#“You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

[bowsandsturniolos]

midnight snack

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: porn without plot, matt the munch, oral(f), overstimulation if you squint, teasing.

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your arousal drips down your folds and onto matt's red bedsheets, getting them nice and sticky. meanwhile, matt's taking his time. his mouth latches around your nipple as he kneads your other breast with his hand.

you're fully naked and he's fully clothed. he steps between your legs and grinds his clothed erection into your dripping core, getting the front of his jeans wet.

you let out strings of soft grunts and moans, your clit throbbing and walls clamping down on nothing as he teases you relentlessly. he removes his mouth from your nipple and trails wet kiss down your tummy.

you can already feel your hips lifting at the mere proximity of his mouth. eating pussy is matt's thing. you can't name a single thing that he's bad at in bed, but the head he gives tops anything he's ever done and ever will do.

i guess they call him matt the munch for a reason.

he chuckles dryly and splays his hand over your lower belly, placing you back down on his bed. you whimper. he kisses down your tummy and then down your pubic bone, stopping right before he reaches where your lips part.

he grins against your skin when he hears your whine. he runs his hands up your thighs. he kneels in front of you, settling between your legs and placing the backs of your knees on his shoulders.

your pussy hurts from how hard it's clenching around nothing, your clit pulsing so fast you think it might fall off. he smiles and runs his face along your inner thighs while placing wet kisses over them.

he sucks on a spot every now and then. your hips are thrashing around, praying your clit accidentally hits something and finally is touched. if he doesn't start soon, your about to fucking get yourself off.

his beard scrapes along your inner thighs, leaving some of the skin with a pink hue. he nips at the skin that connects your inner thigh with your lips. you whine.

just as you open your mouth to speak, he kisses your clit. your throat bobs as you swallow thickly. he gently slides his fingertip into your hole to collect your arousal.

he uses the slick substance to rub around your clit, pinching and rolling the bud in his fingers. you're already a mess, dripping onto his bed as you gasp for air.

breathy moans escape your open jaw as he toys with the little button between your legs. your hips lift, already feeling close. he removes his hand. "not so fast, sweetheart." he says, voice crackly and deep.

you whine and chew on your bottom lip. he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe between your legs, the taste of your arousal better than a five course meal.

his eyes flutter shut along with yours as he begins his assault on your cunt. he thrusts his tongue inside of you and then sucks and nibbles on your clit, lapping at your folds.

he cleans up your arousal as it spills out, the moans that frantically run out of your mouth going into his ears and down to his dick. your stomach tightens when he sucks on your clit.

you buck your hips and grind against his face, expecting him to push you back down. but he doesn't. he continues his attack on your sex while you grind against his face, his nose bumping against your clit.

your back arches and you cry out. "matt im-" you don't even bother finishing your sentence, matt's hum into your folds the only thing you need to cum all over his face.

he licks you dry, still going for a good minute after you finish. you begin to squirm as he cleans you up. "no matt- it's too- too much.. stop i-" he hums against your clit before pulling away with a sly grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

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author's note: this has been in my drafts since literally november so sorry it took me so long! but yeah i figured i'd finish this up and post it so lemme know if you like it, and please leave requests in my inbox. with love, bows, and sturniolos. 💗🎀

@ryleescomet @evie-sturns @whore4mattsturniolo @slut4christopherr @sweetshuga @emely9274 @sturnshood @sturnsyaper69 @courta13

[raya-hunter01]

What's Your Fantasy?

Jey Uso One-shot

Jey uso x OC (Cara)

Rating: 18+ Warning: Fluff, roller coaster play

It's leading up to New Year's and Jey's girlfriend Cara comes to visit him on the road. One night after a show Cara and Jey watch one of her favorite movies that happens to have an infamous roller coaster scene. His girlfriend's reaction to the scene gives Jey an idea.... Can he make one of his girlfriend's fantasies into a reality and bring in 2025 with a bang?

Fun little request I was asked to do.

Hilton Hotel, Chicago, IL

Jey's POV

“Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and you still haven’t told me what you want to do after the house show.”

“Jey, as long as I’m with you I don’t care what we do. Oou, I love this movie!” Cara squealed, putting down the remote as I looked at her getting under the covers.

“What is it?” I asked turning off the light in the bathroom. “It’s called Fear, and it has Reese Witherspoon and Mark Wahlberg are in it. It’s an oldie but goodie,” she said as I joined her in bed.

“I’m so glad you came on the road wit me, Ma,” I whispered pulling her close as we got comfortable to watch the movie.  “Me too baby.”

About twenty minutes in as I was just starting to warm up to the movie, she dropped the bomb dat ol' boy was crazy as hell.

“What the hell he doin' now?” I asked seeing the lead turning back the clock in the dad’s office.

“Told you he was crazy, he's trying to keep the daughter out late knowing she got a curfew. He set the clock back so the dad wouldn’t know he’s bringing the daughter home late.”

 “Ain’t that bout a bitch! You just love makin' me watch crazy shit, don't you?" I asked as she laughed. “Oh, baby you don’t know the half. Oouu bae, this my favorite part,” she said sitting up a little as I chuckled.

“Why, they just at the fair,” I said as she shushed me. "Be quiet, this is important."

I soon found out why it was her favorite part as they got on the roller coaster and the female lead slipped her boyfriend’s hand between her legs.

“Wait, they bout get freaky on the roller coaster?” I asked instantly sitting up to get a better look myself. Damn, the song was a nice touch too.  

“Can you imagine doing that on a roller coaster, I bet that orgasm is life-changing,” Cara said as I nodded in agreement. “Aye, that is fire, I can’t front,” I said, the wheels turning in my head as Cara bit back a moan watching the erotic scene.

“Damn, he up in there,” I whispered, entranced myself as the female lead came, the camera on the roller coaster representing the excitement of sex until ecstasy takes over your body and you come crashing down… Hell yea, that was hot.

“Damn, no wonder they dated, you can’t do a scene like that and not want to ride that dick into the stratosphere,” she whispered as I laughed.  “Yeah, I can see why too,” I said laying back down, conjuring up a plan in my mind.

The next day

National Fairgrounds

Jey's POV

Imagine my luck, the town we were in for the new Year’s eve  house show also had a carnival in town.

“Dang, I should have worn a longer skirt.”

