#prompt: forced to watch

[improvidus]

Bozer doesn't take Jack out to eat much anymore.

(@macgyverbingo)

[jesuistrestriste]

Art having a crush on Patricks gf (painfully obviously) so Patrick asks her to cuck him w art ♡

what the hell i totally never saw this…..

but god yess. and art’s more than willing to fuck your pretty body while his best friend watches from the corner of the room ! as long as he gets to push his cock into you, he’ll do just about anything to get there :D

at least, that’s what he thinks he feels until he’s actually in your + pat’s bedroom and his friend’s dark eyes are locked onto him as he stands next to the side of the bed.

he’s got that stupid smirk on his face, and one of his calloused hands is gliding right over art’s lower back; right over the dimples that come before his soft ass. it makes art shiver, and he can’t tell if it’s in a good way or a ‘what the fuck is going on’ way. maybe a bit of both. or maybe it’s the shot of raspberry vodka that he took to loosen up before all of this.

“c’mon man, just give it to her,” pat says to him, “you’ve been pining like a fuckin’ loser for so long, and she’s already wet.”

before art can really form a protest, pat’s hand is pushing his lower body forward and his cock is then enveloped in the tight warmth of your cunt. you moan, your body clenching around his length.

“fuck!” art barks out, his jaw slacking and his legs trembling immediately afterwards.

his bestfriend just laughs lowly, shaking his head, “don’t be a quickshot now, artie… not when she’s treating you so well… feel her pussy squeezin’ you? god, she’s always so good..”

art’s eyes are rolling back, his body starting to rock into the back of yours instinctively as he seeks his release. his hands find your hips and he whimpers when he bounces you against his pelvis.

“good boy, art,” you gasp, nodding, “fuck me harder— ah!— give my boyfriend something worth watching..”

while art’s hips speed up to hump you greedily from behind, patrick steps back as his eyelids start to droop and he can’t help but shove his hand down into his shorts to pull out his dick; spitting into his palm before bringing it back down to stroke wetly and quickly over his twitching inches.

“oh god, oh fuck, oh god—“ art’s whining, his thrusts growing sloppy, “can’t-… shit-! i’m cl— cumming, i’m cumming—“

the whole room suddenly feels like it’s shaking under the weight of all three of your abruptly pulled orgasms, moans and cries and squeals echoing out. art’s slamming into your hole and curling over your back as he convulses, you’re shuddering and falling face-down into the sheets as you squirt and wring him of every drop he’s got, and patrick’s gnawing on his bottom lip as he groans and covers his fingers in a slimy mess of white.

definitely a good time, but art is beyond embarrassed afterwards..

patrick and you, on the other hand, want round two.

[serickswrites]

Falling Stars

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, blood, wounds, infection, mcd

Caretaker carded their fingers through Whumpee's sweat soaked hair. They had pulled Whumpee into their lap hours ago and had tried to offer Whumpee any measure of comfort, no matter how small.

It was the least they could do.

They had sat chained in a corner for days, watching Whumper torture Whumpee. Begging Whumper to give Whumpee a break and hurt them. Hoping that rescue would come soon and they would both be spared.

But as the days wore on and the blood dried on Whumpee's skin and Whumper re-opened every wound, Caretaker began to doubt. They began to doubt help was coming. They began to doubt Whumper would hurt them. And they began to doubt that Whumpee would survive.

Some of Whumpee's wounds still bled from Whumper's last visit. Some wounds oozed and wept. And some were so deep that Caretaker was certain Whumpee was dying. And soon.

"You......you need to......get out of here, C'ta'r," Whumpee managed to rasp out. "G-G-G-Go outttttt th-th-th-the wwwwwwinnnnndow-ow-ow-ow."

"I'm not leaving you," Caretaker said as they stared down into Whumpee's fever bright eyes. "Just rest a bit longer. We'll find a way to get both of us out of here." Caretaker blinked hard, fighting against the tears that were always present in their eyes. They looked away as they tried to blink away the tears. The starry night's sky winked at them from out the window.

