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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 6 months ago

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The Book of Yemoja

18+ mdni, please check master list for the content warnings

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Chapter 1: Noctilucous - shining at night.

I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime

Tell them, tell 'em, tell them the truth

I hope you find some paradise (tell them, tell 'em the truth)

Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell them your-

“Captain Price, I'm afraid that if you try to separate them too soon, Kyle may go into shock.” The psychiatrist tries to gently explain. “Not to mention the young woman that is with him.”

John stares at his pack's omega and he feels like a failure. They thought he was killed in action. Gone from them for good. He's ashamed that he was ready to write it all off despite Soap saying he could feel it in his soul that Kyle wasn't lost. He doesn't even try to pretend to be concerned about anyone else other than his Kyle. Yeah, it's nice that this woman managed to save him. What's not nice is the unhealthy codependency. They orbit each other, always within arms reach, growling whenever someone gets too close. When one sleeps, the other keeps watch. They never eat at the same time or even eat the same food. John can't imagine what kind of hellish abuse happened to where neither of them will eat together.

Right now, both of them are lying on the bed. There are soft whispered words between the two of them. They lay in each other's arms, tracing soothing patterns on each other. Kyle has his back facing the observation window. He's hiding her. While Kyle was worse for wear when they found him, the girl was feral and extremely violent. It's clear that she's not all there, but there are moments where John swears she's clairvoyant and is always three steps ahead of the staff that has been tasked with watching them.

She counts a lot. She counts the amount of grapes in the bowl from their lunch. She counts the number of tiles on the ceiling and walls. She counts how many staff members pass the doorway window. John is sure she is keeping count of time, but he isn't sure how because there's no clock in the room, but she always makes sure she is up at each shift change.

“I guess she's stuck with us for now.” John sighs, turning away from the two way mirror.

I've been goin' through somethin'

One thousand, eight hundred and 55 days

I've been goin' through somethin'

Be afraid

Heat. Blistering itchy heat. Kyle wants to crawl out of his skin. It's so bad. The cold stone floor does little to give him relief. He imagines in his mind that Johnny will tease him. Nip at the bond mark on his neck, finger him open, and then slowly push himself into him. A sweet joining of flesh to prepare him for John and Simon. It would then be a week of non-stop fucking, and at the end he would he would be pleasantly sore.

“Suppressants aren't-” a voice says through the thick fog of his concussion and heat addled brain.

There's growling coming from above his body. A weight presses down on him, and it feels like when Simon lays on him. A weighted blanket that's growling and hissing. There's a clang and the sound of glass shattering. Pained grunts and muffled shouts.

“Fuck! Sedate-” another voice is yelling and it makes his head hurt. Then it's all quiet or he thinks it's quiet.

“You're okay.” A soft voice that sounds like it has swallowed rocks says to him. A warm hand touches him, and he hisses. “We'll get through this.”

He opens his eyes, and the splitting headache he has only gets worse. Her eyes are wild like a caged animal, hair a matted mess. Despite this, she gives the visage of a bright light shining dimly in the dark of night (he is delirious with pain and heat). He's about to close his eyes again, but she taps him on the cheek.

“Hey, stay up. You have to stay up.” She moves him and holds him close to her breast. “Are you in heat? How long does it last?”

“Six or seven days.” He manages to croak out. Promptly after everything becomes a blur and haze.

His body doesn't feel like it's his own, but his inner omega feels good. The heat in his body is still blistering, but right now, the edge is being taken off. He grips at the flesh of her hips as he rocks into her body. He almost never is on top. His own dick never really enters any of his alphas. It's always him on the bottom, so this feels different. She's got the smooth column of her neck bared, submitting to him fully. His body bends over her, and his hips work into her, trying to desperately find relief. His dick is covered in an obscene amount of her slick, and it's mixing with his own.

He whines, a guttural sound coming from his chest. He pants when he kisses her, bites at her lips, and shoves his tongue into her mouth. She sucks on his tongue and moans into the kiss. Her nails are bitten to the quick drag along his skin, and there won't be any scratches or welts on him. He still likes the feeling all the same. Somewhere in his mind he knows this isn't what his body of craving, he craves a knot, he desires to be ruined in the only way Simon can, to be choked and have his Captain’s beard leave a tingling feeling across his skin, to feel the jackhammer of Johnny's hips against his own.

This. Two omegas fucking. It feels like too needy pups that just discovered what sex was and didn't want to commit to the act with an alpha.

But fuck if it doesn't feel good. It feels wet. It feels hot. It feels like the frayed edges of his mind are being cooled. It feels good to dominate her body and flesh.

When his heat breaks on the last day, he finally is lucid. The two of them are in a tangle of limbs. Sweaty bodies pressed close together at the far side of their cell. They don't bother with clothes. The thin, scratchy blanket that covers them is enough for now. She keeps her back towards the cell door, and he faintly realizes she is trying to hide him.

“What's your name?” His eyes feel heavy with sleep. Voice raw from voicing his pleasure. “My name is Kyle.”

She is quiet as she stares back at him. He is a little unnerved by how she doesn't answer right away. Instead, a small smile graces her cracked lips, and he thinks about the dangers of dehydration. She has not, to his memory, drank enough water, and she certainly only allows him a few sips here and there. Her fingers trace over his cheekbones and lips. Hands cupping his face with reverence, almost like she can't believe that someone else is in here with her.

It's a long moment of silence, and he is drifting off to sleep now. “How many days has it been?” He asks. He is trying to get her to talk. One of the first things to go as a POW is sanity. Maybe hers is already gone?

“It's been two weeks.” She tells him. “They put it in the air…I'm sorry.”

“Hm?” He cracked open his eyes, “I just got here.”

“No. The suppressants and sedatives were put in the air when I wouldn't let them inject you.”

He lost time. A big mistake, a rookie one at that. He can already hear Captain scolding him. He takes a deep breath. The come down from his heat is pulling him under into sleep. He needs it so that he can figure out with a clear head on how to escape and get back to his pack.

Before his fitful sleep finds him, he hears her speak again.

“Call me Yemoja.”

Everybody grieves different.

I grieve different.

Huh.

a.n: hello everyone. I plan on making you all hurt in this one. Love you. 😘

Song: United in grief. Kendrick Lamar

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starconchs · 2 years ago

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: you contemplate gojo's existence on a roof, at night, alone (or so you think). wc: ~1.7k genre: mostly fluff, a tiny bit of angst at the beginning warnings: some jjk manga spoilers, talks about geto, talks about death i listened to "moon song" by phoebe bridgers while writing this so you could say it's loosely inspired

gojo satoru is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive.

that isn't an opinion, it's a fact so widely accepted that the higher-ups have begun sending him on increasingly dangerous missions. you're unsure as to whether it's an attempt to end his life or if they're just taking advantage of the fact that there is no curse strong enough to beat him.

a sigh escapes your lips as you lie down, your back pressed up against the ridged shingles of the school's roof. it's neither uncomfortable nor comfortable, but you don't know if it's because of the architecture or if you're just numb.

you've been feeling numb pretty often lately.

things have changed in the past few years. there's an emptiness that seems to live within you, created by geto's defection and somewhat filled in by the presence of fushiguro megumi. you hope that the more time you spend with him, the easier it gets.

(it's hard when he looks so much like his father).

you think about megumi in an attempt to stop thinking about gojo, and you wonder if he knows how it pains you to take the boy in. you also wonder if it's some sort of self-inflicted punishment for him; saving the son of the man he murdered. it sounds like something gojo would knowingly put himself through.

the moonlight is bright as you force yourself to focus on the sky, your eyes studying the stars scattered about in a weak attempt to locate the few constellations you know. you shut your eyes almost immediately, sucking in a deep breath as you remember it was geto who taught you everything you know about constellations.

you wonder if gojo thinks about him often. (you know he does).

there's a brief moment where you wiggle around uncomfortably before sitting up, your hair blowing in the soft breeze as you bring your knees up to your chest. sleep has been evading you for quite some time now, but it's always worse whenever gojo is gone. you claim your insomnia stems from a place of concern, but shoko argues that it's because you have some sort of codependent relationship with your blue-eyed friend. you wonder if she's right.

it isn't long until you notice his presence, and you know that he knows that you know he's there. he doesn't move for a few minutes, and neither do you, content to keep staring out at nothing. it isn't until a stronger breeze blows, making you shiver, that he finally comes to stand next to you.

"cold night," gojo comments, one hand in his pocket. there's a bundle under his other arm, and you barely spare him a glance as you answer.

"you're back early," you mutter, identifying the bundle as the woven blanket you tend to keep at the foot of your bed. "i thought it was a five day thing."

"you know how it is," he says in response. you hum in return because yes, you do know how it is for gojo. for him, a five day mission can be completed in a matter of hours if he really tries, and you're all of a sudden reminded of just how powerful gojo satoru is.

his birth changed the balance of the world and yet, the holder of the six eyes, user of the limitless technique, and master of infinity leans down to wrap a blanket around your shivering form. you feel his fingers brush against your arms.

you stare at him for a few seconds as he adjusts the blanket, the sunglasses perched on his nose making you frown. they look frighteningly similar to the ones he wore back then. you think they might actually be the same pair. there's little hesitation on your behalf as you reach out, gently grabbing them and plucking them off of his face. his eyes are trained on you the entire time, and without the protection from the sunglasses, you are forced to bear the entire weight of the stare from his six eyes.

as you stare into bright, endless blue flames, you think it's not so bad.

the satoru from back then was bright and bold, as unforgiving as the summer sun as he developed into a formidable sorcerer alongside his best friend. you think the one you're seeing now is more like the moon; still bright and impressive but just a little less intense. he's more bearable, slightly matured by the highs and lows of being a caretaker to a grumpy child, but just as out of reach as he has always been.

you presume geto's sun died the day he left.

nothing is said as gojo takes a seat next to you, his knee bumping against yours as he tries to mimic your position. next comes the brushing of his pinky finger against yours, and you wonder if something happened on his mission. the tenderness of his touches is unusual but not unwelcome. it's something you don't think you'll ever get used to.

"here," you say, unwrapping the blanket from around yourself and extending one arm towards gojo. he looks at you, bewilderment clear on his face. you don't do anything but send him a tired smile, motioning for him to scoot in even closer. "it's big enough for both of us."

gojo listens without complaint, pressing himself up against you until you're able to rest your head on his shoulder. there's something comforting about having you close, and he knows it's because you bring him a sense of relief that he doesn't think he's felt since geto suguru left him behind.

left both of you behind.

"do you think about him?" you ask, breaking gojo out of his thoughts. he stays quiet, but you know that he knows who you're talking about. you've started to avoid saying his name out loud but its all you can hear in your head as you wait for his response. geto, geto, geto.

it soon becomes abundantly clear that gojo refuses to answer, and you keep speaking in desperate hopes of trying to finally get rid of the emptiness you feel inside. you think that'll never happen.

