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demonichikikomori · 25 days

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Yan Rook sneaking in the shower to fuck the prefect cause he saw her taking off her clothes from the window?

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Yan!Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.2k+ Tags: NonCon/Shower Sex/Blood

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Holy smokes babe. This is pretty based of you. Delicious Yan!Rook? On my Tumblr? Yeah, I sure hope so. I actually think even in canon, Rook would have yandere tendencies. I will never forget the first time I saw his dorm room. Ever. Also, I got two of these, and I'm guessing it was you who sent both!! So, I'm using this one since it was the first one I got. I hope you enjoy it!~!

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You weren’t sure why, but ever since you started living in Ramshackle… You felt like you were being watched. Only at night. You asked Grim about it, he assumed you were being a scaredy-cat since the dorm was just super old. The ghosts would tell you that maybe it was just your imagination. And maybe it was. As you undressed for a quiet night alone, you stepped into the shower to wash your stress away.

“Grim.. I dunno… I just feel like something is wrong today.” You sighed and lifted the window, sticking your head out to peer into the pitch black forest. “It’s because we have our alchemy exam tomorrow. That’s what’s makin’ you all paranoid.” Grim attempted to comfort you with his little gray paws petting at your leg as you continued to stare out into the woods. It was late, the moon was peeking out over the trees as you stood in your bedroom. As your fingers tightened around the windowsill, your stomach began to sink. You felt like something- no. Someone was staring back at you.

This was something you’ve felt before. Ever since you had started staying in Ramshackle. And for the last four months the anxious feeling had only intensified. You had confided in the ghosts who offered to scout the property, but they hadn’t seen anything worth reporting. They told you it must be nerves from staying in the environment. You pulled away from the window and pushed it shut with a small sigh. Your heart was pounding against your ribs, the anxiety left your hands shaking. “I think you’re right Grim… I’m… I’m gonna take a shower.” You murmured as the monster pulled away from your leg with a fanged smirk. “That’s the spirit! Ain’t nothin’ to be worried about!” His tail swished as you drew the curtains shut and crouched to rub Grim’s head lovingly. You appreciated his attempt to comfort you, after all, Grim was the only friend you really had.

Grim curled up under the blankets with a yawn, heading to bed early while you got ready to shower. You made your way to the bathroom to wash away your worries with your towel and pajamas draped over your arm. That feeling was just stress knowing you had an exam tomorrow. No one was stalking you in the forest. That was silly. It had to be an animal. A rabbit species only existing in Twisted Wonderland. Yeah, that was it.

The sound of rushing water was comforting in comparison to the terrifying silence from before. You undressed slowly, occasionally glancing out of the bathroom window with a friend. The feeling of being watched returned. It sent a freezing chill down your spine as you removed your shirt, sheepishly turning your back to face the window. You didn’t have a curtain up since the window faced the lush trees and foliage. The only peeping toms out there were birds and bugs. And yet, you had a looming feeling that something was off.

Like Grim said, it could just be nerves making you paranoid. You hesitated before grabbing the hem of your bottoms and slipping them down your thighs. With a careful bend of your body, you tossed them aside with a sigh. The feeling of being watched was gone again. You looked around the bathroom, neatly folding your pajamas on the edge of the sink and leaving them as the steam from the water fogged the bathroom mirror. You just needed to wash away your worries. That’s all.

You nudged aside the flimsy curtain, frosted in white film to hide you from those who may enter. Such as Grim when he needed something from you and managed to open the door with magical assistance. The warm water pelted your skin like delicate pats hoping to massage your fears away. You reached for your shampoo first with your once racing thoughts melting away. Sudsing up your hair as you thought about your exam tomorrow. You really didn’t have anything to worry about. You were passing the class with flying colors, it was Grim who was struggling. But, you usually would help him with tests anyway since the two of you made one student. You smiled to yourself as you rinsed your hair clear of soap and reached for your conditioner. If anything, you could always ask Ace and Deuce for help before classes started. They weren’t exactly smarter than you, but you were friends. If they got some of the same answers you did then you knew you were solid for the exam.

“Maybe I am just being paranoid… It’s just the woods… It’s nothing.” You mumbled to yourself while scrubbing the conditioner into your hair and proceeding to wash it away after. Living in a new environment can be scary for many people. You weren’t immune to natural fears like monsters in the closet or ghosts wandering the halls. Your eyes widened and you felt your face start to burn.

