, trying desperately to keep the orgasm at bay. Which is what happened one night when she came to you, clearly pissed off about something that had happened in the meeting she’d just returned from. 

Lucy didn’t elaborate on what or who had pissed her off but you instantly knew she was going to make you suffer. Her fingers had tugged at your hair hard enough that it felt as if she were ripping it out, as she pulled you down to lick her pussy. Even after she’d had her orgasm she was still angry and so decided to use you to alleviate her frustrations.  Meekly you removed your dress and lay back, following every order she gave you quickly and without question.   She considered you for a moment before approaching the wall and pulling the largest dildo from it.  You gulped as she used her powers to attach it to herself and then, in the blink of an eye, was on you, the tip of the fake cock at your entrance. You had no hope. The moment you saw the glint in her eye you knew she would be making you cum one way or another and certainly without permission. Lucy was looking to punish someone and you were the perfect candidate. But you tried. You did everything you could think of to keep from cumming as Lucy rode you, toying with your clit until she grew fed up with waiting and sent a bolt of magic through you that had you clenching on her cock in an instant.   She tutted at you as she pulled out, “Oh pet. That was a mistake. I’m going to have to punish you now.”  “Please don’t, My Queen. No, please no. I tried Mistress.”  “And you failed. So now...”  There was a flash of light and the next thing you knew was being bound to the bed, arms and legs immobile. No matter how much you tried to pull at them they held, as you’d known they would. Lucy watched you, amused, until you stopped struggling so much. The only movement she made was to take off the dildo she wore, absentmindedly tracing her fingers over its length, already slick from being inside you.   “There now, have you got it out of your system?” she asked when you gave up trying to free yourself, “You know I hate doing this but it’s the only way you’ll learn.” She grinned as she spoke, clearly enjoying every second of your dismay.   All you could do was try to brace yourself as your queen shoved the fake cock back inside you, her magic making it thrust and vibrate.  

The toy had a mind of its own and all you could do was writhe against your restraints and moan as you were unwillingly pulled into an orgasm.  “Don’t you look so pretty like this.” her laugh was tinkling and musically sweet and you knew there would be no hope of being released until she’d had her fun. Your stomach tightened as another orgasm began to build and, though you knew it was futile, you couldn’t help but beg again and again for it to stop, knowing it would only get more painful as it continued.  “Such a noisy whore aren’t you. That’s good. I’m sure the whole castle will hear what pleasure I bring you.”  “Mis-Mistress, p-p-p-lease,” you cried out, somewhere between sobbing and moaning, “Ple-ase st-stop.”  “Oh no, I’m not going to do that. You wanted this. You wanted to cum and so you did, disregarding my order entirely.”  “No,” you shook your head but Lucy just talked over you.  “Yes, whore. You asked for this.”  You let out a high pitched whine, barely hearing the door open and Rami walk in.  “Sweetie!” Lucy said excitedly, beckoning him towards the bed.  “What’s going on here?”  “You remember what I told you about Gwilym’s assessment of our pet right?”  “Which part?”  “How he asked if she’d ever passed out while we played with her.”  “Of course. You were wondering how much it would take to make it happen. Is that what we’re testing out here?”  “It is!” She clapped her hands together excitedly, “Our silly pet decided it would be okay to steal an orgasm, even though she knew that I didn’t want her to have any. So now I’m giving her all the orgasms she wants and we’ll only stop when she loses consciousness.”   The tears that you’d spilled already had been brought on by pain but now you cried out of fear, terrified about how much you’d have to endure before you reached the end of your torment. Every orgasm you were forced to have was a little more painful than the last and came faster too, giving you less time to recover. And, though you tried to plead with Lucy, tried to apologise and promise to be good, it was getting harder and harder to speak. Your words were interrupted by whimpers, whines, sobs, and every so often a moan as your pleasure peaked enough to overtake the pain for a moment or two. Lucy remained indifferent to it all, watching you with excitement and greed.  

“Actually, Darling, watching our naughty little slave has made me very wet.”  “Say no more, my love.” Rami said softly, leaning in to tenderly kiss Lucy’s cheek as undressed. And before you could properly register what was happening above you, Lucy was moaning as he eased into her cunt from behind.  Lucy kept her eyes on you except for when they fluttered shut as he began to thrust, “Good whore. Keep crying. You’re going to help me get off.”  You couldn’t have stopped crying even if you’d tried. The pleasure peaks had grown less and less frequent as the pain became more acute, hurting you from the inside out. And knowing that your suffering was making your mistress horny, that she was enjoying your torment, only made it worse. It was humiliating, not least because part of you felt glad to have pleased her.   “That’s it, like that,” Lucy panted but you couldn’t tell if she was still talking to you or if the words were aimed at Rami.   You screamed as you came again, your arms and legs pulling against the restraints, sobbing in the aftermath as you already felt the next impossible climax start to build.   Lucy arched her back, drool dripping from her lips onto you as she moaned out the word yes over and over, being fucked just the way she liked, pushed closer and closer to her own release. And when she came she moaned, her mouth falling open in an O shape that made you jealous of her good it must feel compared to the orgasms ripped out of you.   “Pull out Rami.” she panted as she came down, groaning at the loss of his cock, “Got somewhere special for you to put it.”  You had no idea what she meant, barely understanding what she’d said, until she moved aside so Rami could kneel between your legs.   You cried through a blissful five seconds as Lucy removed the vibrating dildo from your throbbing pussy and then it was replaced by Rami who roughly thrust into you until he had his orgasm too. You could feel him twitching inside you as he pumped his cum into you and then pulled out. For a moment you hoped that would be the end but then your overworked cunt was filled once more with the toy and you screamed as it continued to overstimulate you.   “How about one for each of her holes?” Lucy said softly, already stroking Rami’s cock, “Like a proper cumdump deserves.”  You felt limp and exhausted, unable to even attempt to thrash against the bonds that held you in place. And so, when Rami knelt by your head and forced his cock between your lips, you did nothing but cry. Even before he was finished painting your tongue you began to feel dizzy, struggling to keep your eyes open.   Rami pulled out and laughed, “I think this is it my love. See how she struggles now?”  “Oh you’re right,” Lucy moved closer, examining your face as you felt another shockwave roll through your body.   The last thing you heard was Lucy ask, “Are you going to pass out now pet?” And then there was darkness.  

You were no longer bound when you woke, no longer stuffed full with the dildo. The familiar taste of Rami was on your tongue and the moon was where it had been before so you knew you hadn’t been out for more than a few minutes.  “You’re awake!” Lucy exclaimed, “Rami she’s awake!”  You blinked away the grogginess and winced as you moved.   “Well?” Lucy asked as both she and Rami peered down at you, “Do you remember what happened?”  You nodded, memories rushing back, “You punished me for disobedience.” you said softly, needing to clear your throat before the words could be heard.  “Yes. So what do you say?”  “Thank you for teaching me a lesson My Queen.” The full weight of what you’d been through caught up with you and another sob wracked your chest, “I’m sorry for disobeying.”  “Does that mean it won’t happen again?”  “It won’t, Mistress. I’ll be good from now on.”  “And you’ll put more effort into enjoying having all of your holes used?”  “Yes, Mistress. I’ll love it I promise. I’ll love it so much I’ll beg for you to use them.”  “I like the sound of that. Why don’t we start now. I promised Rami he could fill your arse but you blacked out before he had the chance and we didn’t think it would be right for you to miss it by not being conscious. So why don’t you beg him to use you now.”  You nodded, fresh tears leaking from your eyes, “Please Rami, Sir, please use my arse. I need it so bad.”  “Not so hard now was it.”  You shook your head as rolled onto your stomach, pushing your hips up for Rami even as your legs and pussy ached.  "Before my future husband takes you, you should know something. We’ve decided that, for the moment, it would be safer if you were to stop gaining pleasure from your pussy. We’ll only be using it while you’re asleep. Any other time your other holes will take priority. Does that make sense?”  “Yes, Mistress. Whatever you think is best.”  “Good girl.” Lucy gave a nod and Rami unceremoniously removed your plug. He groaned as he sank his magically lubed cock into you and began to thrust. 