"because i do," you admit quietly, your chest tightening as you trace random shapes on your knee. "i think about him all the time and i just wonder where i went wrong because we were so happy, satoru. i think about all those late nights where we stayed up with shoko, laughing and pretending for once that everything would be fine. we knew our lives were dangerous but when we were together it didn't matter because we were together."

gojo pretends not to hear the soft crack in your voice as you get increasingly louder, cutting yourself off with a gasp before taking a deep breath and continuing.

"why did he leave?" you ask quietly. your words ring loudly in gojo's ears and for once in his life, he doesn't have anything to say. "i keep thinking about that day and i don't get it. why didn't he come to us? there was no reason for him to have left us just like that, is there? i thought he loved us. i know he loved you. and i can't make sense of his actions wit--"

"is that what you've been losing sleep over? that's stupid, you shouldn't be concerning yourself over this. and he loved you too, y'know? a lot," gojo says softly, cutting you off before you can spiral even more. there's a pregnant pause as he reaches out, grabbing your hand and bringing it closer to him as he toys with your fingers. you look up at him when he intertwines his hand with yours, eyes widening when you see him already staring at you. his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb softly stroking the area right under your eye. you're sure your eyebags are looking worse than normal. "and so do i."

it takes you a moment to process his words, the silence growing as you think back to what he had said before initiating physical contact with you. when you realize what he has admitted, that he's in love with you, you feel your face begin to heat up under his hand.

"what?" you squeak, eyes wide as you watch his face. you see amusement dancing in his eyes, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly at your response.

"i am in love with you," he admits quietly, eyes darting down to your lips when they part open in shock. "and i would really like to kiss you right now."

gojo is rewarded with an answer when you lean forwards, your lips connecting in a clumsy kiss as you do your best to remain still on the roof. his hand disconnects from yours in favor of joining his other in cupping your face, deepening the kiss as he does so. your hands come up to grab onto his forearms, and you find yourself shifting onto his lap in an attempt to get even closer to gojo.

"in case it isn't clear, i'm in love with you too," you murmur softly once you've separated. your arms drop to wrap around gojo, and he lets go of your face in favor of hugging you close to him.

"well that's a relief!" he says in his usual teasing tone. it makes you happy to see him happy and for the first time in a long time, neither one of you are thinking about geto suguru in that moment. you giggle when gojo leans back, lying down on the roof as he forces you to cuddle him. you rest your face in the crook of his neck, letting your eyes drift close as he hums.

"you know you don't need to worry about anything, right?" gojo asks, his words uncharacteristically soft as he runs his fingers through your hair. "you have me, and i can do anything to keep you safe. in fact, i will to whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy and i hope you know i'd give you the moon if you really asked me to."

you snort at his cheesy words, your heart feeling lighter than it ever has as he joins you in your laughter. you lean up to press a kiss to his jaw before settling back into your previous position, wrapping the blanket more tightly around the two of you.

"i don't need the moon, satoru. i just need you."

he smiles.

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bluejeanstrash · 2 years ago

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vampires pt. 3 | pt. 2 | pt. 1

tags: 2.2k, vampire! seungcheol x human reader, 18+, mdni, dubcon, rough sex, toxic codependency, emotionally volatile seungcheol, degradation (verbal and physical)

weeks, maybe even a month had passed since you’d last seen seungcheol. you couldn’t tell — time didn’t really exist within the walls of the castle. though gone, his absence was everywhere. it was an absence that made your guilt grow day by day — the weight of which was now suffocating you. what if he’d found another? he hadn’t even called for you once.

the first time seungcheol had ‘called for you’, you thought he was going to kill you. vampires never met with humans alone. they would use the slaves in groups or out in public but seungcheol wanted to see you privately. maybe since he was the one who captured you and brought you here, he felt he had the right to have you all to himself.

since that night he would call for you occasionally, fucking you alone, and until he was satisfied. but that had all stopped. until today. you’d been summoned at midnight, your mind a complete mess throughout the day. you’re not sure why you feel so anxious — you haven’t even done anything wrong.

when it came to these nights, seungcheol had three simple rules:

one, you would be freshly bathed. he wanted you to be washed off traces of anyone else — coming to him pure, untouched.

two, your hair would be tied in a single braid — neat, out of your face.

and third, you would be dressed in a modest white nightgown with nothing underneath, giving him easy access to you.

he was very particular. he liked things pretty, even during his kills. he would bring his prey back to the castle, groom them, and then when they were perfect, he would ruin them. much like when a beautifully plated dish adds to its flavour.

the others were different — jeonghan preferred his prey to be scared, fear coursing through their veins tasted the best; joshua toyed with his food before he killed them, giving them hope they could escape before dragging them back; mingyu was impatient, devouring them too soon and regretting it after; and wonwoo was calm, until the bloodlust would hit him. his frenzied kills were a complete terror.

it’s midnight now as you stand infront of the door, frozen. you look down at the intricate door handle, running you fingers over the grooves to calm yourself down, and after taking a deep breath, you knock.

‘enter’ seungcheol’s voice makes your heart race. it’s been so long since you’ve heard it. you walk into the dimly lit room, the hue from the candles casting a warm glow over everything. as custom, you kneel in front of the fireplace, waiting with your head lowered. the room where you would meet was gorgeous albeit ostentatious. the ornate double doors opened to an opulently decorated room. to the right was a small longue area in front of a fireplace which was never lit; opposite it was a four-poster bed and adjacent to both was a writing desk, placed directly in front of the huge stained glass windows.

as you wait, you can feel seungcheol’s eyes on you, studying you intently from head to toe. you can hear his nails scrape the wooden desk, continuing to stare like he’s trying to find something wrong with you. but you look perfect. still, seungcheol feels a simmering rage within him.

he’d been furious ever since that day. how could you choose someone else? you were first and foremost, his, and for you to pick wonwoo was an insult he couldn’t allow. he’d thought after all this time he would feel differently, but he doesn’t. it was a mistake calling you here.

‘leave’ he dismisses you coldly but to his surprise, and annoyance, you don’t move. it’s foolish to defy him but you need to do something.

‘don't make me repeat myself’

‘master-’

‘get. out.’

‘master, please, i’m sorry’ you don’t know what else to say. you flinch at the sound of his chair being pushed back savagely. his steps are heavy and heated as he walks over, standing in front of you.

‘look at me’ you look up, meeting his eyes for the first time, feeling your cunt quiver.

‘you’re sorry? what exactly are you sorry for?’ he questions, finding it incredulous that you have the nerve to disobey him.

‘i’m s-sorry if i upset you’ seungcheol scoffs, circling behind you. he paces quietly, back and forth, as the seconds pass in complete silence, and then you feel a searing sting. hot liquid hits your skin, making you cry out in pain. ‘you think you, a human, have the power to upset me?’ his voice is dripping with disdain.

he holds the candle above you, letting the burning wax drip onto your supple skin, watching how it rolls down and hardens on contact.

‘master, t-that hurts’ you stutter. seungcheol didn’t get off on your pain, so why was he making you feel it? he suddenly snakes his hand around your throat, pulling you up ‘exactly. it hurts and you don’t have the power to do anything’

‘you don’t have any power’ he reminds you ‘you’re just a weak, pathetic human’ his grip tightens like a noose, fingers digging dangerously deep into your skin.

you gasp as he squeezes tight before releasing you. ‘so helpless’ he mutters, his heavy breath caressing the bare skin of your shoulder, and all of a sudden he lifts your dress up and bends you over. being this close to you after weeks apart, seungcheol can’t control himself. he unzips his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock, and enters you — your cunt that's already sopping wet for him.

it's embarrassing how easily he slips in, your arousal coating his cock instantly. he laughs ‘i haven't even touched you yet and you're dripping wet? pathetic’ despite his words, he loves it. he needs more.

‘stand up’ he orders, his hand back around your throat as he pulls you closer, your back arching off him. he pushes into you completely, your warm cunt gripping him tight and starts thrusting. seungcheol groans, his gaze suddenly fixated on your elongated neck — your skin is taut and tender — it’s perfect. you feel his fangs graze against your stretched neck before he bites, his sharp teeth puncturing your skin as two lines of blood trickle down your neck. you should be scared, you should. so why does it feel almost erotic?

seungcheol drinks from you, your blood seeping into the cracks of his hungry lips as his thrusts hit deeper, his cock throbbing inside you so rapidly. ‘fuck...i need more’ he breathes, teeth sinking in again. seungcheol has always been able control himself, never letting his bloodlust take over, but you taste so sweet, it takes all his will to pull away. he realises this is his privilege, only his, something no one else would be ever be allowed to do — drink from his prey for pleasure.

though he’s taken from you, it feels like he’s injected something far deeper into your veins. you feel bound to him. his presence is heightened — how good he feels inside you; stretching you open, filling you up. you can’t help but want more.

‘master, can i touch myself? please, you’re making me feel so good’ you beg.

he allows; your fingers on your cunt immediately, stimulating your clit.

‘y-yes’ you whine, needy little sounds spilling out with it ‘yes master…use me’ suddenly, he stops thrusting, keeping his hard cock inside you and asks,

‘who do you want to fuck the most hmmn? whose cock do you crave in your slave cunt?’ seungcheol growls, bringing back the very question that upset him, but this time he excepts the right answer.

‘y-yours master, i want you the most. i love getting fucked by my master’s cock’ he lets out a gruff moan at your words, pulling out and turning you around to face him.

there’s a flicker of uncontrolled lust in his eyes ‘what did you just say?’ you repeat your words to him but seungcheol’s stuck on just the two. my master — him belonging to you and you to him. he grabs you by the throat, squeezing lightly ‘what are you doing to me?’ he mutters, feeling painfully possessive of the idea. but then the memory of you spread open, pushing wonwoo’s cum inside you returns. you gasp as his grip tightens.

‘how did it feel, hmm? pushing wonwoo’s cum inside you? you didn’t look like you wanted to get fucked by me, you looked like a dirty fucking whore’ seungcheol’s eyes go dark. for the first time tonight you’re scared, desperate not to upset him further.

‘tell me’

‘i felt nothing master’ you lie ‘i imagined it was yours. i wanted your cum on my fingers…i only want your cum inside me’ seungcheol inhales sharply, high on your words. ‘take off your dress’ he commands as you pull it off quickly. he unbuttons his shirt, almost ripping it off and in a single breath grabs your waist and lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms draped around his neck. his cold skin is pressed to your warmth as he carries you across the room, pushing you up against the stained glass windows.

it’s much too intimate a position to be in with you but he doesn’t care; he wants you. he enters you slowly, filling you up with a deep sensual stroke. you whimper, feeling all of him inside you.