Malleus usually would take late night walks around Ramshackle. Maybe that was him watching you? Your arms wrapped tightly around your wet body as a form of comfort. No way… Malleus wouldn’t spy on you like that. Usually he would make his presence known by standing by the gate, politely requesting that you join him for a walk. He wouldn’t ever hide in the forest like that. Would he? The sound of the door opening caused you to lift your head and snapped you away from your thoughts. “Grim? Ugh- I told you to knock before you enter. Or at least say something.” You groaned in annoyance and allowed your arms to fall to the side.

However, the steps towards the tub sounded much heavier than Grim’s. Like heavy boots. The lack of response sent an electric current of fear down your spine as you began to shrink towards the back of the tub. Your back now pressed against the white tile as you nervously covered your chest with your hands. “… Grim?” You called out weakly for the beast. But you knew it wasn’t him on the other side of the curtain.

A shadow loomed on the other side of the frosted white curtain. Your throat constricted, holding back a shriek as the person on the other side began to noisily undress. No. No, no, no. Your bottom lip trembled and you mustered up a scream, calling out for Grim or for the ghosts to come and rescue you. Your eyes were wide in terror as you stared at the man who had shoved aside your thin shower curtain. A knife was now pointed at you as the assailant wore a sweet smile. “Non, non! There is no need to shout.” It was Rook Hunt. “I apologize, mon Trickster. I wasn’t happy with admiring from afar anymore. Seeing you so frightened… It wounded my heart!” He shook his head, his usual blond bob was pulled back into a short ponytail. He was shirtless, his top discarded to the floor as he continued to undress using a single hand. The knife remained pointed at your own bare body.

“You… You were watching me?” You whimpered fearfully and he chuckled with a wide smile. “Oui!~!” Rook kicked off his heavy, tan boots and slipped off his socks by only using his feet. “I have been watching you since we met. Seeing you every night was my personal ritual before I could seek peaceful rest at night.” He explained kindly as his pants had started to slip down his muscular thighs. “Seeing your pretty expressions you haven’t shown anyone else... Watching you undress and shower, seeing the way you would pleasure yourself late at night…” He trailed off with a soft shade of red painting his cheeks. His tongue swiped over his upper lip as he moved closer to the tub. The look in his murky green eyes left you shaking with fear as you cowered in front of him. You looked past Rook and towards the door with tears pricking your eyes. Why wasn’t Grim coming? Where are the ghosts? Didn’t they hear you scream?

“Th… That’s very nice Rook… I’m flattered.” You croaked with a trembling smile, struggling to fight the urge to cry. Your eyes darted back to the long hunting blade only centimeters away from your jugular. Each swallow would cause the tip of the blade to tickle your skin. In the most unpleasant way possible. “B-But there’s no need to join me! I was actually just getting out!” You flashed an anxious smile, seeing the blond man start to pout. It was terrifying. “Why, there is no reason to be embarrassed.” He sighed with a shake of his head, sliding a finger into his boxer briefs and inching them down his hips. “You have not yet washed your body. I only wish to observe you up close. You usually use oatmeal soap, with honey extract for your skin. It’s a wonderful choice! Roi du Poison would approve.” This conversation was abnormal.

Rook Hunt has broken into the one place you could call home, and is now holding you at knife point. He was undressing, and planning to step into the shower with you. This isn’t right. “Th-Thank you Rook. But… I think I want to get out of the shower.” Your voice was meek as his dark colored briefs were kicked aside, and he pulled off his hat, leaving it on the edge of the sink. Neatly placed on top of your pajamas.

“You may, after I’ve showered as well.” He cooed and stepped into the ceramic tub. You were trembling now, the sound of your heart beat violently against your eardrums as he kept the knife pointed at you, and pulled the curtain shut. His green eyes scanned over your naked body as you used your hands to cover your most delicate places. It was humiliating to have Rook stare at you like this. The rushing water bounced against his once dry skin as he reached back, and grabbed your soap for you. “I would like to watch you bathe. Do not let me distract you.” He beamed as your shaky hands grabbed the bottle of soap.

