why his hair kinda look like it's got. ....

Omg. U guys. No. W A Y .

SAUCECAT R E aL ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

The Claim of an Operational Sin

Claude Frollo x Reader

Suggestive Oneshot

Is this damn priest dilf energy or nah

Author's note: Have you ever disliked a villain so much you wanted to hate breed them and make them your bitch? Read this, cuz you can :)

You're one of the few ladies the tyrannical man has taken interest in. Something he'd refer to as being bewitched by those who are innocent. Intrigue driven by his own lustful desires similar to his captivation by the beautiful dancer, Esmeralda. But unlike her, you were certainly not as lucky preventing your imprisonment and attempting to escape the minister's grasp.

Frollo/Reader [Romantic Tendencies(???)]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

!Female Reader! • Seductive/“Succubus” reader • Imprisoned reader • We're basically gonna be assaulting him WOOHOO • Threats • Reader is unfearful of death • Arousal • Teasing, but it's bordering on degradation • Desperation • Drooling/Salivating • Kissing • ...Leaking...iykyk • He's an old man who's never satisfied his primal desires, what did you expect • This entire fic and concept in general is TW worthy tbh-

I REGRET NOTHING ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“...You are a bloody!” Frollo spoke sharply. Taking a deep breath as he looked at you with a bitter gaze. His eyes were cold now, a sour expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised, as if he was trying to control his anger. He was currently in front of you in one of the many dungeon cells underneath the Notre Dame. “... How long do you think you're going to be alive? If you keep acting like this.” He said, sounding almost like he was threatening you.

And despite his subtle warnings, you kept your time in the cell undisturbed, paying no mind to his little hissy fit. To the point it looked like you were straight up ignoring him, which only fueled his already angered state. Demanding you to not even think of not listening to him whenever he spoke. But in all honesty, his constant irritation was just getting you more entertained by the man. It was like watching a child throw a tantrum. Well. You were more than ready to show him that he picked the wrong lady. That your abduction was an easily regrettable decision for him. He was stuck here with you, not the other way around.

Grinning with anticipation, you leaned against the wall with a careless posture. You couldn't care less about what series of threats he had to offer. “Mhmm? Won't that something you should be worrying about as well? Lusting after women and harassing them for centuries can cause for quite the revolution, if I may” you were sneering with sarcasm. “The most recent victim has certainly been influential. Miss Esmeralda, was it? It’s difficult to control yourself, isn’t it~?” you mocked

“... Silence yourself!” He yelled in a half-angry, half-desperately demanding tone, something that noticeably made you laugh out loud. Frollo felt a hit of shame and embarrassment by the fact that you've taken note of him lusting after her. It was a sin ...he wasn't supposed to feel this way. And it was that gypsy who has bewitched him! Tainting his purity with her alluring words and movements. At least, in the minister's head it was, blaming a fairly innocent soul for his own shameful and unholy impulses.

“Many peasants have faced the consequences of the witches’ actions through either custody or death. So choose your words carefully.” trying to warn you and keep you in line, but your reaction would be ...unexpected. “So what? Everybody will die one day.” You glanced back up to the priest and cocked your head to the side. “Perhaps nature shall take its course in the next future for me too. Who knows? Which would be beyond fine with me” you murmured with yet another chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “But atleast now you still have somebody to turn to, wouldn't you say?” He noticed you sending him a wink of mockery, but was too baffled by your sudden statement.

The eyes of the minister widened, as he heard you say that. “You... You don't value your people's freedom. You... You don't care about your own existence." He gritted his teeth. You could practically see his temper exploding. He never understood how somebody could be so unflappable towards the idea of their own very demise. He felt like he had no control over you, which infuriated him greatly. Though you remained in a calm posture, a look of disinterest in your eyes as he felt the need to mention it. “Look," you began with a bit of attitude, unconcerned about how far you might be pushing him over the edge with your next few words.

“Don't treat your lustful motives as superior over what I lack. Eventually, natural selection shall take its course for all of us anyway. And I'll greet it with open arms as soon as the time comes” you half assed with a small smirk. But Frollo? He did not like that one bit, seething with rage as he snapped

“You don't care if nature takes its course, huh!? Well, I will be the one to take its course, if you will not! I am going to give it my best to make you suffer. I shall tear you down with my own hands.”

You took in his words, as your grin slowly started to expand a little the more he went into detail about his description of how exactly he was gonna take your life. You softly chuckled at his threat, hanging your head down as your hair was resting over your eyes, covering them up as you continued to giggle with pure amusement. “Awh..~” you glanced up at the man once again, some of your teeth exposed with your grin as your eyes were smugly half lid. You readjusted your hand as you gently, yet firmly grabbed him by the jawline, placing your thumb right under his chin as you pressed his skin. “It is truly adorable how undeniably obsessed you are with me. Do you clop to the idea of hurting me too?”

You curled up your index finger as it caressed Frollo on his cheek, your little smirk becoming smaller, but still being very visible nonetheless. “I'm quite flattered, my sweet~” your prying eyes were full of glee as you fluttered your lashes, attracting the man even further if that was even possible. You took a step even closer towards him, your chest almost pressed onto him as you got further into his personal space, so inviting...

And oh dear God. Everything you just said... Your smirk, your stance. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were attempting to seduce him. You were trying to provoke him. And it was working. “H-hngh..!?” Frollo's breathing grew shallow. Every muscle in his body was starting to tighten in exasperation. He was shaking in anger. That's right. He was angry- so unbelievably, extraordinarily angry. But, he was also... Tempted.

And though his body was noticeably still somewhat stiff, you did not miss him beginning to melt into your touch, despite the obvious death stare in his eyes. He was so easily affected and getting worked up by your shenanigans, it was almost cute. Almost. You smirked to yourself as your soft fingers continued to tease his facial features. You were completely leaning into him at this point, both breasts squished onto him as you kept the eye contact with assertion.

Your free hand even wandered over towards the back of his neck, your fingers gently digging into his spine as you rubbed them up and down, but slowly beginning to add more pressure. “You seem to be making yourself comfortable with me quite swiftly, minister...” you stood on your toes to add on height and match his level, “Is that something you enjoy? Making quick development instead of taking things slowly~?” Frollo's heart literally started beating faster. The way you were saying these things. It was so very seductive. And your finger that was caressing him? You... A-Ah...

“H-How dare you!” His tone sounded so frustrated, like he was trying to hide something. Something he wouldn't want you to find out. You could practically see the rage in his eyes, but the way you spoke? And the way you got so close to him, you could practically feel his anger, his resentment, slowly melt away. His head started to turn red, as he gritted his teeth. He really couldn't take it, you had completely caught him in your trap. And you did that so... effortlessly.

It made him feel weak and submissive, a foreign feeling to the priest. You were completely dominating him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. You made him vulnerable. You got into his... frozen and rock cold heart. You were in control now, and he was just so very powerless to your charms. His entire body was beginning to tremble. His breathing, it was slowly getting quicker and more shallow. It almost felt- the way you touched him, with such delicate care. The way you were teasing him like this. His entire body was starting to feel so hot. He felt the blood surging, pumping him up, preparing him for something he didn't dare to acknowledge.

And being less vigilant, he admitted to his thoughts much more easily. “It... astonishes me... when you... make me lose control” He said, the tone in his voice being a mix of anger and lust. Of desire. Of passion. Words that you hadn't really expected. You'd never guessed for a response like this. It was so sensual. He was clearly losing control now. The way he had just admitted to you that he was enjoying this? It felt as if he was a man on a chain. And you were the one holding it.

This was not supposed to be happening. Not like this. Frollo was... He was tempted. He was extremely tempted. He did not want to be tempted! He did not want to be lured by your feminine allure and your seducing gestures! Why. Why were you seducing him!? He was supposed to kill you, not fall for your antics dammit! He was literally getting flustered now, much to his embarrassment. And the way you pressed your body against his, as if trying to get as close as physically possible? It was really, REALLY making him nervous.

“Don't... you even DARE ...think that I am enjoying this! I... I am simply attempting to ...to” he began to trail off, unable to even think straight. And the more he was trying to desperately deny your claims, the more amused you became with the show. Without warning, you took another step forward and pressed your hips against him... pinning him with one of your thighs. Both of your bodies rubbing on one another as you adjusted your position again. Wanting to see just how hollow his words actually were.

And now he was definitely flustered. And you could tell. His breathing hastened, and he was literally going bright red. Frollo was trembling. And the fact that you could sense just how aroused he was, just made it worse. Because... Your intimate areas were rubbing against his, and there was not a single inch of space between the two of you. “S-Stop... this, you... Y-You witch..!”

His eyes widened as soon as you stepped into him further. You were just getting as intimate as could be. Your thighs and hips were rubbing against him. And it was making him... He was literally drooling now. Frollo was speechless. And he literally was making a mess out of himself. Like... He looked like a fool! One of the most dangerous people in the country, was... drooling... His mouth was open slightly, looking like he was going to say something. But instead, he closed his mouth shut again, and looked almost ashamed. As if he had been caught doing something humiliating.

Your eyes just lit up at the sight while you showed off your teeth with a shit-eating grin, confirming how amused you were by the situation. You tried making yourself even taller than before, as if trying to take away his confidence height-wise as well. You were having this heart-to-heart exchange with him face to face. Your face now literal millimetres away from his, intimidating.

But then you did something that caught him off guard, as you licked off the saliva that was dribbling down his mouth. Your tongue firstly stroking his spit-covered chin before seductively brushing it up to the crook of his mouth where the running drool started. But your tongue quickly wandered to his upper lip, sending a shock right through his veins. Your warm and sweet tongue began teasingly brushing left and right over the entrance of his lips, attempting to pry them open for a good three seconds before pulling back. You glanced at him right in the eye again, a cheeky glint in your eyes. “Aww, you poor man~ He almost spilled..~ Are you actually gonna soil yourself in front of me?” you purred with a tease.

As soon as you started licking the drool off of his lips, He got an electrical shock. A wave of pure nervousness and tingles running down his veins. The blush on his cheeks was getting redder, and you could hear his heartbeat. The saliva that was dropped, got licked up by you. You were staring at him so seductively. A warm, sweet feeling, of just pure ecstasy was flowing through his body.

And the way you were so close to him. You really were an actual princess. Or the queen of sin, rather. He looked like he was about to just collapse. Frollo... His wide eyes were now looking at your lips when you pulled back, and you could see the desire in them. And when you licked the saliva from his lips... He almost- almost let out a moan. He was literally about to melt away.

The priest's entire face flushed a deep, deep red. His blush was... it was so obvious to you, along with the fact that he was salivating at this. But the fact that you licked it off...? You could practically see his entire world begin to break down, right after that. You didn't just break his walls down. You obliterated them. He didn't know what to say. You were just... Ah, God. so, so cruel.

The way you did just that. The way you licked it. It was... Oh, heavens. You would be an absolute demon in bed. He blinked, shaking his head and basically still drooling all over himself. Damn it. What in the world.

“You... You b-bitc-... Yo-... wh-” He couldn't get a word out. He was too stunned. All of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing down to his cheeks at once. And he could feel a warm liquid start to soak into his undergarments. Yes. That thing, the thing that he desperately didn't want to get hard. He clenched his jaws shut, as he started to sweat. He didn't know how to react or respond. You were playing with him at this point. You could practically see the steam rising off of his head. And he could feel the liquid seeping into his cloth.

This whole situation was just mortifying to Frollo, both for his reputation and pride. He tried to take a step back, but he was getting too caught up in his own... reaction, to realize he had his back pressed against the wall in here. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. And just his reaction of shock was more than enough to keep you going, as your hand clung to the back of his neck, your fingertips digging into his flesh again. “I can’t help but wonder what other places are getting hot and moist for me” you purred with a mischievous chuckle, leaning in close to his face once again.

“I recommend you stay in line” you murmured with a sense of warning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, the tip of your canine pressing into it. Your hot and damp tongue came in contact with it as you pressed it against his parted lips, teasingly tracing it against the entrance of his lips but never actually going inside his mouth... Smearing your saliva over the base of his lips, while you seductively sucked his bottom lip, just watching how long he could keep it up before losing his sense of self control

His body was quaking. His frame was like a leaf in the wind. He was being absolutely manhandled. The way you nibbled his lip, you were making his legs go weak. There were no words. There were just... sounds. Sounds coming from his throat, as the heat and moisture inside him really began to build up. The way you continued to use your tongue. The way you continued to play with his lip like a cat with a ball of yarn. It felt like this was never going to end. And he... his moans. You could hear his voice. Those soft moans, that were only for you to hear. He was losing focus, and he did not care. His body getting wet. And it was all your fault. You were doing this to him. You were teasing him, playing with him like a puppeteer.

His lips were now opening up for you. His mouth inviting. Something which made your eyes darken with glee as you got the ultimate invitation from him. Not hesitating for any second thoughts. Your tongue slowly wandered in and began brushing against his inner lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having your tongue deep into the back of his mouth. You pressed it in further, going slightly deeper as you rubbed your tongue against his gum tissue. Before reaching the inferior labial frenulum, as you teasingly slid your tongue over it. And that... that was an especially loud moan, coming from a person like Frollo, who's usually calculated and reserved. Reserved on that level, as it was clear he was enjoying this right now.

He was being completely seduced and he didn't care. His vocal groans were beginning to fill the room. The way your tongue was exploring his mouth... It was sending shivers down his spine. His eyes widening as he felt himself start to become damp. Your hand, wrapped around the back of his neck with your fingers pressing into his flesh. He liked how you were being so rough and so dominating at the moment. But your comment, about his other... moistened areas. He felt a hot liquid rushing through his body as he thought about it, as if he was being cooked alive.

