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pineconepie · 5 days ago

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CHARACTERS: Rune, you/reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: Parental yandere, infantilization gender neutral reader, forced age regression(?), language barriers, violence, death/murder (not major characters), kidnapping, SCP-inspired, implied dehumanization, Rune uses any pronouns

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while, just did some quick editing haha. Hope you enjoy! <3

You aren't a doctor, nor a psychiatrist, psychologist, or any sort of therapist. Your profession was actually to just tidy up the place and keep everything clean. Basically a janitor, but a little more specialized. You're not sure how you wound up getting the job, being completely inexperienced in this line of work.

But hey. It's money.

Working around such strange anomalies didn't scare you. You were only allowed to clean in the areas of those not deemed a threat, which is what made it not so bad. Most are kept in their own separate rooms where you wouldn't have to interact with them or look at them.

In the end, as long as you don't let curiosity get the best of you, it's just like cleaning any other facility.

Recently, you had been promoted to being allowed access to clean level three rooms, meaning a higher risk at being harmed.

But once again... it's money.

As you're doing your job, you hear a soft voice, but not quite human.

"Baby...?"

You turn your head. 9137, their file reads next to his door. They have long dark purple hair, long and pointy ears, and pink eyes that almost seem to glow. Their containment chamber is dark, so perhaps its just the lighting? Or maybe they just naturally do that.

The only clearly inhuman parts about them is their long thin black tail and claws, a gradient of black on their arms leading to their hands.

They wave softly, motioning for you to come closer.

"...me?" you say softly. Your coworkers had warned you about the friendlier SCP's. Their behavior may be innocent on the outside, but they know how to manipulate in order to get out. You know better, though. Surely you wouldn't fall victim to that. Its not like they can really do much behind this large bulletproof glass.

The humanoid creature seems content with this, sitting cross legged. They put their clawed hand against the glass. "You. My baby."

You squint at them in confusion, taking a moment to read the paper more thoroughly. As expected, it doesn't mention anything like this in their file.

The only information it gives is:

NUMBER: #9137

NAME: RUNE

HEIGHT: 6'10

WEIGHT: 236 LBS

AGE: (UNKNOWN)

CONTAINMENT CLASS: Euclid

SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:

Subject 9137 must remain within their containment area at all times unless given permission from Dr. Kent. All rooms are to be kept dark or dimly lit, as Subject 9137 has been noted to become aggressive in brightly lit areas. No food or water is required for Subject 9137, as they seemingly have no need for any sort of nutrition.

Physical contact is not advised, but allowed if necessary.

All interactions must be recorded and filed.

ANOMALOUS PROPERTIES:

Subject 9137 is capable of some human speech, but does not understand it fluently.

Subject 9137 is able to emit a cognitohazard that decreases one's brain activity, rendering the person in a state similar to infancy. It is unknown how this happens, but it is theorized that 9137 is able to choose who it affects. It seems to only affect those in the same room as them.

There were some logs on interviews, but you didn't really have much time to read them before hearing the sound of what you could describe as purring. They are almost comparable to a cat with the wide-eyed look of admiration they're giving you.

You awkwardly smile. "I'm not your baby, I'm sorry..."

Their purring stops, looking saddened by your statement. But they shake their head, continuing to stare at you through the glass. "Name?"

Well, the file didn't say anything bad about telling them your name. "(Y/n)," you say. "You're Rune?"

"Yes," they smile, the tips of their teeth poking through their lips. They remind you of a shark. "You call me Mama or Papa. Because you are baby. Mine."

The way they said 'mine' sounds scarily possessive. You figure it'd be best to stay on their good side. As long as the lights aren't too bright and there's a wall between the two of you, you don't think they could try anything.

So you nod along. "Okay... Papa?"

They smile and clap their hands, making a cooing noise. They repeat your name under their breath as if they're committing it to memory. "(Y/n)... (Y/n)..." they make an attempt to pronounce your name as you did.

"Um... yeah, that's my name," you chuckle. "Well, I should get back to work. It was nice talking to you."

"No!" Rune slams their palm on the door. They begin speaking frantically in a language you do not know. The tone of their voice doesn't come off as malicious, however. If anything they just sound upset at the thought of you leaving. "Need baby! Please!"

"I can't," you sigh. "Look, um, I'll be back to clean tomorrow, we can see each other then. How's that sound?"

They seem conflicted, but ultimately nod. "Okay..."

...

True to your word, you come back the next day with the usual supplies.

"Baaaaby!" Rune smiles, hugging the closest thing near them; the glass.

"How are you?" you smile.

"Happy now. My baby here. Miss you very much."

They don't move an inch as you begin to sweep, simply staring at you contentedly with that same toothy grin on their face. Eventually they lay down on their stomach and rest their elbows on the floor, kicking their legs lazily while watching you.

It's almost cute. They feel more like a mother big cat with their cub than anything else.

When you've finally finished dusting everything off and spraying their table down, you take a break to sit on the floor opposite to them, as if you could share the space. They mimic you and sit criss-cross, smiling softly.

They point to the door, which requires a keycard from any level four staff, which you are not. "Open?"

"I'm not allowed," you admit sadly.

"Won't let you see Papa?" Their smile disappears again. "Bad white coats keep you from Papa...?"

You assume they're referring to the staff members dressed in white labcoats. You know why exactly the protocols are in place, so you can't bring yourself to agree, especially when you still have no idea how powerful they really are.

So you shrug. "Those are the rules. We can still talk, though. We just have to do it right here."

"Want to hold my baby," Rune sniffles. "You good. No one else good but you."

"Why's that?" you ask curiously. Sure, it's flattering. But you barely even know this person (can you even consider them a person?). It's nice having someone care for you so much, but its also quite sudden and suspicious. You know they're just an anomaly like everyone else here. And anomalies lie. They manipulate.

You cannot trust them, even if something in their expression breaks your heart a little bit.

"Been sad long time," they explain. "So so so sad until saw you." Their voice cracks. "White coats think me evil. Try hurting me. Poke me. Make me angry. All I wanted was family. Child I can love. Be parent to. White coats hurt you too. Right?" Rune points to the symbol of the foundation on your coat. They snarl angrily at it. "Make you wear. Don't let you leave. Trap you here."

You shake your head. "No... that's not true..."

"Mm-mm," Rune shakes their head. "Is."

They point to your eyes. You have heavy bags under them after being overworked. You look and feel drained. Not that they're wrong. The pay may be decent, but the environment isn't exactly... pleasant.

"It's fine though," you chuckle lightly. "I like working here. Besides, it's better than not having a job. There aren't many places hiring."

Rune crawls a bit closer, pressing their forehead against the glass. "I promise take care of you," they hum. "Soon you see Papa never hurt you."

This is becoming unsettling. While you doubt anyone as clingy and sweet as Rune could have bad intentions, there must be some sort of ulterior motive, right? They have to want something from you. Maybe its all a scheme to let them roam free and escape.

Not that you could blame them. Who would willingly live locked up in these conditions?

Still, you don't know anything about Rune outside of their file.

"What did you do when you weren't in here?" you ask. Hopefully you haven't upset them by rejecting their offer yet. But maybe this information could prove useful later on.

"Wander," Rune smiles. "Explore forest, rivers, cities. Walk the lands. Wandered far, never got lost. Know paths always. Then got put here."

"When did that happen?"

"Not sure," Rune murmurs. "Can't tell time. Long ago."

"I'm sorry," you say softly. This is a lot to take in, but you can't help but feel empathetic. You'd probably be going insane if you were in their shoes, away from a world you once knew for what could easily be decades, being studied every waking moment by people who may or may not even view you as a sentient lifeform.

Rune rubs the side of their face against the door, probably pretending its you. "I get revenge one day. Then (Y/n) be safe with Papa."

There's a chilling aura behind their words that you try to ignore.

...

A few more days pass by like this. Despite your skepticism towards their words, you find yourself falling into routine with the way you two behave. Rune acts almost like an actual parent in a way, even if its clear they're a bit confused on how humans work.

You find Rune waiting for you, which you're starting to become convinced they always do that whenever you leave. Like a dog waiting for its owner.

"Were you waiting for me?" you ask, smiling slightly.

"Of course," Rune replies, as if the idea of not doing so is unthinkable. "You come. So Papa wait."

"You don't need to do that all the time..." you sigh. "You can... go do whatever it is you usually do."

Rune tilts their head. "Like sleep?"

"Is there nothing else you can do?" you ask, a bit sad for them. "Do you have nothing to entertain yourself with? At all?" Rune shakes their head. "I'm sorry... I wish there was something I could do."

They coo, once again putting their large hand against the glass. "You talk with me. Make happy. Just wish you be in here with me. Want to hold my baby."

After you're done having your typical conversation with them, you leave with your supplies, only to see several of your higher-ups looking at you. A blonde-haired man gives a signal towards you, telling you to follow him in the other room. You oblige, knowing this was bound to happen eventually. He probably has seen the camera footage of you talking to them.

Great, this is the moment you get fired. You're sure of it.

When you're in your boss' office, you sit down. Your boss, Mr. Short, holds a hand up before you can begin.

"I want to offer you a promotion," he says.

"...pardon me?" you ask in shock. "Sir, I-I mean—"

"I've been going through camera footage and observing you speak with Subject 9137," he explains. "Usually staff interaction isn't allowed, but it seems that they really seem to like you." He slides you a folder. "We'd like you to assist us with our studies, getting close to them so we can collect information."

You blink dumboundedly, staring at the folder without taking it. "Why can't someone else more qualified do it? I'm just... a janitor."

"Well, to be honest with you," Mr. Short says. "All attempts to get personal information out of them have failed. Until now, that is. They seem very comfortable with you."

"But why do you want me to do this? Is it really that important?" you ask skeptically. Something feels off, but you can't place your finger on it.

"We simply want to know a bit more about them, is that so wrong?" Mr. Short asks. He opens the folder. "We'll take every single precaution necessary to make sure you aren't harmed. Even if we don't have much information about 9137's behavior, we will make sure to prepare ourselves for anything."

You fidget nervously, trying to read the documents.

Unfortunately, its complete jargon you don't understand.

"You'd be allowed in the same room as them," your boss continues. "We won't allow you in there for longer than an hour a day, due to the side effects others have gotten being in the same room as them."

Oh right, their special abilities or whatever. That whole brain activity thing.

"And... what do you need me to do?" you ask.

Mr. Short smiles. "Just act the way you always do. Get them to open up to you and reveal new information. There's some specific questions written down here, but you don't need to rush it. Act natural."

"How am I supposed to document it? Would you guys just use cameras?"

"We'd give you a recorder to keep inside your pockets and maybe plant a wire on you somewhere," Mr. Short says nonchalantly. "There's some things in the folder to sign if you wish to accept."

The thought of this is nauseating.

"So what do you say?"

Your eyes flicker back down to the paperwork, staring at it anxiously.

"I guess... okay," you nod. "Yeah."

...

The door hisses open with a soft sound, your keycard sliding back into your pocket.

And now comes the moment where you have to pray Rune isn't secretly plotting to kill you.

When you step in, it locks immediately behind you. You take a deep breath, a bit panicked from the overwhelming feeling of anxiety building inside you.

It takes Rune a minute to realize you've entered, their expression changing from surprise to joy when they register that it really is happening. It makes the guilt build up even worse inside you, but you force yourself to remember that Rune is technically your job now. In all fairness, its not like they would know you're gathering information about them, so what's the harm in asking?

Regardless, your morals feel compromised at best.

You figure there must be something your boss nor the doctors are telling you, because it doesn't make sense that they'd be so desperate as to make you do the grunt work rather than trained professionals.

But for now, you try your best to shove those doubts aside.

Rune wastes no time pulling you in for a hug, picking you up effortlessly in their arms as they purr loudly.

"My baby," Rune grins, holding you closely and squeezing tightly.

You pat their back and wiggle around in their grasp as a signal to put you down.