“Sorry bae, I didn’t know the show would get done in time for us to come here. I got an extra hoodie though,” I said trying to mask my true agenda. The moment I found out a carnival was in town, I requested for her to wear a skirt tonight. I told her the shorter, the better.

“Jey, it’s 10:00 at night on New Year's, they may not even let us in,” Cara said putting on the hoodie in hopes of staying warm.  Reaching back in the car I grabbed her plush blanket off the seat and wrapped it around her. “Can’t know till we try, baby girl.”

Pulling my hood up over my head, I prayed I wouldn’t be recognized so I could spend some time with her without any interruptions.

“Jey, I’m serious, it’s late and I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“You said you wanted a corn dog and a funnel cake, if anything they should let us in to grab something to eat.” I said grasping her hand in mine as we made our way towards the entrance.

I knew I had made the right choice as she broke out in a bright smile as we got closer. Fate was on my side as the guy the gate recognized me along with the owner.

“Man, it’s Jey uso!  I’m a huge fan, Mr. Uso.”

“Aye, thanks I appreciate the love, Uce.  Are ya’ll lettin’ people still come in, my girlfriend and I wanted to grab a bite and maybe ride a few rides. I promise we won’t be long; we know ya’ll gotta close soon?” I said, taking out my wallet.

The poor guy was losing it and paying no attention to what I was saying.

“My name is Anthony; Can I get a picture?”

“Um- Anthony I could take a picture for you, if you like?”

 As soon as Cara asked, Anthony was handing her his phone, his boss stepping into the admission booth to give him his moment.

“Thanks, baby.”

See that is one of the many reasons why I love Cara, she understands and loves what I do for a living. She was just happy being there in the moment with us, snapping away as Anthony and I talked. After talking for a few minutes, we posed for a few pictures.

“Thank you so much, my friends gone flip out when I show them these,” he said looking through the pictures

“Sure, no problem, Uce and make sure you tag me if you post’em. I’ll put it on my story,” I said grabbing my money so I could pay for us to get in.

“No, Mr. Uso..Your money is no good here, take these armbands and enjoy yourselves. We close at 11:00 but ya’ll can take your time, we don’t mind staying open a little longer,” The owner stated as I saw Cara smile at that information.

After going in we played a few games, and I won Cara a bear. I figured now was a better time as any as I saw the crowd thinning out. “Here you go baby,” I smiled handing her the bear I won before pulling her close showering her neck with kisses.

“I love you so much, thanks for bringing me here.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby.”

POV:

Cara knew that look in Jey's eyes all too well. You don't date somebody for three years and not know something's up. The way his gaze lingered on her, watching her every move with great interest. "What, Ma?"

"Why are you lookin' at me like that?" Cara whispered as a smirk played at the corners of Jey's lips.

Yep, trouble is the only way to describe it.. The kind she didn't mind but still was trouble. Cara felt the anticipation building as the crowd grew smaller and she didn't know why.

Jey noticed and felt her nervousness, his eyes sparkling even more with mischief. “You okay, Cara?”

“Jey, I’m fi-” her response, cut short by a deep gentle kiss. His fingertips danced along her stomach, sending waves of warmth through her body.

“You know every part of you tastes so good,” he whispered against her mouth as she trembled against him, her eyes widened in shock, recognizing the line from the movie they had watched together the night before

She knew what he was hinting at, but was it really going to happen here? Now?

“Jey are you serious?” she whispered, her cheeks flushed at the idea of reenacting the infamous scene from the movie as he led her to the line for the roller coaster.

“Yeah, I’m serious….You’ve been so good for daddy, I wanna make all my baby fantasies come true.”

Jey’s touch and mischievous gaze stirred something within her almost making her forget they were in public.

Her mind racing as she looked into his beautiful brown eyes, trying to calm her nerves and hide her excitement. “Jey, are you crazy?” she murmured.

“Nah, I promise.... I'm perfectly sane, Ma.” And with a smirk, Jey turned to the attendant, slipping him some cash. “Can I leave this here?” Cara held up her teddy bear, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The man took the bear with a knowing smile and nodded. “You two have fun, Mr. Uso.”

They were then led to the front of the roller coaster, the empty seats behind them indicating her man had paid the attendant to not let any people on the ride with them. Cara’s knees felt like jelly as Jey laid her blanket on the seat, and placed a single earbud in her ear after he helped her sit down.  Not to be left out he placed the other one in his ear.

Cara then looked back and saw a couple in the last car and one person in front of them, leaving the middle cars empty and began to panic.

“Jey, it’s other people on here,” Cara whispered all of a sudden unsure as Jey captured her lips in a soft kiss. “Ignore them, just listen and enjoy ya’self,” he instructed, caressed her thigh, putting her at ease uncrossing her legs.

The things that you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands

The sweet sound of the song filled her senses. The attendant secured them in, his eyes twinkling with amusement as both Jey and Cara began to wonder how many people had carried out this fantasy.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

“Maybe we shouldn’t Jey-”

“Just let go, Mama,” Jey whispered as the roller coaster began to climb slowly, the anticipation building with each click of the chain. His hand found its way under her skirt, his fingers teasing her lace clad sensitive flesh as the music played on.

Faith has been broken, and tears must be cried

Cara’s breath hitched as she felt Jey’s fingers slide her panties to the side.  So turned on at the fact this was really happening, she bit her lower lip as he began toying with her clit trying to silence herself, but Jey wasn’t having it.

“Look at me Cara? I want you to pretend it’s just us and let go.”

 Listening to his instructions Cara looked over at Jey and almost came at the look of pure hunger and passion that danced across his handsome face.

Let's do some living after we die

“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” she faintly heard in the breeze. Her breath coming in short gasps as the thrill grew.  “Jey, please,” she pleaded turning him on even more.

As the wind whipped their hair into a frenzy, Jey leaned in close, his voice a heated whisper in her ear. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me. Time to make this a night to remember. Happy New Year, baby.”

Wild horses couldn't drag me away

 Placing her hand over his, she slowly began moving her hips as his thumb rubbed her throbbing clit, his third and finger gently began thrusting in and out of her welcoming wet pussy. 

“So turned on you just splashin’ everywhere,” Jey murmured to himself getting more excited knowing Cara was close.

 Felling overwhelmed, a strangled moan fell from Cara’s beautiful lips as Jey groaned in pleasure…. Pleasure from pleasing her.