Whumpee smiled softly. "I.....I don't th-th-think sssso-o-o-o-o."

"Nonsense. Just rest more. Rest and then I'll take you home. You can rest more. You can heal. And maybe....maybe you will be all better by the time all those falling stars happen around your birthday. We could watch them again."

"I'd.....like th-th-that."

"Just rest, Whumpee. Close your eyes. I'm not going anywhere."

"C-C-Can'ttttt l-l-l-leave yyyyyyou-ou-ou."

Caretaker's heart twinged. "It's ok. I'm not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere. Just rest, Whumpee. I'll watch over you."

Reluctantly, Whumpee closed their eyes. Caretaker knew that no amount of rest was going to make Whumpee well enough. But they couldn't give up hope. They couldn't let Whumpee die. Not yet. There had to be a way for both of them to get out.

But as time wore on and Whumpee got weaker and weaker, Caretaker realized that Whumpee was holding on, was prolonging their suffering, to spare Caretaker the heart ache.

Whumper had dragged Whumpee from their arms countless times. Whumper had beaten and tortured Whumpee countless times. And Whumper had left Whumpee barely alive and breathing on the floor countless times.

But this time was different.

Whumpee hadn't stirred when the cell door slammed shut. They hadn't stirred when Caretaker called to them. Normally Whumpee slowly dragged themself close enough that Caretaker could pull them into Caretaker's lap. But this time they just lay there and breathed.

"Whumpee," Caretaker called softly. "Say something, Whumpee."

Whumpee groaned. "T-T-Tiredddd. H-H-Hurrrrrttts-s-s-s-s."

"I know. I know, Whumpee. Let me hold you. You've always slept better in my arms. Come on, Whumpee."

Caretaker stretched to the end of their chain, their fingertips just brushing Whumpee's arm. Whumpee moaned as they tried to roll onto their side. Blood had pooled beneath them and the ground was slick. Whumpee was too weak to pull themself along.

"Love, come on, you can do it."

Slowly, painfully, Whumpee rolled onto their side. They managed to push themself with one leg close enough to Caretaker that Caretaker could pull them close. Whumpee gasped with pain as Caretaker moved them, their eyes wide and bright with pain.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!" Caretaker repeated over and over.

Whumpee didn't respond as their chest heaved weakly. They lay in Caretaker's arms, but couldn't get enough air to speak. Their eyes were hazy with pain. Their eyelids fluttered open and closed as they struggled to remain conscious.

"I'm sorry, Whumpee. I'm sorry," Caretaker sobbed. They pressed their forehead to Whumpee's. "It's ok. It's ok. You can leave me. It's ok. I'll be ok. I promise."

Whumpee blinked up at Caretaker, their eyes suddenly clear. Caretaker nodded. "It's ok. You can rest. You can leave me. I'll be ok. I promise I'll be ok. You can," Caretaker sniffed, "you can go, Whumpee. I'm here. I won't leave you."

Whumpee's stuttering wheezing breaths echoed in Caretaker's ears. They opened their mouth, but no sound came out. "It's ok, Whumpee. It's ok. I love you. You're ok, love. I'll be ok."

Slowly, Whumpee's eyes closed. Their body slowly relaxed in Caretaker's arms. Their stuttering breaths continued as Caretaker watched Whumpee relax. A light flashed in the darkened cell. Caretaker looked up and out the window. Stars. The stars were falling out the window.

"The falling stars are here, Whumpee, look," Caretaker said as they returned their gaze to Whumpee. Their mouth went dry. "Whumpee?"

Whumpee looked peaceful, as though they were asleep, their face no longer pinched with pain. But Caretaker knew better. "Oh, Whumpee," Caretaker wailed, "I am so sorry. I'm sorry."