‘master..please fuck me’ and he does. seungcheol fucks you passionate, making sure every thrust touches your deepest parts, addicted to the soft mewls spilling out of you. he keeps his eyes locked on yours like he’s searching for something in them. you can see they’ve turned a deep crimson in the moonlight — the dreamy moonlight that’s hitting his pale, almost translucent skin so beautifully, his jet black hair and blood stained lips in striking contrast to it. you’re suddenly taken by his beauty, feeling overwhelmed. so you drop your gaze, unable to keep his.

‘no’ he commands ‘you will look at me while i fuck you’ he picks up the pace, thrusting harder.

‘you’re mine’ he breathes ‘you’re mine before anyone else’s. understood?’

he buries his face in your neck, his lips finding where he’d drank from earlier and starts sucking on that spot hungrily. your taste…he can’t stop craving it. as soon as he gets a little taste his thrusts turn animalistic, eyebrows pulled tight as he pounds into you, balls slapping against your cunt. you gasp, tilting your head back, giving him more access. ‘fuck’ his cock twitches inside you.

seeing you offer your body to him like this was intoxicating. ‘look at me’ he moans, his eyes back on yours. then for the very first time, he kisses you. his kisses are hard and messy, matching his thrusts. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, finding yours as your kisses deepen. you need him now and so you beg,

‘master, bury your seed inside me. p-please, i haven’t felt you in so long’ it’s sick honestly — your desperate words and the immediate effect they have on him. seungcheol’s pushed to the brink of orgasm, and for a split second, he feels himself losing all control. taking your life, draining you of your sweet nectar as he cums inside you would be euphoric beyond belief, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. instead, he says,

‘cum with me’ the words coming out of his mouth are unthinkable.

‘you’re going to cum with me’ it’s an order now, and you let yourself feel the pleasure that’s been building. his lips are back on yours, kissing you with untamed desire. ‘m-master, i’m going to cum’ you whine, clamping around his pulsating cock and feeling it take over you — it’s primal the way this pleasure feels. you press yourself against him and moan ‘master, make me yours’

‘f-fuck’ he curses, fucking you against the window so violently as he cums, shooting his seed inside you while you’re still consumed by your high. seungcheol groans and just keeps going, pushing all his cum deeper and deeper inside as if he’s trying to breed you.

‘thank you master..’ you breathe as his pace slackens, his final thrusts slow. there’s a stillness that sets in as his cock slips out of you, your legs unwrapping around him to find the floor. you’re suddenly aware of how eerily silent the castle is tonight. did anyone else hear? it feels too intimate a moment to share. or that's what you think. seungcheol steps away from you, a sudden coldness coming off him.

‘you may leave’ his words are firm.

the overwhelming high from the sex comes crashing down in an instant and those useless human emotions that wonwoo loves so much take over; you feel humiliated, you feel jilted, you feel used. and then you feel tears start to form, your vision blurring. you can't let him see you like this. you drop your gaze and start to walk away, your steps slow in hopes he’ll stop you. but why would he? only lovers stay the night, slaves are sent their way.

seungcheol watches you get dressed, suppressing the urge to pull you back to him. he can’t be attached to a human, that isn’t how it works. humans are disposable, meant to fuck and feast on. he can’t. you turn around and bow, catching his eye for a second and quickly look away. the door creaks open as he watches you leave. you feel like a mess as the door shuts softly, and behind it, so does he.

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christinesficrecs · 4 months ago

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do you have any recs where derek seems like a huge asshole but actually is in love/has a crush on stiles? as an example, my favorite fic is Cherry Pie by kaistrex

Mostly drawing a blank, but maybe these ones.

Cherry Pie by kaistrex (weishen) | 1.6K

Derek Hale is a dreaded customer at Beacon Hills Bakery, but perhaps he’s not as terrifying as Stiles has been led to believe.

Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain | 17.6K

“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”

“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”

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I was a child and he was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Stiles Stilinski—

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Enter Derek Hale, new junior agent at the Hale and Argent Agency. He’s the brooding, grumpy, extremely sexy literary agent who has been given Stiles’ option because he’s been late on a few deadlines.

Ok, maybe more than just a few…

He Takes His Coffee Black by BreenWolf | 16.8K | Mature

On the cusp of actual, responsible adulthood with no ambitions to his name, Derek Hale (soon to be Derek Hale, Master of Physical Therapy) is faced with the dishearteningly underwhelming notion of his future. For his final winter break, Derek returns home to his family's coffee shop where he spends the dry winter days filling aggravating orders for equally aggravating people and burning his hands with scalding milk.

It's the last place on earth he expects to find a kindred spirit, but some twitchy kid named Stiles-- with his simple order of one black coffee and a wry little grin-- turns out to be just that.

i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by bleepobleep | 10.5K

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he’s not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he’s ever wanted— except he doesn’t seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #pining!derek #miscommunication

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raviosrupees · 10 months ago

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My parent rates LU Link's based on first impressions

[warning foul language, mention of alcohol, and my parents very negative impression of Wars !!! note this is my parents impression based off of the LU concept sketches + descriptions. a lot of em aren't accurate]

TIME

Very God of War, Kratos. PTSD Link.

when all the others are hanging out he's in the cups. He fought the moon? Sounds about right. Everyone else is talking and goofing off and he's got the thousand yard stare.

No one talks about how he cant get a full nights sleep. Please let him nap. Maybe let the owl take a nap too.

*stares at him for a very long time, before taking a sip of mimosa*

TWILIGHT

blond hiccup [httyd] very viking. Humble? Hiccup. Animal whisperer? Does he have a dragon? he turns in to a wolf? good for hiccup. getting over a complicated relationship? ...... h-

OH HE HAS GOATS? I love goats! Love this guy.

WARRIORS

Ah, douchy paladin! Yeah he's got the hip flex, he knows he's the shit. Very prideful? Of course you are. Leader type? Women problems? Not surprised. [said they most wanted to punch this one]

"This one writes himself. On Reddit forums"

FOUR [their 3rd fav]

"eeny meeny hippy genie" They've got the weird flowy scarf hat, they're super tiny! Dwarf.. chaos gremlin-- No that's a changeling! I don't think that's actually a Link, I think they faked their way in. Not that I blame them, its a pretty cool crew to be a part of. Spy for the fae realm.

WILD

5th grade school photo link. He's really excited for his first day of school and has a planner for all of his classes.

Good at navigation? Kudos for being a good boy scout.

Her 2nd favorite.

WILD

"Legolas Link" he likes to run on snow, flip his hair back + forth and shit talk dwarves [changeling doesn't like that]

"takes any questioning of his princess too personally? Why are they questioning his princess in the first place? *squints* Why is he so upset? Feel like maybe we need some codependency therapy-

IDENTITY CRISIS DUE TO MEMORY LOSS???? oh no, there we go, the therapy- INSECURE? THE ONLY ONE THAT FAILED? Dude, I think douchy paladin needs to take him to therapy-, maybe it'll convince him to get some too.

Proceeds to go into a rant about his sheikah tech being called weird magic: "Why are they calling his magic weird? That's rude ! They need to have more open minds, no wonder he's insecure! He just needs to feel confident and supported in his new environment and they're not being very supportive right now!"

*orders another mimosa*

LEGEND [their favorite]

"We've got stoner wizard link..." "Which one?" "He's wearing red, and like a fancy staff with a ball at the end for walloping on people who say he's not a real wizard" He just smacks em and says duh yes I am, but usually he doesn't bother with it bc he's too chill.

He's the Millenial of the linked universe. "Chooses not to be a leader type? 'Nope, Im good, just here for a paycheck not a promotion. Some PTO would be nice. Another adventure? He'd rather start a commune"

"Seems unaffected by his adventures?" Uhh he is though. He's just delusional about it now.

HYRULE

Classic link [true] silent generation, nobody acknowledges him. "just happy to be included," mistaken as a hobbit.

"He's actually a traveler, never stays in one place" "Ah so post adventure Bilbo baggins, who wants to see mountains again."

*starts singing "the road goes ever on and on"*

SKY

Foppy link. Fabulous haircut, cape swooped over one shoulder with the gorgeous coloring, contrasting belt-- he knows color schemes way too well, he could be in project runway.

"Not the leader type? Sure he's too busy worrying about fabric swatches. Views the master sword as a blessing? Yeah, I bet he does."

Very confidently decided his Zelda is a beard.

#linked universe #lu time #lu warriors #my parent reacts #lu twilight #lu legend #lu four #lu wind #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu sky #eeny meeny hippy genie #some of these were incredibly accurate #some of them really werent #I'm so sorry warriors I'm going to make a case for you next time #he doesn't deserve that disrespect #legend of zelda

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ghostly-bat · 2 months ago

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jondami hc / au (adding to the Dr. Damian au)

So I've been listening to some of the song suggestions but the love me not by Ravyn Lenae song has been looping in my thoughts. I was thinking: while I hate the convoluted case of the volcano age up event but a way to keep it and smooth it over- keep the original age difference of 2-3 years, except the trip happens when Jon is 15 -> Jon is gone the whole summer, after everyone panicking and spending weeks trying to find him but to him, he's been stuck for 2 1/2 years. Damian has been going crazy especially, because thats his best friend & honestly it would be stellar if the timing of this concedes with the passing of Alfred, double whammy of two of his people are gone (supposedly)

Jon returns, now 17, and cue damian going into the fall season becoming as a college and both grappling their own griefs (Jon losing *two* years of his life. Damian grappling with the lost of Alfred and Jon, only to get Jon back). Damian taken time off from superheroing because losing his go-to partner and a grandfather figure too during his transition period of leaving the Robin mantle just... kinda made him freeze. He spent his summer, when not searching for Jon or mourning, throwing himself in volunteer work at a clinic-- discovering a new passion / distraction: working with people as Damian (Al Ghul) Wayne.

So anyways. Fall Semester. Jon always been bright, so its not that steep of an adjustment but he deciding on future and hanging around Damian as a result, bc his college campus is remote from the adults in their lives. Jon is also processing his feelings because previously he had this crush but now... it seems more possible. And this is where that song really inspires me? Jon trapped between being there as a friend, getting so many mixed signals (because Damian is starting to have feelings too but he's conflicted) and realizing that hm. Maybe this is #more?

And then its a slow burn. The two go through college, Damian speeding through to medical school, officially retiring from superheroing in his junior year. The two fight, forgive, date other people-- but theyre epitome "its hard to see you but I wish you were right here" yearners, so their relationships keeps failing. Jon picks up the Superman mantle as Clark begins his retirement transition. It's not until theyre in their mid 20s does their relationship takes off into the romantic.

Damian begins working at a clinic during his medical residency in an underprivileged area, becoming known in the area of his initiatives and quietly funding people's medical procedures who aren't covered by insurance. Jon visits often, and before long the two start rooming in the city -> oh my god they were roommates. Jon is doing his masters (i know people would say journalism but I was thinking Literature 🥹 with goals to be a college instructor in the future). Damian is the first confess and cue a much needed super kiss, lifting off the ground and all.

