Fic: Not gonna hurt
Fic: Not gonna hurt
Author: LMX
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: M/15
Pairings: Meg/Jo non-con
Spoilers: Born Under a Bad Sign
Warnings: Demons, non-con... eep?
AN: Comment fic for ravenspear and the prompt: SPN, Meg/Jo, I slipped my hand under her skirt; I said "Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt" (Florence and the Machine, "Girl With One Eye")
There was a jarring stop, everything coming to a halt too soon with actions not finished yet. Words turned sticky in her mouth, the exorcism crawled to nothing and she gasped as the demon's hand settled on her cheek. A slow, wicked smile spread across the demon's face and Jo shivered instinctively.
"Hush little hunter, don't you cry..." the demon murmured, moving closer still, the pressure that was keeping Jo pinned to the wall increasing until she had to fight for breath. The demon pressed itself up against her, bigger than her in the form it had taken, stronger. It held her like a lover, hands on her hips and thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans, with its fingers pressed into her ass cheeks, pulling their bodies even closer together.
Its hands spun her and pushed her back up against the wall, making her yelp and reach for a weapon. It doesn't matter to her any more whose body this is, she needed *something* as she struggled and fought. The demon forced her still again, breathless now, and she was forced to listen to the hissing laugh as the expelled air raised goose-flesh on her arms.
A hand slid around her, pushed up the hem of her T-shirt and crept into the top of her jeans. "Don't worry." the demon said with the voice of a friend. "It's not going to hurt."
Author: LMX
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: M/15
Pairings: Meg/Jo non-con
Spoilers: Born Under a Bad Sign
Warnings: Demons, non-con... eep?
AN: Comment fic for ravenspear and the prompt: SPN, Meg/Jo, I slipped my hand under her skirt; I said "Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt" (Florence and the Machine, "Girl With One Eye")
There was a jarring stop, everything coming to a halt too soon with actions not finished yet. Words turned sticky in her mouth, the exorcism crawled to nothing and she gasped as the demon's hand settled on her cheek. A slow, wicked smile spread across the demon's face and Jo shivered instinctively.
"Hush little hunter, don't you cry..." the demon murmured, moving closer still, the pressure that was keeping Jo pinned to the wall increasing until she had to fight for breath. The demon pressed itself up against her, bigger than her in the form it had taken, stronger. It held her like a lover, hands on her hips and thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans, with its fingers pressed into her ass cheeks, pulling their bodies even closer together.
Its hands spun her and pushed her back up against the wall, making her yelp and reach for a weapon. It doesn't matter to her any more whose body this is, she needed *something* as she struggled and fought. The demon forced her still again, breathless now, and she was forced to listen to the hissing laugh as the expelled air raised goose-flesh on her arms.
A hand slid around her, pushed up the hem of her T-shirt and crept into the top of her jeans. "Don't worry." the demon said with the voice of a friend. "It's not going to hurt."