If you had an opening, you could hit Rook with it and run. But with the knife so close to you, you couldn’t risk it. “Where’s Grim?” You asked fearfully as the blond chuckled at your question. “Monsieur Hirsute is sleeping heavily. He won’t be waking up for a while.” Rook assured you as you awkwardly fumbled with the cap to the soap. That would imply that Grim was dead. Or hopefully just drugged to remain asleep for a few hours. “The ghosts didn’t see you?” You asked as the hunter tilted his head. “They are gone for tonight.” You felt a stone sink in your stomach when you realized you were truly on your own for this. No one would be coming to save you.

You swallowed down a sob as you poured some of the tan colored soap into your palm. Your arms were shaking and you felt like time had started to slow to a stop. You felt sick. “Why don’t I assist you?” Rook offered and you vigorously shook your head in refusal. But it was clear the blond wasn’t going to take your no for an answer. He placed his knife in your metal shower caddy, and took the soap from you. He poured it in his palms with a smile before returning the bottle to its original place. “N-No. Don’t touch me.” You snapped weakly, before Rook roughly grabbed you by the wrist and held you against his wet body. Soapy hands rubbed gingerly over your body as you squirmed in his touch with your eyes now squeezed shut. The glide over your breasts and subtle pinch of your nipples. How he soaped up your arms down to your waist and hips. You clenched your jaw tightly, attempting to get away as a hand slipped between your thighs. “Ohh, my dear Trickster. You need to be cleaned. You mustn't struggle.” He cooed as if he was trying to subdue an animal afraid of the soap and water.

It was laughable.

“Let me go Rook please. I’m sorry- I really am. I don’t know what I did-” He shushed you from above as his soapy fingers began to stimulate your clit. Pulling back the sensitive hood as you shook in his hold. You wanted to scream for help. You wanted to suddenly possess intense strength to fight Rook off of you. “This place needs to be cleaned.” Rook's voice dropped to a whisper as he rubbed delicate circles with his calloused fingers against your clit. The stimulation made your pussy flutter, betraying your feelings of disdain towards Rook. If you let him do this, he would be satisfied and leave. Right? You tried to force yourself to relax. Leaning against his muscular body as he stroked and touched your pussy.

Your face burned in embarrassment as he chuckled again. “This is how you like being touched. Oui?” He asked and you gave a short nod. Rook had been watching you touch yourself, so naturally he knew how you liked it. “I haven’t seen you with anyone else in an intimate way other than yourself. Are you nervous mon Trickster?” The question pushed tears into pricking your eyes. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were relieved to see the horrible world around you had been blurred. But the relief was short lived as Rook slipped a finger into your tight gummy walls. Slowly pushing deep inside of you as your body tried to force him out. You tensed up and gave another short nod. Nervous could not describe the terror you felt. “Please let me go.” You wailed softly as tears rolled down your face. Hidden by the shower water bouncing off of Rook's pale skin and onto you.

He did not respond. Instead, he pumped his finger slowly, crooking it into a sensitive spot inside of you that made you yelp and your knees buckle. When you leaned against Rook for support, you looked down to see his erect cock. Flushed at the tip, long and thick. Twitching with excitement only centimeters away from your hip. It hung heavy between his muscular thighs as your stomach dropped in fear. A scream started to bubble up in your throat as you started squirming again. “Let go of me!” You raised your voice, smacking and punching at Rook’s chest in terror. But the man was unphased. He only frowned with a soft tut of disappointment that you were resisting so much.

The ground beneath you suddenly vanished when his finger was pulled from pleasuring your pussy. You thrashed until your back was pressed firmly against the wet shower tile and you were folded in half with Rook pinning you from the front. His strong arms locked you into the position, keeping you folded with his elbows under your knees. You wanted to scream. You wanted the ghosts to come back and save you. You wanted Grim to poke his head into the bathroom, even though you told him a million times not to without announcing himself. “Rook no… Please- I won’t tell anyone…” You sobbed against his shoulder. Your face was hot at the feeling of your hole flexing, begging for him to push inside. It was just a bodily reaction. You didn’t want this. You don’t want him to do this to you.

