#Whittaker!Master x reader

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I do, Not.

Whittaker!Master x (fem)reader

Synopsis: The Master joins you as a plus one to your cousins wedding, unaware of how awful your family actually is.

Warnings: Body shaming, bad language, suggestive content, homophobia, bullying behaviour.

WC: 8.5k

Light glided up and down the pillar in the centre of the console, moving at a regular pace, an indicator that you were adrift in space. There was a steady rumble in the air, the ships engine on auto. The Doctor was rambling, you weren’t sure what about as you had zoned out many minutes prior. But he was exited. Maybe it was your next trip? Or a new planet? Perhaps he’d found an ancient artefact and wanted to dissect it. Either way, you hadn’t been paying any attention. Your eyes were fixated on the metallic floor, brain going at a thousand miles per hour.

“-don’t you both agree?” The Doctors voice slowly filtered back into your head. Blinking a few times, you looked up, trying not to make your confusion obvious.

“Oh yeah of course. That was the best option, right (y/n)?” The Master looked over at you from her seat by the console, her face unreadable.

“R-right. Yeah.” You said unconvincingly, playing with your fingers. She raised her brows, looking you up and down as if to scan you. You just averted your eyes.

“Good. Good. So, I’ll drop you back off at home, (y/n)? Or should I wait till after you’ve slept?” The Doctor asked, smiling at you warmly. Your heart sunk a little at the idea, time was not on your side at all.

“After I’ve slept. If that’s alright?”

“Of course it is. You go and rest okay?” He grinned, patting your shoulder affectionately. You gave him a tight lipped smile, turning and heading up the steps, to find your room. Thankfully, the tardis had moved it closer for you. Once inside, you sat yourself on the plush bed and put your head in your hands. With your anxiety through the roof, you let out a shallow breath and gripped the roots of your hair hard. You really didn’t want to go, didn’t want to force yourself to act a certain way, just to appease your family. If you thought too hard, you knew you’d get overly emotionally and tried to regulate your mind. It was one day. You could survive one day. Right? Out of nowhere, hands landed on your own, carefully pulling them away from your head.

“Are you trying to pull your hair out?” The Master sounded both concerned and amused, looking down at you. Not having heard her come in, you gaped at her for a moment. She ran her fingers through your hair, straightening it out. “What’s wrong?” Her question caught you even more off guard, forcing you to smile.

“Nothing.” She just looked at you with a straight face, clearly seeing past your lie.

“You’ve been out of it all week. You nearly got lost yesterday because you weren’t listening to us.” The Master started, taking a seat beside you. “And I know The Doctor loves to chat, but you always listen. You’re always engaged. You’re far too nice not to be. So what’s wrong?” Knowing you had been caught out, you stared down at your lap in defeat.

“It’s stupid.” You muttered, thinking that the Timelady would just laugh at your woes.

“That’s for me to decide.” She replied, golden eyes never leaving you. Slowly, you turned yourself to face her, sitting criss-cross and occupying yourself with a loose thread on your navy sheets.

“I have to go to my cousins wedding when I go home.” You begun, nail catching the thread right to pull it out.

“Right? So what’s the issue?” The Master pressed, observing your body language.

“We don’t get along. At all. It’s complicated.”

“I see. If you don’t get on, why are you going?”

“I’m in the bridal party. Her mum, my auntie, practically forced her to put me as a bridesmaid.” You explained, straightening your back and looking at the blonde once again. “She’s really difficult to deal with. And really old fashioned. She even tried to force me to wear a really ugly dress but I fought her on that.”

“Have you tried hitting her?” The Masters question made you giggle, shaking your head. “It might work.”

“Yeah I’ll keep that in mind.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Can’t you take someone with you?” The Master asked, trying to bring light to your situation. You just groaned, flopping back against your pillows.

“That’s the problem. I can bring a plus one, I just don’t have anyone.”

“Why not take your precious Doctor. You know he loves a wedding.” She grumbled pointedly.

“First of all, he’s not ‘my’ Doctor. Secondly, no. He’s far too boisterous, would cause more issues.” Your voice grew quiet, closing your eyes and being saddened by the situation. Raising from spot, The Master walked around the bed and sat on the free side. She leant closer to you, admiring your features silently.

“What about me?” You shot up, peering at her a bit baffled.

“What about you?”

“Well. I’ll go with you.” She said calmly, as if it was easy. As if it were a normal thing for a woman like her to do.

“You’d go? To a human wedding?”

“Why not?” She almost seemed offended, putting her hands behind her head.

“Humans?” You chortled, shocked at her laid back approach to it.

“I don’t care about them. I’d be going to keep you company.” The Master propped up the pillows behind her, sitting back comfortably. Preying that your cheeks were staying their natural colour, you glanced at her again.

“You’ll dress up?”

“Come now, you know I love to do that.” Okay, she had a point there.

“You’ll follow the time schedule?”

“Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.” The Master turned her head to look at you with a smile. Now you were blushing, swallowing hard.

“You’d have to go in alone, because I’m in the bridal party. So you’d have to get ready and find your seat without me.” You told her, settling down once again. She hummed and nod, lying on her side to face you.

“That’s fine.”

“Really? You’ll go with me?” You were unsure, thinking maybe she was just pulling your leg. The woman reached across, brushing your hair behind your shoulder.

“Of course I will.” She tapped your nose softly, earning a bashful smile from you in return. “So tell me, what’s the theme sweetheart?” Her hand caressed your cheek, your breath catching slightly. The Master had always been touchy with you, and it was no secret that you loved it. At home, you had always felt touch-starved, coming from a more private family. From people who kept themselves to themselves, and their emotions under lock and key.

“Hm? Winter wonderland.” You said, gazing up at her happily. “I think she’s having it in a country manor. From the pictures, everything was white and covered in fake snow.”

“Sounds tacky.” The Master muttered, thumb rolling over the apple of your cheek slowly. Your skin went warm beneath her touch.

“The inside looks nice, it’s really old. If you ignore the plastic winter creatures she’s going to put up.” You both laughed.

“Dress code?” She then asked, remembering what you said earlier.

“Obviously it’s evening wear. Suits, dresses, whatever you feel comfortable in.” You let yourself consider the woman next to you. “It’s winter colours. So reds? Maroon? Plum? You’d look pretty in plum…” you trailed off, thinking out loud. She smirked, noticing your mind slipping elsewhere. Gripping your chin between her finger and thumb, she brought your attention back to her.

“Oh? Would I now?” Her smug tone made you realise what you had just said, your eyes growing wider. “Are you flirting with me, love?” The Master chuckled, leaning inanely close to your face. Panicking slightly, you scooted away and got up off the bed. She looked at you bemused.

“N-no of course not.” You looked down at the carpet, scared of the disgust that would be sent your way if she thought you were. “I wouldn’t..don’t worry.” The Master just looked at you with pure confusion, sitting herself upright.

“You know it’s okay if you were right?” She reassured. You just nod, grabbing your nightwear and heading into the bathroom to change.

———

You had given The Master all the information she needed. Time. Date. Place. Everything she needed to know. You were half convinced she wouldn’t even show up, but held out hope regardless. Once The Doctor had dropped you home, you gathered everything you would need and called a cab.

The manor was indeed already decorated, fitted with fake holly along all of the windows. Pine trees lined the drive in, the ground covered with white stones. Lifting your duffle bag, you walked inside and up into the bridal suite. You knocked, a younger blonde woman letting you in. You recognised her to be your cousins long time friend.

“Oh there you are. Hurry up and get dressed.” Your cousin, Beth, hardly looked at you, motioning to a door at the back of the room. She was in the middle of having her long, mouse-brown hair curled. Doing as you were told, you stepped into the lavish bathroom, admiring the floral wallpaper. Carefully, you pulled out your dress and stepped into it. The deep red satin fit you perfectly, the zip easy to fasten. With off the shoulder sleeves, the front having a v-cut neckline. There were lace details lining the long dress, the satin material flowing down your body perfectly. Even with a slit up the left thigh, the dress was classy and sweet. After fastening your heels, you left the bathroom. Beth turned, jaw clenching as she saw you.

“Sit. You need your hair done.” Her voice was dry, the lady doing her makeup having to stop momentarily. Sitting yourself down, you chose a simple style and let the worker do your hair. Everyone was chatting, a clear excitement floating around the room. You didn’t know any of them, only your cousin who was ignoring your presence. Already, you felt so out of place, sitting in silence whilst your face was made up.

“You look really pretty.” The lady applying your lipstick spoke quietly, your eyes growing in surprise. You smiled at her,

“Thank you.” Your voice was low, but clearly showed your emotions. Beth stood, two friends helping her into the oversized gown she called a wedding dress. Another bridesmaid handed her a bouquet of bright red roses, a stark contrast to all the white, but matching her lips. You were handed a bunch of poinsettia, tied with white ribbon.

“Don’t slouch or anything, (y/n). I don’t need you ruining the aesthetic.” Beth drawled, allowing someone to clip her veil in. You said nothing, just watching her and waiting. You knew eventually it would start, the insults and jabs. “Then again, you’re looking a little peaky. Lost weight?” The girls all laughed, apart from the stylists that was. Your hands moved to cover your middle self consciously.

“Maybe?” You mumbled, trying not to show any effect. Beth giggled patronisingly, making her way over to you. She looked you up and down with disgust, sucking on her teeth slight.

“I’d say just sit still and look pretty, but you can’t even do that.” Again, her little tribe began to laugh, as you stood there with shame. From the corner of your eye, you could see the make up artist looking at you with pity. Just then, your auntie burst into the room, a big smile on her face as she rushed to her daughter. You could hear her saying how beautiful she looked and had an internal conflict. It wasn’t your aunts fault, she didn’t know how Beth acted towards you. Still, it annoyed you.

“Oh and (y/n) don’t you look nice. I’m happy you’re here.” Your aunt gave you a quick hug before checking a message on her phone. “Twenty minutes people. Shall we head down and wait in the lounge?” She ushered everyone down the stairs, through some double doors and into a well decorated room. There were three couches and two chairs, all black velvet. Taking one of the chairs, you pulled out your phone, seeing that The Doctor had been spamming you with wedding themed gifs. You just scoffed to yourself, scrolling through them. Then your phone pinged, The Master.

Master: though I don’t like this stupid human technology, I’m going to use it for your sake. How is everything this morning?

Even her texts were formal, you thought whilst quickly typing a reply.

Me: stressful but fine. Just waiting for the groom I think. Are you here?

Master: of course I am. Right at the back of the hall. There’s an old man next to me. I don’t like him.

Me: what why?

Master: he smells like an old shoe cupboard. I’m thinking of spraying him with my perfume.

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head as your thumbs moved across the keypad.

Me: let’s not. I’m sure you can cope for an hour.

Master: an hour?! No, I think I may have to douse him in the stuff.

Me: as funny as that would be, please don’t.

Master: very well. The things I do for you, right sweetheart?

Her message made your cheeks grow red, your lip catching between your teeth.

Me: I am your favourite, right?

After the previous night, the way she had responded to your accidental flirting, you decided to test the waters. Just to see if she’d play along or be put off by it.

Master: but of course my dear, why else would I surround myself with silly little humans.

Your smile grew embarrassingly large, watching the small bubbles on screen. Who knew The Master could be so charming?

Master: besides, you don’t smell.

Me: that’s good to know.

Master: why do the women here wear such odd hats?

Me: it’s British wedding attire, they’re called fascinators. I don’t get it either

Master: they’re bigger than them. And so brightly coloured. Why do they have such big feathers and round things on them?

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, a hand coming to cover your mouth.

Me: sounds like you’re having fun, judging everyone.

Master: well, you’re not here so how else can I entertain myself.

Me: you make me sound like a toy.

Master: not at all, sweetheart. I merely enjoy your company, is that such a crime?

Again, you were blushing, staring at the black text dumbly. How could she have such an impact on you, when she wasn’t even with you.

“Who you texting, (y/n)? Your boyfriend?” One girl jeered, the entourage cackling in unison. You peered over at them, your mood souring in a second.

“Don’t be silly, as if anyone would ever date that.” Beth taunted, earning more laughs from her minions. Hastily, you put your phone into your bag, sitting yourself straighter. Seeing the time, Beth made everyone stand heading towards the doors. Giving you one last glare, she muttered “don’t walk too fast, your scrawny legs might snap.” With a sickening smile, she stood by her father and linked his arm. He was always a silent man, he saw his daughter’s behaviour but never cared. You got in line, holding the flowers so tight you thought their stems might break. Alas, they did not and you followed the other bridesmaids down the aisle, classical music guiding everyone along. You stood in formation, listening to the exchange of vows doing your best to keep a smile plastered on your face. It seemed to go on for hours, their self-made vows boring you half to death. Eventually, they said ‘I do’ and sealed their marriage with a far too long kiss, walking back down the aisle hand in hand.

———

Your aunt and uncle stood with you, waiting by a set of white French doors, for the happy couple to come along. It was freezing outside, but you three were forced to endure the November wind. All the guests were inside the main hall, being shown to their seats and allowed to get drinks.

“Oh my love!” Your aunt sounded happy, hugging the newly weds. You said nothing, just following your family inside when they were announced. Beth was making a scene for herself, waving at the crowd as if she were a celebrity. Rolling your eyes, you checked the list for your table number. Of course, you were with your family, on the main round table in the centre of the room. You spotted that your ‘plus one’ assigned the seat next to you, thankfully. Beth passed you, her hip budging you harder than needed. You stumbled to the side, allowing the taller to gaze at her guest list, as if she needed to.

“Don’t rush, you won’t be missed.” She spat, walking off without a care. Even though you’d always been treated that way from her, it made your chest hurt. You were growing tired of it. A hand landed on your shoulder, making you turn on the spot. You instantly relaxed, seeing The Master. She was looking you over with worry, a scowl on her features.

“I’ve been looking for you, did she really make you wait? Just so she could make that lacklustre entrance?” She scoffed, shaking her head. However, you found yourself thoroughly distracted, her appearance shocking you. Her usually straight hair had a slight curl to it, done with precision. She wore a crimson suit, with wide-leg pants and blazer sleeves turned up twice. Her shirt, crisp and white, was fastened with a loose red tie. More to the point, her lips were tainted like a candy apple, tempting you cruelly. “Love?” She trailed her hand down your arm, brining you out of your trance.

“S-sorry, what?” You stuttered, blinking quickly. The Master smirked, stepping closer and letting her eyes wander over your figure.

“Wow, look at you.” She grinned not shy about admiring you. You averted your eyes, looking to the side to escape her vision.

“Beautiful.”

“Awful-“ you both spoke at the same time, coming to look at each other with surprise. The Master frowned, tilting her head a little.