He was just completely, utterly, and miserably lost in you. His eyes were staring at yours, with that warm glaze of lustful desire. And he was letting his inner demons play with his soul. They weren't being suppressed anymore. They were getting out, completely free. He was struggling to keep himself from just giving into you. He was almost tempted to just... get on the bed, and invite you on top of him. His lips were now completely split apart. His mouth was inviting you to go in deeper. To do whatever you pleased. The tip of his tongue was inviting you. And you could practically taste his wet tongue. His breath was starting to falter. The way you rubbed against his gums, the movement was so perfect and experienced. Frollo's entire body felt hot and wet. And it was making him want more. So much more.....

You could definitely tell he was getting desperate. His tongue eagerly and impatiently begging for it to intertwine with yours. He wanted your tongue at the back of his throat... And feeling eager, he desperately began to lick at you, desperate to taste you. And wanting to feed into that desperation, you began moving your tongue up and down, making the tip of his tongue rub over yours. Right before your tongue began wandering, slipping it flat on top of his. You slowly began pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, using his tongue as a guide as you slid it down to his tonsils, rubbing them. Sometimes pulling back for just a few seconds before teasingly sliding it down again, keeping him needy for more.

He was practically begging for it by now. His mouth was literally begging for your tongue to get deeper. But you were just teasing him so hard, and that's what was making this so hot. The way your tongue was moving, it was like a damn tongue dance. And you were playing the damn instrument that was his mouth perfectly. Teasing his tongue, nibbing at it and just being absolutely filthy with him. His mouth was just yours now.

You were literally eating him, was the only thing Frollo could think. He couldn't help but groan out as soon as your tongue went deeper inside his mouth, sliding alongside his own tongue. Your warm, wet tongue was rubbing against the sensitive skin in there, and you were teasing his mouth. You were making him melt. You were... making him weak. His neck and back started to arch involuntarily. The way you slid it down his throat as it touched his tonsils... The priest's body was starting to jerk. His eyes went blank, as he let out moans and gasps. It felt like you were controlling his mind and body, and that only made him feel even more desperate and in need of you.

Frollo was in a trance, practically. You were just so tempting. So delicious. His voice was turning into pure moans as he opened his mouth, letting out the sound of a beg. It was as if he was trying to say he wanted it. That this was what he wanted. His jaw was opened, his hands were hanging limp besides his body, behaving so submissively. The minister, who had been feared by everybody around him, was just completely done for.

You pulled back for a bit, as he moaned out in relief. A string of saliva now connecting your tongue with his mouth. “Don't go rabid on me now. You've been wanting this for a long, long time, hmm?” you teased him as one of your hands travelled towards his chin, before you started pressing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed your finger on his tongue, sliding it further to the back of his throat, threatening to make him gag if he disobeyed and forcing his jaw open even further. “Be a big boy and open up wide for me..~” you purred with a sadistic giggle, tempting him by sticking out your tongue.

There was no way out of this. His expression now completely rearranged from frustrated, to a look which was flaring with excitement. He was literally sweating. In one move, you had basically turned him from an egotistical man, into your own personal toy at your disposal. You owned him. Even when he got some of his control back when you moved your mouth away from him, he didn't wanna stop what you were doing. He was just hopelessly addicted to you, His brain was you. Nothing BUT you.

“You're playing under my rules now, minister.”

And he was just another piece of your collection to satisfy your needs.

oh my godddd that jonathan crane fic did SOMETHING to me 😩❤️!!! it was so good :)) i need some more professor crane in my life 🫦 maybe u could write a part 2 where they eventually start dating and she’s still his student but she keeps teasing him during his lectures and he’s trying to keep his cool but again when everyone leaves he drags her into his office to put her in her place again 😳😢😢

Aaaah, thank you so much!! I like the way you think - a little turn of the tables where reader teases him hehe... I accidentally also started writing a third part to this, so expect more Professor Crane in your life at some point soon, sweet anon <3

Oral Fixation

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: It's the start of a new semester, and you're looking forward to the chance to take revenge on your professor. Crane, however, isn't about to let you have the satisfaction. At least not without putting in a little work.

Warnings: Smut, teasing, tropes galore, oral (m receiving), almost-deepthroating, brief mention of toys (but none used), degradation, dumbification, power play dynamics, office sex, established student/teacher relationship

A/N: This fic is technically a Part 2 to THIS, but tbh there is no plot here at all so I think it's also fine to read as a standalone. Enjoy!

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

You sat in the front row, as usual, nervously tapping your feet. Students to the left and right of you socialized, catching up after their time off for winter break. But of course, all you could focus on was one thing.

Dr. Crane brushed into the room, and you felt your shallow breath stop for a moment. He glanced at you, smiled briefly, and your heart melted.

He made you feel something that none of these silly college boys in the seats next to you could ever hope to. He was confident, self-assured, and mature. It made you swoon just to think about him, standing at the front of the classroom as he delivered a lecture; captivating you and the rest of his students with words alone. Listening to him speak was always enough to make you forget where you were for a moment.

That, and thinking about the dozens of times he had fucked you over the desk in his office. 

You smiled to yourself, remembering the series of secret trysts that you had shared with your professor. Now, with a new semester starting, you were eager to pick back up where you’d left off. You hadn't been able to see Crane at all over the lengthy winter break, and although you had talked with him a few times, you had long ago reached the point of desperation. You needed to feel his touch. Dr. Crane felt similarly; he had assured you.

Now that Crane had taken his place at the front of the room, it was time to put your secret plan into action.

You took out a tube of chapstick, uncapping it with a loud pop. Glancing briefly up to make sure your professor was watching, you rubbed it slowly over your bottom lip, making sure to keep steady eye contact.

Crane watched, a hint of a curious look on his face. He narrowed his eyes just a fraction of an inch as you rubbed your lips together, darting your tongue out to get a taste of the subtle flavor. Then, you smiled, and put the chapstick back in your bag.

Clearing his throat, Crane called the class to attention. Conversations died down as all eyes focused on him, yours included. You subtly bit your lip, making sure to catch his eye, and Crane faltered for an almost imperceptible half-second before regaining his usual grace. 

“Welcome to Advanced Concepts in Psychopharmacology,” he said to the room. There was a brief murmur of papers as a few people opened their notebooks, before Dr. Crane continued. “I'm happy to see some familiar faces-” he glanced at you again, but continued smoothly. “And I think you'll all find this class very rewarding, but challenging.”

He looked directly at you as he said “challenging,” perhaps already guessing at what you had in store for him.

You chewed on the cap of your pen, holding his eye contact and smiling as you held the tip between your teeth. Dr. Crane shifted a little, adjusting some papers he had stacked on the podium.

“Now,” he said. “Can I ask for a volunteer to help hand out copies of the syllabus?”

You raised your hand, still slowly sucking on your pen cap, bottom lip pressed lightly into its edge. Crane called on you, even as he was still wearing that slightly funny expression that you had never seen on him before. His brows furrowed a bit more than usual as you came up to take the stack of papers.

“Thank you,” he said. And then added, a bit lower so that only you could hear, “I thought you were done volunteering in my classes.”

“Only for your ‘demonstrations’ on teasing me,” you whispered back.

You turned on your heel, walking off to hand out the syllabi. You had, very purposefully, worn a pair of tight leggings with nothing else to cover your ass, and you made sure to lean over all of the desks as you picked your way through the rows of students, giving your flustered professor a small show.

When you finally took your seat, a faint pink color had crept over Dr. Crane’s cheeks, although his lips remained in a tight line. To anyone else in the class, it would mean nothing - if they even noticed. But you were watching him intently, and you were quite pleased by the results that even a little teasing had on your professor.

You weren’t immune to its effects, either. You rubbed your legs together, thinking about what was sure to happen just as soon as Crane could get you alone. You settled back into your seat, and dug around in your bag for your chapstick.

For the rest of class, as Crane went over the syllabus and answered increasingly ridiculous questions from the other students, you subtly continued to work away at him. Every time his eyes darted over, you would be sure to stick out your tongue, just a bit to press against the tip of the pen. Twice, you reapplied chapstick - and one time you managed to make Crane trail off, utterly losing his train of thought right in the middle of a sentence. It was obvious that you were getting to him. Though only he and you could have known about it.

You glanced down to check your watch. Only five minutes were left in class. It was time to pull out your final weapon.

Crane watched incredulously as you slowly unwrapped a lollipop. You dared to give him a small wink before sticking it in your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you savored the fruity taste and the feel of the candy against your tongue. You dragged it out from between your lips, letting it linger in front of your mouth for just a moment. Peeking from beneath one eyelid, you saw Crane’s gaze fixed on you. You opened your eyes fully to look at him, shamelessly watching his reaction as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against the sucker.

“I'm… I'm sorry, where was I?” Crane stammered. He pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting up his glasses, and sighed. “I'm afraid I have a slight headache.”

Someone else in the front row raised their hand, helping Crane recall what he had been talking about. There were more than a few murmurs from the class, and you couldn't help but smile. You knew you'd be in for it later, and you suddenly couldn’t wait to get in trouble.

“And with that, I'll dismiss you all a few minutes early,” Crane said briskly. “My apologies, but I really need to go take care of this headache.”

He looked directly at you again, and you shifted your hips in your seat. The class packed up quickly, everyone eager to get on with the rest of their first day. You lingered, keeping the sucker lodged in your mouth as you watched Dr. Crane gather his belongings. He held his briefcase, a bit awkwardly, in front of his body as he stepped out from behind the lecturer’s podium, and made his way over to your seat.

“I need your help with something in my office.”

Most of the other students had exited the room already, and you checked around to make sure no one was within earshot.

“What do you need my help with?” you teased, feigning innocence.

You swirled the lollipop in your mouth, parting your lips as you looked up at your professor. He sighed heavily through his nose.

“I'll tell you when we get there. Let's go,” he said, impatiently.

“I have another class after this,” you protested.

“Well, now you have a very important appointment,” he countered. “You'll just have to beg your other professor to excuse your absence.”

The classroom was empty now, except for the two of you, and Crane leaned down over your desk as he lowered his voice to a menacing timbre.

“After you're done begging me.”

You jumped up, already feeling excitement swell between your legs. The smile on your lips was mirrored by Crane’s own grating, serious expression. The corners of his mouth turned down as he walked with you out of the room, his hand at your elbow to guide you as you made your way through the psychology building. Luckily, his office wasn't a very far walk.

Crane opened the door, and went through first. As soon as you’d followed him, he slammed the door shut and pushed you against it, his lips already at your neck.

“You seem to have developed a new oral fixation over winter break,” he muttered, hot breath fanning over your pulse. “Why is that, I wonder?”

His question was obviously rhetorical, so you didn't answer; instead, humming around the piece of candy still stuck in your mouth as Crane’s lips bruised against your neck.

“You're a bit bolder than I remember, too,” Crane continued. “Teasing me in the middle of class.”

You smiled.

“Nothing that you haven't done to me, too… professor,” you replied, pulling the sucker out of your mouth.

“That may be true, but I at least still have the sense to be subtle about it.” Crane backed away to look at you, and lust flared deep in his eyes. “You were lucky that no one else saw you practically fucking this thing with your tongue.”

He grabbed the sucker out of your hand, and threw it roughly into the trash. A warm thrill of feverish excitement rushed over you. Crane almost never swore; when he did, it meant he was really riled up. Your smile widened, as you leaned a little closer.

“I'm sorry. I was just looking for a way to occupy my mouth,” you laughed. “What did you call it? Oral fixation?”

Crane pinched your chin a bit too roughly, forcing you to look up at him as he cocked his head.

“It's really only cute when you play dumb if it's because you're getting fucked stupid,” he grunted. “If you want something to fixate on, get on your knees.”

You were eager to oblige. Quickly, you dropped down to kneel on the floor of his office. Delighted, you saw that Crane was already hard, the outline of his cock straining prominently against his pants. You reached up to undo his belt, but Crane slapped your hands away.

“You want to use your mouth so badly? Then use it. No hands.”

He finished loosening his belt, holding it to the side to help you along. Your nose brushed up against his shirt as you brought your mouth to the hem of his pants. The fabric was rough against your lips, and you looked up at your professor for a moment.

“Get on with it,” he sighed, clearly impatient and dying to get on with things just as much as you were.

But you wanted to make him wait for a while. Slowly, you leaned back, pulling at the fabric of his pants until it finally slipped over the button. You paused, and sighed heavily to let your breath wash over him.

“A little faster, darling,” Crane urged.

You smirked, happy to see that he was already regretting making you use your mouth when your hands would have been faster. All that was left now was his zipper. You took the little metal tab carefully between your teeth, and lowered your whole body to drag it down.

Crane was still trapped in the confines of his pants, and he reached in hastily to free himself, apparently not trusting you to take your time with that. His cock glistened, already coated with excitement. You leaned up to take him in your mouth, but Crane stopped you, bracing his thumb against your chin. Suddenly, he was the one holding you back.

“You know, oral fixations only develop when something a person needs is withheld,” Crane told you. “Is that what happened to you? You went a few weeks without sucking me off, and now it's all you can think about?”

You were about to respond, when Crane stuck his thumb in your mouth. You moaned around it; the sudden intrusion shocking, but not unwelcome.

“Look at you,” Crane scoffed, more than a bit of his usual poise and control creeping back into his voice. “So desperate for something in your mouth. Seeing you like this makes me think of that time you let me fuck you over a table in the lecture hall - remember that?”

You remembered it very well, and hummed around his finger, swirling it against your tongue as you nodded. 