I have to flesh out more but 🙂‍↕️ these two would be the silliest will-they-wont-they, the kings of codependency even when they fight. Jon pouts like his mother but fusses about Damian and whether he eaten yet and maybe he should go pick up his favorite for lunch (but totally wont leave a nice little note and poem like he usually does >:(). Damian, when he's mad at Jon these days, is the master of silence treatment but... also he's doing little tasks that indicates he's still caring for him. Jon's suits are perfectly pressed. The kitchen is stocked with his favorite snacks. His papers and notes are neatly stacked, with the squeak in his chair fixed.

They both crack and apologize at the same time. Cue laughter and then a quiet "let's not do that again" 🙂‍↕️ they will argue again. They know they will. But in that moment, theres the relief of knowing the other wasnt actually mad and they missed each other SO much. This is during their slow burn era:)

!!?!! Anon if you ever write this I promise to give you one big fat kiss ugh! It's giving romcom and I'm seated 😤

#it's also so realistic too! I love everything about this!#ask #Jondami #damijon

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Title: Contingent.

Commissioner by the very lovely @pale-horse-writing.

Pairing: Yandere!Warrior!OC x Reader.

Word Count: 3.5k.

TW: Dub/Con, AMAB!Reader, Mentions of Blood + Gore, Obsessive Behavior, Codependent Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Mentions of Past Trauma, and Possessiveness.

He returned from the battlefield only minutes before sunset, bathed in golden light and backed by the crimson sky. From a distance, you could almost trick yourself into believing you didn’t recognize him, that you didn’t know why a masked man carrying enough weaponry to supply the better part of a legion would be approaching your ramshackle home, but you weary mind was not so yet exhausted as to slip so easily into such pleasant delusions. Maybe, one day, you’d be able to find that escape, to allow yourself a world without such gruesome rituals, but for now, you didn’t have the time to be so optimistic, so hopeful.

For now, you had to entertain Hidemasa – lest he find himself craving pastimes less wholesome than vying for your favor.

Today was a worse day than most to be so closely tethered to reality. Even from the stone steps of your cabin, you could see the fruits of his labor, make out the scarlet blood dripping from his blade and splattered across his bare chest. A jagged cut had been carved into his right cheek, visible above the grinning mouth of his wooden mask, but you saw no other injuries save for the bruises and scrapes he brought on himself with his relentless training. Even the cut, as ugly as it looked, had probably been his doing; either a blow taken deliberately or his own work, committed with the shattered sword of a fallen enemy when he realized the battle had left him unscathed. He was many things – brutal, manic, unyielding – but Hidemasa had never been exceedingly strategic. To him, injuries were tokens that could be traded in for your attention. The idea that there would be a wound you couldn’t bandage was as foreign as that of an opponent he could afford to leave alive – something that scared and worried you in equal measures.

With a sigh, you shut your eyes and stood, an age-old injury protesting from somewhere deep within the scar tissue of your side. As you fought to ignore the pulsing ache, a pair of well-toned arms found their way around your waist, lifting you off the ground entirely and hauling you against Hidemasa’s broad chest. Thankfully, he remembered himself before you had to correct him, placing you back onto your own feet as delicately as a man the size of a mountain with the strength to match could. Still, his hands remained on your hips, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck, then the dip of your shoulder as he slotted himself against you. You could only be grateful exposure had left you numb to his constant affection.

Carved wood grated roughly against your skin. With no small amount of hesitation, you brought a hand up and raked your fingers through his long, untamed hair – tangled and matted with gore after such a long fight. You tugged, and with only a slight groan by way of protest, he raised his head, blinking curiously. “I saw the size of their encampment. Were there any survivors?”

There was a delay before his answer, and you reminded yourself to be patient. Speaking was still relatively new to Hidemasa. A well-forged weapon had no need to respond to its commands. “There weren’t.”

“This is not a matter you can take lightly. Warriors traveling in such great numbers might be here on behalf of the shogun, and a single survivor could bring—”

“There were no survivors.” His voice was gruff, his tone clipped, and yet, he practically keened into your palm, more than happy to melt into your touch. “Have I done something to upset you, master?”

It was a question asked with complete sincerity, his earnestness alone enough to lodge a tight knot of guilt in the back of your throat. You pulled away from him quickly, taking a step back. “Never, ‘masa.” You paused, nodded towards the two straw baskets sitting by the door to your cabin. Fruit and vegetation spilled over the sides of each in excess. Personal trinkets had been nestled among the bare necessities, and you saw Hidemasa‘s on a palm-sized plush rabbit before flickering back to you. There was no doubt in your mind that it‘d be added to his ever-growing collection before the night ended. “A group of women from the village wanted to show you their appreciation for staving off the newest wave of invaders. Can you take them inside?”

You watched as he stiffened, cocking his head to the side. “You…” Speech was still new to Hidemasa, you repeated to yourself. He did not have the necessary training to disguise negative emotions so easily. Even if he’d been a better liar, the way his eyes dipped to your exposed chest would’ve given him away. “You spoke to the villagers? Alone?”

“They came while I was fetching water. We only passed each other briefly.” You, on the other hand, were a skilled liar. It would’ve been hard not to be, when Hidemasa provided so many opportunities for practice. Before he could linger on the subject, you beckoned him inside. “If I must, I’ll recite the encounter to you in its entirety later on. Right now, you need to bathe - I won’t have you tracking filth through our home.”

At the mention of ‘our’ home, he immediately softened, any jealous outburst delayed in favor of following after you like an overgrown lapdog. The overflowing baskets were lifted without a trace of effort and carried to your meager kitchen while you found your way to the back porch, where a carpenter had been kind enough to build you an outdoor onsen after Hidemasa saved his family’s farm from a group of pillagers. Your routine was well-defined, and you played your part dutifully – filling the stone basin and igniting the small stack of coal and kindling that laid underneath. Hidemasa didn’t mind the cold, but he’d be unbearable if you caught so much as a chill.

He appeared as you finished, already undressed and, for the most part, unarmed. With a quick glance to you and a nod by way of permission, he collapsed into the basin. Water sloshed over the stone walls, and you took your place behind him, running a comb through his now-damp hair. He let out a satisfied groan, shutting his eyes and settling into place. “Heard there was going to be a festival in town tomorrow,” he muttered as you worked, barely audible. “Wanna go with you, to celebrate.”

You frowned. Handling Hidemasa was a balancing act. He was tolerated so long as he protected the village from greedy warlords and roaming samari, and you were tolerated so long as you were able to keep him in-line; a task easier said than done, considering his own strength had surpassed your own long before you’d ever met him. The fact that he had such a gentle demeanor only complicated things. Trying to read his expression was useless when he could strike down a hundred men without ever letting his smile falter. He didn’t have a taste for civilian blood, but he didn’t have to. A single misstep around you, and every man, woman, and child in the village would be cut down within the hour.

With a hum, you set down the comb and began to braid his hair with a rushed sort of swiftness. “What are we celebrating, exactly?”

“Our anniversary.” He glanced over his shoulder, a slight grin painted across his lips. “It’ll have been five years since the day we met, come sunrise.”

You tugged the final strand into place. “I’d hardly think that’s something worth remembering. It took three weeks before I could believe you wouldn’t die in your sleep.”

“It was the happiest day of my life,” he countered, his tone one of dream-like wonder. “It was the day I fell in love with you.”

Something large and sharp lodged itself in the pit of your stomach. Another sigh, another moment taken to gather your composure before you pushed yourself to your feet and found your way to the edge of the basin. You took a few seconds to reevaluate his injuries (or lack thereof), but again, found only the cut on his cheek. You didn’t think before raising your hand to it, dragging your thumb underneath the thin line of tattered skin. “You were barely alive. You would’ve fallen in love with whoever filled your stomach and gave you a place to sleep.”

“Which is why I’m so happy that it was you.” His grin widened as he melted into your palm. “You loved me too, right? I know you do now, but—” His smile took on a shy lilt. “—did you love me back then?”

It was a familiar question, one he asked as often as he could afford to, and you gave a familiar answer. “Of course.” You leaned toward him, letting your lips ghost over the top of his head and lingering there. “How could I not grow to love such a devoted student?”

He didn’t laugh, this time, but purr – the sound reverberating from somewhere deep in his chest. Before you could draw back, an arm caught you by the wrist and dragged you into the scalding water, into his lap. Out of instinct, you made a weak attempt to straighten yourself, to pull away from him, but your pride crumbled quickly under Hidemasa’s strength and, with only a thin scowl and a half-hearted glare by way of protest, you settled against him, his chest against yours and his face once again buried in the side of your neck. Without his mask to act as a barrier, he was free to latch onto you, his teeth gazing over the curve of your throat before he found the target of his harsh affection: the tender patch of flesh underneath your jugular vein. His canines pierced vulnerable skin without resistance, and he groaned as fresh blood washed over his tongue, as he lapped over the fresh puncture marks as if in apology. Again, you fought the temptation to push him away, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as his fell to your waist, then lower – his calloused fingertips digging into your ass through the now-soaked material of your yukata.

With his face buried in the dip of your shoulder, he rutted into the knee that’d fallen between his legs, his agonizingly stiff cock grinding against your thigh. You’d been fortunate enough not to notice his arousal before being pulled into his lap, but you could only imagine he’d been hard long before he’d gotten into the water. Since he got home, if not from the moment he departed from you that morning – his head full of thoughts of victory and his body already aching for the reward he’d come to expect from you. Distantly, you heard him whine, saw a dark flush begin to spread over his pale cheeks, and for a moment, you could almost believe that this was not the bruised, battered, half-staved boy you’d taken in, but someone else entirely. For a moment, you could almost believe that a monster had crept into the home in the dead of night and taken away your poor student, leaving only this unsatiable beast of a man in its wake. For a moment, you could almost believe that you didn’t truly hate Hidemasa, but only pitied the creature he’d become.

Then, one of his hands fell that much lower – gazing over your hip before curling around your limp cock, and once again, you were freed from such juvenile delusions.

“Need you,” he muttered against your shoulder, beginning to pump his fist over your shaft in stunted, hasty movements. You weren’t hard, let alone excited, but if Hidemasa could tell the difference between his eagerness and your suppressed dread, if he minded the pained look that came across your expression as your cock begin to pulse against his palm, then it would’ve been impossible to tell. As always, he was more than happy to do the work himself, to grind the heel of his palm into your base and swipe the pad of his thumb over your tip until you were leaking in his vice-grip. His technique was sloppy, his pace prone to waning whenever his attention drifted to nipping at your throat or nuzzling into your chest, but he knew your body well. It was almost endearing, his clumsy passion, how whole-heartedly he devoted himself to your pleasure. It might’ve been, had you been more willing to endure that pleasure.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day.” A hitched breath, his cock jutting against your thigh. “I never wanna be that far from you again. Thought I might—” He drew back, allowing just enough distance between your body and his to slip an arm between you. There was a moment of relief, then a renewed pressure as he took his cock up along with yours, pumping his fist over both in tandem. His gaze softened, and your skin began to crawl. “Feels like I can’t breathe when I don’t know where you are. Think my heart might stop beating if I ever have to be away from you for that long, again.”