“What?” She half laughed, looking you over once more. “Awful? How can you possibly think that? You look gorgeous.” Her manicured hand cupped your cheek, lips curling up. You blushed, leaning into her touch naturally.

“I don’t agree, but thank you.” You mumbled, causing the woman to raise her brows.

“Would I lie to you?” She asked.

“Well, no but-“

“Exactly, you look devine. And I’ll give hell to anyone who says otherwise. Okay sweetheart?” The Master finally made you smile, nodding your head shyly. “Let’s find our seats shall we, I’m parched.”

After finding your seats, The Master looked around the room with a judging gaze.

“Everyone’s so…chirpy.”

“I think you mean, happy?” You laughed, facing her properly. She just rolled her eyes, leaning back on the mahogany seat and resting her hand on the top of your chair. For a moment, The Master just looked at you, her eyes softer than normal.

“What? What is it?” You felt small, like an ant compared to her. She exuded confidence and poise, making even the toughest men tremble. It was one of the things that drew you to her, her almost protective aura.

“I’m just admiring you, love.” She murmured, moving to twirl the front strand of your hair. Your face felt hot suddenly. “I like your hair, and your make up, it looks good.” The Master continued, not helping your racing heart at all.

“A stylist did it.” Was all you could get out, unsure of how to react to her compliments.

“Well, they did an amazing job. It’s hard to make perfection more perfect.” Your hands came up, covering your face in an instant. How could she say something like that so casually? She chuckled, stroking the back of your head.

“You can’t just say that.” You whined, peeking out at her.

“What? The truth? Of course I can, in fact, it’s very easy.” The Master grinned, giving you a cheeky wink. You just laughed, hitting her arm playfully. “I’ll go and get us a drink, okay love?” You bobbed your head, watching her leave your side and head across the room. A witch-like laughter drew closer, almost making you wince. It was Beth, and her poor husband, taking their seats two down from you. Her voice was loud and obnoxious, like nails on a chalkboard. She was boasting about her big day, clinging to her partners arm as if he’d vanish. Though, you wouldn’t blame him if he did.

“Enjoying your afternoon alone?” Beth asked, leaning over to you with a false smile. Ignoring her, you looked back into the crowd for The Master. “It’s a shame you didn’t go with the dress I picked for you. It would have given you a figure.” She said, grimacing as she looked at you. Sighing, you faced her with a blank expression. Beth put her hands up in defence.

“Look, I’m just saying. You look like a twig. That dress would have given you hips.” She exasperated.

“It was poofy and ridiculous. Plus, it was bright, bright red. I would have looked stupid.” You huffed pointedly.

“You don’t need any help there.” Beth spoke under her breath, crossing her leg and leering at you. “I think you look stupid in that dress if I’m honest. Why wear low cut when you have no tits to show off?” She laughed, pointing at you as if you weren’t there. A lump formed in your throat, crossing your arms over your chest. “(Y/n) you look like a little boy. I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just facts. You should really gain weight if you ever want a boyfriend.” She chastised, her faux advice hitting you twice in the gut. Swallowing thickly, you dipped your head, gripping the fabric of your dress. “I’m assuming you came alone? Dumb question actually, of course you d-“ Beth paused, surprise taking over. Behind you, you felt the presence of someone sitting down.

“Here’s your drink.” The Master said, paying no mind to your cousin. It felt as though your lips were glued shut. The atmosphere was tense, the blonde beside you finally looking at Beth.

“Sorry, you are?”

“You can just call me, O.” The Master shook her hand firmly, the other scoffing a laugh.

“O? That’s a name?”

“Well obviously not, it’s a nickname. But it’s all you need to know.” Beth was taken aback by The Masters blunt attitude, but you didn’t care.

“Right. And how do you know (y/n)?”

“We worked together…” You answered, having already thought about it earlier. You’d known you had to be well prepared, couldn’t go around telling people she was an alien.

“Oh in your stupid little science job?” Beth sipped at her wine, the drink staining her top lip. You inhaled deeply, relived when Beth turned her attention to her friends. Blinking fast, you flinched when The Master placed a hand on your shoulder. Looking at her, you found her seemingly annoyed.

“Does she always talk to you like that?” She questioned, but you couldn’t respond. She hadn’t heard everything and you didn’t want to fuss over nothing. Your silence worried her. The Master brought you to face her, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“That’s a yes then. Ignore her, she looks like a pastry.” That comment made you laugh, picking up your fruity drink. Shuffling your chair closer, you gazed up at her sadly.

“You can distract me right?” Your voice was pouty, eyes glossed over. The Master felt her breath hitch, your innocent face doing things to her. She caressed your cheek lovingly.

“Of course, come here.” You didn’t need to be told twice, allowing her to wrap an arm around you and pull you back into her chest. With your back resting against her front, The Master let her arm hold around your waist, landing on your hip. Remembering your cousins words, you carefully moved her hand off of your hip-bone. The Master noticed immediately, looking down at you confused. Closing your eyes, you let out a breath and let your head fall back onto her shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re here, I don’t think I’d cope without you.” You mumbled, wetting your lips.

“You flatter me, love.” The Master sipped her short, “I’m not going anywhere don’t you worry.” She assured you, your eyes opening and looking right at her. You smiled shyly, not minding as her hand returned to its original spot. Drawing shapes on your hip, The Masters hazel eyes flickered down to your lips, just for a second before moving away.

“Will there be food?”

“Yeah look.” You reached forward, picking up a card from the middle of the table, then sitting back again. The Master took it from you, reading over the menu with a pleased hum.

“Sounds okay I suppose. I am quite peckish.” She spoke absentmindedly, eyes wandering around the room. Clearly, she was back to judging the guests again. It was funny to watch, the emotions on her face constantly changing. “Oh lord, that man is coming over.” Remembering her texts, you watched as an older gentleman waddled past and to the bride. You covered your mouth, tilting your head back and whispering.

“That’s her great uncle.” The Master made a small noise of recognition, her lips moving by your ear.

“That explains the smell.” You both laughed quietly, unaware of being watched.

———

After an hour of people mingling, everyone was made to sit and get ready for the food. The Master unfolded your cloth napkin, placing it over your lap neatly.

“How chivalrous.” You giggled, watching her do her own.

“I do try, love.” She may have been joking, but you had butterflies in your stomach regardless. Appetisers were placed in front of you, a trio of dips with different crudité and breads for dunking. Along side this was a small bowl of soup. It was a vibrant orange colour. Picking up your spoon, you tried some, soon pulling a face of disgust.

“Not to your taste?” The Master chortled, eating hers normally.

“I hate lentils.” You told her, moving the bowl aside and dipping the cucumber into some hummus. It was a light start to the meal, not that you minded. Thankfully, your auntie was talking to you now, telling you all about her life in retirement. You hardly noticed everything get cleared and the fresh cutlery get put down. The waiters went around putting the mains out, a seasonal roast. Who doesn’t love that? There were roasted rainbow carrots, large sprouts and parsnips. Along with the stuffing and crispy potato’s, there were two cuts of meat to choose from. After asking you, The Master put some on your plate before her own then sat back.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” She turned to you with a hint of amusement.

“Like what?”

“All soppy, every time I do something for you.” Her gaze softened as she looked at you, a genuine smile on her lips.

“Because I appreciate it.” You said simply, eating a small bite of your food. She beamed, giving your hand a small squeeze before turning to her own meal. The room was fairly quiet as people ate, apart from Beth of course. She was still going on with herself. Even her man looked tired of the constant word vomit. When finished, The Master leant over, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke.

“What happens now?” You shivered at the close proximity.

“Well i think they’re going to do speeches before dessert. Then I assume there will be dancing?” She nod at you, sitting back again. The plates were cleaned hastily, the room picking up again.

“So, O, how long have you known (y/n)?” Your aunt smiled at the blonde, but there was a sour feeling behind it.

“Over a year, we work together.” The Master lied, repeating what you had said earlier.

“Oh that’s lovely, we were just talking about their childhood.” She practically disregarded her, hands clasping together. You pressed your lips into a fine line, not having the best memories of your youth. “When they were little, they used to fight all the time. It was adorable.” Your auntie laughed, reminiscing happily. Beth looked over at you, smiling fakly. They were less than joyous memories, every family event was hell on earth. “They’ve always just been so different. Has (y/n) told you that Beth was a Pageant queen in London?” Your aunt gloated. The Master glanced at you before shaking her head. You rubbed at your face tiredly.

“She certainly hadn’t.”

“Oh yes! She won three years in a row. Oh I was so proud.” Beth grinned at her mother’s praise, still held up on her beauty queen title. “What was it you won, (y/n)? Best young uh…uhm…”

“It was just a junior writers competition.” You said quietly, head bowed in embarrassment. Beth snorted out a laugh, your chest tightening in shame.

“Oh yes that was it! You got your story published.”

“You did? That’s amazing.” The Master wrapped an arm around your shoulders, trying to bring you some comfort. You just scoffed.

“No it’s not.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper.

“She had one of those emo phases too. Oh they looked so silly next to each other. My Beth was in pink and (y/n) was all in black.” Both your Aunt and Beth were laughing, as you shrunk in on yourself.

“And remember when you had purple hair?” Beth jabbed, giggling into her hand. The Master kept her attention on you, rubbing your arm tenderly. Just when you thought that maybe she’d finished, Beth let out an excitable gasp. “You know what was the funniest phase you had?” You looked at her confused, unsure of where she was going with it. “That time you said you liked girls!” She cackled and you felt your heart drop. Your lips parted, mouth going dry instantly. “Don’t you remember mum?” Beth asked.

“Of course I do, that was a wild day. But she was just confused. Weren’t you dear? We don’t want to scare off your colleague.” Your aunt smiled at you, but you could see the unease in her eyes. Swallowing thickly, you nod slowly.

“I’m glad you’re not one of those at least. Disgusting.” Beth shivered as if repulsed, picking up her wine glass again.

“Yeah, thank god.” Your eyes started to sting with unshed tears, so you stood carefully and excused yourself. The master watched you make your exit, head shooting around to your cousin. She would have shot them, but knew you wouldn’t approve.

Icy winter air hit you as you stepped outside. You leant against the jagged brick wall, head falling back on it as you stared up at the darkening sky. Even though you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. Everything was ruined now, she knew your dirty little secret. A part of you that you hid from everyone, including yourself. Sliding down the wall, you balled up your fists, hitting your head a few times as your breathing increased in pace. You should never have come. You could hear the door opening, heels clicking as they came closer. Something pressed to your side but you didn’t look, not even when a hand came to land on your knee.

“(Y/n)..?” The Master spoke gently, as if worried she’d scare you. Not responding, she thumbed your cold skin softly, letting you have a moment. Brining your head forward, you inhaled weakly.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, wiping under your eyes harshly.

“Look at me, (y/n).” The Master ordered with an authoritative timbre. Nervously, you looked up at the blonde with watery eyes. She frowned, tilting your chin towards her and letting out a breath.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because you’re going to think I’m disgusting.” You stuttered, sniffling and avoiding her intense, hazel eyes.

“What? What are you talking about?” She sounded puzzled, stroking your hair gingerly.

“Because of what she said-“

“Your cousin?” You nod at her, more tears seeping out the corner of your eyes. Seeing the distress you were in, The Master didn’t say another word. Instead, she pulled you into her warm embrace, arms encasing you protectively. You buried your face into the crook of her neck, deciding to worry about the repercussions later.

“Darling you have nothing to be sorry for.” She said sternly, running her fingers through your hair. “I know you said you didn’t get along. But you should told me how bad it was.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was being dramatic.” You admitted, nuzzling closer to her.

“Dramatic? They’re narcissistic, homophobic, pretentious assholes.” The Master spat, nails scratching against your scalp nicely. You gazed up at her.

“You don’t care?”

“About what?” She asked bemused, wiping your cheeks dry with faint movements.

“That I..like girls…” you struggled to get the words out, having an internal battle with yourself. The Master chuckled, holding your cheek tenderly.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been flirting with you for the past eighteen months. If anything, I’m happy.” Heat rose on your face, eyes widening.

“You have?” Your surprise made the woman laugh harder.

“Oh you’re cute. This is why you’re my favourite.” She simpered, twirling your hair. “Of course I have. And I’ve enjoyed every second of making you all red and flustered. It’s my favourite hobby.” Your heart was racing again, unable to take your eyes off of her. With a hum, she helped you to your feet, brushing off your dress.

“Thank you.” You smiled, making sure there was no dirt on your behind. You could still hear the party, a glass being clinked for attention. “They must be doing the speeches.” You commented, looking down and scuffing your heel against the stones. The dress slipped from your thigh, the slit leaving your leg out in the elements.

“I’m assuming we won’t miss much?”

“No. Just a bunch of ‘me me me’ coming from the bride and everyone boosting her ego.” You said, lip jutting out. The Master, ever confident, leant in close, her breath fanning your face.

“You taunt me, (y/n).” She spoke lowly, causing you to gulp.

“I do?” You asked, trying desperately not to look at her lips.

“You know you do. With your big, sad eyes and pouty lips.” Her thumb ran just under your bottom lip, causing them to part on instinct. “And this dress, leaving very little to the imagination.” Using her pointer finger, she traced the dip in the neckline. Goosebumps rose under her touch, your lip tucking between your teeth. She looked into your eyes smirking, her other hand slipping down your body to hold your hip.

“Tell me what else she’s said tonight.” The Master almost demanded, “because I know there’s more that you haven’t told me.”

“Promise me you won’t kill her?” You gave her your best puppy eyes, earning a reluctant nod. So, with a deep breath, you told her every insult that had been sent your way that day. With everything you said, you saw her temper rising, her hand tightened on your hip.

Her jaw was clenched,nostrils flaring slightly.

“Are you serious?” She spoke through gritted teeth, eyeing the door like a target.

“It’s fine-“

“It not fine, (y/n). She’s your family! It’s verbal abuse!” The Master was enraged, hand slipping into her pocket. “I don’t care, I’m going to turn her into a tiny doll, and stand on her until she’s just plastic dus-“ Thinking on the spot, your latched onto The Masters tie, yanking her forward and crashing your lips together. Dropping her TCE back into her blazer, she kissed back with fervour, holding your waist tightly. You wound your arms around her neck, drawing back a little.

“It’s fine. After tonight I’m not going to contact them for as long as possible.” You mumbled, happy that your spur of the moment decision had worked. The Master rested her forehead against your own, holding your cheek feebly. Loud clapping came from inside but you both paid no mind, occupied with each other.

“I hope you don’t mind me kissing you, just to take your mind off of killing people.” You said quickly, just in case you’d read the situation wrong, and she was only flirting with you for her own entertainment.

