marguerite_26 | 1 word prompt Comment Fest!!!

So... bored. And also suffering from terrible writers block. :( Words??? WHERE ARE YOU???

Anyway. it's been waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long since I'm hosted a comment fest. Time to bring out one of my favs: 1 word comment fest.

Link to previous such posts if you aren't familiar with the idea

Comment with two characters and a one word prompt.

1) See a prompt you like? write it!!! word count is not an issue - this is a distraction/writing exercise. Just have fun. Single paragraphs and a few sentences are still awesome fills.

2) Drawbles are awesomesauce!

3) Multiple drabble-like comment porns are welcome. If a prompt's been written, it can be written again.

4) If you see a little fic/paragraph/comment thingy that you like, feel free to write a continuation of it.

Let's just have some fun. Don't be shy.

As with pretty much anything in this journal, all fandoms welcome but you'll likely get most attention for Merlin, Teen Wolf and Harry Potter.

eta: 5 is the unspoken limit but you know... try to just be reasonable.

[HARRY POTTER]
Harry/Draco, shots -- Never Have I Ever by

faithwood
Fenrir/Draco, biting by

vaysh11
Harry/Draco, Scent by

0idontknow0
Harry/Draco, tentacles by

hazel_wand
Harry/Draco, tentacles (By the Light of The Moon 3/3)> by

omi_ohmy
Draco/Blaise: honey by

birdsofshore
Fenrir/Draco, biting (Practical Lessons) by

lordhellebore [Warnings on post]
Harry/Draco Entanglement by

0idontknow0
Arthur/Molly - alive by

writcraft
Harry/Draco, bite by

oakstone730
Bill/Fleur - scars by

vlorahp
Harry/Draco: leaving by

0idontknow0
Harry/Sirius, desperation by

xylodemon
Harry/Draco, Apple by

alafaye

[MERLIN]
Arthur/Gwaine - Running by

0idontknow0
Arthur/Gwaine -- Dirty [NC-17] by

marguerite_26
Merlin/Arthur, mine by anon [Warnings: Bondage, asphyxiation, references to 5x13]
ART!!! Merlin/Gwaine - chocolate strawberry by

disco_mouse
Merlin/Arthur -- caught by anon

[TEEN WOLF]
Derek/Stiles--soup by

marguerite_26
Scott/Isaac, snow by

popfly
Derek/Kate -- lipstick by

corruptedsmile
Peter/Stiles -- Possessive by anon
Derek/Scott/Kate, bound by

melusinahp

(I'm updating the fills as fast as I can, though I'm not on line much this weekend so my apologies for the delays.)

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Scott flinched away from the taser as she moved it toward him, fear cracking through his bravado. She clicked on the wand, and he screamed, sweet and boyish. It made her chest tight. Scott toppled to the floor, muscles in spasm. The wires had cut deep into his wrists and his hands were bright red with blood. His fangs emerged as his face went wolfen. So grotesque, yet so, so satisfying at the same time.

She removed the taser and watched, fascinated, as the boy's face became human again and he gasped and blinked, trying to pull himself together.

"I'll tell you what I want," Kate began.

"Fuck you." Scott's face clenched.

Kate bent down. Scott glared up at her. "You're not my type. I'm not into little boys." She smirked, eyes sliding to Derek. "Well, not usually." She tasered Scott again. His screams were hoarse now. She imagined that his throat felt raw. This was getting boring. "You ready to listen yet, kiddo?"

Scott took a deep breath. "Go fuck yourself."

Hmm. She rested her hand on her hip. Sooner or later Scott would crack. She was confident. But it was taking too long and she'd need to clean up before any rescue party arrived. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back up onto his knees. He shivered and snuffled and kept his face turned decidedly away from Derek.

"Well then."

Derek growled as she approached, fangs out, already half wolf. He'd said nothing while she tortured the boy--just clenched his jaw and stared at the floor.

"That just rolled off your back like water off a duck," Kate continued. She tapped the end of the wand against his waist as a warning and cupped his cheek with her left hand. "So cold, Derek. Someone must have hurt you real bad to turn you into such an unfeeling…" She moved her face right up close to his. "Monster."