His pace grew more erratic, this grip tightening to a nearly painful degree. You winced, moved to tell him to be more careful, but a ragged groan cut you off as his mouth crashed into yours. Kissing, too, was an art he’d never taken the time to perfect, despite all the time he’d put aside to practice it. His tongue forced its way past your teeth as his lips moved against yours, teeth clashing against teeth as he did his best to suffocate you, to leave you entirely pliable under his touch. He wouldn’t. As far as you could tell, his greatest desire was not unrestrained pleasure, but mutual pleasure – for you to be as obsessed with him as he was with you. If something were to happen to you, if you told him to stop and truly meant it, he would. You had to believe that he would.

Not that you would ever get a chance to try. Hidemasa had not been taught to endure rejection, and he sought your approval so relentlessly - you could only imagine what your refusal would do to him. You could only imagine what his anger would do to you, after that kind of—

His hand flexed around your cock and for a blissful moment, your thought blurred and distorted before blotting out completely. Moaning into Hidemasa’s mouth, you came into his hand and, although he’d only received half the stimulation, he did the same – the evidence of his satisfaction splattering messily against your stomach. You would’ve been content to sit in the lingering pleasure, to let the aftershocks fade with his body pressed against yours, but Hidemasa was less lethargic; winding an arm around your waist and hauling himself upward. The basin was forgotten entirely, and with a clumsy haste, he carried you into your home, into the bedroom you shared with him. You were laid unceremoniously onto your unfurled futon with another messy kiss, another hitched whimper that seemed to fall from Hidemasa’s lips in fractured pieces. Hands that you’d seen crush skulls and split open rib cages came to rest on either side of your head, and for a moment, he hovered above you, dark eyes boring into your skin, kiss-bruised lips ever so slightly parted. For a moment, all you could picture was the blood on his chest, the battlefield’s worth of bodies the villagers would be burning long into the night.

Your hand found its way back to his cheek. You shouldn’t have asked, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself – the question slipping out before you could so much as attempt to swallow it back. “Does it ever bother you?” His head lulled to the side inquisitively. “What we ask you to do, I mean. I know it’s gruesome work.”

His answer was delayed, and you ran your thumb over his cheek by way of encouragement. “I don’t like anything that takes me away from you,” he admitted, eventually. “If I could, I’d like to fight by your side again, but that’s—” His gaze fell to the scarring stitched into your side, and he shook his head. “Sometimes, I think it’d be better just to get rid of everyone else – everyone but me or you. That way, there wouldn’t be anyone left to fight, and we could always be together.”

You weren’t surprised. You couldn’t be, not he’d always worn his twisted heart on his sleeve. “That’s a rather callous solution.”

“Oh.” For the first time since his return, his lips quirked downward. “I’m sorry, should I… should I have said something else?”

He remained steady, but his voice shook, his hands curling into fists on either side of you. Of course, you rushed to comfort him and of course, he embraced your sympathy with enthusiasm – allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck, to draw him that much closer to you. “No, ‘masa, of course not – I shouldn’t have asked at all.” It was your turn to kiss him, now, although your affection was much more delicate than his own. You stopped yourself from pulling away until you were breathless and he was distracted, his concentration once again centered on rutting his cock (still hard, still leaking, you noted with more than a drop of despair) against your thigh. You couldn’t help but laugh, the noise more weary than amused. Still, it didn’t seem to make a difference to Hidemasa. “Do you want to take care of me, tonight?”

This time, there was no hesitation, his immediate answer coming in the form of an eager nod, an abrupt desire to paw at your clothes. Your sash gave out with a single tug and the damp material of your yukata was shoved aside; disregarded in favor of leaving you completely and entirely exposed. You let your head roll back, your eyes fall shut, but Hidemasa was far more proactive – straddling your waist as he aligned your cock with his entrance. There was only a moment of solace, of anticipation, and then, you were fully sheathed inside of him.

You’d tried alternatives, before, when Hidemasa was younger and you had yet to fully grasp the weight of your responsibilities. You thought it might be a more passive role, that you might just be able to close your eyes and allow it to pass over, but Hidemasa’s size made that impossible; even after hours of preparation, a single thrust had been enough to leave tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you begged him to pull out. You’d been unable to walk the next day, but this – his body on top of yours, your cock buried inside of him, the walls of his tight canal clenching around your length – was hardly better, only slightly less overwhelming than the feeling of him tearing you open had been. His back arched as the head of your cock brushed against something soft and sensitive inside of him, knocking his braid loose and leaving you trapped within an impenetrable curtain of pitch-black hair that smothered the world around you, swallowed everything that wasn’t Hidemasa, Hidemasa, Hidemasa. “Been thinking, and—” His breath hitched, and he rolled his hips, immediately falling into a steady but unrelenting pattern of rising and falling, grinding and rutting. “—I wanna marry you, master.”

For the first time in months, you felt your blood run cold. You only barely managed to stop yourself from shaking your head, from letting your revulsion show. It was a useless precaution – in his fervor, you doubted he would’ve noticed if you’d screamed, doubted he was capable of acknowledging anything save for the feeling of your cock fucking into him, of your nails biting into his scalp as your hands shot to his hair. “…think it’d be nice just to be able to call you my husband.” he went on, voice airy and concentration clearly elsewhere. You felt him clamp down around you and drew back sharply, only for Hidemasa to catch your wrist, to press your limp hand against his cheek, against the proof of his devotion to you. “Think it’d be nice to hear you call me your wife.”

“No, ‘masa, that’s not—” You were cut off by a ragged whine from Hidemasa, his hands soon braced against your hips as he started to ride you properly. The pleasure was rough and invasive, that sudden spark of heat enough to turn your body unbearably hot, and whatever you might’ve said was lost to the pure heat that coursed through your form. He’d caught you off-guard, last time, but you could feel him dragging you toward your second climax, see it on the horizon despite your best efforts to hold out for that much longer, to spare yourself the guilt of coming undone so easily for your former student. He was relentless, though, determined to split himself open on your cock, never happy unless you were buried as deeply inside of him as was humanly possible. He was warm, and tight, and you couldn’t stop your hip from snapping against his ass; your eyes clamping shut and your body going stiff as you came undone inside of him. Hidemasa wasn’t far behind you, his hand wrapping around his cock and pumping once, twice before you felt something thick and searing crash onto your stomach, your chest. You didn’t let yourself look at the damage, you didn’t let yourself look at him – letting your head roll to the side and keeping your eyes shut, even as you felt him shift, even as he leaned over you, your cum leaking out of his ask and spilling onto your thighs.

His tone was so light, his voice so innocent, you could almost believe it was a question posed out of love rather than obsession.

Almost.

“We’ll always be together, right, master?”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t have to.

There was only ever one answer you could give, when it came to Hidemasa.

“Of course.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #yandere warrior #yanderecore #yancore

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thebloodthatmadeyou · 6 months ago

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hi wat were u going to do with the fic elysium

HELLOOO!

so, for the people who don't know, i was writing a jegulus royal au — "the elysium", indeed — but I don't have the time to keep going and i want to focus entirely on my dystopian novel, so i asked the people who were reading the fic to follow me here.

but let's go back to the question.

so, to be honest, it was going to have quite A LOT of angst (major character death was one of the tags), so you're kinda lucky that i ended it when i did. let's start from where the story ended, though. i'm gonna explain this like ass, but bear with me.

euphemia and fleamont were going to abdicate and there was going to be james' coronation as king and regulus' coronation as king consort — shortly later, walburga and orion were going to leave the elysium to return in the north, while bellatrix, lucius and narcissa remained there (euphemia offered for them to stay because narcissa was pretty close to term, but kinda also to have them in sight)

then i was going to write a few chapters of bliss on jegulus' part, so that i could focus on progressing a little with wolfstar and nobleflower. there's a literal honeymoon phase, a lot of kissing, a lot of romance, but a little out of touch from reality. no hard conversations YET. but then i was going to write about james and regulus attending a public event to celebrate their coronation and there is an assassination attempt: james' food is tasted and the food taster drops dead.

after the attempt, the bliss is OVER. regulus is forced to come to terms with two simple facts: one, that his family is actually trying to kill james, and two, which is that james is mortal. regulus blames himself and the weight of james' mortality is suddenly too much, bringing him to distance himself.

at this point, for a while, they are both a wreck. they literally can't look at each other without fighting or feeling like shit. in the meantime, regulus is avoiding both sirius and bellatrix: sirius because he was right, and bella because she had most certainly something to do with the assassination attempt. so he seeks refuge in narcissa. cue to them bonding about having little to no say in their life, except — let's be real — narcissa has it much worse. while they're talking, narcissa goes into labour.

i would have loved to actually write the scene surrounding draco's birth because i think it was the event that solidified narcissa and regulus' relationship. it's also interesting because, no matter all the family drama (to say the least), sirius and bellatrix were there too. also, i just fucking LOVE writing mothers [snippet incoming]

james, being king, has to be sort of the one to "christen" draco and to proclaim him a lord of house malfoy. he visits narcissa the next day (regulus is still there) and does the "christening". regulus is kind of able to look at him be with narcissa (because mind you, narcissa does like james, and the feeling is mutual) and not feel completely hopeless for a second, but he's still kind of skittish and james is still too hurt that regulus pulled away. they try to talk afterwards but another big ass fight ensues.

james starts feeling sick, though. badly. sirius was spending the night with him (codependent prongsfoot, here we go) and james started convulsing, fever spiking and everything. sirius runs to tell regulus and james is just not responding. they're trying to figure out what might have caused this. the only plausible response, since james was literally okay hours prior to this, was that he was somehow still poisoned. they all go insane, with evan — being master of spies — going through the event over and over with regulus. there seems to be no explanation, because james had drunk and eaten nothing. then regulus remembers that james had received flowers from a servant girl, which he dramatically smelled to make her happy. evan checks on that servant girl and finds her also ill. so this girl was used to poison james through flowers. both evan, the healers and alchemists of the elysium work together to find an antidote. meanwhile, regulus is a mess. actually, everybody is.

they end up finding an antidote and james does wake up. there is a very emotional moment between him and regulus. basically, regulus asks him to forgive him and tells him he'd like to try again, taking it one day at a time as if they were ordinary.

more chapters to focus on nobleflower and wolfstar, while regulus does his duty as king consort as james recovers. at the end of one particular chapter, i was going to have the readers find out that regulus has found the proof he needs "through the mouth of a traitor" and declared war to the north. in a little section right after, we have bellatrix crying and panicking to narcissa because her lover, rita, has disappeared into thin hair. later, the readers would have read a small section of evan, singing about catching rats in the crypt, moving rita's body on a little chariot. it's implied it was her who poisoned james through the servant girl.

