#the only suitable way to use this word as a prompt is to make fun of how ridiculous it is

[skyloftian-nutcase]

For the prompt game… Worcestershire!

"Woostsher."

"Warkestershyre!"

"Whoosh."

"How--that isn't remotely correct."

"The word makes no sense anyway!"

Wild laughed so hard he snorted milk out of his nose. Malon sighed, patting him on the back as the others continued to argue over how to pronounce Worcestershire sauce. Apparently they'd made a bet, and whoever could get the closest to the correct answer didn't have to do the yearly competency module.

"It's Worcestershire," came a voice from the doorway. Everyone looked over to see Time standing there with a cup of coffee in his hand, eyes half open and unfazed by the chaos.

"That can't be right," Warriors immediately denied.

"He's right," Malon said.

"You're biased!"

Malon raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm wrong?"

Warriors' mouth snapped shut.

Wild snorted again. "She's definitely right."

Time smiled at Warriors. "You can do my training for me, then."

Legend, Wind, and Sky laughed at the army nurse's sour expression.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

[finniestoncrane]

If you're still taking requests for the nsfw kinks please can I get:💣 - corruption: “and you said you’d never be caught dead doing anything like this. sounded like you were very much alive and enjoying it though” for Hancock? Thank Youuu

Hancock x GN!Reader, word count: 700 talk about corruption lmaoooo i'd be walking up to people with a geiger counter and asking them to swipe it over my lower half like "yeah guess what i've just done" ANYWAY i didn't go so literally, i wanted john to have some fun corrupting some diamond city sweetheart, so this ended up a lot more romantic than smutty (sorry!!) ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: penetrative sex, drugs mentioned, corruption, scent kink/marking kink, licking

It was less a way of consuming your body and more a method of marking, you realised, as Hancock's tongue dragged along the side of your neck once more. Almost every inch of you had been coated in his saliva, where he'd started at your toes and worked his way up, making brief stops along the way at the places he knew would send a tingle down your spine. It was careful, a level of expert employed in the seductive tasting that had all of your skin prickled with gooseflesh, hairs standing on end, moisture almost drained as your torso and face glistened with sweat and your cunt dripped in your slick.

The sounds he made, the appreciative moans, as though he were dining on fresh cram, something from before, something new and decadent, were enough to bring you as close to the edge as you could get. It only took a mischievous chuckle, his tongue pressed against the shell of your ear, fingers stroking slowly, deftly, over your clit, before you were trembling beside him, body contorting in ecstasy as you came.

As you came back down to Earth, bliss oozing from your skin, on your breath, scenting the air around you, you felt his arms pull you close. He was warm, his skin still dry despite the frantic rutting that had you sweating and which was now coating you in a clammy, chill susceptible layer. Sensing the drop in your temperature, he reached to the floor, producing his shirt which he wrapped you in.

"You'll smell like me now. Like Good Neighbour."

"And?"

You asked, but you knew what he was trying to say without using direct words. You were raised quietly, properly, in Diamond City. Wealthy assholes as parents. A desire to rebel had brought you to Good Neighbour, swearing that you were only there for a drink. Only there to experience life outside of the green walls. You and the friends you had travelled with giggled, excitement bounding through your bodies as you watched the people, so different to you, living their lives. One of your group made a comment about the bodies, what they'd feel like. Of course, you protested, you'd never go as far as to be with a synth or a ghoul. That was wrong. You'd been told that your whole life, and despite not believing it at your core, it was still a rule that had been hammered home often enough that you still couldn't imagine yourself breaking it.

"Not even him?"

They'd pointed towards the man, the ghoul, in the corner. His long red frock coat a symbol of his status amongst the rest of the drifters in the town. There was an energy to him, but you could hear the distaste, the disgust in your parents tone.

You had protested, and Hancock had overheard you, finding it a suitable challenge for the evening. It hadn't taken him long to woo you, and you'd found yourself quickly back in his quarters, his guards standing by the door, sneaking glances as their mayor railed the smooth skinned newcomer. A triumph over Diamond City.

Drawing you back to the present, hours after your first encounter, when you were so quickly infatuated and bedded by the charismatic mayor of the town you had snuck into, Hancock took a deep breath and pulled you in closer.

"And you said you'd never be caught dead doing anything like this, huh? Sure sounded like you were very much alive and enjoying it."

"More alive than I've ever been."

Your response was quiet, thoughtful, as you let the experience settle over you. Hancock spoke softly in return.

"They'll smell me on you. You can't go back to Diamond City now."

"Well, what do you suggest I do?"

He shifted himself in the bed beside you, sitting with his back against the wall as he reached into the bedside table for one of the red inhalers you'd seen scattered around the place. With your head against his abdomen, you looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

"Stay here. With me. You give me another ten minutes and some jet and I'll be good to go for another round. We'll make a good neighbour of you yet, princess."

[pangaeaseas]

@black-sisters-microfic

Prompt for February 9: Call me

I'm about to have way too much fun with this and throw in random worldbuilding shit, fair warning.

"Fucking hell, Cissy, you could have called," Sirius said, which was probably suitable for the first thing he had said to her in a decade and a half. Though it wasn't quite fair--she hadn't had time to send any kind of warning, knowing the Dark Lord would likely have noticed her and Draco's absence by now, and she couldn't really remember how to work a Muggle tellyfone anyway. It was a miracle she had gotten away so cleanly. When the Dark Lord had killed Lucius, he had put the other Malfoys under close guard, and it had taken the best of Narcissa's remembered childhood skills at sneaking away from powerful Dark wizards to get them out.

The gravelly black stone Muggles made their roads out of was starting to dig unpleasantly into Narcissa's knees. If she hadn't had so many other concerns, she would have started to fear for her dress, which was probably the nicest thing she owned, currently. But she would worry about her dress when Sirius let her inside. She squinted through her heavy veil to try and gauge his expression.

If they had been fifteen years younger Narcissa would have said something funny back to him. But there would be time for that later, if he let her inside.

"Lord Sirius son of Orion of the House of Black, I am a daughter of your house, come to beg your protection and throw myself on your mercy," she said, as quickly as she could so they didn't waste any more time. When people had done these rituals in her childhood they had always called it the Noble and Most Ancient House, but those words had no magical significance, so she skipped them. It was ridiculous to be doing this in a Muggle street, but one of her less-clever ancestors had put Grimmauld in Muggle London and so they would have to work with it. She could feel the magic in her words already starting to work, waiting to see what Sirius would do.

"God damn you for making me do this," Sirius said. So he would keep on to his radical noble-abolition ideals to the end, then. That was her cousin and his damnable ethics. But it was make him be Lord of the House of Black in truth as well as name, or trust Dumbledore blindly, and she didn't trust Dumbledore. "You can come in without having to swear to me," he said, and she remembered that she loved her cousin for those same ethics, for giving her a choice.

"I need assurances," she said. Draco, unconscious from the Stunner she'd had to hit him with to make him go quietly, was starting to stir. She hoped Sirius would make up his mind and do his duty quickly, before her son decided to pull something that would bring the Dark Lord down on both their heads. "I don't particularly want to be a daughter of the House again, do you think I'd do this if I had any better option?"

"Fine," Sirius said. "Fair enough." And it was with those wildly unceremonious words that the magic of the House of Black sprung back to life. Even from under the veil she could see her cousin shivering, just as she did. "Everything okay with the kid? I thought you didn't believe in hexing children."

"He wouldn't have left otherwise," she said, and it hurt both to say and to face someone who knew exactly why she had made that pledge.

"Even after Voldemort killed his father?" Sirius said. "Congratulations on the widowing, by the way."

God, she had missed him. Congratulating a widow! No sense of propriety, and she couldn't bring herself to care.

"Are you going to call Andromeda? Might as well get all of us left back together?" she asked him, knowing Bella in Azkaban was likely lost to her now. So she might as well exchange one sister for another.

"Only if she wants," Sirius said. Narcissa rose to her feet, and looked up at the familiar door made suddenly strange. If Sirius didn't call Andromeda, she might well have to learn the tellyfone herself.

[degloved]

aaa fic requests open………… hoffheight love languages……… (but they dont label their relationship bc inner turmoil of being apprentices ;-;)

hello anon!! first of all this was a very delightful prompt. saw rarepairs (regardless if i ship them) are so fun to me !! hoffheight especially, i think they're slept on (by myself also, tbh.) i thought about the best approach to take so as not to make this too long, and initially decided to pick a handful, out of the five, which i thought most would be best suited to them. those being: quality time, physical touch, gift giving. this is very funny, as it still turned out to be excessively long (normally, these are 500 words—somehow i've ended up with 1600 words here.) therefore, i've decided to post it also my ao3 & the link to it, should you wanna bookmark or what have you, can be found at the bottom. i hope you enjoy! thanks for sending in a prompt, once again! p.s. i'm getting around to writing everything everyone's sent in! i just find myself a little more inclined to first jump into the prompts i know i'm gonna do without much trouble. chainshipping, while largely what i'm getting the reqs for, isn't my forte, hence the wait. but i'm trying!

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‼️SAW REQS STILL OPEN‼️

The Apprentices, despite their shared unshakable tendency to slip into petty conflicts with one another on an hourly basis, appeared to work oddly well together; like a well-oiled machine. Left-brain, right-brain, and their brawn; Lawrence's steady hand, Amanda's creativity, Mark's ability to put it all into motion.

If they were a machine, then Adam was surely the cog that didn't quite mesh with all the other moving parts. Perpetually on the fringes of the warehouse, uncertainly hovering about—passing a wrench here and a drill there—until inevitably slinking off with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He didn't fit, and he wasn't even really sure he wanted to.

Wasn't sure whether he'd fit anywhere else, either.

He'd always moved through the world with a sense of displacement; as if something had plucked him off some distant planet and dumped him here, only to cruelly leave him to his own devices. Because Adam's life was also a fucking joke, whatever higher power lurked out there must've also seen it fit to exacerbate said feeling. If there'd ever been any hope of an eventual breakthrough—any hope he might stop listlessly flopping on dry land and find a suitable body of water to slip into—it'd sure been squandered now. With something of a bitter chuckle, Adam had the thought he might walk the length of the Amigara Fault without ever stumbling upon his own hole, too. (Well, at least that meant he was safe! Safety being, of course, a commodity these days.)

“Adam?”

The sound of his name bouncing off of the warehouse walls broke him out of that depressing little reverie he'd embarked on. Somewhere out of sight, the clanking of metal against metal; the noise was sharp and, by rights, ought to be annoying if not outright grating on the ears. Unfortunately, he'd gotten used to it. Didn't bother him half as much as it really should.

“Yeah?” he called out—though set down the camera he'd been fucking around with (hopelessly fucking broken after he'd knocked it off the table last week), letting his legs carry him to the machine Mark had been working on for the past hour. “Need help?”

“Nah,” the other man shook his head, rogue droplets of sweat flying every which way. “This should be done.”

Mark stood up on slightly shaky feet, dusting himself off. Adam supposed working for Jigsaw was as good exercise as any: his skin glistened beneath the pallid light overhead, face appropriately ruddy. (His own cheeks must've decided to take inspiration from it, flushing in tandem.)

“I was thinkin',” he continued, hands on his hips, “You've been cooped up in this dump too long. Wanna get out of here?”

Yes. Dear god, please.

But, Adam would never go down that easy. Pointedly, he adopted the same stance, accentuating the jut of one hip, and—with a scoff: “Way to treat me like y'all's dog, some fucking... charity case stray. What, we're gonna walk 'round the block so I can sniff about and take a piss? How big of you, Mark, thanks for the enrichment.”

Mark rolled his eyes, hardly the one to fall for the theatrics. (He was no Amanda.) “What's crawled up your ass tonight, then?”

“Nothing!” he huffed, “I'm just saying it how it is. Got the leash ready, then? I'm really itching to pay a visit to that fire hydrant—”

A strong hand fisted itself into the front of his shirt, tugged him up to the very tips of his toes—at which point, he was being shut up in the most cliché-but-effective way possible. Mark, ever the cavalier, let go of him with all the consideration one might let go of a garbage bag. Adam stumbled back, slightly dazed by the kiss and thrown off-balance—figuratively and literally. “Stop pouting and get dressed.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, “Something fancy?”

Mark snorted, “No.”

-

A bowling alley.

A bowling alley.

Adam had a hard time believing it. Out of all places in the world, a bowling alley? (What were they, sweaty seventeen-year-olds making the best out of the spare change left over from lunch that week?)

In the dimly lit space, he leaned against the worn wooden railing, eyes fixed on Mark as the other stood poised at the edge of a polished lane. His face was scrunched up with a frankly disturbing level of focus; two massive hands firmly gripped a ball, fingers knuckle-deep in its holes. With a smooth, practiced motion, Mark swung his arm back and then forward, releasing it with a precise flick of the wrist. The ball glided down the lane and—crash—it sent the pins scattering, every last one of them.

When Mark turned, pride and triumph etched into every little line of his face, Adam... was a little smitten, alright? Watching him trudge over, eclipsing the colorful lights behind him, Adam soon found himself rather crowded against that railing. “Getting a kick out of showing off?” he needled.

“Yes.”

“God, you're sooo...” Adam groaned, head thrown back. Laughing, despite himself. He felt two thick arms encircle him, peel him off the railing, press him up against a plush chest and a soft stomach.

(It was not lost on him, despite the illusion of privacy in this here corner, that they were in public. All but asking to be seen—which was far from their usual gig.)

