Evil drabblings
Art (Key/Minho) for lefty_215 and the voters at my page :D
warning for: bondage; humiliation; fuckery; molesting
Minho didn't know where he was, and with what he imagined was a blindfold around his eyes, all he would know was what he could feel and hear. He was sitting up, and could stroke his fingers around thin rope that was too tightly binding his wrists together behind his back.
He was seated on something soft, his back pressed against what he thought was a headboard, and could unhappily tell he was naked, the cool air in whatever room he'd found himself in being all too invasive. He had goosebumps, he was sure, if not from the cold then from the chills that crept up his back, warning him something was horribly wrong.
A similar, though different, chill creeped up his arm - and he shuddered away from it when he realized it was, in fact, touch.
A horrid and familiar laugh reached his ears and he tightly squeezed his eyes shut under his blindfold, wishing himself far away. "I thought you were awake." the voice said, and it was Key, of all people, and he'd never felt so vulnerable in his life. He knew without a doubt that Key would be merciless. He could die here, and he was sure that'd be only after he faced tortures that could be seen as worse than death, so he couldn't hesitate to surrender.
"Please." he said in a broken voice, "Whatever you want.."
He felt cold fingers press into his cheeks then, squeezing his face uncomfortably. "What could you possibly offer? Apart from a nice good scream or two, maybe.."
"When Onew comes for me, I'll tell him not to hurt you--nngh.." The pressure of the fingers against his cheeks increased painfully, and he jerked his head from their grip before they could break something, which he suddenly felt like they could.
"If Onew comes for you," Key said, "he'll suffer more horribly than even you."
"I haven't done anything." Minho said, feeling Key move over top of him, feeling clothed legs on either side of his lap, feeling entirely too naked. Key only made matters worse, ignoring his useless words of self-defense to laugh out, "You're smaller than Onew. I wonder if he was disappointed by this thing." To examplify what exactly he spoke of, Key gripped Minho's cock in a fierce, cold grip. Minho cringed and hissed, bucking his hips up to attempt throwing the smaller body off of his, but Key was either heavier than he looked or simply too prepared for him.
Key let go of him anyway, moving his hand roughly down between Minho's legs, rubbing his inner thigh with harsh force. "Or is he more interested in the other side nowadays?"
"You're sick!" Minho had said the words to Key before, but now he yelled them and twisted crazily in a futile attempt to free himself. Though he thought for a moment he felt Key's weight rise up off of him, it was quickly set back down - higher up in Minho's lap, and shortly there after, Minho felt something flat and metal held against his face. He'd felt it before, so he already knew it was Key's dagger.
"You hold still," Key said, and traced the dagger down so the blade just lightly scrapped at Minho's skin. "So I can draw pretty pictures."
Slut (Jonghyun/Taemin) for wilmis
warning for: bondage; softcore rape
There was no moving room for Taemin's arms at all, as tightly as his wrists were binded to the wall behind him, strapped in black silver studded leather that looked hardly any different from the bracelets that he usually wore. In fact, with blonde bangs hanging in his face, tight leather pants, and a dark red tank top under a belt-covered black vest, he looked to Jonghyun like a slut that wanted to be in this position.
Except for the pathetic crying, of course, which was thankfully muffled - if only a bit - by the black gags over his mouth. Oh yeah, Jonghyun used multiple ones. Taemin was impressively noisy.
It was easy to hear his whiney sobs grow louder, as Jonghyun reached to the top of his tanktop and ripped it like paper down the middle. Jonghyun grinned fondly, reaching up to push some of Taemin's bangs back over his head so he could see his horrified eyes. Taemin looked at him as if he was a horrible, powerful monster. Technically he was, but he wasn't so often given the 'respect' he deserved. If there weren't two gags blocking his way, he'd even kiss the kid for that.
He dropped Taemin's bangs again. His hands roughly moved down the youth's body instead, harshly gripping leather-clad thighs and jerking them upwards, until the long skinny legs wrapped obediently around his waist. Jonghyun humped against Taemin, who kept uselessly screaming as loud as he could and wasting his energy in attempts to pull his hands from their bonds. His wrists were skinny, but not possibly that skinny.
Jonghyun's fingers gripped the waist of Taemin's pants at his hips, pulling outwards hard to give a tear in the leather. Taemin's legs tightened around him in his useless struggles, and he seemed to be attempting to headbutt Jonghyun, which just made the vampire laugh, and made the tears begin that much more easily.
He scratched Taemin's thighs as he dragged his fingernails down, ripping strips of leather out of the pants that would let them easily fall off of the human. He successfully pulled the pants away, though he was sure some of their ruin's clung onto the youth's calves (he didn't care), and he laughed again. Taemin hadn't bothered with underwear. He could see the redness in his face above the gag, and that blush just made Jonghyun think of heat and that was exactly what Taemin was going to give him.
His hands gripped the human's newly bare ass, seperating cheeks and pushing a dry cold finger up against the hole between them. Whatever was left of Taemin's throat must have been destroyed then, judging by the sound that was held in by the gag. When Jonghyun's finger forced it's way up inside of him, all Taemin could do was hang his head and weakly sob.
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This fic is based in the universe that belongs to my multi-chaptered fics Open Window and it's sequel White Noise.
ummmm I could have kept going on both of these forever but I made myself stop. U MAD?