this is where things get TOUGHHH. hearing of regulus' war declaration, bellatrix runs through the tunnels with lucius, and draco is kidnapped by his father. although in bad shape, james immediately sends his knights (including remus) after them. the thing is, that was taken as a cue for northern loyalists to attack the palace at night, through those same tunnels, as the knights are away.

long story short??? HELL ENSUES.

regulus gets stuck in a room with barty — and they both can fight but. yk. barty tells regulus he's gonna hold the loyalists back and to go get james, because he's still in bad shape and remus, his literal sworn protector, isn't even there because james sent him to get draco for narcissa. so regulus does but you would have later discovered that evan found barty's dead body blocking the door so that nobody would get to reg. soooo. death number one.

sirius is fighting, trying to protect euphemia and fleamont as they make their way to james. euphemia dies, struck by an arrow. sirius is taken and fleamont is left for dead (but he isn't)

regulus is taken because sirius is being held hostage

meanwhile, james is giving sickly demon (and doesn't know about his mother dying, quite obviously), making his way to regulus through tunnels and secret doors, killing everything that moves. and he's just late enough to not only see sirius and regulus BOTH being taken away, but to find out that peter died trying to defend the entrance to the tunnel.

i'm gonna leave you to just imagine the aftermath of this one attack and james' mental state.

remus returns with the other knights to absolute HELL. and he didn't even manage to get draco back, but lost a shit ton of his knights instead, including marlene.

james is literally mad with grief and rage and he names his father regent. he decides to do the one unexpected thing, which is to go get regulus and sirius back alone, just accompanied by remus.

long story short, they get divided to find sirius and regulus more quickly and basically to kill orion and walburga, and thus end the war. remus is the one to find and free sirius and together they find walburga, whom sirius stabs to death. yayyy matricide

james finds regulus already wrestling with orion, because my feral boy managed to free himself. and, as orion had his hands around regulus' neck, james killed him with his spear.

bellatrix and lucius actually ended up going back for narcissa in an attempt to kidnap her too, but narcissa literally sets lucius on fire for taking her son and bellatrix throws herself in the ocean after realising how much narcissa hates her after her betrayal.

the rest would be basically the aftermath of everything, plus a happy and bittersweet epilogue

sooo, i guess that's your answer! i only explained the plot points for jegulus because that was the main ship but there you go!

i hope you're satisfied with the outcome :)

#the elysium by pixie90smom #jegulus #ao3 #ao3 writer #jegulus fic

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mars-syndrome · 11 months ago

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sooo if ur somehow stumbling across this randomly nothing about this post will make sense unless youve read this fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/57909193

but hey, that promised bingge pov post! (full disclosure i am writing this before ive written the sqh scene so some info may be repeated!)

binghe was aware of sy’s nature from the very beginning. he knew it was demonic, but meng mo was the one who let him know about the concept of demon dolls and how theyre created. when he chose sy for qing jing, he was fully convinced it was actually a demon doll with sqq’s exact soul/copy and wanted to get ahead of whatever revenge he and/or yqy may be planning.

meng mo also told him that since sqq’s been dead yqy had probably used his own soul to help ‘create’ sy so both of them were hesitant to use their dream manipulation incase it let yqy know something was up since they could be spiritually linked and lbh’s half demon status was unknown plus he’d be the first person yqy would want to blame. while he wouldnt use dream manipulation since it was spiritual based, he would use the blood parasites as insurance since it was fully physical.

upon meeting sy, he began to have doubts about whether it was sqq’s soul. hence the fungi mission. he used that mission to judge just how human or demonic sy’s body is and also gauge his reaction to not being affected by the spores if his body was demonic to tell how “in the know” he was. when sy was genuinely confused and just accepted whatever explanation lbh gave him, he concluded sy knew absolutely nothing at all and shifted his focus to actually making sy care for him.

his confrontation with yqy after the fungi mission was basically yqy and lbh trying to psych each other out about how much the other knew. it ended with lbh implying he knew what was up, that he could reveal yqy for colluding with demonic cultivators and/or demons, and that he wouldnt let sy get found out unless yqy does some shit bc hey, thats his disciple. so up until now (chapter whatever this is linked on) they’ve operated under a strained truce that yqy stays away from sy and lbh wont reveal them.

for lbh getting close with sy was just a fun little side project. after all, a little sqq who adored him more than anything in the world? sqq would be seething and rolling in his grave. it doesnt hurt that sy was so earnest and cute either and him being on the peak made nyy happy so he was fine with getting some revenge like that.

in the fic’s og pidw, this grows into lbh desperately craving affection and validation from the kid who looks so much like his shizun who withheld it. he’ll grow codependent with sy, but the relationship stays very much master/disciple. on some level he’s aware that though sy does genuinely care for and admire him, hes playing out a role to receive lbh’s protection.

but in the fic our sy, earnest and naive, found the jade pendent.

this is bingge, two decades removed from the abuse he suffered. he’s had two decades to get stronger, to realize the world bends to his whims. to realize no matter where he goes he’ll have women falling over themselves to get into his bed but none of them will ever truly love him and what they give him is shallow. to realize he’ll have men envying him and wishing him harm just for being better. this bingge doesn’t have mobei-jun or any wives to share even the illusion of closeness or companionship with. he has nyy yet she’s been relishing in her role as da-shijie and hes happy for her truly, but he’s been alone in the bamboo house for 20 years.

when bingge meets sy!sqq in svsss who shows him just two days worth of normal domestic kindness, he immediately wants to leave with him. so how would our bingge feel with our sy, who he’s had unrestricted access to for 2 years, who holds genuine affection for him with no ulterior motive, who admires him openly and unashamedly, when he returns the very symbol of his happiness and the last bit of true love hes ever felt?

“precious fake jade indeed” he said

this fake sqq, this flawed copy of the man who tormented him, gave him back this fake pendant that he held most dear, that he lost hope of ever getting back again.

was that not symbolic? did that not make shen yuan his as well? did that not make shen yuan another symbol of love for him? did shen yuan not hand himself over to binghe when he handed over the pendant?

he begins objectifying sy almost. this was his person. obviously if sy was defective for yqy’s purposes, then wouldnt it make sense for sy to have been made just for lbh? after all, who else could cherish and protect sy like he could? yqy let him out of his sight long enough for him to becomes lbh’s so he wasnt fit. sy cant look after himself. only luo binghe could.

the mission he took just after sy’s 16th birthday was to track down the demon clan responsible for sy’s creation and learn more about it to see if he could sever and/or work around yqy’s connection. as soon as he learned everything, he returned and used dream manipulation (after he figured out it was safe) to walk through sy’s memories like svsss bingge did to sqq. he realizes sy’s memories are gone, he and meng mo conclude it was probably an error in the connection to body and soul bc of the nature of demon puppets. but hey, a wins a win. sy has no affection for yqy and the fact sy is loyal to only lbh remains unchanged.

speaking of, he should probably make sy his head disciple officially so yqy cant make any accusations about lbh’s inappropriate closeness to his disciple, no matter how true they are.

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littlelambscandyland · 18 days ago

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The Timeline (The Beginning)

Cg!Masters/Mistress x Little!Reader

Notes- This is kinda a story, kinda headcanons. It's really just what I think it would be like to be their little throughout their timeline idk if it makes any actual sense but I had fun. I had to split into two posts/parts cause it was way too long and I wanted to post the first half. Also I know there are more in between I just can't write them 🥲

Warnings- Lets be honest it's the Masters it's got to have at the very least an undertone of Yandere behavior, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome(?), Codependency, Forced(ish) Caregiving, Forced Immortality, Grieving and Loss, Panic Attacks,Subtle implied Mute Regression, The Master likes carrying the reader, Subtle Implied Hypnotism, Implied Manipulation, Cat Dad Master(lmao), Abandonment, Isolation, Falsified Trips, Ainley!Master might not be completely characterized right cause I only just started watching some of his episodes

Let's go ahead and say this happens in regeneration order, this means the first version you ever meet is Delgado!Master. This is probably for the best as he has the most control over his temper compared to all the others. As much as I love the whole "sees you on the street and decides to nab you" trope it isn't really plausible for this regeneration. He spends very little time on Earth and if he is there he's very busy with whatever plan he has in progress. With that, the only way you two would meet is if you become the Doctor's newest companion.

And with your unfortunate(?) "luck" you do get picked to be the Doctor's newest companion! Yaayyy!

This isn't the most stressed you've been in your life, not at all! You don't keep having to fight off your regression and alien attackers at the same time! And even if you do it's easy! And no one gets to know that you're small right now... Besides you get to see the universe as a whole in a way no one ever does. It's incredible! Who cares if you want to curl up in your bed with a stuffie and take a nap? There's a supernova happening right there!

Meeting The Master

It was probably supposed to be a simple trip that went terribly wrong. It always is.

A simple trip that once again led to you running for your life like you were Lightning Mcqueen trying to win the race. The Doctor seemed genuinely confused, concerned, about what was going on. The once docile aliens now more than ready to tear the two of you to shreds for the fun of it. Really he should've noticed the painting on the wall, or the statue in the garden, or the empty throne with dried splotches of red barely cleaned up. It only took a few minutes before not only were you and the Doctor separated, but you were also locked in a room with only the multiple windows as an exit. Wouldn't have been a tough decision if it weren't for you being on the 4th floor.

You barricaded the door well, but you knew very well that even if it did hold up you would end up starving to death before they simply let you leave. Surveying the room led to literally nothing helpful. No weapons, no rope or curtains, no other possible exit. You paced the room for a while. It felt like forever but it was really only an hour. Long enough either way. The aliens were still pounding on the door which was slowly pushing open, you were still trapped, and your adrenaline was diminishing into pure defeat. With a breath to reground yourself you decided to give one last burst of effort.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. A painting... A very large painting. You were incredibly hesitant but you peeled it off the wall. Rubbing your eyes did very little as you recognized the inside of a TARDIS. Different from the Doctors, but still a TARDIS. You walked in with a snail's pace. Every single bone in your body urged you to get the hell out of that time traveling spaceship, but it was either stay in here or die out there, and the potential of finding help on this thing overrode your basic instincts to flee. You were sure to move the painting/door back into place before venturing in further. You could hear the deranged aliens tearing the room apart. It lasted a few minutes before it grew quiet. An apology is given to an unknown being that spoke in a voice too low for you to make out any real words.

You waited and waited by the door for about 30 minutes before you finally pushed your way out as quietly as you possibly could. You held your breath when you spotted a man with his back towards you standing near a large shattered window. Each step you took felt like a death sentence. You didn't know why, but you were more scared of this man than you were the people who were just hunting you. You were right by the door when he spoke up.