Rune does so reluctantly, continuing to hover over you like an overbearing parent. They smile with that toothy grin.

They make a hand motion, rushing out a quick, "Stay!" and scramble to grab several pillows, stacking them in the corner of the dimly lit containment chamber.

"Huh? What's this?" you ask, walking over to them.

"Nest!" they announce proudly, fluffing one more pillow.

You awkwardly sit on one of the pillows, smiling at the clear effort Rune has made to ensure you're comfortable.

"You didn't have to make a spot for me..."

"Papa make you comfortable," Rune replies as if it is obvious. "Do you like?"

"I do," you nod. You suppose there wouldn't be any harm in indulging Rune in their delusions, especially since its part of your task now to do so anyway. Its... a little fun. Not that you'd admit it. But hey, who hasn't wanted to be pampered at least once in their life?

Rune grabs you again, tugging you gently onto their lap with your back pressed against their chest. It makes you feel small. Fragile. You can hear Rune humming contentedly as they play with your hair.

"No more alone," they sigh happily, nuzzling the side of your head like a cat.

"Oh, um," you nervously glance at the door. "I can only stay for so long..."

They stop their gentle movements, wrapping both their arms tightly around your midsection. Rune squeezes you against them, hunching forward as if curling around you.

They don't reply. Its hard to tell whether or not they even heard you. For all you know, they may have known what you said and simply chose to ignore you.

Maybe its best not to test them.

"Can I ask you some questions?" you ask. At Rune stiffening, you stutter, "I just want to know more about my, um, papa. You can ask me questions, too."

Rune nods. "...yes," they reply. They lay their chin on top of your head. "What you want know?"

You think of a good question to start that isn't too sudden. Something casual that might seem natural. "How old are you?" You remember the file mentioning how Rune's age is unknown. "I know you said you can't tell time, but do you remember what it was like when you were born, maybe?"

They hum in thought. "My kind..." they struggle to find words. "My kind live very long."

"There's more of you?"

"Don't know," Rune murmurs. "Haven't found." They hug you closer. "Don't care. Baby only matter now."

You think about your next question. "Why do you see me as your baby?"

They tilt their head. "Instincts say you baby. Babies need love and protect. Like you."

That certainly clears things up.

"Do you see anyone else as a baby?"

Rune quickly shakes their head. "No. Others are mean. Scary."

You nod. "Do you have any questions for me now?"

That makes Rune perk up. They ask about your hobbies, favorite food, color, interests, all sorts of things to get to know you. Even though you're sure they have no idea what half of the things you said are, they still listen intently, trying to absorb as much information about you as possible. They seem overjoyed to know more about you.

Its genuinely pretty sweet.

As you answer the last question they had for you, you realize your time is almost up. You panic slightly, trying to pull away. Rune makes a confused cry, wondering why you suddenly jerked away.

"I have to go soon," you say sadly. "It's almost time for me to leave."

"No," Rune says lowly. "No, no no no..." They clutch onto you harder, keeping you still even as you try wiggling out of their grip.

"I can come back tomorrow," you remind them.

"Hurts when you leave!" Rune exclaims, tail wagging madly with their distress. "Hurts me here! Here!" They tap their heart repeatedly.

"They won't let me stay past visiting hours," you say apologetically. "They could get really angry with me. I'm sorry."

Rune purses their lips. "They keep you from me..." Rune mutters bitterly under their breath. You don't like the malice behind their voice. They pick you up, cradling you like one might do a swaddled infant. "Stay."

"You know I can't," you say sternly. "I'll come back tomorrow, I promise. Then we can talk some more."

It takes them a moment, but Rune finally sets you down on the floor, giving you one last bone-crushing hug before letting you stand up again.

"Papa promise keep baby safe one day," Rune whispers in your ear.

One day soon.

...

The next few days pass by fairly quickly. You wake up, arrive at work, and visit Rune, who greets you excitedly every single time, waiting for you to arrive just beyond the door.

You two spend most of the time cuddling while you converse with them.

One day, however, you decide to visit them, even though you've already visited them once that day for over an hour. But one or two more can't hurt that badly, right?

As usual, you use your card key, sliding it in smoothly before you hear it click and unlock. The door hisses open, and you enter their containment chamber. Rune perks up, smiling happily to see you again so soon.

"Hello, baby! Visit again?" Rune practically hovers over you, as they typically do if not holding you. "Miss Papa?"

"Yeah," you chuckle.

"Want nest?"

You nod, making your way to the pile of pillows with Rune. As soon as you're sitting down, Rune pulls you into their lap yet again, circling their long legs around you and your waist. You aren't even wearing the hearing device, but then again, you aren't here to get more information, anyway. This is just purely to spend time with Rune.

For whatever reason, being with them comforts you in a strange way.

Even though they've said some slightly worrying things, you figure they're safe enough. Their files may be limited, but your higher-ups don't seem worried about Rune hurting anyone.

They could have easily hurt you, yet you've been kept safe and sound.

You even notice them getting a little better at speaking your language. Sure, it still has a lot of grammar issues, and sometimes they use incorrect words completely, but its still improvement.

"Tired?" they ask, cocking their head to the side to observe your face. You jump slightly when you feel them trace underneath your eyes with their claws. "Dark spots here."

"Oh," you mumble. "Yeah, just a little sleep-deprived. That's all."

Rune looks concerned by this, kissing your forehead tenderly. "Poor baby. Sleep in nest."

"It's against the rules—"

"Sleep," Rune repeats firmly. They pick you up and lie sideways on the cushions. Your body is pulled until your back is against their chest. Almost instinctively, Rune wraps their limbs around you, caging you in protectively. "(Y/n) rest. Papa sing."

At first you want to argue that this is definitely a safety hazard, and that if anyone catches you sleeping here you could lose your job. But Rune starts rubbing soothing circles across your back while humming a tune from their own language, and you find yourself dozing off slowly.

...

When you wake up, Rune is still humming quietly.

You feel a brief sesne of dread; they told you not to spend longer than the time they gave you each day, right? And you're sure spending the night certainly crossed that threshold.

Especially when your mind feels as numb as the file had warned.

You attempt to pull yourself up, only for Rune to tug you back down, keeping you laying on the pillows with them. Rune seems to realize you've woken up, smiling contently when your eyes open blearily.

They greet you lovingly. "Sleep well?"

On top of your mind feeling numb, you realize its also hard to talk. Now you're sure your superiors were correct about you needing to stay away for too long, otherwise it could render you useless. Maybe if you hurry back right now, it could reverse the effects.

You wriggle slightly in their hold, attempting to communicate that you'd like to stand up.

Rune stares at you curiously for a moment, until your intentions dawn on them. They pull back a few inches, narrowing their eyes coldly. "Where going?" their tone is scarily sharp, contrasting greatly with the overly affectionate purring from before.

"Need to get back to work," you grit out. You're impressed you managed to say even one word to them.

They look conflicted, gazing between you and the door. Then, they smile. It isn't the sweet smiles you're used to, this one looks far more unnerving. It makes your skin crawl.

Rune picks you up with ease. Before you can begin questioning what they're doing, they grab your keycard from your pocket and slide it through the card reader by the door.

It still requires a code. You feel only a brief relief, until you see Rune enter it: 78500.

They must've memorized it after watching you put in the pin, which you admittedly never paid attention to whether Rune had been watching you or not. You had assumed they weren't smart enough to memorize codes.

Now, they walk you both outside, and into the halls.

The lights are blinding compared to what you've grown used to in Rune's containment room. They hiss at them, holding you tighter while keeping a swift pace despite not knowing where they're headed. They hide your head in the crook of their shoulder, as if they think you hate the lights just as much.

Alarms go off quickly as several researchers and doctors scramble to find the problem, realizing what has happened.

Just when a group of guards tries to intervene, Rune just lifts their hand and twists it gracefully, causing several of them to drop limply in the middle of the floor.

Noticing you had turned your head to stare in horror, Rune coos and hides your face back to their chest, cradling the back of your head.

"Don't look, (Y/n)," they murmur sympathetically.

You hear several screams and loud banging noises, as if bodies are being thrown across walls. Rune continues walking at the same pace.

Never have you once predicted they were this strong. Sure, they're an euclid class anomaly, but based on your encounters with them, they never appeared threatening.

Part of you wonders if even the doctors and other workers here know that they were capable of this amount of carnage.

You begin crying, though you doubt Rune hears it over the screaming people and blaring alarms surrounding them.

They must've been biding their time this entire duration just for this exact moment. And you played right into their plans perfectly.

There's someone's voice in the intercom telling all staff to evacuate immediately.

Rune mutters something in that language you don't understand. You start to understand when you feel yourself getting increasingly tired again, unable to fight as Rune uses their ability.

You wonder if the lights make them stronger. Normally the foundation doesn't care about their subjects' comfort unless it poses as a risk. But it would explain how they were able to keep such an overwhelmingly powerful creature in a room for this long; still, you doubt even they knew the extent of their abilities.

They carry you out of the facility, stopping only momentarily to breathe in fresh air. Or maybe they're basking in victory, you aren't really sure. Neither do you care anymore.

"Why...?" you sob. It's the only word you can manage.

They shush you, cradling your head against them even still. You feel yourself falling asleep, eyelids drooping lazily despite your struggles.

Rune rocks you gently. "We go home."

You don't know where that even is, and you doubt they do either.

They look scary right now; their eyes glowing brighter than ever, sharp teeth glinting from the sunlight. Long black claws that could tear apart anyone who dared cross them. Yet they treat you with such delicacy, even as specks of blood lie on their face.

All you can do is drift back to sleep, overcome by their powers.

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womanofwords · 2 months ago

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Frozen Heart (Part 18)

TW: forced infantilisation and yandere behaviour.

Bruce became even more smothering after Dr Tripp talked to him. "I had no idea what was happening to you, little one," he cooed, carrying you into the house. "But don't you worry, Daddy is taking care of everything."

"What? But no! Only Alfred can do this stuff for me! I want Alfred!" you wailed.

Bruce continued as if you weren't even saying anything. "This is going to be a steep learning curve, but we'll get through it. Dr Tripp said that this age regression stuff helps little ones like you. Well, we can do that. We'll do anything for you."

Bruce renovated your room scarily fast. Your room had a mural of a magical forest wrapped around the walls, and your clothes were a lot more cutesy than before. It was part nursery, part kindergarten classroom. Exactly what you needed to be raised in a loving home.

"You are so adorable, Y/N," Barbara gasped, brushing your hair. "Would you like accessories? Bows? Ribbons? Hair clips? You're getting whatever you want!"

"Don't overwhelm them, Barb!" Stephanie insisted. "Oh, our little Y/N will look so cute with anything!"

So adorable! Cass signed. She pointed at the chart of finger signs. Y/N, can you sign your name? What about our names?

The door slammed open. "Hand over Y/N or I'm gonna scream!" Dick yelled. "Jason, get away from me, you - UGH!"

Jason shoved Dick away from your room, leaving him sprawled on the floor. "Keep away from the door. I'm going to be taking care of them. You're way too much of a crybaby and you'll set them off," Jason grunted.

"I am the blood sibling and all of you will part for me!" Damian demanded, standing on Dick to do so.

"Honestly, you should be getting age regression therapy with them." Tim jerked a thumb over at Damian's direction. "Y/N needs the therapy and you need manners."

Damian's jaw dropped. "You can't make me do that. It's only a requirement for Y/N!"

"It could do you some good," Duke mused. "Hey, Damian, want a stuffed polar bear? It'll go well with Y/N's panda."

The boy assassin rolled his eyes. "I'm an Al Ghul and a Wayne. I do not require such insipid tokens of sentimentality."

You rolled your eyes. "Could I have a lollipop, please?"

Five hands shoved lollipops at you, waiting for you to take one. "What are you doing?" Barbara asked. "This is the sugar-free one that won't hurt their teeth."

"Well, this is the one that'll actually taste good," Tim said, brandishing a lollipop that was huge and hypnotised you with swirls. "Did you raid a dentist's office for those, Babs?"