“Hm, I didn’t mind at all.” She said lowly, eyes dropping not so subtly. “But maybe I need you to distract me some more?” The Master suggested, voice dropping an octave. You smiled brightly, pressing your lips to hers once again. Her lips moved against yours flawlessly, hand snaking down your thigh and squeezing your soft flesh. Your hand found her nape, pulling her against your body, so she had you pinned to the wall. The Master almost growled, nipping on your bottom lip till they parted, your tongues pressing together. You moaned into the kiss, a hand sliding into her blazer and holding onto her waist. Your mind became hazy, consumed only by her. The Master revelled in the sounds you made, proud knowing it was because of her. You didn’t want it to end, chasing her lips as she pulled away. Pecking your lips a couple more times, The Master looked down at you simpering.

“I say, we go back in there hand in hand, get some cake. Have a dance, who cares about your stupid family? Then we leave and get you the hell away from them.” Liking her idea, you nod gleefully and placed your fingers together. “And if she says anything, I can’t promise I’ll be nice.” The Master told you straight, but you just leant up and kissed her cheek.

“I don’t care.”

———

Thankfully, the speeches were finished when you walked back into the room. On the stage, Beth was cutting the cake, cheering at a pitch far too high. The Master made sure your chairs were touching before sitting down, keeping an arm around your waist.

“I hope it’s chocolate.” You said absentmindedly, noticing people getting their dessert.

“If not, I’ll get you some later.” The Master was quick to say, making you smile.

“You’re so attentive.”

“Have you only just noticed?” She feigned offence, you just laughing and shook your head. Beth returned to the table, giving a slice to her mother and father. A waiter came around for the rest of the guests, making sure everyone got a piece. It was a pretty slice of cake, with white icing and red berries on the top. You were overjoyed to find it was a Black Forest cake. Excited, you tried some of the icing and felt your eyes light up.

“Be careful (y/n). Your emaciated body might shrivel up from all that sugar.” Beth said in a baby voice, pulling an overly cutesy face to add insult to injury. Clicking her tongue, The Master picked up her spoon.

“Jealousy is a nasty disease, Beth. I hope you get better soon.” Her false sympathy almost made you laugh, but you held it together. She sat there shocked, brows knitting together.

“As if I’d be jealous of that. I dont want to look like a boy!”

“And yet.” She begun, casting her eyes over to your cousin. “She’s more feminine than you’ll ever be. Especially with that attitude.” The Master ate some of her cake, tapping the spoon against her lips.

“Excuse me! You’re at my wedding!” Beth screeched, a few people looking over but not really noticing much amiss.

“Hm, you must be so sad that you got outdone on your special day.” The Master taunted, lip turning up as she could see red flashing up on the bride. Beth slammed her fist on the table, a few of the drinks sloshing over.

“I did not get outdone by that bony little skank!” You stopped mid bite, turning to her clearly hurt. Feeling you tense up, The Masters eyes went cold.

“Say that again.” She seethed, looking at the brunette with pure malice. “I dare you.” Beth shrunk back under her icy gaze, jaw trembling slightly as she went back to her own cake. Frowning, you turned your back to your supposed family.

“I can’t wait till we leave.” You murmured, checking the time on your phone. “But I wanna dance with you first.” The idea brought a smile back to your face, digging back into your food. The Master chuckled, watching as your lips wrapped around the spoon almost criminally.

“Yeah…” Her voice trailed off. You looked up at her and she almost groaned but swallowed it down.

“You’re going to kill me sweetheart.”

“I thought that was your job?” You giggled, pushing the now empty bowl away. Giving you a simple smile, The Master got distract by your aunt who had just sat down.

“You two missed the speeches! It’s a shame. They were lovely.” Clearly, she was slightly intoxicated now.

“I’m sure they were.” The master was hardly audible.

“You two are sat really close. Almost on top of each other?” Ignoring the drunk woman, you suddenly remembered something and let out a small gasp. Moving her fingers along your side, The Master looked down at you.

“Is everything alright?”

“I forgot, I kinda have a room here tonight. You know because I’m in the bridal party?” You explained. Blinking at you, she hummed in thought.

“Do you have to stay?”

“Well I suppose not, but it’s a lovely building and it would be a shame not to.” Glimpsing at her, you smiled and rested your head on her shoulder. “You’re my ‘plus one’ remember. Meaning it’s your room too.” That made the timelady grin, brushing your hair back tenderly.

“Then I guess that’s not so bad, but I wasn’t aware of this. I don’t have anything with me?” Pressing your cheek to her blazer, you shrugged with a vivacious smile.

“We can share don’t worry.”

“Oh? Aren’t you sweet.” The Master chuckled, stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. To your right, a noise of distaste could be heard very clearly.

“What are you doing?” Beth asked as if you had broken some sort of law. The Master looked at her, the girl moving back a bit.

“Talking?”

“Not that! That!” Beth waved her hands frantically, motioning to how The Master was holding you. There was a gaping pit in the bottom of your stomach, knowing it could only end badly.

“It’s called physical contact and affection. I know you must not get any, judging by the state of your husband.” The Master nod to the man by the bar, swaying from side to side. Beth looked too, cheeks puffing out sheepishly.

“Of course I do!”

“You seem very insecure about it.” The Master commented, bringing your head to rest on her again. It was as if she could sense your unease.

“I get all the affection I need, from my husband! My man! You two are just being weird!” Beth shrieked. To anyone else, it would seem like you were committing murder. Her over the top reactions were making people talk.

“May-haps you tell us why?” The Master was clearly bored.

“Because you’re both girls! Look at yourselves!” And you did, you both looked at each other with confusion. However, The Master simpered, allowing you to adjust and lean back against her chest. You stared at your cousin emotionlessly, letting out a breath as The Master put her hand on your bare thigh.

“Right?”

“Your point?” You both said at the same time, only causing more agitation from the bridezilla.

“It’s not natural! Not normal!” Beth preached.

“The only thing unnatural around here is you.” The Master shot back. “You should really get a refund from all those doctors.” You covered your mouth quickly, holding your laughter. Beth sat there with her mouth agape, staring dumbly. The Master just smirked, leaning down and pressing her lips to the side of your head. Your aunt, who had been watching the whole time, put her Prosecco down sloppily.

“You just kissed her.” She slurred, eyes narrowing in your direction. The Master just scoffed.

“That, was not a kiss.” She said, cupping your cheek and making you face her. You blushed as her lips met yours, kissing back shyly. The kiss was longer than necessary, not that you were complaining, but you felt the discomfort around you. When she pulled back, The Master smiled and looked at your aunt smugly.

“That was a kiss.” She bragged, standing and pulling you with her. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. We’re going to dance.”

“Together?” Your aunt still questioned somehow.

“Are you mentally slow?” The Master spat, sliding her hand back around your waist. They just stared. Rolling her eyes, the blonde clicked her tongue in anger.

“Yeah, exactly. You’re old and loveless, stuck with a husband who won’t even speak to you, and a daughter you live through vicariously. And even that disappoints you.” The Master was toying with fire, throwing everything back at your aunt, the same way you’d always been treated. “Don’t look at us, like we’re the ones doing something wrong. As if you haven’t been using her as your personal punching bag. I’d count yourselves lucky that she even came, that she’s even staying. And, after tonight, don’t bet on ever seeing her again.” She spat, taking you away from them and onto the dance floor.

———

The room was as luxurious as expected, neat and pristine. There was a large king-sized bed in the middle, with fresh white, linen sheets and a dark throw folded neatly at the bottom. With two mahogany tables on either side, one had a copper lamp, the other a bowl of mints and a phone for reception. On the left wall, there was a large window, with cream drapes and wooden shutters. On the right, a wardrobe and dressing table, matching to the rest of the maroon wood-work. Opposite the bed there was a large tv hung on the wall, a door next to it which lead to a bathroom. Your bags had been taken there, courtesy of the hotel staff.

“This is nice, you were right.” The Master nod, walking around and looking at the paintings dotted about. Crouching by your bag, you pulled out your pyjamas, plus a spare vest then walked over to her.

“Here, you can wear these.” You handed her the black plaid, loose pyjama pants along with a grey vest. She took them gratefully.

“Thanks love. Mind if I take the bathroom?” Once you had shook your head, she gave your nose an affectionate tap before going. After slipping out of your dress, you unclasped your bra, tossing both into the bag without care. Buttoning up the matching plaid shirt, you put on some cosy socks then perched on the end of the bed. It took a few minutes, but you took your hair out of its style and brushed out all the knots until it was smooth again. Taking the remote, you flicked through the limited options on the tv.

“Anything decent?” The Master asked, reappearing from the bathroom.

“Shrek?” You said, not recognising anything else on the list. Clearly, it was the only big production movie they had bought the rights to stream. Looking up, your face grew warm at what you saw. It was a rare sight, seeing The Master in pyjamas, but it was one you found yourself liking. The grey vest was tight, making your eyes fixate on less than savoury areas. Walking to stand in front of you, she tilted your chin up so your eyes met.

“Put whatever you like on, I know noise helps you relax.” The Master smiled, stroking your cheek before stepping away and going to the left side of the bed. Clicking play, you looked back at her, watching as she sat herself against the pillows. “Well, are you going to join me?” She tilted her head, reaching an arm out for you. Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over to her and lay snug to her side. The Master chuckled, brushing her fingers through your hair. You couldn’t help but stare up at the woman, doe eyes flittering between her eyes and her lips.

“Do you want something, love?” She asked rhetorically, nails scratching at your nape. Getting shy, you shook your head and rolled over. Again, she laughed at your behaviour, shuffling down and pressing herself against your back. Tentatively, her hand slid up your hip and under the matching shirt.

“Don’t turn away from me, I enjoy seeing your pretty face. Especially when you’re blushing.” She spoke confidently, fingers gliding along the skin of your stomach. You bit your lip timidly, gazing back at her. There was a blistering smile on her face, tugging you to lay on your back before her hand slipping out, landing on your front. “That’s better.” The Master muttered, leaning down and giving you a chaste kiss. A whine slipped past your lips.

“That wasn’t a kiss.” You almost pouted, hardly noticing when she began to play with the buttons on your shirt.

“Oh, that wasn’t enough for you?” She inquired playfully, to which you shook your head fiercely. Unable to resist, The Master captured your lips in a deeper kiss, your hands finding purchase on her shoulders. Your lips moved in conjunction perfectly, the movie being drowned out in the background. She popped the bottom three buttons open, hand slithering back under the fabric. You gasped as her hand got higher, allowing The Blonde to escalate the kiss. A moan escaped as your tongues met, your fingers threading through her hair and tugging at it almost desperately. Somehow, she pulled back, trailing kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck. Your head fell back as she nipped at the skin, leaving red marks in their wake.

“Such a tease.” She breathed, sinking her teeth into the sensitive area and leaving a dark bruise. Hissing in both pain and pleasure, you keened into her touch.

“Cute.” The Master smiled, looking down at you, proud of the state she had left you in. Carefully, she moved the both of you under the covers. Hooking her hands under your arms, she pulled you up onto the her chest and wrapped you in her warm embrace. You relaxed instantaneously, pressing your nose into the crook of her neck.

“Promise me you won’t kill Beth in the middle of the night?” You mumbled tiredly, hugging her waist comfortably. The Master huffed, drawing shapes onto your back.

“Fine. But only because I can’t bear the thought of leaving you.” Her response made you smile fondly, eyes closing feeling more content now. Falling silent, your mind started to drift off as you listened to the TV. Lowering the volume, The Master left it playing as you slept, making sure the duvet was shielding you from the cold. Having you sleep in her arms was a feeling she could definitely enjoy every night. With you, maybe she could even find the safety to fall asleep herself.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Doctor Who masterlist~

Dark content ahead. Read at your own risk

Tenth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn reader scenario: he helps you celebrate your birthday

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn teen reader scenario: you ask to be taken back to earth after a few too many adventures (platonic)

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn teen reader scenario: you discover he's purposely keeping you from leaving (platonic)

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Eleventh Doctor

Yandere/dark! Eleventh Doctor x gn reader scenario: he scares you into a fit of hysteria by yelling at you

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Twelfth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Twelfth Doctor x gn reader scenario: he visits you in the vault

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Thirteenth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Thirteenth Doctor x gn reader scenario: she force-feeds you when you refuse to eat

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Martha Jones

Martha Jones x yandere/dark! Timelord! gn reader

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Missy/Gomez! Master

Yandere/dark! Missy/Gomez! Master x gn/afab reader scenario: she fingers you while you're trying to sleep

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Whittaker! Master

Yandere/dark! Whittaker! Master x gn reader scenario: you get caught trying to escape

Yandere/dark! Whittaker! Master x gn reader scenario: after trying to escape, you're forced to make it up to her to avoid punishment

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[agent-barnes40]

Her Human

Whittaker!Master x Reader (Romantic)

My brain is on a fanfic roll.

Warnings: Suggestive (Morning after), mention of naked bodies (No gender mentioned aside from The Master's body), mentions of sex

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The Master looked over at you, all curled up in her sheets, your arm was stretched out over her side of the bed. She had gotten a glimpse of herself in her mirror as she had walked passed it, she looked just as she hoped she did when you had eventually fallen asleep last night. Her neck was covered in rapidly healing hickeys and bite marks, her shoulders had the tiniest of nail marks and her shoulder blades had the slight raised red marks your nails had made the night before.

She was gathering your clothes that the two of you had scattered on the floor in front of her bed. She'd do anything for you, she realized, as she stared at you. She shook her head slightly, ignoring that revelation as she cleaned up and busied herself. She turned her head, setting down your clothes on her desk, and she then turned for her bathroom. A shower was in order for her.

~

You woke up to the feeling of fingertips running down your spine, gently pressing down. "Morning, Darling."

You let out a slight groan, lifting your head to look over at her. Her blonde hair was dripping wet and you let out another groan, as you realized she showered without you. "You showered without me?"

"Of course, you would've jumped me again. Your fragile human body wouldn't have been able to handle being fucked up against the wall twice in twenty four hours." The Master spoke, as she gently roused you from the bed, taking her own robe off to wrap it around you.

The robe was all fluff and warm from her wearing it as you tiredly slid your arms into the sleeves. Her hazel eyes watching every little move you did and then they focused solely on hickeys and bite marks that covered your neck, chest and down your stomach. She had a rare soft smile on her face as she helped you get stood up.

You rested your head on her bare shoulder, pressing against it as she held you up. She wrapped an arm around you, holding you tight to her body. "Are you sore? Hungry? Thirsty?"

"I could use a kiss, but if that's to risky, I'd like some food." You barely had the sentence out of your mouth before she was pulling your head away from her shoulder and pressing a very chaste kiss onto your lips. It was very different from last night, where it felt like she was trying to devour all the noises you had made from her actions.