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[rose-sereniteeth]

[1] A scandal @ Seventeen’s

[Sereniverse]: [1]

Pairing: dom!Jeonghan, dom!Joshua, switch!Hoshi x sub!reader, (Chan cameo :3)

Word count: 1.8k

Genre & Warnings: kinda idol!au, poly!seventeen, crack, sexual themes, suggestive, maybe smut if I ever write it, sir kink if u squint, explicit language

Summary: In which the boys look way too tasty after a formal appointment and you just can't hide your feelings, leading to Joshua, Hoshi and Jeonghan showing you how good they can make you feel.

A/N: this is the first thing I really ever wrote plus the first time I’m posting shits on tumblr so pls don’t kill me :) I’m proud! Confident enough to post it... Imma prolly add the spicy part at some point, I just don’t know when yet and I’ll also not guarantee anything. Anyways I hope u enjoy this non-proofread piece of text :3 ~B

Inspired by:

"I want Hoshi's lips on my neck real bad traveling to my shoulder and collar bones and leaving marks on their way"

You felt him right behind you and you could hear the smirk in his voice "Hey there, little kitty." He stepped even closer and couldn't stop himself from touching you, his hands now resting on your hips. Your heart stopped as you kept staring at Joshua who had just leaned back in his chair, dashing smile evident on his lips. Though it was more smug than usual.

Hoshi's right hand crept up from your hip over your chest to grab your chin and tilt your head a little to the side. You felt his chest press to your back. He just wanted a taste. He lowered his head to your shoulder and used his free hand to push your hoodie away from it. He glanced at Joshua, whose smile faded slowly as he was instead biting his bottom lip when Hoshi started placing small, feather-light kisses to your skin.

He worked his way from your shoulder up to your neck, where he started nipping at the skin. Your eyes fluttered shut and you had to use all your strength to not sigh and completely melt into Hoshi's touch. You tried to steady your senses by grabbing onto Hoshi's hand that was still bending your head to the side but the quietly seated Joshua, who was watching Hoshi's every move intently, enjoying your reactions, didn't approve of that "Tssk, don't let her do that, she is not in control."

Following the elder's instructions, Hoshi took his hand from your jaw briefly to grab both of your wrists and hold them behind your back with just his left hand. As you tried tugging yourself free timidly Hoshi grabbed your jaw with his now free right hand again harshly. His voice was right next to your ear now, low and intimidating "Don't even think about it, little Kitty."

You whimpered at his words which, apparently, wasn't enough for Joshua, who seemed to be in charge of the whole situation. In the blink of an eye he stood right before you, tilting your head with his thumb and index finger so you had to look at him. Hoshi's hand had shifted and had now settled on your neck as he didn't stop marking your skin. A small noise left your lips as he delivered one particularly harsh suck to your delicate skin. Joshua came even closer. You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke "Didn't Hoshi tell you something?" He still smiled and you wondered how someone could look as angelic and yet intimidating as him. "I will punish you if you don't answer him soon, Sweetpea." His words sent shivers down your spine and heat to your core as you mumbled a little "Yes". 

"I couldn't hear you, Princess." Joshua's low voice made him even more intimidating than he already was as he stared down at you intensely. "Y-yes" you repeated, louder this time but not as strong as you had hoped. "Yes what?" He asked. 

"Yes.. Sir." 

Your brain momentarily short circuited at what you had just said and it didn't help that Joshua pressed a small kiss of approval to your hairline before getting back into his seat.

"Now be a good girl and let us have our way with you." He added, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Sir." Joshua smiled at your obedience. "Just like that. Good Kitty."

You didn't even notice that Hoshi had let go of your wrists, his hand moving down your belly now when suddenly the door opened and a very clueless Chan entered the room, originally wanting to get his charger. As he saw you standing in front of Joshua, Hoshi behind you, holding you in place, he stopped dead in his tracks. His surprised stare quickly turned into a cheeky grin, winking at Joshua first and then looking at Hoshi, whose hand had stopped creeping downwards and whose merciless lips gave your already marked skin a break for a moment.

A soft "Fuck" left Chan's lips at the sight of you at Hoshi's and Joshua's mercy. You looked at him hazily, panting.

He shot a grin to Joshua and backed out of the room with a sly smirk to let them continue what they had started with you. 

Hoshi gave Joshua a questioning look as he waited for the go of his Hyung. It made you question what they had done in the past; how this hierarchy had formed. When Joshua gave a quick "Go on, Hoshi" you almost moaned at the stern tone in his voice. 

Hoshi then turned you around so you were facing him and slowly walked towards you. You backed off as far as you could but your back soon hit the wall behind you. Hoshi came impossibly close. He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair out of your face which caused your heart to skip a beat when suddenly the door sprung open yet again and an extremely good-looking Jeonghan entered the room. "I heard you were having fun without me." "Seems like the kid talked, huh?" Joshua stated with a smirk.

Jeonghan wore a black dress shirt, unlike the white ones Hoshi and Joshua were wearing. All of the boys had dressed formally today and you had almost drooled earlier when you saw them in their suits and dress shirts, trying your best to not gawk at them like a teenage fangirl. Needless to say that you failed miserably which ultimately led to the situation you were in right now. 

Jeonghan stood next to Joshua now, both of the men that had tortured you for the last minutes looking at him expectantly. It was an understatement to say that you were scared. Mostly for your sanity. Jeonghan took a moment to look at the state you were in, before he chuckled. The sound made the small hairs on your arms stand. 

His next words made you wonder whether you were in hell or in heaven. Probably something in between.

"Joshua, please close the door for me. Hoshi, put this on her eyes." Jeonghan said as he crossed the room, sitting down in the big armchair across from the bed. He loosened his black tie and Hoshi wasted no time fetching it from him, returning back to you.

Joshua immediately got up and closed the door, returning to his seat right after. A thank you was heard from the man that had just entered the room.

At the same time Hoshi turned back to you, a cocky grin on his plump lips as he took your hand to pull you to the middle of the room. You were standing right before Jeonghan now who watched you like a predator stalking his prey. 

You felt Hoshi's body right behind you as he blindfolded you with the tie he had been given. As he did so, he placed wet kisses on your neck and shoulders and you shuddered under his touch. 

"Good boy, Hoshi" you heard Jeonghan coo when Hoshi had finished what he was told. 

"Now what should we do with this little dessert in front of us?" Jeonghan questioned next. 

"Hmm," Joshua said, "she has been good for us, but not good enough yet. I believe the little Tiger should turn her into a little whiny mess, cumming on his fingers, making her beg for more." The smile was still evident in his honey-like voice but you thought to yourself that the cute and sweet Joshua you knew must have been replaced by a demon.

You could hear Jeonghan shift in his seat. "That sounds like a grand idea, Joshua, but I would want to make one simple change…" he said. "I will make her writhe and shiver, turn her into a little whiny mess and make her cum all over my fingers."

Your soul left your body.

"But-" you heard Hoshi try to protest but he was quickly cut off by Joshua "Aish! No complaining Hoshi or did you forget what happened last time?" If it wasn't for the blindfold you would have seen Hoshi's eyes widen as he remembered just what had happened last time he talked back at his Hyungs. "N-no, I- no, I did not forget. I'm… sorry. I'm sorry! Sounds like a good plan!!" He stuttered.

