zeldathemes
Every beat of my hearts
For two centuries, he suffered, lost to the Time Lock, and it nearly destroyed him. He emerged from his prison a broken, vicious thing. He isn't healed, but he's found his life is not the ruin he expected.

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thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

19. Your character walking in on mine masturbating.

The blankets had been over him a moment ago, but he’d kicked them off impatiently as they restricted his movements. Cam’s hand was working himself frantically, with haste, the Master was in the shower and he wanted this over with before he got out..

anechooffour:

There was no hesitance, not this time. The Master pressed into the too warm touch of human hands, humming contentedly. he’d nearly forgotten what it was like for contact to feel good.

"I missed you," he whispered against Cam’s lips, something urgent and a tiny bit overwhelmed in his voice. He rolled his hips subtly forward, shuddering at the sensation.

He was going to answer but the skin-on-skin friction made him squeak and moan so that he had to gasp a breath before he could whisper back: “Missed ye more.” In a sudden stroke of (if he could say so himself) genius, he remembered what the Master liked, moving a hand to brush his fingers over the back of his neck gently.

It was definitely genius as far as the Master was concerned. It had been so long since he hadn’t hurt, longer since there’s been much in the way of pleasure in his life. The time lord couldn’t help the low moan that seeped past his lips in response.

"I’ll let you win," he teased between lingering, heated kisses that covered Cam’s lips and strayed along his jaw. he dragged the hand he’d slipped under Cam to cup his lover’s rear, playfully dragging him closer. "this time."

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly. ((*smacks the Master with a newspaper* I guess at least that's better than him being all grumpy and violent))


thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

[text] I think that can be arranged what sort of snavks I can make them in advance so we dknt have to leave the bedroom

anechooffour:

"do I appear less than alright?" It wasn’t an antagonistic question, just a curious one. he wasn’t sure what words to give the way he felt, like he was on the edge of something terrible, one little nudge away from tumbling off into oblivion. Even success felt like failure, and he couldn’t put his finger on why.

"I’m fine," he promised, even if he wasn’t fine at all. He sipped his tea and set it aside, pressing close enough to steal a kiss, hungry and eager to forget.

"I dunno, tha’s why I’m askin’," Cam said with a quiet shrug. "Ef ye say ye’re fine, tha’s guid.. ef ye’re not tha’s fine too, I mean, we can’t all be fine always." Aware that he was rambling, he shut up and put his tea aside as well so he could curl closer to his lover. "I love ye."

"and I, you," he was quick to reply, folding his arms around Cam. He couldn’t stop that awful, crawling feeling, but he could drown it out for a while. His lover made for a perfectly acceptable distraction, and if the Master kissed Cam rather insistently, dragging him close, it was in part to feel the beat of Cam’s heart through his shirt.

"I’ll be fine," he whispered against Cam’s lips, as much a reassurance to himself as his lover

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thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

19. Your character walking in on mine masturbating.

The blankets had been over him a moment ago, but he’d kicked them off impatiently as they restricted his movements. Cam’s hand was working himself frantically, with haste, the Master was in the shower and he wanted this over with before he got out..

anechooffour:

Cam arching up to meet him was really all the encouragement the Master needed. Balancing his weight, he freed a hand to slip beneath Cam’s back, fingers splayed at the small of his back. Instinct took over, his hips twitching at the promise of friction, his kisses just a touch more needy and wanting.

Cam’s hands in his hair were heavenly, and the time lord seemed to melt into every touch. His initial time lock induced skittishness faded slowly but surely nerves easing into affection and a rather obvious sort of longing instead.

He murmured wordless affection into their kiss, straining to get closer. It was so perfect to find that they still slotted together. Cam had been a bit afraid that too much ahd changed, but this felt natural, just like before - well, almost.

Campbell eventually let his hands stray from the Time Lord’s hair to his shoulders, down his sides to pull him closer. Perhaps he was a bit needy, but they’d been apart for so long-

There was no hesitance, not this time. The Master pressed into the too warm touch of human hands, humming contentedly. he’d nearly forgotten what it was like for contact to feel good.

"I missed you," he whispered against Cam’s lips, something urgent and a tiny bit overwhelmed in his voice. He rolled his hips subtly forward, shuddering at the sensation.

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly. ((*smacks the Master with a newspaper* I guess at least that's better than him being all grumpy and violent))


thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

[text] I think that can be arranged what sort of snavks I can make them in advance so we dknt have to leave the bedroom

anechooffour:

"honey." The Master smiled, leaning casually against Cam. He rarely made time for such niceties, but for now, he was perfectly content to forget about the universe in favor of his lover. in the moment, it was hard to imagine the heartless monster he was capable of being, not when he smiled fondly at Cam, calm and perfectly at ease.