“Sooo what?” Mark hummed, grinning.

“Shameless.”

“A little.”

“A lot.”

“The right amount,” Mark leaned down, making the most out of the situation by placing a shockingly chaste kiss to the underside of Adam's jaw, the drag of his stubble tickling just enough to chase a giggle out of him. “You like it.”

“That's a bold statement right there,” murmured Adam, letting his arms fall about Mark's shoulders; so broad, his hands didn't meet in the middle. The reminder of this man's sheer proportions, as ever, sent a little thrill through him.

“You gonna deny it?” Another kiss, a little to the left. Adam was impressed for the fact his knees hadn't yet given out. Granted, he did have supports.

“Mm, maybe,” he hummed, letting his eyes fall shut, fingers digging ever so slightly into the fabric of Mark's shirt. “Possibly. Depends.”

Mark hummed against the front of Adam's throat, the sound more so felt than heard in the way it reverberated throughout the column of his neck, thrumming along the underside of Adam's skin. On a whim, he hooked his ankle around one of Mark's legs.

“Y'know, we've still got an hour on this lane...”

“Wow,” Adam intoned dryly, “Truly didn't cheap out on me here. And you've got your priorities straight. Can't believe I'm not being mobbed by your manifold suitors every day of the week. Should probably start hitting the gym, you know, fend them off easier...”

“Lucky you're easy on the eyes,” remarked Mark, tone measured—though there was a warmth in his eyes, “'cause that mouth is doing you no favors.”

Adam cracked a smile, reveling in his turn to be a smug shit.

-

By this point, Adam had developed a strong sense that something wasn't right. Not to say something was wrong per se, but... Well, they'd been driving for upwards of thirty minutes now—and they still weren't home. ('Home' was used, here, very loosely.) He was quite certain it hadn't taken them even half as long to reach their very romantic destination initially. So, what gives?

In any case, Mark's hand was warm where it lay on his thigh. Very rarely did it move, only to switch gears on the odd occasion—and just as quickly, it’d return to its post. They haven't spoken much, but they didn't need to. The silence enveloping them was comfortable and cozy, like a blanket straight out of the dryer on a cold night. An oldies station played very softly, so much so Adam could hardly pick apart the words.

Frankly, he could doze off.

Out of nowhere (and perhaps it was a good thing, as his eyelids had gotten concerningly droopy), Mark spoke up. “There's uh,” he cleared his throat, “something in the back.”

Adam, too tired to needle ('There's uh, something in the back'—are you a caveman?), twisted in the passenger's seat to the best of his ability, pawing at the—true to his word—a box wrapped in brown paper. It sat just out of his reach. Took a few tries to propel it toward himself.

He looked at Mark, an eyebrow quirked.

“Well,” the other's eyes were firmly affixed to the road ahead, perhaps stubbornly so, “Open it.”

“It's for me?”

“Might be, if I don’t change my mind.”

Needing not be told twice, Adam swiftly undid the wrapping, balled it and carelessly tossed it to the floor.

Then stared, mouth agape, at that which was revealed.

A camera.

“How did you—”

“I didn't do anything,” Mark blurted out, tone on the side of defensive for some odd reason, “It was all Amanda. And Lawrence. I just did the wrapping, that's all.”

Adam couldn't tear his eyes away, turning the box this way and that (even though he couldn't really read or see much of anything, dark as it'd gotten.) A well-timed glance in Mark's direction—just as drove beneath a street-light—revealed a deep blush staining his cheeks, seemingly spreading down his neck.

Adam’s lips twitched. His throat tightened. His heart throbbed.

Softly, fondly, he said: “I can tell. It looked like shit.”

(He’d bet all his life savings—granted, there wasn't much there, but it was the thought that counted—that Amanda and Lawrence had less than nothing to do with this.)

“It did, didn't it?” Mark smiled, shoulders sagging. Perhaps with relief.

Adam set his hand atop Mark's, still sat on his thigh. Squeezed.

The silence resumed.

[wonda-fhr]

Thanks for tagging @dogueteeth this was fun. My job was to look for he words sky, red, teeth and hate in my WIP's. That was an exciting search that took me through some things I hadn't thought of in a while.

To keep it going I would like to tag @just-a-tiny-goldfish and for the jump into the wotr fandom @commander-lariel without pressure of course, only if you feel like it. <3 The next words are green, fate, music and dignity

Sky - No title yet

This a part of my latest WIP for Justin, of whom I haven't revealed much yet. Timing, somewhere near the end of the second book.

When Chen takes the leash off his shoulder, your hand stops his arm.

"Don't do that. Don't force him to stay with us. I can't bear it if he can't run free with the wind." You can't quite suppress the sad undertone in your voice. The sight of the tied dog is too much right now. You need Spoon's happiness for a while longer and hope that Chen will understand.

"I'm not forcing him, I think he likes me enough to stay willingly. And I love him enough to keep him safe, even if it means holding him sometimes." His hand runs gently over yours on his arm, squeezes it briefly, takes it off and lets it rest in his open palm before letting you go completely. Like releasing a little bird into the sky.

Red - Vernissage

Snippet of the vernissage after the bet of Lia and Luke. It has been around as a WIP for a long time, but I only continued writing it after I mentioned it in this prompt.

He had dressed her as well as he could. Her lips were seductively red, her beautiful dark eyes were professionally accentuated, even the scars on her face he had been allowed to lightly cover without her pulling back.

In the end, she knew he would never forgive her if she chickened out, so she played along for this one night and gave him the perfect companion for the opening. Luke looked at his work with a satisfied smile as he handed her a glass of champagne. "You're a feast for the eyes when you're not hiding under coarse leather, my dear."

"Leather offers at least a modicum of protection. But I would be grateful for shoes that let me move more freely."

"All you need is a strong arm to hang on to, and then you can walk with stability." A quick glance at the door made Luke's unbreakably charming smile widen even more. "I have a feeling there's someone on his way in right now who'd be up for the challenge."

Teeth - Isoptega

One piece of several attempts to describe the discovery of Isoptega. Here, David and Daniel are talking while waiting for Ortega. I don't know which version will win the race.

You have to smile when Danny looks at the little creature you're talking about in disbelief. His brow furrows thoughtfully, seemingly considering whether you've lost your mind or he needs to work on his general knowledge. "It's tiny, it's crawling, and it probably bites. If you hadn't told me, I never would have seen it. What is the point of knowing exactly what it is?"

"What reason is there not to know? They are part of this world and have their place in it, just as we do." At least as you do, you add in your mind, quickly trying to push these thoughts away. "The difference is that they are peaceful. It won't bite you either, it doesn't even have real teeth."

The realization sinks in that there could be a problem with his knowledge after all, and the flicker of uncertainty makes you laugh. Leaning back on his elbows, he watches curiously as the small creature continues its incessant pursuit.

Hate - No title yet - original work

The word hate seems to have no place in my current fhr WIPs. But I found it in one of my own stories. "You" asked about the origin of the prominent scars on her face.

Her dark eyes seem to impale you as she turns to you and gives you a few breaths to regret your question and panic. You are thinking of a suitable excuse to announce your retreat when she suddenly begins to speak in an emotionless tone. "Very few people know exactly what happened, you will understand that you are not yet part of this select circle. For others who ask me frankly, there is a concise but honest version. The road from love to hate is short, and some people would rather destroy what they can't have than let others have it." She lowers her eyes to the ground before continues expressionless. "But I guess I'm more resilient than anyone thought."

You don't know what you were expecting, but the implication of that sentence is more horrible than your ideas were, and you really start to regret asking. No appropriate words come to your mind, and an apology is the only thing that seems right. "I'm sorry."

Again the iron gaze meets your eyes and makes you flinch slightly before you notice the restrained smile. You are relieved when she continues in a calm tone, the harshness of her eyes not reflected in her voice. "What are you sorry for? What happened, or that you asked? You don't have to be sorry for one or the other. You can't help what happened to me, and I'd rather you ask that question than I have to read it on your face forever."

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Hi Sil! Requesting prompt #111 for Namor, please? Thank you so much!

Your work is absolutely amazing and I love that you write for a variety of characters and they still have their distinctive personalities and- yeah I love them all 💕

this is so sweet of you to say, thank you so much!! I always feel like people get slightly put off that I write for different fandoms (the main ones being pedro and marvel) but I'm so happy to hear that's not quite the case!! 💕💕💕

prompt list: #111 “are these handcuffs”

tighten up

pairing: namor x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 615

summary: Namor finds your handcuffs.

warnings: friends to lovers...kind of, edging, use of handcuffs, fingering

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST

“Are these handcuffs?”

The question is a sudden one and it instantly makes you want to bury your head into the floor. You’d asked Namor to get the book that was in your bed-table drawer, you thought he might enjoy reading it since paper and water didn’t mix quite well in Talokan. Sadly, you’d forgotten the handcuffs you sometimes used whenever you found someone suitable was nestled in the drawer alongside the book.

Namor holds it in his hand with a raised eyebrow. You’re speechless, only managing to open and close your mouth very similar to a fish. A look he is probably familiar with. His gaze lifts away from the handcuffs and settles on your face.

“Are you in danger?”

“Uh…N-No!” you clear your throat and quickly make your way towards him. “I-It’s just something I sometimes use,”

“For what?”

“For…For…night time activity stuff,”

“Night time activity?”

Oh god, you’re about to straight up faint for embarrassment. Your cheeks are heated, you don’t really mind talking about sex, and you’ve talked about it with Namor before, but it was normally bad experiences or funny things that happened during. The fact that you now need to explain to him the handcuffs usage was making your head spin. Namor doesn’t budge, he continues to stare into your soul, half of his gaze confused, half of it curious. Finally you slam your palm against your face.

“Sex, I use them for sex,”

Your entire body is burning.

“Sex?” you can hear the grin in his voice. “That’s interesting,”

“Please don’t make fun of me,” “I’m not, I promise,” he chuckles, suddenly you feel his finger touching your wrist, urging you to remove your hand. “Look at me,”

And you do.

His gaze is softer than you expect, his lips curled upright in an amused, yet tender, manner. When your gazes meet, he lifts the handcuffs.

“Do you mind showing me how you use them?”

You snort, “Excuse me?”

“Show me,” he repeats, voice lower. “Show me how you enjoy using them.”

Namor has been between your legs for hours.

The bed heading creaks when you pull at the handcuffs, a sharp cry leaving your lips. His tongue goes in circles around your clit, thick fingers diligently thrusting in and out of you. He’s brought you to the edge multiple times but every time at the very last minute he pulled away. You’re dancing on the brink of insanity. Namor groans into your cunt, the reverberation of his voice makes you shudder. You lift your hips in hopes to take more of him. However your hopes and dreams are crushed when he pins you back to the bed with one hand.

“I see why you enjoy it now,” he purrs, licking his lips. “This is fun,”

“Fun for you maybe–” you gasp, slick drips from your sex and drench his fingers. “Please make me come, Namor. Please, please, please–”

“Such sweet sounds you make for me.” his lips closes around your sensitive clit and sucks, then he lets go of it with a pop, your thighs shake. “Okay, you can come now. Only because you asked so nicely,”

He curls his fingers and sucks your clit again, pleasure bursts behind your eyelids, black dots staining your sight. Namor moans as he tastes you, he doesn’t let a drop escape, fingers still rocking in and out of you as your orgasm lingers across your skin.

When it’s finally done, you’re breathing heavily. Namor kisses your overworked pussy tenderly, humming as you involuntarily move away due to how sensitive you are.

“Tastes so good,” he slurs, eyes looking up to you. “But now it is time for the main course.”

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Here comes the next fill in for my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Fandom: My time at Portia

Pairing: Arlo x Female Builder

Summary: Elenya, loud thunder and a bad expirience with loud crashes don't mix well.

Word count: 4769

Prompt: Caught in a Storm

Author's note: So, this wasn't what I firstly had in mind for that trope, but I was sick the last two weeks and my mind wanted some Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Only problem with that: I'm really bad with emotions (when writing and in real life), so I'm not that happy with this one. The last part is the only thing I really like (the one who may give you cavities again), but I hope you have fun reading it nontheless.

Warnings: panick attack, (not sexually) touching of feet maybe?

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Thundering earthquake

After a successful dive into the Sewage Plants, Elenya sorted through her acquired items. She got a commission from Albert for a few chimney roofs for South Block, but was completely out of tempering liquid for the hardened clay, so she spent almost the whole day in the ruins. Happily, she found that she was able to collect enough that it should last her for the next few weeks. In addition, of course, there were all the other materials that she could gather. All in all, a day well spent.

She sorted everything back into her bag and then headed towards the exit. But just as soon as she was outside, she was greeted by pouring rain.

A sigh escaped her. That was just what she needed. It was already shortly before 2 o'clock in the morning, so the Dee Dees wouldn’t drive anymore. On top it was late autumn, the temperatures at night already approaching the freezing point, so the walk through the rain sounded like real fun. But it couldn’t be helped, she had to get home.

Giving in, Elenya started to walk. After only a few steps she was completely soaked, her leather jacket not suitable for such weather. The cold seeped in shortly later, making her shiver.