"Quiet as a mouse, as sneaky as one too," The man said, just barely turning to face you. "However, not quite fast enough."

"Do you want an answer to that or were you just talking?" You could feel your voice cracking the high pitch giving away much more than you would have liked. "Genuine question, by the way. Not trying to be a dick..."

When the man turned to look at you, you could tell rather clearly he was confused, if the raised eyebrow was anything to go off of. You didn't really know what to do next. You didn't want to just bolt out the room. You weren't sure if it'd just be rude or if he'd tackle you to the ground.

You introduced yourself anxiously only for the man to keep staring at you. "And you areee?" You tried to prompt.

"I'm more often than not referred to as The Master."

Kidnapping Adoption

You'd run into the man many, many, many times after your first meeting. The Doctor's best enemy is another title people used for him. Each meet brought about less and less anxiety. Of course, you were still incredibly cautious around him, but you weren't as wound up as before. Honestly, his presence was a bit calming. On very few occasions he actually helped the Doctor and you're very sad to say they were always the quickest problems dealt with. You really did like it when he fought the Doctor, things were less scary, aliens were less threatening, and the Doctor was less demanding. Sometimes you'd hope the man would turn good just so you could have a goddamned break.

That being said he was still a dangerous psychopath and you've lost count of the times he's tried to kill the Doctor and second-handedly you. He never once actually harmed you. If you thought really hard about it, you're pretty sure he's never even put you in any actual danger, but you didn't want to think about it and you won't. He kidnapped you a few times as well. Held you as bait over the Doctor's head. Tied you up and left you there for the Doctor to find. Each and every time it happened though, he never actually hurt you. You were scared, and you have no doubt he would've if he had to, but he hadn't. That meant at least a little bit to you.

Plot after plot. It was a little bit funny, and to be honest your favorite adventures became the ones where "you" were "fighting" him.

You were still smart enough to know not to let down your guard. He's tried to take over the planet and he's blown up other ones. The Master was dangerous and you were smart enough to understand that. You were, however, dumb enough to also find comfort in that knowledge when he was around.

You had been incredibly careful during this trip. Every word you spoke and every action you made was deliberate. You had started slipping before the Doctor waltzed through your front door and out again for a new adventure. You had to be careful because every added stress made you feel the need to slip and every time you felt yourself slipping you grew more tense. You just wanted this to be over. You wanted to go home. You wanted to curl up in a fluffy blanket and take a nap. And, damn it you wanted to play with your toys, to build blocks or play with dolls, to have a tea party or play pirates. Anything your little brain could come up with was fine with you as long as you got to do it. As long as you got away from this.

The Doctor had noticed you were stressed, but he wasn't all that sure what had you wound so tightly. He tried to comfort you, but you seemed to pull away completely from any warmth he could provide. He didn't show it, but the more the two of you walked this planet's archives the more frightful he began to feel himself. A familiar presence lurked around the corners and he wasn't sure whether that was good or bad. Knowing his luck however he could certainly guess.

The hallways were darkened by the tall bookcases blocking the dangling lights. Each shadow bloomed more and more childish fears into your belly. The shadows were nothing, the shadows couldn't hurt you, it's just a little dark, you'll be okay. You let your nervous encouraging thoughts repeat over and over in your mind. Even if you were lying to yourself, you'd rather die comforted and unaware.

Of course, like it was a Scooby Doo episode, you and the Doctor were once again separated. Honestly, you both should've been prepared this happens every time. Despite that fact, you started to shake in fear with the absence of the only form of protection you had.

It didn't matter what you did, you couldn't control the emotions raging and pouring out of you. The bookshelves suddenly seemed incredibly comfy. Your back hits the sturdy wood easily and you let yourself slide to the floor. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Damn it, deep breaths aren't doing anything! The tears that fell came from a genuine panic that was threatening to swallow you whole.

The sound of footsteps sounded blaring in the silent halls. The sound easily mixed with the pounding in your head and chest. You couldn't bring yourself to uncover your eyes. Maybe it'd work for once it won't see you if you don't see it.

"This is arguably not a decent place to take your rest, my dear." Teased a soothing voice.

Truly you didn't care. You just wanted to go home. You couldn't take it anymore. You were tired. You just wanted to be comfy and small! That is literally all you asked for when you woke up in the morning. Why weren't you allowed to be happy? Why couldn't you do one of the few things that actually brought you comfort and joy? Why did life hate you? Why did the Doctor have to suck so much?

You refused to answer the man. No matter how much you preferred him being the big bad at the end of the path you still couldn't handle it. At least not today, not right now. Your face would continue to grow hotter, your breath faster, and your tears fell in a steady wave.

"Now, now, there's no need to get so worked up." The Master claimed. You only just noticed how he closed the distance and now crouched down beside you. "What a fragile creature you are..."

You pitifully swatted his hand away from you. Not that it did much because as soon as your hand made any contact it was snatched. His grip wasn't painful. It was just strong enough you couldn't pull away, and maybe even a little grounding. The Master simply held your hand in his firm grasp. Your cries slowly died down, and you uncurled just slightly from your balled up form.

As soon as you glanced at the dark abysses he calls eyes you looked away. Embarrassment crept up incredibly quickly. It didn't matter he was still holding your hand, he was going to think you were so uncool after this.

Not that you had noticed but a few times the time lord cracked a smile for just a second after peaking into your head. He found your childish fears and thoughts rather endearing, which was an incredibly rare feeling for him. Your hope in closing your eyes to make a monster go away, the fear of something manifesting in the shadows, the comfort you found in the simple action of him holding your hand, your fear of being "uncool" were all entertaining and adorable to him. The Masters favorites of your recent flood of thoughts were when you questioned the Doctor's competence (not that you phrased it that way but he knew, it was rather obvious no?) and when you imagined all those silly little things you would do if you'd been left to your vices. Particularly he liked the thought of seeing you wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a plush that he'd surely think was idiotic. He also found it cute how you thought looking away hid you from his gaze.

A simple sigh and then he pulled you towards him. Of course you tried to scramble back, but you were never going to be able to compete with a time lord's strength. Once you realized you weren't getting away from the man you simply gave in and began to cling to him instead. Arms and legs wrapped around him as he easily carried your weight. You hid your face in his neck and prayed to whoever may listen that whatever plot he had this time would end quickly so you could go home and play or maybe just nap; you still hadn't decided which yet, but you were getting sleepier by the second.

The Master navigated the halls with ease and you decided it was best not to look up too often because it was very dizzying. Your eyes felt too heavy to keep them open anyways.

"Go to sleep." He commanded suddenly and rather softly. "I will ensure you're kept safe."

He shouldn't have been that comforting but he was. You could feel your body practically melt as it relaxed in his hold. Your eyes closed once again and they didn't reopen again that night.

He wasn't lying to you. He did intend on keeping you safe, it just wasn't in the way you would have expected it. He's sure you'll get over it. He is your papa now after all. Huh, isn't that fun.

Year 1

There's so much that seemed to happen so quickly. Maybe it wasn't quick but it felt like it was, and it was entirely confusing to you. From the moment you woke up in a room far too fun and playful to be your home or your room on the Doctor's TARDIS, it felt like time started moving faster. Everything just kept moving while you were stuck trying to wrap your head around everything.

You got it. The Master kidnapped you, again. This time, however, he didn't plan on letting you go? He knows you regress, and he wants you to do it a lot more. He kept calling himself your papa when he referred to himself? He's certain you'll be happier here, and that you'll "realize it soon enough."

He was never outright mean to you, but this was just confusing you.

The Master was quick to start you on what he called "the perfect routine". Every morning started with a balanced breakfast, he told you that the alien food was good for you but if you didn't like it he could get you something else. You got dressed and then you were free to do whatever you wanted for 5 hours. You'd eat a good lunch then he'd sit with you in the library so that you could get proper "mental stimulation" (this mostly consisted of him reading different books to you from different planets). After that he'd try to get you to spend time in the playroom he made and designed for you during your regression. He didn't understand why you kept shying away from it, it wasn't some taboo subject, why won't you talk to him about it? After a successful attempt to get you to regress you'll spend time playing or whatever it is you liked to do while little, and the Master would watch over you. Your unofficial caregiver; who still called himself papa. After an unsuccessful attempt to get you regressed he'll allow you more time to yourself, though sometimes if he's had a particularly stressful day he'll lock you in your bedroom as punishment for being so rebellious. You'd end your day with dinner and maybe dessert if he's feeling gracious or you've been good, then you get a shower or a bath, lastly The Master tucks you into bed and you'll be left to sleep.

Weeks turned into months. The routine stayed the same minus the occasional planned trip out. It became more and more obvious the Doctor wouldn't come to "save" you, and that you would be left to lead your life with the Master. Speaking of the Master, you weren't allowed to refer to him as that anymore. He accepted nicknames and no title at all but he deliberately expressed anger and discomfort at you using his title.

You were so unsure with every move you made. Every decision and emotion felt tricky as you debated the morals and reason-ability of everything. Was it wrong to find peace here? Was it wrong to be a little unwilling? What should you do next? Should you fight to escape or should you give in to his affections? Whatever you chose, would you be in the wrong?

Immortality

It doesn't really matter to The Master whether or not you're compliant at this point he has to do what he has to do. Yes, it's only been a year and some change, but the signs of aging are still there. You're just a year older, but he's terrified of your death. Just the thought of it brings about an immense sense of dread and panic he's never experienced before, not even when faced with his own demise.

He won't lie he's been working on it since the moment he's decided to make you his kid. The Master knows how quickly humans grow old and decay. It bothers him to think of you like that. You're not even a grown up in your own mind; what do you mean your body still grows up anyways? It doesn't matter now. He's found a way to stop it. He can't make you deathless, but he can make you timeless and that's what matters. You'll never be put in harm's way with him so it doesn't matter anyways, besides this means he can still coo over you when you get a bruise or cut.

There is no hesitation for him, even if you aren't compliant by now he has no quarrels with tying you down to get things done. He knows this is scary and upsetting just be good for papa for a second. He made sure the needle wasn't too big and he's got your favorite ice cream waiting in the freezer for when you wake up.

As overwhelmed as he is, he relishes in your hyperactivity once you've woken up from your dose of immortality.

Establishment and Harmony (Balance)

Resistance is futile. Acceptance is so much easier, and more fun too.

The Master is a very organized caregiver. Everything you do is planned out or scheduled. At least the important things are. Even out of regression you don't have to worry about taking care of anything because it's already taken care of. Calling him papa out of regression got easier and easier as he never seemed to step out of the shoes of caregiving even when you weren't small.

"Not to fret, My Child, I will handle it."

You've found that papa really does know best. Every single time you've tried to be right about something he's proven you wrong. Every single time he said something would go a certain way it would. You have no idea if these scenarios were coincidence or acts of manipulation. At this point it was far too annoying to try to figure it out.