Whumpee flopped bonelessly in Caretaker's arms as Caretaker lifted Whumpee close. They rocked with Whumpee's body as they sobbed. Whumpee was free. Whumpee had gone. Whumpee had left Caretaker behind. Whumpee had gone where Caretaker could not follow. Whumpee was with the falling stars. And Caretaker was alone.

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@artisticdemon

[justaz]

i've had this au idea for a while and have tried writing it but i don't get far into it before abandoning it so ill post it in case someone else wants to write it or take some inspiration from it or what have you. s4ep1/2 au.

merlin uses his magic to just latch arthur's feet to the ground as well as lancelot's when he sees him creeping towards the veil. merlin turns to face them as he walks backwards, revealing his gold eyes and magic to arthur which barely registers in his mind as he understands what merlin's doing and Panics. he's yelling and almost begging and demanding merlin to get back here you idiot. i'm the king you listen to me

and merlin just smiles and is like when have i ever listened to you? and steps into the veil, sacrificing himself and closing it. with his death, his magic releases arthur and lancelot who are just like. what the fuck. and grief-stricken. and angry. anyways they go back to camelot and lancelot stays with gwen and they mourn together. gwaine is. a wreck. the knights are all grieving. arthur is just. gone. like. he closes himself in his chambers for like two weeks. he doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, he can barely function. anyways merlin watches him from the veil as a spirit, he watches all of them and is a little guilty about causing them so much grief and heart ache but he rather them be sad and alive than dead so he doesn't regret it that much

magic lore i made up - since merlin gave his life in an exchange, he gets to remain conscious and aware within the veil. the other spirits that roam around are focused on whatever's keeping them there (and keeping them from moving on to the afterlife). there's a lot of sorcerers in camelot who are angry and crying because they were executed by uther - their heads cut off, their bodies charred, or their necks bent at odd angles. they wander around calling for justice. anyways ygraine's life was also taken in an exchange so what i'm saying is ygraine and merlin best friends arc.

they both watch over arthur with worry and then one day arthur just storms out of his chambers and down to the library and buries himself in books, searching desperately for a way to bring merlin back. with how little he's eating and sleeping, arthur ends up passing out and has a nightmare. merlin reaches out on instinct wishing to comfort him and ends up getting pulled into his dreams, only with his intention being to comfort, his arrival shifts the dream from a nightmare into something a lot more pleasant - merlin and arthur together and alive and...courting? it looks like? arthur leans in to kiss him but the dream dissipates right before their lips meet.

anyways, that happens a few times with a few different dreams as arthur searches for a way to open the veil again and bring merlin back. i have two different endings for this though. one is, since merlin is emrys and immortal, after some time the cailleach comes back and is like "immortal asshole. i took some of your eternal life force but you're still immortal but the veil is still sealed. i can't keep someone who still has all this life. get out." and just pushes him out of the veil and into his body again. OR arthur finds a way to bargain with the cailleach and sees his mother with merlin and bada bing bada boom (i forgot to add that arthur at some point finds out about his uncles treachery lmao) trades agravaine's life for ygraine's and then his father's (he can't stand to see his father wasting away and sees this peaceful death as mercy) for merlin's. and he gets his mom and bf best friend manservant back.

after everything settles down, arthur finally has time to focus on merlin's magic but with the trauma of almost losing him, he finds he really can't care about it and just repeals the ban to keep from even thinking about executing him so merlin will never be in danger again. ygraine is also happy about this bc i hc she had a little bit of magic. she learned from her gf nimueh. bonus hc bc i feel like it - ygraine and uther were married and loved each other, yes, but ygraine took nimueh as her consort and uther took balinor as his consort.

okay thats all. if anyone actually writes this or anything similar to it, it'd love to read it. pls tag me or dm me <3

[cassidysinferno]

Prompt #8

cw referenced drugging & kidnapping??