“Of course you do, darling,” Crane muttered. “You’ve probably been thinking about me splitting you open like that for the last three weeks straight while you try to get off with some pathetic vibrator. Am I right?”

You looked up to see a harsh glint of fluorescent light shine off of his glasses. From behind the glare, his eyes blazed, and you felt a rush of excitement drop straight into the pit of your stomach.

“Mmm-hm,” you agreed, nodding your head as the sound was muffled by his thumb in your mouth.

“Well, if you’re good, then maybe I’ll give you what you’ve really been missing,” Crane teased. “But first, I think we need to put an end to this new ‘fixation’ of yours.”

He dragged his thumb out of your mouth, yanking it out with a forceful pop. Instantly, the head of his cock was at your lips.

“Open.”

He could have told you to choke on it, and you would have. Glady. But instead, Crane used one hand to guide just the tip of his head past your lips. The thumb that had been in your mouth was now pressed down into your chin, keeping your jaw open painfully wide as it would go, and your tongue sticking out as he let himself glide over it.

“I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t miss this, too,” Crane admitted. “You have such a pretty mouth.”

The taste of his salty, nearly-overwhelming musk made you want to close your eyes and savor it, just like you had with the candy earlier. But you fought to keep them open. Crane, looming over you, was always too good of a sight to take your eyes off of. He smiled down at you, a faint hint of wickedness playing over his face as he continued.

“Why don’t you pick up where you left off in class?”

You smiled. As much as you could under the current circumstances, anyway. Your little show had worked wonderfully; exactly how you’d wanted it to. Crane moved his hand from your chin to the back of your head, urging you on. You flattened your tongue against him and paused for a moment, letting your breath fan over his head before you drifted forward. 

Rather than taking him in your mouth, you let your tongue slide down the underside of his shaft, leaving behind a wet trail that brushed over the very tip of your nose as his cock twitched against you. You sucked at the sides gently, letting his smooth skin trail over your tongue as you kissed your way slowly back up from the base. Finally, wrapping your lips around him caused Crane to sigh deeply; the sound gradually turning into a contented hum as you sucked him into your mouth.

You brought your soft hand up to wrap around his shaft, only for Crane to swat it away.

“Did you already forget what I told you?” he growled, his mood suddenly shifting again. “Maybe you’re not just playing dumb. A few weeks off from school, and now you don’t even remember how to listen to your professor?”

You hurried to hold your hands securely behind your back, still looking up at Crane for approval.

“That’s better,” he said. 

Breaking his own rules, Crane brought a hand up to steady his length, using it to press himself a bit more forcefully onto your tongue.

“If you can’t take it all, just say so,” he told you, even as he continued to sink further into your mouth. You felt the breath catch in your throat as the sensation started to overwhelm you. “But, silly me - you can’t talk with your mouth full.”

Crane smiled wickedly as he pulled himself out of you, making you gasp with the sudden ability to breathe. You coughed, sputtering but still smiling as Crane pumped his fist up and down, coating your spit over his whole cock. His other hand came softly up to rest on your face.

“You really have forgotten a few things since last semester,” he said sympathetically. Or maybe that was just a hint of pity. “I think you’re going to have to start coming to my office hours again. Maybe even some private tutoring sessions, so I can really teach you how to do this properly.”

Still on your knees in front of him, you looked up and decided to make things even worse for yourself.

“Or maybe you could just fuck me over your desk again,” you suggested. “That might teach me a lesson.”

Crane stared back at you in disbelief. It was all you could do to stop from giggling as you wiggled your hips a little, desperate for whatever friction you could manage to get against the press of your own legs.

“You really are insistent on pushing me today,” he sighed.

For a moment, you worried that you had gone too far, and that he was really annoyed with you. That thought quickly vanished as Crane grabbed onto your arm and pulled you, yanking you up to your feet. In the next instant, you were slammed back against his office door, making a few of the framed diplomas on the wall next to it shudder. 

Your mouth opened, and Crane’s lips were suddenly and violently up against yours, the all-at-once soft-forceful feel of his tongue pushing into your mouth. His furious hand came down to your leggings, pushing into the fabric with his fingers held directly over your clit. He pressed, hard, not moving his hand at all but just holding it harshly against you.

“Mmm,” you sighed, grinding your hips down against him.

Crane stood up a little straighter to laugh - a short, barking sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest.

“Seems like you might have some other fixations, too,” he observed. “If this is what just a few weeks away from me does to you, I think we’re going to have to spend a lot of time together this semester.”

You cried out, softly; aware that you couldn’t be too loud for fear of the other professors with offices near Crane’s hearing you. Deep down, you wanted nothing more than to scream for him. But that would have to come later; maybe tonight, after the rest of the department had gone home. Crane would sometimes let you in with his spare key, then ravish you to your heart’s content in the privacy of the empty building. That would certainly stop you from teasing him, at least for a little while.

He pressed his forehead against yours, fingers still crushing into your clit but refusing to move.

“And I think you’re going to have to drop whatever class you have after this one,” he informed you. “Because I’m going to be asking you to stay late. Frequently.”

You moved your hips again, desperate for friction against Crane’s fingers. Not ready to let you have the satisfaction, he tore his hand away and then started pressing down on your shoulders, making you sink to your knees again.

“To start, let’s go over this one more time,” he suggested. “Hands on your legs, and don’t you dare touch yourself. Use your mouth for something more productive than eating in class. And maybe I’ll let you have what you want - if you can manage to listen.”

You leaned forward, eagerly wanting to taste him again. As you hollowed your cheeks, you pushed against him as deep as you could bear. Above you, Crane braced both of his elbows against the office door, and let out a strangled grunt.

This was going to be the start of an exciting semester…

that's not the way i read chicago tbh. it's like reminiscing on youth, a failed teen thing bc that's how nostalgic it feels. when you would discuss things like baby names even though it was ridiculous bc you were so young. remembering how much that person meant to your life, and wishing you kept in touch with them. has it been long enough we could try be friends? do you also think of the past? that im sorry? did your name choices stick with you? are we old enough that it doesn't hurt anymore?

Maybe it’s all that too. It’s so important you cherish your own personal relationship to songs.

But like I said, to me it’s layered and the feeling of the song is what matters more to me than the word for word narrative. I actually think that about many of Louis’ songs - he expresses an emotion, a vibe, an energy.

The words are often secondary to me listening to LT songs, because I’m always too captivated by its emotional weight. His songs can really shift the atmosphere in the room for me.

In reference to this.

okay spoilers? ahead kinda i’m not really fleshing scenes out but yknow just in case ppl wanna yell about no spoiler warning

first and foremost, i do have to say the acting all around was 10/10 for me. florence of course, amazing. harry did great. them together was super convincing of a love that once was! like before the whole simulation thing happened, yknow they did love each other and you could tell that jack thought he was doing what he thought was gonna save them.

chris pine, amazing. he reallllly sold creepy man from across the bar approaching you but having a way with words that you like can’t help but listen to him. the rest of the ensemble was great too. i thought olivia was good! bunny was fun and so was nick kroll (i forget his characters name) and peg and yeah. gemma was good too! when she straight up stabbed frank???????? my theatre CHEEERED

now okay here’s where the problems lie and i’m sure a lot of people feel the same way. the plot was just….. a bit lost. like it was there and you can grasp that alice is in a world that isn’t real and it’s funky and shit is happening that can’t be explained but they didn’t flesh it out more and they needed too!! and i think to achieve this they should’ve done more scenes in the real world. if it was me in the writing room, i would’ve given the audience the clip of jack walking in his big puffer jacket down the street and into his apartment first and then when he walks in and closes the door behind him, it could’ve opened up to the new world. off the bat start off with something’s different, something is going on, keep the audience guessing “oh whats gonna happen what was that first scene”.

they should’ve completely cut the scene of alice being ate on the table (not only bc the movie didn’t need any sex scenes tbh) but so they could’ve used that extra minute to develop plot. i think the scene where jack and her are in frank’s house could stay just bc of the creepiness of frank watching and alice seeing him watching and both of them not saying anything??? creepy, keeps audience on their toes. i also think the movie was beautiful with the set and costumes and everything but i think olivia could’ve worked with the camera a bit more. when chris pine is on screen, tilt the camera just a little so the audience can be on edge and understand oh maybe he’s up to no good and there is something going on here. work with more thrilling shots to hone in on the aspect that this world we are watching is falling apart.

i think the missed opportunity fell on the fact that not enough of the real world was presented. the twist wasn’t fully captivating tbh and if i didn’t read the original script i don’t think i would’ve understood what was going on. like how did jack find this victory project? how did he chain alice down to the bed? how did he set all of this up? and then when she finally wakes up, we should’ve seen that and not just hear her gasp. something else insanely cool i think should’ve happened is that (since alice is basically held captive) they could’ve made a cell phone ring in the real world like her phone bc ppl have been trying to contact her and translate that into the simulation where the house phone rings and she answers and the person on the other end is like “alice? where have you been?” but then cut to silence. leak in parts of the real world into the simulation. or tara even said to just have her hear her cell’s ringtone in the simulation and have her wonder where that sound is coming from/what it is.

olivia tried way too hard to promote this female pleasure that she lost the plot. it could’ve been a good thriller, it could’ve been a little scary, it could’ve made the audience nervous for alice’s survival, but there were just certain aspects missing.

but again, it wasn’t bad! i would see it again for sure but there’s just things i wish they could’ve done 🤷🏼‍♀️

Forgot to unhide my anonymity in case you want to privately answer my question-

I thought people may be curious and so after processing for few hours, I kinda realised something-

Jonghyun is barely seen around him and if so then he’s usually trying to help him as best as he could or ignores him to comfort me. Yes I know we did adult time in one of the dreams, but that’s the part of the comforting. He knows how weird I am, and so he would look after me in the most weirdest ways he could think of.

Last night, I was at the hospital and I saw Onew fully clothed with Jonghyun holding his hand. They went inside for a bit and the next time I saw them together, he was seen in pants with a lock so he cannot take it off and if he does go naked, then it’s with supervision. Jonghyun seemed to be the carer for this dream since he’s trying to take the right precautions and even giving him medicine to help him calm down.

When I saw him again, he looked calmer, but was upset to say the least. He couldn’t even remove his clothes and run around naked like he always does. He knew it will keep everyone safe this way, but he looked so miserable doing so. I felt like this is the part of the treatment he gets. He starts small like his house and then eventually go to the garden then a small park and then a nude beach. He hated wearing clothes and he felt like nobody was listening to him. I don’t know if they’re forcing him or treating him unfairly during the process but regardless he defo looked sad in some capacity.

Some cousins even went forwards and said that he’s now starting to be self aware and one being an mvp said that onew was starting to be allowed to walk around naked in public, but with strict supervision. When he saw Victoria, just like in my other dream he asked her to hold him back so he doesn’t hurt her. She was safe and he was visibly seen proud of himself. My locket/taemint cousin said that he was seen being attacked and abused by the hospital and the people around him which was why he looked sad and doesn’t seem to talk to anyone. He’s seen in his house where there were police tapes and guard dogs everywhere. He was mostly seen in his room whimpering underneath his bed as a police man and a doctor watched him and treated him as inhumane as possible. He was scared to talk or say anything because every time he tries explaining himself, everyone would just talk over him and make assumptions about him. This is like how people would perceive depression and other mental health issues. They tend to think that he’s doing it purposely when he’s not. He spoken several times about how he just wanted to be free without having to worry about hurting others except himself. Tbh, that was the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s almost like saying he prefers to hurt himself or take his own life instead of the constant sh and r word he would do. It almost makes me glad that he’s not treated like that in my dreams and he’s almost allowed to have his say whenever he wants.

Also I’m gonna keyboard smash don’t worry-

Awwww poor Onew, he just needs help not to be locked away in captivity and abused. He can't help. A nice warm facility where he gets therapy and discovers the root of his issues is all he needs. Maybe given a stuffed animal that he slowly learns to control himself with. He shouldn't be treated like a caged animal undeserving of compassion. At least he's freeer in your dreams and has a say in his own restraints.

Blessed With A Curse [4]

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Pairing : Kang Yeosang / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Greek God! AU

Words : 4.1k

[Trigger Warning : there’s mentions of an attempted rape in this chapter. I don’t really go into too much detail tbh but I thought I’d still warn y’all about it. If even just the implication of rape makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable please skip over that part of this chapter, I’ll put “TR” in bold before it starts and “TR End” once its over.]

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-Y/N’s P. O. V-

I sighed as I plopped down onto the ground, leaning back against the tree. I closed my eyes for a moment, that is until I felt a hand fall gently atop my head. I opened my eyes so see Wooyoung crouched in front of me, a warm smile on his face as he combed his fingers through my hair. I said nothing as I moved my head away from his hand, nudging it aside with my own hand. 

“Can’t I just get a few seconds of peace?” I asked in an exasperated tone. 

He grinned at my words, giving a shake of his head, “Nope. I’m bored and you’re my only source of entertainment.”

I rolled my eyes as I pushed at his chest lightly, watching in amusement as he rocked back and fell on his ass, “Go find someone else to entertain you.” 

“But you’re the only one that can tolerate me.” He said with a pout. 

The sight of his pout had a small smile play at my lips. Against my better judgment I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, forcefully turning him around so he had his back to me. Just as he was about to question what I was doing I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him back so he was leaning against me as I leaned back against the tree again. I felt him tense under my touch but I gave him a good squeeze before relaxing. 

“Uh...Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked, moving to get up but I held him captive. 

“If you insist on interrupting my time alone then at least be my cuddle buddy. I’m a bit touch starved at the moment.” I replied with a shake of my head, giving his chest a small pat. He fell silent, as if not know what to do. I nudged his head with mine, “Well go on now. You must’ve wanted to tell me something if you came out here.”