Great, hopefully she won't get sick…

But worrying about the cold was soon the least of her problems. She had just reached the gate back to the city when the first flash of lightning was heard, followed shortly by the first loud thunder. Suddenly she was no longer in the Collapsing Wasteland, but in the desert, the just collapsed Eufaula Tunnel in front of her.

~~~3 weeks before~~~

Elenya was about to convince Remy to let her into the tunnel when a loud crash came from that very tunnel. A worker from Sandrock came running out of it, a look of pure shock on his face.

“The tunnel just collapsed!”

“What?!” Sharing a panicked look with Remy, they both ran into the tunnel where they were met with a big pile of rocks, the way completely blocked. 

“Oh no… Arlo…” It felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. They just confessed their feelings for each other a few weeks back and the thought that he could be buried under those rocks…

“Oh no, no, no, no. Arlo, Sam? Can anyone hear me?!” Remy’s voice sounded just as desperate as she felt and the few seconds of complete silence that followed felt like a lifetime. 

“We're here!” Arlo’s voice halled back to them and the relief that washed over her almost let her legs buckle under her. 

He wasn’t dead… He was safe.

~~~Now~~~

Remy and her had gotten them out of there, sure, but the feeling of maybe having lost Arlo still sat deep in her bones and the thunder seemed to have dug that out again.

Blood pounded in her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her hands shook. Her feet tingled. Her vision disfigured, as if she were looking through a fish-eye lens. She… She needed to find him. She needed to make sure he was okay.

Without conscious effort, her body started moving and ran out of the Wastelands towards the Civil Corps headquarters.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was 2 o’clock and Arlo couldn't sleep. A restless feeling kept him from falling asleep, so he decided to use the time and work through the reports of Sam and Remi. Especially Sam's ones took a lot of effort, as it didn’t seem to be in her interest to actually write in a readable manner. 

He was about to reach for the next one when the door to the headquarters swung open. Surprised, he looked to his right. 

Who would come here at this hour? 

His gaze met a completely soaked Elenya and immediate concern spread through him. She was shivering violently but what worried him even more was the look on her face. Her cheeks were devoid of any colour and her eyes darted around the room in panic.

He immediately walked around his desk and took the few steps it took to stand directly in front of her. “Elenya, sweetheart, what are you doing here? What happened?” He tried to make eye contact, but it seemed she didn't even notice him. A frown appeared between his eyes. Up close he could make out her frantic breathing and his worry deepened.

Lost of what to do, he softly cupped her ice cold cheeks between his hands. "Sweetheart, please talk to me. What's wrong?" The skin to skin contact seemed to snapp her out of her thoughts and her eyes finally focused on his.

"Arlo..." Her voice broke at his name and to his horror, tears started to flow out of her eyes. “You are okay…” A sob tore out of her throat and Arlo quickly pulled her against his chest, ignoring her cold and wet clothes. 

The bag Elenya had slung over her shoulder dropped with a loud clang to the floor and her arms slung tightly around his waist, sobs shaking her whole body. He tightened his arms around her and tried to calm her frantic mumbling of “Arlo” and “You are okay”.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m okay and no one is hurt.” His heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the sound of her heartbreaking sobs. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he needed her to calm down, she was short of hyperventilating. He tried to breathe as calmly and deeply as he could, hoping that Elenya would imitate him, while never ceasing his own soft mantra of "I'm here, you are okay, sweetheart."

She just seemed to calm down a bit when the next loud thunder was heard from outside. She flinched violently and a terrified whimper escaped her. He instinctively tightened his hold on her, trying to shield her from the world with his own body.

Was she afraid of the thunderstorm? But… she seemed to be afraid for him. Fuck, what could he do?