He wouldn’t have thought it was important. It shouldn’t have been important. Cam was only human, after all. Only, Cam had clearly ruined him, because there he was, something tender tugging quietly at his hearts, and if he’d proposed this under the guise of something purely carnal, it was very much more than just physical pleasure he was after.

He poured in the honey, stirred the tea before handing it over. Only once the Master had his drink did Campbell pour his own - with copious amounts of sugar of course. Situations like these had a double edge to him. Cam enjoyed the tenderness scenes like this one allowed, but on the other hand it was a clear cut sign that the Master was feeling off. In the end, of course, he just did what he could to make it pleasant for the both of them.

"Arright?" he murmured. He didn’t want to emphasise the bad stuff, but he wanted to ask nonetheless.

"do I appear less than alright?" It wasn’t an antagonistic question, just a curious one. he wasn’t sure what words to give the way he felt, like he was on the edge of something terrible, one little nudge away from tumbling off into oblivion. Even success felt like failure, and he couldn’t put his finger on why.

"I’m fine," he promised, even if he wasn’t fine at all. He sipped his tea and set it aside, pressing close enough to steal a kiss, hungry and eager to forget.

thetruththatshouldbe:

anechooffour:

It was exactly the sort of corruption the Master would normally have been so proud of. He’d made something someone they never were on their own. Somehow, that particular success rang entirely hollow. This… none of this had been his intention at all. 

There was no taking it back now, of course. There was no explaining even. How could he possibly make Cam understand his intentions? They hadn’t been good, exactly, but he hadn’t meant this either, not truly. In a rare moment of genuine regret, the Master curled closer, protectively around his lover. There was nothing to say, but he kissed Cam’s shoulder through his shirt, his fingers smoothing comfortingly over the Scot’s hip and flank. 

For a few minutes, he tried to focus on just breathing, but he couldn’t shed the thoughts. “I’m sorry,” Cam murmured after a while, shifting closer to the Master for comfort and feeling very foul for doing so. “I’ll make et up tae ye, I promise..”

"Campbell. There’s nothing to…" The Master shook his head, shifting to squeeze his arm properly around Cam. 

"Cam," he tried again, nuzzling against his lover’s shoulder. "I am physically far superior. I was perfectly capable of getting out of the way. If I became somewhat of an outlet, it was because I allowed myself to be."

I am, in fact, a man who may turn heartless in an instant.
山本耀司 (via killheji)
[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly. ((*smacks the Master with a newspaper* I guess at least that's better than him being all grumpy and violent))


thetruththatshouldbe:

anechooffour:

thetruththatshouldbe:

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[text] I think that can be arranged what sort of snavks I can make them in advance so we dknt have to leave the bedroom

Campbell was happy to help, more than happy in fact. This was what he was good at, or at least better. He left the tray on the bedside table for now, toeing off his shoes to shift closer to his lover first. “Hey.” Quietly, he ran an affectionate hand through the Master’s hair. “Tea?”

The Master leaned utterly shamelessly into Cam’s touch, a smile creasing his lips. He was better in Cam’s company, more energetic at least. Yawning, he pushed himself upright, leaning in to catch Cam’s lips. “that sounds marvelous.”

He smiled back, melted into the kiss briefly until he pulled back to pour tea into a mug. “Sugar or honey?” Cam could have eye for detail, if the details seemed important enough. He freed one hand to smooth a thumb along the Master’s cheek, as if he was physically trying to erase that what had crept underneath his lover’s skin.

"honey." The Master smiled, leaning casually against Cam. He rarely made time for such niceties, but for now, he was perfectly content to forget about the universe in favor of his lover. in the moment, it was hard to imagine the heartless monster he was capable of being, not when he smiled fondly at Cam, calm and perfectly at ease.

He wouldn’t have thought it was important. It shouldn’t have been important. Cam was only human, after all. Only, Cam had clearly ruined him, because there he was, something tender tugging quietly at his hearts, and if he’d proposed this under the guise of something purely carnal, it was very much more than just physical pleasure he was after.

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly. ((*smacks the Master with a newspaper* I guess at least that's better than him being all grumpy and violent))


thetruththatshouldbe:

anechooffour:

thetruththatshouldbe:

[text] I think that can be arranged what sort of snavks I can make them in advance so we dknt have to leave the bedroom

thetruththatshouldbe:

[text] Ok gimme five

Cam cobbled together some sandwiches and grabbed most of the other snacks from the storage cupboard. He’d have baked cookies or something, but that took time, so this would have to do. At the last moment, he thought to fill a thermos with tea and bring two mugs as well before making his way to the bedroom.