As the coaster plummeted, so did Cara’s inhibitions. She felt Jey’s hand squeeze gently as he began to work her clit in rhythm with the pounding music. “Jey, oh fuck!”

As her eyes closed; her body arched into his touch. The wind roared around them, the world a blur of lights and life-changing sensations as they descended towards the ground.

Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

“Cara, baby, you’re so tight. So wet for me,” Jey groaned, his voice lost in the din of the ride. She could feel his hardness pressing against her side, his own desire growing by the second.

Her orgasm building like the crescendo of the song, her body straining against the safety bar. “Jey, oh god, Jey!” she called out, the wind carrying her cries into the beautiful, cold Chicago night sky.

Just watching Cara was enough to make Jey want to cum. “Fuck, your bout to make me nut, just lookin’ at you.” Jey rasped.

Knowing the end was near for them both, he leaned over capturing her lips in a sloppy passionate kiss. “Happy new year baby, cum for Daddy,” he groaned against her lips as Cara accepted her impending fate, pushing Jey’s fingers deeper inside her. “Oouu, fuck..Happy New Year, Daddy!” she cried as their bodies slammed together as they reached the bottom.

Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday

Jey’s magical fingers and the violent jerk of the car sent Cara tumbling over the edge of ecstasy with Jey falling right behind her.

Wild, wild horses

“I can’t believe you,” Cara said trying to catch her breath as the ride slowed. A deep chuckle fell from Jey's lips as he kissed her neck, his hand still between her legs.

“I can't help it, you just so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum,” he murmured. Ragged gasps fell from Cara's beautiful lips, the intensity of the moment the lovers just shared still lingering.

We'll ride them someday

Cara’s POV

“Fuck that was hot.”

“Agreed and the Air pods were a great touch,” I added finally catching my breath as Jey nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, my good girl loved that, huh…You made a mess,” Jey whispered, wiping off my thigh with the end of my blanket as I blushed.

“Happy new year! I hope you ‘ve all enjoyed your seven minutes in heaven,” the attendant said over the PA system as we came to a stop.

“You have no idea, Uce,” Jey muttered as I hid my face in my hands.

“Jey, this is embarrassing, my seat it wet,” I whispered in horror as he pulled a mini pack of wet wipes out of his pocket.

“I told you; I gotchu, Ma.”

As soon as the bar unlocked, I stood up, my legs wobbly. The reality of our escapade settling in and my man couldn't care less. Jey's eyes gleamed with satisfaction and pride. “You okay, Ma?” he asked as I quickly gathered my blanket, trying to hide the fact it was wet, as was my seat.

"Y-Yea, "I'm good," I stuttered nervously as he smiled. "Cara, you worry too much.."

"Easy for you to say, you didn't fuckin' squirt everywhere," I whispered as he chuckled.

"Yea, you did that, Ma....Damn, I wish it was on my tongue," Jey murmured, leaning over and quickly cleaning the seat off.

I watched as the other participants on the ride got up and went on their way. I couldn't help but sigh in relief at the fact they didn’t know what had transpired on the ride.

“I don’t think they know,” I said looking around.

“See, you were worried for nothin’, them folks wasn’t worried bout us,” Jey said stuffing the used wet wipes in his pocket before standing up and helping me off.

“I just wanted to be sure,” I said as Jey smiled at the attendant and he chuckled. “What did you tell him before we got on?” I asked, grabbing my bear.

“I told him I wanted to do something special for my girl, and I needed some space between us and other folks on the ride, so he only let a few people on and put them in the back.”

 “That was risky,” she whispered, as Jey chuckled wrapping his arms around me.

“Your pleasure is worth the risk,” he murmured against my lips as we shared a brief kiss.

 “Thanks for making tonight special," I blushed as he smiled caressing my face.

“I told you, Ma…I got you….Happy New Year, beautiful.”

Happy New Year, Mr. Uso….

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[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 5

Sabo x Reader

TW: Home invasion

[y/c] = your city

"Weakness." You punched Sabo into the lava and watched him burn to death.

"[Y/n] I was in the middle of collecting quartz," Sabo whined and respawned back at his base.

"Karma's a bitch," you laughed.

You were playing Minecraft with your online friend Sabo, who you've been playing online games with for the past 10 years. Started ever since you got Minecraft as a kid and played on servers, after playing a few mini-games you friended him, and eventually, you exchanged Discord users (when it became a thing). Yeah, yeah, the internet is a dangerous place, blah blah blah, Sabo was cool though, you trusted him, you've already done video calls with him, and honestly he's been there for you more than anyone else.

There were countless late nights where you two stayed up, gaming while discussing some deep topics. Sometimes they were philosophical nonsense, other times they were about struggles going on in life, you both cried over call during those kinds of nights. Safe to say you and Sabo's friendship was real, you just wished he lived near you so he could visit-

"Oh now I'm not going to share the surprise I was going to tell you," Sabo said when he teleported back to the nether.

"Surprise? What surprise?" You crouched your Minecraft character in front of him.

"Nooooo, I'm not going to say." Sabo walked around you and begun mining quartz once again.

"Come onnnnn, Sabo."

"Surprises are for nice spouses."

Ah, that's right, I forgot to mention your married Sabo in Minecraft, for "XP benefits" of course.

"I'll give you golden apples."

"Mhmmmmm."

"And... a three stacks of cookies."

"Well why didn't you just say so!" Sabo spun around and picked up the items you dropped for him before going on his merry way.

"Okay, now tell me," you said following after him.

"So you remember how I said my brothers and I planning to go on a trip over Christmas?" Sabo asked as he started to build a bridge over lava.

"Yeah, kinda sucks since that means you won't be able to play online," you grumble as you slowly crept behind him as he placed blocks. Playing with Sabo was all you looked forward to these days so him reminding you that you wouldn't be able to play with him during that time, you felt your mood deflate.

"Well guess where we're going."

"Uhhhh Tim Buck Two."

"No, we're going to [y/c]."

"Really!?" Your demeanour spun a 180, your excitement pulled a shiny smile across your face.

"I knew you'd be happy but I didn't think you'd get the same energy when you see your favourite blorbos on screen," Sabo laughed as the two of you were now bridging over a group of piglins on the ground.