The villain gave hero a truth serum and asked hero to tell their darkest secret, expecting a some sort of corrupt agency or a crime they did so the villain can use that to blackmail the hero.

Hero instead spilled the most horrifying, gut wrenching, traumatizing backstory known to man that they kept bottled up their whole entire life and villain just thinks. "oh.... you're kind of fucked up actually....you need to Seek Help how did you even get through those what the fuck."

[serickswrites]

Pick

Warnings: captivity, restraints, threat of death, bruises, blood, forced to choose, forced to watch, begging

"Please, you can't do this!" Sidekick cried out as they struggled against the power suppression cuffs. They watched in horror as Superhero slowly stalked towards them.

"Oh, but I can, Sidekick. I can." They smiled, their white teeth gleaming in the low light. "I can do whatever I want, Sidekick. I'm the hero and you're the villains. And now I have you all in my grasp."

"I won't do it!" Sidekick shouted. They didn't tear their gaze away from Superhero. They couldn't bring themself to look at Villain and Right Hand. If they did, they would crumble. This was all their fault. They didn't deserve to see forgiveness and pity in their mentor's and friend's eyes.

"Leave them alone, Superhero, it's me you want," Villain rasped. Their bruised throat sounded painful. Sidekick knew Villain's blood had dried on their collar, their split lip now scabbed over. Superhero had grabbed them by the throat and thrown them into a wall before they could escape. Before Sidekick and Right Hand could respond.

And now they were all bound and at Superhero's mercy.

"You are the one I want. But I want all of you. And I am so enjoying Sidekick's pain."

"You're a fucking monster," Right Hand hissed.

Superhero smirked. "It doesn't matter what I am right now. I have all of you. And at the end of the day, I'm the hero, and everyone always trusts the hero."

Sidekick continued to struggle even though they knew it was useless. There was no way they were breaking out of their cuffs. If they could just slip one finger, they could access their power. They could access enough power to free Villain and Right Hand.

Superhero turned back to Sidekick. "You need to pick, Sidekick. Or I'll pick for you, and you won't like who I pick."

"I won't do it!"

"Pick who dies, Sidekick. Villain, your beloved mentor? Or perhaps Right Hand, your friend and confidant."

Sidekick shook their head. They wouldn't pick. They couldn't pick. They couldn't betray Villain or Right Hand. Someone had to be coming for them. For all of them. Hero had to be on their way. Or maybe even Supervillain. Someone had to stop Superhero.

"It's ok, Sidekick," Villain said gently, "pick me. Right Hand will get you out of here. It's ok to pick me."

"Absolutely not! You cannot pick Villain, Sidekick. You have to pick me. I'm expendable. Villain is not. Pick me," Right Hand urged.

"What will it be, Sidekick?" Superhero gestured at Villain and Right Hand. "Pick, or I will pick for you. And you won't like my choice."

Villain nodded, giving Sidekick a small smile. Sidekick closed their eyes and opened their mouth, "I pick--"

And the room erupted in a bright light and explosion of sound and Sidekick knew no more.

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@pepeniascat

[mythrilpencil]

Another spoilery late-plot scene from my WIP with Edge; takes place a few plot points before Rage Against the Void.

Word Count: 967

Lesson One: People First

———

The chamber was coming down. Fast.

Now that the Shard was dislodged from its circuit high above, all of the aether it had been channeling through the supports flanking every wall dispersed in an instant. Metal screeched and stone growled as gravity pulled against the ancient structure.

“Get the Shard!” Ayaan called out over the din.

Edge and Ayaan ran. For a human, Ayaan was fast. But Edge was faster. Trained on the Shard, he dashed across the chamber, dancing across the giant slabs of stone even as cracks snaked through them and the flat floor became a shifting obstacle course. Some went sideways. Some  fell into the depths below. Some jolted upwards, no longer weighed down by circuitry beneath them.

The Shard hit the floor with a crack and a pulse of loose aether. The storm it held within its crystal shell started to flicker through the cracks. 