Rook hummed from above you, the wet, sticky tip of his cock nudged against your entrance as he adjusted himself against you. “Mon Trickster, je suis désolé. I did want to be intimate much longer but…” He trailed off, slowly rocking his hips against your soaking hole. “When you struggle, it turns me on.” The darkness in his voice made you whimper as he began to push inside of you. Stretching you with his thick cock as you punched and shoved at his slippery shoulders. You felt like you were being torn in half. The dull pain made your toes curl and you shook and squirmed. It only got Rook to slide deeper inside of you. “You can take all of me. I know you can.” The blond cooed with a small stutter of shallow thrusts, before his strong hips snapped against you. He was balls deep. Twitching and throbbing inside of you as the two of you remained still and connected in the most vulnerable way.

It made you sick. You sobbed against his shoulder, giving up and falling limp as Rook’s cock stirred inside of you. Deep inside of your womb, the illusion of being buried within your sensitive intestines where your body would mold itself to the shape of his thick shaft. You hated the feeling. Even if your nipples were hard and sensitive, brushing against his as he pressed his body firmly against yours and began to roughly pound into you. Stimulating your body in more ways than one. His fluffy blond pubes scratching your twitching clit with each wet smack, and the way he forced your body to fold in half for him to penetrate you deeper and deeper. You hated your body for accepting him and the things he did. You hated Rook for doing this to you. A strangled wail left your throat when his cock began to pound into your cervix. His mushroom shaped tip jamming against the bundle of nerves made your stomach ache with pain as you struggled against him. Unable to move as you begged him to stop. He only laughed at your cries of pain. Deeper. Harder. Rougher. His grip on your body was painful and the way his hips smacked into yours you thought you would get bruises. Your pussy clenched around his cock from the pain, making him groan in pleasure as he mumbled into your ear sweet nothings in a language you didn’t understand.

He pulled away from your ear and forced his lips against yours. The disgusting feeling of his tongue rubbing against yours made you cringe as you snapped your teeth together. The taste of iron flooded your mouth as Rook pulled away, pounding harshly into your body with a teeth filled smile. His once pearly whites were coated in a sheet of blood that dripped down his lips and chin and onto your body. His cheeks were even redder from pleasure. He liked it. He liked that you bit him out of defiance. He said nothing as his hips slowed and he adjusted you on his cock. You sobbed again as he forced his hips against you, reaching even deeper somehow as your body shook from pain. You wished he would cum already, or at least you would faint first. He continued to babble with excitement, his tongue continued to bleed as he stared down at you with a crazed expression. The violent twitch and throb of his cock made you feel ill as you knew what was going to happen next. “Je t’aime… Ohhhh I love you mon Trickster…” He whined as his thrusts became sloppy, and finally stuttered to a stop deep inside of your twitching walls. Your nails dug into his flesh as he left you pushed against the wet tile with his muscular body. You winced with each throb of his cock deep inside of you. You could feel Rook’s thick load of sperm began to seep out of your abused hole with hot, messy, pearlescent strings. It disgusted you. A weak sob trickled from your throat and you shook your head sadly against him. “Beauté, mon Trickster!~!” Rook huffed happily against your ear. His grip was like iron as you continued to fall limp against him. “The night is still young. I still haven’t had my fill of you.” The sound of his voice made your stomach churn as tears rolled down your face. You decided it would be best to succumb to your fate as Rook Hunt’s prized prey.

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anime-lover-mooncake · 1 month

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"YOU TORTURED MY LITTLE BROTHER!"

@whattimeisitfic I promised more fanart so here it is!

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darthglowstick-art · 6 months

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Got bit by the knivio bug, what can I say

1: post trimax sillies

2: piercer knives with baker LR

3-5: avian AU

#digital art #my art #trigun #avian au #piercer baker AU #trigun fanart #millions knives #livio the double fang #razlo the tri punisher of death #knivio #tw blood and injury

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fromthemouthofzabe · 14 days

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Super excited to share this work that I created as a part of the @obiwanwhumpminibang alongside with the lovely artist @lucidlikesthings. This has been a super fun event and I’m excited to participate again in coming years!

(Also - if you don’t read the fic at least check out the art - it’s INCREDIBLE!)

