#Thirteen x Dhawan!master

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✦ October 6th | Violence

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↳ ○ | Day day six! My first dance with Thoschei, got in my feels about it, was supposed to be pure smut, have some feels too. Smut so MDNI.

SUMMARY𓏧

↳ ○ a dangerous meeting, tension is high, and then it snaps, rough hits turn into rough sex, biting, clawing, primal, neither one is unscathed.

PAIRING𓏧

↳ ○ The Doctor (Thirteen) x The Master (Dhawan!master)

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↳ ○ some non-con vibes, but like not really, dunno how to explain. P in V penetration. Biting, hitting, creampie.

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↳ ○ 2500

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It had to be on common neutral ground, He had reached out and contacted her. She knew it was a trap; how couldn’t it have not been? He dealt in traps; it was his flirting. However, she wanted to believe desperately that a fraction of Missy’s progress still lived in him; she had to wish that this was that. A lonely planet, where there would be no one he could hurt, no destruction he could do that could harm her fam, who she had left on earth, she said she was 'just popping out, had to check on some things', because if Yaz knew, if any of them knew who she was going to go see, well, that just couldn’t happen. She had to make sure they were far enough away and safe.

The Tardis landed with a whirring groan; even she was nervous about this meeting. She slipped out of the Tardis, and immediately her eyes fell on him, sitting on a rock boredly waiting.

“Am I still mad? No, you only destroyed Gallifrey; you turned our people into Cybermen; no, not mad,” she said, her eyes narrowing at her eyes at him, pushing his hand away from her. He tried to step closer, ignoring her anger. He leaned forward and placed a kiss against the side of her mouth, which she didn’t respond to; this made him frown.

“It always baffles me how you can be late with a time machine, love,” he said calmly, his dark eyes trained on her lighter eyes. He moved, standing with grace as he moved towards her, his steps calculated and fluid as he moved to circle her. The Doctor shook her head and watched him.

“What do you want? What was so earth-shatteringly important that you had to beg me to show up, Master?” She said his name with spite, a sort of hiss that used it as an insult. There was a flash in his eyes, a real sting of hurt before he masked it with a mock pout and puppy dog eyes at her.

"Well, my dear, it is simple; I...missed you,” he offered, which pulled a disbelieving laugh from the shorter woman’s lips. “You don’t sound convinced; should I prove it to you?” he said, circling around her, his hand trailing against her shoulder blades, to which she turned, catching his arm. He chuckled and stepped closer to her. “You are still mad?” He leaned to whisper in her ear.

“So cold, here I am trying to make you feel better, make you forgive me, and you are all ice,” he chuckled darkly. “No matter, you’ll forgive me, you always do, your flaw, you chose to see the good in me when there is none, always trying to appeal to my better nature, when we both know I don’t have one.” He tilted his head, his fingers trailing her jawline. She pulled back, and his hand followed, holding her chin, slipping down to grab her throat. Even if he knew he couldn’t squeeze the life out of her that way, it was a position of power. "Ah-ah, my dear, where are you trying to run off to?” he said and let his hand squeeze harder. He leaned forward, his lips pressed against her jaw as he forced her head back. The Doctor growled out and suddenly sunk her teeth in his cheek, causing him to pull away quickly, startled by the action. Though she followed her teeth, sinking into the crook of his neck and biting him through the jacket of his suit, his hand went into her hair, pulling it roughly to get her to let go. When she didn't, he breathed out, grabbing her shoulder to push her hard. “You want to play like that, my dear?” he smirked. Blood dripped from his cheek where she had bit, and he could feel the sting against the crook of his neck. He moved to bring them down to the ground hard, keeping her pinned beneath him. He straddled her lap, keeping her legs down by pinning them between his; his hands grabbed at her wrists, forcing them back down, pressing down against her as she tried to arch to escape. “No, go on, Thete.” The name was a deep growl as he bit her back suddenly, his teeth buried into her shoulder roughly. The Doctor had paused for a moment at the use of her old nickname; the way he had growled it out reminded her of restless nights and desperate moments, things she shouldn’t be thinking about currently.