"Come on, Y/N, get the lollipop! It's your favourite flavour!" Dick sniffled, literally still on the floor. He was tearing up already.

"They're not going to want your offerings when you act like that," Jason said. "Hey, Y/N, how about you and I go somewhere and read a book? Y/N, I'll let you read whatever you want, I promise."

"BABA! JASON'S STEALING Y/N!" Damian screamed. He latched onto you like a shipwreck survivor clings onto driftwood.

"All of you, stop!" Bruce wrestled you out of Jason's arms. "You're frightening Y/N! There, there, Y/N, Daddy's here and we're going to be doing some word association. After your tutor come by for your lessons, of course."

"Tutor?" That word snapped you out of this weird childish haze. "I thought you'd be sending me back to school."

"Absolutely not. My little Y/N is not going back to the place that broke them," Bruce said. "You're staying with us, where it's safe, and where nobody and nothing will hurt you. Nothing can hurt you here."

You pointed at Damian. "I would like some distance from my brother," you said. "He set Titus onto me and I now have a fear of dogs."

That was Dick's cue to be your hero. He dusted himself off, picked Damian up, and threw him out of your room, literally. "Done!" he said, pretending not to notice the thump of his body against a wall that everyone definitely heard afterward.

"Master Dick, why did I see Damian hit the wall with great force?" Alfred asked.

"Y/N's comfort," Dick said. He snuggled as close to you as he could while you were still in Bruce's arms. Bruce put some distance between you and Dick.

"Dick, you are also going to be keeping some distance from Y/N. After your midnight actions concerning Cassandra and Damian in their room, you could do with some distance," Bruce said.

Dick's mouth opened and closed as if he were a fish. "Cassandra started it!" he eventually spluttered.

"I know. She's staying away from Y/N, too. Along with Damian for waking Y/N up in such a traumatising manner."

"Seriously? Ugh, you are so mean! We'll bond soon, Y/N!" Dick sobbed, as you were taken to your tutor.

Once tutoring was over, Bruce had his own lessons to teach you. "Read my lips, sweetheart. Daddy . . . loves . . . his . . . baby." He spoke to you in a baby voice, his own rendition of Miss Rachel. "Daddy. Papa. Baba. Father. Plain old Dad. Just not Bruce."

"I'm not a baby. I'm doing advanced stuff. I'm going to graduate and go to college," you said.

Bruce sighed. "Not letting you out of our sight, kiddo. Those nasty people might get revenge. So we're going to make sure that you're OK by keeping our little jewel under tight supervision."

"No, you can't!" You tried to struggle away from your father. "I want to leave and get away from here! Damian will kill me before anybody or anything else does!"

"I will make sure Damian doesn't hurt you," Bruce promised. "Nothing will ever hurt you again."

Bruce took you downstairs and painstakingly fed you your meal. It was one of your favourites, but you couldn't enjoy it. "You are going to have everything you ever want," Bruce promised, as your siblings cooed at you. "And everything will be perfect for you, at long last."

You felt all the fight leave your body. You would never get to leave the family you'd grown to hate, or the mansion you wanted to escape from. You'd even heard Bruce talk to Alfred about custody papers so you could 'have more time with your new childhood'. Daddy's baby forever.

Bruce took you into your room when 8 PM hit, claiming you would be cranky if you had to stay up for longer. Your siblings clawed at him, following him and you up the stairs to your room. Bruce placed you down into your bed, which smelled faintly of herbs. "Why does my bed smell weird?" you asked.

Bruce smirked. "A little trick Daddy learned from his time with those Tibetan monks. Helps you sleep very fast. Daddy is going to have you out like a light, little one. You're going to be so happy, darling."

"You did . . . that?"

"Of course. Daddy needs to put his baby to sleep himself. And to think I let Alfred have you to himself." He chuckled at his own prior negligence. "Well, I'm parenting my baby from now on. Relax, little one, close your eyes. You are safe, you are loved, and Daddy is here."

That wasn't good. You were going to leave. You needed to go. But your body wasn't loyal to you. It shut down on command from your father, your eyelids shutting while your mind strained to leave. You fell into sleep without a sound, and Bruce kept watch.

"You are never leaving my sight," he whispered. "Never."

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bambi eyes (2) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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In which you've been a good girl and your Daddy Rafe can't get enough of you.

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When you opened your eyes the following day, you could still feel Rafe all over you. All at the same time, you felt him inside of you, his mouth kissing your lips, and the bed dipping beside you when he pressed his weight into you. When you slowly realized he wasn’t in bed with you anymore, part of you felt you might have imagined last night. You’d never truly enjoyed being with men, and last night, you felt closeness for the first time. Perhaps it was the combination of all the gifts and the attention he had provided you yesterday.

You still couldn’t quite rap the idea around your head that you were the first and maybe only girl he had done this with. How long was he planning on keeping you here?

The digital clock sitting on the nightstand read exactly 8:00, and you took it as a cue to get out of bed. As you made up the bed, your mind again wandered back to last night. You imagined he left as soon as you fell asleep, and you’d let yourself get so comfortable that you hadn’t even noticed.

You stared at the doorknob for a short while. It would be locked, you knew that, but what if it wasn’t — it didn’t matter.

Before he left, you noticed he left you an outfit hanging on the armoire. He’d picked out a matching set of light pink leggings and a matching top. He also picked out a pair of socks that had little, tiny bunnies on them and lacy, white underwear. You brought the clothes with you to the bathroom, your fingers caressing the soft fabric of the clothing. You didn’t recognize brand, sure that it was popular with American girls.

You went through your morning routine, one that Rafe had laid out yesterday, and you found yourself having fun. You brushed your teeth as you ran your bath. There were a million bath products, and you spent a few minutes opening and smelling all of them. You settled on something sweet and flowery, and soon the aroma was spreading throughout the entire bathroom.

You settled in the water with the bubbles enveloping you.

You almost settled into a moment of peacefulness until you heard your bedroom door unlock. Wearing a nice plaid shirt and khaki pants, Rafe entered your small sanctuary. You sat up in the water, worried that you’d been taking too long. His eyes were soft and unthreatening, and you let yourself rest again. He took a seat on the edge of the tub, looking down at you, “Enjoying yourself?”

You nodded, “It’s nice. Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” He smiled, “You did good. Last night, I mean.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I have some exciting plans for us,” He stated before he reached into his pocket, “Here, I need you to take this.”

He placed a small white pill in your hand. You watched as he made his way over to the sink, filling up a cup of water and bringing it to you.

“What is it for?”

“It’s, uhm, so you don’t get pregnant,” Oh. You placed the pill on your tongue, washing it down with the liquid, “I got a little ahead of myself last night. That’s why I’m going to have a doctor check you out today.”

“I’m going to the hospital?”

“No. Dr. Watts makes house calls. And he’ll be here in thirty minutes. I’ll come back and get ya’, yeah?”

“Okay,” You agreed, slightly worried that Rafe thought you needed to be seen by a doctor.

Rafe moved to leave but stopped in the doorway, “Don’t worry, there will be time for little Rafe’s and Bambi’s. Just not yet.”

You nodded, conveying your understanding, but in reality, you didn’t understand how he could know he wanted that with you, even in the future. After he left the room, you realized your fingers were beginning to wrinkle. You reached down to drain the water from the tub, deciding your next pressing issue was how you’d do your hair.

There was a vanity made into the sink countertop with a place underneath for a chair to fit. You pulled it out and made yourself comfortable, looking closely through all of the drawers. You find lots of hair accessories, makeup, and other beauty products. You picked some things out that wouldn’t require a full tutorial for you to use. You also chose two pink bows to tie to the ends of your braids, taking a guess that Rafe might like that you match your outfit.

According to Rafe, Figure 8 had a lot of these places called country clubs, and you wondered what sort of things people wore to places like that. Surely, Rafe would make sure you wouldn’t feel out of place there. If you fully earned his trust, if you continued to be good, you could probably have a normal life here. People were happy here, especially the ones that called themselves Kooks.

The leggings fit you well, grabbing onto your curves, and the cropped pink top also fit you snuggly.

Outside the window, you could see boats riding by in the distance and large birds that stood by the water, wading and looking for fish. You could already tell his home was large, just from the view from your room, making you curious about the rest of the house. As if he was able to read your mind, Rafe appeared again, holding the door propped open, “Let me show you the rest of Tannyhill, Bambi.”

You straightened, trying not to seem too eager as you approached the door. As you grazed past you, he rested a hand on your hip, rubbing his palm against your bottom. You looked down a long hallway with lots of old paintings and elegant-looking fixtures. He took your hand, leading you down the hallway, “This is my room,” Rafe opened double doors, and you peeked inside to see a large dark wood canopy bed.

He didn’t show you every room; in fact, he seemed to ignore one specifically. Your eyes widened when he brought you out onto a huge patio that overlooked an even more ginormous green lawn.

“All of this is–”

“Yeah,” He finished your sentence for you, “Anyone would be happy here, right?”

“Yes,” You agreed quickly, which seemed to please him. He grabbed your hand in response, holding it and caressing your thumb with his own larger one. Although you could tell the seasons were changing, the weather felt nice, and there was a constant breeze flowing and relieving you from the heat of the sun.

He gave you time to take in the scenery but five minutes later, you both could see a car coming down the horseshoe-shaped driveway, “That’s Dr. Watts. You ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You didn’t have much of experience with doctors but you knew already you must not be a good patient. You struggled with almost every answer that Dr. Watts asked you and, at some point, he started directing all of his questions towards Rafe.

When was your last period? What kinds of birth control have you used? Have you ever had something called a pap smear? Do you have any allergies? What’s your family’s medical history?

“I gave her a Plan B this morning, just to be safe.”

You found yourself just trying to keep up with the conversation they were having. At some points, you found the view outside more interesting, “There are small procedures we can do. An IUD can be placed inside the uterus, an implant can be placed inside the arm, or there is the traditional birth control pill. Right now, I can give her a shot that will prevent pregnancy for the next 3 months.”

You were sat where Rafe had placed you, on a stool in the middle of the massive kitchen.

Dr. Watts didn’t look like what you imagined a doctor would look like. He didn’t wear a white coat; in fact, he was dressed very casually in shorts and a button-up. He also brought all the things he needed in a briefcase.

“That’s fine,” Rafe agreed, his arms crossed.

“Alright, so after that shot, we’ll do a couple of vaccination shots. And then I’ll take some blood for testing.”

Dr. Watts had several syringes laid out on the kitchen island, picking up the first one after washing his hands and putting on some gloves. Rafe grabbed ahold of your hand again, his eyes commanding you to look at him, “This is just to make sure you’re healthy. It won’t feel good, but it’s not a punishment.”

“Okay,” You said, although your heart was pounding, and you already felt tears in your eyes.

“I’m right here; squeeze my hand,” He said, pushing your hair back as he gazed over your face. On your other side, Dr. Watts lifted the sleeve of your shirt. The first shot was to your upper arm, and the pinch made you squeeze your eyes tight, but it was over relatively quickly, “You’re doing so good, sweet girl. What do you think about ice cream for breakfast?”

You opened your eyes, and the calmness in his eyes was a signal to you that everything was okay, “Lana has the day off, but I can make an ice cream sundae. We’ve got everything, whip cream, cherries, chocolate sprinkles. What do you think?”

Rafe made you talk through the next few shots and when the doctor had to draw your blood, and he wiped your tears when you were all done.

“That wasn’t so bad. I’ll walk Dr. Watts out, and we’ll make some ice cream.”

Rafe noticed you seemed almost disappointed when he led you back to your room after your ice cream feast. He liked showing you around your new home and the place he grew up, but he wasn’t quite ready to unhook your leash. You were safest in his home and even safer within these four walls.

Rafe took a seat at the edge of the bed, his hand still intertwined with yours, “How does your arm feel, Bambi?”

