For @microcest prompt 106: getting off to their voice
Jilco, pseudo-incest, nsfw — semi-public masturbation, I guess I'd call it? Not actually sure how I'm going to tag this when it goes up on AO3.
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There was always a lot of talk in Silco’s office.
Sevika’s gruff tones. Marcus’s dull complaints. Underlings reporting. Chembarons whining. The subtle purr of a girl from Babette’s with information to share. The harsh cry of a thug who thought he could keep secrets.
And through it all — Silco’s voice, like a vein of silver running through rock. Sometimes threatening, sometimes flattering, usually commanding. Always lilting, silky smooth. Perfect.
Even when everyone else had left, Silco talked — to Jinx, because he always knew when she was up there. If she was in the mood, Jinx talked back, maybe dropped down onto his desk. If he needed an injection, she might even climb into his lap. Otherwise, she stayed up in the rafters, silent, and Silco talked anyway. He talked about the day’s business. He read from his papers aloud. He even — very occasionally — hummed a little song.
Most of the time, Jinx let herself drift, knowing that voice would be there, tethering her to the real world.
This time… Jinx listened, and she wanted more.
She blocked out every voice that wasn’t his. She closed her eyes, and — when the sound hit her just so and she ached — she shoved her hand down her pants and started rubbing.
It was a tricky proposition. Just her hand, her fingers trapped underneath her clothes, wasn’t usually enough for her. She needed to rock her hips a little, grind down — but that much movement would make the rafters creak at best. At worst —
Well, losing her balance and landing on Silco’s desk like this would probably be embarrassing — though honestly she pulsed and got wetter at the thought. The way they would stare — the way Silco would look —
She cut short a gasp. That was the other thing — she couldn’t make noise like she wanted to. Just her breathing came too loud, and honestly that just made her hotter, thinking about how it would be if he could hear her —
Hear her like she heard him.
But she lifted her other hand to loosen her halter, ruck it up and put the collar in between her teeth.
Silco’s voice drifted up like smoke. Tonight was definitely a threatening sort of night. Bared to the open air, Jinx’s skin prickled. She groped one breast on the way back down. That didn’t always do much for her, but sometimes it was good. Right now — as she flicked a thumbnail over her nipple, and Silco’s tone lowered dangerously below — it was really good.
Her hand grazed down her belly and braced the other, fingertips against knuckles, changing and increasing the pressure until it got her just right.
She was so close — close enough that it hurt not to move her body in counterpoint to her fingers, or to let out a moan.
Down in Silco’s office, someone got up and the noise was almost enough to break her out of it. Almost. But they were leaving — unfamiliar footsteps followed by Sevika’s heavier ones. Then the door opened and closed and —
She and Silco were alone.
He leaned back in his chair, and her hips did jerk. She heard the creak of the leather and the creak of the rafters at once as she came, sharp enough that it almost hurt. She rode it out in silence, just working her fingers, letting her head roll back.
When it was over, she struggled to keep her breathing even. Her fingers trembled and her arms felt like jelly as she reached up to fix her shirt. She could smell herself.
Silco was going to say something, Jinx was sure. Maybe something normal, because as far as he knew nothing abnormal had happened. Or maybe he would say — still something normal, because even though he knew exactly what she’d done, in the way he often seemed to just know things, he wouldn’t acknowledge it. Or maybe —
For @microcest Prompt No. 106 - getting off to their voice
❢Niko x Sarah (sibling OCs) ❢ Phone sex
"What do you need, baby?" he asks again. It's not fair how that simple word, in that voice, sends such delicious shivers through me. I call it his "big brother voice", perhaps not the best name for something that arouses me so. It's deep and caring, and he talks like he can make all my problems go away. I swear it does something to my brain, like hypnosis. I just want to listen to him and do what he tells me to, knowing everything will be alright.
I can't come. The pleasure is there, but it has plateaued. My cunt is wet, my fingers are wet, my panties are wet. I have plenty of filthy scenarios to occupy my mind. My muscles are taut, on the edge, but the edge just stretches on and on. What was supposed to be a quick orgasm, to help me fall asleep, get some much needed rest before my shift in the ED tomorrow, has turned into the utmost frustrating experience. I'm now more awake than I was an hour ago.
From my seat on the couch, I glance at the closed bedroom door beyond which my boyfriend is sleeping. I could wake him up, ask for his help, and hope he will actually make me come and not prolong my frustration. That seems like a lot of work.
I sigh heavily and pull my fingers out of my pj shorts.
12:13
Niko must have finished working at the restaurant by now— No.