He gripped her almost desperately, like his life depended on this moment. She pushed against him, and a pained sound escaped her lips as he bit harder. Pulling up, she got her arm free quick enough to deliver a blow across his face, knocking him back to the floor. A flood of manic laughter escaped him as he licked the blood from his lip. He sat up watching her as she held her neck where he bit. “What is this, Master?” She snapped, trying to get answers, but she already knew what this was. Throughout their dance across the stars, they found themselves falling for lies, what would become broken promises because neither one really could let the other go. They were connected, bound by fate in a tragic way, a way that had damaged them both so deeply, yet here they were again, pulled together. The Doctor was angry; the Master had gone too far this time, yet there he was, sitting on the ground just a bit away from her, laughing like he hadn’t destroyed their home, like he hadn’t violated the Time Lords in such a disgusting way, looking at her with those hungry eyes. He pounced, pulling her against him.

“You know what this is; it’s what it has always been and what it will always be... Look at me,” he said as she tried to look away. His hand gripped her throat, forcing her chin up with his thumb. “Look at me, Thete,” he breathed out. “This is what we do.” She knew what he was doing by calling her. Thete, he was trying to appeal to her nostalgia—the desire for a time when they weren’t locked in a war neither one of them could win. She wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of acknowledging it; it was just another manipulation tactic. He frowned and pulled her face up towards his before he crashed his mouth against hers, not letting her struggle against him again. He tasted like blood, whiskey, and the breath of a cigar he was no doubt smoking before she arrived. His tongue explored her mouth, and she considered biting as hard as she could, but when she thought this, his hand tightened around her throat, pushing against her jaw some. He could break her neck if he wanted to.

He moved his knee between her legs, pushing against her some, they both knew they would give in, it was just who would give in first, he wanted, no needed it, to be her so he could keep onto the feeling of control. She was formidable and wouldn’t be so easy to shake. He broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down her throat, moving to push up her shirt. After pushing her suspenders down, he put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her up so he could push the offending clothing out of his way. She growled in a warning, her nails dug into his arm, he gave a hiss and suddenly sunk his teeth into the skin above her collarbone hard, if she wanted to hurt him, he could hurt her back. His hands moved, ripping at the bit of fabric in her bra; his mouth trailed with bites and kisses across her chest, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Feeling her beneath him, even if she hated him, felt like home, however broken it was now. She arched against him. How many times had they found themselves like this over their regenerations? Like moths to the flame, their dance was deadly and painful, a cycle of betrayal and toxicity, but it was theirs, and it was as close to in love as they were going to be. No, that wasn’t true; there was love, and that's why it hurt so badly every time they played this game, every time they stood against one another.

Her hands moved up to his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark locks, her nails scratching into his scalp as she pulled his head up from biting her, but his mouth covered hers again. She bit at his lower lip, and his tongue was in her mouth again. The familiarity of his taste confused her senses, and her hearts pounded. She knew she should run, leave, and go back to her companions, that this was just going to end the same way as it always did, and they would both be upset, though she would be the one that hurt him first, revenge for what he had done. She could be the first to leave this time and betray him with promises she subconsciously wanted to keep but knew she couldn’t. His hands moved down to undo his pants, pushing them down until they were past his ass, his hands immediately moving to get hers off. She lifted her hips to help him; he knew she wanted it as much as he did.

She moved with surprising strength and pushed him onto his back; her body followed, straddling his hips as she bit him again; she was angry; he knew any kiss he got was going to be him taking it from her; he moved his head as she bit his neck, so she had more room, leaving teeth marks and bruises signs of her love or hate; right now it didn’t matter which one it was, or even if there was a difference. The sound that escaped his lips when she sunk down on him suddenly was an uncharacteristic whine. His hands went to her hips, but she grabbed them, pinning them against his chest as she rocked against him. He knew what she was doing, taking away any control he had, but he was fine with that; he had her full attention, and that was what he wanted.

There were no sweet nothings, just grunts and groans as she moved, his hips rocking up to match her pace. When he tried to move his hands, she pressed them harder against his chest. “Thete,” he breathed out, his eyes closing as his back arched. He let out a frustrated growl.

“I’ll stop.” She warned. He opened his eyes and looked at her with a hurt puppy-dog look. “You get to do what I let you.” She said firmly, and he hissed out a low growl as she slowed down, her lips curled into a smirk, one he recognized. He relented, knowing she would make good on her threat; his eyes hungrily watched her writhe and ride him; his fingers interlocked with hers; she allowed it. She tilted her head back; there were no thoughts, just a primal need, so it seemed they weren’t above the need as they so proclaimed they were. Then again, nothing was normal with them; it had never been. They craved each other in ways that they would never admit, never fully say. Because neither of them wanted to give up their pride. He gasped out, feeling the tense feeling at the base of his spine.