"Because you are one of my little blorbo husbandos," you cooed knowing it'd fluster him.

"...I'd like to see you say that to me in person."

"You say that like I won't."

"[Y/n], you can barely ask an employee for help at the grocery store."

"Shush." You hit Sabo off the bridge and watched him fall to his doom, or so you thought. He placed a water block on the ground, in the nether. "Are you using your hacks again!?"

"You better move before I get back up and knock you off," Sabo warned.

"You won't dare."

"Or I would-" Sabo cut himself off when he heard something loud thud over on your end. "What was that?"

"Hm?" You were playing music in the background, talking to Sabo, and listening to Minecraft sounds with your noise-cancelling headphones so you didn't hear it.

"Something heavy fell over on your end."

"You're not messing with me are you?"

"Ace does that trick, not me."

"I wouldn't put it past you to use one of your brother's tricks."

"Okay, I'll stop building up-" Sabo ceased stacking blocks and looked up at your character. "You pause your game and check what fell over."

"Fine." You pause your game and start to take your headphones off.

"Wait!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Turn your camera on."

"Why?"

"It's... I just got a bad feeling."

"Okay..." You shrugged off Sabo's uneasiness and turned on your camera before taking off your headphones and started looking around your room to see what fell.

"Must've fell outside," you muttered heading toward your bedroom door and opening it.

Sabo couldn't see what was outside your door, whatever stood out there made you slam your shut and scramble to push your dresser in front of the door. Goosebumps crawled over his skin as realization hit him that shit is hitting the fan. He fumbled on his end to grab his phone and rapidly tapped buttons.

"Sabo..." You were now back in front of the computer, the dresser completely blocking the door. "Call the cops."

"Way ahead of you," Sabo said as the phone began ringing. "What's going on?"

"There's...there's a guy in...in my house." You could hardly pull your words together since your brain is currently spinning around to find the way for you to survive. "He...he's throwing things around... I think...I think he saw me." You started typing your address to Sabo so he could tell the cops where to go, you sent it before but it'd take too long for him to scroll up to find it. 

Sabo muted himself, probably so he wouldn't be heard talking to the cops. You backed away from the computer again, this time grabbing your bookshelf full of manga and pushing it in front of your door. Once that also blocked the door, you glanced around for more things to push in front of the door but the only heavy stuff left was your bed and desk which could be hiding places that the intruder could look around, and any few seconds he wasn't finding you was a second more of survival.

You picked up your headset and put it back on, Sabo was still muted. You clicked on the Minecraft tab so it'd cover your screen and he- if the invader came into your room- wouldn't know your camera was on with a witness. You took your phone just in case, making sure it was on silent and hid in the closet, making sure no sound came when you closed the door. You climbed into your laundry basket, burying yourself under your dirty clothes, for once grateful you forgot to do laundry.

"Okay, the cops are on their way- [Y/N]?? Where are you [Y/n]???" Sabo felt his heart drop.

"i'm in the closet," you whispered.

"Why didn't you climb out your window?"

"don't you remember that i told you the lock is broken? i live on the 10th, that's suicide," you whisper-shouted.

"Just stay on call, okay, police will be there soon."

"...okay."

Your meek voice squeezed Sabo's heart, his wish he was there to deal with the guy himself, or at this to be there to reassure you everything is going to be okay. Alas, all he could do was sit there on the other end of the screen, helpless as you both listened to something banging on your door.

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[evillittlebirdie]

Protector: Karlach/Tav

Part One Part Two

"Tav, watch out!"

But it was too late. 

Like a fool, Tav stood still and looked up. At first, he saw a collection of circles within one another. And then, Tav experienced a tremendous amount of pain. The metal chandelier hit Tav's body, forcing the sorcerer to his belly. Someone was screaming and Tav realized it was him. He was the one crying out in agony. Tav was pinned under the metal chandelier, his body weighed down. He was a slight elf with little muscle. As a magic user and formerly pampered paramour of a Matriarch, Tav didn't need to work on his physique outside of vanity. Now he wished that he was strong enough. 

Tav could not move. He tried to turn his body but was only met with dense metal. He could not even move his arms. His head was killing him. 

The sound of battle echoed throughout the hall. Karlach, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart were fighting the bulk of the horde. Tav had lingered behind, casting his spells from a safe distance. But when the archer shot the chandelier's chain, it was the worst spot in the hall. 

This was it. He was going to die. Shadowheart's spells were depleted. She couldn't heal him. Karlach might have a health poultice in her backpack, but she needed it for herself. She  needed  it for herself. Tav could feel something wrong in his arm. Tav's eyes drifted to the left and he was almost wretched at the sight of the twisted appendage. Broken. The same feeling was in both of his legs. One of his arms and both of his legs were broken. Absolutely useless. 

They would leave him to die under that chandelier. Tav was the most vulnerable link. His childhood and early adulthood in Menzoberranzan taught him that the weak must be culled. 

The weight was pressing on Tav's back. His breathing was restricted. He would die slowly. It was a proper punishment for not getting out of the way. It was the mistake of an amateur, not a leader. 

Karlach was yelling. Tav was used to her shouting. He could differentiate her happy hollering and her raging screams. 

Tav couldn't be her leader. Who was he kidding? Karlach would be a good leader. She was a decent person who brought up morale and fought for everyone around her. Tav would be honored to hand over the responsibility to her.

Hmmm, it sounded like Karlach's roars were growing louder...growing closer.

Suddenly, Tav felt like he could take in a proper breath. He felt the chandelier's weight grow lighter. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tav didn't realize that Karlach was merely feet from him. She was pulling up the outer ring of the chandelier. Lae'zel and Shadowheart flanked her left and right, fighting off the horde of enemies. Karlach's muscles tightened as she strained to pick up the chandelier. She was yelling as she lifted the chandelier just high enough for Tav to pull himself. Tav used his unbroken arm to pull himself. But it was in vain. He was exhausted and he wasn't strong enough to force his body forward.

"Lae'zel, cover me!" Shadowheart called out to Lae'zel before spinning around. Lae'zel successfully swung her greatsword and cleaved three enemies at once. Shadowheart ducked under the chandelier and grabbed Tav's free hand. She pulled him out from under the chandelier. Karlach let the chandelier fall with a loud clang. 

