#dhawan!master x f!reader

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↳ ▣ | Merry Kringly, Happy Crimmis, It truly is a Christmas miracle this is going up on Christmas. I finished this on four hours of sleep, hopes, and dreams, and the need to post it. Anyway, happy holidays, enjoy some filth!

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↳ ▣ | Dhawan!Master x Reader (F!implied)

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↳ ▣ | Hi ya, I hope you're having a great week. If it's okay I'd like to request a Dhawan!Master x reader where the master gives the reader a necklace/bracelet as a Christmas present (the reader, of course gets the master a present too) but the necklace/ bracelet is an invention made by the master and little does it reader know that it comes with a remote and the piece of jewelry is activated by a button on the remote and once activated it links to the reader's brain and the other buttons on the remote have different settings. Anyway the master decides to take the reader out for a nice dinner, the reader wears the jewelry, but at dinner, the master could "accidentally" lose the remote and the reader would experience the effects of some of those buttons.

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↳ ▣ | public hand job (Reader receiving), The Master is mean af, orgasm denial at first. There is some dubious content about some things, slight blink and you miss it implied Hypnosis.

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Christmas was around the corner, and you knew your alien didn’t expressively celebrate it, but he liked presents, so you talked him into at least exchanging gifts. You had planned a nice night; he would meet you at your apartment, you would do the gift exchange, and then you would go out to dinner at this restaurant that you had wanted to try for ages. You had bought him a few things, but he was surprisingly hard to shop for, because what did you get a Time Lord? A lord of time, a being who was vastly older and experienced in life? You considered a gift card, but even that seemed so ridiculous.

You did manage to get him something from the galactic black market, which you thought he would adore. He had been eyeing it the last time you were there; you nicked it as you were leaving. You would have paid, but you had no idea about the currency, and The Master’s TARDIS wouldn’t translate for you, so you just pocketed the thing and hoped for the best. You were going to give it to him that night, but he got rude, so you decided he would have to wait for the gift exchange for it. You also got him a nice new suit to wear and some other trinkets you thought he might appreciate.

You had expected him not to show up with anything, especially because when you suggested it, he belittled the human notions and told you that your little human holidays were cute and all, but he was busy. That was until you mentioned Christmas presents; once he clarified that he would be getting presents, his attitude shifted to be more on board. Now here he was with three gifts for you, in a nice suit, looking like an absolute snack, and you couldn’t be happier about it. His Tardis was cloaked as a light post outside, and you two were sitting in the nice warmth of your apartment as the snow gently fell outside. He held out the gifts to you and took his long overcoat off. Hanging it by the door, he looked at you and grinned.

“I think you will really like what I’ve gotten you,” he announced and moved to pass judgment on your Christmas tree—pausing at the little twinkling white lights against your black Christmas tree, whose bulbs were gold and silver with tinsel that reminded him of the colorful swirls of a galaxy. There was a beat of silence as he cocked his head just a bit; you watched him; it was clear he was thinking of something, so you decided to pull his attention back.

“They are like stars!” You announced, motioning at it with your free hand, as you balanced the three gifts with the other.

He raised an eyebrow at you; his expression softened for a moment before it steeled again. “What? It's nothing like stars, just little lights.” He shook his head and walked over to your couch, sitting down, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back against the couch. You tilted your head and frowned but walked over. “If you want stars, I'll take you to see stars, Bunny.” He said watching you. “You don't need a pale imitation.” He motioned for you to sit down, but you held up a hand. You put the presents he had given you onto the couch and moved to grab the boxes for him. You brought them over and held them out. “So many,” he stated and moved to grab them. “Makes mine seem lacking.” He chuckled a bit.

You moved to carefully sit next to him. “Open yours first.” You nodded softly; even if he was rude about the tree, you weren’t going to let that dampen your mood. He shifted a bit, his arm draped over the back of the couch. He liked to take up space, forcing you to sit closer to him. You were special, the only human he actively tolerated. He laid claim on you, and quite frankly, you enjoyed having him around. He balanced the little pile on his lap and used his free hand to take the sparkly gift paper you put in the gift bag out.

He pulled out the little metal cube; examining it, he blinked in genuine amusement and awe. “Oh, you little thief, How did you even get this?” He rolled the cube over in his fingers, the chromatic metal capturing his attention.

“Well, you know, you arguing with the guy let me pocket it; I was going to give it to you that night, but you were mean, so you had to wait.” You nodded.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked, looking at you after a moment.

“Not a clue, but you wanted it really bad, so…here we are.” You grinned. “I should have made you open that one last, because nothing else is going to compare…damn, hindsight.” You shrugged a bit and comfortably leaned against him.

“It’s a Minarian key,” he began to explain. “Powerful technology can be unlocked—you know we can discuss this at another time; we have reservations, and I don’t want us to be late,” he muttered.

“You just don’t want to explain it to me, which is fair, I guess.” You teased. “There is no such thing as being late; you have a Tardis.” you pointed out, and he shook his head.

“Oh yes, because I would waste time going back a few minutes in time.” He rolled his eyes and moved to pocket the Minarian key before he opened the rest of his presents. He seemed to enjoy the gifts from what you could tell, which made you happy; at least you had picked something that he would use and fit his tastes. You were sure he would have said something if he hated the other items; he was very vocal about it; he didn’t sugarcoat much, if at all anything.

“Now, open yours!” He said, nodding, moving a bit to shove the smaller box at you first, a cheeky grin spread over his face. You nodded and moved to undo the ribbon; you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You opened the box, and there was a little black bracelet with a gold inlay.

You looked at it and carefully pulled it out of the box. You had expected him to rave about it, but he just grinned at you. “It's very pretty, thank you, Master.” You said, and his grin got bigger, moving to help you put it on. His fingertips grazed your wrist as he clasped it shut around it; his hand lingered around your wrist for a moment before he let it go, and you noticed he had a similar ring, the little black band, on his ring finger. “Wait, is this some Time Lord proposal thing?” you teased, and he shook his head no.

“Just figured you humans love that matching jewelry thing,” he dismissed you, but he had this air of mischief around him. “Open your other gifts now.” He nodded, pushing the other boxes to you. You opened them in turn, a new outfit to go with your new jewelry; it was very thoughtful and looked pricey. “Go change; I have one more surprise.” He said, motioning you to go.

“How do you even know it’s going to fit? Plus, I want to wash it before.” You tried to explain.

“I know your size; it’s prewashed. Now off you hop, Bunny,” he said with a tone that said not to argue, so you nodded and moved to go quickly change. The dress was formfitting, hugged you in just the right places, and the heels had this flair to them but also gave you another inch or so in height. It was a rather fancy outfit, and you weren’t sure about how you were going to not break your ankle in the heels, but you were sure this was a ploy to get you to hold onto him the whole night. When you came out, you found him having a glaring match with the angel on top of your tree.

“You good there?” You asked, and he looked over at you; he moved towards you, and his hands grabbed your arms as he looked over you, giving a slow whistle. His stare dragged up your body; before he got to your face, he leaned in a bit, kissing your cheek.

“Am I good or what?” he teased. His hands slipped down your arms, and then he squeezed your hips before he let you go. Starting towards the door, he held his arm out.