“A little sore,” You answered, although Rafe could tell by your eyes that it was worse than what you were portraying. He pulled you gently forward, encouraging you to straddle his lap.

“Poor thing,” Rafe said, his voice becoming even more raspy as he felt your closeness, “But hey, you did so well. You know, I’m really happy with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a good little girl. I can tell that you appreciate everything that I’ve done.”

“I-I do,” You replied quickly, making Rafe smirk.

“And you understand that I’m in control … I mean, it’s only fair. Who knows what would have happened if I left you with that man, with those people,” You nodded at his words, and negative thoughts of his father, Sarah, and his evil stepmother started to enter his thoughts, “I’m giving you the perfect life, the happy home that I never got. Whatever, I won’t get fucking mopey, but just know after all that I’ve been through, I know how to lead a family properly.”

He stopped his mind from wandering to darker places and grabbed ahold of your hips, “Thank you for … taking me away.”

“I had to,” Rafe leaned in to kiss your neck, “You’re mine now. Only mine.”

He loved that he could smell the perfume he picked out for you and feel you in the clothes he bought for you. He took so much care in creating this paradise for you.

“Daddy’s going to make you feel better,” Rafe said in your ear, “I have to taste you. You want Daddy to taste your pretty pussy?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Tell me,” Rafe commanded, squeezing your ass with his large hands.

“I want you to taste me, Daddy.”

“Good girl, don’t be nervous,” Rafe praised, wrapping an arm around your lower back before he swiftly turned you over, placing you gently against the bed, “I’ll be gentle, just how I was last night. Not going to fill you up, just want to taste you.”

You were quite helpless with your arm being so sore, Rafe could tell you were struggling to move it. He thought of tying you down, of course, when you felt better. He took his time with your leggings, still excited as ever to see more of you. He spread your legs, kissing your center through the fabric of your panties. Wrapping his arms underneath you, he pulled you into him, letting your thighs warm his face. He kissed you like this for a while, teasing you, making you squirm when he kissed your inner thigh. Not able to wait any longer, Rafe pulled your thin panties to the side, “There’s Daddy’s pretty little pussy,” He kissed your clit first, and the next sounds out of his mouth were guttural as he took you into his mouth.

You tasted divine, sweet like he always called you. Rafe became relentless, waiting until you were close to your peak before he pulled away. Heavy breaths fanned over your sensitive area, and you whined because of the lack of friction, “You liked that, didn’t you, Bambi?”

“Yes, i-it feels good, Daddy,” You responded, slightly embarrassed by how quickly you got worked up.

“Should I keep going? Does my little girl want to cum? Go ahead and ask Daddy. Tell me what you want.”

“Can you please make me cum, Daddy?” Rafe could tell in your tone of voice that maybe you weren’t sure what you asking. He hadn’t considered that you might not know what an orgasm felt like.

“Yes, Bambi, of course. Talk through it; tell me what it feels like, sweet girl,” After those words, Rafe held you even tighter and dipped his head down again. He pressed his tongue into you, waiting to find that spot that seemed to make you cry out before he focused all the pressure there.

“It feels …it feels–” You gasped, “It’s too much, it’s too much–” Rafe took your scattered words and cries of pleasure as a good sign to keep adding pressure. When you tried to pull away from him, Rafe knew you were having an orgasm, but he kept you there, “It’s too much, Daddy!”

Rafe pulled away, giving your clit a short break, but soon he was replacing his mouth with his fingers. Rafe shushed you, “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” He pushed two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to find the right spot. For Rafe, the best thing about being with a woman was being able to watch them have multiple orgasms in a row. This time, he’d only make you have two, but he’d soon find out what your limit was, “One more. Just give me one more.”

Rafe started sucking your clit as he moved his fingers, “Please, please,” You wouldn’t beg him to stop; you were too much of a good girl. He knew what you needed and wouldn’t let you run from it.

He slowed his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. Rafe entangled himself from your legs, needing to see your face. You looked so cute trying to catch your breath and with your face scrunched up. Rafe brought his hands over his mouth, wiping away the wetness, “That’s my girl.”

A few days passed in your new room. Sometimes it crossed your mind to ask Rafe when you’d be able to walk around the house or when you’d get to go outside, but you stopped yourself every time. You thought you should be more grateful towards him, he’d provided you with so many things, and he was much kinder than any man you’d ever met. He was handsome, too, with blue eyes that often made it hard for you to think when you looked into them.

Every day was similar; there were no more visitors like Dr. Watts, and you completed your routine exactly like Rafe had instructed. Usually, you’d share all of your meals, and Rafe would leave in between for work. You got more comfortable in your own company. At first, playing with the toys felt silly, like the activities were meant for someone much younger. Slowly, it started to feel like satisfying a part of you that hadn’t existed in a long while.

Today, you had several coloring books laid out on the ground in front of your bed, and you’d spent most of the day coloring. You liked having your dolls set up nearby so, of course, they could see your work, “What do you think, Molly?” You’d spend hours by yourself, and it started feeling natural to talk to them, “Red or blue for the spots … Blue? You’re right; blue would be perfect.”

Rafe returned to you before dinner but you noticed he hadn’t brought a tray of food like he usually did. Instead, he was carrying a large cardboard box, “I’ve got a surprise for you,” He set it down on the carpet nearby you, his face lit up with excitement. You set down your marker, crawling on your knees towards the box. Rafe kneeled down with you, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a soft kiss, “You’ve been so damn good your first week; something came for you in the mail.”

You looked at him, baffled, “I don’t know what it could be.”

“Open it,” He winked at you.

Cautiously, you pulled open the flaps of the cardboard and then reached into the mountain of packing peanuts. You pulled out a long box, immediately recognizing a doll's face, but one that looked very similar to you. It was the right skin tone and had the same curls that you did, “Really? For me?” You placed the box on the ground, just admiring her face.

“Yeah, why should you have to play with my sister’s old things?” Rafe opened up the box even further, and you could see she was dressed in a beautiful floral gown. It was a cream color with pretty blue flowers, puffy sleeves, and an even flouncier skirt.

“She’s so pretty … and the dress is…,” You said, unable to take your eyes off of her, “You didn’t have to; I really do like the other dolls–”

“I wanted to,” Rafe insisted, “And that’s not it. There’s something else.”

When you reached back inside the box, you felt the top of a hanger. You pulled out a clear garment bag and inside was the exact replica of the dress your new doll was wearing, and it looked your size, “For you to wear to dinner,” Rafe explained after you stared speechless, “Which, for tonight, will be served in the dining room.”

“We’ll be matching,” You thought out loud, next picking up the doll from the packaging.

“She’s welcome to dinner if you want to bring her. She’s completely yours. You can name her and everything,” Rafe said, gently grabbing ahold of your chin, “I want to see you in your new dress, though.”

“Yes, Daddy,” You agreed, standing with both the doll and dress in hand, “If I’m Bambi, maybe she can be …Bunny?”

“That’s a cute name, sweet girl,” Rafe agreed, clapping his hands together, “Run along, I want to be surprised.”

Excitetely, you padded over to the bathroom. When you put the dress on, you were surprised by how similar they were, down to the placement of the flowers, although yours fit much shorter than your dolls. When you stepped back into the room with Bunny in your hands, you smoothed down the back of your dress so it would fully cover your bottom. Rafe’s eyes seemed to light up at the sight, and you did a small spin for him.

“Wow, don’t you two look precious.”

His eyes looked hungry, although you could tell he wasn’t thinking about tonight’s dinner.

For the first time in several days, you left your room, one hand tucking Bunny close to your body and your other hand intertwined with Rafe’s. The lights around the house were dim and Rafe led you to down a long hallway to a candlelit room. Although the long dining room had twelve chairs, only two places were set. Rafe pulled back the chair right next to the head of the table, and you initially missed his cue for you to sit as your eyes looked all over the room until he tapped your bottom. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, but you still took your seat.

In front of you was a delicious-smelling plate of steak with a red sauce, small potatoes, and carrots. There was also a beautiful flower arrangement on the table, one made of cream and light purple flowers, “You look fucking beautiful, princess,” Rafe whistled, taking his place at the head of the table, “Like a fucking painting or something.”

Rafe’s words made you smile, and his compliments often made you feel overwhelmed. You weren’t used to someone taking notice of your appearance outside of sex, and when he looked at you, he looked at you as a whole, “Thank you, Daddy,” The words were starting to feel natural on your tongue, “It looks very nice in here, and the food looks delicious.”

“You ever been on a date before?” Rafe asked, pouring something fizzy into your wine glass. You shook your head in response, “Usually, you share a meal or do an activity together; meanwhile, you’re getting to know the other person. You’re lucky you don’t have to go on a million bad dates before you’ve found the right person.”

“What makes a date bad?” You asked.

You moved to pick up your knife but paused when Rafe grabbed ahold of it first. He took you for as well and began cutting your steak into smaller pieces, “For me, girls have always wanted … things from me. Superficial things. You think they’re listening to you when you’re pouring your heart out …but really just thinking about how they’re gonna get what they want from you.”

You frowned, squeezing Bunny closer to your stomach, “That sounds horrible.”

When Rafe handed you your fork, you assumed you could begin to eat.

Rafe nodded his head, taking a swig of brown liquor from his glass, “I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“Will your sister ever come to visit?” If the purpose of a date was to get to know the other person, you thought you could get some curiosities you had off your mind.

“I have two sisters. Wheezie, she’ll probably come visit at some point, uhm but my other sister probably won’t. She’s not really welcome, anyways,” Rafe answered, poking at food on his plate, “Wheezie, though, I’m sure she’ll like you.”

Your lips pulled into a small smile, “I’ve always wanted siblings. I had some friends in the other girls, but Mas-” You stopped yourself, “We weren’t really supposed to like each other.”

“Blood doesn’t really mean anything. You should be able to choose your family,” Rafe said, “What matters is who’s loyal to you, you know?

You agreed, although you weren’t sure you really knew what loyalty felt like. As you were finishing up dinner, a loud knocking interrupted one of Rafe’s stories. Rafe seemed more caught off guard than even you were, fumbling to pull out his phone and check something, “Shit,” he cursed, “C’mon, Daddy’s got to handle some business.”

Rafe grabbed your arm as he pulled you from the dining room. He brought you to the stairs, “Go upstairs, close your door, and wait for me,” You tried to glance out the window panes by the front door but couldn’t get a glimpse of who was there, “Go.”

The strict tone in his voice made you hurry up the stairs, although once you were at the top, you ducked down and crouched behind the banister. You watched Rafe open the door, and a shorter, dark-haired man pushed his way inside, “What’s so fucking urgent that you’re showing up without calling?” You heard Rafe ask.

“Don’t you look fancy,” The other man commented, “Having a dinner party without me?”

“Dude, what is it?” Rafe sounded impatient.

“It’s Maybank. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have some important shit to tell you.”

“Fine, come to my office.”

Their voices faded away as they moved further into the house. You debated sneaking back down and eavesdropping, but you looked down at Bunny, her face reminding you to be good. You wandered back to your room, and like Rafe told you to, you closed the door behind you.

He was occupied for an hour before he returned to your room. Running a hand through his hair, he breathed out a sigh, “Sorry about that,” Rafe said, taking a spot next to you on the bed.

“Who was it?” You asked quietly.

Rafe hesitated, “... a business associate of mine. I got some bad news. I’ll probably be gone most of the day tomorrow.”

“Can’t I go with you?”

“You still need time to adjust,” He looked down at you, “It isn’t something you’ll want to see anyways. My work is nothing a little girl like you should be involved in. I won’t let you worry your pretty little head.”

“I’m sorry …”

“I’m not mad at you,” Rafe grabbed ahold of your chin, “Before if I had gotten news like that …man, I would’ve lost my shit. But I have you, and just looking at you makes me feel better.”

His hand moved to your throat, squeezing as he kissed your lips, “I want to fuck you so bad in that cute little dress.”

