#tw!dubcon

Somehow your last trial didn’t go as planned, and instead of making it out yourself you pushed your accompanying reagent towards the shuttle, putting yourself between them and Franco. And that’s how you ended up stuck with him.

Maybe it was wrong of you, but when you rolled over and looked at Franco’s sleeping form, the pacifier hanging from his lips lazily, you couldn’t help the idea that popped into your head. Maybe it was vengeance on all the times a teeth bullet from Lupara had just barely grazed your flesh, or maybe because of all the insults that bordered on kinky threats. His room was dimly lit but you were able to still see enough in his makeshift living space to spot the various sex toys he kept around.

Slowly and gently you ease yourself out of his hold, his arm having been wrapped around your torso while he snuggled up like an infant. You quietly step over the various garbage and broken glass on the floor towards one of the shelves, plucking one of the multiple silicone toys from it. With no harness, you slip your belt out of the loops of your pants to make a makeshift one.

Easing your pants and panties down you fasten the makeshift harness to yourself before reaching to undo the fastenings on his own belt and pants. “Mmph?” He mumbles incoherently, still half asleep.

“You need a mommy? I’ll show you.” You grit out as you attempt to situate him on his front. You spit onto the shaft of the toy and stroke it to lubricate it just enough so that it still hurt.

Franco was still out of it, trying to figure out what was going on in his half conscious state. “Hmph? ..what’s-..”

Your hands come down to his exposed ass, pulling his cheeks apart enough to see his puckered hole, spitting a glob onto it. “Gonna put you in your place, bambino.” You practically spit the name.

With no warning you thrust your hips forward, forcing the slicked toy into his unprepared hole. Franco jolts, fully awake now. “A-ah shit. What-..what’re ya..doin ta me?” Still a little disoriented, his nails dig into the fabric of his stained comforter but making no attempt to get away as your hips steadily rock into him.

“Giving you what you need bambino.”

He lets out a growl “Don’t call me bambino.”

You bring a hand down swatting his ass, earning a yelp from him. “I’ll do what I want when I have you like this.”

He whimpers as you angle your hips to stroke deeper, “D-did’t know..mm..you had th-this side to ya sweetness.”

You smack his ass again, harder this time. “Just say thank you like a good boy.”

It’s like a dam burst and his usual cockiness is gone instantly. “Thank you. T-thank you mommy. I can be..ya good boy.” He babbles repeatedly as he pushes further back to meet your thrusts. You can hear him sniffling as your hips snap into him, relentlessly battering into him. “I-..’m not crying. That’s just what my eyes do.” He tries to play it off.

“It’s okay,” you coo with mock sweetness, “cry for mommy like the little bitch you are.”

He lets out a loud whine, his cock aching and the tip drooling against the covers. You reach a hand around, taking him into your hand and pumping in tandem with your thrusts. The noises he makes are unlike any you’ve ever heard before. What started as a way to get him back for all the torture he’s put you through, suddenly is becoming more than just sadistically fulfilling and now turning you on.

You feel his cock twitch in your hand before he cums down it. You bury the silicone dick all the way to the base in his ass, keeping him nice and full as he rides out his orgasm. His moans are loud and borderline pathetic, broken “thank you’s” and “mommy’s” tumbling out.

Once he’s started to come down you ease out of his ass, enjoying the sight of the way you left him.

His breathing is still a little heavy as he curls back into your side when you’ve redressed “Next time,” he says around the pacifier he’s tucked snuggly back into his mouth, “you’re gonna have to let me suck on ya tits.”

You never should’ve wandered off alone.

You’d heard the stories about him, Mahito, the curse with a smile like razors and fingers that could unravel your soul. But you weren’t a sorcerer. You weren’t a threat. At least, you hadn’t thought so.

But now, you’re pinned beneath him. Breathing ragged. Limbs trembling. His mutated form looms above, a warped silhouette of sinew and shifting flesh, too many eyes blinking lazily open across his shoulders, all focused on you.

“You’re interesting,” he murmurs, head tilting, his voice full of mock curiosity. “Not quite girl, not quite boy. All soft. All mine.”

His hand strokes down your chest, fingers elongating and then flattening, touching you with a reverence that doesn’t match the way he’s tearing you apart inside. His lower body has changed, twisted, monstrous, cock thick and inhuman, and worse, knotted. You’d barely had a moment to register it before he’d pushed into you, stretching you open, claiming you.

Now, you’re locked together. No escape.

“Relax,” Mahito croons, voice syrupy, twisted amusement dripping from every syllable. “Your body was made to adapt. Isn’t that what you humans do? Evolve under pressure?”

You squirm, but all it does is make the knot throb inside you. He groans low, breath hot against your neck as he presses his face into your skin, sniffing, licking, tasting the salt of your tears and sweat.

