One Word Wednesday!

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Merry Wednesday, my dear Lock-Inians! Today's theme is an old favourite, One Word Prompts! Prompts must be one word in length only, fills can be as long or as short as you like :) Have fun!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, grooming

+ Star Trek (any tv), ensemble, Shenanigans

+ DuckTales (2017), Scrooge McDuck & Huey Duck, Odd

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

Theme=1 Word

Comments

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any, herbs

Fill: Hannibal, Hannibal/Will

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(!!!Trigger warning: Non-con/drugging, dark fic!!!)

His clothes are methodically removed. His glasses first, so they do not snare on his shirt. His belt, shoes and socks follow after, each one placed neatly on the dresser. His jeans are tugged down his legs, and Will weakly pleads for the hands undressing him to stop, yet they do not cease their task until he lays naked on a bed he has never been on before.

Something snug ensnares his wrists and ankles, trapping him at the mercy of the person lurking in the hazy murkiness of his dizzy vision.

He's sweating, shaking. His mind a spiderweb of hazy, jumbled thoughts. Is this real? A dream or a nightmare, a delusion, or a hallucination. His head is throbbing so brutal it feels like he is being turned inside out, as the ache in his lower stomach makes him gag.

Will tries to reach out to the shadow that stands hovering over him, desperate for help, but his arms are bound, and the shadow remains standing still. Watching him with dangerous eyes along with a sinister smile that makes him weakly call aloud for help, yet he doesn't make a sound. His throat is too dry. Bound to the bed, he is as helpless as a lamb ensnared in a lion's grip.

Hands touch him between his legs, fingers moving in and out of him, and he gasps, feeling like he can't breathe. His limbs will not move, no matter how much he tries to struggle. He is weak, the taste of tea still in his mouth. Herbs, strange to the taste of his tongue. A few sips, and then his world began to darken.

His head rolls from side to side as the hands carry on touching him inappropriately, down between his spread legs where he has never been touched before, his legs held open by white ropes. He tries once again to beg for help, his chapped lips parting as he breathes in unsteady breaths. The hands disappeared suddenly, granting him a moment of mercy, before a burning, bone aching pain radiates between his legs as he is penetrated by the shadow.

The shadow hovers over him, thrusting into him, every movement seeding fire through his body, and he tries to scream and plead for help, but whatever was in his tea keeps him drugged, whimpering so softly only the shadow hears him, “Please, stop.”

The shadow tugs on his cock, encouraging him to come. Will huffs, feeling like he is choking as one hand wraps around his throat to pin him down. The thrusts pick up, ripping him open until he feels warm blood seeping out of his hole. The shadow whispers “Come, my dear boy,” squeezing his manhood, and Will feels his stomach coil as he was quivering, his shaggy hair a complete wild mess as he shakes uncontrollably.

The shadow smiles at him with such a devilish grin that Will's heart races, trying to outrun his breath as he is gasping. He comes, against his will, and surrenders to the darkness. He blacks out as the shadow, almost angelically, kisses his forehead softly.

♥ END ♥

Re: Fill: Hannibal, Hannibal/Will

[creepy_shetan]

Wow, I haven't read non-con in a while. Poor Will... I like that you waited on mentioning the tea.

Thanks (? is that appropriate? 6^^;; ) for the fill.