"Thought so" was all Joshua had to say to that, his attention shifting to you again. 

"(Y/N), Pumpkin, come here, sit in my lap." Jeonghan said, standing up to help you find him. He took your hand gently and led you in the direction of his seat. Your heart hammered in your chest like it wanted to jump out as he sat down and pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest. 

Hoshi made a small noise from where he stood and you could hear Joshua's sweet voice cooing at him "Hoshi love, c'mere baby." 

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About three hours later Joshua was carrying you down the staircase. You clung onto him as if you were scared he might disappear as he comforted you with his sweet words and kissed your face and hair over and over again, telling you how good you had done for them.

They had wrecked you completely. You were sure that you had never felt as good before as they made you feel. You would for sure remember that night and you would probably have a hard time walking straight for a while.

When Jeonghan opened the door to the main living area you were met with ten very curious pairs of eyes. They had heard everything. Every noise you made and every moan that escaped your lips. 

"Jesus, what did you do to her?" Minghao questioned the three men that were bringing you to Joshua's bedroom as he stood up quickly, looking at your small form. Hoshi couldn't stop a small smile from spreading over his face, saying "Ah.. You know.. this and that.." as he scratched the back of his head. 

"Her neck is completely red and purple..!" Woozi stated excitedly.

Mingyu, who was seated on the sofa to the right, crossed his arms "And you didn't even tell me! I've wanted to do that for ages!!" He cried out, scandalized. 

Now it was Vernon's turn to stand up. He crossed the room and brushed your disheveled hair out of your face. "Are you okay? Is she okay, guys?" He first asked you and then the other three. He was a bit worried even if he knew he didn't have to be. Even though you didn't really have your senses under control and couldn't open your eyes properly, you heard his question and felt the need to answer "Mmmh, yes Sir. 'M good."

Hearing that, Seungkwan spat the tea he had just been sipping across the room. “YES WHAT???” He was the one looking scandalized now. 

[imissjoongsmullet]

Mirrored

Pairing: Felix x Reader (with a Bang Chan cameo lol)

Genre: smut

Summary: Your boyfriend, Felix, pulls you into a bathroom and fucks you up basically.

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dom Felix, sub reader, random Bang Chan, daddykink, spanking, biting, unsafe sex (oops), sex in a public space, a bit of choking, degradation, praise, fingering, penetration, voyeurism and idk what else do people put in these???

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: idek how this happened man Felix is such a cutie but I guess I was in a mood don’t come for me. Also this was written at Starbucks on like 2 hours of sleep so there’s not much depth here at all. It’s literally just really filthy sex with Felix. Enjoy mateys.

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"Miss me, baby?" his deep voice breathes onto your lips before claiming them with his own and pushing you against the cold tiled bathroom wall. You let out the tiniest whimper on impact, which makes him chuckle. His thumb comes up to rest against your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy today?"

You nod at him quickly, flushed red already from how fast things are escalating.

You hadn't expected this to happen. You were at the company for your own business when Felix messaged you to meet him on the third floor near the practice rooms. You thought maybe he might have forgotten something at your place the night before so, naive as you were, you’d made you way over there, only to be yanked into a deserted bathroom without warning.

“Let me look at you,” he says, turning you towards the large mirror on the wall above the sinks. He stands behind you as his hands wrap around you and roam your curves. One by one, his fingers hook around the buttons of your blouse, popping them open while his eyes follow the path of his hands through the mirror. The silky fabric falls away from your body but it doesn’t please him the way you thought it would. He frowns and tugs at the clasps of your bra, letting them spring open and fall away.

“That’s my girl,” he smirks and his hands start to slither over your torso, finding your breasts. His eyes take in how you tremble, how your cheeks and the skin above your chest turns red from embarrassment as one hand massages your breast while the other finds a nipple to play with. You let out a moan that’s quickly stifled by one of his hands.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers against your ear as two of his fingers open up your lips and slip inside your mouth, “you better be quiet,” his other fingers still tweaking your nipple, “the boys’ll hear.”

You try to do as you’re told but the way he flicks your sensitive skin and the way his digits play with your tongue, reaching deep into your mouth, you cave quickly.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, sticking his fingers in deeper, letting you choke for a few seconds before taking them out, “we can’t have you making all this noise.”

You gasp when you feel him hitch up your skirt suddenly and his wet fingers move down.

“Felix, I can’t,” you start to say but he slaps your ass hard and you shriek. Your eyes move up to find his in the glass, ruthless and commanding.

“Daddy, I can’t,” you correct yourself.

“Good girl,” he coos, “and yes you can,” his wet fingers slip past your panties and up into you in one smooth movement.

You gasp out but manage to stifle the moan that’s begging to come out. His cold cat-like eyes are on yours as he pumps in and out of you, relishing the struggle in your features.

“Very good,” he says, pinching into your nipple repeatedly.

Your legs start to feel weak already, the friction inside of you already making you dizzy. You feel him scissoring you, prepping you. His lips attach to your neck, sucking at the skin and your head falls back against him, wanting more of him, more of his lips, his fingers in you, his hard cock against the small of your back. His lips let go with a pop but he latches back on, biting down on the mark he's just made. You let out a shriek and scrunch up your face, knowing full well what that meant.

His fist clutches your hair at the back of your head, pulling your face to him.

"You just can't listen, can you?" he growls, his eyes cold and stern suddenly.

You think he might bend you over but instead he forces you to face the mirror again.

"Look, baby," he murmurs darkly, dampening your ear and he looks down at your crotch, where his thumb now joins in pleasuring you. He's rubbing circles against your clit, too much too fast as two other fingers pump in and out of you. You're so wet by now the bathroom is filled with sounds of your juices and his thumb is coated in no time.

There's no way for you to keep quiet now and he knows it but he loves watching you struggle. Barely stifled moans fall from your lips as you watch him mess you up more and more.

"I'm starting to think you want someone to hear us, baby," he says, a coy little grin spreading across his face, "you'd like that, huh? You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?"

All you can do is whimper helplessly.

"Aren't you?" he repeats, quickening his pace in random pulses just to watch you squirm.

"No," you manage, "please, I don't want anyone to—"

"Liar," he interrupts you and sets his teeth into your ear, "I know you," he purrs, licking the shell before the tip of his tongue darts inside, making your head go blank, "you filthy little whore,"

You want to protest because you know this is getting out of hand but the feeling welling up in your core overrides all common sense.

"Daddy," the words slip out involuntarily as your orgasm approaches, delicious waves coming in stronger and stronger until you spasm against him, crying out without an inkling of control.

"Fuck," he curses, pumping you through your high until you’re left panting against him, "what a needy little thing you are." He finally slips out his fingers and brings them to your lips. You take them in, licking them clean of your cum as he watches intently.

"Good girl," he says and you smile, ready to be released but the next moment, one hand grabs hold of your hip and the other goes to the small of your back, pushing you down over the sink.

"But I told you to be quiet," he spits at you, "so I think you need a little more punishment."

You hear the clicking of a belt coming undone and the removal of fabric and you start clenching in anticipation. He teases his tip against your entrance, holds for a second or two and snaps his hips into you.

Your scream pierces the empty bathroom air.

He bends down over you, eyes flickering hot.

"I've changed my mind, little doll," he smirks down at you, "you want to be loud? Be loud. I want everyone to hear what a little cum slut you are for me," and with that, he pulls out and thrusts in again. He's slow at first because he knows you have trouble taking in his size but soon, he's picked up a fast pace, and you can read the pleasure in his face. His eyes are glazed over, head tilted back a little as he looks at you and his mouth is slack, tongue peeking out to the side just a little.

You're feeling all fucked out, over-stimulation turning into that familiar high again as you moan and whine under him.