You tried to follow her lips, instinctually, as she pulled back. "What would you like to eat?"

"I really liked those eggs you made a couple of days ago." You whined out, staring up at her, and her smile had turned into a grin.

"Of course, eggs for the pretty human. Anything else?" The Master was making a list in her head.

"You." The word was out of your mouth so quickly that it had drawn a surprised laugh out of the Time Lady.

"Perhaps later today, if your good." The Master said, just as her laugh had died down.

~

The Master carried you to the kitchen and then sat you down on the counter, the purple fluffy robe was still tightly wrapped around your body and you leaned your head back on the cabinets that hung on the wall. The Master was standing at the stove, everything for eggs and the other choice of foods you had thought about as she had delivered you to the kitchen.

The Master had tossed on a white button up a male bodied regeneration of hers had worn, it was partially buttoned up, just enough to let it drift open at her breasts. She knew your eyes were focused on her body, she was proud of it. She was very proud of the effect this body had on you. She occasionally wondered, as she worked on cooking your eggs, if you'd be this worked up over Missy's body.

She looked over at you, her hair moving with the movement. You had quickly looked away, seemingly embarrassed to be caught staring at her chest. She grinned, loving the way your eyes were trying to focus on anything else but her as she stared at you.

"Anything on your mind, love?"

"No! Nope. Nothing." You said, quickly, and her grin turned even more deadly.

"Oh really, maybe I should go put on some pants, I am getting a little cold."

"Don't you dare!" Your head had quickly turned and your eyes widened as you realized you had been trapped.

The Master quickly strode over to you, The TARDIS immediately taking over on the eggs. She slid herself in-between your legs, and rested her hands on your thighs, the robe being forced to bunch up from the way she leaned on you. "What was that, sweetheart?"

You had watched her with wide eyes, taking in her way to relaxed body posture as she caged you in. Her hazel eyes raked across your face, and her grin only grew. "I asked you to repeat yourself, love."

She let you make the choice to repeat what you had said, and just as you had opened your mouth to respond, her nails lightly dragged over the robe, with just enough pressure for your thighs to feel the movement and your mouth had quickly closed again. Yes, she was in fact torturing you, but this was her favorite part of the day after a lovely night with you, working you up. Her human getting all worked up for another night, her human becoming needy and all for her.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

my house of stone, your ivy grows (Whittaker! Master x reader)

Summary: you find yourself growing feelings for the person who's supposed to be your enemy

Warnings: Dhawan! Doctor and Whittaker! Master (whoo!), secret relationship, worries of possible disownment (it doesn't happen), this has a pretty happy ending given the direction I could've gone with it

A/N: I don't know if anyone will read this because I'm not sure how popular Whittaker's version of The Master is but I find her to be incredibly attractive mkay. and I've currently been obsessed with evermore so naturally I just had to write another song fic, this time based loosely off ivy (my other evermore based fics are still wips, but I plan on finishing and posting those soon <3)

You didn't know how you went from despising The Master to loving her, but it had happened. All too fast and all too soon for you to recognize until you were in too deep to pull yourself back out again.

Her tidal wave swept over you, the rough waves keeping you from swimming back to shore, threatening to drown you if you made the wrong move. But they never would, because as unbelievable as it was, she loved you back.

You were just a simple house that stood out in the woods somewhere, abandoned, old, forgotten. Until her ivy was planted. It grew and grew, spreading quickly until you found yourself completely engulfed.

You would never be the same again. You could never give her up. And she could never take away her love without destroying you both in the process.

The way it came about was simple, really. You and The Doctor were under attack yet again by some alien species for trying to fix whatever damage they'd created, causing you to be separated.

You'd been hiding, doing your best not to get caught when you heard a silky voice coming from behind you.

"You know, if you're trying to avoid being seen, there's not the best place to do it."

Knowing who it was, you turned hesitantly, coming face to face with The Master.

"I could see you from your little 'hiding spot' miles away, and I have no doubt the people you're hiding from could, too." She had a smug look on her face, almost as if she was proud for calling you out on your poor decision making.

"What do you want?" You asked with a frown, immediately under the impression that she was up to no good.

She made a face of mock offense. "What, I can't offer you some simple, life saving advice?"

"You can't, no. Not without wanting something in return." You eyed her suspiciously, trying to figure out what her game plan was in being here.

"Oh, really? And why's that?" She leaned forward, her piercing eyes staring right into yours. Unlike most individuals she came across, you didn't look away.

"Because you're always up to something. You always have to have an ulterior motive," you said calmly, not at all deterred by her closeness.

The Master had to admit, she was impressed by both your reasoning and your lack of fear. "Alright, fine. I'll admit it, me giving you some piss poor advice is not the only reason why I'm here." She straightened herself back up, no longer standing as close. "I'm here because..." She let out a deep sigh, looking away. "I was- worried about you."

You let out a laugh at her statement. "You were worried about me?"

"Don't laugh." The Master snapped at you suddenly, shooting you a glare. "I didn't have to come rescue you, you know. I could've just left you here. To die."

"But you didn't. Because you were worried about me," you lightly teased, finding it amusing that one of the most ruthless and ambitious people in the universe cared enough to save the companion of their enemy.

She groaned in frustration. "Yes, okay, fine. I was worried, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" She held out a glove cladded hand for you to take. "Now, do you want to get out of here and survive, or not?"

You decided it would be wise not to push anymore of her buttons, as it was entirely possible she could change her mind and actually leave you there. So, you simply nodded in response, taking her hand and allowing her to guide you away from the fighting and back to her TARDIS. She then dropped you off at a safer location nearby, making sure you agreed not to mention any of what'd happened to The Doctor.

"I won't tell a soul, I swear," you'd promised her, your words sincere. It almost looked like she was smiling when the TARDIS doors shut. Then she was gone, leaving you to face The Doctor and his worried filled questions alone, but not before taking a piece of your heart with her.

You'd caught up with her again at some sort of alien marketplace, gifting her one of the planet's many different kinds of flora as a gift, your own way of saying 'thank you for saving me'. She'd accepted it wholeheartedly, setting it someplace beside her bed so it would be the last thing she'd see every night before she went to sleep, and the first thing she'd see every morning when she woke.

Your first true 'date' was the time she left a note on your dresser (how she got it there, you'll never know) telling you to dress somewhat fancy and be ready by nine. She took you to see the first ever showing of the musical Cats, of all things, though it was really just an excuse to see you again. Regardless of whether you enjoyed the show or not, the night ended on a high note (pun intended) when she gave you a gift of her very own; a kiss.

This back and forth dance of sneaking away together and leaving each other again when it was finally time to part went on for months, and though you never put a name on it, it was quite clear to both you and everyone else that you were head over heels in love.

You thought the two of you could be like that for the rest of eternity, hiding out from unknown forces who planned to take you away from her arms, cherishing each other in secret while your enemies threatened to rip you both apart and tarnish your new found love had they known. But as you had learned from your many travelings, nothing could last forever.

The Doctor had noticed you were acting differently. You'd been staying out later and later, and seemed much more occupied with whatever was going on in your mind than any adventures he took you on. As it was none of his business, he really didn't want to pry, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him and he just had to know.

He was tinkering with some sort of ancient alien tech when you walked into the TARDIS's control room.

"Whatcha working on?" You questioned as you made your way over.

"Oh, nothing. Just a piece of junk, really."

You nodded at his response, completely unaware of the absolute bomb of a question he was about to drop.

"Have you been seeing anyone recently?"

You froze, unsure how to process what he just said. "...what?"

"It's just-" he set down what he'd been holding on a nearby table and sighed. "You've been acting differently, these past couple of months. And, it's not that it's necessarily a bad thing, as you seem to be much happier, I'm just- curious, to find out why. Meeting someone new and being in a relationship can definitely cause that, so I was just asking."

You didn't know how to respond. Of course, you were seeing someone. Someone you probably shouldn't be. You didn't want to lie to him, but you knew he was bound to find out the truth eventually, so...

"I am seeing someone, actually." You said cautiously, testing the waters.

The Doctor perked up at this new piece of information. "Really? That's wonderful! Tell me, who are they? What are they like?"

You sucked in a deep breath while making a face that was full of pure nervous energy. "You won't like it."

"Nonsense! I'm sure I'll like whoever you've decided to take as a potentional life partner."

You blinked a few times at his choice of words before shaking your head, deciding it'd be best to just ignore it entirely. "Are you positive? 'Cause I... I just really don't want you to hate me." You said awkwardly, accompanied by some weak laughter.

He frowned slightly at your words. "That's ridiculous, I could never hate you. Now, tell me, who is it? Come on, I promise I won't be too mad," he lightly joked as he gave you a reassuring smile. "I trust your judgment, I'm sure they're fantastic, whoever this person is-"

"It's The Master," you suddenly blurted out, knowing the longer you listened to his praise the worse it would feel once you finally disappointed him. "I'm- I'm seeing The Master."

The Doctor just stood there, a look of bewilderment frozen on his face. "...what?"

You let out a sigh, having expected this kind of reaction already."It's The Master," you affirmed, having crossed the point of no return. "I- I know you're probably upset, and rightfully so, but she's really not that bad, once you get to know her-"

"Has she hypnotized you?" This time, it was you who was getting cut off mid sentence. "Has she threatened to hurt you in any way? Is she forcing you to go traveling with her?" Surprisingly enough, he didn't sound mad, like you thought he would. He didn't look it, either. He just seemed to be the reasonable amount of concerned.

You shook your head no at his questions. "No, she hasn't. I travel with her because I want to, because I like doing it. She-" you voice became slightly quieter as you recounted one of the many dates she'd taken you on "-she took me to see the aurora borealis, once. On a planet that had been completely covered in snow and ice."

That trip was especially vivid in your memory, partially due to how many layers you had to wrap up in so you wouldn't get cold. The part you remembered the most, though, was when The Master had noticed you'd forgotten to bring a pair of gloves with you, and took off her own in an effort to help keep your hands warm.

She could've just given you her gloves to wear, which might've been easier, but she hadn't, choosing to take your hands tightly in hers instead. That was the first time she'd ever done that, both in holding your hand properly and taking off her gloves in front of you.

The Doctor noticed the look of calm that washed over you when you were talking about her, one that not even hypnotism could conjure up. "Do you love her?" He asked softly, already getting a sense as to what the answer might be.

"Yes, I do." You professed as your eyes met his. His gaze was understanding and warm, the exact opposite of what you'd thought it'd be.

"Well, if that's the case-" He began, walking over to the TARDIS's control panel and fiddling around with it some "-then I suppose I have no choice..."

You sucked in a breath of air, incredibly tense as you waited for him to say what he was going to do with you. Maybe he'd just throw you in a black hole and be done with it. Or, worse, maybe he'd drop you off on some random planet somewhere where there was absolutely no chance for survival.

"...but to take you to see her." He finished with a flourish as the TARDIS landed. The Doctor opened the door and stepped outside, gesturing for you to follow him.

"This had better be good," a voice grumbled from in front of you, belonging to none other than The Master herself. Her gaze softened when she spotted you, though it didn't last very long, her eyes narrowing at The Doctor in suspicion. "What's all this?"

"I just wanted to say-" He turned, beckoning you to come closer "-that I know about your relationship with each other. And I'm not mad. In fact, I'm delighted."

You and The Master exchanged a look of confusion and disbelief. The Doctor noticed this, continuing nonetheless.

"It's true. Now, I know we haven't always been on the best of terms-"

"That's one way to put it," The Master muttered, crossing her arms.

"-but I don't want to make any unnecessary assumptions about the two of you. And while part of me does believe this could possibly be some sort of an eleborate plan to take me down-"

"Doctor," you whispered harshly, The Master smirking in amusement at your reaction.

"-I also don't want to define you only by your past mistakes." If he heard you, he didn't show it.

"I have a million reasons why I shouldn't trust you." The Doctor said directly to the clearly unimpressed woman standing in front of him. "But so did they, and now look where we are."

His words seemed to actually have an affect on her given how she'd uncrossed her arms and appeared to be actually listening. Until she opened her mouth. "So what is this then, you deciding to give us your blessing?" She sneered, going back to being defensive.

"Master." You took a step forward, offering your hand out to her, which she gladly took. "I think what he's trying to get at here, is that even if he doesn't trust you, he's not going to judge or shame me for doing the exact opposite. I can still be friends with him while also seeing you. That's all I've ever wanted."

The words you spoke seemed to have finally gotten to The Master. The ever permanent scowl she usually had on her face when being forced to interact with The Doctor disappeared, replaced by the faintest smile that only you could discern.

The Doctor clapped his hands together once in satisfaction. "Great! I'll leave you two to it, then."

The Master rolled her eyes in annoyance, causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "Yeah, you do that," she sarcastically replied, watching as The Doctor entered the TARDIS.

You waved him goodbye before turning back to the Time Lady in front of you. "So, where to now?" You asked excitedly, giving the hand you were holding a gentle squeeze.

She squeezed yours back, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Wherever you want."

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Fluff

Dancing and Praises

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Two Is Better Than One

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Attempted Backstabbing

Whittaker!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master separates The Reader from The Doctor in order to find out The Reader’s relationship with her Best Enemy.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! May I ask for a soft fic with The Master where they hypnotise The Reader?”

Warnings - hypnotism, hypnotism without consent, threatening, canon typical violence

Word Count - 871

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I will link the other fics inspired by this request HERE, if you would like to read them. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Master stroked your face with her gloved hand. She had separated you from The Doctor and had you backed up against the wall of the spaceship she had taken over. You were completely vulnerable. You had no idea how you were going to escape this situation alive.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing with a buffoon like him?” The Master teased as she traced your features like a sculptor carving away from a marble block.

“Don’t call The Doctor that.”

“Why? Have a little crush?” You felt your face heat up at the accusation. If you were to be honest with yourself, you didn’t know exactly what you wanted. The Doctor was cute, but The Master was more beautiful than any person you had ever seen. If either of them liked you, you would be overjoyed. The Doctor, though, tended to act like more of a friend to you, so you tried to not get your hopes up when it came to the idea of dating him. 

If you were to have a crush, it would have been on The Master. Apparently, The Master must have picked up on your nervousness. Or at least some of it.

“Ahh! You do! It’s understandable to an extent. A random man shows up out of the blue and asks you to travel to the stars with him. Nearly anyone would find that alluring, but you could do better than him, darling. So much better.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean me.” The Master clamped her hand around your jaw and made you look her in the eye.

“Just imagine what it would be like to be in love with me. Just think of how sad that pathetic Doctor will be when he finds us together.” The Master brought her face closer to yours and you could feel her breath on your face. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe properly. You were just so consumed by being this close to The Master, her smokey perfume filling your nose and the weight of her body on yours. It was better than you had imagined being in her presence would be. But The Master suddenly jutted backwards away from you.