He felt helpless. He solved problems by fighting them. But he couldn’t protect her from her own mind and fighting a thunderstorm wasn’t really an option either, so he just held her, whispering reassuring words in her ear.

~~~~~~

It took almost 5 minutes for her breathing to calm down and she was just shivering with cold. While Arlo still didn't know what was scaring her so much, at least he could fix that. He pushed her slightly away from him, put his left hand to her cheek to lift her head and smiled gently down at her.

“Come on, darling. Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and warm you up. I don’t want you to get sick.” Big, green, puffy eyes looked back at him, one last lonely tear leaving her right one. He gently wiped it away with his thumb and leaned down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Okay…” Her voice was completely hoarse from crying and he couldn't help but hug her tightly to his chest once again. But her next violent shiver quickly let him lead her away from the door and towards the bathroom. He had one arm slung over her shoulder and she was leaning heavily on him, making him tighten his hold.

What just happened out there, sweetheart?

He knew he wouldn’t get an answer at the moment, so he just opened the door to the bathroom and asked instead: “Do you need help getting out of your clothes? I would get you something warm to wear in the meantime.” With a soft smile, he gently put a loose strand of her wet hair behind her ear.

Elenya responded with a hesitant nod, but Arlo could see that something was off. Fear crept back into her gaze and it took him a moment to realise why. He quickly cupped her face again, making sure she was paying attention to him. “It’ll just take a minute, okay? I don’t want to leave you alone, either, but you are frozen trough and need something dry to wear.” 

To reassure her more, he softly pressed his lips against hers, trying to take her mind of whatever scared her. It seemed to work, because after a second she started to respond, moving her lips slowly against his. He kept the kiss chaste, breaking it off after a few seconds. Worry was still eating through him, and it wouldn’t vanish until Elenya was warm and happy again.

Her gaze was a little clearer now and at her renewed nod, he set about preparing everything. In his room, he first quickly put on something dry himself, his clothes now also completely soaked in the front and lit a fire in the small stove which sat in the corner of his room. 

On his way out, his eyes fell on his grey sweater lying at the foot of his bed. A few weeks ago he had asked Elenya curiously why she always buried her face in his neck when he hugged her. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach it, after all! Embarrassed, she admitted that his smell made her feel safe and calmed her down. He could still well remember the warm and proud feeling that flowed through him after that confession.

He had been wearing the sweater just yesterday, so his scent should still be well attached to it. In addition, it was warm and soft, so it was the best thing he could take Elenya to wear. He quickly grabbed it and then left his room again. 

His next destination was the dresser next to the bathroom door. In it Sam stowed a few spare clothes in case something should go wrong on patrol and she didn't want to wear wet or broken pants until she got home. He took out a pair of warm sweat pants and some cosy socks, knowing that Sam wouldn't mind.

Having gathered everything he needed, he put the clothes on his desk for a moment to put Elenya's forgotten bag away from the door. He didn't want to risk anyone tripping over it. A quick glance inside told him that she must have been in the Sewage Plants before, and he made a mental note to check her for injuries.

Quickly, Arlo picked up his bundle again and headed back to the bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door before entering, not wanting to startle Elenya. In the meantime, she was able to get rid of her wet clothes, draping them over the bathtub and was now standing in front of him in only her underwear. Her arms were wrapped around her upper body and her shivering had increased.

A quick glance showed some bruises, but nothing that needed medical attention. Subconsciously it struck him that this was actually the first time he had seen her almost naked. They had both been very busy after the opening of the Eufaula Desert and so hadn't had much time for each other. But sexual thoughts were the last thing on his mind at the moment, the only important thing was to get her warm again.

“Hey there, I’ve got some clothes for you. Let’s get you warmed up.” He put them on the sink for the moment and then grabbed the biggest and fluffiest towel he could find. He threw it around her shoulders and wrapped her completely in it. A relieved sigh escaped Elenya and she snuggled deeper into the towel.

With a satisfied smile, Arlo looked down at his little builder, who was almost completely covered by the towel. "Okay, let's see what we can do with your hair. Come on, you can sit on the toilet seat for this." Finally being a little warmer seemed to have taken the last of her strength and she had begun to sway on the spot. He quickly led her to said toilet and helped her sit sideways on it.

Satisfied that she wouldn’t collapse on him, he got a brush, a smaller towel and his hair dryer and set about carefully untangling her hair from her bun. He didn't know how, but he had to have managed it without hurting her too much. At least she didn't let it on.

Finally having her long black hair freed of the hair tie, Arlo started to brush out the excessive water. A soft hum from before him made him smile. He loved learning something new about her and it seemed like she liked having her hair taken care of. 

After having brushed her hair thoroughly, he began to gently rub her hair dry with the small towel, massaging her head a bit in the process, before starting up the hair dryer.

Elenya remained silent the whole time, only her shivering telling him that she hadn't fallen asleep yet. Fortunately, the storm had moved on by now and the absence of thunder seemed to have relaxed her further.

Deeming her hair dry, Arlo shut off the hair dryer and took the clothes he brought for her. With these he walked around the toilet to stand in front of her. "Hey sweetheart, are you still with me? Want me to help you get dressed again?"

Half-closed eyes looked up at him and he couldn't suppress a fond smile. Thanks to his inept blow-drying, her hair was all tousled and with the tired look on her face, she just looked cute.

A nod was again the only response he got and his smile was replaced with concern. Never before had Arlo seen Elenya so quiet and vulnerable, and while he felt honoured that she trusted him with this side of her, he also hoped he deserved it and didn't make anything worse. That she had barely spoken a word since she showed up here unsettled him.

He tried not to let it show, though, and instead removed the towel she was wrapped in. Without having to prompt her, she lifted her trembling arms and he quickly pulled his grey sweater over her head. As he had hoped, she immediately buried her nose in the garment and took one deep breath before her shoulders slumped in relaxation. He even thought he saw a small smile on her lips and relief spread through him. 

Next, he knelt on the floor in front of her to help her into the sweat pants. As he did so, his fingers brushed against her right foot and he flinched, startled. Damn, they were freezing! He wouldn't have been surprised if they had been blue.

He quickly helped her put the pants on completely and then knelt right back down to try to warm up her feet. He put on the warm socks and began to rub her feet with his hands, hoping that it would stimulate the blood circulation. A confused noise from above him made him look up, directly into bewildered looking green eyes. "Your feet are freezing, darling. Why didn't you say something? Can you even feel them anymore?" An embarrassed shrug was the only answer he got, and with a sigh he made sure her feet got back to a halfway normal body temperature.

Satisfied, he was about to get up when two red hands were held in front of his face. Surprised, Arlo looked up at Elenya, who was looking down at him sheepishly. Already guessing what she was asking him, he took her small hands gently in his. They were just as cold as her feet.

Taking advantage of the fact that his hands were so much bigger than hers, he enveloped them completely and brought them to his lips, breathing warm air onto them. It took a moment, but her hands slowly warmed again and he gave them both a gentle kiss before releasing them.

A slight blush rose high on her cheeks, making him smile. “Better?” With a grateful nod, she buried her hands in the far too long arms of the sweater and he just couldn't resist the cute sight and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Her blush deepened and satisfied with his doing, he tidied up the bathroom real quick.

"Okay, now that you're finally dry and bundled up, how about we curl up in bed?" Arlo placed himself in front of Elenya again and held out his hands to her, smiling softly. Accepting his help, she put her now sweater-clad hands in his and let him pull her up. As soon as she stood, however, the little colour her face had regained vanished completely and her legs buckled.

"Woah, hey, I got you." Immediately he put an arm around her shoulders and waist and pulled her protectively against him. He quickly realised, however, that he was the only thing keeping her upright and decided to lift her into his arms instead. And no sooner was she in his arms than her head buried itself in his neck, making him chuckle fondly.

Arlo loved the weight of her in his arms. Not that anyone would ever know, but it gave him a sense of security, security that nothing could happen to her as long as he held her.

With careful manoeuvring, he managed to carry her to his room without banging her against door frames. The stove had done a good job by now and the room was comfortably warm. Gently, he set her down on his bed and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Just getting your wet clothes, so they can dry in front of the stove.”

He did just that and when he came back, Elenya was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but she had buried her head in her hands. At first he feared that she had started crying again and panic wanted to spread through him, but then he saw that she was massaging her temples. While he rarely cried, he was well acquainted with the headache afterwards and he knew that sleep usually helped best. He hurried to quickly spread out her clothes in front of the stove and then helped her to lie down under the covers.

His bed was technically too small for two people, but Elenya immediately snuggled up to him as soon as he laid down himself, her head coming to rest directly over his heart. He turned off the bedside lamp and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. She was still shivering lightly, so he pulled her as close to him as he could, trying to share his body heat with her. With the other hand, he began to gently massage her head and neck, hoping to ease her headache a little. Her sigh of relief told him it was helping and it wasn't long before she fell asleep, completely exhausted.

“Sleep tight, sweetheart.” Alro kissed her crown softly and followed her into dreamland.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Elenya woke up the next morning, she was confused at first. She was surrounded by warmth and safety and definitely not in her bed. A strong heartbeat was beating under her ear and an arm was wrapped around her shoulders. It took her a moment to remember the events of the night and a blush rose to her face. Embarrassed, she buried her face deeper into Arlo's chest.

She couldn't remember much after the first thunder had sounded. Only the feeling of fear and panic. The way to the Civil Corps headquarters was a blur and the first thing she really recognised again was Arlo's warm embrace.

God, how could she let herself go like that in front of him? She hadn't had a panic attack in a long time and then she had to have one right in front of her new boyfriend. What will he think of her now?

But... he was so sweet the whole time. Made sure she felt safe, reassured her and warmed her up and all without even knowing what was going on. How did she deserve this perfect man?

Trying to get a look at his face, Elenya lifted her head from his chest, but that turned out to be a big mistake. Pain shot through her head and with a soft whimper she let her head fall back. 

Fuck, she hated that. Couldn't the headache have gone away overnight?

The movement must have woken Arlo because there was first a low grumble above her before his voice, rough from sleeping, sounded. "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" She could feel the vibration of his words beneath her, and while that wasn't good for her head, she could definitely get used to waking up to that voice.

Carefully this time, she tried to lift her head once more to look at him and was rewarded for her efforts. Arlo’s hair was tousled from sleeping and his half-closed blue eyes looked down at her lovingly, a soft and sleepy smile playing around his lips. He looked fucking beautiful.

"Yeah, I think so." Returning his smile, she nodded in affirmation aaaand... that was a very bad idea. Closing her eyes in pain, she lowered her head against his chest and pressed her left hand against her temple. She must have made a sound too, because she felt the body beneath her tense and the arm still around her shoulder tightened its hold.

"Elenya, what's wrong? What hurts?" Arlo's voice was filled with concern and she felt him trying to get a better look at her. That jolted her head, however, and this time she was aware of the soft whimper that escaped her lips.

"My head..." "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart. It still hurts? Damn, I had hoped that sleeping would make it better. Come on, let me try something." His right hand softly replaced hers at her head, his right thumb now pressing against her temple and the rest of his fingers pressing against the base of her skull. The pain instantly receded and a relieved sigh escaped her.

"Oh, that feels nice." She relaxed completely against the warm body beneath her, enjoying the brief relief of pain. "That's good. But otherwise you don't feel sick, do you?" Arlo's voice still dripped with concern and Elenya took stock of her body, relieved to find that she could dispel his worries. Nothing else hurt, and she was comfortably warm. "No, just a bad headache."

"I'm glad to hear that. I was afraid you'd get sick after being frozen through for so long." As if to emphasise his words, he pulled her even closer, sharing even more of his body heat with her.

“Don’t worry, you did a great job at warming me up again. Thank you so much for that, Arlo. For taking care of me, comforting me and generally being there for me." She wanted to look him in the eyes, wanted to convey her gratitude with more than words, but his hand was still on her head, having gone from massaging to carding his hand through her hair, keeping her pinned to his chest.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, sweetheart. I love taking care of you. I will always be there when you need me. Be it for an injury or when you need a shoulder to cry on.” His soft words warmed her heart. He never ceased to surprise her with how gentle and loving he could be outside of his Captain duties.

She just wanted to thank him more, when his movement in her hair stopped for a moment and she could feel him hesitate. "Do you want... to talk about it? About what happened last night?" She tensed in his arms and he quickly resumed his petting. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m just glad you are feeling better again.” How could he still be so perfect?

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it, but she already knew that he would blame himself when she told him what the panic attack brought on. But he had a right to know. She let herself enjoy his caress a little longer, then scurried a little back from him so she could look at him. Her head protested the movement, but she ignored it. 

A confused frown appeared on Arlo’s forehead and with a gentle smile she smoothed it out with her thumb. "No, I want to tell you. Just... let me finish before saying something, okay?" "Okay." He rolled to his side, facing her, caught her retreating hand in his own and pressed it against his chest, directly over his heart. His encouraging smile told her to start and so she did.

"As a child, I was really afraid of thunderstorms. I don't know why exactly, but no one would be able to get me out from under my blanket when a storm was raging outside. The older I got, the less scared I was, but the sound of thunder still makes me anxious. Usually it's not a problem as long as I'm inside, but last night.... The rain took me by surprise, and when the first thunder sounded, all I could hear was the collapse of the Eufaula Tunnel.”

Just as she predicted he started to tense, but as promised, he didn't say anything. But she could see the pieces coming together in his head and guilt settling in his gaze.

"I'm actually not sure what happened afterwards, I just needed to see you, make sure you weren't buried under all those rocks like in my mind. The next thing I was aware of was your hug." Without realising it, a few silent tears had escaped her and she suddenly found herself in Arlo's strong arms again.

"I'm so so sorry, darling. I never meant to cause you such pain. You shouldn't have to worry about me like this.... Are you sure you want to...?" His voice broke at the last words and okay, no, she had to stop him there. She had expected him to blame himself, as she could still remember very clearly the conversation with him when he had asked her for help about Nora. (She still felt guilty towards Nora for stealing her man, but that was another topic.)

He had told her that he didn't want to date anyone because he didn't want anyone to worry about him when he was out as the Civil Corps Captain. She couldn't tell how happy she was when he accepted her heart knot months later anyway, but now she had to convince him that he wasn't regretting it for the wrong reasons. She leaned a little back and looked deep into his eyes.

"No Arlo, this is not your fault. I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. As the Civil Corps Captain, I know that there is a chance that you will not always come back to me in one piece. But I love you and I'm not going to let you cut yourself off from me because of that."

Arlo's eyes suddenly got really big and.... Oh fuck, had she really just said that? They had only been together for 2 months and neither of them had said the L-word yet. Not that it wasn't true, but that was definitely not how she had imagined the first time.

"You... love me?" His blue eyes looked at her in wonder and she could feel her face flush. But she didn't back down and said instead, "Yes Arlo, I love you. I have for some time now and I don't know what I would do without you."