“Wait, where are we going?” You asked, taking his arm as he led you out to his Tardis, making sure you were careful on the fresh snow. He hummed a bit in response to your question and gave a playful shrug like he didn’t know where he was taking you. You rolled your eyes and stepped into the Tardis. “I made the reservation for that one restaurant.” You frowned, but he shook his head.

“No, no, that won’t do. I am taking us somewhere better; I already have a reservation there,” he nodded. “The best of the best in the universe,” he assured you. He moved over to the console, and with a swift, graceful move, he input the location and flipped the switch, and off you both went.

You fiddled with the bracelet and watched him; he had this grin on his lips again, watching you play with the bracelet. Oh, if you had only known what was going to happen. He moved over to you, taking your hand in his, placing his other on your lower back, pulling you closer. “This Christmas gift-giving isn’t so bad,” he teased. “I have another gift for you, but later,” he said as they arrived at the location. He moved to lead you out, and you looked around; there was fake snow falling but not quite hitting the ground. There were an array of lights strung, making an overhead canopy, and the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg hit your nose.

“I thought you didn’t really dig Christmas stuff,” You said, looking around.

“You think your planet is the only one that has something like Christmas; you are a silly bunny if you think that. Christmas wasn’t even yours to begin with; you just added to it. The Pagans learned Yule from a passing race, and then the religious fools took it as theirs, and now capitalism has taken over. Think with your silly little human brain, bunny.” He shook his head.

You shifted and nodded a bit, “Yeah, okay, you got me there.” you said calmly and looked at him; the soft glow of the lights made him look softer, and you smiled, wrapping your arm around his, partly to steady yourself on the heels and the other because you liked wrapping around him. “So where are we?” You asked.

“Don’t worry about it, but this place has a year-long celebration of the coming season, and it has some of the best food in the galaxy, so let's go,” he said, leading you down the cobblestone path towards a large brick building. Once inside, he spoke with the host before you two were led to a table towards the back. You sat down and smiled, looking over the menu, it was in an alien language, and his Tardis still wouldn’t translate for you. “One day they will like me enough to translate.” You said, looking at him, and he snorted out a laugh.

“You think?” he asked, leaning back and looking over the menu. “Don’t worry, Bunny, I know what we are getting anyway; you’ll like it.” He assured and put the menu down. Once the order was taken and the waiter left, he leaned back, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the ring; you felt your body get warm; shifting a bit, you assumed it was just because of the atmosphere of the romantic restaurant.

You looked around and shifted again, leaning back, smiling at him. “It’s nice,” you said, motioning to the restaurant. He nodded, watching you, seeing a light blush starting to spread across your cheeks. “So, have you come here often?” You asked, trying to start small talk; he raised an eyebrow.

“The come here often line? Wow…no, really pull out all the stops for me, Bunny.” He teased. “No, I’ve only been here twice now,” he said and let his fingers run against the ring; as he did so, you felt your hips jolt; it felt like someone had touched you. You looked down and around but didn’t see anything, which concerned you less than if something was there. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his grin not fading.

“I…nothing…um…okay, okay, no silly small talk then,” You said and shook your head, looking at him; you got your smile back and opened your mouth to speak, but a soft sound came out when you felt it again. His fingers traced the ring, and he tilted his head. “Um... oh... uh...” you blinked. What was happening? You shifted to push your thighs together more. “Sorry, um, right, what's the next big thing, plan…uh…adventure?” You nodded; however, the feeling didn’t stop. He moved his hands down to his lap as he leaned forward. He started to talk about his plan, but you couldn’t focus, not when there was pressure against your clit; it felt like fingers slowly stroking, like he had been doing to his ring. Your eyes widened, and you cleared your throat.

"Are...did..." You put two and two together.

“Oh, you figured it out. I was wondering… But you are rather quick to the take, Bunny,” he grinned. “A fun little experiment; glad to know it worked, a creation of my own.” He explained and twisted the ring; his grin turned mischievous. You felt heat rushing through you as a vibration pooled lower, settling against your core. You jolted again, and even as you squirmed a bit, the feeling stayed. “It uses a bit of telepathy and harmless nanobots that I may have put in you a week ago,” he mused.

“N-nano…You can’t just do that?” You breathed out, your hands gripping the edge of the table.

“Why not? You didn’t even know they were there until I told you…and plus they are harmless…Don’t fret so much, my dear,” he said and watched you with immense joy as you squirmed and then settled so you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself.

“It’s not... It’s the principle…” You tried to explain, but the feeling was starting to get stronger. Your hips shifted as you tried not to let them move. You closed your eyes for a moment and breathed, trying to focus on anything else.

“Besides, on the scale of things, this is tame, and a bit of fun. Don’t you enjoy it?” He mused, watching your features soften as you opened your mouth a bit, panting out.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t—nanobots really?” You managed before you had to shift again; your only grace was it seemed The feeling slowed when a waiter came by to refill your drinks; you thanked the alien with a shaky thank you, though you were sure they didn’t understand you. When they left, you shot a glare at The Master, who was beaming at you, clearly enjoying this game. “In public!” you whined, but it was a more angry sound.

“Yeah? So? That’s the fun part of it, don’t you think? Don’t get caught…” He mused. You shook your head; you were about to say something, but the feeling was back, stronger than before, and you choked out a sound, having to stay still, and gave a weak wave at the table across the way that looked at you because of the sound. “Oh, my dear, you were saying?” He looked like the cat that had caught the canary. “Don’t worry so much; it’s a good night, good company, and some good fun, don’t you think?”

“You exhibitionist,” you muttered and tried to cross your leg over the other, gripping the table ledge again as you closed your eyes, trying to pretend you were fine. Your body was so warm, and the feeling of the vibrations was driving you closer to the edge. He grinned and laughed a bit, shrugging.

“Perhaps, maybe I just like watching you squirm. Are you going to cum?” He asked like he was asking about the weather. You stifled a moan as you fought back against flipping him off; you tried to shift again, your hips weakly rocking against the feeling; it was driving you wild, your cheeks were faintly blushed, and you wanted more, needed more.

“You going to just tease me the entire dinner?” You managed to get it out between your teeth. He tilted his head and then let his hand come to his chin, watching you. He was taking too much pleasure in this, but right now your mind was foggy, and you had started not to care too much; you just wanted relief from this feeling.

“I just might; you are adorable; red is such a nice color on you.” He mused teasing you about your blush. You grumbled something and squirmed more, “Don’t make a scene, bunny.” He warned a bit, “Nor a mess; would hate to explain why to the staff.” He mused, though his eyes dilated a bit, your scent hit his nose, and he gave a little devilish chuckle, clapping his hands. “Oh… you are drenched, aren’t you, poor bunny.” He cooed at you, and you choked out another sound. Your hand gripped the hem of your skirt, and your other hand clenched and unclenched against the table. “Beg,” he said simply.

Your eyes opened quickly as you looked at him, “What?” You looked around. “Here?” You looked at him in disbelief; he gave a simple nod and then mock pouted at you.