“Why aren’t you acting any differently?” The Master growled as her hand moved down to grasp your throat tightly.

“What do you mean?” You choked out.

“I just hypnotised you.”

“You did?” You genuinely asked. You didn’t feel any different than you had before.

“Yes, I just hypnotised you to like me, not The Doctor. Why did that not work? Did The Doctor place a psychic block on your mind?”

“No, he never did.”

“Well, then why did it not work -” The Master cut herself off before running away from you and twirling and jumping excitedly in the middle of the room. She then ran back towards you once she collected herself.

“You have a crush on me not him!” The Master yelled before booping your nose with her leather glove-covered finger.

“Shh! We don’t know where The Doctor is, he might hear you!”

“Who cares if he hears?! I’m just excited about the news!”

“Master, please!” 

“Oh, fine, but only because you asked so nicely, darling.”

“Thank you.” The Master took a deep breath and then looked at you curiously. 

“You knew?”

“That I liked you, of course, I did!”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You aren’t exactly easy to get in contact with. Also, you probably would have seen it as a trick and either tortured me or just straight out kill me.”

“I would never do either of those things to you.” The Master’s voice dropped to a sincere tone as she spoke. Tentatively, you reached out to hold one of her hands, which she gladly accepted. The Master was a bizarre individual with chaotic emotions, but you really liked her and wanted to get to know her more.

“The Doctor also would never let me try to find you, anyway.”

“Ugh, speaking of him, I, unfortunately, have to leave before that buffoon you choose to travel with finds us and tries to trap me within his TARDIS. Unless you want to join me for a little adventure?”

“The Doctor would be furious if he found me with you.”

“Yes, it would be amazing to witness!”

“Master …”

“Fine, I won’t freak him out, but The Doctor deserves to feel a little fear.” The Master then broke apart from you and removed one of her gloves. She kissed her index finger. Then she brought her finger up to your face and pressed it against your lips. You felt an electric shock rush through you, but then a wave of calm cascaded over your brain.

“What was that?”

“Just a little calming confidence hypnotism. The Doctor will have many questions and I don’t want to leave you unprepared for his oncoming barrage of queries.”

“Thank you, Master. Now go before The Doctor finds you.” The Master backed away from you slowly, regretfully. She then pointed her now regloved hand to you before speaking again.

“I’m coming back for you, darling.” The Master said sternly and then she ran off to her TARDIS before The Doctor could ruin her moment with you.

[plethora-of-imagines]

May i Request Whittaker!Master forcing the reader to go through multiple orgasims as a punishment?

“Oh? Do you not want another one?”

You could only cry out at the posh, sarcastic voice as smooth and thick as honey. Her cruel smile a blur with your tear filled eyes, shaking body and now constant sniffles.

“Had enough little thing?”

Nodding so fast your head ached. Currently useless brain rattling around in your empty head.

“Well then,” she mocked. Blond hair brushing against your cheek as she spoke directly into your ear. “You should have thought about that before you put yourself into danger against my explicit order to the contrary, love.”

Her voice dripped with disapproval on her typical endearment. As if the ten orgasms past the point of tearful overstimulation had not already told you that she was pissed with you.

“M’ sorry,” you attempted to push past your lips. It sounded more like a wordless groan to even your ears.

“Tsk, tsk, can’t even apologize to your Master properly. Try again to use actual words.”

Gasping for breath you reached for the energy to form proper words. In a small form of mercy- suggesting that your torment would soon be ending- she lightened her roaming fingers to the lightest of brushes against your entrance. In the end you could only manage half a whisper before she ruined you again.

“S-sorr- hnng.”

Her fingers slipped further in to curl against just the right spot when you attempted to speak again. Your back lifting off the bed again as spots danced in your vision. Collapsing in a heap back onto the bed when the momentary rush of energy from your orgasm left you.

You didn’t want to move again for days.

“Hmmm. I suppose that your pitiful state suggests you’ve learned your lesson- after perhaps five more to really get it into your thick skull.”

[aboutcustardcreams]

Masterlist

Agatha all along

The road you take

(it doesn’t follow a chronological order. I’m a weirdo, okay?)

Three witches shared a love and a child— and they were happy, until something went terribly wrong, changing their unique bond forever.

Until next time

Wake up call / part two

We walk the wind-y road

Time Ticking, Patience Thinning

Doctor who

Hold on to something beautiful [ Missy x reader ] You miss Missy for way too long.

About the beach day [ 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan x reader ] written after watching the episode Legend of sea Devils so it comes after that. Platonic (?) short and cute.

There can’t be a universe without the Doctor [ 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan x reader ] honestly the title sums up it rather well. Doc is stubborn, but you and Yaz even more.

She sees right through me [ 13th Doctor x Time Lord reader x Yasmin Khan ] Your encounter with the Doctor, after many years searching for her, doesn't go exactly as planned. But you shouldn't be surprised, considering the unexpected is Time Lords' bread and butter.

Help me hold onto you [13th Doctor x reader & Yasmin Khan x reader (friendship) ] The Doctor takes you and Yaz to Nectoxia, a peculiar planet that serves as burial ground, with the purpose of giving you a harmless fright. However, things don’t go as planned. They never do. And this time, it could cost you dearly. ONGOING

WWTDD: What would the doctor do? [13th Doctor x time lord reader ] After an argument, you storm off the TARDIS in need to clear your head. And it goes well for a while, until you find yourself in quite a predicament and in need of a helping hand.

Broadchurch

People Help the People [ Beth Latimer x reader ] Sometimes it’s nice to be reminded by those you love how much you mean to them. Beth Latimer is natural at that.

[sessa23]

Revelations: Part 7 (13th doctor x Dhawan!master x reader)

(Summary: After escaping from a near death experience the doctor decides to try and find the source that gave you information to help you all escape but before you all set off, preperations must be made.)

*TW: Hypnosis, near death experience.*

"I would say it was nice knowing you, Doctor but it wasn't. This ship is set for self destruction and all the exits are locked. Good luck getting out of this." The creature chuckled before the screen turned off and a fire erupted.

"We have get out of here!" Yaz exclaimed

The Doctor pulled out her sonic, trying to override the lock on the door.

"Something is jamming the sonic, I can't stop it, I can't get the door open, we have to stay together."

You looked around trying to find an exit but the smoke was getting thicker "Y/N listen to me, I can save you all" a voice spoke

"Huh?" You turned looking for the source of the voice but there was nobody you could see.

"Please Y/N you have to trust me, you have to follow my voice. You know my voice, remember I have been there, in your dreams"

"My dreams..." you trailed off as you began to walk forward

Graham saw you "Doc it's Y/N, they're going into the fire."

You walked ahead, your body on autopilot unaware of your friends talking.

"We have to stop them." Ryan called out

You saw something behind the fire, a round metal door

"Quickly Y/N use the emergency chute"

You pressed the button next to the panel and the hole in the wall opened.

"YN, they found a way out" The Doctor replied with a smile on her face.

You blinked as you came back to reality "Huh? What happened?"

"Let's worry about that later, we have to go." The Doctor stated before you all headed down the chute

After sliding down the chute, you all landed at the other end of the chute, turning, you saw the Tardis.

"The chute lead us right back to the TARDIS, how?" You thought to yourself.

Ryan helped Graham up "I have so many questions." You went to speak but before you could an automated voice said "this ship will self destruct in one minute."

After hearing that, Graham looked at everyone. "On second thoughts, those questions can wait."

"Into the TARDIS!" The Doctor exclaimed

Quickly running into the TARDIS the doctor ran to the console and began pressing the buttons and pulling down levers before the TARDIS began to take off. Leaving the ship you were all originally on. You had all managed to escape, sat on the steps not far from the console, and sat silently before the Doctor spoke.

"Y/N, what happened back there?"

"I...I don't know, there was just this voice that called out to me and part of me just knew that I could trust it. Then it was like I went on autopilot, focusing on the voice and what it was telling me."

The Doctor sat down next to you "When the voice spoke to you, Did they give any clues as to who they were."

You thought for a moment "no but while i walking, the voice showed me an ancient looking map of stars with a course marked out."

"Leading to where?" The doctor asked

".....the stars" you replied

The Doctor thought for a moment before snapping her fingers "Ah, I know what we can do." She got up from next to you and walked over to the TARDIS console and pulled out a helmet contraption from underneath.

"Telepathic circuits. You can use it to think about the map and find the destination."

You stepped back "is it safe?"

The Doctor looked at you "Y/N would I lie to you?"

Before you could protest you were already next to the console and she had already put the helmet looking contraption on your head and was making adjustments.

"This doesn't feel comfortable, this won't hurt will it?"

The doctor walked back to the console and began pressing buttons on the console "No...maybe, yeah it probably will."

"What, doctor ar-"

"Focus on the map" She cut you off

You closed your eyes and focused your mind back to the map you saw. The ancient language on the map translated into English which you assumed was because of the TARDIS, eventually you saw the destination marked out on the map. "Moria" the map stayed in your vision for a few minutes then faded away.

The Doctor took the contraption off your head and then put it back under the console.

"Okay I have the co coordinates but we can't go there yet, i have to do some quick repairs to the TARDIS which means I'll need to drop you all off for 24 hours and then we will be off to the planet Moria."

Graham, Yaz and Ryan all went out the console room and went back to their rooms on the TARDIS.

"Doctor."

She looked up at you "What's wrong Y/N?"

You fiddled with your hands before taking a breath. You wanted to tell her everything, but you couldn't "I hope that we get some answers."

She nodded "only one way to find out."

(Time skip)

After the Doctor dropped you home you headed inside but for some reason you were extra tired

"You didn't die" came the master's voice

"Sorry to disappoint you." Came your reply

"No. I'm not disappointed, surprised? Yes."

You picked up the note from your housemate, they had gone on a date put some leftovers in the fridge for you and said not to wait up

You turned and suddenly the master was infront of you "looks like it's just you and me Y/N"

This started you as you let out a small yelp.

"you startled me" You stopped for a moment "wait a minute how are you even here?"

He grinned "I would have though you'd have gotten used to me appearing like this."

You looked back at him, the fridge open with the leftovers in your hand. "What do you mean 'appearing like this, I have never had you appear like this."

The master put a hand over his mouth "Oops, you weren't meant to know that." You quickly turned away from his gaze, he stood behind you. His warm breath on your neck "Avoiding my gaze love?" Ignoring him you began to heat up the leftovers.

The master was silent for a minute before speaking again "I was going to intervene but someone else beat me to it."

Grabbing the plate and cutlery ready to have your food. You looked away "Why do you care anyway." You questioned before the leftovers were all heated up

The master chuckled lightly "Like I said, you interest me"

Rolling your eyes as you grabbed the leftovers, you turned and the Master was gone. Ignoring that, you placed the leftovers on the breakfast bar before sitting down and starting to eat.

You smiled as you devoured your food, both you and your housemate enjoyed cooking and after made the delicious foods. Before long you had finished you left overs and took the plate and cutlery over and began to wash the dishes.

Once you put them on the Drying rack you heard the master's voice again. "That voice that guided you to the exit...did they reveal anything about their identity?

You shook your head "No but..." you trailed before master grabbed you by the chin and forced your gaze to meet his. His mouth moved but you couldn't understand the words he was saying.

You blinked as the master faded from your view, just as a wave of tiredness washed over you. "Y/N you look tired."

Ignoring the master you focused on getting to your room, as you came into your room, you got your headphones from your pocket and walked towards your bed. You collapsed onto your bed and grabbed your phone, opening the music app.

Scrolling through the trackless before you found the song and pressed play. The song "West End Girls" by The Pet Shop Boys began to play.

You closed you eyes and tried to push the master out your mind. Letting the music play as you began to relax after a while besides the music playing, everything else was quiet.

Closing your eyes as you relaxed even more,you felt two fingers gently pressing against your temple, a soft voice whispering "Sleep"

[notyetneedcoffee]

Kicking Up Dust - Part 9

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Bucky gets a little violent

A/N: Takes place after ‘Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ with one major exception - Steve Rogers is not dead. He stepped down. This is in line with my Crossroads story. There will also be a parallel Steve story coming.

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Part 8 or Master List

PART 9

“Put them on.” Bucky held out your clothes.

“No.” You crossed your arms and glared. Now that the shock had worn off, you were pissed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It would be safer.” Bucky scowled back.

“Don’t care.” You snatched the clothes from him and tossed them on the bed. “I’m not being ran out of this house. I’m not leaving it. I’m not leaving you.”

His eyes softened. “This could get ugly.”

“Don’t care.” You repeated.

“I don’t,” he sighed, eyes falling to the ground. “I don’t want you to be around if I have to get . . . intense.”

You placed your hand on his bare chest, fingers barely brushing the scars below his left shoulder. “You’re not going to scare me, or shock me, or push me away.” He looked away, staring at the wall. “Bucky, I trust you.”

Even if he could have trusted his voice, Bucky had no idea what to say. It didn’t matter. Every raw emotion could be seen on his face. His hands cupped your cheeks and kissed you deep. Before the kiss could flare to passion, he pulled away. “Then I have some calls to make.”

Nodding, you smiled. “I’ll get something to cover that window.”

A while later you entered the sitting room. Bucky spoke quietly to someone on his cell phone. You weren’t sure of the language, something Slavic. He stared out the front window towards the front drive and could you see the tension in his muscles under the sweatshirt. You caught the name of the town and the name of the original homeowner, Lewis.

He touched the screen of his phone and you began to ask about the call, but he held up a finger. Holding it to his ear again, he answered with ‘Barnes’. You settled in the window seat to wait. After a moment, he just grunted, then gave a quiet thanks.

“Well?” You asked.

“I’m confident the beat to hell Explorer belongs to our boy Mic from the diner, which means it was the other guy, Bobby, who was in the house. I had someone run the partial plate and get me an address. Would you be surprised to hear they rent a house with cop Whittaker’s son?”

“Small town. Bully cop, bully kids.” You shrug. “Makes sense.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “Want to go visit?”

A young man opened the door. The sandy hair falling in his face almost hid his stoned, glazed eyes. They went wide as Bucky’s metal fingers clamped around his throat and lifted him to the tips of his toes.

“Hey, Bobby.”

Bucky pushed into the living room, not lessening his grip and practically carrying the other man by the throat. Shouts of surprise filled the room. One guy cowered on the sunken sofa. Another dashed for a backpack, pulling out a gun. Without letting go of Bobby’s throat, Bucky plucked a game controller off the coffee table and flung it at the guy’s head with such power that he dropped to the floor, out cold.

“Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me, man!” The other one from the diner, Mic, whimpered from the sofa.

