Archive | July 31, 2018

Bad Things: Pet

Jul31

Content warnings: dehumanization (literally), torture, captivity, more torture, humiliation, loss of self, semi-starvation and food-based torture.  Off of this prompt. 

@Chanter_Greenie, I bet you know who this is. 

Someone remind me to post the post-Ghost Story bit once I find it?

The transformation had hurt like hell.

On bad moments, he held on to that.

She was good at these things; he was pretty sure she could’ve made it painless.  She liked the pain — she like his pain.

When he’d realized what she was doing, he’d tried to run away, despite the shackles holding him down, despite the blades she’d driven through both his feet.  “Little beastie,” she’d purred into his ear. “Beast you are, and I don’t think you look the part enough.” Continue reading →

Beauty-Beast 40: Yourself

Jul31

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“…We should do what we have to with our day.”  The look on Timaios’ face had nothing to do with business and everything to do with business.  But his words… he had to pay attention to his words.

Ctirad cleared his throat.  “As you wish, sir.”

Timaios’ expression, if anything, became more lascivious.   “Oh, oh Ctirad, you are delicious right now.  Can you smile a little for me?”

“For ‘delicious,’ sir, I can smile more than a little.”  He let his lips turn up in a broad smile and lowered his chin, not out of shyness but to look up at his owner through his eyelashes.  “I’m glad you the way I look in the clothes you bought me, sir. Timaios.” He shifted one hip, posing. “And when we are done with business I hope you like taking them off of me too.” Continue reading →

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Mischief

Jul31

Count: ~800
Chara(s): A god of Mischief (OC*)
Pairing(s): N/A
Fandom: Org Fic – Fae Apoc xover
Prompt: Muzzled

So this.  This is a series of stories taking place in my universe, Fae Apoc, at the time just before the aforementioned apoc.  Portals are opening up to one other world at that time, and in this story, well, they happen to open up into a whole BUNCH of worlds. 

And from those worlds, a bunch of poor soon-to-be-victims-of-bad-things who bear some resemblances to fandom characters happen to slip through some portals.  And then bad things happen to them. 

Because that, after all, is the name of the Bingo.

Content warnings: bondage, capture, humiliation

This is technically Chapter Four.  Chapter Three (Genius) and Chapter One (Asset) will return later. 

4. Mischief

He’d really pissed off someone this time.  

Mischief wasn’t sure how they’d taken him down; generally he could get out of any trap.  That was, after all, what he was known and made for. Causing chaos. Getting out of trouble.  Causing more trouble.

But right now, he was in a cage, and they had put a muzzle on him.

The worst indignity of all, the thing that was making him glare at the bars as if without words he might be able to tear them off their hinges, was that they hadn’t even done that specially for him.  

There were people in three of the other cages, and they were all wearing muzzles and wooden collars.

After that, the indignity of being naked seemed hardly important.

But he was Mischief, and he wasn’t going to put up with anything like that.  He could pull on illusion without speaking. He could pull on illusion without his magic.  He could pull on illusion while half-dead and bleeding out.

He pulled his favorite court jacket and trews out of the air and wrapped them around himself.  He tried for a smirk, but the muzzle pressed at his lips and his cheeks.

It was a nasty thing – splintery wood, like the collar, and metal, a piece over his tongue in metal with little spikes in it, and bands under his chin and over his nose.  He had been muzzled before – by the court of his father, for being what he was. By the enemies of his father’s court, for the same reason. Those muzzles had been frustrating, annoying, and in the end, had shown that he had been caught doing his job, being exactly what he was supposed to. Continue reading →