You struggled to get a breath, his tongue exploring your mouth as he tightened his grip around your neck. Instinctively, you grabbed ahold of his wrist, and he pushed you back onto the bed. Just as he released his grip and you were able to take in a full breath, Rafe grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over. His movements didn’t feel like they usually did; he was rough and desperate.

“Up on your knees,” He lifted up your waist and then lifted up the skirt of your dress, your face pressed into the bed, “Good girl, stay like that, spread open for me.”

You heard him spit before you felt him press a wet hand against your clit, rubbing, before coating your entrance. He was already hard, and he wasted no time pressing his length against your entrance. In this position, you felt him even deeper as he pushed inside of you, “Daddy,” You whimpered.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Rafe cooed, “I know you can take more. I know you can handle it.”

You squeezed the bed tightly as he moved faster and went just as deep. Rafe kept you from pulling away, holding your hips so tight you were sure they might bruise. Unmercifully, he rocked into you, only going harder when you felt yourself reaching your peak, “I’m cumming, Daddy,” You told him, your voice muffled by the fabric of the comforter, “I’m cumming.”

Rafe grabbed the back of your throat, pushing into you harder, “Cum baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking good,” Rafe panted, “Oh, Daddy’s gonna fill you up, sweet girl.”

You felt tears begin to fall, a swirl of emotions inside you. It hurt, him stretching you over and over, and yet you felt good at the same time. You were so happy to have a home with a new Master who actually cared for you and wanted to take care of you. You were still scared that you’d wake up tomorrow and you’d be back sleeping on cold, cement floors.

After Rafe finished, the tight grip he had changed to soft caresses. He softly rubbed your bottom before slowly pulling up the skirt of your dress, “Lay down, Bambi,” Although your muscles were sore, you crawled further onto the bed, laying down on your stomach. Rafe fell beside you, caressing your hair and then your tear-stained cheeks, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled you into a deep hug. Rafe rubbed your back until you thought you might fall asleep until you heard him say, “You won’t like it if you wake up in your dress. Let’s go brush our teeth and change into our jammies. Then Daddy will tuck you in, okay?”

Weakly, you nodded against his hard chest, “Okay, Daddy.”

part 3

#dark fic #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron #outer banks #black!reader #rafe cameron smut #obx fic #outer banks smut #barry outer banks #rafe smut #rafe fanfiction

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starrieangel · 7 months ago

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🩷Mouthwashing Age Regression AU Pt. 1🧸

Part 1/3: Kiddo Regressor Curly ♡

Other Parts: Anya, Jimmy

Features: Little! Curly x CG! Reader

Tags: Fluff, Age Regression, Earth AU

Curly

Curly likes to regress whenever life just gets too much. Whenever work gets hard, he'll grit his teeth and hold himself together as long as he can, but the second he gets home from his shift he goes into kiddo headspace ♡

Curly regresses to ages 5-9, the worse day he's had the younger he is.

Curly likes to call his carer (you♡) Mama most often, but if he reallyy wants to tug your heart strings he'll pout a little bit and go “Mommyyy” (or if ur a British Curly believer MUMMY)

“Can we watch one more movie before bed? Pleaseee, Mama?” ♡

You always call him sweetie, angel, darling, but when he's little he's also your special boy, your baby bear ♡

“What a nice drawing! This is going on the fridge, I'm so proud of you baby boy!” ♡ It’s even easier to make him blush when he's small~

He doesn't need or own a whole lot of agere gear, not even very many plushies or toys. When regressed, he's mostly just focused on being comfy. His favorite things when he is regressed is a teddy bear he's had since he was really young, and his favorite blankie ♡

If you're a crafty person, he really likes when you knit/crochet/quilt/sew him things like blankies, socks, etc. They're so much more special because they're from you!

He's a very calm and quiet person normally, and he is equally so when regressed. He just wants to be cozy and quiet, wrapped in his blankets and watching cartoons or videos with his mommy nearby ♡

He likes to watch videos about science, especially about space or about animals. He just zones out and lets his brain relax.

(He specifically likes the Too Cute! Series by Animal Planet, which I recommend to any littles reading ~ Like he just wants to go to such a positive and cozy place!!) You tell him he's the one that's Too Cute and he turns bright pink and hides in his blankies before giggling and going "Thanks, Mama" :)

He doesn't really play pretend or with any toys, but he LOVES coloring. He loves getting new coloring books, crayons, or markers. He'll make colorings just for you (so you can praise him... please praise him, he really loves it ♡)

He literally just wants to be taken care of by you; please pour his juice for him and brush his hair and tuck him in and read him a story and pet his hair til he falls asleep ♡♡

If he was ever regressed in public (not likely bc he is very private with his regression) but if he was, he would follow you around like a puppy, always leaning his head on top of your shoulder/resting his chin on top of your head while he wraps his arms around you, or link your pinkies together so he doesn't get lost ♡

Tl;dr: He is just the sleepiest, sweetest baby boy ♡

Hope you enjoyed! Leave a rb if you enjoyed or comment what you think! ♡♡

#mouthwashing agere #curly x reader #agere #agere imagines #f/o #fandom #mine #dividers by saradika-graphics #age regression #age regression imagines #f/o imagines

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belle-ligerent · 8 days ago

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So. I finally booked the appointment.

Turns out aborting the inner child is not covered by insurance. Something about ‘non physical entities’ and ‘unquantifiable trauma residues’. Whatever. I found a clinic on the outskirts of my psyche sandwiched between Regretful Decisions and Obsessive Rumination. There was a neon sign that flickered Abortions and underneath: We also do dream exorcisms and soul waxes!

I walked in wearing something emotionally neutral - gray hoodie, void of narrative. No mascara. No lipstick. I wanted to appear unpossessable. The receptionist was a middle aged woman with one eye and no mouth. She handed me a clipboard made of unresolved memories. The pen dripped nostalgia.

‘Reason for visit?’

I paused. ‘Chronic regression. High doses of hope. Frequent sobbing in linen.’

She nodded without nodding.

Dr. Zeitgeist was already waiting in a lab coat made of rejection letters and childhood drawings with crayon rainbows. He had a clipboard and a pen too. I think it was mine from second grade.

‘So’, he said, smiling like a tired metaphor. ‘You’re here to terminate.’

‘Voluntarily’, I added. ‘She’s… well, she’s clinging to my pancreas.’

He nodded. ‘Classic case. Inner children are notoriously tenacious. Did she name herself?’

‘Yeah. She calls herself Sparky. She speaks only in movie quotes and sobs when there’s no music playing.’

‘Delightful’, he muttered, checking a box labeled Excess Sentimentality.

They laid me on a table made of unmet needs. The anesthetic was a lullaby in reverse. And then - they extracted her. Sparky came out kicking and shrieking and demanding a lollipop. She looked like me at 5, except with sharper teeth and a thirst for attention.

‘YOU NEED ME’, she howled. ‘WHO ELSE WILL CRY WHNR YOUR TEXTS GO UNANSWERED?’

‘I’ve installed coping mechanisms’, I replied coolly. ‘And I’ve downloaded boundaries’

‘IM THE LAST BIT OF YOU THAT CAN LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY’

‘That’s precisely the issue’, I said.

The doctor gave me a nod and a metaphysical vacuum cleaner. I did it myself. I vacuumed her out of my ribcage, my voice notes, my lovers’ laps and the Spotify playlists I made to mourn the relationships that never existed. I vacuumed her out my high school diary and the aching place in my chest that used to bloom every time someone almost chose me. When I was done, the doc offered me a lollipop.

‘Symbolic’, he said.

‘Irony-flavored?’

‘No, it’s bergamot and detachment.’

I sucked it while Sparky was wrapped and placed in cold storage, in case I ever wanted to revisit the crime scene. Back home I didn’t cry. Not even once. I made a cucumber salad. I listened to a podcast. I went to bed in a clean tshirt that smelled of laundry and not longing.

But around 3am, I swore I heard à muffled giggle from the closet. I rolled over, pressed my face into the pillow and whispered ‘You’re not real’. I think she winked. And I think I missed her. Just a little.

#inner child abortion

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babybutlerarthur · 2 years ago

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[request <3 !] regressor lips from the muppets w cg animal n dr teeth ? i think it would be interesting to see animal try to be a caregiver, given that he has help from other cgs

I love this so much!

Cg! Animal and Little!Lips

Animal and Dr. Teeth sat in the living room together. Animal was retaping his drumsticks (again), while the good doctor scribbled some lyrics into an old note book. The others had gone out to do who knows what. They were all adults. Both the band members looked up when the front door slammed. They were expecting Floyd to be standing there. Other than animal, he was the only one either of them could see slamming a door (and even then, that was unlikely).

What neither of them was expecting was for Lips to be standing there. His fists were clenched and his breathing was heavy. His body has a slight tremble to it, and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Something was bubbling under the surface, and Teeth knew to tread lightly. He kept his voice soft and even.

"Woah, Lips, is everything ok, my man? You don't look so hot. What happened?" The trumpeter stayed quiet for a long while. Suddenly, his bottom lip started to wobble, and his face scrunched up in agony. The next thing they knew, Lips collapsed to the ground. Loud sobs erupted from his mouth.

Teeth made a move to get up, planning on running and comforting the now crying baby, but he watched in surprise as a red ball of furr ran in front of him. Animal held out a gold paci to Lips. The little still had his eyes closed tight, so he didn't see his band mate.

"Hey, wild man, maybe we should-."

"Here, baby! Ok baby!" Animal began to use his free hand to pet the blond curls in front of him. The touch made Lips calm to sniffles and whines. His eyes were open wide as he took in which band member was taking care of him. He opened his mouth and let Animal pop the paci in his mouth. He reached his arms out, and Animal pulled him into his lap. He started rocking back and forth to further calm down the distraught baby.

"My baby. Sh, my baby." Teeth walked over and kneeled next to the two.

"Way to go, wild thing! Pass him here and I'll-"

"No! My baby!" The drummer glared as he cradled the blond close to him. Lips hardly noticed the slightly rougher treatment, too busy playing with the chains around the creature's neck.

"Alright, he's your baby. How about I assist you in caring for our turbulent little friend there?" Animal looked at help for a few seconds, assessing his intentions. Eventually, he nodded.

"Help." Animal stood up, still holding Lips close to him. The baby happily babbled to himself, playing with Animal's fur and chains. Teeth and Animal took him to the room where they kept all their little supplies. He pulled out a diaper and looked at it, confused. When he was little, he didn't wear diapers. He had no idea how to do this, but he wanted to help his baby. He tossed the diaper to Teeth, who caught it with ease. Animal turned and grabbed Lip's favorite fox onesie. He reached and started tugging off the clothes on his friend.

"Bye bye big boy clothes." Lips waved as Animal tossed them to the other side of the room. From there, the Doctor took over, showing Animal the proper way to secure the diaper around the little's waist. Once the diaper was snug around his hips, Animal got to work on sliding the onesie on. He snapped the crotch closed and held Lips to his chest again.

"All done! Feed the baby!"

"I think that is a splendiferous idea, my man! I think we've got some nuggets in the fridge. Not the vegan ones. Those are for Janice." The three made their way into the kitchen, where they just popped the nuggets into the microwave for a few minutes. Once they were done, Animal set Lips in a chair and sat next to him.

He held out a nugget to Lips. The little just looked at him with his eyes closed (none of them knew why he always kept his eyes closed, or if he could actually see with his eyes closed or not. It added to the mystery that was one Lips). The paci bobbed under his nose. Animal let out a growl and shook it.

"Eat!"

"Woah, woah. Calm down, Animal. Getting him to start eating is the hardest part. You gotta make it a game."

"Oooh! Game!" Animal shook the nugget and made train sounds, but nothing happened. He blinked some before trying airplane sounds. Again, nothing happened. He let out a shout of frustration and started shaking the food agressively. He stopped when he heard a loud giggle come from the baby across from him. Lips was kicking his feet and holding his sides as he laughed.

Animal took the opportunity to shove the food into the horn player's mouth. Once he ate the first one, he pretty much demanded another one.