“Just wanted to tell you of a little story I heard a few months back,” He started, relaxing into my hold, “But now that I think about it you might not want to hear it.”

“And why not?”

“It’s about Ares. I know what you think of him as an Athenian and I’m sure  you don’t want to hear about the Spartans god.”

I chuckled, amused by how lightly he was treading the topic, “Well you’re wrong about that there, I don’t think about him at all.  I don’t think about any of the gods to be honest, I don’t even think about my own. They’re all pretty useless to me actually.”

“Even Athena?”

“Especially Athena. Like Ares she only cares about war, whether she’d admit that to herself or not is a whole different story,” I said, sighed heavily, “But anyway, what was it you wanted to tell me?”

He remained silent for a moment, relaxing further in my hold, “You know all about Ares being kicked out of Olympus right?”

“Not really. Again, I’m not really interested in the gods so I don’t know much of their stories.” I said, as I began combing my fingers through his hair, “But tell me why, I’ve got to say I’m curious now that you mentioned it.”

“Well long story short he was caught in an affair with Aphrodite and was banished from Olympus. After he was banished he went a bit off the rails. He was said to have brought down chaos all across Greece; wars broke out, whole villages were burned to the ground and eradicated. Men, women, and children were killed, none were spared.” He started, the story sounding terrible already. 

I kept quiet as he continued. As I listened to him talk I felt my eyelids growing heavier and heavier. His story didn’t particularly interest me but I found myself hanging onto his every word. My only problem would be that his voice was just so damn soothing the exhaustion I had felt before came crawling back. Before I knew it I had relaxed further into the tree behind me, unconsciously tightening my hold on Wooyoung as I let the sleep I’d been fighting off finally consume me. 

-Wooyoung’s P. O. V-

I could physically feel her fall asleep, her chest rising and falling at a steady pace as she hugged me close. I brought a hand up to loosely twine my fingers through hers, noting how they fit together. Had I found her first I would have claimed her—no, that’s not true, I would’ve done everything in my power to keep her free. They’re not our possessions, they’re not ours to claim in the first place. I would’ve gone to unimaginable lengths to keep her from being bound to one of us. No good ever comes out of giving a human our mark, sure in the beginning things always worked out but it never ends well, especially when he’s involved. 

“If I had the power I’d remove his mark from you, you've been through enough already. And it pisses me off to no end that I see nothing but pain in your future.” I sighed out, mindlessly playing with her fingers now as she slept. 

I was so enchanted with her hands that I didn’t hear him approach until he crouched down in front of me. Before I could even react he reached out, grabbing my collar and began to pull me towards him when he stopped abruptly. The two of us froze, Y/N tightening her arms around me to keep me in place. I watched his eyes as he glanced back to look at her, his face softening up the slightest bit before he set his jaw, his eyes coming back to meet mine. 

“Unwind yourself from her arms, now.” He ordered, his eyes glowing with anger. 

I could tell he was having a hard time restraining himself, the hand he had on my collar trembling as he tried to hold it in. I took this chance to grab his wrist, my fingers digging into his skin. 

“And if I say no?” I asked, challenging him, taking advantage of the situation. 

The hold he had on my collar tightened significantly, his face twisting in pure rage, “You dare defy me?”

“Y’know I've had it with your empty threats. I’ve never been afraid of you and I’m not about to now.” I growled through my teeth, keeping my voice low so as not to wake Y/N. 

“You talk big hiding behind a mere human.” He spat, “And using my human at that.”

“She’s not yours, she never was and she never will be.”  I shot back, my eyes beginning to glow as I glared at him. 

He growled low in his chest, trembling almost violently, “You’re walking on thin ice Apollo.”

I scoffed, finally calling his bluff, “Even if she wasn’t here you wouldn’t do anything to me. You’re far too fond of us.”

He flinched at my words, his hold loosening the slightest bit, “W-What…”

“You act tough and say shit to intimidate us but when it comes time for you to actually do something you falter, hesitating to lay a finger on us. We’re your weakness.”

“No. You’re wrong…”

“Even after knowing we all don’t give a damn about you you still hesitate. You’re so pathetic.” I spat out, only meaning half of what I was saying. 

“Shut up…” He murmured his voice wavering. 

He and I used to be so close, we were inseparable. He, Artemis, and I were as thick as thieves but then everything changed over night. It was only after he was banished did I realize what I had let happen. He was my best friend, my closest confidant aside from my twin sister… and I turned my back on him when he needed me the most. That day still plays vividly in my dreams every night, the memory haunting me. The look he had in his eyes when I spoke out against him crushed my very soul and in that moment I wished to take back my words but I was too cowardly to do it. I’ve regretted my actions and my lack thereof ever since but I could never bring myself to ask for forgiveness, and I didn’t deserve it. Instead, since meeting him down here I’ve done nothing but antagonize him, wanting him to hate me more because it was I deserved. I was supposed to be the one that stood by his side, defended him, protected him, loved him but instead I drove that knife deeper into his back to the point he couldn’t take it out on his own anymore. 

‘Ares, my brother, I’m sorry I wronged you. I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations. I’m so sorry. I would beg for you to forgive me but I don’t even deserve to have you hear me out. So hate me. If I can be an outlet for your anger then go ahead and hate me. I can go through whatever kind of hell you want to put me through. So give it your best shot...brother.’

The corners of my lips twitched upwards at the thought, my eyes flickering with emotion for a split second before I masked it. Luckily for me he didn’t catch it, instead he caught the way a smile worked its way onto my face. I quickly morphed it into a smirk, the look in his eyes pulling at my heartstrings. 

“I should’ve never helped you…” He whispered, referring to that time one thousand years ago where he saved my life, “I should’ve left you there to rot. I should've ignored Artemis’ pleas to help you. If I had then-”

He cut himself off, inhaling shakily as he finally let me go. He stood to his full height, standing over the two of us. He glanced back at Y/N who surprisingly enough was still fast asleep before meeting my gaze. The pain that was ever present in his eyes was now gone, replaced with resentment.

“You’re lucky she’s here. If it weren’t for her I would’ve already torn you to pieces. The next time I see you and you provoke me like this then I promise you you will not escape with your life.” He threatened his voice low as he glared down at me.

With one last look at Y/N he walked away. I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding, staring after him as he walked away. I closed my eyes and leaned further into Y/N’s hold, biting down harshly on my bottom lip to stop myself from calling after him and begging for forgiveness.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I gave the woman a warm smile as I handed the coins over to her. With a final goodbye I grabbed  my things and left her little stall. My father had sent me out to buy a few things we needed and I had just bought the last thing I needed. It was a rare opportunity for me to explore the city of Athens, the city I was born in. My father and I have been living in Pireas for as long as I can remember and I was rarely allowed to go out on my own. I didn’t like to think of my father as overbearing as some have calmed him over the years, just a little too overprotective. I never resented him for it or rebelled against his rules, knowing he only had them in place to protect me from the dangers of the world. I was his own and only little girl after all.

I smiled softly as I thought of how fussy my father was as I prepared for my short trip this morning. I chuckled to myself as I stuffed everything I was carrying into the saddlebags I had on Ajax, petting his name affectionately.

“C’mon boy, let's get going before my father comes looking for us,” I said as I put my foot through the stirrups, about to pull myself up but an arm wrapped around my shoulder from behind, stopping me.

-TR-

I immediately started struggling in their hold, the blood in my veins going cold as I heard various voices let out laughs. I fought harder against them, beginning to panic until I was thrown to the ground roughly. I scrambled back, putting as much space as I could between me and the men that brought me here. I looked up to see around five of them, standing above me as they gave me looks that were comparable to a lion looking at its prey. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, my brain trying to think of a way out of this situation. I could vaguely hear Ajax neighing in the distance but he was far away that I couldn’t reach him quick enough to escape. I looked for an opening but found none, cursing as I felt for the dagger I kept on me. I was about to pull it out when I stopped myself. What if I pass out again from hearing that voice? Then I really won’t be able to defend myself and these assholes will be able to do whatever they want with me.

“What are you spacing out for sweetheart? Are we not enough entertainment for you?” One of them asked, reaching out a hand to touch me.

I slapped his hand away harshly just before he could touch my face. I stood up so as not to give them the satisfaction of having me look up at them. I don’t know how I’ll be able to get out of this without fighting but I’ll be damned if I just sat there and took it.

“She’s a fiery one.” One of them said with a chuckle, a disgusting look in his eyes.

“I haven’t seen her around before...must be from out of town…” Another trailed off, scanning my figure from head to toe with his eyes.

I stepped back, pulling out my dagger, “Stay back.”

“Oh? What’s this? Little miss is armed and it doesn’t look like she’s afraid to use it,” The last one said with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his lips curled into a grin, “How cute.”

As soon as those words left his mouth he reached out to grab my arm, probably hoping to catch me off guard. I gripped onto the dagger tightly and swung at him, cutting into his arm. I stared at the open wound in shock, not believing that I actually did that. Was the voice not going to say anything this time? Am I really able to fight back freely? But before I could get my hopes up too high a loud ringing reverberated through my ear, the pain of it causing me to drop my dagger and cover my ears with both hands to try and alleviate the pain somehow.

All it took was a second for them to grab me like the vultures they were. I fought against as hard as I could but the four of them overpowered me. Just as one of them grabbed a fistful of my hair, I cried out, saying his name. 

-TR END-

“Yeosang!” 

The instant his name left my lips I felt the men pulled off of me. Like before I scrambled back until my back hit a nearby wall. I looked up to see someone I least expected standing in between me and the men that attacked me. 

“Yeosang…?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of his name, a soft smile playing at his lips as he looked at me. He didn’t say anything, turning back to face the men in front of him. Something about the way his back tensed and the way his hands trembled at his sides told me everything I needed to know that he was beyond angry. The men trembled before him, their faces twisted in fear. They looked like they were going to flee but one seemed to swallow his fear as he charged at Yeosang, swinging at him. Yeosang dodged his punch easily, leaning to one side to avoid it, reaching out to grab the man’s wrist. He must’ve been pretty strong because the moment Yeosang grabbed his wrist the man fell to his knees, clawing at Yeosang’s hand to try and free himself. Yeosang just stared at the man as he squirmed, delivering a swift kick to the man’s stomach, sending him back a few feet. I stared at Yeosang wide eyed, shocked by his strength. The other men stumbled back when Yeosang turned to them, their entire bodies shaking as Yeosang stared them down. None of them tried to fight him as they grabbed their fallen friend and ran. 

I let out a sigh of relief when they left, finally letting the panic I was feeling slip away but the second that was gone I felt tears in my eyes. I looked down at my clothes to see my dress had been torn, my left leg exposed. I shakily reached out a hand to try and cover myself but I was shaking so much I could barely get my hands to grab at the torn fabric, the tears in my eyes blurring my vision. Just as I felt the first of many tears fall from my eyes a dark maroon cloak was laid over my body. I raised my head to see Yeosang crouched in front of me, the look on his was one of unbelievable pain, his brows furrowed as a frown adorned his face. The instant I looked into his eyes the tears I had been trying to hold back came out all at once. I reached over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He wasted no time in wrapping his own arms around my waist, pulling me in closer. I felt his arms trembling ever so slightly as he squeezed me in his hold, a shaky sight leaving his lips.

“I should’ve killed those bastards for touching you with their filthy hands.” He growled out in a low voice, my arms squeezing him tighter at his words.

I don’t know how he knew where to find me or how he was here when I needed him but I didn’t care, I’m just glad he’s here. If he were even a second later then--I don’t even want to think about it. I was crying from the fear I felt from the whole thing but also partly because of how pathetic I was. Here I was, a skilled fighter, able to use any type of weapon but when I needed to put my knowledge and skills to good use I was useless. Why was I blessed with this talent if I couldn’t even use it?

……

“Are you sure you’re okay enough to ride on your own?” Yeosang asked, looking up at me.

I smiled softly, reaching out to run my fingers through Ajax’s mane, “I’m sure, besides, if I don’t ride on Ajax he’ll be anxious the whole way home, he’s a bit clingy.”

Yeosang frowned but he didn’t try to argue about it anymore, turning to Ajax instead, “Take care of her for me,” He muttered to him, Ajax nudging his head against Yeosang’s open palm as if he were telling him not to worry.

Yeosang grinned, pulling out a carrot and giving it to Ajax as a treat, his own horse nudging at his back. Yeosang turned to the horse with a chuckle, pulling out another carrot, “C’mon now girl, you know it's nice to share with others,” He said, probably trying to scold her but his tone was way too soft for that. Silence settled over the two of us after that...that is until I spoke up.

“Thank you…” I mumbled, reaching out to grab his hand, “If you had been even a minute late then they-“

He squeezed my hand tightly in his, cutting me off, “Hey, you’re okay now. Don’t even think about what could’ve happened. I’m just glad I was in the area….and that you thought to call out to me.”

My eyes widened at his words, a blush crawling up my face as I thought back to when I cried out his name without thinking. I had done it almost as if out of reflex, his name being the only thing that came to mind. I looked away, feeling bashful all of a sudden. I heard Yeosang chuckle softly, squeezing my hand one last time before he let go. I watched him pull himself onto his own horse, confusion clear on my face.

“I’m going with you.” He said, as if already knowing why I was confused. 

“But don’t you have other things to do here? I’m sure you didn’t come here just to save me…”

He smiled gently and shook his head, “I had just finished everything I needed to do when I heard you cry out for me. Besides, if I did have something to do it’s not important.”

“But-“ 

“I can just come back another day. Let me accompany you home, please?” He cut me off, practically begging to let him come with me. 