Meanwhile, Shadowheart tried to help Tav up to his feet. Tav only howled in pain as Shadowheart tried to make him stand. Karlach's eyes widened in worry at the sound of Tav's distress.

"Hells, his legs are broken," Shadowheart informed the women. 

"There are too many," Lae'zel called out, turning only for the briefest of moments. "I need help."

"Go!" Karlach told Shadowheart as she moved in to pick Tav up. Shadowheart grabbed her spear and went back to Lae'zel's side. Tav felt nearly weightless when Karlach picked him up bridal style before cradling him into her side. He was in too much discomfort to make a quip about the position. "Hang on, sweetheart. I've got you." She dashed away from the group and reached into her armor. She pulled out a health poultice.

Tav stared at it incredulously. "Karlach, no. That's yours. You need it." They had already done too much. Tav saw wounds that were not present before the chandelier fell. 

"I will not let you fucking die," Karlach cried out. She used her teeth to pull the cork out of the potion and spat the cork away. She brought the potion to Tav's mouth and begged, "You drink. You need to drink and get better." 

Tav almost choked on the wave of liquid that poured into his mouth. But he was able to swallow the healing potion. It was not a large one, but it was enough to save him from permanent damage. 

Karlach gave a watery laugh when Tav finished the potion. "There he goes. You aren't going to leave me so easily." Tears still pooled in her eyes but she was smiling now. Karlach tossed the empty potion to the side and kissed Tav fiercely on his lips. Tav returned the kiss enthusiastically even as his head swam. 

Karlach lowered Tav to the ground delicately and stood in front of him protectively. Tav watched in amazement as Karlach pulled out her crossbow and shot at the enemy. She did not leave his side. She would never leave his side. 

[sometimesraven]

Pray.

Whumptober No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Fandom: Dead by Daylight POV Character: Nea Karlsson Whumpee: Nea Karlsson & Meg Thomas

Sometimes even in the toughest of games, spite is enough to keep you going.

AO3 Link

The killer was toying with them.

Nea hissed out a frustrated breath through bloodied teeth as she sprinted for what felt like the hundredth time through the twists and turns of the Memorial Institute -- or this twisted game-board version of it that the Entity had created today. The Doctor wasn't far behind: he'd been dogging them for most of the game now, knocking one of the four players to the ground only to laugh as they writhed with his electroshocks over and over.

The pain was so absolute it was scarcely noticeable by now. Adrenaline kept her pushing forward while flickering hallucinations danced in her vision. It was just Nea and Meg, now, as it often ended up in games like this. Eventually the Doctor would get tired of tormenting one of them and actually let them die in a slow, dragging bleed-out. There was some solace in that, at least -- the Entity wouldn't be happy with him for keeping its sacrifices this way.

A cry behind her stopped Nea in her tracks. The sound of a body hitting the ground with a heavy thump. Nea span to assess the damage, only to see blinding white and stars as the Doctor's spiked stick made contact with her already bloodied, mutilated face.

Her eyes met Meg's as she met her on the ground. The girl's eyes were swimming with tears, and she didn't struggle as a pool of blood slowly grew beneath her. She looked more tired than Nea had ever seen her, and Nea knew with a squeeze in her chest that she had given up. There was a goodbye in the wobbling smile she gave that Nea knew well. See you in the next one.

As the light died from her eyes and the gong to signal another death rang out, Nea pushed herself onto her elbows, glaring at the forced grin of Herman Carter above her. If he let her wriggle from his arms again, she would drive that stick directly through his twisted ballsack.

He'd better pray she didn't get up this time.

[highcaliberstupidity]

Whumptober Day 5 In the End Rating Explicit CW's/Tags Main Character Death, Implied/Referenced MCD, Price is shot at the end, everyone in the 141 is dead and it is mentioned/brought up, it's straight angst, just all angst Characters John Price, Valdimir Makarov Summary

He’s not even sure what he’s holding out for. No one is coming for him. There’s no one left to come for him.

Jonathan Price was many things. 

But delusional was not one of them. 

Still, a tiny part of him, withered with time and gun smoke and danger, had hoped he might pass peacefully. 

Instead he’s trapped, a slab of concrete twice as wide as he is tall, pinning him from the waist down. Another’s layered over it, the corner stabbing into his shoulder, chunks of rebar digging into his chest. 

It hurts, hurts enough that he’s slipping in and out of consciousness more than he can count. 

He’s not even sure what he’s holding out for. 

No one is coming for him. 

There’s no one left to come for him. 

This had been their last stand, Sterling Lines, a once grand base, now nothing more than a shelled-out and brittle complex. It’s kind of ironic, dying where he started, where he became more than just a soldier. 

Where he became Lieutenant, where he became Captain . 

It’s where he spent the better part of his thirty-seven years on earth. It’s where he trained men like Soap, where he put men like Ghost back together, where he lifted young men like Gaz up for recognition. 

Sterling Lines had been his home. 

Sterling Lines had been their home. 

Fitting, that he would die here, amongst the rubble of a place that held nearly every happy memory he held so carefully to his chest. Where he’d laughed, where he’d fought, where he’d found family and friends. 

The sound of movement in the debris grabs his attention, and he shifts his head what little he can. 

It’s dark out, stars filling the sky as fire illuminates the rubble. 

“Ah, I was hoping you were still alive.” A smiling, pale face comes into view, floating over the rubble as the dark shapes of helmeted soldiers pour around him. “The great Jonathan Price, finally brought to heel.” 

“Makarov.” It comes out guttural and wheezed, agonized . The man's smile curls ever larger, nearly splitting his face in two like some macabre creature. 

“It has been a long time coming, Captain.” He hums, stepping closer as his eyes roam, taking in the scene. He knows he has him now, caught and helpless. 

At his mercy. 

“How many years now, have we played this silly game of cat and mouse?” His head tilts, as he squats by his side, toying now with a pistol Price didn’t see him draw. He doesn’t answer, won’t give him the satisfaction. He will die with at least a touch of his dignity in tack. But he doesn’t seem to care. “Nearly ten years, I believe. Well before you forged your precious task force.” He makes a face, expression sour at the words. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for far, far too long.” 

Price only stares back, eyes cold and cutting, fingers itching for a gun, a knife, anything . 

“I must admit, it’s a shame.” Eyes filled with mocking sorrow lift to his own, and he wants to spit at him. “I truly wish your little band of miscreants could have been here to see this.” The sorrow turns to glee, lips splitting as he grins again. “A true shame, that all of it was for nothing.” 

