| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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[over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay
Title: Bound Once More title inspiration (http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Bound_in_Blood_and_Magic)
Pairing/Rating: Jowan/Cullen NC-17 or Jowan & Cullen (gen, M for violence)
Challenges:
Summary: After the Blight, Solona finds herself fighting the Circle for custody of Jowan. In the meantime, though, the blood mage is locked away in the Circle's dungeon--and Cullen doesn't intend to waste this opportunity.
Warnings: noncon(?), torture/humiliation
Title: Play Dead
Pairing/Rating: Izzy/Octavian NC-17
Challenges: T1-5. play dead [over-look (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/12476.html)] | 15. silent [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Butter Pecan (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/19351.html#butterpecan)] | 16. superficial [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Chocolate Chip Mint (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/19351.html#chocolatechipmint)] | 13. wonder [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Cherry Chocolate Chip (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/20690.html#cherrychocolatechip)]
Summary: She chooses not to think about whether he's done this before.
Warning(s): necrophilia (roleplay)
Play Dead [1/?]
This was scene that took careful preparation and plenty of time. It was no easy task to get her body temperature down this low, at least not without risking causing her some permanent harm. And Octavian wouldn't do that to her, wouldn't do it even if the Circle didn't have their own rules against it; no matter what Simon, Nadia, and all the others said about him, Izzy truly believed that. Whatever his proclivities, he didn't wish her any harm; in fact, Izzy was sure that he cared for her, and quite deeply at that. It wasn't love, not exactly--even if there was a small part of her that wondered if perhaps what she felt for him was just that--but it was affection nonetheless.
She was, at the very least, the only one he trusted enough to share this scene with.
Izzy lay on the bed, limp and immobile atop the covers. There was only so much she could do to stop her body's natural impulses, but she'd gotten fairly good at suppressing her shivering. She wondered if he would be pleased to hear that she'd been practicing when she was alone, taking ice-cold showers and blocking off the heating vents in her room during the winter and pushing her limits against the cold whenever she found the opportunity... or if perhaps he might think her trying a bit too hard. Was there such a thing as trying too hard?
She could hear Octavian moving in the room, but he wasn't talking. He didn't need to talk to her, not when she was in this role; it wasn't as if she could return the conversation anyway.
When she felt the bed dip as his weight moved on top of it, Izzy felt her first thrill of anticipation. This was always a challenge, something she always had to work extra hard to pull off for him and thus something she was always particularly proud of herself for achieving. And he was thankful for it, told her so afterward every time they did this--both vocally and physically. Since coming to the Circle, there had been nothing Izzy had wanted more than to please him, and there was nothing that satisfied him more than having someone rise to his challenge.
She always tried, even if she didn't always succeed.
Izzy kept very carefully silent when he finally touched her, his grip irreverent and far from gentle as he shoved her legs apart. It wasn't that he lacked respect for her--he had plenty of that--but that he had none for the character she had assumed for this scene. There was no need to be gentle with a dead woman, after all.
The illusion, of course, was superficial--so superficial, in fact, that there were times when she was surprised it satisfied him. She was such a pale imitation of what she had meant to emulate. She flushed with blood and got wet when he touched her, struggled to suppress her shivering and the noises and the movements she normally would've made in response to what he was doing between her legs. But, perhaps more damning than anything else, Izzy was very clearly hard.
There was absolutely no denying, then, that she was very much alive. For all rigor mortis might achieve, there was no corpse on the planet who would respond to this stimulation--to any stimulation--with the kind of throbbing erection that was between her legs right now; and yet Octavian never seemed to mind that. It was, perhaps, the quality that she liked in him the most; no matter how demanding he was, no matter how hard he pushed her to rise to his challenges and pursue new goals as soon as the last was conquered, he always forgave her body its limitations.
That, she decided, was what the others didn't understand about him. She couldn't pretend that he wasn't harsh, but she liked to think he was fair, too.
Izzy struggled to keep quiet, tried to drown out the way he sounded and the way he felt as he used her; he made her achingly hard and dripping wet all at once, and she would have to thoroughly hydrate herself after this session just as she did all the rest. But for now, she tried to distract herself, letting her mind wander where it chose while he did as he pleased with her pseudo corpse.
Play Dead [2/2]
Oh, well. Sparrow would get it, eventually--or at least she would if they eased her into it. If the woman found out about this, though, Izzy didn't doubt that the judgment would be set in stone, that Frost would let her harbor this prejudice just so he could prove himself on her side, as if that was more important than broadening her horizons and teaching her to be less condemnatory of things she didn't understand.
It wasn't as if Octavian actually wanted to fuck her dead body. It wasn't as if the Circle's rules were really the only thing keeping him from seeing this fantasy enacted; if he wanted to fuck a corpse, after all, he didn't need Izzy in the first place. He had more than enough Roughs and the money to replace them; if he wanted to fuck someone's dead body, he had more options than her own pathetic imitation.
No, he was doing this because she was special. He was doing this because it was a fantasy he wanted to live out, and he was doing it with her because she was special to him--nearly as dear to his heart as Loretta herself.
Octavian Donahue, no matter what the others said of him, was not a monster. He couldn't be.
So in quiet moments like this, when she tried to breathe shallow and lie still so she didn't ruin his illusion, she always brushed the thought of his innumerable Roughs from her mind. In all the year's she'd been here, she hadn't been to his mansion once, and she was sure that was where she'd find them, each and every one of those young men and women who Octavian had introduced her to over the past three years and asked her to fuck--until once day she simply didn't see them again.
They were at his mansion or at his penthouse, or they had been given away to family and friends. She knew that, because she knew him. He wasn't a monster, and this was just a fantasy.
That was what she had to believe.