The sound of the pen dropping echoed in the room as that same hand came up to roughly turn your face to look at his icy expression.

“Are you going to act like a brat now? Is that how you want this to go?” he seethed, patience on its last breath at your complete disregard of the rules instated upon you.

You blinked a couple of times, all of the possible scenarios running through your mind - each just as bad for you as the last.

So, you did the smartest thing you could think and shook your head.

Remus let out a huff but let go of your face, patting your cheek with hindered gentleness.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he murmured, picking up his pen again to continue his work.

You kept your gaze on his face, kissing the underside of his jaw lightly, “sorry, Remmy.”

Remus hummed, squeezing your thigh again in his own show of appreciation.

Sirius and James both snickered from their respective place around the large oak table, their fingers clicking away on the keyboard as they worked.

“Testing our luck today, are we, sweetheart?” James smirked.

Even though you were the one to ask to join them in the meeting room to watch them work, you were not prepared for how mind-numbingly dull it would be to actually watch them do work.

“No… I just thought we could do something,” you spoke quietly - as James stated, you really were testing your luck.

“Oh, and what would that be?” Sirius leaned forward on his elbows, raising a questioning brow at you, face laced with mischief.

You shrugged, feeling Remus drop the pen yet again.

“I don’t know… just something.”

“We’ll do something tomorrow, doll…- we have a meeting at the club later,” Remus spoke, boredom lacing his tone as he referred to the business they planned to do.

You perked up a little, making all of them raise a brow.

“Please, can I come?” you pleaded, trying to sound as sweet as possible as you looked at Remus with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pout you could muster.

Remus huffed out a chuckle, “doll, it’s gonna be nothing but a bunch of men discussing… business.”

“Not something for our sweet little girl to hear,” Sirius added, smirking as he talked.

“No, please… I promise I’ll be good… just please let me come with you…- I’ll be quiet and sit still now if I can come.”

Remus rolled his eyes at you, “if you didn’t sit still now, I would send you to another room.”

“Please…- pretty please,” you put your hands together in prayer, lips wobbling, “please, daddy.”

“Fine… but one wrong move tonight, and you won’t be able to stand for a week,” Remus spoke sternly. Not a threat, but a promise.

You nodded, a triumphant but small smile on your face.

“Lucky girl,” James winked at you, returning to his work while you got comfortable on Remus’ lap once again, giddiness radiating off of your body.

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Your reflection stared back at you in the large standing oval mirror, your hands smoothing down the dress adorning your body. It was tighter than what you normally would wear, accentuating your body in ways that made you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to hide.

You were too caught up in examining yourself to notice the three men entering the room, until a pair of arms had snaked around your body, pulling you against a hard chest - the smell of cigarettes and citrus infiltrating your nose.

“Look at you,” Sirius whispered in your ear, his breath making goosebumps rise over your entire body. His lips trailed over your neck, teeth scraping against the flesh teasingly.

Remus leaned back on the bed, watching your figure in the mirror, a hungry glint in his eyes. Everything about them radiated power, dominating energy swimming in their nature.

James rummaged through their closet for something to wear, his lean torso shining from the evening sun. He turned as he buttoned up the crisp white shirt he had found, smirking as he caught your eye in the mirror.

“Do you like the dress, doll?” Remus asked, sitting up to remove his shirt and find a fresh one to wear out.

You whimpered quietly as Sirius squeezed your hips, hands gliding over your body, keeping you right against him.

“It’s nice… it’s just a bit tight,” you murmured, still focused on your accentuated figure.

“That’s the point, little thing,” Sirius chuckled against your neck, “gotta show everyone how pretty our little slut is.”

Sirius’ hand glided up, coming to rest around your throat, making your breath hitch. The way he gripped you forced your head angled up as his other hand travelled to the hem of your dress, slipping right under.

“Our good little toy… always ready for us to use,” he smirked sadistically, tightening the grip around your neck, forcing out a gasp as your air supply was strained.

Your own hands held onto Sirius’ arm, your eyes wide as your gaze flickered between his and the two others in different places in the room, each smirking as they watched the scene unfold.

Sirius’ fingers danced lightly over your sweet bundle of nerves, covered by the pretty pink fabric you had been gifted and instructed to wear. Your breath hitched and followed by a whimper, your eyes fluttering at the minimal amount of friction.

Already you could feel the fabric dampen at the teasing, so when Sirius dipped his fingers lower, feeling over the wet patch, it came as absolutely no surprise that his fingers glistened as he pulled them from you.

You whined as he withdrew his fingers, watching with a pout as he brought them to your lips, only having to raise an eyebrow before your lips parted for him.