He snapped at her with this fangs and she ducked away, laughing.

"Scott's a wolf. He's strong enough to take the pain."

Scott lifted his head. He looked surprised. Derek caught his gaze and held it. Something about his expression… Kate didn't like it. She snapped her fingers. "We haven't got all night, boys." She set her taser down. She picked up a handgun.

Derek's eyes widened, then closed. He took in a deep breath and held it.

Scott immediately descended into panic. Bulls-eye. "Leave him alone!" He twisted against the wires, his eyes bright.

"Let's see how much a werewolf can actually take." She curled her fingers around the gun--just a mini revolver. On a werewolf like Derek, it would cause more pain than real damage. But Scott wouldn't know that. She pointed at Derek's stomach and pulled the trigger.

Derek's body jerked as the bullet tore into him. He whimpered through his clenched jaw and his muscles went limp.

"No!" Scott twisted, then fell over again, smearing the cement floor with blood from his wrists.

The bullet had made a neat little hole in Derek's skin. Kate cocked her head, then touched it, enjoying the way Derek's flank twitched. She gave the wound a gentle kiss. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it better. I'll make you feel real good. You know I can."

Derek's voice was low and rough. "I'll rip you open from your throat to your toes."

"Ooh." Kate pretended to shiver. "You're scaring me, you big bad wolf." She took several steps back and pointed the gun again, this time at Derek's face. He flinched, then lunged at her, growling with his fangs fully extended.

"Kate!"

Scott had stopped struggling. Poor little puppy. His begging eyes were just as attractive as she'd imagined they'd be. She smirked. "What is it, sweetie?"

"Don't. Don't shoot him again."

"Why not?"

"Don't. You don't have to… You don't have to hurt him like that." His voice rose an octave. "Why are you doing this?"

"Aww. You want me to stop?"

"Yes." His forehead creased. So earnest.

She crouched down over him and brushed a lock of soft, sweaty hair off his forehead. His eyelashes fluttered. "Then ask nicely."

Scott licked his lips. "Please don't hurt him again."

"Don't bother, Scott," said Derek. "She hasn't got a heart."

Kate went tense and shot Derek a look.

"Not as far as we're concerned." Derek's eyes bore into her and something deep in Kate's chest squirmed. She stopped smiling.

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A pair of wire-cutters sat on the folding table. She picked them up and cut Scott's bindings, keeping the gun in her free hand pointed at his head. He immediately scrambled to his feet. Man, his wrists were a mess; she glimpsed a flash of bone before they started to heal. The werewolf kid could take a lot of pain; she had to give him that.

She pasted on a grin and turned to Derek. "You're such a meanie. Words hurt, you know. And here I am just trying to give the two of you what you're both so obviously craving."

Scott stood shivering with his shoulders hunched, his arms held slightly away from his body. The bleeding had stopped, but his wrists still looked like sausage meat. She hoped he'd heal quickly. He'd need the use of his hands for what she wanted. She slid the gun into the back of her jeans and picked up the taser again, then used it to prod Scott, nudging him toward Derek. "Go on. On your knees, Scott. Be a good little puppy."

"You're crazy. I'm not going to--"

She kicked him and he stumbled across the floor. She continued to shove him until she'd positioned him where she wanted him: right in front of Derek. Then she pushed him down.

Scott stared up at Derek with his eyes wide and lips parted.

Kate ran her fingers through his thick hair. He let her, frozen in place. "I'm going to have to give you step by step instructions, aren't I? Never done this before, puppydog? Never even thought about sucking another guy's cock? Maybe when you were alone at night and no one could see?"

Scott squeezed his eyes closed. "Shut up. Just shut up."

"Don't worry." She leaned in close, until her lips were almost touching his ear. "I won't tell… anyone."

His jaw clenched and he inhaled sharply through his nose.

"Scott…" said Derek.

"Don't talk to me." Scott pressed his lips together. Then, with a look of determination, he undid Derek's jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Kate sat down on a crate and got comfortable.

With trembling fingers, Scott slid Derek's jeans down his hips. His eyes looked slightly unfocussed.