Almost there…almost—

A metal pillar fell behind Edge. Ayaan shouted.

Edge glanced behind him. Then slid to a stop.

Ayaan was several slabs behind him. And was now pinned beneath a metal pillar.

Edge called out, “Ayaan!”

Another crack of stone and screech of metal pierced the air as another pillar fell. This one grazing the slab that the Shard had fallen to. That slab started to tilt.

Edge glanced back and forth between Ayaan and the Shard. 

Ayaan looked up from trying to pry himself free. From this distance, only the barest glint of his gold eyes pierced the churning dust. “What are you waiting for!?” he shouted, waving a free hand out at Edge, “Get the Shard and get out of here!”

Edge looked back at the Shard. Another crack split its crystal shell; another wisp of angry aether licked through the air like a snake finally freed from a cage. 

What would Zenith do?

In Edge’s moment of hesitation, the slabs between him and Ayaan collapsed. Ayaan’s slab started to tilt, weighed down by the metal pillar and teetering on the frail support beam underneath. 

Edge tore his focus away from the Shard. 

Lesson one: people first.

Edge raced across his slab and jumped. From slab fragment to slab fragment he leaped.

But that still didn’t get him close enough to Ayaan.

He was running out of time.

Help me out here, Sparkles, Edge demanded, You said I teleported before; how do I do it again?

<<All I know is you traveled as an Aether Stream, which is how I noticed you in the first place. I’m interested to see how you do it consciously.>>

Edge growled. Real helpful.

All he perceived from the void in his mind was an equivalent of a shrug. Fine then.

Edge scanned everything around him. The ground kept shifting and shaking as more and more slabs collapsed. 

His scans picked up on flows of aether, released by the now-defunct circuitry in the metal pillars. An angry storm of waves flowed outwards from the Shard. Some magnetized towards Edge’s core. And the more he noticed those waves, the more aether followed them towards him.

Edge focused on that aether flow, and focused on Ayaan prying himself free from the metal pillar. The aether traced his focus like metal wires tracing Vidya’s will, snaking between him and Ayaan.

“Traveled as an Aether Stream”, huh?

Edge mentally pulled on that aether flow, dipped into the void in his subconscious, and directed the flow of his own aether in his systems outwards. His core’s thrumming crescendoed.

GO!

He jumped forward, and for the space between seconds he didn’t exist.

Then he landed on the edge of Ayaan’s slab.

Ayaan’s head snapped up. “Wh—How—!?”

Edge didn’t answer; he just started shoving at the metal pillar pinning Ayaan in place.

“Edge! What are you doing!?” Ayaan demanded.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Edge snapped back, grimacing as he kicked and kicked against the pillar. Slowly it started budging. But it wasn’t budging fast enough.

Edge summoned his crossbow and started shooting at the weak points in the pillar. The metal warped and bent. Finally it started to bend away from Ayaan.

But the shocks of Edge’s efforts rocked the slab. Stone grated against stone as the slab tilted past a critical angle. And started slipping.

Ayaan pushed against Edge’s leg. “What are you doing, you idiot?! Go get the Shard!”

“No!” Edge bent over and shoved at the pillar.

“Listen! I’m done for! Go—”

“No! No one is dying here! Not in my unit, not on my watch!”

Edge shouted as he finally shoved the pillar away. The metal screamed against his effort, but its screams faded beneath the din as it rolled off the tilting slab.

The slab rocked. Edge barely kept his balance enough to grab Ayaan before they both could fall.

Edge snapped his focus to the Aether Streams again. He latched onto the closest flow, and pulled his own aether and on the faint signal he could sense from Ayaan towards it. 

Out. They needed out. Somewhere higher up, somewhere safer.

There! A ledge about halfway up the wall, where a bridge across this chamber once connected. The aether flow Edge had latched onto snaked up towards the ledge like a stray current in a river.