I sighed but nodded, digging my heels into Ajax’s sides, spurring him into a light walk. Yeosang brought his own horse to walk beside mine. We made our way out of Athens in silence, my mind elsewhere. I was still thinking about what happened, the feeling of those bastards hands on me still very much there. I shuddered the longer I thought about it, my hand rubbing at my wrist where one of them grabbed me. Then my mind shifted to Yeosang who showed up almost out of thin air. He didn’t really fight much with any of them but the way he skillfully avoided that punch and kicked at that man told me something very important. 

“Where’d you learn to fight?” I asked, disrupting  the silence that had settled over us. 

He glanced at me before looking away quickly, his eyes staring straight ahead, “I...was a warrior once.”

I raised a brow, my curiosity getting the better of me, “Was?”

He nodded, moving his gaze to stare down at his hands, “Yeah, it’s been a years but I guess the skills I have never faded.”

-Yeosang’s P. O. V-

Had I been even a second later then those men— I shook my head to stop those thoughts from invading my mind. It was taking all the self restraint I had to keep myself from turning Mai around and tearing those bastards limb from limb. 

I stole a glance at Y/N, frowning at how tightly she was holding onto the reigns of her horse. She looked like she was barely holding it together and I couldn’t blame her. When they ran away I had noticed a discarded dagger on the ground, knowing it belonged to her. With her skills I doubt they took it from her and if that weren’t the case then that only leaves one answer, she heard my voice again. Minutes after I had given her my mark all those years ago I put that spell on her to keep her safe but now that she’s grown up it’s more of a curse. How is she supposed to keep herself safe if she becomes unable to think when my voice invaded her mind? Not only that but the harder she resists it the harder it hits her. I’ve made it so her ears start ringing as a final warning and if she keeps resisting she’s rendered unconscious. 

Now I see that my selfish choice to keep her safe was exposing her to danger at every turn. The spell only helped to keep my family from finding her, it prevented them from sending their pawns after her. But it put her at a disadvantage against other humans. There will be times when I don’t make it in time to save her. If I removed that spell from her then even humans would be able to see the mark tying her to me, they wouldn’t dare touch her. And if the spell was gone she’d be able to fight any pawn of theirs that they sent after her, she’d be so much safer. But would it really be the right choice? 

I looked over at her just as the thought crossed my mind. I hated the way she was still trembling ever so slightly out of fear. Fear doesn’t suit someone like her, not when she’s one of mine, not when she’s strong enough to take down 1,000 men without even so much as breaking a sweat. My mark gives her a fraction of my strength and that alone equaled the strength of all of Sparta and Athens’ armies combined. So was I really keeping her strength locked away for her own good or was it for my own selfish needs?

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General Tags : @mirror-juliet 

series tags : @btrombley13​

Dracika headcanons ~ 🖤🦇

Y E S, I’m back on my bullshit (like I ever stopped😂) and this is me feeling my way with Dracula and seeing what he and I have together; as well as sharing some moments we’ve already had with each other in the time we’ve known each other.

Full disclosure: I am well aware that he would snap my neck and drink me like a capri sun in reality without a second thought. I know that we are 100% incompatible but I really don’t care. Believing that Drac would be, at least, fond of me makes me go 🥺😭🥺😭💖✨💖✨🥰💖✨ so that’s all that matters skskskskks. I’m so sorry if anyone’s sick of this, I really do understand, but I like to have all my self-shipping stuff on the same blog, which is why I’m posting it here and not on my side blog (on which requests for him are open👀).

Word count: 2, 421.

OMG MY UWUS ARE DROPPED I’M SOFT I’M CRY I’M LOVE 🥺😭🥺😭💜💜💜 LOOK AT HIMMMMM ~ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I legitimately can’t stop staring I’m captivated someone help but also leave me here... I’m suffering but I’m enjoying it... 🥺

As yet, Dracula and I haven’t spent too much time together. We’re still very much wondering what’s going on and why it’s going on and how everything is going to work. All we’re really aware of at this stage is that, for some reason, we’re drawn to each other. We’ve mostly just been... watching each other and getting to know one another through observation and gut instinct rather than... sitting down and talking. I think this is how it will be for the most part with us, though. We’re an odd dynamic but the both of us are quickly growing to like it.

He and I don’t spend much... time together, at least not yet as I’ve already said, but we spend a lot of time in the same room. I’ll do my thing and he will do his thing and occasionally one of us will glance over at the other. Quizzical looks are exchanged and Drac may ask if I’m all right, but other than that, we don’t talk, either. We’ve been silent company to one another for much of this time. I think that may be the main part of our dynamic - comfortable silence. I don’t really know what to say to a five hundred year old vampire because I don’t want to make my stupidity as a person with a lack of life experience obvious and Drac prefers to not talk at all when he’s busy doing something. He very clearly expresses his irritation at this through his body language and I’m not so good at handling when people are annoyed at me so I’d just rather not speak unless I have to.

When I go to bed, I always ask Drac to join me. He could come into my bed without an invitation, but as he puts it, “consent is unnecessary but delicious” so he waits for me to ask him. It never takes me long and tbh I’m not fully comfortable going to bed, especially with my night time phobias, without him there in the room with me anyway. As soon as I’m lying down and comfortable, Drac’s standing at the foot of my bed. He’ll crawl up my mattress (my bed’s against the wall so when I’m already in bed he has no other way of coming in unless he wants to climb over me and that’s too graceless for him) and I’ll pull the covers back for him. He slides in so quickly that my very squeaky mattress (it’s in desperate need of being replacing but I can’t afford it) doesn’t make any kind of noise. “Oh, bedtime for the human, is it?" My only answer is to turn and nestle my face into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and sleep finds me quickly. If I try to look around the room, he’ll hold my head where it is with a hand and he won’t let me look. He reasons the more I look, the more scared I’ll become, so he’d rather prevent me from looking at all. He’s the most dangerous creature in any room, anyway.

During the day, Drac sleeps so, of course, I’m left alone. He lays down with me when I go to bed and he leaves when I’m finally asleep (700 position changes and a deal with Satan later😂), but when I get up, he’s beside me and now I’m the one leaving when he’s finally asleep. I sleep when I’m tired and I don’t have much of a sleeping schedule so it’s not unusual for me to be up until four or sometimes five in the morning, and a bonus to this is that I get to spend more time with him. The nights are just for us; when the world slips away, he and I find each other.

When I’m away from Drac and I’m missing him or just needing his energy around me, I wear this jumper. It’s a small inside joke between us.

Drac’s reaction to my jumper was:

He appreciates the way it’s spelt (and so do I) and he’s been eager to get me out of it.👀

Drac is 6′4 and I’m 5′7 so the height difference is... amusing. At least to him. He calls me his “little bat” when I’m going to sleep or when I’m being cuddly (a luxury he doesn’t allow often; it’s usually saved for when I’m in some kind of distress), and when he’s feeling romantic or apologetic, he calls me “luna bella”.

He and I go on nightly walks down the beach together. I love to walk along the three metre high wall so I can properly feel the wind in my hair and some semblance of freedom, and if I lose my balance, he’ll just chuckle and tell me to be careful. Not in as many words but he’ll make a quip about the fragility of mortals and it sends the message through. If I do fall, he’ll catch me before I do. All of me is safe with Count Dracula. He likes to say he won’t catch me but I pretended to slip properly once just to see what he would do and he reacted very quickly so I think it’s safe to say he’s full of shit.😂

I got very attached to him, very quickly once I got over my fear. Even when I’m with him, I miss him, and Drac can always pick up on it. He finds it hilarious and doesn’t understand why I miss him despite our closeness a lot of the time, but there’s no way to explain it. Even so, I know he misses me too, because he’s with me more often than we’re away from each other. Drac has an odd love language but I’m slowly coming to learn him.

The night I realised I wasn’t scared anymore and I wanted him with me, I called him to me. All I had to do was say his name, and he was there. He was obviously in the area and he must have heard me from close by. I was in bed, ready to sleep, and he waited for me to speak. His eyebrows were raised and there was a slight smirk on his face.

“Can you...can you stay with me? I’m not scared of you anymore but I also... don’t really know what to do.”

“You don’t know what to do, so you called me? Are you really not afraid of me?” His smirk kept widening, as did that look in his eye.

I hesitated but I still said, “not anymore.” and I pulled the duvet back on the side which would become his. “Join me?”

“This is a surprise. I did not see this coming.” He could smell my weariness but we didn’t speak much after that point. He laid down beside me and I slowly, carefully moved to cuddle him. And by that I mean I smushed myself into his side and he let me, but he didn’t reciprocate.😅😂

Drac tried to move away just at the point I was on the edge of sleep and I clung to him; I wouldn’t let him leave me. I had to show I trusted him, the way he wanted me to, and I guess falling asleep beside him was the best way to do so.

I kept moving around and it irritated him so eventually he tugged me to lay on top of him... he wrapped his arms around me and held me to him. His cold embrace is the safest cage I’ve ever been in. I woke and he wasn’t there but I could feel his energy around me. He won’t ever leave.

I don’t think he could ever love me, not in the way I love him, but I know he’s very fond of me and that’s enough. The fact that he is with me as often as he is, is proof enough that he, at least, has a soft spot for me.

I show him every day that I love him because I don’t really know how to say it to him. He’s five hundred years old so the usual methods of confession seem a bit... pointless. He needs more than words. I do this in subtle ways... for example, having my hair slung over my shoulder and I’ll lay down on it so my neck is bared. I fall asleep on him. I ask him to be with me while I sleep. He has free-for-all consent to drink from me but as yet, he hasn’t. I suspect it’s because he dislikes coffee...🤔😂

Usually, I lay atop Drac when we cuddle, but there’s been a few times he lays on me. Sometimes I’ll wake in the night and he’s looming over me. My lamp looks like a golden halo around the top of his head, and in my sleepy state I loop my arms around his neck and tug him down. He could so easily break out of my hold but he doesn’t. He lets me tug him down and I snuggle into him and press kisses all over his neck, leaving mock bites. He appreciates the irony.

Dracula calls “darling” or “my love”. He never uses my name; it’s always a term of endearment. I’m not sure why. If he’s telling me to do something, then it’s “dear”; comfort is “darling”, and the other names are as I’ve said.

I only call him “Drac”... “Dracula” if he’s annoying me. “My love” is a general term of endearment; we share a like for that one. Sometimes... and mostly at night (our real time together), I call him “my Drac”. It makes him smile... I don’t get much of a reaction, just a twitch of his lips, but I adore it.

When I’m upset, Drac doesn’t hold me. He doesn’t shush me or try to comfort me. He just... stays. With every passing moment, he takes a step closer until he’s standing right beside me and then he allows me to take whatever comfort I need. He’s not entirely sure how to comfort me, we’re still learning each other, but he follows my lead. As long as he’s in the room, as long as he’s close by, I can usually pull myself together on my own; I’m used to doing that so it saves him the effort. If I talk, he listens. If I don’t talk, he speaks. Whatever I need, he’ll do. He can read me well. I’m still learning him; there’s multiple options to everything he does and says and I love that about him.

With me being afraid of the dark and Drac being afraid of the light, I’d say we’re perfect for each other.😂

And speaking of...

Both of us know and live with fear far more than we should. We have our reasons (which are illogical), and the fear we see in one another is partly why we’re so drawn to each other. I recognise the fear in him (it’s the opposite of my own fear) and he recognises mine. We understand each other on this level and we do what we can to keep each other safe. 

I definitely have a Protecc™ streak for Drac; my blackout curtains are perfect for keeping him safe, and though Drac hates my night light, which makes it daylight in my room, he never wants a repeat of that one night last week so he accepts it. He knows I’m scared sometimes even with the light, so he holds me tight and he won’t let me go. 

Both of us are exposed to our fears every day and both of us face them anyway. We’re brave on our own but together it feels like we only increase that strength.

He’s so cute🥺.

He picks up on how the modern world works through consuming the blood of others’ (which I wilfully turn a blind eye to lmao I’m not about to tell him who he can and can’t eat; my morality has always been grey), but I help him with it too. Sometimes I can’t explain stuff to him so I’ll just show him what I’m talking about. He’s a quick learner. We watch Netflix every night together and sometimes he’ll take Poe or Wilde off my bookshelf and read me to sleep. I love his voice so much.

I love him. He’s safety from my fear in the dark. When I go to bed at night, I always consider sleeping in the dark but he sits on my bed and watches me. “That’s it, turn the light off. You’ll only turn it back on again. That’s what you do, that’s what you always do. What’s the point, darling? Just come lay down a while.”

Dracula is safety and comfort. He’s a smile and laughter because he’s very sassy. There’s something... about him which makes me mentally sleepy. I don’t know how to explain it but he just... makes me want to relax. I do relax when I’m with him and I think that’s why I spend time with him as often as I do, and why I’ve re-watched his series about eleven times in two weeks (to date).

He used to scare me (and he’s been warned that if he ever jumps out at me like he’s known to do to others, he will bring that back temporarily. He’s also been warned not to raise his voice at me, for the same reasons) but now he just makes me feel safe and relaxed and comfortable.

One day, Drac will step into the light and I will step into the dark. And in the space between us where the shadow lies, our hands will join, our fingers will interlock... and we’ll walk forth into what’s next together.

He came into my life at a time when my fear was and is at an all time high, and I think he’s here with me to help me to learn to deal with it. Maybe along the way, I can do the same for him. No one deserves to live in fear and isolation for 500 years, no matter what their dietary requirements are.