I try again, find my clit, picture a faceless couple in the back of a car. In my mind's eye, Niko is behind me and— No.
12: 20
Fuck. Why him? Of all the men on Earth, why is brother the only who could put an end to my torment?
It takes a couple of rings before Niko answers, it sounds like he’s in his car. He must have stopped on the side of the road to take my call. "Hey, sis. What's up?"
"Nothing much," I reply.
"Sarah, is something wrong? It’s late."
"No. Sorry for bothering you, I shouldn't have called."
"No worries. Do you need anything?" I swear there's a smirk in his voice, like he knows why I'm calling.
My throat feels tight. "I don't know."
"You don’t know what you need or you don't know how to tell me?"
I sigh and close my eyes. He knows, so why does he make me say it?
"What do you need, baby?" he asks again.
It's not fair how that simple word, in that voice, sends such delicious shivers slithering through me. I call it his "big brother voice", perhaps not the best name for something that arouses me so. It's deep and caring, and he talks like he can make all my problems go away. I swear it does something to my brain, like hypnosis. I just want to listen to him and do what he tells me to, knowing everything will be alright.
"I need… " I glance at the bedroom door again. My cheeks are heating up. I keep my voice low. "I can’t get myself off. And I can't sleep, I thought it would help but I'm just…" I groan.
"Good girl, telling me. Want me to come over?"
"No, Josh is here. I want you to talk to me."
"Sure thing, baby. I’d love to make you come from my voice alone."
"You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?" I say.
He chuckles. "Perhaps. Are you willing to risk it?"
"… yeah."
"You're desperate for me, aren't you? You deny yourself, but in the end you always need your big brother."
"I do."
"Is your hand on your pretty pussy yet?"
It is. Has returned there of its volition when the call started. Pleasure is slowly rising in me again.
"I'll make myself comfortable too, if you don't mind."
I hear the jiggle of a belt buckle and it makes me squirm with want; that sound has become so associated with seeing his cock. I picture it now, thick and veiny, and I plunge a finger inside me. I moan.
"I was half hard already just from seeing the caller ID. That's what you do to me. But now that I can hear you pretty noises… I'm so hard for you, baby. If I were there with you, I'd just push your panties and shorts aside and make you take it."
My cunt clenches around my finger and I add a second one. Not much is required of me. I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder as Niko describes in filthy details everything he would do to me. My fingers move faster as his voice grows huskier and more strained. Pleasure coils in my stomach. My hips rise from the seat cushion. As desperate as I was to come before, now I don't want it to stop. I want my brother to keep telling me how much he wants me, that he can't help himself and longs to touch me all the time. He wants to finger me under the table at a restaurant, to fuck me in the shower, to eat me out at the family BBQ on the Fourth of July. He's getting incoherent.
"Are you close, baby?"
"Yes."
I curl in on myself. I can feel it growing, tremors starting in my thighs.
"Come for me," he commands. "Make yourself come thinking about your big brother. Let me hear you, baby."
I bite my lip, aware of Josh in the next room, but moans and sighs still escape my throat.
"I wish I could feel you around my cock and come inside you."
The pressure that had been building in my core, finally bursts in an exquisite flood of sensations. It leaves my body feeling heavy and wrung out.
At the other end of the line, Niko is breathing heavily.
"Thank you," I say.
"Any time. When can I see you?”
“Fourth of July?” I mumble, I can’t keep my eyes open.
“That’s months away.”
I don’t reply. My brain is shutting down.
“Good night, Sarah."
The phone falls from my hand, and I drift off to sleep.
You lock identical green eyes with the young man draped along your side, who squirms his body against yours as you trail lazy fingers up and down his spine.
“Hm?”
“Our hair.” He cards his fingers through your unruly locks, biting his bottom lip in thought. “Yours has grey in it now. It’s not the same colour as mine.”
You resist the urge to laugh at how put out he looks by this revelation.
“That’s called aging, Albus. And while I know wizards go through the process at a slower pace, it still happens.” You narrow your eyes at him playfully as a new thought crosses your mind. “I should think you’d be happy about that. If memory serves, you used to rue your resemblance to me every second of every day.”
Al pushes up on his elbows to face you, his lips twisted into the smirk you’ve always loved as so quintessentially his. “Let’s just say I have a newfound appreciation for our shared attributes nowadays,” he replies cheekily, one hand snaking down towards the waistband of your pyjama pants. He strokes you over the material, his smirk magnifying at your soft groan.
“Merlin, Al—how ever will I guess just which attribute you appreciate most?” you tease as he runs his hand along your semi-hard length in a maddeningly slow motion.