Edge pulled Ayaan up, and despite the cry of pain from his core, he leapt upwards as he connected with the current.

They both landed on the ledge, collapsed against the stable stone. 

Ayaan levered himself up to his elbows first, gasping. “What—How? Why?”

Everything in Edge’s systems, down to the finest micro fracture, screamed as his frame shook and his core raggedly pulsed. Damage reports and overload warnings pelted his subconscious. He gasped for breath. But between gasps he squinted at Ayaan and repeated Zenith’s words, “Lesson one…people first.”

———

For this week’s prompt courtesy of @flashfictionfridayofficial!

Tagging: @jacqueswriteblrlibrary

[serickswrites]

Target Practice

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, blood, wounds, impalement

"You can't do this!" Caretaker roared as they strained to the end of their chains. "Whumper!"

"I can. And I will," Whumper said without looking back at Caretaker. They loosed another arrow. "Damn. I missed."

"Whumper!" Caretaker had to keep distracting Whumper. Each time Whumper was distracted, they missed their target. Each time they missed their target, Whumpee was spared pain. Caretaker had to spare Whumpee pain.

"Dang it. I still missed," Whumper frowned, "but at least I was closer this time."

Whumpee's scream of pain cut through the air, the shaft of the arrow completely impaling their right arm. Whumpee was chained across from Whumper, their arms out in a T. Blood dripped from the arrows that were embedded in their body: one in their right arm, one in their left thigh, and one in their left shin. Four other arrows were at their feet.

"Use me as a target, Whumper. I'll be a better target!" Caretaker had to get Whumper to leave Whumpee alone.

"They are my training dummy. This is target practice. I'm using them as practice. And when I'm done, I can use them to practice medicine, too," Whumper said with a dark chuckle.

"Please," Whumpee cried, "please. No more. Please."

"Ah, ah, Whumpee, targets don't beg," Whumper said as they grabbed another arrow. "Besides, as Caretaker keeps pointing out, I'm a terrible marksman." They took aim.

"Whumper! Please, Whumper! Let me be your target!"

Whumper smirked. "No." And they loosed the arrow they had aimed at Whumpee's chest.

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[pyrepostings]

The metal of the bars bit into whumpee's hip and shoulder as he pressed against it. The stone floor was cold and unyielding, but here he could curl up for as long as he needed to against caretaker.

"What happened, are you ok?" Caretaker had asked, when whumpee entered the jail block.

"No," He wanted to say. "Nothing has been ok for a very long time."

"I'm not injured," He said instead. "I just need to sit with you for a bit."

[serickswrites]

Stone-Cold

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, hurt/comfort

Caretaker sighed as they sat in the dark, cold cellar. They sat stroking Whumpee's hair as Whumpee slept fitfully in their lap. They took care to make sure the chains on their shackles didn't clink with the movement. Whumpee desperately needed sleep and Caretaker would do what they could to make it happen.

The hours of watching Whumper torture Whumpee had been almost more than Caretaker could bear. Almost. But if Whumpee had to endure, they would endure. It was the least they could do. Though it was hard. Quite possibly the hardest thing they had ever done. But they would keep doing it until they could find a way to get Whumpee out of there. One way or another.

"Let me hold you, Whumpee," Caretaker had whispered to Whumpee as Whumper shoved them off the torture table. They had held their arms open to Whumpee as Whumpee crawled towards them, sobbing with each movement. "Shhhh, shhhh, I've got you. You're safe here, Whumpee, I've got you," Caretaker said as they wrapped their arms around Whumpee.

Whumpee sobbed wordlessly as Caretaker held them. Held them and rubbed soothing circles on their back. Held them and murmured comforting words in their ear. Held them because that was the only thing that could be done.

Once Whumpee fell asleep, Caretaker allowed the tears they had been holding back free. They sobbed as they sat there in the stone cold dark hoping that they could find a way out soon, for Whumpee's sake.