“Why not? They can’t understand you, and even if they could, do you really care right now?” He mused. “Beg,” he repeated and nodded; the feeling suddenly stopped, and you gasped out. He must have been tracking how close you were; the sudden lack of the delightful feeling caused you to make an undignified needy sound.

“P-Please!” you said quickly, he tsked and shook his head, giving you a look that told you you needed to do better. “I want to finish.” you breathed.

“I want a lot of things; however, you won’t get it if you don’t beg nice and properly.” He let his tongue run over his canine teeth before he gave you a charming smile. “Now do it right this time.”

You breathed out, you looked at him, your eyes hazed in lust and need, “Ple—” You were cut off by your food getting there, and this made him laugh; he seemed to enjoy this special brand of torture. He looked at you; if looks could kill, he would have been incinerated. He grinned and looked at his food, ignoring your death glare.

“It’s good, eat,” he said simply. You weren’t hungry; your brain was frazzled, and you could feel the slight throb of your core and the want burning through your body. He happily ate his meal, looking at you occasionally. “What don’t you like steak?” he asked.

You had to stop yourself from saying something you would regret, so you sighed and prodded your food, pushing it around. You started to relax, cursing at him mentally for the state he left you in, thighs slightly sticky with your arousal. You finally started to cut into your steak, and suddenly you felt it again; you jolted at the unexpected feeling. “Master!” you let out a frustrated cry; he looked at you innocently.

“What?” he said and looked at you. “I thought you wanted to finish.” He smirked. He was being frustrating on purpose, pushing to see how far he could go before you jumped him or committed violence against him. He was feeling lucky, and you could never stay mad at him too long. “Do you not want to now?” He raised his hands a bit in ‘surrender.’ You stared at him for a long moment.

“Yes, Master, I want to finish,” you grumbled.

“Not with that attitude you don’t, darling; try again. Give me your best this time,” he teased.

“Please, please, please, I want you to let me finish; I need to finish, please! Master~” You gave your best beg; the sultry whine in your voice caused him to shiver visibly.

“After dinner.” He grinned at you and started to eat again. You looked at him in disbelief. Was he really doing this on Christmas? You had half a mind to never play Companion again. “You won’t,” he said simply.

“We set rules for a reason!” You snapped at him. “My thoughts are mine,” you reiterated.

“Yes, well, when you think them so loud,” he said, taking a snapping bite of a roasted root vegetable of sorts.

“You are being cruel now.” You sighed and shook your head.

“Well, if you are a good little bunny the rest of dinner, when we get back to the Tardis, I will give you a very nice present,” he said, looking at you, tilting his head, and giving you this almost puppy-like expression.

“Fine! Fine…but stop teasing me…” You sighed, “I played your begging game; I was good.” you said quickly.

“And just be good the rest of dinner, and I will reward you. Good bunnies get rewards, remember,” he said with a nod, his dark chocolate eyes catching yours for a moment. You felt compelled to forgive him, to play along a bit longer; you nodded a bit.

“Okay,” you said softly, and as you shifted again, you poked at your food a bit, eating some of it, but you were on edge now, and you could tell he liked it, his glances at you, watching you, studying you; it wasn’t until the end of the meal, when he suggested dessert and sent the waiter away, that you felt the feeling again, how warm the slow, dragging circles against you felt.

You weakly submitted, letting your thighs fall open under the table a bit. A low sound escaped your throat as he locked eyes with you again, watching every micro-expression, how your breath hitched, how your heart raced, fluttering against your pulse point in your neck, how your arousal leaked, and how your body tried to stay still but ultimately gave little rocks.

“You are being so good, but shhh, you can’t make a peep… I don’t want you to get us kicked out,” he said, nodding solemnly, like it was your doing, like he wasn’t the complete reason.

You nodded quickly, biting your lower lip as you choked back a sound, covering your face with your hand, trying to quiet yourself and not draw attention to yourself. The feeling was so good, though, the vibration, the way the circles and drags felt like his own; you felt the pace get quicker, firmer, and you arched your hips forward a bit before quickly reeling yourself back in as you realized you were still very much in public and still very much in view of other people. Your only solace was that he wasn’t making comments now; he was focused on you, taking in every piece of information he could. You could safely say he was very giving when he was actually focused and not teasing.

Your core gave little throbs, and you made soft little ‘mhm’ sounds. Every movement, every feeling, you could feel your pleasure building; you felt the soft shake of your thighs, and you tried not to lean your head on the table as you panted, your hand slipping down to cover your mouth as nonchalantly as you could. You let out a soft whimpered ‘Master’ at him, and he made a pleased little ‘hm’ back at you. “You can cum…I’ll let you,” he whispered across the table at you. Your mind was hazy from the pleasure, but you needed to let go now; the pressure was building, and you were so close that you had to bite the cloth napkin to muffle the sounds you made as you felt your orgasm crash across you. Your face was warm from the heat of the blush, the feeling only fading as the aftershocks started to calm. His eyes slid over you, watching for you to mentally come back to him.

“Good bunny,” he praised, though it sounded more like a tease. You had a moment or two to compose yourself at the table before dessert came. It was some kind of crème with fruit. He motioned for it to be placed in front of you, then made a joke at the waiter and winked at you before the waiter left.

“What did you say?” you asked.

“Nothing to worry about, Bunny… Eat your dessert.” He nodded. “Do you like the gift? Just think, I don’t even have to be near you to be touching you.” He purred, while at first the thought sounded like him getting to play this game anytime he wanted, it did give you some joy because that meant he was thinking about you when he did if you were apart.

“I... do like the gift; in an odd roundabout way, it was very... thoughtful.” You nodded.

“Good, now eat up so we can hop out of here; I want to unwrap my best Christmas present,” he smirked at you.

[zyalahmiscfandom]

An Unexpected Trip Final: Dhawan!Master x f!Reader

AN: The final chapter of this little adventure. Again I apologise for any OOC Master moments, but then again it’s fanfic. So please enjoy.

MASTERLIST

The usually calming hum of the TARDIS engine was deafening in the silence between you and the Master. You simply watched as he led you around the console, never saying a word or letting go of your hand. This lasted for a good five minutes before the TARDIS arrived at it destination and the Master pulled on the handbrake.

“Master, you okay?” You knew the answer but had no idea what else to say. He chuckled dryly, his thumb stroking over your hand.

“Why do I let you do this to me?” He asked rhetorically with a sad smile. You couldn’t help the pang in your heart at his statement.

“I’m sorry Master.”

“For what?” He questioned.

“For everything,” You looked down at your joined hands. “For nagging you to let me see Phantom, for talking to Graham and Ace, for getting kidnapped and then stopping you from getting revenge.” Sometimes you wondered why he put up with you.  

“You know why I ‘put up with you’.” With his free hand he cupped your cheek, his eyes full of emotion, saying a million words and none at the same time.

“Master.” You whispered, leaning into his touch.

“And don’t apologise, none of this is your fault.”

“It’s not yours either.”  

He scoffed, dropping his hand from your cheek and letting your conjoined hand go. You were instantly cold without him, and wanted nothing more than his hands back in your own.

“Master…”

“You should head to the infirmary,” He sniffed, avoiding your gaze completely. “I’ll be there in a second, just have to make sure we’re completely hidden.”