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Grievous | Qymaen jai Sheelal, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Dooku | Darth Tyranus Additional Tags: Whump, Obi-Wan Kenobi Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Restraints, Minor Character Death, Many (very) minor characters die sorry, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Electrocution, Burns, Dismemberment, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective CC-2224 | Cody, owmb2024, obi-wan whump mini bang 2024 Summary:

After a desperate, drawn-out siege, Obi-Wan is forced to surrender to separatist forces in order to save what is left of his men. As a captive of General Grievous, Obi-Wan tries his best to keep his men safe – and his spirit intact.

#owmb2024 #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan whump #whump #ao3 fanfic #my writing #codywan #tw torture #tw blood and injury #tw imprisonment #fandom events

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sotvtaughtmehowtofeel · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 8: “Why won’t it stop?”

Fandom: Prospect (2018)

Relationship: Cee and Ezra

WC: 1182

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beth--b · 1 year

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match made in heaven

Steve gasped as Eddie poured rubbing alcohol over the bat bites that littered his torso. The biggest were still sluggishly bleeding, several smaller bites already clotting.

"You need something to bite down on Stevie?" Eddie asked, eyebrow raised at the younger man.

Steve muttered something that sounded an awful lot like 'I'll bite you' which made Eddie snort, triggering a laugh from Steve that quickly became a pained groan.

"Alright that's enough lip outta you."

Eddie waited for Steve to settle back onto the bed then pulled the first aid kit. Steve had never been more grateful of the fact that after the second time around with the Upside Down he had made sure to buy the best first aid kit he could get his hands on. To his credit, Eddie only hesitated a moment before opening the suture kit.

"You sure about this?" Eddie asked, gesturing vaguely at Steve then back to the suture kit. "I won't be offended if you would rather I get Robin, or maybe Wheeler?"

Steve just shook his head, "Robin would puke or pass out. Nancy…well I just don't really want to go there. If you can't though-"

"No no, it's fine, it's fine. It's just this is gonna hurt a whole lot sweetheart, and you know these are gonna scar."

read it on ao3 here

Steve just nods, tries to take deep breaths. The adrenaline that kept him moving until they made it back to his house had well and truly worn off, leaving him hurting and shaking. He had the vague notion that he may be going into shock.

Eddie seemed to realise this too, his eyes growing wide for a moment before he seemingly steadied himself. Pulling a throw blanket from the bottom of the bed, he covered Steve as much as he could then went to wash his hands again.

Steve lost time while Eddie stitched the two worst bites, one on each side of him. He tried to focus on anything else but he had been dragged under the lake to the Upside Down, almost been eaten, then spent hours running for his life. If a few tears escaped his closed lids neither he nor Eddie were going to mention it.

Eventually Eddie finished. He put gauze on the wounds, helped Steve sit up enough to wrap bandages around him, then helped lower Steve back to the bed. Steve was shaking again and Eddie silently pulled the blanket back up, tucking it under his chin.

Steve may have fallen asleep, or he might have finally passed out, he really couldn't have said. He had a vague impression of a hand running through his grimy, sweaty hair though as he passed into true unconsciousness.

Xxx

Steve woke in pain but at least feeling a little less wrecked and Robin was there. She helped him to the bathroom and stayed outside, rambling about something while he showered. He wanted to stay there forever. Knew they had a job to do though So after letting the hot water run down his battered body until he ached a little less, he quickly washed away the dust and blood and got out of the shower. Let himself lean on Robin to get downstairs, followed her to the living room where everyone else was camped out, planning.

He was a little surprised, but not unpleasantly so, when Eddie joined him on the couch.

"Doing alright there Stevie?" he asked, leaning in close, voice low.

Steve felt his heart skip a beat at 'Stevie' falling from Eddie's lips, quickly brushed it off and nodded, "Yeah, yeah thanks man for putting me back together. I'm sure that's not what you expected to be doing today.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, "Come on, like I expected to be doing any of this shit."

"Very true. If it's any consolation I wish you hadn't been dragged into all of this."

"Well nothing to do about it now. let's just take this asshole out and get our lives back yeah? Gotta keep Max and all my little sheep safe after all."

"I suppose so. Still, thank you."

Eddie reached out and squeezed Steve's knee for a moment before pulling away, turning his attention back to the plan being hatched around them.