“S-Slow down,” he mumbled in Gallifreyan; his brain couldn’t find the will to speak common Earth English; it was tedious, and he didn’t want to think about anything right now. He pulled her hands a bit, making her lean down, kissing her jaw, trying to get her to slow; he wanted to enjoy the moment after all, but she gave a rough roll of her hips. His fingers untangled with hers and trailed up her arms to her shoulders, one hand keeping her down against his chest. “Slow,” he repeated, drawing a growled-out breath from The Doctor. She obliged though, slowing; there was a light layer of sweat glistening on her skin from the movements. “There it is?” He breathed out, tilting his head back as he slowly moved; his fingers moved to where they were connected, his thumb rubbing small but firm circles against her clit.

The feeling kept building, and he groaned out. He could feel his muscles tighten more, his pleasure on the edge. He gripped her back tightly, “close.” He growled out against her ear, and she was close; he could feel it. With how her walls contracted and squeezed against his cock, he contemplated finishing in her. Though the complications that could bring about were not welcome right now, it could prove a fun plot for the future. No, he probably wouldn’t, but maybe. Her movements got faster before she yelled out, and her hand tightened against his chest as he felt her cum around him. Everything in him blanked for a moment at the delicious feeling that took him, and his body tensed more, thrusting as deeply as he could, holding her as her walls milked him; he couldn’t resist; he spilled into her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. Their pants slowed after several minutes, and after a few silent moments, The Doctor got up, much to The Master’s dismay. “W-Where are you going?” he asked before he could stop himself. There was a flash of vulnerability in his words. Usually, there were sweet nothings and pretty promises; he could pretend she was his, at least for a while.

“No.” he said sharply. “You don’t get to decide that, it won’t matter anyway, we are destined to do this dance for the rest of our existence, so why can’t we enjoy these moments?” He said closing the distance, but she shook her head quickly turning to walk towards her tardis. “What running away again Thete?” He yelled after her, “You were always so good at it!” he snarled.

“Koschei,” There it was; she had finally called him his name after all of his poking and prodding with her old name. He felt a sort of shiver up his back, but the way she said it didn’t make him feel good about it, not like how she would whisper it in need. With such passion, the cold way she said it made his lip raise in a slight snarl.

“We both got what we wanted, yeah? Release… No need for me to stick around, fall for your pretty words, and no need for you to speak them; I think its time. she paused.

“Time for what?” He growled out. If she thought she could just end their games just like that, she was mistaken.

“That we stop.” She said calmly, grabbing her jacket. He moved to scramble up to his feet, fixing his pants.

“It’s The Doctor,” She said coldly as she reached the door. “And there won’t be any more moments, Master.” She said firmly, slipping into the tardis quickly to make her leave, leaving him there screaming at her as she left, it wouldn’t be the last time, but this time The Doctor left first, and she hurt him in a way that was deeper than physical, a small revenge, but it was only going to be a matter of time before they were forced into this dance once more.

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[deeneedsaname]

This is Thirteen and Dhawan!Master

[tonsillessscum]

[spaceships-and-salty-air]

Doctor Who + Reductress Headlines (10/?)

I am not ready for the 60th! Have some reductress headlines I made to cope.

[thetimelcss]

tragic emotionally suppresed slow burn lesbians or tragic one night stand speedrun loner gays?

[lanawinterscigarettes]

I think one of my favorite doctor who ships by far (other than thoschei and all its variations) is the thirteenth doctor x any one of the doctors' previous female companions/lovers. I'm thinking in more of a romantic sense (for example her and river together would be such a power duo) but also the image of donna running around after the doctor because her younger brother is now her sister and she's just as chaotic as before if not more so is hilarious to me

[darklinaforever]

I mean...

This scene is everything.

[oreo102]

Fuck imposter syndrome ima write a thasmin fic where the master accidentally is the one to facilitate them getting together (he hates this) ((plz give me a real plot))

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine not liking the Doctor’s plan to work with Agent O...

“Oh! You’re here. Perfect!” You walked around the console, arms wrapped with multicoloured wires, and proceeded over to Ryan where you transferred the mess into his arms.  

“Uh, what’s all this then?” The young man asked with a frown. Yaz and Graham squinted at the odd behaviour and watched you grin with wide eyes. 

“I’ve finally created the Miniaturisation Materialiser out of some coat hangers and a car tyre in the basement.”

“We have a basement?” Ryan’s question fell on deaf ears as you led the trio to what looked like a toaster sitting on the console. The appliance was hooked up to several wires that ran along the TARDIS floor into Ryan’s arms before disappearing below the panels under their feet.