"Louder, baby," he orders, spanking you once, making you cry and buckle, "tell me what you want."

You don't waste any time replying this time. "I want you daddy," you moan, "please fuck me, please, more!"

You hear him slur a bunch of curses and watch him lick his lips.

"Good girl," he praises and his hand runs through your hair soothingly for a moment. A warmth fills his eyes when he looks down at you whimpering underneath him. But then he hits you just right and his head shoots back and when his eyes come back to you, all that’s left in them is hunger. His fist tightens in your hair and he picks up his pace, pounding into you hard, skin slapping against skin relentlessly.

You cry out a whole new chorus of sounds for him. "Daddy, please! I'm gonna—" you start but then the bathroom door opens and your head goes blank because Chris Bang is standing in the door opening, his jaw practically on the floor. Your first instinct is to hide so you go to move up but Felix pushes you down against the sink and he halts his thrusts.

A desperate whine escapes your lips at the loss of stimulation so close to release.

"Shhh, baby," he says, his tone wicked, "don't freak out." He looks over to his band mate. "I guess you heard us, huh?" he says casually.

That's when you notice the tent in Chan's sweat pants.

"What do you think I came here for?" he cocks his head to the side as his hand comes to palm his dick through his pants.

Felix grin widens as he leans over you. "You hear that, baby?" he says, a hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you up against him, "he's here to see the show."

You sputter as he increases the pressure against your throat.

"He wants to see you get fucked, he wants to see you cum all over my cock. Can you do that for him, baby?"

Before you know what you're really doing you're nodding like you'd love nothing more because you just want him to start fucking you again.

He runs his tongue up your ear once, placing a wet kiss at the tip and let's go of your neck.

"Good girl," he whispers and he pushes you down again roughly, pounding into you even harder than before. It hits you like an earthquake, the sudden pleasure entirely overwhelming. You bounce against his dick like a plaything, whining out for more.

"Show me how desperate you are, baby," he scowls down at you between ragged breaths. His hand fists your hair once more, forcing you to face the mirror. It's a wicked sight, Felix fucking into you mercilessly, you flushed, shaking under him and Chan staring, eyes glazed and hand around his own dripping cock.

"Show Chan what a little whore you are for daddy," Felix continues, "so dirty, so shameless,"

"Yes," you reply, tears starting to burn in the corners of your eyes. Your eyes lock on Chan's and you feel your whole body heat up.

"What are you?" Felix asks, eyes hard on yours as his dick slides in and out of your slick walls faster and faster.

You don't even care anymore. "I'm a naughty girl. I'm your naughty girl," you cry, bouncing against him, "I'm so dirty for you—"

"Yeah, you are," he groans, "so dirty for me, so filthy, fuck—" he lets out a deep groan and you feel him fill you up with his cum, which immediately sends you into your second orgasm. His fists grab hold of your skin wherever they can find it as he rides you both out, finally coming to a halt against the sink. You can't move at all. Your body is wrecked and powerless so you stay down with him still in you. Slowly, he pulls out and you hear him start to get dressed.

"Baby," he says and his arms wrap around you from behind, raising you up and turning you around. You see Chan clean himself off with some toilet paper.

"You did so good baby," he says, trailing soft kisses up and down your neck, before starting to dress you again.

Your legs are still wobbly by the time the three of you exit the bathroom but you don't have time to rest. You came here to work after all. Before you can reach the elevator though, Felix calls your name so you twist back around.

"Let's invite Changbin next," he says in the most frustratingly casual way, before walking back into the practice room with Chan.

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[geminiamethyst]

Dragon Seekers. Chapter 1.

I thought that I should share the first chapter of a book that I am writing. This is my own original work (not a fanfic). I have published the start of the first chapter a while ago, but I thought that I should share the whole first chapter.

If you guys would like to see more of it, please let me know.

I hope you all enjoy it.

"Jamie, are you sure that you're alright?

Jamie Jones looked up at his teacher as the class started to leave. He could feel like he was trembling without even meaning to. He quite often liked the teachers at his school. There wasn't one that he felt like was not friendly towards him. Not many of his classmates even acknowledged his existence, so it was difficult for him to get along with any of them. Even in group tasks, no one would even look at him, let alone hear what he has to say.

"I'm fine. Why?" Jamie answered hastily, shoving his school books into his bag.

"Dear, there's a bruise on your neck. Are you sure you're alright?" The teacher repeated her question. Jamie sighed heavily. He briefly readjusted his scarf to try to hide the dark blue mark that stained his skin.

"I'm fine. I just fell down the stairs at home." He said, feeling like a broken record player. His life felt like one too. Wake up, eat, go to school, get asked relentless questions, get bullied, go home, do homework, eat again, sleep. That's pretty much how his life went. Or, it would've been if HE wasn't there.

"You say that Jamie, but this is really starting to make us worry. Your ankle was broken three months ago and you had to be in hospital because of a concussion last week. Is there something going on at home?" The teacher continued with her questions.

"No. Excuse me, Miss. I need to get home. Mum will worry." Jamie hastily replied, his body shuddering. The twelve year old zipped up his beaten up rack sack and slung it onto his shoulders. The movement was so rapid that he almost fell sideways. He ran out of the classroom, ignoring the teacher teacher calling out to him. He can't respond to that. Weaving in and out of the sea of students, Jamie couldn't pray more than he already began with to get home. He can't be late, he just can't. His heart is pounding so much that anyone could've mistaken it for a drum. His head was reeling too much for him to focus on anything else. His feet hit the pavement so hard and fast that a part of him thought that the ground would split open and swallow him whole. He would've loved that to happen. It'll be much better than going home.

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By time Jamie got home, he looked like he had run the London Marathon. His sweat drenched skin covered him from head to toe. His white shirt was creased and stuck to his chest and back like glue. His black school shoes were dirty and wet (it had been raining earlier, so he had to run through puddles). His school blazer was so untidy that it seemed to be slipping off of one shoulder, along with one strap of his rucksack. His back felt sore too because as he was running, his bag had been thumping down on it harshly. His face was beetroot red from running. His lamp black hair was messy and his fringe was stuck to his forehead thanks to his sweating. He truly looked like he was in a right state.

Jamie took a few deep breathes to try to replenish his constricted lungs. He looked up at the house that stood in front of him. Once upon a time, he loved this house when it was just him and his mum. It feels like an eternity ago since those days. And Jamie loathed that reality.

Jamie inhaled deeply, trying hard not to think about anything that'll make him run away. No matter how badly he wants to. Exhaling slowly, he rested his hands on the door handle and turned it silently. Just as silently, he entered the hallway. It felt just as cold and bitter as it was when he left for school. It wasn't even winter, it was the middle of spring. It shouldn't feel this cold. Jamie tried his best to shake it off furiously. He didn't want to feel like this right now. He gently closed the door. As he did so, he could smell something warm and wholesome. He could feel like an ocean was filling his mouth. It felt so refreshing to smell proper home cooked food than the dull food that was served at school. It made Jamie forget the coldness that he felt. It made him feel peaceful despite the dread that he felt earlier. He slipped off his shoes, placing them calmly onto the shoe rack. He slipped off his rucksack and rummaged through it. Out of an unwanted habit, he pulled out his maths book and pencil case. He didn't want to do homework after a long day at school. He wanted to at least have a break, especially from all the running he did. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't however. He closed up his school bag and placed it on a hook inside the cupboard under the stairs. It fit snugly amount the summer coats and handbags. Jamie removed his scarf and hung it along with the rucksack. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up instantly, reacting to the brutal to the brutal coldness that he felt earlier. He ignored it, closing the cupboard and stepped into the kitchen.

It had a hard wood surface with white cupboards and draws. A black cooker and oven stood out perfectly in the middle of it. The smell wafted from the cooker filled Jamie's nostrils again. It reminded him again of how hungry he truly was.