Derek huffed. "Scott, listen to me--"

"You seriously need to shut up."

"You don’t have to--"

Scott growled and his claws extended, cutting into Derek's hips. Derek's eyes widened and he almost laughed. "Jesus."

"We haven't got all day," said Kate. With a sigh, she stood and walked over to Derek. "I wonder," she nudged Scott to the side with her hip and cupped her hand over Derek's soft, still semi-clothed cock, "if this bit has grown up along with the rest of you." Derek went very still. His eyes shone down at her with hate, but he didn't move, not even a twitch. She squeezed, and the corner of his lip curled up. She yanked down his jeans and briefs until he was bare to the knees. That should give Scott enough to work with. Then she returned to her crate and crossed her legs.

Scott looked sick.

"You can look at it, Scott. That bit doesn’t bite, I promise. Go on. Touch it. He'll like it. Won't you?"

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Scott muttered something to himself and then his face hardened. He curled trembling fingers around Derek's cock and held it as if it were a dirty sock. Derek closed his eyes; he was already half-hard. Interesting.

"Come on," said Kate. "It's not so bad."

"It is with you watching," said Scott.

"Tsk. Don't be such a baby. Take a firm grip. Like you'd do to yourself. Touch him the way Allison touches you."

Scott lowered his head and his shoulders rumbled. Then he looked directly at Kate, eyes burning golden. She smiled back at him and wrinkled her nose.

Scott took a deep breath. Then he leaned in and sucked the end of Derek's cock into his mouth. Derek made a noise in the back of his throat and Scott stiffened.

A beautiful, icy shiver raced up Kate's spine. She rocked her crossed leg over her thigh and leaned back on her arms. Her nipples hardened despite the basement's warmth.

Scott leaned in; he took Derek deeper into his mouth and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked. Derek… Derek blushed. Kate distinctly remembered that expression on his face--embarrassment mixed with pleasure. He'd been a shy kid--sweet on the surface, if you didn't know the truth.

Scott whimpered and paused to clear his throat.

"Breathe through your nose," called Kate.

Scott bent to continue. He wrapped his lips around Derek's cock and sucked, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His head bobbed over Derek's crotch in a halting, uneven rhythm. It was going to take him forever.

"You really don't know what you're doing, do you? Grab the base. Squeeze it as you suck. Cradle his balls with--"

Derek tore his gaze away from the ceiling and glanced down at Scott. His chest rose and fell. "It'll go faster…" He swallowed and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. "If you do what she says."

Scott didn't look back at him. He wiped his eyes and mouth with the back of his arm then wound his fingers around the shaft of Derek's cock and began sucking again. He moved faster this time. His lips shone slick and red as they slid up and down. The muscles in his back and shoulders rippled in time with his movements. With his free hand, he braced himself against Derek's thigh.

"Fuck." Derek's muscles tensed.

Scott's fingers on Derek's hip dug in deeper. Derek made a noise then arched his neck.

Kate definitely remembered that. He'd come soon; she was disappointed it wasn't going to last longer. A rush of heat tickled her face. As a teenager, Derek hadn't been quite as gorgeous, but his ferocity had been sugar coated with innocence. He'd been so present, so alive. She had a flash of memory of the skinny boy with eyes too big for his head staring up in awe and terror as she rode him. He'd given himself up to her completely; all she'd had to do was bat her eyes.

He growled deep in his throat. Kate watched his face, its fierce lines and rough jaw. The vividness that had sweetened him was gone now--all burnt away. Because of what she'd made him do.

She smirked and switched on the taser just to hear it hum.

Derek's fingers stretched wide and his toes curled. "Scott," he breathed. "Scott, I'm going to--"

Scott jerked away, but not in time. Derek spouted over his face and into his mouth. Scott gagged. He coughed and white come sprayed from his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," whispered Derek. He'd gone pale and his skin glimmered with perspiration. His fire had flickered out completely.

Scott shuffled backward on his knees. He knelt with his hands curled into fists and shook. Laughing, Kate grabbed Scott's discarded shirt and tossed it to him. Scott buried his face in it and scrubbed. He hunched over with his back curled above his knees.