You grabbed two slices of toast from a little glove compartment and placed them in the toaster, pressing the small knob down. There was a small sizzle until the toaster sparked small white electricity for a second and the bell rang.

The toast popped up and Yaz, Ryan, and Graham leaned in to take a closer look. 

“They’ve shrunk to the size of a grape.” Yaz commented.

You nodded and spun around with excitement. “I know! Isn’t it great?” 

Ryan chuckled but Graham tilted his head.

“It’s wonderful Y/n, truly. But wouldn’t it make more sense to create something that makes food bigger?” 

You squinted curiously, pondering over the suggestion. You lifted the toaster and scanned its outer casing.

“Like an Enhanced Extrapolation Enlarger ... yes, I think we can manage this easily.” You reached back and opened your hand, palm facing up. “Graham, give me your shoe.”

“My what?”

“Y/n, I hope you’re powering that thing safely.” The Doctor parented as she entered her travelling vehicle. She often found that when she left you alone for a day, you had created something new.

Nodding, you lowered the device and took the wires back from Ryan. “Don’t get your sonic in a knot. I rerouted the comms through the swimming pool and the navigation systems are funnelling from the carousel. All temporary.”

“Huh.” The Doctor mused as she reached the satellite screen. “Maybe leave the carousel funnel, I’m getting some great readings. Points for innovation.”

You beamed with pride. Turning to your friends, you gestured for them to walk to an open panel by the stairs. 

“So, how was it? I thought you were going to be back later.”

“O found something on the aliens.” Yaz replied.

“O?” You wondered, dropping the wires into the floor. The TARDIS doors opened once more and a familiar face walked in. “Oh.” 

You shoulders slumped when the guest entered the TARDIS, his eyes filled with wonder and awe at the interior. Spotting you, O smiled as he made his way over to you and stuck out his hand.

You eyed the friendly expression and stared at the open handshake. Then you turned on your heel and called out to the woman behind the console. 

“Really?”

The Doctor’s head popped up quickly at the question, her furrowed brows quickly darting up when she realised what the issue was. 

“Y/n, play nice.”

“But-”

“We need all the help we can get.”

Laying down her expectations, the doctor disappeared once more. You exhaled loudly and looked back at O. One smile from him and you rolled your eyes before walking off in the opposite direction. 

Graham caught the tension flying from the pair and gently tapped O’s arm. “Why are they so mad at you?” 

O shook his head with a small smile. “You know, I don’t think they could quite figure me out.”

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[rationaldancer]

I have started to write a Thirteen/Master fic, so if you're into complicated (and pretty toxic) relationships of these two with a lot (a lot) of literary and scientific references, you could check it:

Observer effect 

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wife thoschei swap

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WHERE?!?

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[superwholockednico]

The 13Master tension is crazy. its like 10master all over again. they NEED each other omg.

Meeting at the fucking Eiffel tower?

This guy is fully trying to seduce the doctor like what is going on here:

And the way she talks like they're exes meeting up or something:

AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING IN EACH OTHERS SPACE LIKE THIS:

An eye for what?? HER???

[sleep-i-ness]

I Know (Dhawan!Master x Reader, Thirteen x Reader)

Part 6 of 'Shackled' Masterlist | Previous Part

Alone. Endlessly isolate, stuck in a silent solitude, imposed by a madman who knew the way loneliness saturated into weary bones. Silence held words too quiet to hold immediate weight, a slow enemy, but the years wore sores, whispers worming into the brain. The universe's discordancies had melded together, swirling, enrapturing in this new silence. Solitude would drive you mad, the only company your thoughts.

But you knew that. And he hated the power it had imbued you with.

The roar of his rage still rang in your ears. Alone. But not quite. That red pulsing fury had ebbed, seeping out of you and leaving you so numb. Simple, fickle, human emotions so empty, pale, meaningless in comparison.

Sickening.

It listened. It whispered in your mind, trying desperately to destroy the rebellious thoughts that welled up against its dam of control. The river had grown too strong, the words rushing up against it, overpowering.

He still couldn't leave you alone.

Obsessive, manic, desperate to return you to the dull, droopy peace that had settled into your bones. He couldn't control you anymore. Nothing worked. You'd been through it before. And now you understood.

He hated it.

Thinking of me? Still? How... pitiful.

Derisive, mocking, cruel. Almost laughable. You smothered a smirk, resting your head against the cool metal of the dingy cell.

He had lost.

I don't lose.

But despite the protests in your mind, you laughed. How could he ever expect to win now?

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