A woman stood at the cooker, humming a quiet tune as she stirred whatever was in the pot. She wore a long sleeved turtle neck shirt and jeans. Her long black hair was tied back in a long braid, reaching her hips. Her hair had obvious silver streaks from the roots to the end of her braid. They weren't natural grey hairs that one would get as one gets older, nor was it hair dye. It was pure, natural coloured hair that she was born with. Jasmine Jones turns around upon hearing the almost silent footsteps from Jamie. She had a golden chain around her neck, suspending a golden palm sized locket with a blue gem at its centre. She pulls a smile but it doesn't quite reach her ears. It looked almost out of place among the the creases of worry on her face.

"Hi, honey. How was school?" She asked, trying hard not to look at the all too obvious bruise on Jamie's neck. Jamie tried to ignore the face she was making. There was once a time when she would give a legitimate smile. He would give anything to see it again.

"It was...fine." He said slowly, not entirely sure how to answer. Jasmine only looked at him, concern emitting from her eyes. Jamie tried to ignore it as he placed his match book to the page that he needed to go to for his set homework. He didn't start right away however. Instead he followed his nose to the pot, wondering what was being made.

"Spaghetti bolognese tonight, Jamie." Jasmine smiled, as if she had just read his mind. She grabbed a spoon and sampled a little of the Italian dish. She offered it to Jamie, who almost greedily ate the whole thing. "How is it?"

"I think it could use a little more pepper, but it's good." The son smiled, warm feelings of love bubbling inside him. Jasmine's smile looked more convincing as she placed the used spoon into the sink. "Aren't you making this a bit early? You know how Carl gets."

"I know. If I made this later than it wouldn't be ready on time." Jasmine sighed, trying not to seem worried. Jamie sighed, annoyed at the obvious facade that his mum was putting up. He couldn't help but notice something heart breaking. Jasmine had her sleeves rolled up, making sure that they wouldn't get dirty while she was cooking. This revealed the dark, large, hand sized stains on her pale skin.

"What happened?" Jamie asked, trying to mask the overwhelming worry he was feeling.

"It's nothing, Jamie. It was just a slip up." Jasmine sighed, hastily covering up the bruises. Jamie shook his head lightly. He heard this excuse everyday. He loathed it and he desperately wished that his mum wouldn't lie like that.

"You can't keep doing this, Mum. We can't keep doing this. We have to leave." Jamie pleaded, sweat dripping a little from his forehead. He wanted to get away, run away with Jasmine so that they could be happy finally for the first time in years. Jasmine looked at him. His heart was breaking as he saw that the woman looked like she was going to cry. She opened her quivering mouth to say something.

"WOMAN!"

Jasmine and Jamie flinched horribly at this bellowing noise and the door slamming. The door slammed so harshly that the house practically threatened to collapse. Jasmine turned back to the spaghetti bolognese as Jamie hastily went back to his homework. He tried to focus on the mathematics in front of him. The heavy footsteps and the heavy breathing were the only things that filled his ears, distracting him completely. He swallowed as silently as he could as the noises grew louder. They stopped at the doorway. Jamie's heart once again pounded harshly and he actually felt like throwing up. Hesitating, his ocean blue eyes drifted to the doorway.

A rotund man with pale ginger coloured hair stood there. He wore a checked shirt that was unbuttoned, showing off a grey stained white vest, cameo trousers and heavy boots. He had dog tags dangling from his neck that he constantly showed off boastfully. His stench overpowered the fresh home cooking as if he hadn't showered in a year. His stubby face had a permanent scowl plastered over it whenever he was alone with the mother and son, but never out in public. He had been in this house since Jamie was seven years old, and life couldn't be worse.

Carl looked at Jamie with a deadly gaze. The terrified boy quickly shifted his eyes down to the paper in front of him. The maths questions stared back at him relentlessly, begging for them to be answered. Jamie couldn't bring himself to concentrate. The heavy footsteps thumped and the heavy breathing heaved. They stopped right behind him and he could hear Carl leaning down, hovering over his shoulder.

"Just started did you? Just got home?" He huffed, the alcohol on his breath was nauseating to Jamie. He held his breath and nodded mutely. Carl huffed again as he patted Jamie's head harshly. "Good. Just like my days back at base. Discipline is everything. So is obedience." Carl finally walked away from Jamie. The boy let out a silent breath of relief. However the dread immediately returned as the man went over to Jasmine, leering over her shoulder just as he did to the boy. Jasmine tensed up and her breath came out in terrible shudders. The air seemed to be cold and harsh. The hairs on the back of Jamie's neck stood up, warning him about the anger that was present in the room.

"What are you making?" Carl asked, suddenly sounding calm. Jamie tensed up, knowing what was coming.

"Spaghetti bolognese." Jasmine answered, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

"You're making it too early." Said Carl, his voice starting to lose its calmness.

"But if I started making it later, it wouldn't be ready on-" Jasmine tried to explain.

"Throw it away." Carl spat, his voice getting louder.

"What?" Jasmine whispered. Jamie could feel his body tense up even more, causing it to involuntarily shake.

"Must I repeat myself?! THROW...THAT...FILTH...AWAY!" bellowed Carl, his fists impossibly tightening up so much from rage. Jamie slapped his hands on top of his ears. He wanted so desperately to not have to listen to this.

"But-" Jasmine tried once again to explain. She suddenly let out an ear piercing yelp after a horrible vibrating sound emerged. Jamie whipped around at this. Jasmine was knocked to the ground. She was holding her face, covering the red mark that tainted her skin. Carl stood over her like a beast, his arm still after striking his emotionally broken wife. He breathed heavily, as if his unforgivable actions took out all of his strength.

"It's all your fault, Jasmine. And you know it. No wonder your parents abandoned you." The man continued to berate her as she whimpered like a child. "So clean up your mess. Or do I have to punish you even further?" Jasmine pitifully shook her head. Her breathing came out in short, quick shudders. She got to her trembling feet and turned off the cooker. Carl kept his eyes trained on her like a hawk. Jamie too couldn't stop watching, but mainly because he was frozen in fear. No matter how many times he had seen or heard it, he couldn't stop watching. Every time it happened, he desperately wanted to run to a neighbour's and get help or call 999. He sometimes imagined himself to fight Carl, give him a taste of his own medicine. However, he never brings himself to do so. He always gives himself into fear. And he loathed it.

"What are you looking at?!" Barked Carl, as he felt the twelve year old looking at him. Jamie tensed up. He looked back down at his homework, trying hard to believe that he was invisible. He tired to think of a place where he would feel safe. A remote island off the coast of nowhere. An island that no one had discovered or will ever discover. An island where no one but Jamie and Jasmine lived peacefully. No politics to heckle them. No illnesses to be fearful of. No weapons or wars that they would feel threatened by. Best of all, no one like Carl to disrupt the life that they deserved to have. The perfect paradise for a boy like him to have only with his mother. The perfect fantasy for Jamie to have.

The fantasy shattered like glass as a pair of greasy hands grabbed Jamie's school blazer. He was yanked out of his chair, the wooden furniture clattered to the ground. Jasmine could be heard gasping. Jamie could feel like his body was weightless, his toes barely taping the ground. He looked at the large man, his dark eyes were blazing with fury. Jamie begged his body to fight back and his voice to scream. However, his body was completely numb and his voice had gone mute.

"Who do you think you are?! Guess sending you to school without even so much as a slice of bread or a penny for lunch wasn't enough punishment for you?! Right?!" Carl yelled, shaking the poor boy furiously. Jasmine tried to take him away from her son, but Carl shoved her away. This has sent her down to the ground again in a sobbing mess.carl refocused his attention back to Jamie. "You want more punishment?! Fine! I'll teach you a lesson that you'll never forget!"