It was testament to how worn ragged the Master really was that he was sprawled out on the bed by the time Cam came along. He’d shed his shirt, trousers still clinging to his hips, and he barely looked up when Cam opened the door, only murmuring a wordless greeting. He’d left space beside him though, a less than subtle invitation for Cam to join him there. 

Campbell was happy to help, more than happy in fact. This was what he was good at, or at least better. He left the tray on the bedside table for now, toeing off his shoes to shift closer to his lover first. “Hey.” Quietly, he ran an affectionate hand through the Master’s hair. “Tea?”

The Master leaned utterly shamelessly into Cam’s touch, a smile creasing his lips. He was better in Cam’s company, more energetic at least. Yawning, he pushed himself upright, leaning in to catch Cam’s lips. “that sounds marvelous.”

thetruththatshouldbe:

anechooffour:

The Master compensated for Cam’s hesitance, making things easier for him this one time. He toed off his dress shoes and shed his button down, leaving only the soft undershirt beneath. It was just a bit more comfortable, one less layer between them, and he slid under the blankets without complaint. 

The way Cam curled up, miles away despite their proximity, threatened to break his hearts. He loved Cam, truly, even if he was sometimes too mad to show it. When Cam didn’t close the distance, he did, Without hesitation, he spooned around Cam’s back, sliding an arm around to cradle his stomach. Like this, Cam needn’t see the damage he’d done. 

Although he didn’t want to, he tensed up when the Master shifted closer at first. Cam couldn’t fathom why the Master would want to touch him after what he’d done. He’d never been violent, what had happened to him? He was becoming this horrible person, he could tell, it was festering inside his bones and working him inside out.

Campbell tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, but it ended up like more of a sob as he curled up tighter. If only he could just sleep and forget about all this, disappear for just a while, but Cam kept replaying the scene in his head. It didn’t matter if he kept his eyes open or closed them, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t see the Master right now, he’d already seen what he’d done and it was just awful.

It was exactly the sort of corruption the Master would normally have been so proud of. He’d made something someone they never were on their own. Somehow, that particular success rang entirely hollow. This… none of this had been his intention at all. 

There was no taking it back now, of course. There was no explaining even. How could he possibly make Cam understand his intentions? They hadn’t been good, exactly, but he hadn’t meant this either, not truly. In a rare moment of genuine regret, the Master curled closer, protectively around his lover. There was nothing to say, but he kissed Cam’s shoulder through his shirt, his fingers smoothing comfortingly over the Scot’s hip and flank. 

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #valiant!au  
[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly. ((*smacks the Master with a newspaper* I guess at least that's better than him being all grumpy and violent))


thetruththatshouldbe:

anechooffour:

thetruththatshouldbe:

[text] I think that can be arranged what sort of snavks I can make them in advance so we dknt have to leave the bedroom

[Text] How considerate of you. 

[Text] Whatever you like. I trust you. You’re good at snacks.

[Text] Not cake. Preferably not things that require excessive amounts of work in general. 

[text] Ok gimme five

Cam cobbled together some sandwiches and grabbed most of the other snacks from the storage cupboard. He’d have baked cookies or something, but that took time, so this would have to do. At the last moment, he thought to fill a thermos with tea and bring two mugs as well before making his way to the bedroom.

It was testament to how worn ragged the Master really was that he was sprawled out on the bed by the time Cam came along. He’d shed his shirt, trousers still clinging to his hips, and he barely looked up when Cam opened the door, only murmuring a wordless greeting. He’d left space beside him though, a less than subtle invitation for Cam to join him there. 

  #Thetruththatshouldbe    #valiant!au  

30 Days of Doctor Who
Day twenty-nine: Who is your favorite Time Lord other than the Doctor? The Rani? The Master?
                ↳ The Master

It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity.
Merovingian (The Matrix Revolutions)

((Since I keep stalling out on replies, I think I’m going to do some writing for my fic blog. Probably nothing plot related, but something. I’d rather be interacting with people at least somewhat, so if you have any requests, now is probably a good time to prod me with them <3))

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dreki-k:

Take the pain Take the pleasure I’m the master of both Close your eyes, not your mind Let me into your soul [x]
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dreki-k:

Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I’m the master of both
Close your eyes, not your mind
Let me into your soul [x]

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[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly. ((*smacks the Master with a newspaper* I guess at least that's better than him being all grumpy and violent))


thetruththatshouldbe:

[text] I think that can be arranged what sort of snavks I can make them in advance so we dknt have to leave the bedroom

[Text] How considerate of you. 

[Text] Whatever you like. I trust you. You’re good at snacks.

[Text] Not cake. Preferably not things that require excessive amounts of work in general. 

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #valiant!au