Xxx

When they had gone back to the Upside Down, to face Vecna and try to end things. Steve had a bad feeling. He didn't like that they were split up. He knew Nancy, Robin and himself needed to be the ones going after Vecna. Eddie had been through enough, Dustin wouldn't stay behind and Steve would rather he be with Eddie than have Henderson pull some stupid stunt like following Steve to this hellish version of the Creel house. But he was worried. He was terrified of the fact that Max, Lucas and Erica were essentially alone in a town that was on a manhunt for not just Eddie, but anyone linked to Hellfire. They needed to move fast.

Things didn't go according to plan, but Vecna was certainly very fucking hurt, if not gone. Steve grabbed Robin and Nancy and hauled them along behind him, getting out of the house, back to Dustin, to Eddie, back to Hawkins and the kids at their worlds version of this tainted house.

Then Dustin holding Eddie's lifeless body, blood, so much more blood than should be outside of someone's body. It needed to be inside. He couldn't lose Eddie, he was just getting to know him, to like him. Was pretty sure there was a spark of something between them but there'd been no chance to explore it.

He pulled Dustin away and into Robin's arms. Blocked everything else out and used the skills he had learnt as part of the swim team to begin CPR. He directed Nancy to apply pressure to the worst wounds on Eddie's torso and got to work.

When Eddie took a breath, Steve almost sobbed with relief. He couldn't let himself though, had to move fast.

With Nancy's help and probably a lot of adrenaline and ignoring his own, probably turn sutures, they get Eddie through the gate.

Everything after that is a blur.

They get to the hospital, Nancy goes to leave and check the kids only for them to arrive in an ambulance. Lucas is beat to hell, Max has what appears to be a broken leg, though Erica at least seems largely unharmed.

There are people asking questions and Steve starts to panic. Eddie is a murder suspect. Did Steve save him only for him to end up going to prison?

Finally a face he recognises. The doctor from Hawkins lab, Owens? Steve just hoped he knew what was happening, knew Eddie was innocent.

He must have known something because soon they had all been gathered into a different waiting room and the Hawkins lab doctor, Owens, yes he said that was his name, was giving them an update.

Max had broken her leg in two places, was in surgery. She would have pins in her leg while it healed and had several months of recovery ahead of her but would be fine eventually.

Eddie was in surgery to repair the damage caused by the bats. He had needed a blood transfusion, wounds needed stitching. He wasn't out of the woods yet though.

Apparently El had been with Owens getting her powers back. She had taken off, but clearly whatever they'd done worked and she was helping them somehow during the fight with Vecna.

Steve was finding it harder to concentrate. He knew he was sitting, but he had a feeling he was going to fall anyway. He reached for Robin in the chair beside him and she turned to him, brows furrowed in concern.

"Steve?" she asked softly.

Steve just shook his head. He was definitely going to fall.

"Rob 'm I fallin'?" Steve asked, vision whiting out. He heard a muffled yelp from beside him and then all went dark.

Xxx

When Steve woke the first thing he heard was beeping.

After long minutes laying still and listening to the rhythmic beep he finally cracked his eyes open, closing them immediately and hissing in pain at the bright overhead lights. He brought a hand up over his face with a groan and felt a twinge of pain as something in his hand tugged.

"Stop moving dingus," Robin said, grabbing his hand and carefully lowering it back to the bed.

"Rob?" he tried to ask, voice hoarse and cracking. He forced his eyes open to look at her, needed to see her face.

She understood anyway. Of course she did. She knew just what he was trying to ask even as the questions went unspoken.

"They're ok Steve. You are all here on the same ward, courtesy of secret government agencies, and the only people who are here know the truth already. Max is out of surgery, everything went well. Eddie too. It was touch and go for him for a little while there but he's good. He even woke up for a few minutes before, he's back asleep now but that's normal apparently after severe blood loss. When you are up to it you can see them both, just a curtain away," she indicated the currently closed curtain beside his bed.

She rambled a little longer, explaining more about how Jason had gone after Lucas and Max at the Creel house, how there had been a minor earthquake in Hawkins when all the shit had gone down in the Upside Down. Jason had been knocked out and the kids had escaped, managed to call for help.

It seemed he had passed out, his bites had gotten infected, stitches popped when he was helping to get Eddie out so he'd also been losing blood. Apparently infection, blood loss and exhaustion we're not a good combination. He had slept all night plus half the day and the IV in his hand was pumping him full of antibiotics and fluids.