“So fucking needy,” he chuckled darkly, watching intently as you licked your own arousal from his fingers.

A whiny ‘please’ fell from your lips as Sirius pulled his fingers from your mouth, chuckles echoing through the room.

“Later, you needy thing,” Remus smirked, his arms crossed in the black dress shirt he adorned.

James came to stand beside you, smiling smugly at the far out look in your eyes, achieved by Sirius’ minimal teasing. He carried a blue velvet box in his hands; it looked as if it was for a necklace but was too large for just that.

“We’ve got another thing for you to wear tonight, sweetheart,” he grinned.

You whined as Sirius detached from you, leaving your body to wobble in front of the mirror.

A large hand came to roughly grip your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your gaze upon the bespectacled man's face.

“Stop with the fucking whining, or you’re not coming with us,” James spoke harshly, “do you want to stay home alone, huh?”

You quickly shook your head as best as you could in his grip, “no, I’m sorry.”

James hummed with a smirk, letting go of your cheek to open the box for you.

Inside was a beautiful simple necklace with a green gem hanging on the end of the chain; what caught your eye was the item beside it - a delicate metal plug with a matching green jewel on the end, sparkly from the evening sun shining through the large windows.

You stared, unable to form any sort of words. You had never done anything like that before, and the thought of having to wear it for a whole evening was daunting enough to stun you into silence.

“What do you say, pet?” Remus asked with a raised brow from the bed, leaning forward to study your reaction.

You gulped, looking up from the box only to be met with a very pleased and mischievous look from James.

“Thank you, daddies… I-I..”

James patted your cheek, “-no need to say anything more, sweet thing… now, go lay across Moony’s lap.”

You could only nod, moving over to Remus with shaky steps. As soon as you were within arms reach, Remus tugged you across his lap with a not-so-gentle force.

“Just relax, doll… it’ll be worse if you don’t,” Remus murmured. Scarred hands gripping your thighs before sliding the bottom of your dress up and your panties to the side, revealing your bottom and already dripping cunt.

“I don’t want it to hurt,” you whispered, trying your hardest not to whine at the soft touch.

Remus’ hand dipped down, his fingers running through your arousal and spreading it over your tight ring of muscles.

“It won’t if you just relax, pet,” Remus murmured.

You tried relaxing as best as you could, but you couldn’t hide the startled whimper when a sudden cold prodded at your backside - the metal slowly pushing its way in.

Your eyes shut tight, your fingers tightening around the tussled sheets. Remus held your hips up, angling them for easier access as Sirius slowly pushed in the sparkly plug.

A long moan escaped your parted lips as the plug fell in place, fully seethed in you, filling you in a way you had never experienced.

“Beautiful,” Sirius grinned, smacking your bum - not hard enough to bruise, but stinging enough to be felt and make a yelp escape you.

With quick movements, your panties were placed prettily back in place, and your dress smoothed down once again before you were helped to your feet. A whine caught in your throat as you balanced on your feet with the foreign object in your body, putting an unknown pressure in you.

James’ hands glided along your neck, the dainty chain of the necklace following right behind. His hand manoeuvred the necklace onto your neck, the pendant falling prettily on your collarbone.

“Our pretty slut…- shining from head to toe,” James whispered smugly, one hand caressing your bum and the other lightly brushing the side of your neck.

Another moan escaped you when his large hand gripped your bum hard, giving you a stern look in the mirror.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said hastily, feeling a little woozy, but the satisfied look on each of their faces was approval enough.

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The bass thumped in your heart, the music loud even from the back table you were all seated at. You observed the way all the other men spoke, the way they all acted. It was amusing in a way, and it was clear who was in power -

they were all afraid.

You sat quietly between Sirius and Remus, a scarred hand resting possessively on your thigh.

You found it almost impossible to sit still, but any kind of shifting caused the plug to poke and move, creating a small sort of friction, which was just unbearable.

You snapped out of your little daze, eyes moving to stare at Remus’ profile as you felt his hand tighten on your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh, surely creating bruises for tomorrow.

“No,” he growled, an answer to something you hadn’t heard.

“Why else would you bring a whore to a meeting?” a dark voice spoke.

The man sat opposite you around the table, his skin a pale white, almost sickly. He looked like a snake, his huge green beady eyes staring at you as he smirked, chin in hand, observing you.

“No more of this… let’s get back to business,” Sirius spoke through gritted teeth, clearly on the edge of losing his temper, his fists whitening as he clenched them by his side.

The man raised his hand in surrender, laughing darkly, “alright, alright, off-limits.” His eyes locked with yours and a cold shiver ran up your spine as his voice lowered.

“- got it.”

You averted your eyes quickly, scooting closer to Remus out of instinct.