Teeth was right: The hardest part was getting him to start eating.

Once lunch was over, Lips put his paci back in his mouth and clung to Animal once again. The three wandered into the living room. Teeth turned on one of Lip's favorite cartoons: Garfield and Friends.

Within a few minutes, the little was fast asleep. Animal walked over to his hammock and set the baby in it. He tucked a little stuffed fox into his arms and covered him up.

"Night night, baby." He laid a kiss on those blond curls before walking back over and sitting next to Dr.Teeth. The pianist smiled and ruffled his fur.

"You did good, wild man, you did good." Animal bristled with pride. He did do a good job! He took good care of his baby!

And who knows, maybe next time Teeth would let him do it alone!

#agere #age regression #agere fandom #fandom agere #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw regression #fanfic #sfw interaction only #the muppets #dr. teeth #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #animal muppets #lips muppet

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hlficlibrary · 2 years ago

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HL FIC LIBRARY ✤ AUTHOR REC

AO3: wabadabadaba

Tumblr: @wabadabadaba

STATS:

✤ Number of fics: 64

✤ Posting Since: 2013

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ Every Time We Touch [G, 5k]

Louis laughed when he heard the term professional cuddler for the first time. His doctor let Louis laugh and then explained the purpose behind the profession and how it could help Louis. It took a few weeks but Louis finally scheduled an appointment, now all he had to do was leave his car and walk into the house.

or the one where Louis is suffering from touch deprivation so he goes to see Harry who is a professional cuddler.

2️⃣ Jealousy, Jealousy [E, 26k]

“This is your boyfriend?” the woman asked, slowly looking over Louis and then Harry.

“Yes,” Harry straightened up and wrapped his arm around Louis’ shoulders. “Is that a problem?”

This wasn’t the first time they have had someone question their relationship, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It didn’t make it any easier to deal with though. Harry could tell Louis was growing frustrated as well, not only by the change in his scent but by his body language as well. Louis crossed his arms over his chest and moved closer to Harry, who now had his arm wrapped tightly around Louis.

“No,” the woman shrugged. “I mean, how does that work, being two alphas? Wouldn’t you be better off with an omega?”

or the one where Harry has a lot of expectations for dating an alpha for the first time but his hormones causing conflict isn't one of them. Neither is the nest he builds and keeps a secret from his alphasexual boyfriend.

3️⃣ Let's Go To The Beach [G, 1k]

"Louis," Harry repeated.

"Right," Louis sighed. "He tried to scent me."

or the one where Louis has a meeting with an aggressive alpha and Harry calms Louis down.

4️⃣ Zoey [G, 2k]

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

5️⃣ As It Was [E, 45k]

“Fuck,” Louis whispered. “That’s Liam, my ride, so I have to go. Can I get your number so we can continue this conversation?”

“Uhm…” Harry furrowed his brow. Did he want Louis' number? Did he want to keep talking to him? He had a good time so far and felt comfortable in his presence but that’s a far cry from wanting to build any type of relationship with someone.

“Or can I give you my number so you can call the shots?”

That was still scary, Harry thought, but not as bad as giving Louis his own number. He could hear Liam calling for Louis again, so he quickly slid his phone out of his pants pocket, unlocked it and handed it over to Louis, who quickly put his number in.

or, Age play was never just about the sex for Harry. After his old domme tainted his experiences, he didn’t think he could regress again. He didn't think he would find someone to submit to, to let go of his worries and be the caregiver he craves. So, after a two year break, he decides to reenter the local BDSM scene. Meeting Louis Tomlinson at his first munch back wasn’t what Harry expected, but maybe it was what he needed.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 Liquid Gold [E, 9k]

Harry’s original intention wasn’t to tease but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward, dropping on his hands, and let his teeth graze Louis’ jaw. He delighted in Louis’ reaction- his breath hitched and was uneven, his body was pliant, and his eyes were already dilating. Harry moved his fangs from Louis’ jaw down to his neck, right over his jugular vein.

Harry’s eyes rolled back as he smelled Louis’ blood- there was the bitter copper smell that all blood had with notes of something sweet. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure, enough for Louis to stop breathing all together, and licked the vein. He kissed it and pulled away from Louis completely.

or, Louis has a biting kink and the only person he thinks can fulfill it is his vampire friend, Harry.

#authorrec #ficrec #wabadabadaba #hltracks #hlsource #hljournal #hlcreators #1dficvillage #trackinghome #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #yourlarrysource #1dsource

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xoxiu · 2 years ago

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autumn outside the post office - jin x reader

chapter two table of contents masterlist

≪ how long will beautiful things last? ≫

summary: it wasn't your fault that dr. kim was the most beautiful man you've ever seen. falling for him was entirely your fault, however. first semester at college and you're already dreaming of a student/professor relationship- so naughty and against the code of conduct. you like the thrill, though.

tags/warnings: smut, teacher!jin, college au, cute yet forbidden romance, daddy dom!jin, love triangles, frat boys jungkook and taehyung, age regression, age play, ddlg, spanking, eating disorders, mental health, first love, exhibitionism, lots of blowjobs, age gap

"Very few classical Korean works have been translated and appreciated outside of Korean culture. I hope to change that with the class." Seokjin started his lecture, basing it on a PowerPoint he had created the night before. The students listened quietly, jotting down notes on their laptops or notebooks. The professor took note of this, reminding his pupils that they learn better by physically writing notes on paper.

You didn't need to be told this- your purple notebook had been opened right as class started. Your notes had been very organized, jotting down key points of the PowerPoint as well as Dr. Kim's lecture. In high school, your notes made you a star student often used as an example for others. You badly wanted to blurt that out to make Dr. Kim proud, but you managed to control yourself.

"Does anyone know a famous classical Korean writer?"

"Kim Shisup!" The blonde from the bus stop spoke up from the front row. Seokjin looked her way with a smile.

"Good job, Cara! Someone paid attention in history class." The professor gave the student a wink. You felt rage and jealousy fill your entire body. Glaring at the back of her head, you tried to make her explode with your brain. Sadly, it did not work.

This was only your second time in Seokjin's class. You barely knew the professor, yet you wanted all of his attention solely on you. Seeing him act friendly with other students made your blood boil. Your notes soon turned messy as you aggressively wrote.

"Classical Korean literature was written in Chinese, and dealt with themes surrounding loyalty."

Oh, you'd be loyal to Dr. Kim. You only had eyes for him, unlike Cara. Cara probably went after every male professor in the Asian Language department. It was so obvious she wanted him; you could see her flirtatious gaze on him from your seat. As the class went on, you caught on to the playful banter between Dr. Kim and Cara and began to worry that something was going on between them.

Class ended on time, with Dr. Kim giving a quick wrap-up. He timed his lecture perfectly, allowing for a quick summary right at the end of class.

"And my apologizes to you Korean majors, most of today probably felt like the information you already knew."

"It's fine. Having a refresher is never a bad thing!" Cara said as she stood up. She waved goodbye to Dr. Kim before leaving the classroom.

You sucked your teeth to avoid calling her any rude names. Frantically, you tried to think of a question to ask now that class was done. Everything today made sense to you, but you needed time to talk to Dr. Kim one-on-one.

"Dr. Kim, I have a question," you said, walking up to his desk. He smiled at you, turning to give you his full attention. Somehow you missed him eyeing up your outfit- a purple plaid skirt with a flowing ivory blouse. What you didn't miss was him licking his lips.

"Anything for you, miss y/n," His voice made you blush, almost forgetting what exactly you wanted to ask him.

"You mentioned that whiteness was seen as a symbol of purity in ancient Korea. Could you go deeper into that for me?"

He blinked at your request, looking rather shocked by your question. The smile soon returned to his face, happy to answer you.

"That's an excellent question, y/n. I may have brushed over that too much," He leaned back in his chair, preparing to give you his spiel. "White is a very important color in Korea even today. It represents the sun, harvest, origins, and the foundations of humanity. When Westerners came across Korea, one of the first things they noted was the white clothing Koreans wore.

"I'm sure you meant to imply a sort of racial bias with your question, which is okay, as pale skin has always been seen as a status symbol in Korea."

You nodded as he answered your question, sheepishly smiling as he picked up your hidden intentions.

"Pale skin seems to be a status symbol in many cultures back then. I know Greeks held paleness to a high degree as well." Seokjin smiled and laughed at your statement, happily clasping his hands together.

"You're such a smart girl, y/n. I'm sure you know how all this applies to present-day racial bias and supremacy, too." You blushed hard at the compliment and were about to excuse yourself when Dr. Kim spoke up again.

"If you have any more good questions, feel free to stop by my office hours. They're listed on the syllabus," he paused a second before continuing. "Or feel free to email me anytime. Although, I prefer you visit me instead. I get rather lonely."

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Despite being much larger, the dining hall was much quieter than the cafeteria in high school. Everyone spoke at a normal level, watched videos with headphones in, and didn't goof around with the food. It was a nice change in pace for you.

You grabbed a tray and began to walk to the various food bars, hoping to find something good. Dinner service had only started a couple of minutes ago, so none of the lines were too long. In the end, you decided to make yourself a salad and grabbed some baklava from the Greek bar. You sat in the far corner of the dining hall near the exit. Balancing your phone against the condiment basket, you turned your attention to Netflix as you ate.

A notification popped up on your screen- another email from Dr. Kim. You went to swipe it away only to see that it was directly addressed to you. Curiously, you picked up your phone to read the email.

'y/n,

I couldn't help but note your curiosity about foreign cultures. I'm very impressed. I'd like for you to join us at our next Korean Cultural meeting this Friday at 6 pm. I know you're not a Korean major, but I think you'll get something out of this club.

- Dr. Kim Seokjin'

You smiled at the idea of Dr. Kim thinking about you, even well after class had ended. Looking over the email again, you frowned as you realized you had a meeting at that time. The meeting wasn't exactly necessary- it was just a check-in for first-year students to see how the first week of classes had gone. But at the same time, you weren't sure if the club was meant for you. You weren't Korean and had no cultural experience in that area. You only took Korean Literature because you needed a foreign literature credit. Not wanting to fully commit just yet, you didn't reply to the email.

Leaving the dining hall, you made your way up to your dorm room. Jennie was already back, diligently working on homework at her desk.

"I don't know why I have so much homework during the first week of classes. It's- oh! You look happy!" Jennie's frustrations faded as she noticed the large smile on your face. "Is it a boy?"

"Maybe," you teased, sitting down at your desk. You opened up your laptop to work on the chemistry homework you have due tomorrow, but your mind kept wandering to Dr. Kim.

"Wow, you must really like this guy," Jennie jokingly elbowed you with a smug smile. "That grin is just getting bigger and bigger."

You opened up the class page for Korean Literature, checking to see when Dr. Kim's office hours were. They were Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1 pm to 3 pm. Perfect, you thought, your chemistry class ended fifteen minutes before the start of his hours. You grew more giddy as you realized you were able to see him tomorrow.

Chemistry homework in college was much harder than chemistry homework in high school, you quickly learned. The questions were so confusing and the diagrams were borderline unreadable. It all made your head hurt.

A knock at your door drew both you and Jennie out of your intense concentration. Taking off your headphones, you went to go see who was at the door. Jimin, your RA, smiled at you.

"Hi, y/n! Hi Jennie!" He leaned in to wave at Jennie, who politely waved back. "I'm just letting you know there will be a hall meeting in the kitchenette in five minutes."

"We'll just head on down now, I guess," Jennie said, closing her laptop and walking out the door with you. Jimin continued knocking on doors, letting the other residents of the hall know about the meeting while you and Jennie got comfortable in the beanbags in the corner of the kitchenette.

Ten minutes had passed, and no one besides Jimin, you, and Jennie sat in the kitchenette. Jimin looked very displeased, looking down at his plate of brownies with a frown. He baked them for the residents at the meeting, expecting a room full of twenty students. Instead, the meeting turned into small talk between the three of you.