His expression didn't change for a while and she was getting nervous. Had she said too much? But before she could overthink it, she suddenly found herself on her back, Alro over her, straddling her waist. The headache caused by the abrupt movement was immediately forgotten when he carefully cupped her face and engaged her in a passionate kiss, morning breath be damned. She let herself fall into the kiss, all thoughts disappearing from her mind.

When he broke the kiss, he gently rested his forehead against hers, his eyes smiling down at her. "I love you too, my brave little builder. I'm so happy you decided to bear with me." Her heart swelled with warmth and love and she softly traced the stubble on his cheek with her thumb before cupping his cheek. "It's not a hardship. You are perfect to me." She pulled him down in a kiss again, never having felt happier than in this moment.

[meetmyevilways]

Who's green now?

Sirius Black x Reader

The prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen's List.

Kinktober Masterlist

Prompt: 5. Sixty-nine || Lap dances || Uniforms

Plot: You are in a love/hate relationship with Sirius, or to be more precise in a fuck/hate relationship...

Warnings: since they are still in school, both idiots are minors

further warnings at the end, so not to spoil the fun, you can search for it with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post

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Hogwarts was starting a new tradition, to the pressure of the Ministry no doubt, it was announced a few weeks ago that the school would invite all students above fifteen from all the other wizarding schools to help the next generation socialise.

It was a pretty way to say the pureblood families were looking for matches that would fit their outdated ideas about favourable arranged marriages.

For last-year students the attendance was mandatory so there was no way you could get out of this but no matter the pressure from your parents you will not agree to marry anyone that's for sure. You told your father that they will have to drag you to the wedding while you were kicking and screaming and cursing them and even then you wouldn't go through with it. He was never so close to slapping you but your mother calmed him down by simply disregarding your threats as whims of a young girl who will change her mind.

The attendance of the parents was mandatory as well, the students could only participate at the late event with them, which excluded all muggle-borns as their parents couldn't enter the school grounds.

Everyone knew what was the real reason for this and that many of the children will leave this room being engaged to someone they don't know or can't stand. It was utter bullshit. That was the only thing you could agree on with Sirius Black.

Just the thought of that prick makes your blood boil in all the possible ways but you are looking for him as you know he is probably the only safe choice to linger close to in this room. You would hang out with your girlfriends but some of them are not here belonging in the group that was excluded or they are busy with following the whims of their fussy mothers who are looking for the prized husband to be for their precious daughters so they could get together as soon as school ends and begin the baby-making frenzy that just makes you shudder to think about.

You can hear your mother calling for you and that sends you in the opposite direction to hide away from any 'suitable gentleman' she found for you. Seeing that the way to the Clock Tower Courtyard is open and you take your chances on the freezing winter night against your mother's scheming. You only get to the second column someone grabs you and pulls you behind it hiding you beneath some sort of cape just a second before your mother gets next to you. She stops a few meters from you and looks around, you grab onto the coat of the person holding you and wait withheld back breath, she looks at you but it's like she sees nothing there because she makes a frustrated sigh and turns around to get back to the Great Hall.

As soon as she steps inside, you let out your breath and look at your rescuer only to find yourself plastered over Sirius Black, who looks down at you with an arrogant smirk until his eyes travel lower and he sees the colour of your dress, his smirk turning into a frown.

"Where did you get the cape?" You ask as you imagine all the times you could use it to hide away from others but he shuts your daydreaming down and starts to get on your nerves as usual.

"Borrowed it." And that's all the answer you get before he gets to the prickly comments. "Green? Really?" He huffs, annoyed by the mere sight of the colour on you. He usually rips at your uniform to get rid of the reminder that he is fucking a snake. His words.

You had to replace them so many times you learned every repairing spell that exist to avoid the explanation of how could you ruin your brand new uniforms in a day. It's not just the uniforms, though, those are the ones he hates most and makes him want to get rid of them which results in said ripping and fucking. You started to rile him up on purpose and when you saw his interest waiver to other girls you started to wear more green, even on your days off, visiting the town. It was a challenge to find so many green pieces that you found acceptable as the colour wasn't your favourite, to say the least, but it was so worth it.

"So you wouldn't forget who you're dealing with." You think your answer is clever and will shut him up but you just trapped yourself in a usual argument that always ends up with him holding you down and letting out your frustration in a rough quicky, barely hidden from the public eyes in the nearest corner he can find. You know you are in it again when you hear his response as he puts away the cape that somehow made you invisible.

"Oh, Green. You dressed up all for me? If you have any expectations of catching me as your husband you will be terribly disappointed." He mocks you like he usually does, the condescending smirk plastered on his beautiful, punchable face.

"Oh, shut up you arrogant moron. Even the thought of getting tied to you for the rest of my life makes me sick." You counter his insulting remark with a hiss.

He grabs you by your throat and turns you both until you've switched places and it's your back against the pillar as he presses flush against you, towering over your petite form.

"So you dressed up for this auction? Have you found a poor bastard who was taken enough with your pretty little face to ignore your bitchy personality?" Sirius nips at your lips as he tightens his hold on you and hitches up your long gown to get between your legs.

"You know very well, I'll never agree to a marriage like that. So I sought out your company because your miserable ass is the only safe choice in there." You explain breathlessly as he kisses and nips along your neckline.

"Is that all you were seeking me for?" His lips find yours but only grazed against you and pulled back, smiling as you follow.

"Yes, but now I have a better idea." You grab him by his shirt and yank him to you taking that kiss then pulling back to look at him expectantly.

"I'm listening." He knows very well what you want, he wants the same, yearns for it all the time. But the little shit cannot help but tease you even now.

"Fuck me." You stopped playing around, you just want him to make you forget all this fussing and scheming and make you feel good for a few moments.

"Hmm, my vicious little snake. Is this what you want?" Sirius is pressing his hardened cock to you through your clothes and you can't help but grind into him.

"Yes." You sound even more breathless as you answer and neither of you wastes time to get him free of his pants and have him inside you.

"You want me to fuck you and mark you so no one else will try to take you?" He thrust inside you in one move, you were wet but he's big and being this unprepared hurts enough to bring tears to your eyes.

"Ah, I will fill you to the brim, stuff you so full you'll feel me through the whole night. You will feel me dripping down your thighs as you talk with those losers your parents present for you." He fucks you roughly and fast but you never complain, you want all that, you want to feel something, feel him. The mix of pleasure and pain is getting too much too soon.

"And you will turn them all down, like a good little bitch." He snaps into you harder to make a point and a whine escapes you as you try to hold onto him.

"Only I get to touch you, I'm the only one who can fuck you and I will, in all your hideous green clothes that I'll rip off of you before I fuck you into being my good girl." You moan and clench around him before it gets to your clouded brain what he was saying exactly then you laugh.

"Look who's green now. Big bad Sirius Black jealous over any man who gets to touch his toy." You continue to laugh, it's not cruel or mean but he still cannot stand that you found a weakness of his.

"Careful." He warns you with a growl as he snaps his hips even harder into you and tightens his hand around your neck.

"Do you want to show everyone I'm not for sale?" You whisper against his lips. "Then mark me, so anyone who looks at me would know that they don't get to tame me." Your challenge is met with a growl, he places his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries and he bites down hard on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

The sudden pain throws you over the edge and you come hard around him, forcing his own orgasm. He thrusts into you one more time as deeply as he can and marks your inside as well with every spurt of his warm cum. Sirius stuffs you full as he promised, you can already feel it dribble down beneath you.

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Something changed between you. You're both panting heavily, still connected as he softens inside you and takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours while you collect yourselves.

He pulls out of you, uncharacteristically gently, but the burn still makes you hiss. Sirius looks down into your eyes with a look in his that you've never seen before and you are not sure you like how that unwavering stare makes you feel. To make it go away you drag him down into a rough kiss that he returns with passion but there is no trace of aggression in it.

You pull away and look up at him frowning as his expression hasn't changed. He brushes his fingertips over your cheek and down your neck to gently caress the mark he made. It makes you shiver and it frightens you but you don't have time to overanalyse your feelings because your parents found you.

Sirius quickly takes off his coat and places it on you to hide any trace of what you've done then he turns to his mother, who's first to arrive, to hear the usual speech of how much of a disappointment he is.

"Sirius Black!" You flinch at his mother's voice and take his hand to soothe him as you gently squeeze it in support. You want to move away after a second but he doesn't let you, he's frozen and drowning and you are his only lifeline.

You've never seen him like this, but you've seen his bruises when he arrives from his home each time. It was a silent agreement between you to ignore it. But know you are so mad at that woman you would give anything if you could get away with murder.

Stepping in front of Sirius, you hold your head up high and brace yourself for her wrath but confusion quickly replaces anger in her tiny little cruel heart.

"Who are you?" The question comes out just barely civil, almost slipping into being offending. You tell her your name and you see the realisation hit her that you are part of one of the oldest and strongest pure-blood houses in Europe.

She looks you over and sees the jacket, the joining hands and your protective stance. The little smile and that gleam in her eyes make your confidence crumble, you stumble back into Sirius who's still frozen in place but circles you with his other arm and pulls you to his chest instinctively, which only makes her mother smile brighter.

When your parents and her husband reach you Walburga Black announces to them the great news of this perfect match. After a moment of surprise and a quick look at you they start to head back inside and discuss the details of your wedding, leaving you two standing there in a completely shocked state, starring after them.

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Warnings: hate fucking, toxic relationship, jealousy, unprotected sex, marking, biting, cream pie, accidental engagement, talks of arranged marriage, mentions of child abuse

[hoboal87]

Don’t Speak

Title: Don’t Speak.

Pairing: au!dark!Dean x virgin!Reader x au!dark!Sam, Dean x Sam 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Y/N wakes up in an unfamiliar room with a stranger, little does she know that he has plans for her.

Warnings: *Rape/Non-Con, dark!Dean, dark!Sam, virgin!reader, angst (i think this goes with out saying), Wincest, forced orgasms, non-con bondage, eduardian era (but the boys are still american), implied arranged marriages, implied breeding kink, implied age gap, humiliation (not the fun kind), minor knife play

A/N 1: This is my entry for @cockslut-padalecki‘s #NotMyNinth Challenge. My prompt is “Masquerade” and “Don’t Speak”

A/N 2: I’ve never written non-con, or a dark!fic before, but this was the first thing that came into mind. This fic is for 18+ only! 

*TW: Rape/Non-Con - Please, I beg you, do not read if this is something that will trigger and/or offend you. 

No Beta all mistakes are mine. (I have tense issues, I know)

Spring, 1905

There’s a haze surrounding your vision as you come to, unsure of where you are or how you got there. Your head throbs, you must’ve had too much champagne, though you don’t remember having more than a second glass. Your mother and father will be furious, you’re a young lady eligible for marriage, and the night was meant for you to find a suitable prospect.

As your vision clears you try to become more aware of your surroundings. A chill runs through your body, and you realize that you’ve been stripped down to nothing more than your undergarments, and silk sheets lie underneath you. You try to sit up, and with a cursory glance, you can see attached to posts of the bed, are long leather straps, which, to your horror, are connected to your wrists.

You struggle, using the little give that the straps have to offer to try and get yourself free. You start to panic, breathing heavier as you flail your arms and legs in an attempt to free yourself from the unwanted bonds. A low chuckling comes from somewhere else in the room, wherever you are, it’s clear to you now that you’re not alone. Your heart races faster as you tug at the straps again, hoping in vain, something will give and you can leave this place.

You twist your arms as far as you can stopping as soon as the pain becomes too much to bear. You grunt and groan, maybe if you make enough noise, someone will find you and get you back to your parents, and you can leave with some of your virtue intact. In the midst of everything, you can hear a second, distinct voice. There’s something vaguely familiar about the two voices, but you can’t place either of them, you’d been introduced to well over fifty men since you presented in court just six months ago.

“Please,” you whimper, “I don’t know who you are. Please let me go.”

The two muffled voices stop for a moment, and the shuffling of feet make their way towards you. The mask that you begged your father for still rests on your face, you curse yourself for demanding such an opulent thing, these men must think your family is well off, and that they can ransom your parents. The truth is, your family is relying on you to make a good match to a wealthy family, so that their debts may be paid off.

A large, calloused hand grazes your calf, while another, even larger hand mimics the actions, caressing your legs all the way up to what little underclothes you still have on. You jerk against their touches, unable to do anything else. The man to the left brandishes a blade, and your breath hitches in horror at the realization that he’s most likely going to kill you. Your father had recently told you of multiple unsolved murders in London, all young women, their insides mutilated. If these are the same men, you have no chance of escaping, all you can do is hope that if that is their plan, they'll have mercy and give you a quick death.

Tears flood your eyes as the man with the knife drags the sharp edge against your wrist. Momentary relief fills you, as you naively believe that he will free you of your bonds, he tuts at you, before moving the blade up your arm. It scrapes your skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make your heart thump faster in your chest. It becomes painfully obvious that whatever the two men have in store for you, they don’t plan on giving you any sense of relief. Dread fills you, and you look up at the man, hoping that maybe if he sees the trepidation in your eyes he’ll show you some kind of compassion. A plain mask obscures most of his face, and all you can make out are fiercely green eyes.

“Please,” you choke out, “I just want to get back to my parents.”

Green-eyes smirks, and leans down to grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at him as he brings the blade only inches away from your face. The second man’s hand hovers over your still covered pussy, and he grunts at green-eyes, who hands over the blade. The second man is impossibly tall, with long chestnut locks framing his covered face. A wift of cool air breezes against your now exposed pussy, and he runs the blade against your stomach, before handing it back to the man on your left. He brings the blade close to your face, but you can’t see where it is thanks to the mask still resting against you. You close your eyes as you hear a rip, and when you open them, you find that your mask is gone, and both men have discarded theirs as well. Americans, you remember meeting them only a few weeks ago. The Queen had, for some reason, allowed them to come to court, which before was unheard of, but no one dared to question Her Royal Highness.

Winchester. That was their name. The other ladies of the court were fawning all the brothers, they could have anyone they wanted, so why were you tied up like some animal?

“Sirs, please,” you sob, unable to hold your tears back any longer. “ I won’t say anything to anyone. My family– we have no money. There is nothing I can give you.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean slides the knife against your cheek. “We don’t want any money, your Queen has already paid us handsomely for our services.”

Your stomach drops as you realize what they want, and they’re going to take it whether you want them to or not. You flail against your bonds, trying and failing over and over again to free yourself. You only stop moving when Dean brings the blade against your cheek, pressing firmly enough that you can feel a trickle of blood roll down amongst your tears.

“I’d hate to scar up this pretty face,” Dean tsks, “but don’t think I won’t. You don’t need a perfect complexion for what we have in store for you, does she Sammy?”

Sam grunts in agreement, and you cry out for your mother and father.