You wanted to say something, to bring up the fact that he had already triple checked that the TARDIS was somewhere safe and hidden, but a growing lead ball in the pit of your stomach was telling you not to push. The Master was teetering on the jagged edge of a precipice, and you were terrified he’d fall in.

The ambient hallway to the infirmary was a lot shorter than usual, you didn’t know whether that was a good or bad sign. You’d thought you were getting pretty good at judging what the TARDIS was getting at with her chirps and beeps, and if a hallway was shorter usually it was because she wanted you somewhere fast. Whether it was because you were exhausted and needed to get to your room to sleep or because the Master needed you by his side asap.

You sat on the medical bed awkwardly, crunching your knuckles to try and relive some of your tense energy. You’d always hated this room, and that fact that the Master had the TARDIS make it specifically for you, after you had gotten hurt on one of his more dangerous outings. You remembered him chastising you the entire time he was patching you up.

“Is he mad at me?” You asked the ship. A low sad hum sounded in the room. Guilt once again flooded your system.

“I’m sorry if I scared him,” Silence from the ship, “And if I scared you. I really didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m so so sorry.” Tears fell from your eyes as you apologised profusely to the TARDIS. A soft soothing tone started radiating around the room. A small smile painted your lips.

“Thank you T, you always know what to say.”

“Maybe you should try listening to her, if you won’t listen to me.” The Masters cold voice entered the infirmary. Instinctively you turned to face him, and wished you hadn’t. His face was blank, an expressionless mask, with absolutely no light left in his eyes.

“Master, I…” You stuttered as he started rummaging through the sterilised stock cupboard. “I do listen to you.”

“Clearly not enough.” He sighed to himself as he pulled out a small vile you kind of recognised.

“Green Star Vitalis? Is it really that bad?” You questioned, the last time the Master had pulled out this medicine you had shattered your wrist playing rocket ball.

“It’s always that bad.” He solemnly stated as he handed you the bottle, you obediently downed the elixir. A cold buzzing tingle stared spreading through your entire body and pooled in your brain. It really didn’t feel like the last time you’d taken the medicine. As soon as the Master was happy you’d drunk the entire bottle he started backing away from you. Not wanting to lose his closeness you grabbed out, snatching his hand into your own.

“Master please,” You begged, “Please talk to me. Even if it’s just to yell at me.”

“Is that what you want?” He avoided your gaze. “Me to yell at you? I already told you this wasn’t your fault.”

“And I told you it wasn’t yours.”

“Yes it was!” The Master yelled. “They took you because of me! Because of what I am! Can’t you get that through your dense head!”

“Well I don’t blame you!” You yelled back, not letting his hand go so he couldn’t run away.

“Well why not?” He forcefully pulled his hand away, “Everyone does. Everyone always does.” His eyes became a manic mix of rage and sadness.

“I’m a monster Y/N. An aberration of everything good and right,” He rambled with a pained smile plastered across his face. “The anti-Doctor through and through. You should tremble at my feet and beg for me to spare you life. So why don’t you. WHY?!”

Your heart broke at his display. Silently you got off the bed, the Master’s eyes bulging as you moved unsure of what you were doing. Without a moment of hesitation you wrapped your arms around his quivering form. You placed your head on his shoulder as you squeezed him.

“Because I love you.” You hadn’t meant to tell him, it had just fallen out of your mouth. You regretted it when you felt the Masters body freeze, but you decided there was no backing out now, so you figured you’d double down.

“I know what you’re doing Master, but it wont work.” You willed your voice to stay strong even though your were terrified. “You are without a doubt the best thing that ever has or will happen to me. I have NEVER wanted you to be the Doctor, and I never will. I love you for who YOU are, for everything you’ve struggled through and still survived. You are my hero, my best friend and my home, and I just wish you could see you the way I see you, because Master you are everything to me. So please, please don’t shut me out.”

Salted tears of fear and relief welled in your eyes, you’d finally told him how you felt, you just hoped it was enough to convince him you’d never blame him for the mess UNIT had created.

“And if you don’t believe me, read my mind.” You sassed a little.

You felt the Masters shoulders sag as a little tension released from his form. You shuddered when you felt a breathy laugh peppering your bare neck. You felt so much weight lift from your heart when his limp arms finally found their way around you. He pressed you further into him, there was desperation to the embrace, one you felt in your soul, but for a very different reason.

“I wish you had told me sooner.” The Master lamented, a sad deep warning tone played in the room, destroying any calm you thought you’d had.

“M..Master?” You leaned back, looking him dead in the eyes, which where filled with unshed tears.

“I really, really thought this was for the best.”

“What…what are you..?” You stuttered.

“Shhhh, it’ll be okay. I promise, I’ll make this better.” He stroked your face tenderly.

“Make what better? Master what’s happening? What did you do?”

“That wasn’t Green Star Vitalis.”

“What!?” Terrified tears fell from your eyes, panic was quickly overtaking any coherent thought you might have had.

“It’s okay, I’ll fix this,” His tone was serious and full of grief. His calloused hands cupped your face softly, as darkness started to rapidly take over your mind. The last thing you remember was his lips against yours and two words.

“I promise.”

Black.  

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Groaning you rolled onto your back. A sharp pebble dug into your spine, eliciting a angry profanity escaping from your lips. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the post sleep brain fog.

Bright sunshine blared down on you in a town square. The pebble in your back was from the stone floor you’d been lying on. Confused you looked frantically around, trying to find absolutely anything that seemed familiar.

However nothing was clicking in your brain, not the town, any of the words on signs, and certainly not the confused looking monks that had gathered about ten feet away from you.

“Uhhhh…Hello?” You awkwardly waved, before the monks quickly started yelling at you in a foreign language, possibly Italian, or wait was that Latin?

Their angry yells and your confusion compounded into a fight or flight response, but before you could run for the hills, the advancing monks where halted by a loud, commanding voice.

“Oi, Monkies leave her alone!” You turned to face your saviour, a pretty red head in her late thirties early forties, held her hand out to you, as another person, a man in a long brown coat dealt with the monks. Gladly you took the womans hand.

Normally you would be more weary of strangers but this was not a normal situation.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem, I’m Donna by the way.” She replied kindly.

“Hi…” You started but where swiftly interrupted by a ridiculously tall and peppy brown haired man. The same one that had talked to the monks and seemingly gotten rid of them.

“And I’m the Doctor, nice to meet you…” He outstretched his hand to you, urging you to introduce yourself, but as you stared at his outstretched hand your mind went completely blank. There was nothing there. A void.

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t know who I am.”

And there we have it. So the Master wiped Y/N mind but why? And how the hell did she end up with Ten and Donna? Dun dun dun. 