As Robin spoke she had helped him sip some water, he didn't need the fluid but his mouth was so dry he had never enjoyed a cup of water more. It didn't take long before he felt his eyes slipping closed again.

Robin pressed a kiss to his forehead and told him to rest. He couldn't have done anything else even if he had tried.

Xxx

The next time Steve woke up the room was only dimly lit and Robin was gone.

He felt tired, but not as fuzzy and weak as he had earlier. Antibiotics must be working.

He sat up slowly, pressing a hand to his aching midsection as everything pulled and hurt. He stifled a pained whimper, not wanting to bother anyone else who may be sleeping.

"Easy there Stevie," came Eddie's voice, barely above a whisper.

Steve hadn't even registered that the previously closed curtain was now open. He turned too quickly to meet Eddie's gaze and groaned in pain, action aborted as he slowed until he could turn with minimal pain.

When he finally felt able to, he looked Eddie over, most of the metalhead was covered in blankets but he could see his normally animated face, now calm and pale. His brown eyes though were warm and alive. He was alive.

Steve tried to reach out, to touch, but only caused himself pain.

"Settle Steve. I'm right here. Max is over the other side of the room. We all made it. Well maybe some of me got left behind in the bellies of the beasts," Eddie paused and Steve groaned at the terrible line, "But here we are. Thank you Steve. Robin told me you saved me. So thank you."

Eddie seemed on the verge of falling asleep again, Steve just nodded at his thanks, he wasn't good at accepting thanks.

"Hey Eddie?" Steve asked softly, unsure if he'd even get a response.

A mumbled 'hmm?' came from the other bed.

"You know, those bites are gonna scar."

Even half asleep Eddie seemed to follow Steve's train of thought.

"We're gonna match," he mumbled, sounding pleased though exhausted.

"Yeah, we're gonna match," Steve replied, the hint of a smile on his lips.

He watched Eddie until he was sure he was asleep, only then did he close his own eyes and allow himself to rest.

He wasn't sure where things would end up with Eddie, but at least now he'd be able to find out

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respondedinkind · 7 months

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@sxbaist asked: “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” [Blood & Bruises Injury Starter Meme]

He's outdone himself; This hurts much more than it did last time, and Khan supposes it will only become worse every time he's lead back into that room - brought there for research purposes, as that Admiral dares to call the procedures done to him.

The audacity of naming his fun little experiments such almost makes Khan laugh, somewhere inside himself; All he can do is cough, however, which makes his head hurt so much he thinks he's going to cough up his own stomach, which thankfully does not happen.

There's just blood dripping from his bottom lip - some comes from somewhere inside his mouth, perhaps deeper than that, while the rest escapes him in a steady trickle from both of his flared nostrils.

"---I am okay.", is what he says, standing on his two feet as their gazes meet. Vega, who's been waiting within their cell, is still here - and as much as Khan wished she wouldn't be, but being free instead, her sight eases his mind. He's thankful to have her, to have someone who can relate, even if it means she has to suffer through the same shit.

He will kill him, one day. With his own, bare hands. Smash his skull with his palms, slowly so, while making him scream and cry for his own mother as the pain of bone being squashed infiltrates the whole of his cursed, disgusting existence.

Khan swallows, then spits dark red saliva onto the floor; He makes a few more steps, just needs to reach his cot where he can take a seat. It's not too far, just a bit further---

She catches him before his leg gives out completely; Vega is strong, she can hold his sudden weight, and sometimes Khan just forgets about how powerful she actually is.

"I can---" he starts. I can do it, is what he wants to say. Yet his sentence doesn't get finished, interrupted by him biting his own bottom lip, his face scrunched up in a wave of pain that crashes through his being. They make it, somehow end up at the other side of the room where he finally sits, taking weight off of his feet with another breath that escapes him a bit more forceful than he would like it to.

His chest hurts, so do his legs - and his brain. Tissue that's not supposed to hurt, as it does not hold any pain receptors; But it's different for his kind, the ones who possess a powerful mind that Marcus wants to explore with an eagerness that won't make him refrain from using questionable methods.

Blinking, Khan looks up, lifts his head to meet his companion's gaze. He simply gazes at her, his eyes saying "Thank you" without him needing to voice those words out loud.