“Hush, hush, darling,” Dean tuts, covering your mouth with his giant hand. There seems to be a sincerity in his voice, but it is gone before you can even process his words. “I know what you’re thinkin’,” Your eyes widen as you turn to face Sam, he’s already half-naked, and there’s a noticeable bulge in his trousers. “And sweetheart, you can’t imagine.”

“Please, don’t!”

“Maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let Sammy warm you up before he sticks his cock in you,” Dean says as Sam palms himself, and you turn your attention back to the older brother. Dean fiddles with the knife, as if he feels the need to remind you that you are completely at his and Sam’s mercy.

“What’s going to be, Y/N?” Dean asks as he removes his shirt, and the bed dips as Sam climbs in the forced space between your legs. “Sammy has no problem going in there dry, do ya Sammy?”

“Wanna taste her,” Sam grumbles, but doesn’t move from his spot between your legs. It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him speak, and it sends chills down your spine.

Sam’s eyes are filled with hunger as he stares down at your virgin pussy. He licks his lips, and slowly strokes his now-free cock.

“Have you ever let someone taste you, Y/N?” Dean rids himself of the rest of his clothes, and you gasp at the size of his cock. You’d never seen one this close before, you had, in fact, never seen one at all, outside of a textbook drawing.

Dean sets the blade down, and nuzzles against your neck, sucking marks onto you, before moving up and placing almost sweet kisses against your mouth and jaw. Warmth pools in your belly against your will, and you hate your body for betraying you, becoming more aroused as Sam and Dean continue touching you.

“She’s gushing, De,” Sam chortles and heat fills your cheeks. You don’t want this, you don’t want to lose your virginity to anyone other than your future husband. “Lemme taste her,” Sam runs a finger through your folds, slightly brushing over your clit.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Dean's mouth leaves your neck, and for a moment you think he’s talking to you, but then, he turns around to face his brother and presses his lips against Sam’s. Dean’s hand runs over Sam’s taught body, replacing Sam’s hand with his own around his cock. You’re shocked at the sight before you, you’d never seen two men kiss, let alone touch each other the way the brothers were. Sam moans against Dean’s lips, and Dean tugs him back by his long locks, if it wasn’t clear before, it was now obvious that Dean was the one in charge. You squirm as the brothers continue kissing over your naked body, tongues dancing together, and heat fills you from toes to fingers. Dean pulls away from his brother, and you’re sure you can hear a whimper leave Sam’s mouth.

“Are you upset that we’re not including you, Princess?” He snickers, eyes landing on your pussy, and you can feel the wetness pooling.

“Please, let me go,” you beg again. “I give you my word, sirs, I will speak of this to no one.”

“That’s not how this is gonna work, sweetheart. Our father is already telling your father that we’d like you to come with us. See, Sammy and me, we’re gonna need someone to help carry on the Winchester name, and it looks like you’re the perfect girl to do it.” Dean picks up the blade once again, “don’t you understand? You’re ours.”

Were your parents really just going to sell you off to the Winchesters without even informing you first? And Dean was making one point painfully clear; it didn’t matter who you married, you would now be the property of the Winchester family, and they can and will use you however you want.

Dean grips your jaw again, making you face him, as he climbs over you, his legs on either side of your chest, his thick cock jutting out from his body. He twirls the knife in his hands before slicing through your corset. You can’t see past him as he rips the bodice off of you, and his eyes stare down at your breasts. Dean massages them gently for a moment, and you feel the swipe of what has to be

Sam’s tongue against your pussy lips.

Sam fucks you with his tongue relentlessly, and you hate that you're getting pleasure from something you don’t want. An involuntary moan leaves your lips, and you can feel Sam hum in amusement as you can’t control your body. Dean plays with your tits, and leaves love bites all over them, before climbing even further up your body and taps the spongy tip of his cock against your lips.

You can see Dean’s patience growing thin as you refuse to open your mouth, and he turns his head to Sam, and you close your eyes, trying desperately to fight off what you can only assume is an orgasm. Suddenly, a finger is teasing your weeping hole, gathering your slick and then entering you. Sam’s mouth returns to your clit as he adds another finger, and you can no longer keep your mouth shut, forming a perfect ‘o’ as the coil inside you finally snaps.

Dean slides his cock into your mouth without hesitation, and begins fucking you with as much enthusaism as Sam. Neither brother stops, Sam, working you through your first orgasm, and to your shame and horror, another one following closely behind.

“She’s so tight, De,” you hear Sam over the sound of Dean fucking your mouth. “Definitely a virgin.”

Dean pulls away from you, and the brothers in well-coordinated dance switch

places, Sam moves to the side of the bed, slipping his cock into your mouth as Dean takes his place between your legs.

“Oh, Sammy, she’s dripping,” Dean says with a sly grin. “Did Sammy eat this cunt good?” Dean asks as he notches his tip at your entrance. It burns as he pushes into you, the only thing keeping you from screaming is Sam’s cock in your mouth.

Tears slide down your face as the brothers abuse your mouth and your pussy, unable to do anything but wait until they’re done with you.

“Dean asked you a question, Y/N.” Sam pulls himself out of your mouth, his cock covered in your saliva. He gathers you by the hair, yanking your head back, and you yelp out in pain. “Tell him how much you loved getting your cunt eaten. Tell him you want him to cum in your pussy.”

You repeat Sam’s words, and Dean’s pace quickens before his hips begin to stutter. With a final, deliberate thrust, Dean’s body stiffens, and you feel his cock twitch inside you as he coats your walls with his seed. As soon as he pulls out, Sam is back in his spot, entering you in a swift move. Dean watches from the side as you squirm under Sam, Dean may be thicker, but Sam is longer, and slam of hips make his cock hit your cervix.

At some point one of the brothers undid the bindings around your ankles, and you don’t realize it until Sam is throwing them around his shoulders, allowing him to hit new angles inside of you. He’s tightening the coil once again, and as his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, his thumb swipes at your clit, and no matter how hard you try to fight it, and even more intense orgasm rips through you.

“Look at the mess she made, De,” Sam laughs as he briefly slows down. “Bet we could both get in here if we wanted.” Dean moves back towards you and Sam, chuckling as he looks down to see the now ruined sheets underneath you.

“Creamed up his cock so good, Y/N.”

Dean leans in, and once again presses his lips against Sam’s. Sam doesn’t slow, and the sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. Tears stream down your cheeks as Sam chases after his own release. But neither brother is focused on you anymore, and Sam wraps his hand around Dean’s half-hard cock, jerking it in time with every thrust he makes into you.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam whispers as Dean pulls away.

“Me too, baby. Cum in that tight little pussy, then I’ll let you finish me off. Do it, Sammy,” he orders, “breed her.”

Sam picks up his pace once again, and with half a dozen more thrusts you can once again feel your walls being coated with Winchester seed. Sam’s mouth is on Dean’s cock, bobbing up and down until Dean stills, and when he pulls away, the brother’s share another passionate kiss.

“I see you boys started without me,” another voice enters the room. The brothers shoot each other a look before moving off the bed and stand on either side. The man comes into view; you don’t recognize him, he’s older, your father’s age at least.

“Sorry, Sir.”

The man notices the mess between your legs, and shakes his head at the brothers. A sly grin forms on his face, and he licks his lips, there's hunger, a lust, even more so than Sam or Dean, as he takes in your naked form.

You wish you could disappear, the brothers have already used you in more ways than you could imagine and now there is someone else. You want to cry, you wish you could, but all that comes out is a whimper, begging for them to let you go.

The older man lets out a breathy, low, chuckle as you squirm, his long digits leaving feather light touches as it travels back towards your abused hole. A groan leaves you as he tentatively pushes a finger in, and then another and pumps them a few times, before bringing them to your lips. He's coated in the remnants of Sam and Dean's cum, and orders you to open your mouth.

You're too scared to do anything but obey, letting the thick fingers that were just in your pussy sit on your tongue and he orders you to suck.

“Looks like my boys took good care of you, darlin’,” The man removes his shirt and trousers before climbing on to the bed, his body on top of yours. “Got that cunt of yours ready for Daddy?” You don’t respond, but Sam or Dean, you're not sure who, murmurs something. “Good, ‘cause you think my boys are big? Darlin' you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

Part 2

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I will typically utilize fade-to-black rather than writing smut. I do write sexual themes, and will participate in Sinday through memes, drabbles, and suggestive starters. All suggestive text will be tagged ‘ mind the citrus ’.

NSFW imagery may be present on my blog. This includes but is not limited to NSFW fanart and image/gifsets, however all suggestive imagery will be tagged ‘ NSFT ’ (Not Safe For Tumblr). I am looking into the idea of implimenting citrus scale in tagging as well.

[justkending]

Is that seriously your password? (Birthday One-shots)

Prompt: Is that seriously your password?

Challenge: justkending Birthday drabbles and one-shots

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: This was asked for a by anon, so thank you to whoever you may be! I thought this was cute little one-shot once it came to me! Also, coming up with the password took me a seconds, but then I heard Sebastian's voice in my head and well... Here we are;)

“Hey FRIDAY? Who all from the team is in the compound?” Y/N shouted from Tony’s lab where she was working on a new piece of equipment for her uniform. 

“Everyone is out either on a mission or off the compound premises for personal business,” the AI responded. “However, Sergeant Barnes is in the living room reading.” 

“He works. Can you ask him to come down here?” she continued, never breaking from her computer screen she was typing away on in front of her.

“Of course,” FRIDAY responded before going quiet for a minute and speaking back up. “He seemed rather confused by the request, but he’s on his way.”

“Always paranoid that one,” Y/N mumbled before shouting a thank you and going back to typing a storm. 

A few minutes later, Bucky cautiously peaked through the glass doors to the lab and saw Y/N completely entranced in whatever she was working on in front of her. She was typing and scanning the screen quickly and then immediately turning to a notebook beside her to write whatever it was down. 

“Why are you calling me down here out of all people?” he said almost concerned. 

“Because everyone else is either fighting bad guys or off away from the compound doing their own thing,” she responded, finally breaking away from her computer screen upon hearing his voice. 

“Oh,” he nodded before looking around and hesitantly coming in more. 

He didn’t care to come down to Stark’s personal man cave much. Tony still threw sarcastic insults and passive jokes at him every once in a while even though they had made up and moved on. But it was Tony. He was kinda that way with everyone. Either way, they only really crossed paths if they absolutely needed too. 

“Here, come here for a second,” she waved him over, pushing back her chair as she stood up and stretched some. 

Bucky listened even though his face showed he was confused and hesitant about it all. It wasn’t Y/N either. They were actually good friends after all the missions and team dinner and movie nights of getting to know each other. They shared a lot in common. She was an old soul for a pretty young member of the crew and Bucky admired that. Because of her mannerisms and interest, they got a long rather quick. It made it easy for them to instantly click. 

“What are you doing?” he asked when he saw her raise her hands and projections of pieces of her suit for missions popped up in pieces in the air with what looked like notes and statistics floating around them. The blueprints for it all lit up in front of them without a screen to stay on. He may never get used to the advancement of technology because anytime he saw something new, something crazier would pop up soon after.

“I came up with some new little tricks for my suit. It’s not not a bad outfit, but there’s always something new that can be better and improved,” she shrugged, moving the pieces around in the air with her fingers. 

Oh yeah, and next to Tony and Banner, the woman could maneuver through almost any form of technology as if it was as easy as learning how to count to 10 on your fingers. 

“I only have the metal on the bottom of my boots, and it’s worked for this long. But, I feel like there’s ways I can discreetly add more throughout the suit without weighing it down, making it easier to maneuver when I’m airborne.”

Another note to know, Y/N was an enhanced. She had the ability to bend and manipulate any form of metal. So the metal that Tony had built into her shoes made it to where she could lift herself off ground level and fly. However, through trial and error, they noticed that they couldn’t really add it to many other places as it weighed her down and made fighting a lot less agile. Don’t get it wrong though. She made it work. She just preferred it to be better. 

“Sounds like a smart idea.” He paused in the silence as she continued to analyze the layout in front of her silently. “Did you just want company to show off that big brain of yours, or am I supposed to give you an opinion?” 

He was sassy with her. She was sassy back. It was the way of their friendship for the most part. 

“No, Barnes. I need you to give me your password,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him with a stink face before moving back to the computer. He chuckled at her facial expression and followed her to her setup. 

“Why do you need my password? You have your own account,” he questioned, watching as she went to log into the files under SHIELD's confidentials. 

“No, actually. Mine went caput last night,” she huffed. “Some weird glitch happened, don’t ask me how because you would think Stark tech is more advanced, but whatever caused it made my account go haywire. In saying that...” She clicked a few more things moving faster than Bucky could keep up with on the screen. Then she turned to him and leaned back on the counter. “Tony was supposed to make me a new one or fix it, but he bailed on me today for brunch with Pepper... In Capri.” She let out a big breath. “So until he gets back, I’m at a standstill getting the information I need to fix this.” The smile on her face showed she was done telling her story. 

“So you need my password to get confidential information?” he asked, crossing his arms and putting his weight onto one leg. “What kind of confidential stuff are we talking here because I don’t need Tony going through my history and asking me questions I can’t answer,” he pointed with raised eyebrows. 

“Highly doubt he cares or has the time to go through your history, Buck,” she laughed, turning back around and raising her hand with a swift motion bringing the chair to her without actually touching it. 

Bucky looked down at it as it moved and noticed the metal base of it. He was always shocked anytime she used her powers. For one, she was rather graceful with her own for the most part, so the act of watching her do it, was somewhat mesmerizing. But also, he was still trying to wrap his head around people born with abilities like that. Wanda really threw him for a loop the first time he met her. 

Shaking out his head and following to stand by where she was sitting, he argued with her statement. 

“Yeah, I’d think about that again,” he winced. “Out of all the people Tony is going to keep an extra eye on, who do you think it is?”

Y/N paused and turned to him scrunching her nose. 

“Ok, yeah you’re right,” she nodded. Bucky sent her a look in agreement. “But I promise it’s not for anything crazy. I just want to find a resource for the lightest metal we can get our hands on. I think if I can get some of that, I can place it throughout my suit to not weigh it down as much and make any hand to hand combat about 100x easier and more fluent.”

“Sounds like a solid plan. What file do you think is going to hold something like that?” he nodded, crossing his arms again and leaning his backside on the table facing her in her chair. 

“The same one that talks about vibranium,” she sassed some. “I just want to run some analytics to see my options on what will be most malleable for the suite. Some metals may be lighter, but that doesn’t always mean suitable for tons of kinesthetic motions.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” he shook his head, smiling at her. 

“I know. I got the beauty and brains,” she smiled with a shrug, but she was playing around. Y/N was never one to boast about herself. She was as humble as Tony was egotistical. “Ok, enough small talk. What’s your password, Barnes?”

All that was left to do on the page she had pulled up was type in said password and she was in. 

“Uh, I don’t really want to say it outloud,” he said, becoming bashful all of a sudden. His arms tightening around him self consciously. 

“Why?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head. “Scared I’ll remember it and hack your account? May just search for some things that Tony would love to tease you about.”

“Haha,” he said flatly. “And no. I know for a fact you would never do that. You’re too nice for that,” he responded. “It’s just. It’s an embarrassing password.”

“It can’t be that bad. Come on, just say it Mister so I can get my research done!” she persisted, poking his flesh arm. 

“Here, let me just type it,” he said, moving to the keyboard. 

“Nuh-uh,” she said moving the keyboard with a flick of her wrist out of his reach. Damn practically everything for having some form of metal in it. “I’m too intrigued now. I want to know what it is…” The mischievous gleam in her eye showed Bucky he probably wasn’t going to win this. 

“What happened to your sweet innocent self?” he said slightly shocked by her antics, but not able to hold back a chuckled. 