[ao3feed-torchwood]

The Teas (12 x Reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53902150 by noodleleg They were called the Troublesome Trio. The Doctor, Bill Potts and Reader... They would gas a planet with laughs and save people by the dozen. They would conquer monsters and be hailed as heroes. But what really set them apart was their personalities. A very British orphaned lesbian with a deep love for the Doctor and adventure, A beautiful minded reader from a broken home who also loves the Doctor and the kindness he brings to all.. and then there's the Doctor himself... in love with a past companion he refuses to accept that it wasn't. his. fault. All have their flaws, let's see if they can fix eachother with lovely smiles and the fun they deserve. Words: 34390, Chapters: 9/20, Language: English Fandoms: Doctor Who, Torchwood Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Bill Potts, Reader, Thirteenth Doctor, Missy (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), The Master (Doctor Who), River Song, Jack Harkness, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Twelfth Doctor & Bill Potts, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald, Twelfth Doctor/Reader, Missy (Doctor Who)/Reader, Bill Potts & Reader, Thirteenth Doctor/Reader, Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader

[iwouldfuckthemaster]

Thinking about those fancy prom dresses with the big hoop skirt. They make me think of Dhawan! Master drag me into a hallway, hide under my giant skirt and eat me while random people walk or pass by.👅👅

[confusedhalfofthetime]

What about number 15. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” sorry, keep you busy I know 😊.

Don’t ever apologize for sending me asks! I love it and I had so much fun writing this one. Let me know if you liked it x

Plot: Y/N needs to attend a family event and, surprise surprise, the Master is gonna have to pretend to be her boyfriend. 

Prompts: “I’m too sober for this” “You don’t even drink” “Maybe I should start”.

Warning: none, cuteness overload

You were totally, absolutely panicking. No, scratch that, you were going nuts.

Your steps echoed in the silence of the TARDIS as you paced the floor of the control room, picking at your lips anxiously.

-What the hell are you doing?! - 

The Master walked in with an exasperated look.

-I'm trying to work, you know? - 

He had been all around the TARDIS trying to fix a few leaks or something like that. You didn't even know a time-travelling space ship could have leaks but they sounded dangerous.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry- you apologized without stopping your nervous walk.

The Master looked at you asking himself why the hell did he think bringing a human into his ship would be a good idea. He eventually gave in and asked you. -What's bothering you so much? -

You kept moving like a caged animal. 

-It's...you wouldn't understand- you stated waving him off.

-Y/N, I'm a thousand years old Time Lord, I think I can handle it- he said rolling his eyes impatiently.

You bit your lips. -It's my family- 

The Master signalled you to keep going.

-My parents called. They want me home for their anniversary-

-And? -

You sighed. -And I sort of...told them I was away...for a holiday...with my boyfriend-

The Master processed the information.

-...you're right there's nothing of this I understand-

You groaned in frustration. 

-They expect me to bring him with me tonight-

The Master blinked a few times, then he started laughing.

-Shut up!- you exclaimed covering your face with your hands. 

-No, I'm flattered, really-

To be fair, you and the Master were...partners. Kinda. You didn't exactly know how to define your relationship. You kissed sometimes, mainly when one of you was excited about something and you had sex rather often. The Master could be very sweet but you couldn't really picture him as anyone's boyfriend. Mainly because he would label it as something stupid and human, which usually were synonymous in his vocabulary. But you were fine with what you had, he was special to you and you knew you were special to him, even if he would never admit it.

-I'm screwed- you said collapsing on the counter.

-Just lie to them, say he was busy doing...human...stuff-

You raised your hands in the air. -I can't! They'll know it's not true, they already have their suspicions and they'll think I made the trip up just to stay away from them or maybe that I was abducted by aliens or something-

-To be fair, you kinda were-

You glanced at him with loath. -You're so useless-

-What else do you expect me to do? -

Suddenly, an idea made your eyes light up. You looked at the Master with a mischievous smile.

-What? -

You kept staring at him in silence.

-What?? Y/N what's...oh no-

Your eyes became pleading.

-No way, uh uh-

-Pleeeaase-

The Master turned around and started walking out of the room, still muttering how he would never agree to your crazy plan.

-I agree with your crazy plans all the time! -you bit back.

-This is different-

-No, it's not, it's just for one night- you managed to get in front of him and block his path.

-One night, nothing more-

-Y/N I'm no good with...- he gestured toward you. 

-Humans? Families? -

-Both-

You rolled your eyes. -You'll just have to make up a story about your fake job and your fake life, it's nothing you haven't done before-

His teeth started nibbling at his bottom lip. You could tell he was considering it.

-It might actually be fun- you tried.

-Do I get to kill any of your relatives? -

-No! -

-Then how much fun can it be! -

You took a deep breath.

-Okay, what about this. I promise I will make it up to you- 

The Master seemed interested.

-How? -

-However you want- you took a step closer, the implications clear in your voice.

The Master looked down at your lips, then he groaned.

-Fine! -

-Yes! - you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. -You are the best! - 

You hopped away, not hearing the Master whispering: -I'm gonna regret this-

Your parents' house had always been such a cosy place and you found it hadn't changed at all. You had missed it, in a sense. 

Your family was numerous so the small living room and the kitchen were already filled with people when you arrived.

The Master kept fixing his tie nervously while you rang the bell.

-Calm down-

-Don't tell me to calm down, I'm gonna be in a house full of humans and I won't even be able to compress a few of them into ants and stomp on...-

-Mum! -

Your mother squeezed you tightly, cooing about how much she had missed you.

-Oh, you must be Y/N's boyfriend...-

-Sacha, it's so nice to meet you-

You glanced at him as he pleasantly smiled and shook your mother's hand. You had seen him do this many times but you still couldn't figure out how a murderous aline could transform in such a lovely human being.

-The pleasure is all mine. Now, come in-

You were greeted by the whole family, hugging you and patting you on the shoulder as you introduced them to your boyfriend. The Master's facade never crumbled, not even for a second, no matter how intrusive your father's questions were.

-And where do you work? -

-I'm a risk analyst here in London- he said eating his food. You were sitting beside him, feeling a little tense. You trusted him, but you hoped your exuberant family wouldn't make him lose his cool.

-It's so nice to see our little Y/N finally finding someone! She's always been such a lonely kid-

-Mum...- you said through gritted teeth. The Master smiled at you with a soft look in his eyes. You knew once you were back in the TARDIS, you would never see the end of it.

-And now look at her! She's practically got heart eyes-

-Mum! -

The Master laughed. He was having way too much fun.

-So tell us, how did you meet? -

You looked at each other. You hoped he had a good story.

-We met during a workshop. A colleague introduced us and we hit it off pretty quickly. I knew she was special right away- he said.

You looked at him with a half-smile.

-So I asked her out for a coffee and then for dinner and then a movie and...here we are-

-Aw, how sweet- chipped one of your aunts. -We were starting to think little Y/N would remain all by herself forever, but luckily she found you-

-She'd be fine all by herself- he said in your defence. -She's a tough one- 

You were starting to like this.

After lunch, everybody moved either to the garden or to the living room. For a while, you lost the Master as you helped your mum with the dishes and talked about how happy you were with your boyfriend and how incredible your trip had been. Oh, if she only knew.

Once you moved to the living room, you were met by a scene you never thought could present to you.

The Master was being tackled by your little cousins who seemed to be having the time of their life climbing on his shoulders as he pretended to be some sort of monster. 

-Oh, no, I'm being defeated! - you heard him exclaim.

