Aladdin, Aladdin/Jasmine
anonymous
July 9 2011, 23:07:20 UTC
Non-con. Jafar takes control of Jasmine's body. Her mind is free of is influence, but not her body or actions. He forces her to have sex with Aladdin. She loves him, but she is very much not ready for sex, and he respects that. If Jafar had made her appear to be a mindless, submissive sex doll, Aladdin would have immediately know what was up, and would never have gone through with it. But he knows her just enough to make her behave, and assure him that she was ready, in a way that seems pretty in character, and wouldn't make him suspicious. Immediately afterwards, Jafar ends the spell, and she regains control of her body. Aladdin doesn't understand how the woman who seemed to genuinely enjoy herself when they were making love bursts into tears minutes later.
Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (1/?)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:25:17 UTC
A/N: This is a bit of an AU, where Jafar didn't find an opportunity to intervene in Aladdin and Jasmine's courtship, so they've gotten together happily-ever-after (post first movie, at any rate) but Jafar is still around. Also, I've never written non-con before, and I'm not sure exactly what possessed me to try it now (it's definitely not what I imagined my first fill on this meme would be!), but I hope it's close to what you were looking for
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Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (2/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:29:02 UTC
Aladdin was in the suite he'd been given at the palace, trying to work his way through one of the books of legal codes piled on his breakfast table. It was slow going, as he still wasn't a fast reader yet, and Jasmine could tell that he was glad of the distraction when she entered his room. "Aladdin," her voice said with a smile, "I hope you're not too busy. There's something I'd like to talk to you about
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Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (3/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:30:00 UTC
He caught her hands again, surprise crossing his features. "You mean you want to do this now?"
Jasmine felt a surge of hope. Perhaps if he wasn't ready, or even simply wasn't in the mood, then they would be spared, and none of this would happen.
Her hand snatched back, and her body turned slightly away from him. "I-is something wrong, Aladdin? You don't want...?" Her tone was uncertain, and a little hurt.
"No, that's not it at all!" Aladdin protested, wrapping his arms gently around her shoulders. "I was just a little surprised. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm interested, believe me. I just need a few minutes to get all that legal stuff out of my head."
The thread of hope that Jasmine clung to snapped. That would be all it would take, she thought despondently. Make him think he's said something stupid and upset me, and he'll do whatever he thinks will fix things. Aladdin had actually put his foot in his mouth with her enough times in the past that playing on those fears would easily make him cast aside any
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Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (4/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:30:40 UTC
Encouraged, he stroked her - tentatively at first, fingertips feathering over the slit between her labia - then, as he heard the soft noises of pleasure rising from her throat, he grew bolder, dipping a finger into that slit, swirling it in the warm fluids of her body's arousal, and rubbing along the length of her vulva. Responding to the gasps and whimpers that his touches drew from her, Aladdin soon found her clitoris and concentrated his attentions on it, and every brush of his fingertips sent ripples of sensation through her body. In only a couple of minutes - though it seemed like an eternity for Jasmine, barred from acting but equally helpless to hide from what was happening - the muscles in her lower abdomen and thighs clenched, her back arched, and wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her body
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Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (5/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:31:22 UTC
He returned the smile that she felt stretching her features. "That's all I needed to know." He slid his fingers out, and she felt the pressure against her opening as his penis pushed its way inside her. Even as relaxed and lubricated as her body was, it was larger than her fingers had been, and it met with some initial resistance. She felt his thumb tracing slow circles around her clitoris, and her pelvis angled up to receive him. He didn't simply thrust in; he kept up a slow, steady pressure against her vaginal opening, and gradually the head of his erection slipped inside her. It didn't hurt, precisely, though the feeling was strange and different; she felt stretched, as her body tried to accommodate the foreign object
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Fill: A Voice Not Her Own (6/6)tigerdreamsOctober 22 2011, 04:31:54 UTC
Aladdin's first impulse, which he stifled with no little effort, was to leap up and run out the door to find Jafar and murder him. Not now, he told himself sternly, Jasmine is more important. "I... I'm so sorry, Jasmine. I didn't know, I promise you I didn't know. If I knew, I would never have -"
Only now did Jasmine turn to face him, her hair half-obscuring her face. Tear-tracks covered the parts of her face that he could see, and her nose was running. "I know, Aladdin," she said softly. "As much as I wanted you to see that it wasn't me, there was no way you could have known. He was too good. I wish I could've done something, fought him off somehow..." Her gaze dropped to the rumpled sheets between them.
"No, Jasmine, it wasn't your fault!" Aladdin reached out to touch her, to comfort her, but his hand jerked to a halt a few inches from her shoulder, when he saw her start to flinch away. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I want to do something, anything to make you feel better, but I don't know how, or if there even is a way. I'm so, so
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Jasmine felt a surge of hope. Perhaps if he wasn't ready, or even simply wasn't in the mood, then they would be spared, and none of this would happen.
Her hand snatched back, and her body turned slightly away from him. "I-is something wrong, Aladdin? You don't want...?" Her tone was uncertain, and a little hurt.
"No, that's not it at all!" Aladdin protested, wrapping his arms gently around her shoulders. "I was just a little surprised. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm interested, believe me. I just need a few minutes to get all that legal stuff out of my head."
The thread of hope that Jasmine clung to snapped. That would be all it would take, she thought despondently. Make him think he's said something stupid and upset me, and he'll do whatever he thinks will fix things. Aladdin had actually put his foot in his mouth with her enough times in the past that playing on those fears would easily make him cast aside any ( ... )
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Only now did Jasmine turn to face him, her hair half-obscuring her face. Tear-tracks covered the parts of her face that he could see, and her nose was running. "I know, Aladdin," she said softly. "As much as I wanted you to see that it wasn't me, there was no way you could have known. He was too good. I wish I could've done something, fought him off somehow..." Her gaze dropped to the rumpled sheets between them.
"No, Jasmine, it wasn't your fault!" Aladdin reached out to touch her, to comfort her, but his hand jerked to a halt a few inches from her shoulder, when he saw her start to flinch away. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I want to do something, anything to make you feel better, but I don't know how, or if there even is a way. I'm so, so ( ... )
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