“It’s her off day today. She needed a break… And a little fun,” she smiled wider. “Come on. Just tell me. I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“I don’t think you can keep that promise.”

“Have I ever not?” 

“I mean that one time when you promised to make chocolate chip pancakes because I was having a bad day, and then ditched me for a mission,” he noted. The fake hurt was exaggerated in his eyes. 

“Hey! I have no control over when something like that comes up,” she pointed at him. “You know that too on a personal level.”

“Still never got those pancakes though,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh as he shook his head. 

“Ugh, fine. How about this?” she started, leaning back in her chair. “You tell me your password, and if I laugh then I go make you those famous pancakes now. If I don’t laugh, you have to drop that whole thing and not bring it up again.”

He weighed his options watching her. The two staring into each others eyes bargaining in silence. Sure Bucky didn’t want to say his password, but worse case scenario she laughed, maybe teased him a litt, but he got pancakes. And he knew she would laugh… 

“Fine. But just know, I like my pancakes with extra chocolate,” he sighed, relaxing his muscles some. “And whip cream.”

“Won’t need to. I’m tough enough to not react to whatever it is,” she smiled, bringing the keyboard back over. “Ok, so what is it?”

He stayed silent for a minute. God, he hated saying it outloud. Not that he really ever had to, but still. It was embarrassing. 

“It’s… It’s WienerSoldier1917,” he mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N said with wider eyes. She heard him, but she was wondering if she heard him right. 

“The W and S are capitalized…” he practically whispered looking down. When he didn’t hear a response but insead deafening silence, he looked over seeing her biting her lip and trying her best to suppress a laugh. Her face became slightly red and her eyes started blinking fast as she tried to pull herself together. “Yeah, I’m definitely getting those pancakes,” he sighed with a shake of his head, not being able to hold back his own soft smile. 

Not even two seconds later, Y/N was in a laughing fit. Practically falling out of the chair. If Bucky hadn’t caught her when he did, she would have gone over the side and brought the chair down with her, but he casually kept the chair from tipping with one arm. 

“Oh, that’s just too good,” she finally got out after a few minutes of full on, stomach aching laughing. She wiped her eyes at the few tears that had come down and shook her head. “Is that seriously your password?”

“You know Tony came up with it! And he knows I don’t know how to change it!” Bucky defended.

“Oh, Tony. What a comedian…” Y/N sighed, catching her breath. “Ok, back to business.” She typed in the password not being able to hold back yet another round of laughs as she typed it out. Bucky just rubbed his temple as she went about her research and giggled. 

After pulling up a few things, she turned to him.

“Ok, I own you a batch of pancakes now,” she smiled, standing and organizing the desktop. “I’ll come back and finish up down here later.”

“You’re not even upset you laughed, are you?” Bucky said following her in step to the door. 

“Oh, I knew I was going to already with how you were acting. I also knew I was hungry and up for something sweet anyway,” she shrugged. “Win, win for me.”

“You’re a punk,” Bucky faked shock, nudging her shoulder with his own before opening the door for her. 

“Eh, like I said. Sweet-innocent Y/N, as you called her, has a day off,” she smiled up at him before wrapping her arm through his. “Hey, and after breakfast? I’ll show you how to change your password,” she looked up at him with a wink.

The two chuckling and talking as they walked upstairs arm and arm to the kitchen.

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[mysticpetals]

Can you please do a fluffy 42 with Lucifer and MC and their daughter pls🥺🥺

Epilogue

Pairing: Lucifer × angel!mc (Vienna)

Words: 1.2k

Genre: fluff, humor

Summary: Lucifer and his daughter plan a surprise but it doesn't go according to plan.

Prompt: 42. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

Notes: I'm soooooo sorry that it's so late but again, I can only blame exams 😭 I hope you like this fluffy oneshot 💗 couldn't really find a suitable gif so bear with me lol

"Go on, it's okay. It looks like she's just as scared as you," Vienna nods towards a middle aged woman, who was her charge's mother. Her charge didn't even know that she existed till his father drunkenly admitted one day that he had forced her to leave them.

Now the teenager looked unsurely towards his mother from outside the cafe's window and watched as she fidgeted nervously. It was difficult to arrange the meeting, and even more difficult to get the moody teenager to agree. But looking at the hope on his face, of finally getting something he had been looking for his whole life, she was sure that she made the right decision.

"What if she doesn't like me?" He asked.

"Now why would you think that? You're her son, she'll always love you," Vienna said and the boy stood up straighter, gathering himself to head inside, but as he turned to thank the kind lady, she was nowhere to be found. He furrowed his brows and decided that she must be running late for her work and had left.

Across the street, Vienna looked as the child entered and the mother sprang up from her seat. They both shook hands awkwardly but soon, they were talking with each other, all smiles and Vienna felt that her job here was done.

She called upon the vortex to open up, and take her home to Hell, where Lucifer and their daughter must have been waiting for her. She had promised them that she'd make them pancakes when she returned home and was looking forward to spending time with her family.

The vortex opened up next to the entrance of hell and she giddily made her way to the throne room, not doubting that she'd find Lucifer and a few of his advisors arguing again about something pointless. To her surprise though, it was absolutely empty.

Vienna tilted her head in confusion as she looked around. Lucifer had made sure to take his duties seriously ever since ascending the throne after Satan and it was rare to find him slacking off. Sure he was stubborn and took a long time to actually accept anyone's suggestions but still, he had never left the throne room so early before, no matter how aggravated he was.

She walked towards their home, hoping to find someone there and wasn't disappointed when the delighted shrieks of her daughter reached her ears. She sighed in relief, the war having made her too sensitive to the smallest of things, especially since her daughter was half angel and half demon.

A demon working for them greeted her and offered to take her cloak that she had removed and she stopped him.

"It's okay. Do you know where Lucifer and my daughter are?"

The demon hesitated, shuffling nervously and Vienna suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"Er..no, Miss Vienna. I'm afraid not."

Right then, she heard Lucifer shouting 'get away!' and fearing the worst, she dropped the cloak and ran towards the voice, heart pounding in her chest with fear and adrenaline.

What she came upon was her daughter hiding behind a chair as Lucifer held a pan, which was on fire, away from her.

"Mom!" Livia noticed her standing at the entrance of the kitchen and abandoning her chair, ran up to her, hugging her legs.

Vienna grabbed her daughter, pushing her behind herself, as Lucifer finally put out the fire and slumped against the kitchen counter. She gave a sigh of relief when a helper demon came upon the scene and told them that she'd clean up here.

"It's fine, I'll do it," Lucifer said, waving his hand and turned towards the pan once again. Livia tugged at her mother's dress, eyes wide as if to say that she shouldn't let that happen and Vienna smiled.

"Darling, I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

"What? You think I'll mess this up too?" He barked defensively and Vienna shook her head.

"No, because you two troublemakers need to come with me and clean up."

Lucifer looked at his daughter who was fidgeting with Vienna's robe, already distracted from what they had been doing prior to this whole fiasco and sighed in fond exasperation.

"Fine, let's go."

"So….what were you two doing?" Vienna asked as the three of them walked towards the bathroom.

"It was dad's idea!" Her five year old exclaimed and Vienna had to stifle a laugh at the betrayed expression on Lucifer's face.

"Well, you're the one who asked me to help you surprise mom!" He countered and the two of them started bickering about who was to blame. Vienna let them argue until they reached their destination and then turned to them with a raised eyebrow.

"You're wrong! And mom believes me anyway," Livia said, a smug smile on her round face as Lucifer scoffed playfully.

"No way. I met her first which means she trusts me more."

Livia's expression dropped as she turned towards her mother with tear filled eyes and Lucifer looked panicked at seeing her like that.

"Mom? You don't believe me?"

Lucifer looked at her pleadingly but Vienna, used to her daughter's antics picked her up and set her on the bathroom counter.

"I trust you both equally. Now let's do something about that flour on your face."

Livia pouted at her mother's dismissal of her question but Lucifer was relieved to see that she no longer looked like she might cry any second.

"Didn't I tell you I'll make you pancakes after coming back? Were you that hungry?" Vienna teased her daughter as she rubbed a wet cloth on her cheeks and Livia scrunched her face.

"I wanted to make pancakes for you like you always make for us." She mumbled and Vienna's heart clenched, the love for her daughter, her family only growing more. She caught Lucifer's eyes in the mirror and he gave her a genuine smile, one that she so dearly loved.

"All done! You can go now missy, but I better not hear that you went into the kitchen again!" Vienna said and Livia struggled to get down from the counter before Lucifer helped her. She giggled in delight when he tickled her and squirmed away, running back to the hallway, the sound of her laughter trailing behind her.

"Is it my turn yet?" Lucifer smirked and Vienna rolled her eyes playfully.

"Nope. You're a big boy, do it yourself."

"Oh, come on!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against him, cradling her face and kissing her gently.

"How did the assignment go?" He murmured between kisses and Vienna pulled away a little.

"Wonderful. But I see you had fun without me here." She smiled and Lucifer laughed, the sound making her smile widen.

"She's going to be the death of me," he said fondly but she could see the hesitance on his face, the doubt that he wasn't enough.

"Hey," she cupped his face and made him look at her, "you're a great dad. You're doing amazing, even though you've never had that yourself. She loves you so much, probably more than me. So don't doubt yourself."

Lucifer's expression melted into something softer and he nuzzled his face against her neck.

"I knew she loved me more."

"Lucifer!"

[writteninsunshine]

A Loveless Marriage - Vincent Moretti/Carol Moretti - SFWish

Title: A Loveless Marriage 

Author: Keith

Fandom: A Way Out

Setting: Unspecified

Pairing: Vincent Moretti/Carol Moretti

Characters: Carol Moretti, Vincent Moretti

Genre: Angst/Drama

Rating: K

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 100

Type Of Work: Drabble, Part of the FicWip Drabble Challenge

Status: Complete

Warnings: Straight, Het, Established Relationship, Verbal Abuse, Manipulation

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Carol was going to make herself absolutely clear. Vincent could choose his path of vengeance, or he could choose a life with her and the baby.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

These little things keep me writing sometimes when I can’t seem to get anything else done. I’m actually really proud of this, and it’ll be my first thing for this fandom. It’s probably suitable, truly, since I plan on doing at least one longfic for it. A longfic I need to get back to planning. 

At any rate, I hope you enjoy this!

A Loveless Marriage

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"--Are you even listening to me? Vincent! You keep acting like you want to fix things, and then you just... You do this! If you think that we can be saved, you're absolutely out of line. I can't believe you." Carol rubbed at her wet eyes, dragging her hands down her damp cheeks. While she tried to look stately and dignified, the mascara running down her face made a mess of her appearance.

"Carol, I--"

"No. Just stop." She shook her head, "No more excuses. If you take that job, then know that you are losing us, both me and the baby."

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AN: I really wanted to toy with these two, I thought it would be fun to write some pain with Vincent. It’s almost like all I can possibly do with him is write angst, so this was a good way to get it out. I hope you all enjoyed it!

I ended up falling out of the fandom after finishing an Omegaverse sickfic and this, and so if I edit the sickfic it might be the only thing I get posted for this, unfortunately.

Prompt: Don't Know What I Want, But It's Not You

[mypoisonedvine]

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817​‘s august challenge!  my prompt was the gif!

summary: you didn’t expect the man who bought you to be so kind.  you didn’t expect to fall for him, either.

warnings: death of a parent character, kidnapping, implied noncon/mentions of noncon, sexism, sexual slavery (mentioned), dub con (but not in the way you’re expecting), implied age gap (everyone is over 18!! as always!!), semi-public sex, breeding kink, loss of virginity, pain kink (slightly)

word count: a bit over 4k (and I wrote it all in one day... hey that rhymes!)

[this is another one of those things where the fic itself is dark due to the subject matter, but the character in question is not ‘dark’ in the traditional sense.  so, curtis is a good dude, it’s everyone else that sucks; this is a dark fic tonally, but not sexually per se]

Life in the tail section was ruthless.  It was all about survival, and survival was about being stronger than others.  You weren’t strong.  What you did have was your father, and he had kept you safe all your life, even before the two of you had lived in this terrible place.  He was a sort of leader; people looked up to him, and as a result, they obeyed his wishes to stay away from you.  Even so, you could sense that a lot of the men in the train were just waiting for their chance to take you.  Women who didn’t have significant skills to offer, women like you, were seen as a commodity with only one purpose.  Less like wives and more like slaves, they were traded, sold, and bartered for like clothes or rations.  It made you feel sick, but most of all it made you terrified for what would happen when your father couldn’t protect you anymore.  He was strong, but old, and so tired.  You hated to see how hard he had to work so late into his life, just so that you wouldn’t have to suffer.  

When he died, it almost didn’t feel real.  Even though it was sort of expected with the way his health had been declining for months, it was nothing you ever could’ve imagined.  A world without your father meant a world you were truly alone in… and only now did you confront the real cruelty of life in the tail section.

You woke up to being dragged by your hair; you screamed and kicked, but there was little you could do as you were thrown down onto the floor.  Your worthless fighting was muted as rags were used to bind your wrists and ankles, and a gag silenced you.  You looked up to see you were surrounded by men, with one-- you were pretty sure his name was Jamie, you’d seen him around before-- standing up and hovering over you.

“Her father is finally dead!” he announced to the crowd with a dirty smile that was missing a few teeth.  “I got my hands on her first, but I’m willing to sell her to any reasonable bidders.”

“Five rations,” one voice quickly jutted in.

“Five-- what the fuck are you talking about, man?  Everyone’s been drooling over this little tart for years and you offer me five rations?!  Get a grip,” Jamie spat.  

“Twenty,” another called out.

“Getting warmer,” Jamie laughed.  “Come on, boys, she’s never known a man before.  This is truly a priceless opportunity.”

“Thirty!”

“Thirty-three!”

“Best I can do is thirty-five.”

“This is preposterous,” Jamie scoffed.  “She’s a virgin, and look how cute she is when she cries!  If nobody’s gonna make me a suitable offer,” he growled, suddenly grabbing you by your neck and putting his face right against yours, “maybe I’ll keep you for myself, hm?”

You sobbed and tried to squirm away but it was beyond useless, your bound limbs overpowered easily as he held you down and licked a stripe up the side of your face, just to hear you scream behind your gag.

“I’ll take her,” a deep voice boomed suddenly.  “A hundred rations.”

“A-- what?” Jamie stammered. 

You tried to look around at who it was but you couldn’t see very well in the dark.

“It’s more than enough,” the man continued.  “Hand her over.”

“Curtis,” Jamie greeted awkwardly, and your eyes went wide with recognition, “I… didn’t take you for the bartering type.”

That was an understatement.  You knew Curtis, like some of the more chivalrous men of the back car, was a long-standing boycotter of this sort of activity.  He didn’t even seem interested in the women who wanted to sleep with him, let alone those who were being sold against their will.  Seemed like his patience had worn out, and he was finally giving in to his biological needs, no matter who would suffer cruelty along the way.  Just your luck that it would be you for sale when he gave up on his morals.

“I didn’t take you for the type to stall when he’s offered a great deal,” Curtis replied coldly.  “Now give me the girl and take your payment.”

Something must have changed hands, but you were too busy staring at the corrugated steel floor and hoping it was all a dream that would end any moment.  

You lurched back as Jamie picked you up again, tossing you to Curtis who caught you awkwardly.

“Have fun with her,” Jamie encouraged, “make sure it’s loud enough so we can all hear; a little consolation prize for the rest of us.”

Curtis said nothing as he turned and dragged you to his bunk, ignoring your muffled pleas.  When he set you down, he kneeled beside you and put a hand on each shoulder to brace you.

“I’m going to take off this gag, and your ties,” he offered, “but you need to stop crying, okay?  Everything will be alright.  I won’t hurt you.”

You weren’t sure you believed that, but you tried to steady your breathing.  Maybe if you did what he said, he would be gentle with you…

You nodded slowly, and he untied the gag.  Your sore mouth appreciated the reprieve as you wiggled your mouth around to stretch your lips.  You had sort of assumed that whoever bought you would leave the restraints on, so that you wouldn’t fight back.  But Curtis was so strong and healthy, he didn’t even need to bind you: your body tensed up again at that realization.