Price begins to squirm again, wheezing and snarling as he shoves against the immovable debris holding him pinned. He’ll kill him, he has no fucking right to speak of them. 

“Well, there is one silver lining I suppose.” He chuckles when Price’s exhaustion finally forces his struggles to abate, his limbs numb and limp as he bares his teeth. “They aren’t here to see your failure.” Makarov shrugs, lips pursing in thought. “They all looked up to you, such loyal little dogs, even to the last one. What was his name, Klint, Ken, hmm, no, Kyle! Yes, that was his name. Kyle Garrick, Gaz .” 

Jonathan isn’t a man that cries, or at least, he wasn’t . 

He thinks he’s cried more tears in the past six months than he has in years . 

But here he is, hot tears mixing with blood and tracking down through the grime of his face as his strength saps farther and farther. 

“He cared so much for you, so loyal to the bitter end. I admired his strength, his tenacity .” The sick bastard almost looks fond as he speaks, fingers running absentmindedly over his pistol grip. “But oh, it was so worth the look on your face when I put a bullet in his forehead on that bridge.” And he laughs, laughs when Price turns away, teeth gritting as he sobs . 

Gaz had been a good fucking man , better than anyone Price had met. Better than himself . 

And it was Price’s fault he was gone . 

It was Price’s fault that all of them were gone. 

Farah to a sniper, Alex to a rogue piece of shrapnel, Soap to a bomb he couldn’t diffuse, Ghost to a swarm of Konni, even Laswell and Nikolai, their helo shot down. 

Gaz had been the last piece of his cobbled-together family, had been the last thing keeping him sane . 

He’d failed them all. Hadn’t protected them, had led them to their fates. 

Makarov’s still speaking, but he isn’t listening now, everything slowly slipping away as his body grows weaker and colder. 

It’s his fault they're gone, and soon… He’ll be right there with him. 

Another name lost to history. 

A tap on his cheek brings him back, finds Makarov looking down at him with an expression that almost looks… Sympathetic. 

“I believe I will choose kindness today, Jonathan.” And he wants to scream because kindness from men like him is leaving them alive and broken so that they have to live with the weight of their sins and failures. 

And he can’t . 

He can’t . 

So when he cocks the gleaming pistol in his hands, Price nearly sobs with relief. 

“May your next life be easy, Jonathan.” His expression remains the same, real , and Price needs to know why . 

“W-Why.” It’s barely audible, and for just a moment, he doesn’t think the man hears him, as he brings the pistol to bare. 

“Because you were a worthy opponent, Captain. I had fun, with this game of ours. I believe that entitles you to something, does it not? I would only hope the same for myself.” He says it softly, with weight , and Price doesn’t understand, won’t try to. 

There isn’t enough time for him to decipher it anyway. 

“Thank you.” He manages to grate out, his words small and broken, sounding more like a breath than speech. 

“Goodbye, Jonathan.” Theres a click, audible, as Price lets his eyes slip shut one last time. 

And then blissful nothing.

[losthavenmine]

Whumptober 2023 Day 5 || "You better pray I don't get up this time around"

[sheppardsmckay]

Whumptober2023

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

[whumpsday]

K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #5

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, defiant whumpee, broken bones, torture, captivity

@whumptober Day 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.” / Pinned Down / “It's broken.”

this one's early captivity kane, when he still has fight in him :)

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“Fuck you!” Kane shouted, tears in his eyes and voice alike. He hated it. He’d always been an angry crier, and it didn’t help that he was terrified out of his mind, now, too.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

“That’s not very nice,” the hunter pinning him with a boot to the chest mocked.

Kane should have been able to crush him. He would have been able to, the pressure on his chest not even the mildest of inconveniences, but he hadn’t fed in over a month. His body was running on fumes. He hated how good the hunter smelled.

The thought snowballed, became inescapable, and he found himself weakly snapping at the hunter’s ankle. Pinned like this, it was just barely out of reach.

“Hey.” The hunter suddenly stomped down, a couple of Kane’s brittle ribs. He gasped, yanked out of his blood-crazed fervor.

“I’ll kill you,” he wheezed, any force he tried to put behind the threat dying. It was too hard to breathe, and the hunter’s boot still dug into his broken bones– it only made him cry more, until his view of his tormenter became too blurred with tears to make out.

The hunter laughed and pressed down harder. Kane would have screamed if he were able, shards of bone pressing into his lungs. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”

[serickswrites]

"You Better Pray"

Warnings: captivity, torture, sadistic whumper, broken bones, beating, physical violence, blood, restraints

Whumper cackled with glee as they struck Whumpee once more. Whumpee couldn't contain their muffled squeal of pain as they lost their balance in the standing cuffs and began to swing again, their shoulders aflame once more with unbearable pain.

"PLEASE!" They shrieked.

"Oh, you want more?" Whumper smirked. "You asked so kindly, I must oblige you." And they punched Whumpee in the ribs once more.

Whumpee could feel the skin split around Whumper's brass knuckles. Could feel blood run down their side. It had been like this for the last few hours. Whumper pummeling them to a pulp. And Whumpee suffering all through it.

Initially, they had tried to be stoic. Had tried to not give Whumper that satisfaction of their cries. They knew they would be bruised, but they could handle it. Until Whumper began to beat them in earnest.

Whumper, it seemed, had only been warming up. They had struck Whumpee in the face hard, breaking Whumpee's nose in the process. That was the first time Whumpee had cried out. Cried out around the blood that dripped down their face. Cried out around how difficult it was to breathe. And cried out because that was when their pain began.

So as Whumper raised their hand once more and Whumpee desperately tried to grip the ground with their toes to keep from swaying, Whumpee began to beg and plead. "PLEASE! ANYTHING! I WILL DO ANYTHING! JUST STOP! PLEASE!"

Whumper paused their motion, a wicked smile filling their face. "Oh look, it's broken. How precious." Whumper circled Whumpee with predatory grace. "And now all the fun can really begin." And they jumped onto Whumpee's back and pulled with all their might.