He was...surprisingly good with kids. You didn't expect that and you found yourself smiling at the sight, thinking that no one can pretend that well.

-Look at you, you're practically drooling- 

Your cousin Joyce was looking at you with a knowing smile on her lips. 

-No, I'm not-

-Oh, come on, he's your boyfriend, it's only normal- she said looking at him playing with the kids. -He's good uh? -

-Yeah- you said keeping that stupid smile on your face.

-Do you think you'll have kids of your own one day? I mean, you two seem pretty serious- 

You shook your head. -Nah, he's...not really the type-

-I wouldn't say so- she said glancing at them once again. 

Now the Master was finally up on his feet and the kids were running out to play. He looked tired but strangely happy. He saw you looking at him and smiled at you. You waved at him, but before he could walk toward you, your grandma stopped him and started talking. You tried not to laugh at the scene. A dangerous Time Lord was now having a conversation with an eighty-something-year-old woman. That was gonna be good.

Unfortunately, your cousin dragged you away, eager to know every "spicy detail" about your love life.

After about an hour, you and the Master were finally able to talk in peace. 

You were near the buffet when he leaned against the table with a dramatic sigh. Aand he was back.

-You're alive- you told him eating a chip.

-Surprisingly. How long have we been here? If we don't leave soon I'm gonna regenerate-

You smiled amusedly.

-You're doing great-

-Your grandmother is incredibly long-winded-

-She's 84-

-And I'm two thousand years old, so? She's practically a child to me-

-...weird- you said. -What did you even talk about? -

-She started rambling about how cute of a child you were and suddenly we were talking about her prosthetic hip-

You laughed soundly. -Oh, I can't believe I missed that! -

He glanced at you and you stopped. -Sorry- you said.

He sighed nervously. -I'm too sober for this-

You frowned. -You don't even drink-

-Well, maybe I should start! - 

You gave him a glass of wine and he took a sip.

-Disgusting- he said squinting his eyes.

You smiled. 

-You were pretty cute back there with my cousins-

The Master straightened his back.

-They were attacking me-

-Mh, you were playing with them-

-I was defending myself, those things are vicious-

-I should have brought a camera, I didn't know I would witness something like that-

-You're such a little brat-

You shrugged. -It's a gift, what can you do? -

-I have a few ideas in mind-

As much as you liked the turn the conversation was taking, you were interrupted again. 

The rest of the day went by pretty nicely if you had to be honest. You liked seeing your family again but mainly seeing the Master having to interact with them and you had to admit, he had been pretty amazing.

Once you were back in the TARDIS, the Master let himself fall on the closest chair. 

-That went well-

-It was the most exhausting experience of my entire life and that's saying something- he said.

You went to sit on his lap.

-Yes it was, but you were great- you said kissing him.

-Thank you- you added. -That meant a lot-

The Master looked at you seriously. 

-Don't mention it. But know that next time you'll have to find someone else to play your boyfriend-

-You wouldn't let anyone else do that- you teased.

-And that, my dear, is true- he said kissing you again. 

[hauntingcryptids]

Look To The Future Now

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After going to a Christmas party, The Reader drops off a present for The Master for Christmas and The Master returns the kindness.

Based On This Request - 

Warnings - The Master being drunk and lonely/self-deprecating/depressed, breaking into the reader’s apartment, some suggestive themes, some references to canon. This is a canon-divergent fic - The Power of The Doctor happened, but The Doctor didn’t regenerate and the reader and Yaz still travel with her.

Word Count - 3308

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I got emotional writing this Christmas fic, too! I hope that you enjoy this and have an amazing Christmas!

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Graham and Ryan were hosting the annual Christmas party this year. Before they decided to leave, you and the rest of your friends would have a little party in the TARDIS for the holidays before briefly returning to Earth to celebrate with your families and your friends. Graham extended this tradition to the group he started: the support group for previous companions of The Doctor.

The lot of you were cramped in Graham and Ryan’s home. Some companions didn’t join the party upon hearing that The Doctor would be there, though. They meant no ill will by it; they just weren’t ready to see their old alien friend again after so much time apart. Most of those who chose not to attend, in fact, bought The Doctor little trinkets and presents with notes containing apologies for their absences that Graham passed along to The Doctor. 

Other than a few mentions of past trauma, everyone had a wonderful time at the party. There was delicious food, party games, and general kindness in the air. 

You, however, weren’t having the best time. The festivities were happy and loving, but the number of people in attendance was draining. It was exciting to be with your new friends at the beginning of the party, but now you felt sluggish. All you wanted was to go home and sleep, but there was one stop you had to make before the night was over.

You had a gift prepared for The Master. And, obviously, you couldn’t just ask The Doctor to take you to The Master so you could give him a Christmas present. She would suspect you of being a spy if you did that. So you had to go through tons of shenanigans in order to get his present to him.

The Doctor dropped you off at your apartment and said her goodbyes and happy Christmases and planned for when she would pick you up again before leaving to drop some other people off at their homes. Once you knew that The Doctor was gone and not returning, you retrieved The Master’s gift and walked back out into the cold in order to enact your plan.

You had always been close to The Master since he was first introduced to you as O. You were a new companion to The Doctor at the time and The Master, or O rather, comforted you throughout the adventure and your dealings with the Kasaavin. Even after he revealed himself as The Master, he tried to be as comforting to you as possible, as possible as Time Lord can be when he knew that he was going to crash a plane.

You had O’s number from that adventure and when The Doctor went missing after everything that happened on Gallifrey you took a chance and texted The Master. Basically, you poured your heart out to him. You were so overwhelmed by everything that you had witnessed and been through and you didn’t know how to handle your life now that so much had changed. Graham and Ryan were supportive, but they didn’t understand what you were feeling, and like you, Yaz was breaking down over the loss of The Doctor. 

It took a couple of days, but The Master responded. He said every word, every phrase, every feeling you needed to hear, and more. He would text you to make sure you were doing okay, and he would ask if you needed his help, even though he was trying to keep a low profile at the moment. When the two of you were free, The Master and you would call each other and talk about everything on your minds. He was the biggest support you had during that time in your life and part of you sensed that he felt the same way about you.

Eventually, the two of you meet up in person. Because you were aligned with The Doctor, even though you had a soft spot for The Master, you were weary of The Master’s motives. So you requested to meet up in a public place. 

There was a little canal that ran through a cosy marketplace in your town. Oftentimes, people would go to the cafe or the bakery and then feed the ducks by the canal. You asked The Master to meet you at the canal and when you arrived, The Master was already sitting on a bench wrapped in Christmas lights feeding the ducks. You had bought The Master some hot chocolate from the cafe and some double chocolate muffins which he devoured; you worried if he was actually taking care of himself, but you were too scared to ask him that at the time. 

Meeting on the little bench, permanently wrapped in Chritsmas lights, by the duck-filled canal became your routine meeting spot with The Master. So, it was the only logical location, in your mind, to leave The Master’s gift.

Finally, after walking a long way from your flat, you made it to the bench. It was very cold and dark out. The Christmas lights everywhere did make everything seem warmer, but every once in a while, the bitter wind would cut through many layers and make you wince. 