“It’s obviously,” he drawls, shifting as he leans up to press a soft kiss against the side of your head, “the grey hairs.”
After reading such beautiful second person halbus from @rowena-rain and @the-invisibility-bloke recently, I saw this prompt and couldn’t resist trying out the ship myself!
Warnings: incest (wow), underaged characters (they're their Act 1 ages, nothing sexual happens though. still iffy), referenced character death (huh)
Powder thinks she's a curse, a jinx. Vi doesn't believe that.
I would apologize, but I've written incest before, and I will write it again.
"Powder, look at me."
Powder did as she was told and looked up at her sister. Powder was expecting a worse expression on Vi's face than the one she got. She was expecting anger. Vi should be angry with her. It was her fault they lost that fight. She should be furious.
"I'm not mad Powder," Vi said, her voice soft. She sat down next to her little sister. "You made a mistake, that's alright. The important thing is you're safe."
Powder buried her head into her knees. "Don't talk to me like that. I know you're disappointed in me. Mylo's right. I'm a curse, a jinx."
Vi wrapped her arm around Powder's shoulder, causing Powder to look up. Vi had a smile on her face that made Powder's heart flutter.
"That isn't true, you know that. You're a brilliant little girl Powder. You may not have my fighting skills, or Claggor's muscles, or whatever Mylo has," Powder interrupted Vi by giggling, causing Vi to smirk before continuing. "But you have brains Powder. Your inventions are brilliant."
She turned and picked up one of Powder's homemade bombs. "What's this one called?"
Powder wiped away her tears and smiled. "Mouser."
"Well I'm sure Mouser will do a lot of damage," Vi said as she set the bomb down. Before Powder could react, Vi leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. Suddenly Powder felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Vi just chuckled. "Feeling better now Pow?"
Powder looked up at Vi, a genuine smile formine while she nodded. Vi ruffled her hair as she got up. "Come on Powder, let's see what the boys are up to."
Powder sat on the bed momentarily before getting up and following her. Maybe things would be alright.
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Powder wanted to scream, to shout until the walls crumbled around her. But she just sat in her bed silently. She had screamed at the apartment, she had screamed when they pulled her from the body, and she screamed when Vander came to pick them up. But not that she was in her bed, she was silent.
It wasn't the comfort of home that had silenced her, it was knowledge. Knowledge that Vi was wrong. She was a curse, a jinx. Vi was wrong to think otherwise. If only Powder wasn't stupid enough to believe her. Then maybe Vi would still be alive.
What, you wanna sit inside and - read? You gonna let Piper paint your toenails, too?
Atta boy. Come on. Grab that sunscreen.
Get my back.
No, better than that. I can tell you missed a spot, come on, dude.
Now let me get you.
Turn around, dude.
You are not wearing a shirt. Come on. Think of all the bitches down by the pool, they'll be drooling all over your tight lil bod.
What, are you embarrassed? Gains like these don't happen overnight, Lochy. That's why you gotta get your protein in.
Did you finish it?
Finish it.
...
Thank you. Now take your fucking shirt off and let me get you.
You gotta get under the waistband! Otherwise you'll have that tiny little strip get burnt. Yeah, this bit. You're welcome.
Turn around.
No, dude, you'll do it wrong.
You do need sunscreen on your nipples! What, you want these lil -
I am not molesting him, Piper. Jesus. I just don't want him to get burnt.
Come on, Loch.
Jesus, I'm glad it's just us bros. She's such a fucking bitch.
...
Oh, I didn't get your legs. C'mere. No, just stand on the porch. Stay still. Stop moving away from me, I gotta get your legs, dude.
...
Oh- no, it's fine. It's - it's totally natural, bro. Normal reaction. Look, I popped one too, see? Just thinking about all the pussy me and you are gonna be getting on this trip, man.
Yeah. Don't be embarrassed. You - do you wanna rub one out real quick before we get down there?
Who's gonna see?
Dude, she's not coming out here. It'll take two seconds. Stand here, we'll face the trees.
Yeah. What- what are you thinking about?
Nothing? Come on, dude. There's gotta be- ah.
We gotta get you laid, man. What do you think, some asian hottie? What would you do?
Uh. Yeah. We could - fuck. We could take turns, man. I'd let you go first, obviously. Cause I'm a good big brother, right?
Fuck yeah, dude, nice. You're a good size, man. Not too big. That means you can do anal, too. Chicks hate anal with big ones like mine.
That's right. Ah. And she'd - she'd be so wet from your load - agh, ah, fuck, ah.
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No, dude, it's not weird. It's only weird if you think it's weird. It's fine. Totally normal. Wait until you rush a frat, bro.