[oxideblack]

[medusapelagia]

Eddie's Month Day 5 + Whumptober Day 5

written for @eddiemonth and @whumptober-archive 

Prompts: Eddie’s month day 5: Role Model | Slow Down - Ozzy Osbourne | Brave Whumptober day 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.” - Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.” Rating: Mature Relationship: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington WT: injuries, hospital WC: 1308

Some moments define your life.

Moments that seem like others and then, when you rethink about them, you realize that they were particular moments that changed your entire life.

The first one was the day Wayne decided to visit his brother when he came back from Vietnam.

Eddie didn’t really like the silent man who kept smoking one cigarette after another while looking at him with something that he wasn’t able to define. It took him a few years but he finally understood that he was looking at him with pity.

That day, even if Eddie didn’t know it, was the day Wayne decided that the kid deserved something more than a junkie as a mother and a petty thief as a father.

It took Wayne almost three years to gain Eddie’s custody, but in the end, the State was more than happy to give a troubled kid to an adult who was willing to raise him while his parents were in prison.

That day, the first day he met Wayne, Eddie was wearing a band t-shirt his father shoplifted somewhere and that was way too big for him, but he loved it.

He still has it, somewhere.

The image has faded and the cotton is so thin that it is almost see-through, but Eddie keeps it as a relic.

Another moment that will define his life forever is the day Chrissy Cunnigham, lovely Queen of Hawkins High ,sat with him and asked him for drugs. The strong kind, not just marijuana as most of the tough kids in high school did.

And he said yes.

Now that they are getting ready to fight an interdimensional monster he asks himself: why did he say yes? Why didn’t he tell her to have fun with her friends instead of searching for consolation in drugs?

He should have never said yes.

But he thought he was helping.

He thought that he could have helped her, little by little, gaining her trust and helping her see how beautiful and kind she was, inside and out.

But they didn’t have the time.

When he turned toward her with the little plastic bag, he found himself deep in a shitty horror movie with a fucking monster ready to kill every stupid teenager in Hawkins.

So he did the first thing he learned when he was a kid.

He ran away.

Like he had run away from his father when he used to come home drunk and tried to beat him.

Like he had run from the bullies that were trying to cut his hair.

Like he had run from the police when he was dealing a few miles away from the trailer park.

Eddie has run all his life. He is a pro at running. Could win a fucking medal if he wanted to.

But tonight is different.

Tonight they are at war.

And what is worse, is that he has a kid to take care of.

The look that he has shared with Harrington has said everything there was to say.

The knight is going to slay the dragon and he is going to keep the kid safe, and he fucking will.

The adrenaline of the concert he has played on the roof of the trailer is fading away fast, those monstrous creatures are trying to get into the trailer and Eddie can’t allow that.

If they get inside they could hurt Dustin, and even get into their dimension.

No fucking way.

So Eddie does what he knows best: he runs.

The only difference is that this time he is running toward the peril instead of away from it.

Fuck it.

If the ex Keg King was able to fight a fucking monster with a nailed bat and nothing more, he could do the same, right?

He is a man. His role in society is to protect the people he cares for!

He takes the bike and the demobats follow him. He looks around him, he will never make it to the woods as he was thinking.

He leaves the bike and takes the nailed shield.

He just has to hold the line. Someone will come to help him. That is what happens in all his books.

Straider will appear from nowhere and will save him.

The demobats shriek and he yells at them.

He closes his eyes.

Now that he is alone, surrounded by demobats, he doesn’t feel so brave anymore.

He thinks of the old faded t-shirt. He should have put it on for good luck. 

He would like to be buried with that on. 

No stupid suit for him.

He falls.

Everything hurts.

Someone is screaming his name when the earthquake starts and the bats fall to the ground. Dustin is holding him tight.

“I didn’t run.” he says, tasting blood in his mouth.

“No, no. Look at me! Look at me!” Dustin screams, and then someone else is kneeling at his side.

“We have to bring him back. Now.”

“But…!”

“Robin, Nancy, help Dustin. I think his ankle might be broken.” 

Someone is lifting him, and Eddie whimpers when they move him.

“Hey, if you are still complaining, it is a good sign.” Steve says, sounding cheerful.

“Harrington?” he asks, confused.

His vision is blurry, but someone is carrying him in a fireman’s carry and is running through the debris of the earthquake. 

What happened?

When did it happen?

What the fuck is going on?

They are not going back to the trailer, they are going down a crack in the ground.

“Are you sure, Steve?”

“Do you have a better idea, Rob?”

It seems they are out of ideas because Robin and Nancy keep going down a few feet away from them.

“You get to the other side with Dustin, then you’ll help me with Eddie.”

“Slow down, big boy.” Eddie complains.

“You will rest when we get to the other side. Just hold on.”

“You better pray I don't get up this time around or I’ll ruin your reputation. The golden boy brought me to the other side. How does it sound as a title?” he tries to joke.

“Better than being killed by a maleficent creature with psychic powers, honestly. But I’d prefer something like ‘brought me to the dark side’, it sounds more badass, doesn’t it?” Steve replies and Eddie laughs. Everything hurts, but he laughs.

They are still walking down the crack when Steve groans “I asked you not to do anything stupid.”

He did.

But for once Eddie wanted to be the brave one.

“Are you angry with me?”

“Don’t die on me and I might forgive you.”

Steve.

Brave Steve.

The expendable one.

Still, the one that is bleeding to death is Eddie.

“I didn’t run.”

“I know. But a friend of mine told me that there is no shame in running.”

“Wise man. You should introduce us one day.”

“I will. Now hold on tight. I’m going to push you through the crack and I don’t think it is going to be fun.”

Spoilsports, Eddie thinks, and the burning pain is the last thing that he feels.

***

When he opens his eyes he is in a hospital, his right arm is handcuffed to the bed and there are two figures asleep on some cheap plastic chair.

One is Steve, his hair messier than ever, the other is Wayne, who has a duffle bag at his feet with a faded t-shirt half out.

Eddie will quickly find out that they do not have a home anymore, and all their belongings are in that duffle bag. 

He will learn that he is still the first suspect in the murder of Chrissy Cunnigham.

He will remain handcuffed in the hospital for weeks, but when he will finally leave, hand in hand with Steve fucking Harrington, he will wear a faded t-shirt.

Almost see-through.

[thethistlegirl]

I couldn't NOT do Jack for this song, it fit him too well...

@nade2308

[faofinn]

No.5 "You better pray I don't get up this time around."