[princeandthefinch]

The Prince And The Finch - CHAPTER 4

Fantasy AU, no magic - Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy (cameo appearances by others)

Warnings: Explicit, Bad Draco (almost entirely), slavery, non-con, abuse, BDSM, D/s, bondage, every f-ing kink I’ve ever had.

I’ll eventually be posting this on AO3 if there is enough call for it and the chapters get unruly.  But for now this is just my secret Malfoy fetish.

Chapter 1 – Inspection

Chapter 2  - Acquisition

Chapter 3 – Introduction

4 – The Twisted Snake

The Prince thundered through the corridors back to his chambers, unable to keep his fists from clenching and releasing, his teeth grinding against his clenched jaw. He’d been with his father for hours, listening to him prattle on and on about how he needed to grow up, to learn a little self control.  He waxed poetic on finding a balance between dark and light, how there was a time for everything, but he needed to start being the man that he was meant to be so that one day he’d be prepared to be a leader. Then he’d wanted to discuss strategy for the remaining counties and villages north of the kingdom, followed by a debate about whether they should be mining in the west. It was all a farce, and Draco knew it. None of these things were urgent, and either not important enough for the Prince to worry about or too important for him to decide.

“You had the blacksmith running around in the middle of the night last night?” Lucius asked. “Was anything wrong?”

“Not at all, father,” The Prince said, twirling a long black key between his fingers. “Just preparing for my guest.”

“You know, son, that I spent my youth on the same dangerous games you enjoy, and our…proclivities, I realize, are similar,” the King said, his eyes flicking over to Pansy, sprawled out asleep in his bed on her stomach, the blanket just barely covering her shapely ass, her back covered with red welts and bruises.

The sight of her made Draco’s cock twitch, imagining those same stripes on his girl’s back, listening to her beg for him to stop, groveling at his feet.  He adjusted the way he sat and looked back at his father, now fully aware of what this half day seminar on the challenges of being royalty was really about. The truth was that his father knew that he’d brought the girl to his chambers and was trying to buy her time. For some bizarre reason he was trying to protect her – a prisoner, the spoils of war. He pushed back angrily from the table, knocking one of the servant girls to the ground, red wine splashing across the front of his vest.

“Clumsy bitch,” he said, kicking her hard enough in the side that she was flipped onto her back.

“DRACO!” His father stood from his seat, pounding his fist on the table. “Don’t touch her again.”

The girl scrambled to her feet and left the room sobbing, doubled over in pain.

“The next time you want me to come to you and waste half a day, at least provide some decent entertainment. Or opium. I’m going back to my chamber and I won’t be disturbed.”

The King made his way around to stand in front of him, his eyes reflecting the same fire he saw in his son. After all, he’d been just as angry, just as bitter as Draco in his youth; impetuous and passionate; wasteful and selfish, taking out all of his black energy on the innocents that surrounded him. In fact it wasn’t until he watched his wife waste away that he saw how fruitless it all was. She was a woman of unmatchable beauty. She’d been funny and brilliant and when she had their son, it only filled her with further light, doting on her little golden haired boy, teaching him waltzes when he was four, singing to him while he was taught fencing, reading ancient myths with him out on the great stone balcony watching him act out the epic battles. And then he’d watched her skin turn as delicate as paper, her hair falling out in clumps, eyes watery and sunken, cocoa colored shadows surrounding them as she battled a sickness that no one could cure. And as it ate away at his wife’s body he watched it decimate his son’s soul. What little kindness and softness that he’d inherited from his mother had shriveled up and died…no…not died, because Draco was still alive.  And as his father, he had to believe, that having come from something as beautiful as her, that there was still light in him…dormant, starving, a tiny sprout in salted earth, something that kept him human.

So before his son could leave his chambers, Lucius grabbed him by both of his shoulders, forcing him to focus his eyes, to blink and breathe, to not storm out in a rage. It wasn’t good for him, this rage, or for the girl he held prisoner.

“If you’re that drawn to her, maybe there is something in her that you need,” the King said, almost sickened by the way his son’s pupils dilated, the way the corner of his mouth curled up wickedly.

“Oh I know there is, Father. And I plan on fucking it out of her one day at a time.”

He stepped around the King, making his way for the exit, giving the sleeping Pansy a hard smack on the ass before laughing his way out the door.

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He threw the door to his room open hard enough that it rattled against the stone wall, waking Ginny from her fitful sleep. It was still storming outside and the room flickered with mottled light, the doves in their cage restlessly cooing, feeling the electricity in the air. At the sight of his boots only inches from her face she sat up, holding the black fur around her naked body. Whatever had taken him out of the room hadn’t pleased him. She could see his eyes flashing silver in the low light, a shock of hair hanging wild in front of his eye.

“What is this?” He asked, nudging her with the toe of his boot. “When I come for you, you should be ready for me,” he said, his feet set wide apart, fists clenched tight. She swallowed, looking for her voice.

“I’m sorry. I—don’t know…what do you mean?”

He crouched down and pulled the fur away, the cold hitting her as hard as a punch.

“Awake for one thing, and up on your knees. If I wanted you wearing anything I wouldn’t have burned your gown.”

She scrambled to sit up, hands folded into her lap.

“Better,” he sighed and rubbed his eyes in frustration, or maybe disappointment, but instead of saying a word, he headed to the chest at the end of the bed and sat down, exhaling a sigh that seemed to hold the weight of the world. As he took off his jacket, two servant girls came in carrying what looked like cauldrons or buckets of water. They poured them into the iron bathtub and scurried out, one of them glancing, wide-eyed, at Ginny before leaving. She shrunk away, as if feeling the pity and shame and embarrassment pouring from the girl physically.

The Prince pulled his gloves off, tugging one finger at a time, then unbuttoned his vest and untucked his silk shirt before bending down to pull off his boots, throwing them across the room with a heavy clunk. One of them nearly hit the girl who walked in with a pitcher of wine but she simply ducked out of the way and went to the table beside the fireplace, replacing the empty pitcher and filling a goblet for him, setting it next to the chair.

“Will you be taking supper in your room your Highness?” the girl asked, never once lifting her eyes from the ground.  Ginny suspected that this was a common behavior, not wanting to catch the attention, good or bad, of this Prince. Maybe keeping her head down would save her own skin.

“Yes,” he hissed at her. “And bring a little extra, I won’t be leaving the room for a while,” he said, unlacing the top of his pants, but thankfully leaving them on, hanging low on his hips.

“Yes your highness,” she said, quickly leaving the room.

The water bearers came back again, adding more water to the bath, sending clouds of steam into the air. Someone else brought wood to add to the fire and with this final visitor Ginny was entirely humiliated. She tried curling into the corner, pulling her knees to her chest.  When she thought the Prince had forgotten she reached for the edge of another rug, quietly pulling it in front of her. His head whipped around and he glared at her.

“Don’t,” he said, and she dropped the rug. “Sit up like I told you to.”

She went back to kneeling and he pulled his shirt off over his head before drinking down half the goblet of wine. For a minute she was transfixed at the sight of him. In stark contrast to the paleness of his skin and hair, his torso was covered in black markings, symbols and shapes like she’d seen on warriors or the ancients in her mythology books. The inside of his left arm held a twisted snake emerging from the head of a skull, on the right, the limp body of a naked woman impaled on a pike; his bicep carried a long, dark blade wrapped in thorns. There were others, smaller and more detailed across his chest, over his heart and down to his stomach.  When he turned toward the light she could see that they followed the line of a thick scar, wrapped like a rope around his torso. On his back was a fearsome bird of prey, its claws extended, grasping a crown that twisted and moved with his muscles, nearly appearing alive. These pictures fascinated her, the lines so sharp and dark, the details so precise, she wondered at their meaning.