I love all of Dracula. I can say that with complete confidence now; I cried out of love for him earlier today and when I sleep tonight, I’ll tell him. Whether he loves me, I have no idea, but I think... I may be someone who’s gotten closer to him than anyone else has for a very long time.

Human - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Complicated is too simple a word to explain the relationship between you and the Master. But perhaps he doesn’t hate you that much.

(A/N: This is the breakup fic. Just FYI. Might be OOC, but this is more for me tbh)

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Kidnapping, breakup

Travelling with the Master was… strange, to say the least. You had been a friend of the Doctor’s a long time ago. After a close-call with the Weeping Angels, you had both decided that it would be better for you to go home. Safer. And it was. Until the Master came calling. He was from your Doctor’s future, a few regenerations after the Master who became prime minister. And, as usual, he was looking for the Doctor. And a hostage was always useful.

Technically you were his prisoner. And at first, it had certainly felt like that, as he dragged you around time and space looking for her, always a step out of sync with her adventures. You hated him with every facet of your being. He had dragged you away from your home, made you feel as though you were constantly being held at gunpoint, took his anger and frustration out on you. You guessed he wanted your fear. But you wouldn’t let him have it. You hid everything away under a façade of cool indifference, sarcasm, and over-confidence. Just like the Doctor would. You weren’t sure if it worked. The Master did know the Doctor better than anyone; if anyone could see through her tactics, it would be him. If he did, he didn’t let on.

As time went on, your relationship became less captor and prisoner and more… there wasn’t quite a word for it. You guessed you might say reluctant companions. It wasn’t an immediate change. You couldn’t say when it happened, but you were pretty sure it started when he let you wander his TARDIS on your own while he had his daily meltdown. Of course, most of the doors were locked, and you didn’t stray too far in case you got lost in the endless halls, but you did find a massive library. Artwork from every era lined the walls between towering bookshelves, desks were hidden in alcoves, the floor cluttered with rugs. It was lit warmly with candles. Somehow, despite the size of the room, it was cosy. Reaching out you pulled a book off of a shelf without looking and, finding a soft armchair in a closed-off corner, you curled up with it.

You didn’t realise how long you had been there until you heard him shouting your name. He came into the room, muttering pointless threats. It took him grabbing the book out of your hands to draw your attention away. Your eyes widened in surprise and fear as he glared down at you. “And what do you think you’re doing?” You scrambled to your feet, tripping on the cushions, to stand in front of him. “I was just reading,” You protested, trying to snatch the book back, but he held it out of your reach. “Back to the console room. Now.” He ordered, turning to leave without checking that you were following. You weren’t. He seemed to realise this by the time he got to the door, as he sighed and stood for a moment, his shoulders tensing, before he looked back around. “What?” “I’m not a child. Don’t talk to me like one.” “You’re a human. Practically the same thing.” You rolled your eyes at him but followed anyway. “Can I at least get the book back?” You chanced. He glanced at you, disbelief in his eyes, and almost chuckled. He handed you the now slightly bent book which you took quickly before the two of you went back to the console room. After that, you spent a lot of time in the library. And he didn’t ever mention it or ban you. A coffee machine appeared, a cupboard of blankets. It was probably just the TARDIS. Probably.

You started to actually spend time in the places you visited, rather than just making a mad dash through whatever place the TARDIS brought you to, looking fruitlessly for the Doctor. He still insisted that you were his captive – he had to. But you liked to think he hated you slightly less than everyone else.

And then your world fell apart around you. Or at least it felt like it. He took you home. “Not permanently,” He insisted, “Just for a visit. You can grab some things.” It had technically only been two hours since he’d taken you. For everyone else at least. While you were packing a bag, your phone buzzed next to you. You grabbed it casually, checked the message like you did all the time, completely average.

We need to talk. We need to break up.

The rest of the message was a blur. The phone fell out of your hand. You watched it spin as it fell to the floor and bounced on the carpet. The screen still bright. You were shaking. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t feel anything but the pain, the aching in your chest. Your head buzzed with white noise. You moved automatically, scooping your phone into your bag and hooking it over your shoulder. Out of your flat, down the stairs, out of the door. The TARDIS wasn’t far away, disguised as an old car. You still weren’t used to the working chameleon circuit. Your feet carried you inside. The Master was stood at the console, watching the screens intently. “That was quick.” The comment was a throwaway. No answer required. Usually, you would have made a joke, some sarcastic comment, but not today. Not now. You walked past him, dumping your bag onto the ground and retreating to the door that lead further inside as your emotions started to take over and tears began to fall. “Stop.” You stuttered on your feet, battling between the want, the need to be alone and the survival instinct that told you if you didn’t listen you’d be in big trouble. Survival won out. You turned around, hurriedly swiping at your cheeks, keeping your head down. No eye contact. Or you would break. “What’s wrong?” He sighed. Glancing up for a split second you saw that he had stepped back from the console, head resting in one hand with the other on his hip. You couldn’t see his face. Was he really…? No. Don’t be stupid. “Nothing.” “(Y/N)…” There was a warning in the growl. A warning that said Don’t lie to me. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t care anyway.” Any caution was thrown to the wind. You just had to get away. You couldn’t deal with him right now. You needed to be alone. “I care if you’re going to be moping about more than usual. You bring the mood down.” Dismissive as always. You stepped back up to the console, leaning against it and staring at the complicated controls. “Sorry if I’m not super enthusiastic about being kidnapped by an insane Time Lord,” You huffed. Or tried to. On the final words of the sentence, your throat tightened, and they became choked. Tears began to form again as the text message swirled around your mind. “Ugh, don’t tell me you’re crying,” He groaned, having looked across at the failure of your voice, “You haven’t cried once since you got here.” “It’s not you.” You might have shouted at him if you’d had the energy. You nodded at your bag, not trusting yourself to say any more. He sighed in irritation at your attitude but crossed the room and picked it up. “Phone.” Barely a whisper. He reached inside. “Password.” “1748.” The day you met the Doctor. Sentimental. He unlocked it. The messages app was still open. You couldn’t look as he read the texts. It was all you could do to keep the fragile strands of composure together. “Oh.” And that word, that tiny, meaningless word… it made it real. And it broke you. Pain flooded from you like a tidal wave. Your body shook as you sobbed, as you clung at yourself, pulled at your clothes, at your hair, as you fell apart in front of him. Whatever embarrassment you felt was overwhelmed by the raw emotions that tore at your insides. Your sorrow, your grief, your anger, your loneliness. The Master could have been doing cartwheels and you wouldn’t have noticed. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You went to hurry past him, down the stairs and into the bowels of the TARDIS, but he caught your arm, stopping you in your tracks. His grip was tight, but it didn’t hurt. Maybe you were just numb. “Look, just leave me alone.” They were barely words, more ragged gasps between sobs. He pulled you forward and stood in front of you, taking hold of your arms and keeping you in place. “Stop crying.” You couldn’t. You gasped for breath, for peace, but the tears wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t control it. “Stop.” Maybe it was the tightness of his grip, or some weird Time Lord magic, or just the sound of his voice, but with a few gulps, you managed to contain yourself. Tears still ran down your cheeks, but your breathing steadied and you could actually see him now. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked concerned. “He is not worth your tears. He’s human, an insignificant, stupid little human. He doesn’t matter.” You wiped away a tear with your sleeve, chuckling weakly. “I mean, I am also an insignificant, stupid little human.” He shook his head, laughing under his breath, making you frown. “You might be human, but you’re far different from any of that lot.” He pulled away from you – almost like he was embarrassed. “Doesn’t seem like it. The Doctor left me, you hate me, and here I am crying over a guy who…” You had to stop yourself from speaking as the pain started to build up again. “Get over him. And get over yourself.” He was pacing, circling the console while you stood, hunched, tear-stained. “Do you really think I would let just anyone travel with me?” “I thought we were looking for the Doctor?” You began walking in the other direction. You met him after a few steps, seemingly surprising him. He avoided your eyes. “We are… the long way.” “Why?” The fear that you had felt for so long was slowly starting to disappear as you realised the Master maybe wasn’t as cruel and heartless as you thought. “Don’t push me.” He attempted to step around you to get to the console but you stopped him. “Why the long way?” “Because for some reason…” He groaned, frustrated, and ran a hand through his already tangled hair. “I like you. I like your company. Turns out I prefer it over being alone.” “I’m flattered.” You smiled weakly. The pain was still there, the anger, but you pushed it away. For him. “Don’t. You’re still my prisoner. I just happen to also not hate you.” “I can live with that.” You grin. “So…” “So?” “What now? Where are we off to?” You walked to one of the screens, despite knowing you wouldn’t be able to read the information on it, and pulled it closer to you. In the reflection you saw the Master approach, leaning over the shoulder. You were hyperaware of his presence, of the space between your bodies. But you weren’t scared. “Anywhere you want.” His voice was low, enticing. You turned, starting slightly at just how close he was, but not backing off. “Anywhere?” “Anywhere.” You considered the offer, imagining all the places, all the times you could go, all the things you could see. “Take me…” Your eyes were locked on his. “Take me somewhere beautiful.” “Somewhere beautiful it is.” He stepped closer, his chest against yours, making you look up at him, and he reached around you, pulling a lever on the console, jolting the TARDIS to life.

Time for a new adventure.

PART TWO

MASTERLIST

instigation | mammon

‣ pairing: mammon x reader

‣ genre: risque??but also kinda sweet tbh

‣ words: 1.7k

‣ rating: sfw

‣ warning: mc is fed up with mammon’s bs and instigates herself into a situation that’s a little risque,, also mammon emanates strong sub vibes

‣ notes: still not sure where this came from,, kinda just sat down this morning and cranked this out

posted 3.30.20 | masterlist

Mammon… is not one for PDA. Scratch that--he’s not one for PDA initiated by you. As long as he is the one grabbing your hand, ruffling your hair, or the like, he’s completely fine, but that moment you try to peck his cheek or hold his hand, he becomes a flustered mess and shuts you down. Most of the brothers aren’t fans of PDA either--other than Asmo, you think--but Mammon’s case is a little unique.

In addition to the fact that your own boyfriend won’t let you so much as look at him in public, he also still tries to play things off like he doesn’t like you, which makes him look even more like a dumbass than he normally makes himself look, but you digress. You’ve been chalking it up to him ‘protecting his masculinity’ and have gone along with it thus far, but today you’ve reached your breaking point.

After the two of you had spent a good portion of your Saturday on a date in town, you were about ready to fight someone. You had been denied the privilege of holding Mammon’s hand a grand total of five times, yet he was free to pull you around as he pleased. Time and time again, you would subtly begin to slip your hand into his, but the moment you made skin contact Mammon would rip his hand away and begin going off on a tangent about something stupid, like how the clouds were an unusual color today.

You wish you were kidding, but he honest to God started rambling about the cloud color.

The clouds are always the same color in the Devildom.

Deciding enough was enough, the cogs in your head begin to turn as you start to plan your payback. It was one thing if Mammon simply wasn’t comfortable with PDA at all, but the fact that he’s gone as far as to physically lift you off the ground to keep others away from you leads you to believe it’s more of a mental barrier than anything. A mental barrier that you are going to be forcefully launching him over today, if all goes well. It wouldn’t be anything too drastic--you’re not an asshole--but you’re sure that by the time your work is done Mammon is going to be a blushing mess. Ideally, all you’d have to do is give his butt a little squeeze in front of Lucifer or something.

You can envision it now: Lucifer would give you some snarky “I’m smarter than you” response about how you should do such acts in private, but you know that’s just because he’s frustrated Diavolo never grabs his butt. You pity the poor man, really. Thirst doesn’t look good on him.

An opportunity to carry out your dastardly plot presents itself much quicker than you ever could have hoped. You had retreated pretty quickly to your room after dinner to get some homework done, and after a solid hour of mind-melting worksheets and readings, you decide to take a break and make your way into the common room. 

Lo and behold, there stands Mammon with his back to you! Unsurprisingly, he’s busy ranting his cute little head off to Asmo and Satan about some new scheme to make money. Neither of them seems to be interested in listening to the second oldest whatsoever, not that you blame them. More than once, Mammon has tried to convince you to join a pyramid scheme that he had been roped into, but you’ve been able to dodge that bullet so far. The moment you enter the room the captive audience lights up so eagerly that you have to quietly shush them before they announce to the entire Devildom that you’re here.

“Are ya even listen’ to me?” Mammon grumbles, eyebrows knitting themselves together in frustration as it finally begins to sink in that his brothers aren’t the least bit interested in whatever plan he was letting them in on. “Fine, but don’t come crawlin’ back when I strike it ri--”

His words choke themselves off the moment you capitalize on the chance to wrap your arms around his slender waist. Sputtering in surprise, Mammon tries to wriggle himself free from your arms, but being the ever-knowledgeable girlfriend that you are, you had expected that and had firmly anchored yourself. Without giving him any time to collect himself, you nuzzle your face into the crook where his neck meets his shoulders, satisfaction rolling down your body when you feel him involuntarily shiver as your lips brush against his tanned skin.

You pointedly greet the other two with little more than a murmur as you gently squeeze Mammon’s waist in your arms. Sparing a glance over to the younger brothers present in the room, you’re rather pleased to see that Satan has preoccupied himself with a book, which means that he has no interest in whatever you were about to get yourself into, and that Asmo is watching the both of you with a devilish grin. You’ve complained to Asmo many times about how his brother interacted with you in front of others, so you’re sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that he knows exactly what’s going on.

In fact, you’re pretty sure he flashes you a quick thumbs-up before he sidles into a more comfortable position on the couch.