“Why were you in my house?” You asked from just behind Bucky.

Bobby choked and sputtered. Bucky lowered him a little more to his feet and he took a raspy breath. “I wasn’t.”

“Really?” You tried to sound bored, though you were a little worried Bucky might do some permanent damage. “You’re going to try lying to him?”

Bucky stared into Bobby’s eyes as he pulled him a little closer.

“We just wanted to see, okay!” Mic whined. “We’ve always thought that place was off limits, protected. We just wanted to see what was so special.”

“How long were you in the house? Did you like what you heard?” Bucky’s voice was murderous.

Bobby clutched his metal wrist with both hands, fighting to breathe. He rasped, “No. No. Just looked around. Heard you… come down the stairs.”

“Who kept everyone away from the house?” You asked. “Why?”

Bucky tossed Bobby onto the sofa, where he landed on his friend. “Answer her.”

“Don’t know.” Bobby coughed. “Dudes used to get shot at. My dad said someone put three bullets in his truck when he was a teenager.”

“We always heard someone had a grow farm out there.” Mic added.

There was no evidence of anyone growing weed on the property. Although, you admitted you hadn’t walked the whole property.

“I also heard the mob uses the land to bury bodies.”

“So, some mystery shooter kept you away all this time, and you idiots decide to break in with The Winter Soldier in the house?” You emphasized Bucky’s former title. “What the hell were you thinking? He could have killed you.”

“I still might.” Bucky glared.

Both boys cringed away.

The one lying on the floor began to stir. Bucky stalked over and picked him up by the collar of his shirt and dumped him next to his friends. “Huh! Hey! Ow!”

“Let’s make this really clear. Stay the hell off my property. You do that and…”

Bucky cut you off. “You may live.”

“Who the fuck are you? My dad is going to…”

“Shut up, Joey.” Mic hissed.

Bucky just stared until all three sat slumped on the sofa, focused on the floor. You waited for him to do something. The longer the silence stretched, the more anxious they got. Poor Mic looked like he was going to piss himself at any moment.

“There is nothing on that property that concerns you.” Bucky finally spoke. His voice remained low and dangerous. “Ain’t nothing there worth dying for. Understand?”

They just sunk deeper into the sofa.

“Understand?!” Bucky boomed.

They all nodded, muttering agreements.

“Good.” Bucky marched over to where Joey’s gun had fallen. It was a common 9mm. He popped the magazine and flicked the bullets free with his thumb. The boys looked up at the sound of them hitting the floor. Gun cleared and magazine empty, Bucky stepped closer to them again. He folded the gun in half with his vibranium hand. You nearly laughed at the terrified look upon their faces. He held it out to guy they called Joey. With a dry tone Bucky said, “Oops. Sorry.”

“Are we done here?” You asked, working hard to keep the amusement from your voice.

“Yeah,” Bucky held open the door for you. “I think we’re done.”

As you pulled out of the driveway, you reached for Bucky’s hand. He stiffened. You didn’t give him the chance to argue and just entwined your fingers with his to pull it closer. He stared at you from the passenger seat for a long moment before exhaling slowly and relaxing.

“So,” you sighed. “Someone has been keeping people off the property. They didn’t do anything to keep me away. Any idea where to check next?”

“I’ll make a few more calls.”

You glanced over to see him chewing on his lower lip. “What is it?”

“There was no evidence of anyone in the house, right?” You nodded. “How thoroughly have you checked out the barn or any of the other outbuildings?”

“Just a cursory look at the barn.” You admitted. “I haven’t even been out to the greenhouses.”

“I’ll check it out when we get back.” Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket. He left it on speaker when he dialed.

A familiar voice answered. “Buck.”

“Steve. Any chance I can put FRIDAY to work on something? I don’t have a direct line to her anymore.”

“Hang on. FRIDAY, would you please join us on the phone?”

A synthetic voice responded. “Hello, Sergeant Barnes. What may I do for you?”

 “I’m trying to figure out who has been protecting my sister’s home and why. Feel free to pull the address and all the information I have so far from my phone. There’s a history around the previous owners – my sister’s husband’s family.”

“What’s going on up there?” Steve asked.

“Someone has been keeping all the locals from entering the property. I thought it was all from old stories and stuff, but today we heard someone was shot at a few years back. Thing is, no one has been in the house since Archie died.”

“You think it’s something shady?” Steve sounded concerned.

“I think it’s suspicious and maybe dangerous.”

“Sergeant.” FRIDAY’s voice interjected. “I have transferred data to your phone regarding the property in question including utility payments, work permits, and legal documentation accessible to me. I have also sorted all mentions and communications by relevance and date. If you wish background data on any of the records they can be found on your secured server. There’s is inadequate space on your mobile device.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Keep me posted, Bucky. If there’s anything I can do, just call.”

“Will do, pal.”

Bucky hung up and gave a low whistle as he scrolled through his phone. “Looks like I’ve got a lot of reading to do.”

“The computer pulled together that much info together that fast?” You glanced sideways.

“It’s Stark’s. She’s amazing.” Bucky shrugged. “Let’s grab some food on our way home so we can just focus on all these reports.”

You smiled, trying not flush as his words made your chest warm. Even if you were in for a long night of reading reports, you were heading ‘home’ together.

[slurrmp]

the backrooms ✰ whittaker!master x disaster!reader.

a/n: this is some hot garbage i tell you what. but, due to the fact that the special will be released monday (australian time) - and jodie will be leaving us, have some rather bad w!master :))))) but i’m bringing back disaster!reader because i have missed her, so that’s a plus. she’s here to torment the master again. also a continuation from THIS old ass prompt.

warnings: swearing, general master nonsense.

Arriving in the safety(?) of her TARDIS, she had told you to not wander off. Told you to stay in the console room. To stay put. That’s where she could keep an eye on you and where you wouldn’t get into any trouble. The effects of the evening where still heavy on your brain and you were trying your best NOT to throw up on the floor. Knowing that would probably only make the Master and her TARDIS pissed. The feeling of the fishes hands against your body sent a shiver through your body. The pit of your stomach rumbled and you pressed a hand over your mouth. God you were going to regret asking the Doctor to let you stay at that bar.

You did your best to listen to the Master. Staying put in the console room was something you didn’t want to defy her on. Because of course she terrified you. But you didn’t think you could hold in the food and alcohol that you had consumed merely an hour ago, down any longer. The Master had disappeared down one of the many halls that connected to the orange lit room - left you standing in a corner near the entry.

Pressing a hand against your mouth again, you looked to your left and then right. Both were entrances to what you assumed where endless hallways and you picked at random. One arm wrapping around your stomach as you tried to find a bathroom. It didn’t take long rushing down the hallway, that the TARDIS finally took pity on you and let you find a bathroom, just in the nick of time.

As you fell against the floor, you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, before you rested your forehead against the rim of the seat and groaned.

“Never again,” You muttered a wince spreading across your face as the after taste got to you. “If the Doctor decides to go and do another one of his marathon running trips, tell him to fuck off and leave you on the TARDIS.” Another groan as you fell back against the tiled wall. The coolness of everything was a relief, before you fell forward again and threw up once more. One more groan, before you came to the realisation that there was nothing left in your stomach. (You flushed the toilet don’t worry.)

Heaving yourself up off the floor, you leaned heavily against the wall - using it for balance and staggered over to the sink. Hands gripped onto the basen, before you stared at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but gag once more. You looked awful. Bags were heavy under your eyes and the colour in your cheeks was gone, you looked more grey than anything now. Heaving out a deep sigh and turning on the tap, you stared at the running water for a couple of seconds.

You could really do with a shower, but you had no spare clothes to change into and you really didn’t want to wear puked on and alien bloodied clothes again. Splashing the cool water against your face, you felt semi alive again before you grabbed the towel that hung on the hook - drying your hands and wiping down your face. Before you buried into it and screamed.

Finally letting go of any tension that was still in your body, you calmed down and you finally noticed that the pounding that you could constantly hear, was the headache starting to get louder in your head. God you could really use two advile and sleep. Looking at yourself once more in the mirror, you tried your best to brush down your wild hair. Giving up when you couldn’t, you stepped out of the bathroom and into a room that wasn’t the hallway you had entered from.

This hallway had an ugly shade of yellow wallpaper and was endless. It looked like it went on for miles. Hallways upon hallways, all with that same ugly yellow wallpaper. “What the fuck...” You murmured to yourself, turning around to go back into the bathroom, only to realise that the door you had JUST come out of, was now gone. Your whole body froze. That - wasn’t supposed to happen, this has never happened before. Whipping back around, you stared out into the vastness of this room. “No - no. No this is not happening. You are NOT doing this to me.” Your legs finally woke up and you started to walk in what you assumed was forwards.

The low hum of the fluorescent lights barely hanging on to the ceiling was burying deep into your brain - making the headache you had developing to feel worse. You had never see this room before - no matter how many times you had been aboard the Master’s TARDIS, this room had been seen before. Maybe the TARDIS had finally given up on you - throwing up in the bathroom was the last straw for her and now she was going to kill you slowly.

You had no idea how long you wandered, hand dragging along the wall, so that you could at least keep yourself ground to reality - in case you decided to zone out and lose track of were the hell you where going. It felt like hours. Always the same hallway, always the same wallpaper, the same humming of the lights. You knew that TARDIS’s were endless, but this seemed just a bit excessive.

Like it was intentional.

It wasn’t long until a low mechanical noise broke the silence. That humming seemed awfully familiar - but it had been the only thing different within this room in the last fifteen minutes. So of course, like the walking disaster that you are, you decided to chase after it. A voice breaking through your headache, it was gravelly and mechanical. “Eggs -” it kept repeating that word. That was a strange thing for it to say, unless they were craving eggs. Maybe you were craving eggs.

Your hand had continued to run along the wall, like you knew you would get distracted, you lost where you had come from and where you were going. It wasn’t long until you ran out of wall, your hand fell down by your side as you came to a turn. Your body took it and then abruptly froze once more.

In the middle of the room sat ... a ... a dalek.

“Oh shit -” Was the first thing out of your mouth. It’s eye stalk snapped up and landed on you.

“Egg-” It repeated. Oh you’re so thick. So thick and drunk still. That nauseous feeling in your stomach returned. “Egg...” It was blue, one of the master race, how the hell did it end up here? Inside a TARDIS? It looked battered and broken, the panels on its body had all but fallen away and the glass on the stalk was cracked but you knew to never underestimate a dalek, especially one of the master races - that could disintegrate one of its own with just a shot. “Exster-” Backing up, you realised what the thing was trying to say.

“No thank you.” Your feet kept you backing up - hand finally finding the wall once more, as the thing barely began rolling forward. “Do not exterminate me.”

“Extermin...” It kept rolling forward, until your back hit the ugly yellow covered wall. This was it - this is how you died. In a room filled with the SAME thing over and over again. Well, that’s what you thought, until you felt something grab a hold of your forearm, the scream that tore through your throat was brutal and loud, and absolutely embarrassing when you start to think back on it later.

“You stupid girl!” The voice echoed around your head, it was like a spot light from a lighthouse - guiding you back to shore. The hand gripping you tightened, and the distorted voice coming from the broken dalek, that kept calling “eggs-eggs-extermininate” was slowly making its way closer and you couldn’t help but slam your eyes shut as you curled against the wall.

It had all looked the same, the same room - the same walls over and over again. The same buzzing coming from the lights on the ceiling. You couldn’t have found your own way out, no matter how much you wanted too.

“Ah-Ha! Got you!” It wasn’t long until you were suddenly being pulled backward. Your whole body falling and tingling as you slipped through the wall. “I’ve told you time and time again…” Your eyes opened slightly, trying your best to recognise your surroundings, when they landed on her standing in front of you - that fiery look in her eyes. “Do NOT wander off and don’t put your nose where it doesn’t belong.” Eyes snapped open fully, as a heavy gasp escaped your lips - hands flailed slightly before they came to clutch at your hair.

“What the hell is that place!” You managed to find your voice. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as your hands moved from your hair, to the sleeves of the Master’s coat. She was quiet for a few seconds, eyes squinting down at you.

Your grip tightened, not even noticing that she was carrying a pair of clothes. Is that why she had left earlier, to GET you a pair of clothes for you to change into, so that you didn’t smell like alcohol, puke, piss and alien blood?

“They’re called The Backrooms.” And that’s when the chill ran down your spine. What the hell was it doing on her TARDIS? “And they are dangerous.” NO SHIT - Your name was oh so soft on her lips - which helped to pull your attention back onto the Time Lord. “I told you to stay put.” Her free hand came up and pulled one hand off her jacket, and then she forcefully shoved the spare clothes into your grasp.

“I’m sorry -” You started fumbling over your words. “I had to puke...” You said it so grossly that the Master actually winced. Her nose scrunched up and you tried not to find the entire thing adorable. “I had to find a bathroom and then when I stepped back out - I found myself ...” Another shiver ran down your spine. The Master frowned before her head tilted up, staring at the ceiling.

“That wasn’t very nice.” She muttered and you knew that it was to the TARDIS.

“She tried to kill me again ...” It was a statement more than a question and the Master couldn’t help the devilish grin that crossed her lips. “What the actual fu-”

A hand covered your mouth, as you where pushed back into the wall. Brows furrowed over your forehead as a soft squeak left you, the Master pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t say another word ...” Her hand moved to grip your chin and your name came out of her lips, which still managed to cause the hairs on your arms to stand on end. “Go find your room -” Brows raised, but hands where still holding parts of your head. “Yes -” You knew that nothing further would be mentioned about why you have a room aboard her TARDIS. “The TARDIS will behave now,” Hazel eyes cut upward again and you swear your heard the time machine laugh. “Go take a shower, get that awful smell off you and get changed.” The hand clutching your chin slowly retracted, moving to her side. “I have to drop you off to your precious Doctor in an hour.”

That had you perking up immensely and you didn’t miss the way that the Master’s eyes darkened ever so slightly by your sudden change in mood. The hand that had covered your mouth moved away and you finally let go of her, clutching the change of clothes to your chest. “Thank you, Master.” You said it with as much sincerity as you could muster. The alien blood caking to your body was starting to get distracting. “Thank you for saving me. Twice tonight.” The Time Lord gave you a look, a tsck leaving her, before she turned on her heel and stalked away.

Huffing you stood straighter, clothes still clutched tightly to you. Turning your head, you heard the low hum of the TARDIS and another door appearing next to you. “This better not be another fucking endless hallway -” You mumbled to yourself but as the door opened you spotted a bed. “Thank god...” turning you made your way into the room - door slamming shut behind you.

What a strange day.

[fxlling13]

Spooky Season

Dh!Master x (fem)!reader

Wc:2.8k

Fluff fluff fluff.