“See something you like?” he sneered, and she realized he was right in front of her. She’d been staring. He crouched down and unfastened her chain then went to sit in the chair beside the fire, his legs stretched out long in front of him, the light from the flames making his skin appear golden. “Come over here girl.”

She didn’t move for a second. Not because she’d intended to disobey but because her body froze. She needed to gather her courage, tamp down her humiliation. And when she looked up his gaze was burning with silent rage. She walked quickly and stood in front of him.

“When I tell you to do something, Finch, you do it. I’m going to hurt you enough without you begging for more,” he said, sipping his wine. Then, patting his leg he said, “sit down.”

She lowered herself onto his leather covered thigh, looking into the flames of the fire, trying to detach herself from it all, to forget that she was entirely naked, that he’d just promised to hurt her, to forget that her family was gone, her village burnt to ash, that her life had essentially ended. A deep pinch at her stomach sent a jolt of pain through her center and she jumped. He’d dug his fingers into the soft skin just below her ribs.

“Don’t do that. The more you disappear from me, the further I’ll go to dig you out. I promise you that.” 

The water bearers were back with their last cauldrons of hot water and he felt her tense up, her arms instinctually going to cover herself, chin tucked to her chest.

“Look at me,” he said, tugging at her hair. She turned to face him, his lips stained dark from the wine, his eyes a bit less angry than before. “Don’t look at anyone but me. Ever. There is no one else but me.”

Ginny nodded as he ran his fingers up and down her bare back, over the little bumps of her spine. When the room was empty he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face down to his. His tongue drove in roughly between her lips, his teeth nipping as he kissed her, digging his fingers into the base of her skull, pulling a whine of pain from deep in her throat. Still, she kissed back. He felt her tongue, warm and tentative, moving to tangle with his, her mouth opening a bit wider to accept him, her soft lips pushing back. It enflamed him and he growled against her, his other hand holding her hip, keeping her pressed against him. He broke away and she gasped, pulling her hand up to cover her mouth as if it had betrayed her, her cheeks red with surprise and perhaps a little something else that she wouldn’t dare admit.

“That’s how you’ll greet me, finch. Every day. Every morning when I wake up; every day when I come for you. Every time I walk in the door I want your mouth on mine like that. Do you understand?”

She nodded and he stood, letting her fall to the floor.

[talesfromthefade]

Orana (Garrett Hawke cameo) || SFW || implied/referenced torture & violence || 1871 words

Her new mistress is an ambitious, quick-tempered and cruel woman. Orana learns soon enough to complete her tasks quickly and efficiently with an effort to be seen and heard as little as possible. But being entirely unaccustomed to most manner of traditional labor for a slave, stumbles and is often punished numerous times before an old, half-blind elf who works in the kitchens as the Mistress’s cook takes puty and takes her under his wing. The Mistress does buy her new slave dresses rather than shirts and pants as Halward had done, but Orana thinks this is probably simply meant to mock her. Hadriana had made a point of thoroughly examining her purchase and smirked at Halward’s handiwork.

Orana is neither man, nor woman now, but somehow both and neither at the same time. She keeps her name, though Hadriana rarely refers to any of her slaves by them. The young elf begins visiting her kind mentor at the end of the day when her chores are finished, helping him with preparing the evening meal and settling beside the dying embers of the fire afterwards to keep warm while she listens to his stories: myths and legends from the old elves and the Dalish, of the elven Gray warden who helped save all of Ferelden from another Blight. She takes to calling him Papa, and it’s good to have someone again, but she misses Dorian terribly.

She makes a singular attempt at escaping, actually makes it as far as the Circle, throwing herself at the feet of the Enchanters only to be informed that Dorian has once again left them and has been neither seen nor heard from since. They send for her Mistress, who puts on a show of thanking them profusely- all smiles and happiness at being reunited with her beloved slave, then tortures her for nearly four hours with one creative and cruel spell after another and makes the rest of the household watch. Some spells, she later learns from overhearing her talking with a visiting Magister, are of her own invention. She doesn’t think of running away anymore. It isn’t self-preservation that keeps her where she is, however, but fear of what might be done to those she cares about. Hadriana makes it clear she would not be the only one to pay for any further mistakes or transgressions, no matter how much she loves Papa’s cooking. Love, the young elf thinks, is every bit the weakness her elder sister always tried to impress upon her. She will not make the mistake of letting anyone else in ever again, of allowing anyone to be used or hurt because of her. She will give Hadriana no reason and no other to punish in her stead.

They travel to the Free Marches a few years later, to Kirkwall, trying to track down a prize for Hadriana’s Magister mentor. It is the first time the young elf has ever left Tevinter, and while this is nothing like a vacation, she finds the prospect a little bit exciting it its way; a chance to see more of the worlds that Papa has talked abut in his many stories. Orana doesn’t pretend to understand the meaning of their journey, or why the Mistress felt it necessary to bring so many of her household with her, and she isn’t nearly foolish enough to be caught trying to listen to what the Mistress and her companions are speaking about either. She wouldnt normally have even been brought along, she suspects, but Papa is getting old and needs the extra help in the kitchens more and more now, rusty as her skills are by comparison. Hadriana loves Papa’s soup. Kirkwall and it’s surrounding outskirts are much colder, damper than the cities and desserts of her native lands, but fate proves just as cruel to her here as it has ever been in Tevinter.

Hadriana is scared. ‘The little wolf’ they were hunting has proven himself a far greater adversary than she had anticipated. They drag away and kill her Papa, bleed him for a ritual she doesn’t understand. Something to make the Mistress and her fellow mages stronger. The old elf breathes his last, choking on blood, urging her to run, hide, and save herself.

Fear gifts her feet with flight without thought, but alone in the tense silence with only the company of her thoughts and the sounds of the other mages and lackeys shouting and searching for her coming ever nearer, Orana wonders briefly whether there is anything left of her, anything worth saving after losing so much. It’s almost a relief when she hears the approach of Hadriana’s associates as they enter the room where she’s hidden herself. They will find her soon, and this nightmare and all the misery that has preceded it will finally come to an end. She remembers little of her anymore, but she could be with her mother again, with ‘Papa’. And that doesn’t seem such a terrible fate.

But death doesn’t come in the form of a large and powerful animal like the great Dread Wolf from Papa’s stories. Death, in fact, much to her disappointment, doesn’t come for her at all. A tall dark-haired man with a stubbled face leads what has to be the strangest band of fighters that the young elf has ever seen, and for a moment she thinks perhaps she died afterall and all of this must be some kind of peculiar dream: her mind trying to make sense of what has just happened and adjust to the Veil, or some trick of Fen’Harel. Her attention is soon diverted, however, as a fierce-looking elf with tanned skin, snow white hair, odd markings, and a sword nearly as big as himself strapped to his back addresses her.

She should fear him, she thinks. She saw crouched and hidden away in the corner behind one of the pillars the way that he cut down some of Hadriana’s lackeys when the group charged in here: nearly making the task look effortless, but something in his eyes looks sad, sympathetic, even kind in the way that he looks at her, and his voice when he asks if they touched or hurt her is laced with what can only be genuine concern, as she fearfully recounts what she’s endured.It is only when she relates her assessment that her Mistress might be frightened of what is coming for her and the elf growls his approval with simmering rage in his voice that it occurs to her this is the one they had come looking for. You are their wolf, she thinks with dawning comprehension.

“Please don’t hurt her,” Orana begs, even as she hates herself for doing so. “She’ll be so angry if you hurt her.” And if they lose, she thinks, the Mistress will have no one left to be angry with, no one left to punish but her.