Indecipherable stammering draws your attention back to the man trapped within your arms. A look similar to Asmo’s spreads across your face once you see the violent blush that has exploded on Mammon’s cheeks. The reddish tint is even more pronounced due to being framed by his white hair, and before you can help yourself to let out a soft chuckle.

“Hey there, Mammon,” you say quietly, a sly grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. You had never in your wildest dreams thought it’d be this easy to get your boyfriend to fall apart.

Blue eyes find yours, and you’re quite honestly caught off-guard by the mix of intensity, sheepishness, and heat that are swirling around in them. The two of you have only gone as far as a couple heated make-out sessions, but the look he’s giving you right now is drawing you dangerously close to stepping over a line.

However, you have come here with a purpose, and you’re determined to see it through to the end. Without breaking eye contact, you press a soft close-mouthed kiss to the area you had been hovering over before slowly retracting your arms, taking care to trail your hands over his body as you pull away.

The way he shivered as you did so made something akin to pride swell within your chest.

Mammon turns around to face you and begins to reach out to re-establish contact with you almost instinctively, but you simply take a step backward. Before you back out of the common room, a cheery, “Just wanted to see how you all were doing!” falls from your lips before you essentially skip away towards your room, content with all that you had accomplished today.

Mammon’s ruddy face has already ingrained itself in your mind, and as you close your bedroom door behind you, you can’t help but imagine the heated intensity you had seen earlier in his gaze. In fact, you could have sworn that you felt his eyes boring holes into your back as you left him behind, and it’s likely that he watched you for as long as he could. A shiver of anticipation rushes down your spine; there was something about the way Mammon had looked at you that had set off a series of warning systems in your head.

Not warning systems signifying danger, oh no. These were warning systems for yourself. You backed your instigating booty out of the common room much sooner than you would have liked because you knew that if you were around Mammon while he was emanating sub vibes any longer that you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from jumping him then and there.

There have been other times where you’ve had to excuse yourself, but it’s never been because of such a tension-filled moment. No, you normally have to leave because for some reason unbeknownst to you, Mammon had done or said something stupid and you found yourself getting worked up. Like, picturing him sprawled out beneath you on your bed, breathless and waiting for you to do something, anything, kind of worked up.

Leave it to you to be attracted to a moron.

By now, your own cheeks are properly flushed, and you thank your lucky stars that you had been strong enough to hold the blush back for as long as you did. Your relief is short-lived, however, as a particular white-haired demon swings your door open. Mammon’s blue eyes immediately meet your own as he hurries to shut the door behind him. As the door closes, he moves towards you and quickly takes you into his arms, his face burying itself into your neck much like what you had done to him minutes prior.

You wrap your arms around him silently, your thoughts racing at a mile a minute. You’re taken aback from how suddenly he had appeared even though you had a sneaking suspicion that he’d follow you after the stunt you just pulled. For a while, neither of you say anything. At some point, you move one of your hands from his back to the nape of his neck, gently running your fingers through his hair. Warm air fans against your neck as Mammon lets out a contented sigh, loosening his arms ever so slightly.

“What’s up, Mammon?” you say, your voice much lighter and more breathy than you expected. Without any thought, he answers, although you strain to hear what he says due to how muffled his words are against your neck. Familiar shivers shake your body and you can’t help but remember how Mammon had quivered under your touch earlier.

“You left me.”

You find yourself swallowing to clear up a sudden lump in your throat. The words themselves were heart-wrenching, but something about the way he said them gave you some other impression. “I did.”

It’s then that Mammon finally meets your eyes once again, and when he does you’re rendered speechless at the pure need that is staring back at you. You mindlessly cup his cheek with one hand, and he instantly melts into your touch, clinging onto your hand to keep it pressed against his burning cheek.

“Please keep going.”

@kcmorebi​ said: [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food ( maybe fish from after fishing?? or anything else tbh!! ) ⚘                 word prompts compilation || ❀

     There was practiced skill in the way his successor handled a fishing rod, nary a single toss of hook and lure missing its mark, not a single fish escaping the eventual FATE of being brought in as captive. Often, the Hero of Time would watch from his spot, lupine form spread comfortably on the floor a little ways away from the other and his task. Every now and then would his muzzle rise in interest at a particularly large catch, and rarely, would he move from his spot to get a closer look.

     It was impressive, really, though not for any lack of the skill in himself, more so, the fact of having never met another who could be on par      perhaps even best him��     at the activity. Watching the Hero of Twilight reel in fish after fish made him miss doing so himself, recalling the THRILL of feeling the bite catch his line and the tension settle as it grew closer and closer, wondering if it would manage to escape the hook, or if he’d bring in a real lunker.

     “You’re really good at that.” Came the compliment after the silence wore on, despite such a thing not being uncomfortable. With the fishing session coming to a close, it was high time he said SOMETHING, at the very least. “There’ll be a fine feast tonight.”

     Cooking said fish turned out to be just as great a task, open campfire allowing flames to lick descaled skin into golden-brown. Paired with the wild herbs the golden wolf had suggested the other use to season their catch, the scent was incredible, and with the WAMRTH the fire provided in the process, it was far too easy for the phantom to be lulled into a comfortable ‘nap’      though that entailed none of the sleeping, and more of just a moment’s peace and silence, eyes shut and form curled whilst he listened to the crackle of the fire.

     It was only when the other addressed him that he lifted his head once again, eye shifting focus from the fire, to the Hero of Twilight, before finally falling onto the steaming fish held out in offering. “I don’t     ” The words DIED on his tongue with but a single look at his successor’s face, friendly and bright, as though the simple offer was something he found joy in (and perhaps, he did). It would be cruel to deny such a gift, even more so over something as silly as not needing to eat.

     He very well could eat, it just wasn’t necessary.

     “... Thank you, Link.” And with a glimmer of light, the flicker of muzzle morphing into a GHASTLY grin, before finally, settling onto the memory of what once was, the Hero of Time reached forth and accepted the gifted meal with a kind smile, indulging in what he could only assume tasted divine. 

     “Keep at this enough, and you’ll be Hyrule’s greatest chef, yet~” He teased.

Aquarium ShowTime - Chapter 10 (A3! Event story)

Chapter 9 | Epilogue

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Misumi: “Wow, look! So many of Engawa-senpai’s fans have gathered!” Azami: “As expected of Engawa-senpai… He’s THE penguin among penguins. They all came because they wanted to see his manly appearance.” Yuki: “What are you saying. Isn’t it obvious that they came because they wanted to see Negitoro-senpai?” Homare: “Exactly. Handsome, with a clear gaze… The cool Negitoro-san. Hah, I’m swooning.” Sakuya: “Wait a minute. I think they’re all fans of Ikura-sama, who is really kind on top of being handsome.” Muku: “Ikura-sama’s smile is just like the sun. You look wonderful today as well, Ikura-sama…!” Misumi: “…Huh? What was that, Engawa-senpai?” Azami: “Ahem, I will translate senpai’s words and convey them to you insolent people!” Azami: << Don’t get worked up over trivial matters. But the number 1 ikepen among us is of course, yours truly. >> [1] Yuki: “Pardon? This is what Negitoro-san is saying!” Homare: << You’re saying whatever you want. It’s obvious that I am the one who will be made to satisfy them. If necessary, we can make a match out of it too. >> Sakuya: << If that’s the case, then I can’t afford to stay quiet either. The one to capture everyone’s hearts will be me ☆ >> Muku: “Oh, Ikura-sama’s wink!! So cool~!!”

Audience A: Ahahaha! The penguins are so cool! Audience B: I’m going to cheer for Engawa-senpai! Audience C: For me, it’s the prince from the Ikura-sama faction! Izumi: (Having everyone be the spokespeople for the penguins’ thoughts was a great idea after all!) Misumi: << First up will be the sliding competition. Will you be able to keep up with the speed of yours truly? >> Misumi: << Listen well, you guys. Don’t take your eyes off yours truly. …Only look at me. >> Audience B: Kyaah!! Engawa-senpai! Audience A: His sliding appearance is totally cute!! Yuki: << The hurdles are my field of expertise. As it is, I can fly over this easily. >> Yuki: << Of course, even with obstacles to our love, I would fly over them with ease. >> Audience D: Negitoro-san is super cool! My heart is pounding! Muku: << Next is the seesaw, right? >> Muku: << The seesaw of your heart, it’s already slanting in my direction. …Isn’t that right? >> Audience C: Kyaah, Prince Ikura is so cool…! Izumi: (Thanks to Muku-kun making use of his knowledge of shoujo manga for Tsuzuru-kun’s script, the heart-pounding lines are right on the mark too.) Azami: << Are you captivated by yours truly? Come over here and I will iwa-don you. >> [t/n: basically kabedon but against a rock (= iwa)…] Homare: << I’m eating small fish during intervals… You like small fish as well? …What a coincidence. >> Homare: << There is a secret small fish café that I like. Maybe I should take you there next time. …Only you are special. >> Muku: << My wings are pretty? Thank you, that makes me happy. Next time, I want you to let me groom you too. >> Audience E: Ahahaha! Geez, it’s so funny and cute! They’re seriously ikepen~! Audience F: Men will fall for this too! Misumi: “It’s finally time for the last item of business, the dive. Right, senpai?” Yuki: “Please demonstrate some stylish diving, Negitoro-san!” Sakuya: “…Ikura-sama, let’s go!” Ikura: …Kuah!

Azami: “Did everyone see Engawa-senpai’s dynamic jump?” Homare: “Negitoro-san’s refined profile during his dive! Wonderful!!” Izumi: (Next is Ikura’s turn to dive…) Ikura: …… Sakuya: << …The truth is that before, diving wasn’t particularly my strong point. >> Sakuya: << But you know, I want you to see a cool side of me… I practiced because I wanted your heart to flutter. >> Sakuya: << So, watch me! >> Ikura: ──! Izumi: (Yay! Ikura’s dive was a success!!) Muku: “That was awesomely cool, Ikura-sama! Ha, the glittering splashes looked like jewels!” Staff: Ikura… good for you…! Izumi: (The staff who has been helping looks really happy too!)

Yuki: “Everyone, thank you for coming today.” Misumi: “Which penguin was to your liking?” Sakuya: “Please come to see the ikepen again~!”

Kamekichi: Great work, you guys! It was a good show! Izumi: I’m glad that the collaboration project was a huge success! The guests really enjoyed it as well. Staff: It was really amusing! It was so popular that afterwards, the penguin goods sold out at the shop! Staff: Thank you so much! We look forward to working with you again! Izumi: The pleasure is ours! Misumi: Thanks, penguins~! Ikura: Kuah! Misumi: “You guys, do come again,” …he said~! Muku: Ikura-kun…! Sakuya: Yeah, we will definitely come again! Other penguins: …… Azami: Hm? Homare: Oh, one penguin walked over to Ikura. Izumi: I wonder what’s going on? He’s flapping his wings towards Ikura… Muku: Don’t tell me this is…! Misumi: This one has apparently fallen in love with Ikura~! [2] Izumi: Really!? Sakuya: Is this the effect of that show…!? Penguin charmed by Ikura: ♪~ Misumi: “I will make him happy all through his life!” …is what he’s saying~. Muku: Wow…how wonderful! Sakuya: Good for you, Ikura! Yuki: In one go, he’s living the life… To say nothing of comrades, he even got a lover. Azami: Lo-, lover!? Homare: Splendid! The poetic inspiration is surging! Homare: Lover birds, penguins eternal~, bubble popping Ikura, diving into your heart! Kamekichi: That Ikura… Just like me, he became lady killer. Izumi: Ahahaha…

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translator’s notes: 

[1] Engawa “uses” ore-sama, hence the yours truly... 

[2] I was a little surprised when that one penguin that walked up to Ikura seemed to be male (the penguin used “ore”). I don’t know how common same-sex partnership among penguins is tbh, but I did wonder for a moment if I had maybe misgendered Ikura? But then Kamekichi called him a “womanizer”, so....

Tales from the scrap file

I was tagged by @cullenlovesmen – all the way back in September 2019! 🙈  I’m so sorry this took me so long to do it, my friend! ❤️  You can read her answers to this Tumblr writing meme for her own Dragon Age canon-divergent Cullen/Sebastian epic longfic “A Love Long Lost” here. 

Like T, I too have extensive scrap files for my fics, especially my longfics, but I’m going to fill mine in for – you guessed it – my DA2 Regency AU Carver/Merrill longfic “A Chance Engagement”. Currently there are well over 20,000 words that will never see the light of day (probably closer to 22k tbh), and there will likely end up being more. 

So! Have 828 words of an earlier scene before I reworked the relevant chapter(s)! 😃  Copied and pasted straight from my scrap file doc including all the crossed-out bits 😄: 

Lady Leandra descended the grand staircase to greet Mr Tethras before he went, and ordered her son to go back to entertain their other guests, so Carver was forced to go back to the drawing room while the Hawke women had the privilege of walking with Varric out of the front entrance to linger in the street, and talk a little longer. Carver grumbled to himself, but inwardly he was torn: on the one hand he had no desire to spend any time with Babette or Fifi; but on the other, Miss Alerion was with them – and surely he would not need to be so much on his guard around the pretty elf girl while his mother and sisters were temporarily out of sight.

If Merrill was not already reeling at the revelation of how cold the marriages of human nobility were,

He strode back into the drawing room, where Babette and Fifi were all smiles of delight at his re-entrance, and made space for him on the sofa so that he could sit between them. Carver hesitated; he did not want to sit anywhere near them if he could help it; and in the end he seated himself between their sofa and Miss Merrill’s chair, the better to look at her lovely face.

‘My mother ordered me to rejoin you,’ he said, unconsciously addressing himself more to Miss Alerion than the de Launcets. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting any intimate conversation.’