You placed The Master’s present under the bench and placed a homing beacon on it. You had gotten the beacon from The Master. You were only supposed to use it in emergency circumstances only, but you made a telepathic wish to The Master’s TARDIS to take the beacon lightheartedly. Lastly, you left a thermos of hot chocolate and a small lunchbox filled with double chocolate muffins by the present. You made those instead of getting them from the cafe and the bakery by the canal so they would be fresher when The Master received them. If he received them. Your versions of the sweet treats probably weren’t as good in comparison, but you tried your best and you hoped that The Master would appreciate the sentiment. Now, you could return to your home and sleep. 

After travelling back to your flat you walked in and sleepily fumbled out of your party clothes and into your sleep clothes. You kept the majority of your lights off, but you turned on your Christmas lights so you weren’t stumbling around in complete darkness. Sooner rather than later, you completely passed out under your many blankets that you had dragged onto your couch.

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The Master stumbled out of his TARDIS into the bitter cold wind of December. He was a bit tipsy and very upset. He wasn’t ignorant of The Doctor’s affinity for this time of the year and instead of trying to destroy the planet Earth, he chose to torture himself. He followed The Doctor and you on your adventures throughout the day. He was mainly just doing it to make fun of all the weird Humany Christmas stuff that you and The Extended Fam were getting up to, along with peering at your beauty, but then the two of you went to the party. That’s when The Master started drinking. Everyone looked so happy to be there partying on Christmas. And he was all alone and miserable.

The Master pouted away from stalking you and The Doctor’s companions when The Doctor and Yaz got caught under the mistletoe together. They bumbled around the encounter which made The Doctor roll his eyes in annoyance.

The Master certainly wasn’t jealous of The Doctor at that moment. He just wanted to be included in something like this, even though he hated holiday celebrations like that. He could have gotten stuck under the mistletoe with you if he had been invited. He would have liked that. Especially the part where he would get to see your shocked face upon realising the situation you were in. And kissing you, of course. Kissing you would obviously be the best part of that holiday ritual.

The Master was planning on going to some random planet and killing or taking over something in order to distress from witnessing you having fun without you. But then his TARDIS beeped rapidly and piloted him back to Earth.

“No! No. Listen to me, I am your Master, and you will obey me! We are not going back to Earth. What is up with you?” The Master drunkenly rambled as he tried to take back control of his ship. 

The staggered through the semi-crowded streets of equally lonely drunk people until he got a ping on his TCE. It was a message from The TARDIS directing him into the middle of your town. He followed the directions that his TARDIS gave him until he stood in front of the bench he would always sit at until you arrived to join him with hot chocolate and muffins. The Master looked around, but you were nowhere to be seen. So why would his TARDIS lead him here?

“Why are you bringing me here? Y/n’s not here. What the point of making go to Earth when Y/n isn’t even present?!” The Master telepathically yelled at his ship while dramatically, and drunkenly, looked around to see if you were hiding somewhere.

“Look under the bench, Master.” If The TARDIS had eyes, she would have rolled them dramatically at his antics.

“Don’t take that tone with me! I don’t believe in Human Christmas, but there is no need for you to be so glib on a day like today.” 

Despite his pouty attitude, The Master did as he was told and looked under the bench. To his surprise, he found a neat-looking present with a thermos and a lunchbox beside it. He turned off the homing beacon before briefly inspecting what was before him. The present was a decently sized box in purple wrapping paper with a bronze-coloured ribbon tied around it. There was also a little tag attached with ‘The Master’ written on it in your handwriting. Have you gotten him a present? Impossible! You wouldn’t have done that for him. This must be a cruel trick by The Doctor or one of The Master’s enemies. This definitely wasn’t your kindness.

Despite his scepticism, The Master took the presents that were apparently his. He carefully tucked the present under his arm, while delicately carrying the thermos and lunchbox in his hands, and headed back to his ship in order to examine the present more thoroughly. 

The Master, impatiently, chose to investigate the present by the console instead of walking all the way to his study. He was tired and sad and believed that this was just a cruel joke that he wanted to get over with as soon as possible.

The Master opened the thermos first. He smelled the liquid inside expecting it to smell like poison, but it smelled like the hot chocolate you made for him that one time the two of you got rained out and had to rush to your apartment in order to simulate the routine the two of you had built together. He then opened the lunchbox and saw muffins similar to the ones that you always bought him. The Master was beginning to believe that this was actually a present from you, but for both his physical and emotional safety he couldn’t be positive until he ran some tests.

The Master talked absentmindedly while doing some exams over the box and the food and drink. The TARDIS beeped impatiently. She believed him to be ridiculous and just wanted him to properly enjoy all of the work and care you put into this gift. The Master sensed her annoyance.

“What? Do you want this probable bomb to explode and kill us both?”

“It’s just a present, Master! It’s from Y/n. There is no need to act like this.”

The Master sighed. Part of him wanted this to all be a trick. He had grown used to people hating him, using him, betraying him. It would make sense for you to do the same. He didn’t know how to be good for you. He didn’t know how to be who you needed. If all of this was a trick, then he wouldn’t have to face his fears of being an inferior potential partner to you.

“Are you positive?” The Master asked vulnerably.

“Y/n wouldn’t trick you. Y/n would never do something like that to you, Master. You know that.” The TARDIS beeped reassuringly.

The Master sighed again, but, finally, he opened your gift.

Inside was a vinyl record, Nightflight to Venus by Boney M., and a Russian doll painted to look like him in his Rasputin costume. The Master moved from the console to one of his sofas to get a better look at the gifts while enjoying the treats you made for him. The Master then opened up the record in order to play the album and when he looked at the songbook, he saw that you had written a little note around on the page dedicated to the song “Rasputin.”

‘I should be really upset about everything that happened that day, but you look surprisingly amazing in that costume, and I was completely mesmerised by your dancing! :)’

The Master smirked then picked up the Russian doll to see if you had hidden any other sweet notes inside. He separated that body and saw that the next doll looked like him in his seismology professor outfit with, as he expected, a little note in between the layers.

‘I need you to one day explain what Ace meant by “when I last saw you, you used to be half cat” comment.’

The Master laughed at that note. He didn’t think that you were ready for that conversation yet. The next layer of the Russian doll was painted to look like The Master in his purple outfit that he wore on Gallifrey. This note was much more sentimental.

‘I will never be able to understand the full history between you and The Doctor, but I hope that you understand that I am here for you if you ever need someone to talk to or just be with.’

The Master took a deep breath before removing that layer and moving on to the next which looked like the outfit he wore when he was captured by the Kasaavin.

‘I am so sorry that you had to spend seventy-seven years alone.’

Again, The Master paused before continuing. He enjoyed both the flirty and the caring moments he got to experience with you, but sometimes the kinder moments startled him. He wasn’t used to that sort of attitude being directed his way, even though he loved knowing that you felt this way toward him. 

The penultimate layer was painted to look like him in the tux he wore to Barton’s party during your first adventure together.

‘You looked amazing in that tux! You should wear stuff like that more often.’

Again, The Master chuckled at your note. But he assumed that you wrote something more sentiment for the next layer and he tried to prepare himself. 