Synopsis: The Doctor takes everyone to a cosy little pumpkin farm

“You make me laugh, (y/n).” Yaz scoffed as you walked into the console room. “It’s September the first, and you’re wearing a pumpkin sweater?” She laughed, leaning back on the console. You nod quickly, standing at the top of the steps.

“Of course! September first is the start of spooky season.” You explained, sitting a few stairs down. The pair of you giggled, she knew of your love for the ‘ber’ months. In fact, she helped you indulge in it, getting you a themed blanket the year prior.

“Do you think The Doctor will let me decorate my room here?”

“Oh yeah, she loves fun things. Not sure she’ll be a fan of all the black though.” Yaz realised, thinking for a moment. “It’s fine, you can bond with Mr Grumpy!” She beamed, making your brows crease.

“Mr Grumpy?” You asked with amusement, knowing full well who she was referring to.

“Well, he is moody.” Yaz chuckled. “But he loves dark and gloomy things. He dresses like a gothic vampire most days, in that Victorian coat.”

“It looks good though.” You mumbled and Yaz shook her head at you. Just then, The Doctor jogged into the room with a big smile on her face.

“Ah, you’re both here already!” She stood by Yaz, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Talking about anything interesting?”

“Just (y/n)’s love for autumn.” Humming in acknowledged, the blonde smiled at you.

”Yeah? Lots happen at the end of the year on earth, Halloween. Christmas.” She recalled, looking up at the ceiling in wonder.

“Halloween is the best!” You clarified, making the girls laugh a bit more. From nowhere, hands landed on your shoulders with a jolt.

“Boo.” A deep voice spoke loudly by your ear at the same time. You yelped, flinching violently. When you glanced back, you found The Master leering proudly.

“What? You just said you liked Halloween.” He shrugged, walking past you down the steps. Once at the bottom, he turned back to you and nod to himself slowly.

“Nice jumper.” He commented, your lips turning up again. You were wearing a black jumper, with different sized pumpkins sewn throughout. They were all odd styles and colours.

“Thank you.” For a minute, he froze, before pulling himself away and looking at the others.

“So what sappy place are you taking us today?” The Master asked, hoping no one had noticed his odd behaviour. The Doctor ran around the console.

“Well, considering the topic of this morning. How about a farm?” She suggested, already flicking buttons and other controls.

“A farm?” Yaz frowned.

“Yeah! With a pumpkin patch!” She boasted, making the girl smile again.

“Really?” You stood up hopefully.

“Yeah. It’ll be great. We can get as many as you guys want. Oh! And there’s a cafe there so we can get food!” Clearly, she was more excited about the idea than even you were. Still, you nod happily. The Tardis landed with a thud, sending everyone flying. You tumbled down the steps, The Master easily catching you. Holding under your arms, he smiled cockily.

“Falling for me?” You went red, pulling away fast.

“In your dreams.”

“Ok you two, stop flirting. Pumpkins to pick!” Yaz chortled, not helping your flushed state at all. Shaking her head, The Doctor pulled Yaz outside with a huff. The Master, still smiling, extended his hand towards you. You raised your eyebrows.

“Come on, you can at least hold my hand right? Or is that too much?” He joked, but you held his hand regardless, allowing him to guide you out of the tardis. It was sunny outside, but not too warm with a small breeze. Having landed in a woodland area, your small group walked for a few minutes before seeing the white farm building. The chipped walls were enough to tell you just how old it was, sat on vast, lush land. There were animals dotted around some of the fields, a path heading up a small hill. Upon getting to the farm, you were greeted by an old lady.

“Here for the pumpkin festival dears?” She inquired, face filled with joy. There were many others already there, mostly families and couples.

“Yep.” Yaz stepped forwards, pulling out her phone and paying for your tickets. Being let through, you walked by her side, tugging the male along.

“You didn’t have to pay for us all.”

“It’s fine. Lunch is on you.” She chuckled, nudging you playfully. But you smiled, happy with that arrangement. Traipsing up the shallow hill, you came to find the pumpkin patch. Surrounded by a worn, dark oak fence, it had a wooden arch as its entrance. On a big sign above, “pumpkins here” was written in cursive, expertly done. Rows of the root grown plant went on far and wide, people of all ages trying to find the perfect one.

“We’ll meet you down by the cafe.” Yaz said, hastily taking the Doctor off in a random direction.

“And then there were two.” The Master drawled, looking down at you.

“Awe don’t sound so happy. I know you love me really.” You elbowed him gently, walking ahead into the vast amounts of orange and green. He watched you for a minute, unaware that he was smiling. Turning back, you tilted your head. “Come on!” You reached out, the man chuckling and joining you swiftly. He followed behind you, your hair swishing with every step.

“We have to find the most round, most plump, most orange pumpkins to carve.” You said with certainty, scanning your surrounding area.

“Hm. If you say so.” The Master started walking by your side. “Why plump?”

“So I can use the innards to bake.” You clarified.

“You said that so…threateningly.” He laughed, placing a hand on your back as you both went along. Leaning closer to the man, you felt more relaxed that way.

“That one!” You almost yelled, carefully running between the vines. The Master observed you with fondness, going at a much more casual pace.

“This one?” He asked, standing opposite you. You nod, eyeing the large pumpkin. “It’s massive, (y/n).”

“Exactly. It’s perfect!” When you smiled at him, he was already doing the same. There was a look in his eye that you just couldn’t describe, almost like he was entranced. Trying not to get flustered from his intense gaze, you moved to pick the pumpkin up. In a flash, The Master was behind you, his hands on your waist and stopping you from bending. Your cheeks went red, looking back at him with a bashful confusion.

“You’re wearing a skirt.” He stated simply, not letting you go. “There’s lots of men around here.”

“There’s girls too.” You pointed out, a slight wobble in your inflection. Humming, he turned you to face him and brushed your hair back.

“Statistically, men are more likely to be predatory. And I don’t really want other men looking at you like that.” The Master spoke sternly, making your blush worsen.

“So you tell me what it is you’ll like, and I’ll do the lifting. Okay?” It was more of an instruction than a question, but you bobbed your head regardless. Grinning, he kissed your head sweetly, before bending down and cutting the stalk carefully. Still in shock, you just gawked at the noirette. Once the pumpkin was free, he lifted it with ease.

“Wait, other men?” You realised what he said, eyes shooting to him once again. He just shrugged nonchalantly.

“See any others you like, dear?” Your heart was hammering in your chest, all the while he seemed unfazed. Shaking your head, you started looking around once again. When your head was turned, you couldn’t hide your shy smile.

———

Three pumpkins and a wheelbarrow later, the two of you went to pay. There was a small gazebos at the top of the hill you had climbed. A man stood inside, with his cash box and weighing scale. The Master wheeled the pumpkins to him, greeting the man quietly. Going to pull out your phone, he stopped you quickly.

“I dropped something.”

“What?” You were perplexed.

“Outside, I’m pretty sure I did.” He said, hands searching his coat.

“What do you even own?” You asked and he just gave you a serious look. Realising it may have been some sort of weapon, you rolled your eyes before looking at the man. “I’ll be two seconds.” You apologised before heading back outside. After scouring the area nearby, you found nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing at all. Even with all the children around, the grass was clear. “Ready to meet the others?” You jumped, finding The Master, and wheelbarrow, now behind you.

“Hey I haven’t paid yet.”

“No. I did.” He shrugged, placing a hand on his hip. Your face softened, taking a few steps forwards.

“You did?” You asked bewildered, struggling to keep up as he made his way back down the hill.

“Yep. Do you think people will take them if we leave them out here?”

“Huh? Oh no. They have the red stickers on them.” You answered still confused, watching as he left them by the entrance to the cafe.

“Yes but humans are conniving and selfish.” He spat, earning a hurt look from you. Letting out a breath, The Master moved and cupped your cheeks. “You don’t count, obviously.” You couldn’t help your smile, leaning into his hand contently.

“Thank you, for buying them.”

“You’re welcome, sweets.” He laced your fingers together, guiding you into the cafe. It wasn’t a very big building, but spacious enough that it was cozy. With a cracking fire on the back wall, rustic brick walls and old wooden floors, you loved it. The Master took you to the table right by the fire, allowing you to sit closest to it. You smiled widely, shuffling closer to him once he sat too.

“How long do you think the others will be?” You pondered, admiring the paintings in the room.

“No idea, you know how The Doctor is. She’s like a magpie.” He muttered, picking up a menu and letting out a breath. After a moment of internal debating, you rested your head on his shoulder. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind at all, adjusting so you could see the menu too.

“I think you’ll want this page.” He flipped to the other side, showing you the different cakes, bakes, cookies and more. Pressing your cheek to his arm, you giggled quietly.

“You know me so well.” You commented, eyes flittering over all the options.

“Of course, I do notice these things.” The Master said, looking at you proudly. Pressing your lips together, you suppressed your happiness badly.

“You’re quite sweet. Even with all the evil plans you have.”

“Ah, but you’re always safe with me, are you not?” He pointed out, clearly smug.

“Of course I am.” Hugging onto his arm, you began to feel doubt and nerves creep into your mind. Even though he didn’t seem to mind, you found yourself asking, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“What?”

“Well, I know you’re not a very touchy, affectionate person. And I am. So does it not bother you? That I’m like this?” You kept your eyes on the table as you spoke, on the different shades of wood-stain used. Tentatively, The Master tilted your chin up trying to meet your gaze.

“It’s different when it’s you.” He reassured, thumbing the apple of your cheek. “My emotional support human.” You blushed, lips twitching up slightly. “Plus, you’re different. You’re spooky. I like it.”

“Like a witch?” You beamed, back to your normal self.

“No, you’re far prettier than a witch.” He chuckled, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment.

“What have we walked in on then?” The Doctors voice came from nowhere, but you were unmoved. Huffing in annoyance, the male just looked at her bored.

“Nothing. Hurry up and look at the menu. We’re hungry.”

“Alright calm down.” Yaz laughed, looking along with the blonde. “Oh I don’t know.” She mumbled, rereading it again.

“You’ll get something warm, like soup.” Both women looked at him with surprise.

“Yeah you’re right I was going to. How did you know that?” Yaz almost laughed again, letting The Doctor take the menu for herself.

“Because you always do. Just Like The Doctor will get the custard tart.”

“Oh custard tart!” The Doctor beamed at the exact time The Master said it. She looked over at him with a faux glare. You giggled, watching them interact.

“See, I’m very attentive.” The Master boasted, subtly bringing you closer as he moved. Sadly, he had to stand up. “Shall we do the ordering?” He asked his old friend, to which she nod and got to her feet.

“Wait I didn’t even tell you what I picked.” You said quickly, sitting straight. Simpering, he just pat your head twice then went to the counter with The Doctor.

“He’s so into you.” Yaz spoke, gaining your full attention. You blushed, shrugging softly.

“You think so?”

“Even The Doctor knows, (y/n).” She pointed out, putting the sugar jar in front of her girlfriend’s place ready. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. “Look at you. You’re lovesick.”

���Oh stop it.” You shot back weakly, earning a chortle from her. Turning around, you observed the aliens in such a human setting with fondness. “Can I be a bridesmaid?” She asked, resting her head on her hands. You just scoffed returning to face her.

“Only if I can be for you too.”

“Oh, of course. Who else would I pick?” The pair of you laughed together, unaware of the others coming back. The Doctor carefully placed a tray on the table, sliding it into the middle.

“What are you two giggling about?” She questioned, sitting once again.

“Nothing important.”

“Yeah nothing for you two to know about.” You confirmed, The Master taking his seat next to you.

“Yet.” Yaz finished, causing another fit of laughs. The time lords exchanged looks, as if speaking through osmosis. Humming, the man put a teapot in front of you, along with a mug and small pot of milk.

“Whatever you say.” He murmured, your eyes lighting up when you saw the brownie he had gotten you.

“Before you ask, yes it’s been warmed up. And-“ he took a small dish and sat it next to your cup. “-cream to your liking.”

“Thank you.” You smiled happily, making yourself a nice cup of tea. The Doctor did indeed have a custard tart, as Yaz had a bowl of steaming tomato soup.

“You three and your sweet tooth’s.” Yaz rolled her eyes, buttering her bread. Turning your head, you saw that The Master had gotten himself a slice of cake. With a cherry on top too. A glacier cherry.

“Do you want it?” He suddenly asked, making you jump a bit. You furrowed your brows, him putting the sugary ‘fruit’ onto your brownie before you could speak.

“They’re more sappy than us.” The Doctor commented, adding multiple sugars to her brew.

“I know. And they’re not even dating.” Yaz added with a grin. You busied yourself with adding a bit of cream and nibbling on your brownie.

“Give us time.” The Master casually said, causing you to choke. He was quick to pat your back. “Easy love, I need you alive for that to happen.”

“Leave the poor girl alone.” The Doctor laughed, handing you a napkin. Your cheeks were bright red, heart racing as you wiped your mouth. Still, you were smiling, gazing up at The Master shyly. He smiled back, giving your nose an affectionate tap before sipping his coffee.

“So after here, let’s watch horror movies while we carve them yeah?” Yaz was sounding more autumnal now, eagerly suggesting her idea.

“That sounds perfect, what film?” The Doctor glanced at everyone there.

“I say The Exorcist.” The Master added his input, the group collectively groaning.

“Maybe after, on the sofa where we can all huddle up?” The blonde prompted, earning a reluctant nod.

“How about scream?” You recommended, getting a more positive reaction.

“Then it’s settled, what a great day this is ‘ay?” Even The Doctor was getting giddier than usual.

“See? It’s good to start celebrating spooky season early.” There was a snarky tone in your inflection, proving your earlier point to Yaz. Unbeknownst to you, The Master stared at you proudly, loving your cockiness.

“Fine, you were right.” She agreed, putting her spoon down before stirring her iced latte. “You two are like The Addams Family.”

“Oh I like that.” The Master leered, putting an arm around your shoulders possessively. Bashful, you leant into his hold and nod in approval. The four of you sat in close comfort, eating your food and drinking your seasonal drinks. Outside the wind was blustering, amber leaves falling from trees and making footsteps crunch. It really was the best time of the year.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Yandere/dark Whittaker! Master x reader; you get caught trying to escape

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, implied kidnapping/Stockholm syndrome, soft femdom, the Master refers to the reader as pet in an affectionately degrading manner, the Master has a dacryphilia kink, implied smut at the end

You'd been caught trying to escape from the Master after she'd overthrown the monarchy of an alien planet you'd been visiting together recently. In all honesty, you had no idea why you'd ran away from her; she was the only family you'd ever known, the only home you'd ever had.