‘Oh! not at all!’ cried Miss Babette, somewhat shrilly, ‘we were just about to enquire what elven marriages were like. Are they similar to human marriages, Miss Merrill? Elven culture is so different from humans that elven gentry have very different standards of marriageability than human gentry, I am sure.’  

‘Um,’ Merrill started; she looked uncomfortable in the de Launcets’ presence, Carver noted, although he honestly could not blame her. ‘Well, like humans, we’re expected to make a desirable match if we can; but elven marriages are far more about love marriages than social advancement. I’m sure the latter does happen sometimes – but generally, affection for your spouse-to-be is important.’

To her further annoyance, the Orlesians scoffed at this. ‘Oh, how quaint!’ Fifi tittered, in a voice that indicated she thought anything but. ‘How naïve! No wonder it is so easy for human noblemen to seduce their elven servants, if something as fickle and unquantifiable as love is what you value above all else!’

‘Miss de Launcet,’ Sir Carver cut in, sharply, and both women stopped giggling at a red-faced Merrill, ‘I would advise you not to insult a fellow guest in my house.’  

‘Oh! of course!’ Babette simpered, anxious not to upset the man on whom she and her sister had such designs, ‘we were not trying to be rude – we apologise profusely to Miss Alerion if she believed us capable of such a thing! But Miss Merrill, as a friend: let me caution you not to give credit to such a notion. You know not the ways of the world, especially the human one; and we are only too happy to assist you. We would not want to see you taken advantage of by an unscrupulous human nobleman – would we, Sir Carver?’

‘Certainly not.’

‘You know,’ Merrill said, even more desirous of getting away than she was already, ‘I really should go back to Mahariel – I have deserted her too long. The Hawke Estate is so huge, though! – I fear I shall get lost before I find her room again, if there is not a servant who can guide me.’

‘No need,’ Sir Carver said, standing up, ‘I shall accompany you there.’

‘Oh, I really don’t think that will be necessary,’ Merrill said, backing away towards the door, while a glance showed her that both de Launcets were regarding her with hostile eyes – presumably they were angry that she was forcing Carver to spend time away from them, and she had no desire of coming between the silliness of all the human nobles in this room, ‘I am sure one of the servants will be sufficient!’

But it was to no avail: Sir Carver loomed over her, tall and broad and strapping, blue eyes peeking at her from under his dark hair so intently that Merrill felt she had no choice but to follow him.

For Carver, it was a welcome opportunity to get out of the drawing room, away from the de Launcets, and spend even a few extra moments on his own with Merrill. They did not speak as he led her through the halls to Mahariel’s chamber, but Carver’s mind was so full he was not sure he was able to speak. Merrill’s pronouncements on marriage captivated him even more than he was already, and as pleasing as she was to look at and listen to, he could not help wondering how in Thedas he would be able to keep any of this to himself for the duration of her stay. 

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Matchup Duo 💎

HOWDY, not sure if matchups for ikeseng are open but here i go anyway?¿ ´･ᴗ･`

-I’m a Leo, and a combination of ENFP/ENTP (if that helps with characterization), but I’m becoming more ambivert as the days go by. But I still act like a crackhead (making up new words, making random sound effects out of boredom and roasting people playfully, having airhead moments, for examples) and a lot of people irl do get put off at how “obnoxious” I can get, but I do know when to “flip the switch” and become serious/quiet.

-I have really low standards for humor idk I laugh at my own jokes it’s honestly astounding, but cursed memes/images are somethin else💀 Dark jokes are always open in my ally👀

-Ironically, I canNOT stand horror, I will legit be so paranoid or freaked out and start overthinking and just cry and DIE—

I’m very open, almost TOO open, but ask me literally anything and I’ll usually tell everyone my honest opinions/thoughts, but I know how to deliver words tactfully and articulately. Debating, (public) speaking, writing, and understanding concepts are my strong suits; likewise I suck ass at math (I have no idea how I ended up in Calc BC ap, I just— 😭)

-Speaking of writing, I write poems whenever I feel like it, I have a whole collection HAH. My love of expressing comes from my tendency to play the devil’s advocate in interpreting and arguing for almost all perspectives in topics. So you can probably guess how I don’t get offended really easily and welcome both playful and serious banter (despite the crackhead persona, I’m very observant of people and their values expressed and how they tick, so I know when to back off especially when they get uncomfortable with my aggressive debating/personality). Need advice? I can use what I’ve gathered from different people and help anyone in their particular situations.

-And speaking of expression, I love fashion and makeup! I love being able to express myself through use of presentation and have fun while doing it! hehe (k-fashion, asian beauty 👀) HECK YEAH I’M DOWN FOR SHOPPING—

-I like to dance yeehaw, and I was on a competitive dance team (well that was before when the corona hit the milly rock a little TOO hard and put all the dancers out of commission😔🤝😭) I’ve also been in my own highschool’s dance club for 4 years!!

-I’m a console gamer :0 Big fan of winding down with video games, but books are the best if games aren’t an option.

-Music is a huge part of my life; I played the flute and the viola for years before and been surrounded by music through dancing as well; while I’ve been in a choir before, my vocals aren’t stellar oof, but at least I’m not tone-deaf.

-Can’t cook to save a life ooooof, that’s where my airheadness REALLY kicks in. I literally burn myself making instant :>

-I’m not phased by sexual innuendos/conversations/kinks because I see them objectively as unique characteristics of every person, but I’ll crack up at a sex joke or a cringe flirt line with friends. And like I’ve said, I’ll share them myself without objection if ANYONE asks. But the moment someone actually TRIES to make a move on me (like what!!¡¿), I’ll first play it casual but then bolt for the door because it’s hard for me to actually imagine that ANY guy would see me in a romantic light LOL but i’d get used to the advances quick and if it’s someone i liked back, i’d tease them the same or raise up the antics ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Hi, there, dear! <3 Can I just say u sound like a super cool person! Anyway here is your matchup dear, I hope you enjoy it! And thanks for waiting soooooooooo long! ^_^

So I match you with………… Masamune

Selfie Match up

The first time this boi meets you he is ecstatic, finally someone fun to liven up this boring place.

You scream fun and outgoing

Masamune is already imagining all the fun adventures the two of you can go on and he hasn’t even talked to you yet!

He is absolutely captivated by those big dark brown eyes. 

Those big bright intelligent eyes are all telling of the playful mischief the two of you could get up to together.

He absolutely loses himself in your deep warm, captivating eyes, they remind him of home, they are deep and rich like the soil of his home town, soft and comforting, while busting with endless life and energy

HE is absolutely dazzled by the way your soft strands of earthy hair moved so freely in the wind. It low key reminds him of his own wild free personality

If he ever had to imagine his perfect woman you would be it.

You have the same vibe as playful kitten having endless hours of fun, and boy oh boy all Masa wants to do is join in.

He wishes nothing more than to boop your cute nose

His brain goes haywire, all he wants to do is kiss those soft lips of yours

Masamune continues to eye you from the corner of the council room. Gosh if love at first sight did exist than this would describe his exact feelings towards you.

Match up part

You were named as the new princess of the Oda forces and was forced to sit through the rest of the boring war council. It had been 30 minutes in, and you were already losing your mind from boredom, that is when the one-eyed dragon passed you note from across the table. You giggled a little at the joke and wrote back on of your own. The two of you passed notes back and forth, every joke or remark you read made you want to break out in laughter. As the council progressed, the two of you got rowdier and rowdier and the both of you were now making strange noises. You were making all sorts of weird sound effects, and Masamune was howling in laughter. TBH they were so funny even Nobunaga couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone was having a good time except Hideyoshi “Okay that’s the third time the two of you have disturbed the council”. Hideyoshi started lecturing you and Masamune about not disturbing the council any further when Nobunaga announced that the council was over. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh in victory. The two of you continued your conversation in which you were playfully roasting each other. Masamune was right; you really were going to be a lot of fun.

Masa love chatting and spending time with you and honestly, he loved the fact that you understood and laughed at all his jokes. What he loves the most is times just before your about to deliver the punch line to a joke, but you burst out laughing for 20 minutes before you can even get it out. And once you finally coke out the punchline between laughs, you continue to giggle at your hilarious sense of humour for another solid 30 minutes. Masamune can’t help but laugh at you laughing at yourself. When the two of you goofballs are around its always a fun time, but beware of some occasional dark humour i.e. the two of you got scolded one day for joking about some dark topics in front of the kids *cough* Mitsunari *cough*

The first night you arrived, and Masamune barged into your room, and Masamune being Masamune, ignored any boundaries of personal space and started to page through one of your books that were laying on your writing desk. It was your fashion portfolio that caught his eye. He loves all the different looks and the way the colours and patterns seemed to complement each other. You had explained to him that you were heavily into fashion and makeup and considered it as part of your self-expression. Masamune smiled his big cat-like smile at you asking if you wanted to meet up with him tomorrow. You honestly didn’t have anything better to do, so you agreed.

You and Masamune spent hours in the market looking at different fabrics, clothes and makeup products. Everything was so different in the past. After spending the whole day shopping your grab both of Masamune’s hands in your, you beam up at his with the brightest smile stating that you had a fun idea. Masa is pretty much keen for anything, so he goes along with your strange idea. The two of you make your way back to his manor. And that is when the two of you hold a fashion show, to show off your new clothes and accessories the two of you bought. It was a lighthearted fun game, filled with banter and giggles. It had actually become somewhat of a tradition now for the two of you to do this little fashion shows in his room after a long day of shopping. You would always bust out laughing at the strange poses Masamune would do. 

Another fun activity the two of you have adopted is poetry slams. Both of you would spend the week writing your best poems and then present them to each other. Just like the fashion shows, these evenings are also always filled to the brim with laugher and banter. The two of you had gotten to know each other fairly well like this, as sometimes the theme of the poems would be dark and depressing, and after the two of you would discuss the emotions behind it. U guys would in those cases always be there for each other lending a friendly ear to listen to the others problems.

Needless to say at this point, Masamune was head over heels for you and somewhere in between the fun poetry slams and fashion shows, his flirty jokes stopped being jokes. He was serious about you. One night he actually kissed you, you were honestly so shook, you ran, you legit sprinted away. Little did you know the tiger was on your heel running after you. He caught you and tacked you to the ground. The 30 second run actually gave you time to sort your feelings, as you too had realized that you had also fallen for the one-eyed dragon. He stared into your eyes questioningly, and that’s when you snaked your hands behind his neck and pulled him down to return the kiss.

The two of you made such a sweet couple. After work, Masamune would always be on the hunt for his kitten to spend time with you. He was super shocked when he heard singing coming from the kitchen. He snuck up to the kitchen and peeked inside. He had to chuckle when he saw you singing your heart out and dancing like nobody was watching. He never knew you could sing and dance like that, he watched you for a while utterly awestruck by you. He was pulled out of his reverie when he smelt something burning and saw a cloud of smoke coming from the oven. You panicked at seeing the smoke and swiftly opened the oven. You didn’t even think when you took the baked, well-burnt goods out the oven without mitts or a cloth. You had legit burnt your hands to a crisp. 

Masamune rushed to your side to evaluate the damage. He got a bag and filled it with ice, putting it on your burnt hands. He then proceeded to rub some medicine on the burns and wrap your hands “Best leave the cooking to me from now on Kitten”. He then took over from where you left off, making you the best meal you had ever tasted. You sat on the kitchen counter to keep him company. The burnt buns and your burnt hands were long forgotten, as the two of you were laughing and chatting away. 

Now, whenever Masamune cooked, you would sit in the kitchen with him and keep him company. The two of you would laugh and dance together in the kitchen. It was always so much fun spending time with him, you especially love it when he sings in his most false off-key voice it is honestly hilarious. You couldn’t help but think he complimented you perfectly. He could cook when you couldn’t even make toast successfully, and you could sing beautifully, while he sounded like some cat in pain.

Another thing Masa absolutely loves, is to sit and listen to you play the flute or viola. The soothing music and the amount of love and emotion you pack into the songs as you play, washes away all the stress and tiredness from his day. He could sit four hours and hours just enchanted by the sound of your music. Even more so if you sing along to the song, you are playing. He loves hearing your beautiful voice. This boy will legit drag you to sit in his lap and nuzzle and kiss you until you agree to play or sing him a song.

Masamune is always by your side supporting you and showering you with love. Whenever you get sad or insecure, Masamune is always there to lighten the mood. Like one time, some maids pissed you off. “ why is my kitten so angry today” Masamune literally came up to you and pinched your cheeks, he then squished your face “Common lemi see that beautiful smile.” When you still had a grumpy expression, he pulled you up and started spontaneously dancing. You couldn’t help but smile at the goofball and join in. Soon your big wide fast movements slowed down, and Masamune pulled you into his arms by your waist. He then dropped his head down and rested it in the crook of your neck. You honestly love quite moments like this just slow dancing in your lover’s arms. He would ask you about your day and would tighten his hold on you, enveloping you in a warm embrace, while you talk out all your frustrations of the day. After he would nibble on your ear whispering how much he loves and adores you.

Masa is like your fun knight in shining armour whether it is comforting you and helping you get to sleep after hearing some crazy scary ghost stories or spending hours upon hours bantering with you while you playfully insult each other, He is always there for you, loving you from the moment the sun rises till the moment it sets. He has truly met his match with you and never has in his life been happier, or laughed so much. The two of you can always be found snuggled together with Masa’s lil tiger cub in the futon after a long day of laughs, fun and adventures

Perhaps it truly was love at first sight after all 

Other potential matches…………….Mitsuhide 

 Hope you enjoyed it, love! and I hope you are staying safe and well🍭 @smol-vy