"Careful, My Dear, that isn't a toy you should be messing with."

He has a very particular way of talking to you, you've noticed. He seems more curt and cruel with others even if it's just in a subtle way. You don't see him interact with others often, but you've discovered that seeing him interact with other people is as good as any show. It's funny, in a way, watching him be silently sassy and judgmental to people. Mostly, it's entertaining, given how softly he talks to you in comparison.

"Quiet now, My Dear Creature, this is of the utmost importance, and I must focus."

You never truly worry about anything. Well, aside from wondering if he'll come back or die while out. He ensures you are completely comfortable and any possible need is met immediately. You are cared for without a second thought from the alien man.

"You're absolutely filthy, Dear Child. Come. I'll give you a bath."

He won't say it out loud, but you can tell in his weird way he loves you. Every action and word is full of affection that is just barely contained by a calm and collected composure.

"Good night, My Dear, I'm sure that peaceful dreams will find you soon."

Crispy Years

At this point in time The Master is just about as reliant on your presence as you are on his. He's very well aware of the peace and calm you've brought him, and even though he's still slightly too scared to say it out loud he loves you. Despite this, he's also incredibly aware of the fact that he can't care for you in this state. His body is too weak, he's in pain, and honestly he's feeling more violent than before. All in all he knows it's a bad decision to let you stay in the TARDIS during this time.

It's an incredibly emotional, mostly on your end given his refusal to let you see him cracking. He drops you off at a very nice looking penthouse and tells you to wait. Despite not wanting to listen to his instructions you do rather easily. You've grown rather attached to the time lord and his absence bothers you more than you want to admit. You do your best to waste time by messing with the many amenities and fancy furniture you could get your hands on. You don't regress much and when you do it's mostly crying for your papa in the very nice playroom.

It's only a few months, maybe 6 or 7, before you hear the light humming of a TARDIS and notice a new door in the living room.

Re Introductions

You both were incredibly hesitant. Unsure of what either would do next. You avoided his eyes for several minutes as he monologued about everything he felt you should be updated on. The way he spoke to you was different, the way he spoke in general was different. He was taller too. You supposed that came with the whole new body thing. Still had dark eyes, dark hair, and a goatee so maybe not so different?

Several minutes passed and you hadn't even moved from where you sat stiffly on the couch. Several minutes passed and you'd yet to make a peep. It'd been so long since he's seen you; he no longer knew if this was a good or bad reaction. Then again, you wouldn't look him in the eyes and you seemed on the brink of tears, so very likely negative. If he was stronger he'd just check for himself but he couldn't gather the amount of strength required to check your thoughts yet. He kept talking. He hoped it would make you feel better, safer. Perhaps he should've waited a bit longer, but he's selfish and wanted you back the second he knew he could. He was still your papa, that wasn't different. He still loved you cared for your well being. It isn't that jarring... You were however only a child, his child.

It took so much to hold yourself back. You didn't want to be rude; you had no idea how this new him would react to being cut off. It's why you couldn't make eye contact, not that you liked holding it anyways, but you knew the second you did you'd break down. That said, you were losing your damn patience. The second his eyes finally met yours the both of you paused. Well he did, you bolted out of your seat and into his arms.

The force knocked the wind out of you, but you kept hold of the time lord anyways. The sobs you let out couldn't have possibly been pretty. You didn't care. Pride meant very little. Speaking of little, finally being held again, the presence of the person you spent so many nights calling out for caused you to start slipping rather quickly.

The Master hesitated for a singular moment before wrapping you in his embrace. He would never admit to the tension that fled his body at holding you again. Relief speeding through both your and his veins. It was almost instinctual the way he noticed your slipping.

"Did you grow attached to any of the items here?" He asked you softly, rubbing your back slowly.

The light shake of your head was enough of an answer for The Master. He hoisted you into his arms with far too much ease for a man who hadn't held you in so long. It was only seconds before you were in the not-so familiar looking TARDIS. Only a few seconds before you two were shipped off into space. Only a few minutes before you were both inside a room that looked much more familiar to you.

Soft blankets, soft lights, soft stuffies, and soft arms wrapped around you; truly you were in heaven.

No, no. Not heaven. You were home.

Adjustments & Adventures

He was still your papa; he just does things a bit differently now. One thing was he smiled more. He openly joked about people and things. He also kept trying to get you to look at his pocket watch swinging back and forth?? For some reason?

There were things that stayed the same too. He still held this poise of regality and authority. He still reads to you in the library. He still hated the Doctor and wanted to destroy Earth.

You weren't hesitant after the first night back. You knew that he still loved you, and you knew he'd still take care of you. Everything just needed time to adjust.

Even your papa needed time to adjust. From what you gathered he wasn't all that certain in this new skin. He seemed unhinged at times (not that he wasn't already). It was kind of like he didn't know who he wanted to be. You think he used you a bit as a tool to help him with that struggle. Any time, at least when you were around, that he'd start to spiral he would come over to where you are or call you over and strike up a very random conversation. You learned the most effective thing you could talk about were all the things you think he should make or experiments he should do.

This new version of papa took you out more. Mostly places with very little life, but it was still fun. You got to go on adventures now, and even if they were completely calculated and controlled by the Master you would never need to know that. It was exciting and fun, and you learned stuff you never had the chance to before.

"Watch your head, Dear Girl, we don't need you getting a concussion now." He spoke evenly, but there was still a joyful expression on his face.

"No, that would ruin the whole plan." You nodded back playfully solemn before finally climbing over the wall.

The Master helped you even your steps out as you stumbled over the short wall. He also helped you brush the dirt off your outfit.

He had taken you to an odd planet that had blue grass and a green sky with two pink suns. You probably stood at the TARDIS door staring for 30 minutes. It was definitely less than that your papa wouldn't have waited that long, but you were so entranced you wouldn't have been surprised if it was that long.

He told you that you were both there to find a very special rock. Apparently it was made of something, you couldn't remember the name of, that could power a whole lot of machines. You told him that you two would be like Indiana Jones... He had no idea what that was.

The two of you trekked all the way to this cave with purple walls. You know you had to be talking your papas ear off, but you couldn't help your excitement. It was such a colorful planet!

What was even cooler? Once deeper in the cave he knocked on the wall and it lit up with speckles of magenta lights. The rock walls had even smaller rocks that glow with certain vibrations! It was how your papa ensured you both could see.

Once deep enough into the cave the Master stopped. He looked up at the pattern on the roof to make sure you both were in the right spot. This wouldn't be very fun if he forgot where he buried the mineral and then you went back to the TARDIS empty handed.

The two of you "uncovered the artifact", as you had dramatically said once it was in hand, in under an hour. The odd tools the Master brought kept progress at a quick and steady pace.

You were all but bouncing off the walls when your papa cleaned off the glowing yellow stone. It was so pretty! He even let you hold it as you started to leave the cave.

"You did very well, Little Adventurer." You beamed at his words. "Now let us get this back to the lab. I'll show you how it works."

The Cheetah Virus

You wouldn't lie, you were incredibly concerned and confused when you heard what sounded like a cat growling and the TARDIS door slamming shut. You also wouldn't lie that you ran very quickly to your room and under your bed the second you heard the thing entering the halls.

And you very well might have also screamed incredibly loud when they pulled you out.

Your eyes saw nothing because you were quickly pulled into a very familiar embrace. Your face was shoved into a very familiar chest. You had relaxed the second you realized it was your papa holding you.

His posture was tense, yet he still found enough joy to chuckle at your reactions. When you tried to crane your head up to look at him he pushed it back into his chest. You were a bit startled because you could've sworn he had just growled.

The Master noticed your distress as soon as it came. Of course he would, if he couldn't by now then he wouldn't be a good papa. It was even more obvious when he could quite literally smell your fear.

"Are you okay?" Your voice came out as small as you had felt.

"Everything is fine, little one. Just relax." He attempted to comfort you.

It was very strange, the new behaviors your papa adopted. You took note of everything you could find that was new. Like how his affinity for soft things developed into an affinity for large piles of blankets and pillows that resembled nest-like beds. Or how whenever you seemed upset he'd have this rumble start coming from his chest that you were almost sure was him purring.

He was more protective too; which you didn't think was possible. You hadn't been let outside the TARDIS for weeks, and once he finally did you both had to return back within the first hour because someone tried to flirt with you and the Master quite literally mauled them. He spent the next few hours bouncing between obsessing over you and ranting about how disgusting the person was.

"No one touches my child, no one gets to even look at you. No, no I'll have their heads."

If you remembered right, he was still angry about it by the time you fell asleep next to him in one of those bed-like piles of blankets.

Another thing was his need to make sure you are "properly groomed". Apparently your previous schedule wasn't good enough. He now spent hours a day brushing your hair, fixing your clothes, and some days you were given several baths.

Lastly the Master required more physical affection than before. He never really minded it before, but now he was almost always touching you. Holding your hand or holding you. You barely got to walk anymore, and when you did there were several times he just came up behind you then carried you away.

It was another new thing you had to adapt to, but you did quickly. Besides it was so much easier when you spent so much time giggling at your papa acting like a cat.

Separation

You'd been left behind by him again... This time it felt disturbingly more permanent. You don't even remember how you got here. The penthouse felt so... So lonely.

No letter, no goodbye. You remember falling asleep on the couch, by the fire, wrapped in your papas arms. Whatever was happening, why couldn't you just stay home in the TARDIS? Why did he deny you any answers? It wasn't fair! It hurts... How could he just leave you alone?

There was a strange sense of deja vu as your days blurred into each other. Regression once again spent crying for a caregiver that wasn't there. The cameras never blinked like they used to. The deliveries were no longer done by a person you could catch, only left at the door. The TV never seemed to go high enough to actually drown out the noise and dread bouncing around in your brain.

Depression hit you heavily during this time. You loved him. You became so reliant on him both emotionally and actively. You didn't care for yourself properly. So many years, it's almost like you'd forgotten how.

Your hair didn't look the same because you had no idea how to use the products he did. Your frame became lighter as you forgot to eat balanced meals and sometimes even forgot to eat completely. You could barely sleep at night. The words on the pages of every book looked like they were written in a form of cursive you could just barely read.

Everything was so much harder to do. So much more confusing. It was difficult. You were filled with grief that you couldn't explain. You were utterly alone.

Eventually, you relearned some things. Eventually, you got better, even just slightly. Eventually, you were able to do things just well enough to not be suffering everyday. You didn't care for yourself as well as he did, you figured out, but you did it well enough.

You regressed alone, you cooked and ate alone, you read alone, you slept alone, and you existed completely and utterly alone.

It got easier, or perhaps you grew a bit numb in your isolation.

5 years isn't that long in the face of eternity. Why would it matter? So maybe, you should have relaxed a little bit when you heard that knocking on your penthouse door.

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