The guards held onto your arms tightly as they marched you to the throne room, preventing you from trying to run away again. The large marble doors opened to reveal none other than the Master herself seated on the ornate throne.

She look displeased as usual, though her face lit up the moment she saw you. "My pet," she cooed out sweetly, leaning forward so she could get a better look at you. "Where have you been, dear? We've been looking for you for ages. I've been so worried."

You kept your head down, glancing up at her with guilt filled eyes. "I'm sorry, Master. I- I didn't mean to," you insisted remorsefully. Your face heated up with shame as you looked down, clearly regretting your actions.

"Oi, look up at your majesty when she speaks to you!" One of the guards demanded gruffly, yanking your arm some in an effort to get you to listen. You let out a soft whimper in fear, something that caused the Master's blood to boil.

"That's enough," she snapped harshly at the guard. "Let them go." If looks could kill, they'd both be dead on the floor for daring to touch her beloved pet like that and speak to them that way.

They both obliged, letting go of you. You dropped to the floor almost immediately, kneeling as a sign of respect. The Master smirked in satisfaction at your action, pleased to know that she'd taught you well.

"Leave us." She dismissively waved the guards away, her attention focused fully on you. They both bowed before exiting the throne room, shutting the doors behind them. "Come here, pet. Come to your Master."

The good pet you were, you instantly obeyed. Knowing better than to get back up again without her permission, you crawled over to where she sat on the throne, resting your cheek against her knee.

"What a good little pet you are." She reached a gloved hand out and patted the top of your head affectionately. "Tell me, why did you run away, hm? You know better than that."

You whimpered at her words, for although her tone was gentle and kind you knew you'd misbehaved and were going to be punished because of it. "I- I don't know, Master. I got separated from you, and I was scared and confused."

The Master moved her hand down to the side of your face, lovingly stroking your cheek with her thumb. Your breathing became ragged as you spoke, and your eyes welled with tears, as though you might cry.

Her hearts broke for you; she could tell you felt guilty still and didn't mean to disobey her. "Oh, don't cry, sweetheart. I won't punish you this time. I can tell you feel bad enough as it is."

Her soft words of reassurance didn't do much to help calm you, tears spilling from your eyes and down your cheeks mere seconds later. "I- I'm sorry, Master... I really didn't mean to run away from you..." You sobbed quietly as you pressed your face into her lap.

As much as she felt bad for you, she couldn't deny just how much it turned her on to see you crying like this. She shifted some in her seat as her panties grew damp from her arousal, something you didn't notice due to how hard you were still crying.

"Now, now. There's really no need for all of this," she scolded in a light tone. "I'll tell you what, pet. If you behave for me by making me feel good, we can call it even and forget all about your transgressions. How does that sound?"

The Master grabbed your face gently with her hand, tilting your head upwards so you'd be forced to look at her. Your eyes were glossy still with tears, your bottom lip quivering with emotion as you watched her.

"Yes, Master. I- I can behave for you." Your voice was uneven and full of emotion due to your recent outburst, but she smiled nonetheless, glad she could get something productive out of your tears.

"Good pet. Now-" she moved the gloved hand that wasn't still holding your face down to the top of her pants and began to undo the buttons "-get to work."

[agent-barnes40]

Protective

Whittaker!Master x Masc!Reader (Romantic)

Reader uses He/They pronouns and is AFAB

TW: Suggestive, possessiveness, murder, mentions of misgendering

My first try at Whittaker!Master. I've wanted to do this for awhile and its time I took my first step into the fray.

Also, happy Valentine's Day!

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The Master stood over the man on the floor, her boot planted on his chest. She was bent over, growling out threats. You were watching from your seat at the table. The man was a waiter, you think, you couldn't remember, everything had happened quickly.

The Master had been sitting across from you, rambling about her next plan to take down The Doctor, when the waiter had come over to take orders and said; "What shall it be today, Ladies?" The Master had practically moved in a millisecond to drop the man to the ground, growling out threats about making him learn his lesson.

She had always been protective of you, and who you were was wrapped up in that as well. Any slight against your feminine body figure was met with this exact situation, the person was usually torn to shreds by her words and then shrunk. You should get her something, for this. At this point, she was doing the universe a favor.

The Master had turned back toward you, and you noticed the shift of her blond hair as she had turned and her eyes immediately softening at the sight of you. She still had her 'I'm going to rip this person apart' face on but her eyes was all you needed to know that you were always safe with her. "Love, as much I love knowing that you feel perfectly safe with me, I'd rather know what you'd like done with this human?"

You smiled and shook your head. "I think he's been scarred enough, Master. Perhaps a few more threats, and I'd like a new person to serve us. I think he'd like to go home after this."

The Master thought for a moment, before her dangerous grin had crossed her face and she pulled her TCE out of her pocket. "How about a new doll for the collection? You'd complete an entire set."

You just nodded. "Fine. Only one for today."

The Master pretended to pout as she kept eye contact with you, lifting her boot off the man's chest and then shrinking him. She only broke the eye contact to reach down and pick him up. She eagerly walked over, bent over and pulled you into a kiss. You eagerly kissed back, causing the woman in front of you to smirk.

The Master pulled back, setting the shrunk man on her side of the table and settling back into the seat as if she hadn't just murdered someone in your name. It wasn't the first time you had realized just how much you had fallen for her, and you knew that it wouldn't be the last.

"What's next on today's agenda, Master?" You asked, your thumb moving to rub against the side of her hand.

"I was thinking, we go have some fun messing up The Doctor's plans. That buffoon is always making some ridiculous grand gesture for his pets." The Master said, and you couldn't help the mischievous grin that appeared on your face.

"Didn't you just make a grand gesture for your pet?" You asked, watching her expression.

The Master chuckled and met your line of sight, holding eye contact. "That wasn't just a grand gesture of love for you, my love, that was me staking my claim on you in this part of your ridiculous rock you call your home planet."

"Aww, Master, you do love me." You teased.

"And do not doubt that."

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Greetings, I hope you're having a great day. If it's okay I'd like to request a Whittaker!master x reader. Where the reader is travelling with the Doctor and while wondering the reader catches the master trying to steal a Red Crystal from the leader of the planet. The reader tries to stop them but the master takes the crystal and talks about the power it holds and how it can make the target fall in love with the holder. They then begin to say "Losing you is blue, like I'd never known. Missing you was dark gray, all alone.Forget the doctor, Somebody you never met. Loving me is red, Loving me is red Oh, red Burning red" and the reader just sees Burning red in their their head as the power takes over their mind.. (Another Taylor swift reference)

Have an amazing day.

okay believe it or not this actually tops the lavender haze idea imo, it's so amazing! I hope you enjoy what I was able to come up with ❤

Burning Red (Whittaker! Master x reader)

Warnings: the Master makes someone tiny with her TCE (effectively killing them), drugging/temporary blindness via a magic crystal, mild swearing

The Doctor always told you not to wander off whenever you and him landed on some sort of alien planet, but you very rarely listened. Take now, for example, when you decided to explore the exact same place he'd told you not to.

"What's in that building over there?" You'd asked him curiously as you studied it, figuring it to be a temple of sorts.

"It's where the planet's leader lives. It also houses a very ancient piece of crystal native to the cave systems around here," he explained while looking around. "It'd be best not to go in. The people here can be very protective to what belongs to them, and they don't take kindly to those they assume to be thieves."

Nodding in understanding, you made it seem like you were listening when in fact you weren't. The second his back was turned, you slipped away, making a beeline for the building that lie up ahead.

If you thought the architecture was gorgeous on the outside, it was even more incredible within. You were so caught up gazing at the interior in wonder you almost didn't catch the conversation that was being held in a room down the hall.

The voices got louder the farther you crept down the hall. The closer you got, the more you realized you recognized one of them.

"I- I can give you money! However much you want!" The first voice cried, presumably belonging to the planet's leader.

"I don't care how much it's worth," the Master snapped as she pointed her TCE at the leader of the planet. "If I cared about money, I'd just collapse your economic system and set up a new one that made me rich."

The leader trembled in fear as they watched her. "Please, you don't understand just how important it is-" Their words were cut short as the sight of you standing in the doorway caught their eye.

The Master turned to see what they were staring at, her scowl transforming into a flirtatious smile. "Why, hello, my dear," she purred as her eyes looked you up and down. "What a coincidence meeting you here."

"Leave them alone, Master. They didn't do anything to you," you spoke in the firmest tone you could muster, something that caused her to laugh.

"Oh, how cute. No." You noticed she was clutching a bright red crystal in her other hand, the same one the leader was begging her not to take. "I'm leaving with this crystal, and neither one of you is going to stop me."

The leader went to lunge at her suddenly, trying to catch her off guard, but she merely sighed and shot a blast from her TCE at them. You let out a gasp in horror as you watched at how they were shrunken down, being killed instantly.

"Don't think I won't do the same thing to you," the Master warned lowly, her words clearly meant to be taken as a warning (even if she was bluffing).

"You didn't have to do that, Master. They didn't have to die." She scoffed at you in annoyance, prompting you to try again. "What do you need that stupid crystal for so badly that it caused you to kill an innocent person for it?"

"This, my dear, is no ordinary crystal," she sneered at you. "It holds quite a bit of power within it. In fact, it can make whoever's in possession of it fall in love with them, just like that." She looked pretty smug, though the sound of your mocking laughter wiped the smirk off her face.

"That itty bitty thing can make someone fall in love with whoever's holding it? Yeah, right." You said with an eye roll, clearly unimpressed.

The Master glared at you. "Laugh all you want, my dear, but soon you'll see for yourself just how incredible this crystal is."

You watched as she pulled out an old, weathered looking scroll from her pocket and unraveled it, reading from it while holding the crystal. "Losing you is blue, like I've never known. Missing you was dark gray, all alone. Forget the Doctor, somebody you never met-"

Narrowing your eyes in suspicion, a frown formed on your face as you asked, "What are you doing?" A strange feeling overcame you as she ignored you, continuing to read.

"-loving me is red, loving me is red. Oh, burning red-" The Master had an evil grin on her face as she watched how disoriented you were becoming from the effects of the crystal.

"What... what did you do to me?..." You slurred out in frustration, stumbling around while your vision began to blur.

"I'm just showing you the full effects of the crystal, dear. That's all," she explained casually with a slight shrug as though it were obvious, pocketing both the crystal and the scroll.

"You wanted to drug me, that's why you needed that damn crystal so bad," you accused while shooting her a dirty look. "Because you knew I'd never betray the Doctor for you. You had to use magic to cheat because you knew I'd never love you otherwise."

Her face hardened at your words. It was true, but she'd never openly admit that. "Well, it doesn't matter my reasoning for it now, does it? You're already doomed to succumb to the powers of a shiny rock because of the spell I used to activate it. I came up with it myself, you know."

As much as you wanted to tackle her and wipe that smug look off her face, you couldn't, as it was becoming more and more difficult for you to see due to a bright red color overtaking your sight. "I- I can't see-" You said in a panic, trying to feel around for something to grab onto.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." You felt the Master's hands grab you and pull you in close. Despite your best attempts to wiggle free, it wasn't easy when you couldn't see anything. Still, that didn't mean you were going to give up just like that.

"I have to get back to the Doctor" seemed to be your last coherent thought before you passed out in her arms. When you woke back up, you were on the Master's TARDIS. Your vision was still tinted red, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before.

"Hello, my dear," she greeted warmly while sitting in an armchair beside the bed you'd been placed in. "How are you feeling?"

The only thing you had on your mind now was her, any thoughts regarding the Doctor long gone. You reached your hands out towards her, mumbling out tiredly, "Master... I love you, Master. I love you."

She chuckled at the sudden display of affection, rising from her seat and making her way over to you. "You're adorable," she cooed in an almost condescending manner as she sat down next to you, allowing you to cling to her. "You love me? Wonderful. I'm so glad."

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Congratulations, I'm really glad to hear that your interview went well.

If it's okay with you, may I please request a Dhawan!master x reader (or Whittaker!master x reader) request where the reader has gone to a hypnosis show with some friends, the master is disguised as the hypnotist. The reader gets called on and goes to the stage but by the time the reader recognises the master they put the reader under their control. Makes the audience forget and takes the reader with them .

If you're not comfortable then it's okay. You have a nice day/night and congratulations once again.

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Title: Under His Spell

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You hated being the centre of attention so it was a surprise to you that you agreed to go on stage. Maybe it was the encouragement of your friends or the couple of glasses of wine you had but somehow you found yourself up on stage.

“A round of applause for our brave volunteer.”

You could feel your cheeks get hot at the sound of applause. However, there was something strange about it. The audience had fixed grins and their eyes were eerily blank. The clapping went on for far too long and it was only when someone clicked their fingers that it stopped at once. Everyone stopped clapping at exactly the same time and that made you blood freeze.

Terror gripped you but you found that you couldn’t move. You gritted your teeth and tried in vain to move your arm but it just wouldn’t budge. Strong hands gripped your shoulder and a pair of lips brushed against your cheek.

“Easy love,” said a sickeningly familiar voice, “don’t want to hurt yourself.”

The Master trailed a finger down the column of your throat and you gasped for air. You glared at him as he walked in front of you and grinned at you.

“Did you like my little show?” he asked

“Fuck you.”

“Rude.”

“The truth hurts. Now let me go.”

“After I put all this effort into getting you here? No.”

“Getting me here? What do you mean?”

The Master sighed and clasped his hands behind his back as he walked around you. He gave you a disappointed look as he disappeared from view. You hated not being able to have him in your view. Your breath hitched as you once against felt his hands on your shoulders. He trailed his fingers up and down your arms as he pressed his chest against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder and rested his cheek against yours. You cringed at the feeling of his beard against your cheek. To an outsider it might’ve looked like a romantic scene. The Master brushed his nose against your cheek before pressing a lingering kiss against it. His arms snaked around your waist and gave it a tight squeeze.

“What have you done to them?” you asked

“To who?”

“Them.”

You tried to raise your arm but it was still stuck. The Master chuckled and said,

“Ah, them. The useless humans.”

“I’m a useless human.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, pet. You are far more than that.”

The Master walked in front of you. He studied you intently before pressing his forehead against yours. You could feel his lips brush against yours. A mockingly intimate gesture.

“You are my human,” he said, “and you’re coming with me.”

“And what about all those witnesses?”

The Master briefly looked over his shoulder before looking back at you. He had a bored expression and shrugged and said,

“Bold of you to think that they’d remember any of this.”

“Wh…what? You can make them forget?”

“I will make them forget.”

The Master brushed his hand over your face and a sudden weakness came over you. Your body suddenly unlocked and you collapsed into the Master’s waiting arms. Your eyelids became heavy and you found yourself slowly slipping into a comforting darkness.

“And,” the Master said softly, “you as well. Sleep well.”