“This has been terrible for you,” the leader of their group at the strange elf’s side offers in sympathy.

“Everything was fine until today,” Orana replies, shaking her head, tears filling her eyes in spite of her best efforts to keep them at bay.

“It wasn’t,” the other elf contradicts, looking pained. You just didn’t know any better.” She has, Orana almost says so, but it hurts to think of Dorian, of when she was once happy, even felt relatively safe.It has been years since she's had that now and thinking on it only mae her new lot seem all the more heavy and unbearable. She doesn’t expect to be happy now, bit to be safe again... To serve a Master that could protect her, that would look out for her... now that Papa is gone, now she is alone again...

Are you my Master now,” she asks curiously, studying him. Surely, a fellow elf would treat her well enough.

“No,” he replies vehemently, looking rather horrified and angry at the idea.

“But I can cook. I can clean, what else will I do,” she asks desperately grasping at straws, at a purpose now everything has been thrown into chaos and Hadriana and her fellows have taken her only friend and comfort from her.

“If you go to Kirkwall, I can help you,” the man offers kindly. He is a Shem, and a mage, but despite it all Orana knows, must believe that whatever she has suffered at the hands of her former Masters, humans and mages cannot all be bad, her mind flashing briefly to a familiar and long-missed smile and bright bronze and silver streaked eyes. The male elf who’d shown her sympathy keeps this man’s company. Perhaps she misjudged, perhaps he too is a slave or member of the man’s household... “Yes? Oh praise the Maker,” the young elf breathes relieved. “Thank you,” Orana replies gratefully. She doesn’t wait a moment longer, before dashing off down the hallway they have just cleared, making her way out of the maze of passages until she can feel the sun on her face again, taste the salt of the coast in the air. She runs all the way to Kirkwall, her feet sore and blistered by the end from hot sand, sharp rocks, and the long distance. The cold of the stones of the city are almost welcome by her journey’s end, but she is far away from Hadriana and those who would try to bleed her as they had her Papa, and if she is uncharacteristically blessed then perhaps the mage and his band of followers will rid her of her Mistress for good. She earns some glares and strange looks for stopping in the Chantry when she stumbles upon it, but takes a seat in a lonely pew in the back and sends up a prayer to Andraste and whoever might be listening and acting on her behalf that for once fate might be kind, and her new master might be as well, before it occurs to her she hadn’t even bothered to ask for his name. It appears to be unnecessary, however, as a brief description to those who bothered to stop and speak with her all yield the same name. Garrett Hawke. His reputation precedes him it seems, though thus far what Orana has gleaned from passersby that know of him, have largely been positive. Indeed curiously the only negative assessments of his character came from fellow nobles who apparently disapproved of his success in improving his station. Her new master came to the city as a refugee, scraping by and saving every copper he earned from any off jobs he could get, and found the wealth to restore his family’s name and home on an expedition in the Deep Roads with the what sounds like the dwarf she’d seen accompanying him and several other companions back in the caves. She should reserve judgment, but Orana resolves instead to reserve the right to change her mind- for the moment, if everything these people have said of Messere Hawke is true, it will be an honor to serve and call him her new Master.

[ginasneesby]

5th instalments *may contains spoilers*

One doesn't go to see a fifth instalment of a movie franchise and expect magic and originality. I decided to do 2 in one day, starting with Pirates of the Caribbean: Salazar's revenge. The cast was much the same as it has been through all the other films with Johnny Depp at the helm backed up by Kevin McNally as his lackey Gibbs, Geoffrey Rush as his forever frenemy Barbosa and a couple of cameos from Orlando and Kiera who weren't in number 4. The story is about Salazar, a Spanish seaman who was killed after trying to catch jack sparrow many years before (cue really creepy cgi young Johnny Depp) but as is the way with Pirates, they were cursed and so didn't actually die but are sort of in the middle. Pretty sure they covered zombie pirates who can't be killed in the first one, but this one is Javier Bardem and has floaty hair, so it's totally new. Meanwhile, Orlando and Kiera's son decides to go looking for Jack and his compass to find Poseidon's trident to break his father curse (you remember, he's the new davey jones and can only come on land every 10 years). Some girl comes into it on the way too with about the only funny joke about being a horologist to which the pirates reply, well you've got to make a living. She has a book which just so happens to have a map to the trident. WHAT!?! I know right. So the story has been done before, the characters are a bit dried up and have seen their best lines well behind them, and captain jack sparrow is no longer a clever pirate who drinks a bit but gets away with things thanks to his charm; he's now a drunken bum who you actually dislike (or I do anyway). Trying to put personal feelings for Johnny Depp aside, but he's too old and too drunk and too much of an ass to be a loveable character now. I did say trying. The actual film was pretty good, Javier Bardem is a great baddy, backed up with David Wenham as the naval officer and the kids are actually kinda cute. Plus Geoffrey Rush, who is always good, and has a twist in his story 😱. As a big fan of the original films, I also liked the cameos from Will turner and Elizabeth swan, it brought back all the feels from 2003! But please jeebus, don't make another one!! The next film I watched was the 5th transformers film, this one is called 'The Last Knight'. Optimus Prime is floating through space to look for his makers, transformers are illegal on earth as they keep fucking stuff up, and have trashed Chicago which is a no go area. We open on some kids deciding to go into the no go area and funnily enough coming across trouble. The script for the youth of today, I mean, did someone my age actually sit and write these words 'yo I'm just gonna hot wire this bitch' or did the kids ad lib? Do kids actually talk like that?!? Anyway, along comes Mark Wahlberg and bumblebee and they fight the power and go back to their junk yard where the massive robot dinosaurs can blend in... apparently. The story goes that the transformers have been coming to earth for thousands of years and they gave a spear to Merlin that helps him and Arthur win whichever battle it is they're fighting and must be protected as in the wrong hands it would bring chaos or death or something. Merlin btw played by Stanley Tucci, who's first line in a very English accent is 'my god I'm totally sozzled', I mean it's true, that's how we all speaks here in England. They introduce an Oxford professor, Laura Haddock, who happens to be a descendant of merlin and so is the only person who can handle the spear and ensure death and destruction doesn't befall us all! She of course is tall and slender and gorgeous and wears wholly inappropriate clothes for robot fighting, but that's not her fault. And in fairness, she does have the best line, when Mark Wahlberg gets upset that she's cleverer than he is and calls her 'an overeducated ice princess in a stripper dress' (script writers, just magical) and she gets to call out him and all of 'Murica by saying 'it's only in America that being highly educated is a bad thing' But I haven't even mentioned the best part, my dad also known as Anthony Hopkins (not actually my dad). He is the keeper of the information, the man with the plan, the guy who knows all the shit about the Merlin story. He and his family have looked after the Whitwiccans (decendants of Merlin) for as long as there have been whitwiccans. Any fans of the originals will see the similarities to Shia Leboeuf's characters name. And he is English and posh and rambles and knows a back door into 10 Downing Street and tells the prime minister to get a grip and has a crazy robot butler and helps to shoot megatron and is basically the best thing about the film and yet begs the question, DAD WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN A TRANSFORMERS FILM! While all this is going on, the robot planet is traveling to earth to basically use its energy to reform and fix itself and take the place of earth, Optimus prime is a bad guy for about 10 minutes then snaps out of it and they all come together above Stonehenge... to save the world. So like I said, I knew I was spending a day watching 5th instalments of these films and yet was pleasantly surprised. I mean, there was nothing new but they weren't the worst films I've ever seen. The first was all Johnny Depp saying something stupid and yet managing to stay alive while everyone around him out acted him, and the second.... was a Michael Bay movie about alien robots and pretty girls in tight outfits. Worth a watch if you like movies, but I wouldn't necessarily pay for them.