@whumptober-archive

Debris | Pinned Down | "It's broken."

When Harrison had met Tai, he’d certainly not expected to grow so fond of him so quickly. But it had just felt… right. They’d somehow got good chemistry, hitting it off immediately after a slightly rocky start. Even though Harrison was busy with university, he still found time to see the Irishman, and they’d fallen into bed on more than one occasion. 

They’d decided to change things up a bit and go for a hike rather than their usual bars, and it was nice, the change of pace. It was a short enough drive out of the city, up into the hills, and they enjoyed the warm sun on their faces and good conversation as they walked. 

They’d stopped to eat lunch, taking in the views over the city, and when Tai had leaned in for a kiss, Harrison hadn’t pushed him away. It was nice, the casual domesticity of it all. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to kiss him. 

As they headed back down the hills, they had to pay attention a bit more as to where they were putting their feet, loose stones and dust easy to lose their footing on. Hars had already done it once, his knee giving out on him, but Tai had caught him with a breathless laugh. They were virtually back at the car when Tai stumbled, twisting his ankle as he went. 

He definitely heard a crunch, and the pain was immediate, red hot agony. He just about managed to keep himself upright, but couldn’t take any weight through that foot, gripping onto Harrison like his life depended on it, knuckles white. 

"Hey, hey, easy." Harrison was quick to take his weight, wrapping a strong arm around him. "I've got you."

“Fuck.” He whimpered. 

"What's wrong?"

“My ankle.” Tai groaned. He tentatively stretched it out towards the ground and recoiled almost immediately. “Nope.”

"Careful!" He couldn't hide his worry. "Let's sit, let me have a look."

“I felt something go.”

"I heard it." Harrison admitted. 

“You’re gonna have to drive.” He whined. 

"That's the least of my worries."

“Hurts.” He panted, feeling woozy. “Where are we sitting?”

"Just down, you look like you're gonna pass out." He said softly.

Tai nodded, and sat with Harrison’s help on the dirt. “Fuck.” 

"I've got you, you're gonna be okay." He soothed, rubbing Tai's back. 

“How bad does it look? It felt bad.”

Harrison pulled a face. "I've seen worse. But it's broken, there's no doubt."

“I was hoping you weren’t gonna say that.”

"So was I."

“I’m not gonna be able to stand.”

"I can carry you?"

Tai scoffed. “Really?”

"Hey, don’t be so mean."

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself too.”

"I'll be fine."

“Mm.” He mumbled. “Hurts like fuck.”

"If we get back to my car, I've got stuff in the boot."

He nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

"Or I can go get it, but I'll have to leave you alone for ten minutes." He absently pressed a kiss to his hair. "Hey, if I do that, you'll be high as a kite for the rest of the hike. You might enjoy it."

“I just want to go home.”

"I know, love." He rubbed Tai's arm, the affection instinctive. "I know."

“Can we go back to the car?”

"Of course. Want me to carry you?"

He nodded sheepishly. “I’m not gonna be able to stand.”

"You know, there are easier ways to get close to me." He teased, standing up.

“You don’t like the damsel in distress routine?” Tai joked weakly.   

He helped him to his feet, balancing himself s moment before looping an arm under his knees. He moved as gentle as he could, aware each movement would be agony for Tai. Concern covered his face as he frowned at him, eyes wide with worry.

"Is that okay?"

Tai had definitely paled, everything spinning a little, but he nodded. “Yeah.” He replied tensely. 

"Just breathe, you're okay. I've got you." He murmured. "You're okay."

“Didn’t know you were this strong.”

"Am I more attractive now?" He teased.

“Maybe.”

"This all a ploy to get closer to me?"

“Would be funny if it was.”

He grinned down at Tai. "Y’know, there's easier ways."

“Probably less painful too.”

"Oh, most definitely."

“Was a nice hike, though.”

"I certainly enjoyed the view."

“Yeah?”

He hummed. "And the scenery was nice, too."

“Oh, shut up.”

"I'm serious."

“So am I.”

"I'll be quiet then."

Tai leaned into him with a soft hum. “You can keep talking.”

"Ah, no. You've made your bed, you can lie in it, suffer in silence and all that." He'd barely made it a few steps before his act broke and he laughed. 

“See, you can’t resist me.”

He hummed. "Yeah, something like that."

He was quiet for a minute. “You think it’s definitely broken?”

"I'd put money on it." He said softly. 

“Ugh.”

"Hey, you'll have to come stay with me." He murmured. "I can look after you then, make sure you have everything you need."

“Oh, so now you’re trying to get me to move in?”

There was a hint of blush on his cheeks. "Maybe."

“Not complaining.”

"You're not?"

“You just promised to wait on me hand and foot.”

"Like a king." He teased. 

“Mm, perfect.”

"Only fair."

[spirit-whump]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Original Character-centric, Abuse, Choking, Stabbing, the guy getting stabbed is the abuser, Joan is going through it again, she escapes the situation she makes it out okay, not exactly a happy ending though, Angst, Immortality, Hurt No Comfort Series: Part 4 of whumptober2023, Part 2 of the Joan 'verse Summary:

Ioana's husband finds out she's immortal. It doesn't go well for anyone.

whumptober2023 No. 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.” | Pinned Down

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 5 - The Shadow of Death

This is a very short canon piece, but I purposely wrote it in a way that it also fits into any modern au.

Taglist: @painful-pooch

Masterlist

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Contains: lady whump, referenced broken bones, referenced beating, mentioned parental death, referenced corporal punishment

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With each strike, she plots his demise. 

Every time the rod cracks against her bones, she dreams of breaking his. Every bruise that blooms on her skin, she imagines him bruised and bloody. While he stalks around her prone body, reveling in his power over her, kicking and spitting and making sure she stays down, she envisions the day when he’ll be the one cowering before her.

Because one of these days, she’ll work her last mission for these people. One of these days, she’ll complete her own, personal mission - the only reason she’s stayed with them for this long - and she’ll have her revenge against those who murdered her mother. Then she’ll have no need to submit to him anymore. He won’t hold any power over her. There will be no more punishments, no more taking out his frustrations on her, no more making her every breath completely miserable with pain and fear.

One of these days, she’s not going to lie here and take it anymore. She’s going to get up and stand against him.

And he’s going to regret every single time he ever laid a hand on her.