"Well!" Kate stood and clapped her hands. "That was fun, but I really should go." She pulled up Derek's briefs and jeans, then tucked him back inside. He didn't even growl--just shook his head. She zipped up his fly and did the button. Then she gave his crotch a little pat. He didn't flinch, just hung motionless, staring at her.

She turned to deal with the other wolf, but Derek finally spoke.

"You're sick. You know that, don't you, Kate?"

She focused back on Derek and his laser-beam gaze. If looks could kill. "You take everything so personally, sweetie."

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"You do it for the fun of it." Derek's jaw twitched. "If not us, it would be someone else. Anyone else. You don't give a fuck, because you're a sick freak who gets off on this shit. There were kids in that house. Human kids."

She rolled her eyes and mimed a yawn. Human kids her ass. "None of you are--"

Derek grinned, showing his teeth, and a soft laugh rumbled through his chest.

There was a tug at the back of her jeans; she spun around. Scott had the gun pointed straight at her head. Ice rushed across her skin and her stomach tightened. She concentrated on breathing and forced herself to think.

"Cute," she said, then crossed her arms.

"Let him go." Scott's hand shook.

He'd never fired a gun before, Kate guessed. He'd never killed. "You gonna pull the trigger, darling? Or are we just going to wait around until your arm gets tired?"

"You want to know what it feels like to get shot? Ask Derek. Only you won't heal as quickly as he did."

"Scott, we both know you aren't going to shoot me." She smiled took a step toward him.

He pulled the trigger. The bullet brushed across her shoulder leaving behind a hot streak of pain. Fuck. Fuck.

"Let him go!" Scott's shoulders heaved.

"Jesus Christ," Derek shouted. "Shoot her! Do it! Get it over with!"

Kate clutched the wound; her fingers came away bloody. It wasn't deep, but he might just have terrible aim. He might have meant to hit her in the chest. "What is it with you two? You hate his guts. What do you care if he lives or dies?"

"Let him go and you can walk out of here. Don't and I'll shoot you then let him go myself."

Kate stopped trying to second-guess the kid. "If I let him go, he'll kill me."

"He won't."

"Of course he will."

Scott took a deep, shuddering breath. "Derek…"

"Shoot her." Derek bared his teeth.

"Derek!" His hand shook harder. Kate tensed; she could kick the gun out of his hand if he got distracted enough. "Tell her you'll let her walk."

"Kill her! She murdered my family. She killed them all." He writhed and twisted in the shackles.

"I won't do that to Allison!"

Derek made a sound between a groan and a growl.

"If we're brothers, like you said. If you really meant that--"

"Fine!"

Scott focused back on Kate. She'd missed her chance. Her heart pounded as if it were trapped in her skull.

"Unlock him!"

She did. She didn't look at Derek as she turned the key. She knew he could smell her fear. The second his arms fell free, he leapt forward, grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. He moved his face up close to hers and grinned. Too many teeth. Far too many teeth. Kate struggled, hating the sounds of her own whimpers, but the werewolf's grip was like iron.

"You can walk out of here tonight," said Derek, his voice low and rough. "I'll do that for Scott. But tomorrow, all bets are off. Consider yourself fair game, hunter." His fingers tightened. She couldn't breathe. She kicked and tried to pry his fingers away; her vision went blurry. Then he let her go, and she sunk to the floor.

Gasping, she watched as Derek and Scott stared at each other. Scott turned away first. "Thanks," he said in a quiet voice.

"Don’t," snapped Derek. Then he ran for the door and was gone.

"You're a gentleman, brown-eyes," said Kate. Her voice was fucked. "A real sweetheart. Allison's a lucky girl."

"It's just a shame about her family," said Scott. Then he tucked the gun into his jeans and followed Derek out the door.

Well, shit, thought Kate. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. Her throat ached and her shoulder stung, but the adrenaline high was worth it. She'd been trapped, held by the throat by a werewolf, and yet she was still breathing. She smiled.

They might have got away this time, but Derek was right. Tomorrow was another day. And more than anything, Kate loved to hunt.

--The End