"---One day.", is what he croaks, voice rattling within his throat. "---One day, It will all come to an end."

Marcus needs to die - and he will. One day.

#sxbaist #Verse -> Main #tw blood and injury #tw hinted at torture #(I apologize for this)#(for me... indulging?)#(sounds wrong but yeah)#(because we talked about them going through this together :') )

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bunnakit · 5 months

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hurt/comfort prompt 11 with gumpayok pretty please <3

hurt/comfort prompts 🌸

“You’ve been doing so well, yeah? Stay with me.”

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"Hia!"

Oh, there was nothing that could put his heart in his throat and settle dread in his stomach like hearing his name called the moment the garage door rattled open. He immediately stood from the couch, nearly upending the laptop that had been settled in his lap, his quick reflexes saving the poor thing as he set it down on the makeshift table. Before they even reached his eye line Gumpa grabbed the first aid kit from one of the shelves and set it on top of the closed computer.

"Careful, almost there." Gram's voice shook and Gumpa could hear the sound of dragging feet just before they came into view.

Oh. Oh that was a good amount of blood.

"What happened?" He asked, immediately helping shoulder Yok's weight and settle him prone across the cushions. He tried to keep his voice neutral, away from accusatory. He was sure it was an accident and he knew how susceptible Gram was to panic. (And so was he, but that would come later, behind closed doors.)

"There was a jump, he tripped and.. There was rebar and-" Gram stumbled over his words, swallowing hard and staring down at himself, shirt dappled in red.

"Yok? Hey sweetheart," Gumpa urged, gently cupping Yok's face with one hand as he slowly lifted his shirt. "Do you hear me?"

"Mm. Sorry, hia." Yok groaned, flinching away as the shirt peeled way with both fresh and dried blood.

"Hey, it's okay. These things happen." He whispered, eyes quickly assessing the damage and breathing out a sigh of relief. It'd just cut his side, just at the outside of his hip. A puncture would have been a different story entirely, something he could not mend here in the garage.

"Gram, go take a shower, alright? I've got him." Gumpa said as he stood and hurried over to a sink at the small tucked away kitchenette. He scrubbed past his wrists, beneath his nails, until he was sure his skin was rubbed raw before drying his hands and returning to Yok's side.

"You're doing so good, love. Stay with me, alright? This is going to hurt but you're going to be okay." He tried to offer a soothing smile as he tugged on a pair of blue gloves from the first aid kit. "I'm going to clean you up, it's going to hurt like a bitch but I have to, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine." Yok nodded, pressing his face against the couch cushion as Gumpa first flushed the wound with distilled water and then again with disinfectant. It was thankfully smaller than he expected, perhaps four or five stitches.

"So good, so good for me." he whispered before he prepared the curved needle and thick thread. "I've got a numbing cream here but it won't totally get rid of the pain. Do you want to bite down on something?" He asked as he resisted every urge to reach out and comfort Yok. He had to wait until the job was done, to keep his gloves as clean as possible.

"Belt." Yok whined and Gumpa swallowed his bile at the sound. He had never wanted to hear these sounds again after that damnable day in the van.

"Of course." He peeled off his gloves, tossing them in the direction of the garbage before removing the belt from Yok's waist. The soft jingle reminded him of this morning, watching Yok dress in the low light of the bedroom as the sun peeked through the blackout curtains. He wished they were back there, curled up in bed, warm with sleep and the soft kisses they pressed to each other's lips.

"Here you are. We're almost done, just stay with me." He urged again, taking a moment to push Yok's hair from his face and drop a kiss to his forehead before tugging on a clean pair of gloves.

Gumpa made sure to focus closely on the stitching, the methodical in and out, rather than the occasional hiss or groan that sounded above him. He wish he could absorb the wound into his own body, take the pain and the blood and make it his own if only to spare Yok the experience.

He tried not to think of the matching scar across his other hip, painful constellations across a perfect form.

#al my beloved #again im so tickled both of these reqs were gumpayok #gumpayok #not me #not me the series #bunn writes #i feel so bad i have 2 prompts in my inbox from october #but theyre just for ships my brain is NOT cooperating with rn #tw blood and injury #tw wound tending

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