“Shh, shh, calm down,” he requested as he worked on the knot around your feet, “you don’t need to be afraid of me.”

Finally your limbs were freed, though that freedom was wasted on exhaustedly falling to the cold steel floor.

“Use this rag to clean off a little,” he instructed, handing you a cloth that had been soaked in water, “and go back to sleep for the night.”

“You… you’re not going to…?” you murmured, confused.

“I don’t believe in enslavement,” he shook his head.  “Your father was a good man; he did a lot for me, even when I had nothing to offer him in return.  He told me to pay him back by keeping you safe after he was gone.”

You hadn’t realized your father knew Curtis so well.  You’d seen him around, sure, but he was more a stranger than anything.

“Thank you…” you whispered, your voice hoarse and ragged.

“You need to rest,” he whispered back.  “You can sleep in my bed-- someone’s already claimed yours, I’m sure.  I’ll be on the floor beside you if you need me.”

Your cheeks burned with guilt.  “Curtis, don’t do that.  You spent so much on me... I don’t want to be any more of a burden.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” he soothed, “we can talk in the morning.  Get your sleep.”

After washing yourself hastily with the rag (focusing most on wherever Jamie had touched you), you slipped into the sheets on his mattress, finding him different from the ones you were used to, but comfortable in spite of the unfamiliarity.  

Curtis settled in on the floor, and in the near-darkness you could just make out the silhouette of his face as he closed his eyes and relaxed against a roll of tattered clothes as an improvised pillow.  You’d always thought he was handsome, and the impression you’d gotten was that he was patient, and honorable, but kept to himself.  You could remember just a few nights ago when you never could’ve imagined this being your new life.  Although you did wonder if Curtis was simply waiting for the morning to claim you, in the meantime you decided to take him at his word and just be thankful that someone seemingly kind had bought you instead of Jamie or his fellow bidders.

Two weeks later...

If anything, it was odd how little Curtis had asked of you.  He didn’t even really talk to you.  Even your father expected you to help him with anything you could; sometimes it was just keeping him company, listening to him.  But Curtis all but avoided you.  All that said, his presence was rarely needed to keep you safe.  People respected your father, but they feared Curtis.  He wasn’t violent-- well, he wasn’t violent typically.  Nearly a week ago he had gone to fisticuffs for you after a man had tried to grope you.  The weird thing was that you hadn’t even realized Curtis was nearby: one moment you were alone and being pulled into a stranger’s oppressive form as he purred in your ear, the next Curtis had appeared and shoved him off of you.  That seemed to get the point across that Curtis’ things were not to be touched.

Feeling guilty, you decided to do whatever chores you could think of while he was away from his ‘room’ (which was, of course, not a room at all but a bed draped with a canopy of tattered fabric in order to create some privacy).  You waited for his return with a little smile on your face, sure he would be grateful for your service and maybe would start to warm up to you more.

“Hi, Curtis,” you greeted with a peppy grin when you saw him approaching, jumping up from where you had been sitting.

“You washed my clothes,” he noticed instantly.

Your smile fell when you realized that he wasn’t happy.  “Did I do something wrong?” you asked sheepishly.

“You are not my slave; I cannot make that more clear,” he frowned.  “Never do a chore on my behalf again.”

“Please, Curtis.  You’ve done so much for me, just let me prove my usefulness.”

“You want to be useful?  Stay out of harm’s way.”

“Oh, I see,” you sneered, “you don’t want me to do your chores because I am your chore.  Is that all you see me as?  A debt you are repaying to my father?”

He seemed confused by that question.  “What else could I see you as?”

“A partner!” you protested.  “A woman!”

He grabbed you suddenly, pulling you into him by your wrists.  “Stop talking like that.  I won’t hear any more of it.  Just stay quiet and take care of yourself.”

He dropped you as you began to cry, crumpling into a ball on the floor.

“Don’t cry,” he frowned.  “Why could you be crying, when all I told you was that you don’t have to do anything?”

“I suppose I should be thankful that you’re not sadistic,” you explained with a shaky, weak voice, “but you’re still plenty cruel to me, I hope you know that.  You ignore me completely-- and no one else will talk to me, because they’re afraid to upset you.  I’ve never been so alone.”

He sighed and sat down beside you on the floor.  “I never meant to…” he trailed off.  “I bought you to save you from them.  Not because I had any purpose for you.”

“I have no purpose,” you stated plainly, moving from sad to stoic.  “Don’t you hear how sad that sounds?  Can you blame me for being upset when you’re telling me straight to my face that I’m useless?”

He seemed to at least see where you were coming from with that, looking to the side with an oddly guilty look in his eyes.

Suddenly, he reached to pull up his shirt and you gasped when you saw a cut along his side.

“I fell,” he explained, “and scraped against something.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you comforted to the best of your ability, “I hope it’s not giving you too much trouble.”

“It’s not, but I’m worried it’ll get infected.”

You thought for a moment.  “I could… help you clean it?”

“Sure,” he nodded, “that would be nice.  Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged as you grabbed a rag to dampen.  “I’ll be right back.”

You cleaned his wound in silence, carefully washing away the dried blood, even when he sucked in breaths through his teeth as you touched the sensitive places.  The task at hand distracted you from your previous outburst; this was exactly proof of why you needed things to do, you’d go crazy otherwise.  

“I don’t think it’ll need stitches,” you informed him as you put the rag away and rolled his shirt back down.  “We’ll just clean it again tomorrow and I bet that’ll be enough.”

“Good,” he nodded.

The day was winding down to a close already, and you looked around to see a lot of the people nearby starting to prepare for bed, if they weren’t already on their mattresses with their eyes and ears covered to block out the distractions of those still awake.

“I think you should take the bed tonight, since you’re injured,” you offered.  Up until now, you’d been alternating nights on the floor; it was the only compromise you two could come to.

“I couldn’t ask you to sleep on the ground two nights in a row,” he shook his head.

“You’re not asking me to.  I’m telling you that I will.”

“I won’t take the bed.”

You crossed your arms and grinned stubbornly.  “Then we’ll both be on the floor.”

“Fine,” he sighed with defeat, “I’ll take the bed, but only if you share it with me.  I can never sleep well when all I can think about is how cold and uncomfortable you must be.”

You were surprised to hear that, because you had always felt the same way on the nights you were in the bed.  Seemed both of you were getting worse sleep than you let on.

“F-fine,” you stammered, realizing how little space the two of you would have to work with on the mattress, “we’ll share it then.”

“Might help with the cold anyway,” he shrugged as he stood up, removing his outermost layer of clothes before slipping behind the curtain that surrounded the bed.  You swallowed, as if you hadn’t realized until now that you were going to be in bed with him so soon.  

You removed your jacket as well; even though you normally liked to sleep in something less bulky than the dress you were wearing now, you figured he would protest if you were in any state of undress while sharing a bed with him.

As you pulled the curtain aside, you found him already on the farther side of the bed, facing away from you.  He was so far off the edge that he surely would’ve fallen if there wasn’t a wall on the other side.  

“Curtis, you’re twice my size and you’ve left nearly two-thirds of the bed for me,” you chuckled, slipping into the covers with him and noticing how much space was still left between you.  “Relax, won’t you?”

“Alright,” he relented, laying back a little as his shoulder brushed against yours.  

“Goodnight, Curtis,” you mumbled as you settled in and got as comfortable as could be reasonably expected, letting your eyes fall shut.  Sure, it took awhile, but with a forced relaxation you were able to drift to sleep and stay that way for quite some time.

At some point, you awoke to the softest noise beside you.  At first you thought it was just your dream, but then you heard it again-- Curtis was breathing strangely, and you jumped up when you heard a strained noise of pain.

“Curtis!” you hissed into the dark.  “Are you hurt?  Is everything alright?”

“What?” he stammered, jolting away from you.  

“You were--” you started to explain, but then you realized he was palming at his trousers; specifically, he was stuffing his cock back into them.  “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I didn’t-- sometimes you just-- I never meant to--”

“Are you feeling… frustrated?” you asked him softly, moving a little closer to where he was pressing himself back against the wall.

“It’s fine,” he assured you, “I’m fine.”

“Let me help you,” you pleaded.  “I wanted to help you so much, but there was nothing I could do.  Let me do this, please.  I want you to feel good…”

“Your father, I promised him--” he began, but you interrupted.

“Don’t talk about my father,” you requested.  “You kept your promise.  I’m safe.  Let me thank you for all you’ve done.”

Your hand reached out and made contact with his heaving chest through the thin layer of his shirt, beginning to trail down over his stomach and finally to the hard outline inside his trousers.

“W-wait,” he stuttered quietly, even though you felt him quietly sigh with relief as you palmed at his erection.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” you whispered-- so quiet even you could barely hear it-- as you leaned in and your nose brushed against his cheek.  “I wanted you for so long, Curtis, did you not know?  Wanted to touch you… wanted to make love with you…”

He let out a long-held breath as you reached into his trousers and wrapped your arm around his length.  It was so hot in your palm; it warmed you in the most intoxicating way.

“R-really?” he murmured.

“Of course I did,” you answered, moving your hand and slowly stroking him.  God, the poor man must’ve been so pent-up: he was bucking into your touch already, his cock so hard that you wondered if it was hurting him.  “Every woman on the train lusts for you.  To have you so close and not be able to do anything about it, it was torture.”

“Nothing compared to what it was like,” he groaned softly, “to want to have you for so long and feel horrible for it.”

You began to pump his cock faster, seeking more of those beautiful noises he was making.  The way his length flexed against your palm made arousal tingle all throughout your body.

His hand slipped to the back of your neck, his fingertips brushing up against your hairline and making you shiver.  He whispered your name and you felt like putty in his hands, so distracted by your own need that the pace of your strokes faltered briefly.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments longer-- foreheads pressed together, shivering and shaking and panting in each other’s arms-- before a rush of adrenaline gave you the confidence to speak.

“I want it inside me,” you whispered against his ear.  “Please, Curtis, I want you inside me.”

You swung your leg over to straddle him, pushing yourself up off of his chest.  He whispered your name with shock as you lifted your tattered dress and pulled it over your shoulders.

“Touch me,” you begged.  “Didn’t you want to?  I wondered if you did.  I wondered how your hands would feel…” you trailed off as you grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to your waist.  They were strong and rough, and so hot against your skin that you thought you might just burn up right there.  He moved them on his own then, sliding them up to your breasts which he gently grasped.  You sighed a little and melted into his touch.

His thumbs teased your nipples, which were already hard and alert.  You tried your best to suppress your moans, aware that many other passengers were sleeping nearby.  Secretly, the idea that they would hear Curtis pleasuring you was almost titillating.  You hoped it would make them all jealous.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered, “and… smooth…”

“Did you long for me?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Yes,” he finally admitted, “yes, I wanted you.  I want you now.”

You reached down and grasped his cock again, guiding it to your wet, swollen opening.  He made a noise that sounded something like a whimper and a groan as the head of his cock moved through your folds.

As you sunk down, you tried to ignore the burn of his cock stretching you open, though a pained whimper escaped your lips.  

Curtis’ hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise as you slowly took more and more of him into you.  His head fell back with a groan, lost in the way your walls gripped him tighter than he thought possible.  In that moment, he wanted more than anything to hold you close and never let go.

You shivered as your hips met his, feeling full in a way you could’ve never imagined.  It still stung as he forged a new path inside you, moulded you to his shape, but you didn’t mind because it was him.  

You were so weak that you struggled to lift yourself on top of him, but he gently guided you to lessen your load.  Your body adjusted to him rather slowly, and every time you rocked your hips made you hiss with discomfort along with the sparks of pleasure burning through your gut.  Even when it hurt, you wanted more; if nothing else, the noises of his restrained ecstasy spurred you on.

Leaning down, you laid yourself on his chest so that you could hear him better, and him you.  His arms wrapped around you and you felt small; normally, feeling small meant feeling weak, vulnerable, scared… but in his arms, it was wonderful.  You felt vulnerable, yes, but protected.

Your name tumbled from his lips like a whispered chant as you moved on top of him, and you whispered his name back.  The way his cock rubbed against your insides felt so good that you couldn’t even remember that it hurt before, but then again, you couldn’t remember anything from before right now and you didn’t want to.

Your moans got louder and louder, though they were still relatively quiet, but either way they were like music to his ears, sweet and soft and all for him-- just like you.

“S-stop,” he groaned, “you have to stop.”

“Why?” you gasped, feeling a little guilty for not instantly obeying, and yet too lost in pleasure to stop moving your hips.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll come,” he explained breathlessly, “and you could get pregnant.”

You bit your lip, feeling your face warm with an emotion you were sure you hadn’t experienced before.  “What if that’s what I want?” 

“Fuck,” he sighed.

“What if I want you to come inside me?  What if I want to have your baby?” you continued.

You managed to suppress your yelp as he grabbed you and flipped you both over until you were on your back and he was hovering over you.

“Is that what you want?” he asked with a low growl. 

“Yes,” you gasped, “Curtis, it’s all I ever wanted.”

“Fuck,” he moaned, pulling back and thrusting into you again.  He lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders, nearly folding you in half as he fucked into you so deep that you could scream.  You didn’t, but you wanted to.  “Gonna fill you up so good… you’re gonna be so full,” he promised, “you’re gonna be mine.”

“I already am,” you promised, “I always was.”

He leaned down to dominate your lips with a searing kiss, fucking you deep and slow but with an increasing ferocity.  Each thrust was harder than the last until the most prominent sound was the slapping of skin, your arousal so prominent that it was beginning to leak and drip down your thighs and ass.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he growled, right against your ear.

“You,” you moaned, “I belong to you, Curtis.”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

You gripped his arms tight as you felt your walls spasming with your orgasm-- it was unlike anything you’d felt before, even though you’d touched yourself plenty of times up until now.  Already you knew you were going to be addicted to this feeling.  Poor Curtis; you were going to be begging him to fuck you day and night if this was how good it felt.

The tightening of your body around him, and the way you bit down on your lip to keep from screaming with pleasure… it was all too much for him to hold back any more, and with a stuttered groan he spilled himself into you.  

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.  He relaxed on top of you as he reciprocated, both of you basking in the glow of the moment.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you pleaded as the kiss ended, “just hold me a little longer, won’t you?”

“Of course,” he smiled softly, placing one small, delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Did you really want me for so long, like you said?” you pressed, remembering what he’d said and fearing it was just a sweet nothing in the heat of the moment.

“You have no idea how long,” he sighed.  “I dreamed of this; of you being mine.”

“Was it everything you imagined?”

“And more,” he assured with a soft laugh.  “Best hundred rations I ever spent.”

[widvember]

Hi! This is a new event run by @aces-and-addidas and @froggy-beans ... sorry for the short notice, but October has been busy! We’re glad to finally be able to share the details of this event with you! 

First off, this event, as you can guess by the title, is centered around all things Black Widow -- this includes comic canon, film canon, and pretty much any fanon as well (with a few exceptions!) There will be twelve prompts this month; three during each week. We will also provide a list of alternate prompts in case some of the chosen prompts aren’t suitable for you for any reason :)

This event can be completionist if you’d like -- just like Whumptober and Comfortember -- but it is in no way required! Only participate when you want to and have the time! 

Rules: 

1. Works must be new, or have new elements to be counted for this event. 

2. No incest.

3. No underage ship content.

4. Work must be a minimum of 500 words. 

5. Have fun! 

If you choose to post on tumblr, we ask that you tag us @widvember and make sure to tag your post with #widvember and the prompt(s) that you chose! 

A collection has been set up on AO3 for you to share your works too, which is linked here. If you have any questions, message one of the moderators or send an ask! 

We look forward to seeing your lovely works this month!