"Well, this sucks. I guess you two can have the brownies if you'd like."

#bts fanfic #seokjin x reader #kim seokjin #teacher/student #bts smut #college au #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #autumn outside the post office

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chronicbeans · 2 years ago

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Random Character Facts/Bios (Iolite Hospital)

Random info dump for my OCs! Yippee!!!!

TW: Chronic Illness, Hospital Settings/Doctors, Death/Embalming, Nihilism, Age Regression Due to Trauma

THE MORTICIAN: New boi! His name is Baxter and is Maya's uncle. He is a "land shark". Land sharks have a few defining features - floofy shark tails, short claws, paw pads and "toe beans" on their hands and feet, three fingers, and sharp teeth! Baxter loves death in the oddest of ways (he sees it as the most important thing in life, and uses it as a motivation to live how he likes). He is very excited over the prospect that EVERYONE will die, NOBODY will live to see their legacy, and as such, he believes that NOTHING matters. Unlike most, he fears never being forgotten after death. He is a hopeless romantic, falling in love quickly, easily, and obsessively. He currently has a crush on his assistant, Elizabeth. When "lovestruck", little hearts with X's for eyes will float around him, chirping out pieces of his thoughts. So he's just standing there, hearts in his eyes, as little hearts float and chirp things like "CUTE!" "PRETTY LADY!" "BEAUTIFUL VOICE!" "PERFECT!" His tail also wags when happy, the end of his tail curling to form a fluffy heart. Oh, he can also just like... Pull off a mean Charleston out of completely nowhere, with no warning. He'll be embalming a body, then just start dancing for no reason. He didn't even know he had a niece until Maya was admitted to the hospital. None of the doctors are really allowed to leave the hospital, instead just living in their offices. Only Dr. Cogsworth is allowed to go outside, because he is essentially an experiment on creating an artificial human. So, his creators want to see how he interacts with the outside world. Baxter is jealous of him. The only person he feels conflicted about dying is Maya, due to her both being related to him, as well as so young. So many things could happen in the Iolite Hospital that could hurt her, or worse...

ELIZABETH: She's a transgender woman, MTF. She's an Eyeless, much like Aluminum and many of the other doctors at the Iolite Hospital. She is very uh... off put by Baxter's nihilism. Not necessarily about the idea of nihilism, just by how enthusiastic and happy he is about his beliefs and obsession with death. She is also pretty conflicted by Baxter's feelings towards her, both from how off put she is by him, as well as the fact that her family isn't very accepting of relationships between land sharks and an Eyeless. Actually, they don't really accept relationships between any being with many animalistic features, such as tails, ears, and such, due to those animals existing separately (as in, normal sharks exist, too, alongside land sharks). So, despite the fact that land sharks are just like them with different physical features, many find them, alongside other animal-based beings, to be an odd choice to have a relationship with. Elizabeth never really denies his affection, and doesn't tell him to stop, either. She just finds it odd.

ALUMINUM: My baby boi. He's transgender, too! Specifically AFAB, agender, and he uses he/him they/them. He has allergic reactions to apples, cherries, and a few other fruits and veggies. This has caused him to just stop eating the majority of them, due to fear that it will make his esophagus more inflamed and narrow. So, his diet is mainly meat, bread, and dairy. He rarely eats nuts, due to them getting stuck in his throat. He is very particular about his meat, wanting it to be SOFT so it doesn't hurt. He needs to be able to turn it to mush with a fork. Dr. Cogsworth plans to try to convince him to go on a puree diet. Aluminum's favorite drink is strawberry milk, with his favorite food being cheesecake (but only the filling. He hates the crust). This has led to awkward moments where Aluminum will say "I love strawberry milk", then loudly slurp on his milk, with Derek standing right next to him, looking absolutely horrified, as Aluminum is confused as to why he looks so concerned. His room in the hospital is filled with plushies, sensory toys, a few baby bottles and his baby blanket from when he was a baby. That blanket is kind of a security item for him.

Derek: Strawberry cow boi. He is disturbed by the fact that people drink strawberry milk, but won't judge you for it. It is just odd to him as to why someone would WANT to drink the milk produced by his kind? He doesn't understand that, in the hospital, they don't go up to strawberry cows and milk them, and instead use powdered flavoring to make strawberry milk. Or that the carton milk isn't harvested from strawberry cows, either. Because he is so tall, when Aluminum is age regressing, he will just pick him up like a kid and carry him around. He also sleeps in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor, since he doesn't fit in the hospital beds, and it reminds him of the hay nests of his home.

Dr. Cogsworth: He can't eat. Which is ironic, because he works with the digestive system. He didn't get to choose to be a doctor, due to him being built to be one. Due to this, he has always lived in the hospital, finding that he is both physically relaxed when in it, but also a bit stir crazy. When he goes out to meet with Father Cosmos, or to get supplies, he often invites people to stay in the hospital. He is always confused when they say no. He doesn't entirely understand why his patients are upset, but can see the small signs that they are. He just... Cannot comprehend not wanting to be in the hospital, but wants to help the ones who don't leave.

^Here's a little bonus pic of Baxter being a loveable simping dork, taken from my phone's potato camera. Also, he calls Dr. Cogsworth Coggy just to annoy him.

#Tales from the Iolite Hospital #My OCs #my ocs are my babies #Info dump #oc info #my stories #story info

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babysizedfics · 5 years ago

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Headcanons Masterpost 2

constanty being updated - last edit 8 Nov 2020

Please do not reblog!

Bold headcanons are my personal faves!

Story stuff:

Trans/cis headcanons open to interpretation | Is Vee on anxiety meds?

Cute stuff:

Virgil

Roman

Doing his brothers makeup without makeup (plus bonus lipstick mwah) | acting proud when he's sad and everyones reactions (Plus some background on logan's relationship to him) | Acting like a cat | Dad forcing him to take a break | playing video games with virgil | being adorable without realising | Roman's middlespace | Middlespace roman babysitting

Logan

Patton

Janus

Remus

Hair | More hair | gappy teeth and squirting water

Remy

cool cousin remy and roman being a clingy puppy

Sock the Dog

Why she's called sock | Logan is a pushover with her | how she cheers up the family | loves car rides | Sock's stump

Multiple

#little/big concept masterpost #little/big concepts #little/big series

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thedefinitionofwarlock · 5 years ago

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‘Headcanons’ - Other Recurring Canon Characters

Dr. John Heimdall Watson

human

somewhere in his 30′s

typically considered average in appearance, though some think his moustache unattractive

soul-blade: Ossifer (shard of bone, barely larger than a toothpick)

was sent to the Battle of Maiwand in Afghanistan, where he ended up shot through the left shoulder; contracted ‘enteric fever’ from the filthy conditions of the hospital at Peshawar, lost a dangerous amount of weight; once he recovered he was discharged from the army

ended up back in London, nearly penniless and in desperate need of employment, proper nourishment, and a permanent place to live; his old school acquaintance Stamford introduced him to Warlock Holmes (or more like, pushed Watson onto Warlock so he could move out of 221B and be ‘freed’ from Warlock’s unusual company)

Watson agreed to move in, especially upon learning he would only have to pay one sovereign, once, for the entirety of his rent - as well as move in at exactly midnight and walk in backwards over the threshold

was given the far larger of the two bedrooms, while Warlock occupied the almost closet-sized other

he noticed several strange things occurring around Warlock but ignored them, until the latter received a ‘message’ from Moriarty’s entrapped soul and a letter from Inspector Grogsson both talking about a murder case; Watson tagged along and ended up being an immense help; since then, he’s gotten more and more involved in cases and dealing with the supernatural/magical world

Mrs. Hudson

human

in her 70′s

barely 4 feet tall, wears battered pink house slippers; was “a tough old spinster, as advanced in age as she was regressed in height and interpersonal skills”, with “the eyes of a weasel, the heart of a shrew, and a scowl to rival any of the grand inquisitors who had so troubled Spain in the 1400s”

would sometimes appear unannounced outside the door to their rooms, staring with supreme disapproval at whoever first opened it

was a very avid collector of French smut novels, which she attempted to conceal around the house

Warlock and Watson agreed to only rely on her for the washing of dirty dishes - though even these would sometimes be returned in pieces, as if broken out of spite

Inspector Vladislav Lestrade

vampire

true age unknown; appears to be in his mid-50′s

small, pale, and hunched, with beady eyes, a Romanian accent, and a wide maw of overlapping fangs (usually speaks in a tight-lipped fashion to hide his teeth)

often has a complaint for every occasion

holds ‘annihilist’ views - believes there should be nothing, would happily destroy all of creation (even himself) if given the power - yet still quietly values being considered a friend

an Inspector of the London police force, has risen to the position through his knowledge of blood and assistance from Warlock and Grogsson - though his success is resented among his Scotland Yard peers

Inspector Torg Grogsson

ogre

age unknown

stands at least 7, even 8 feet tall; difficult for suits to fit his thickly-muscled body; has coarse brown body hair and sandpapery stubble on his chin

often has his fists wrapped in cloth like a prizefighter’s, also wears a battered bowler hat (dented from repeatedly hitting his head against doorframes he walks through)

has an intense admiration for gentle and graceful people

speaks basic English

has a tasteful eye for interior decoration

often easily falls for women, especially if they’re pretty and kind-hearted

an Inspector of the London police force, rose to his position through his skill at intimidating criminals into confessing and assistance from Warlock and Lestrade - though his success is also resented among his Scotland Yard peers

Irene Adler

human

likely in her late 20′s/early 30′s

rather attractive; has piercing green eyes and quite short brown hair (to make it easier to wear wigs in her disguises)

‘adventuress’ and a vaunted contralto

grew up poor and orphaned, taken in by Moriarty in her youth, but has now gone her own way and has her own aims

current possessor of both the Heart and the Cruciator, after murdering Godfrey Norton

has become a sort of nemesis to Watson, as she sometimes foils his plans or is involved in cases

seeks “the answer to the human question ... How can we make ourselves happy? Fulfilled? How can we win this strange game we find ourselves thrust into?”

Professor James Moriarty

sorcerer

age unknown

used to appear as an austere, black-clad man with small dark eyes; current appearance changes, as his soul/concept possesses various people

soul-blade: Kullek (blade roughly the size of a butter knife)

mastermind of various criminal enterprises, often gives his agents magical artifacts to further facilitate such deeds

seeks a form of immortality - wants to exist at every point in history, in every dimension; can’t bear not to know a thing and doesn’t want to miss out on any of it, including dying in various ways; simply put, he wants omniscience

was Warlock’s ‘master’ back in the mid-1600s for a while; abandoned him after the fifth ley line was opened beneath Baskerville Hall in 1643; took him on to not only teach some control but to learn how to turn base metals into gold, abused and maltreated Warlock when the boy was repeatedly unable to properly explain the process

had his physical body killed by Warlock’s soul-blade some time later, cast down into a deep well; his soul/self-concept survived, though, and for a long time was entrapped within the threads of Warlock’s own soul

when the soulbinder Milverton died (murdered by Irene Adler), enough threads vanished for Moriarty’s ‘soul’ to escape and continue his nefarious work - largely by possessing various people/creatures

Mary Morstan

human

entirely average in appearance - height, build, face, with plain hair and drably colored/cut clothes

believes she is owed whatever she wants due to being an orphan, continues trying to use that fact to her advantage despite being a grown adult

worked as a governess for the Forresters until being soul-bound and unhappily married to Watson (due to Warlock’s interference, as he wanted to lessen Watson’s involvement with Moriarty and Irene Adler in particular, since Warlock could sense the doom encroaching upon his friend ever since meeting Adler)

thanks to her portion of the Agra treasure and marriage to a now-established doctor, she enjoyed a comfortably lavish lifestyle and took full advantage of that

was possessed by Moriarty at one point, who used her frequent social gatherings as a cover to coordinate with his agents; ended up being pulled into a deep chasm in a ‘magicless’ area of Switzerland

#headcanons

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cxttonteethviolence-a · 6 years ago

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Please Read || “Tali”

If you have been here for a while, then you know that Wyatt has been a Silent Hill O.C. for some years now. However, as the Silent Hill fandom has gradually died off of Tumblr, plus with my interest in creating an original work around Wyatt, I have changed several things from his story, to his personality, to the NPC’s of his life. I’ll have all of the updated information on Wyatt’s new page -- as I very slowly work on finishing it, but for now, I’ll make posts here to keep everyone updated on how Wyatt has changed.

tw: sexual assault || child abuse

Before:

As a Silent Hill O.C., Wyatt grew up as a relatively normal kid, short of some slight neglect and abuse from his step-father -- of which, he thinks is his birth father at this time, until he was 14 and met a young man 3 years older than him by name of Kyle. Rather gullible in his youth, Kyle gained Wyatt’s trust easily, and within a couple of months, Kyle was able to use Wyatt for blood ritual with him none the wiser. What Wyatt was unaware of was that Kyle was his half-brother, and more, part of a sect of The Order known as ‘The Disciples of our Holy Mother’ that had migrated to Texas two hundred years prior, and was attempting to use the blood of his unbaptized brother to bastardize the works of God for his own gain. This backfired, however, as the ritual instead summoned the first martyred Saint, St. Jennifer, to inhabit part of Wyatt’s soul and body, which lead to Wyatt experiencing a complete physical and violent bodily possession, resulting in the death of his father and crippling of his mother. For the rest of his life, Wyatt must share his body with the presence of St. Jennifer who, with the power of foresight, pyrokinesis, astral projection, and a direct link to God Herself, goes through periods of activity and regression, depending on Wyatt’s proximity to God’s power.