The men's voices faded quickly into the background again, your mind drifting to other places that weren’t a boring business meeting.

You missed the looks shared between your three men, the mental communication they somehow shared.

“Let’s go dance, puppy,” James said, standing from his place around the table.

You perked up, looking at him with huge eyes as you spoke a “really?” making them chuckle.

He didn’t answer; instead, he reached over Sirius to hoist you up, carrying you out of the booth and straight to his side to lead you to the crowded dance floor.

You managed your way through the crowd, James’ hand gripped tightly on your hip as you found a good spot to dance.

The music was loud; you almost couldn’t hear it from the pounding of the bass. The lights flashed and blinked across yours, and James’ face, his smirk ever-present as his hands wandered your body. His moves were light, not really dancing, mostly just moving your body against him - front to front.

A light layer of sweat glistened on your exposed skin, the dance floor a huge bubble of heat, full of bodies bumping together in a huge mush.

Your own hands travelled up and down James’ chest, feeling the muscles shift under his shirt.

Standing on your tip-toes, you leaned upward with parted lips; he understood and leaned down so you could speak to him in his ear over the loud music.

“Who was that man?”

James’ hand tightened in reflex on your hip, “that’s Adder Blake…- you stay away from him, you hear me, doll?”

You don’t dare argue or question James, his stare hard and serious, leaving you no wiggle room for argument. You nodded, glancing a peek over your shoulder, only to be met with the green beady eyes already on you with much intensity.

“I don’t like him; he’s scary looking,” you shouted over the music, making James chuckle.

“Luckily, you don’t ever have to talk to him,” James spoke loudly, turning your body so he could grind you against himself.

“Come on, sweetheart, dance… that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He spoke near your ear, making you shiver as your body moved faster against him.

You moved with the beat as best as you could with James’ tight grip on you. Every sensation washed over you, and your eyes shut, just enjoying the true feeling of carelessness.

James pulled you in a way, grinding you perfectly against him; the plug moved in you, creating friction. Your moan was drowned in the music, but James felt your body stutter and the stop in your movements.

“Did that feel good, sweet thing?” James smirked, even though you couldn’t see it.

You nodded, turning in his arms and pressed yourself close against him, your hands gripping onto him tightly.

He chuckled but held you just as tight, his hands guiding your hips as he slotted a leg between yours. He ground you on his thigh to the beat of the music; your mind went fuzzy from the stimulation.

James’ left hand left your hip, gliding down and under the hem of your dress, finding the base of the plug through your panties and pressing on it.

If it weren’t for his grip on you, you would have buckled at the overwhelming sensation.

The public nature of the interaction had heat rising to your cheeks, but the stimulation was too good for you to care.

“There we are, blossom… cum on my thigh… right here on the dance floor, like the whore you are,” James smugly said in your ear, his movements quickening.

The pressure you felt in your abdomen grew larger and larger until you couldn’t help but fall apart, shamefully hiding your face in James’ chest as you did.

The small bursts of pleasure bled through your body as you shook slightly, James grinding you through it.

As the ringing in your ears stopped, the loud bass pounded in your ears once more. You unburied your face, looking at James’ smug expression.

You turned your face, your eyes instantly meeting both Remus and Sirius, both of them adorning similar smug looks as they stared at you.

Another pair of eyes found yours, bleeding into the side of your skull like a laser being pointed directly at you.

The same beady eyes belonging to the snake-like man, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips. You could almost see all the thoughts that ran through his mind, but just as quick as you’d met his eyes, you diverted yours again back to James.

Adder’s stare made you feel sick, you couldn’t quite decipher what it meant, but you knew that James was right to tell you to stay away from him.

“I’m ready to go home now,” you said, tugging on the shoulder of James’ shirt.

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“What did you think of tonight, little one?” Sirius asked, stroking your hair as you rested against him on the backseat of the car.

“It was fun… the people you work with are funny to look at,” you murmured, voice slurred as you tried to keep awake.

“In what way?” Remus asked from the driver's seat.

You giggled as you nuzzled further into Sirius’ warmth, “they’re all afraid of you.”

“-expect for that snake man,” you shivered at the memory of the beady eyes.

“Snake man?” Sirius questioned with a raised brow, looking at James in the passenger seat.

“Adder,” James murmured.

Sirius hummed, tightening his grip on you, “did Adder scare you, huh, little thing?”

“Mhmm,” you whined, closing your eyes with a yawn.

“No need to be afraid of him, doll… he would be dead before he even tried something,” Remus chuckled.

“Just sleep, sweet girl,” James spoke softly, reaching a hand back to brush your knee.

“Goodnight,” you yawned again, slowly drifting off on Sirius, his comforting touch soothing you to sleep.