Now:

As an original muse, Wyatt’s treatment from his step-father is a little harsher than in his Silent Hill verse. Though the knowledge that Dean Maverick isn’t actually his father is not known to any of the Maverick children, it is clear that Wyatt is the black sheep of their father’s love.

The product of an affair, Wyatt is the blood son to Sheriff Mark Kibson, who is not only a sheriff, but also the leader to a centuries old religion that Dakota Maverick herself had once practiced, but had since rejected for her husband’s Christian worship. They had been childhood sweethearts, and with one too many cocktails, they found themselves in bed together, creating what would be the end for the both of them.

Unwittingly, Dakota Maverick had her pregnancy test done in the same office where other practitioners of her former religion worked, overheard her confessing who the real father was, and would actively work against her for their own benefit. Meant to be kept a secret, the biological father was instead contacted by a Dr. Vinny Belle, who wanted to make alliances. Dr. Vinny Belle, a lifelong practitioner of the Witchgod Faith, was expected to have a daughter in the next couple of months, and with the Kibson bloodline being direct lineage to that of the Cassandra Cavelier, one the Founding Sisters, Dr. Belle hoped that he could trade the foreknowledge of Sheriff Kibson’s future child in exchange for a blood bond between their children, should the child be born a boy.

Sheriff Kibson refused, choosing instead to keep the birth of this illegitimate child separate from the rest of his family. Months passed, and as soon as Wyatt was born, Dr. Belle ended up performing the bonding ritual anyways, promising the intertwining of their children to their Witchgod once they were both old enough. Dr. Belle and his wife had planned to keep their daughter around the same vicinity as Wyatt and his family, but before they could, Dakota was informed of this plan by a former friend from the Faith, and she put an end to it, threatening to tell the Sheriff everything if they ever came close to her son. With the Sheriff being a man to be feared, the threat worked.

Wyatt Maverick and Susan Belle never met each other, however, they both experienced what would be written off as an imaginary friend, seeing glimpses of each other as they grew up. Wyatt would call his imaginary friend “Tali”. He would see her playing with blocks, coloring, doing homework, brushing her teeth, crying, anything and everything, Wyatt would catch shadow mist glimpses of this young girl who always seemed to mirror his own age. It would often become a daily activity for his sisters, assuming this was just a years-long game of pretend, to ask him: “What’s Tali doing today?”, and he would tell them. As they grew older, they’d stop asking, and Wyatt would stop talking about her, but she never went away.

At 14, the visions of Tali stopped being friendly. Once simply a part of every day life, the appearance of Tali was now saved for his nightmares, often bringing with her a horrible sense of dread, terror, and the smell of burnt flesh. During the day, she would notice him, where they’d never crossed paths before. Too afraid to speak of this shift in his consciousness, Wyatt does not speak of it to anyone.

It’s not until Wyatt is 28 years old that Wyatt finds out the truth of “Tali”. At 14, “Tali” is Susan Belle, and her parents have just informed her that she is spiritually betrothed to Wyatt Kibson, but that no one is allowed to know the truth until the time is right. Having been raised in the Faith, Susan is excited for the marriage, and feels honored to have been chosen for a Son of Cassandra. She knows she can’t tell just anyone, but feels as though she can trust one of her best friends, who has also been raised in the faith. Unfortunately, this information gets back to the most dangerous of the Kibson line, Sheriff Kibson’s third son, Kyle Kibson, who takes vigilante action against the Belle family.

Kyle was unaware of his youngest sibling, and feeling betrayed by his father’s secrecy, took his anger out on Susan and Wyatt. By 17, Kyle had already committed multiple accounts of sexual assault, assault, theft, and trespassing, all deflecting legal action with the connections of his father. He did incur extreme levels of physical punishments for his actions by the hands of his father, but this only ever made him better at covering up his tracks.

With Susan, Kyle kidnapped the poor girl, drugging her and taking her to an old, abandoned gas station a few miles out from his family’s farm. There, he used her to practice ritual magic, torturing her with the original methods used by the founders of their Witchgod Faith. Though he did not kill Susan, Kyle did rape and torture the young girl before informing his father of the Belle family plan.

Infuriated by not only the deceit of his brethren of Faith, but also through the actions of his son, Sheriff Kibson took no mercy in his decision to immolate the entire Belle line. Susan’s death was quick and painless, opting to shoot her in the head, as she had done nothing wrong, but her parents would be taken to the Kibson Farm where they would be burnt alive and fed to the pigs for feed. Susan was buried an unmarked grave, and the disappearance of the Belle family was an open and shut case.

Kyle was beaten, arguably, within an inch of his life and forced through surgical castration, where it was then assumed that he would learn to stay in line and lose his violent urges. But once again, this only made him better at hiding them.

From ages 14 to 28, Wyatt sees Tali as a ghost-like figure; rotting, mangled, and always part of the shadows. She still always seems to mirror his age, and always manages to find her way to the corner of his eye. He is misdiagnosed as “paranoid schizophrenic”, and for the most part, does not question that validity. From 28-32, Wyatt learns the truth of Susan Bell, and his visions of her shift to what she would have looked like alive. He finally believes in her presence, and that belief strengthens the energy around her, giving conscious thought to what’s left of her. She helps him uncover and dismantle the truth of his family, aiding him in killing Kyle.

#headcanon;;#so this is suuuuuper long #but also super important if you care about wyatt's backstory and his switch from silent hill to original content #will there be similarities? of course there will be #i'm wring the content i want to consume #but i think it's different enough that it won't be an outright copycat #also i would just really really appreciate if anyone reads this #tali;;

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storm337 · 7 years ago

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Favorite Passage Written

Tagged by @dovahgriin

I tag @blitzindite @reverseblackholeofwords @huffle-dork @jurassicraptorcat @crystalninjaphoenix @iv0ry-keys @cryptvokeeper

A while back @septic-dr-schneep got a lot of asks for a kid AU. It was a really cute AU and I started writing a thing for it. Unfortunately, Patient got burnt out from the asks- there were just too many. Patient no longer accepts age regression asks. However, I’ve kept my writing project because I actually liked it. It was fun to write and it was fun to read over. I’ve gone back and worked on it a few times since and it’s hit 9 pages, 3,155 words that I’d divide into two chapters. It got a little bit out of hand. But I still love it, and I still want to continue it, even if I never post it or actually finish it. It’s one of the few pieces I have I’m genuinely proud of, something that I’m not just satisfied with but happy with.

Here are a few passages from that.

Bim let out a little squeak when Wilford pulled his gun out of the back of his pants, cocking it and slipping his finger over the trigger. Slowly, with long cautious steps that reminded Bim of the Jims trying to be sneaky, Wilford approached the coat. He nudged one of the arms with his shoe as if expecting the coat itself to jump up and grab him. When the Host’s trench coat continued being a normal, if not slightly more bloodstained than usual coat, Wilford turned his attention on the bump. Stepping directly over the coat, Wilford bent over and poked the lump with the tip of his pistol. It shuddered, and a tiny muffled noise came from the confines of the fabric.

“What is it?” Bim hissed, earning an annoyed hand flapping back in his vague direction and a comically loud shushing. Wilford slid the pistol tip under the nearest corner, steeling himself for the reveal. Bim moved his hands from his mouth over his eyes, daring a glance through his fingers as Wilford suddenly flipped the jacket over.

The first thing that Wilford recognized was the soft mop of black hair, disrupted only by a prominent and very familiar gold streak. Second were the tiny fists balled up in front of an equally small and plump face, smeared with blood and hiding dripping empty eye sockets. Lastly, Wilford saw the pink trembling lips and flinched back at the distinct sounds of a very upset toddler preparing to cry.

“Ho-” Wilford started but never finished.

The Host hiccuped suddenly, entire tiny body trembling furiously before he took a deep breath, chest expanding, and wailed.

Wilford’s gun fired and Bim screamed.

The tiny sniffles of the child drew Ed’s attention away from the adult egos. Somehow the toddler had gotten a portion of the trench coat flipped up, but wasn’t able to get further underneath it without the aid of his hands. Once again Ed found himself panicking at the sheer amount of blood visible, and the continued fresh streams pouring down the kid’s cheeks, despite his best attempt to staunch the flow with his little fists.

Okay, maybe the kid was a tiny version of the Host.

Maybe Wilford actually turned the Host into a child.

That… wasn’t the strangest thing that could have happened with Wilford involved, actually.

“Alright, c'mere squirt, let ol’ Eddy take a look at ya.”

The moment Ed’s fingers brushed ever so lightly against the Host’s body another piercing wail ripped itself from the child’s throat, loud and shrill enough to send all of the adult egos scrambling back. Despite his size, the Host proved to have a true set of lungs in him as he hiccuped, caught his breath momentarily, and then screamed bloody murder a third time.

Panicked, Ed quickly scrambled away, putting his hands firmly over his ears like the rest of the egos, with the exception of the Googles. He looked around pleadingly but got cringing and blank looks in return. The scream abruptly died, turning into a choked sob that teetered off into little gasps and full body shudders.

“I’d like to remind y’all that I work with babies, not kids.”

“Isn’t he a baby?” Wilford raises his eyebrow, waiting for the Host’s mouth to fully shut before cautiously taking his hands off of his ears.

“No, he’s a toddler, there’s a difference, ya moron.”

“What,” Dark hissed, teeth bared as he dragged his eyes across each of the gathered egos “have you done this time?”

A tiny whine drew Dark’s attention to the floor and to the Host, who had curled up on his side with one of the arms of his too big trench coat tossed over him, shivering violently at the onslaught of Dark’s wrath warped the world around him. The other egos watched as Dark’s angry expression fell away, replaced with stunned shock.

For the first time since the discontinuation of the Cyndago egos, Darkiplier was speechless.

Gradually the shadows melted away, swirling and rushing back to Dark, collecting and then disappearing at his feet. He reigned in his ringing aura, pulsing with soft worried blue and shrouded with hot aggressive red. Taking slow, measured steps, Dark approached the Host, carefully stopping at the very edge of the thoroughly soaked trench coat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his ally, his friend, clearly in deep distress and bleeding heavily.

#writing #my writing #meme #markiplier #age regression #the host #darkiplier #bim trimmer #bim #wilford #wilford warfstache #ed edgar #google #googleplier #I hope you like it Patient!

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