The final layer was him in the outfit he wore as O when the two of you first met. And he was right about the sentimentality of your note.

‘Sometimes I wish that we had met under different circumstances. Not in a bad way, but sometimes I worry that The Doctor’s perception of you clouded my early image of you. I’m sorry about that, Master.’

The Master upon first look thought that the final doll was solid wood, but after turning it around in his fingers in thought over your notes he noticed that it opened as well. Inside, there was a full letter from you, not just a little note.

Master,

I didn’t really know whether to be funny or cute with the comments and notes, so I just kinda did both. But I want you to know that I do care about you. I really do. 

It is really difficult to still be friends with The Extended Fam and The Doctor while also being interested in you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I care about you and don’t care about what they have to say. 

Sometimes I wish that they would just try to understand you, but I’m afraid that they won’t. I’ll be here, though. As long as you’ll have me. I’ll be here.

Anyway, I hope that you have an amazing Christmas, Master, and a very happy New Year!

With care,

Y/n

The Master jumped up from his seat and ran to the console, but The TARDIS had already piloted him to your apartment. He was emotional, of course, but why should he wallow in his TARDIS alone when he could be with you and return the feelings you had expressed to him?

Once he was by your flat, The Master knocked frantically on your door, but you didn’t answer. The Master grew impatient and fearful. Something could have happened to you, but if nothing had and you were just busy, that didn’t matter. The Master needed to see you now!

The Master broke into your flat with his TCE and manically began looking for you. Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to look very far as you were sleeping soundly on your couch. The Master let out a sigh of relief and closed the door to your flat as quietly as possible. He then walked over to your couch and sat with his back on the armrest closest to where your head was.

The sadness of the day, the alcohol, and the surprise and happiness of you giving The Master a Christmas gift all caught up to him at once and he just felt incredibly tired. So, The Master leaned his head back on the arm of the couch and quickly fell asleep.

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You stirred back into the world of awakeness after having a beautiful dream about spending a Christmas with The Master with no sneaking around or hiding or secret meetings. It was just the two of you being together with no judgment. It was a beautiful dream, but like all beautiful dreams, it ended too soon.

To your surprise, when you awoke you saw The Master sleeping in a sitting position against your couch, his head resting uncomfortably against the arm of it.

“Master … Master!” You shook The Master awake. 

“Y/n! What time is it?” 

“About three in the morning. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to thank you for the present.”

“You didn’t need to do that. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You readjusted yourself on the couch from kind of lying down position to one where you were fully sitting up and you placed your hand on the armrest. The Master then rested his head against your hand.

“Are you still tired?” The Master nodded against your hand.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want. It would be better than sleeping on the floor against the arm of the couch.” The Master gave you a hooded look; a look that gave the impression that he was about to pounce on you. But something in his eyes changed mid glance, they became softer, more thoughtful.

“We could always go back to my TARDIS. Get you a room. Or just have you stay in mine.” You looked into the eyes of the Time Lord before you for a moment, inspecting to see if he was telling you the truth or tricking you. A wide smile spread across your face upon feeling the truth radiating from him.

“Seeing and sleeping in The Doctor’s Best Enemy’s bedroom … That would be quite the Christmas present!” And with that, The Master carried you to his TARDIS for the night or however long you wished to stay with him. Your life and relationship with The Master had only just begun!

[sessa23]

Stolen with a kiss ( Dhawan!doctor x Whittaker!master x reader)

(This is my first time writing for dhawan!doctor and Whittaker!master. I hope you enjoy it.)

(Y/F/N = your fake name. Y/F/D = your favourite drink)

Doctor, I thought you said that the master had died?" You questioned, this caused the doctor to turn to you "Yes, I did say that but the master...he always seems to come back from the dead."

You watch as he leaned on the console and sighed, he turned to you and smiled "come on Y/N I'll take you to where ever you would like to go." You went to reply but the TARDIS began shake violently and this threw you back, thinking quickly you grabbed onto the railing near the console.

"What's going on?" You asked as the doctor kept trying to take control of his TARDIS "something is pulling the TARDIS out of the time vortex, if we don't act now we could end up anywhere." You looked at the doctor "what can I do to help?" The doctor was pressing buttons and fiddling with the controls.

"There are two levers which I will need you to pull one of them, this should stop what ever is pulling the TARDIS." The doctor stated as he ran over to the lever,  he then pointed to the other lever. You ran to that lever and held on "ready?" The doctor asked, you nodded "Now!" The doctor exclaimed before you both pulled down the lever

Sparks started to come from console as the TARDIS began to wheeze and groan. The doctor turned and looked at the screen "we are coming into land, hang on." You quickly grabbed onto the rail and held on for dear life, the TARDIS stopped with a thud. The doctor came over to you "are you okay Y/N?" You looked up at him, his deep beautiful brown eyes pulling you in "Yeah...im great"

There was more Sparks that came from the tardis console, both of you turned to the console. "That doesn't look good." You stated, the doctor ran over "im going to have to reset the TARDIS." You ran over to the desk in the console room and pulled out your sweet dreams lipstick from your handbag into your pocket along with two other gadgets from your time in Mi7.

The doctor was pressing all the buttons and flipping the levers. "Once I start the reset, we have 30 seconds to get out of here....or we'll die." The doctor looked up at you and then looked back down "I don't know what I would do if I lost you." He whispered, you walked away from the desk and over near the door. "Okay here goes." The doctor then pulled down the lever and the TARDIS starts to shake. The doctor grabs you by hand and you both run out the TARDIS

You turned and saw the the console was folding back into the TARDIS. Once you were outside, he quickly shut the door. "Okay the TARDIS is resetting, once the reset is complete we can go." You nodded before looking around "where are we?" You asked, the doctor pulled out his sonic and scanned the area. He then looked at his sonic "according to these readings we are on the planet zygote"

"Excuse me?" A voice asked, this caused you and the doctor to turn around. You saw a creature "I need some help from the police." The doctor put his hand up "no we're not-" he trailed as the creature stopped him and pointed to the TARDIS "This is a Police phone box is it not? I mean you wouldn't be in a police box if you were not really police."

The person nodded "My name is charles Bartholomew. I need your help, there have been some strange things occurring ever since the club was taken over by the new owner. People have gone missing, some people have been behaving as if they are under some kind of enchantment. Now there are strange things happening down in the mines."

The doctor looked "Let's take a look down at the mines." You went to walk but charles stopped you "im terribly sorry but the lift only has room for two people and any more would raise suspicion." The doctor went to say something but you stopped him "Doctor it's okay I'll go to the club and investigate." You knew that the Doctor would not like this but there was no choice, he took the watch off your wrist and put the sonic against it." After a few moments he handed it back to you.

"Here Y/N, I have upgraded your watch, it will allow me to keep track of you, now please be careful. He whispered as he looked at you before he handed you your own psychic paper. You offered your phone to him "here so you can be in contact with me." The doctor put his fingers to your temple and closed his eyes, he then took his fingers away and stepped back. "Please Y/N be careful." He replied before he turned and followed them to the mine.

You went to the club while the doctor walked to the mines. You showed the security guard your psychic paper and told them that you name was Y/F/N and that you were reviewing the club. The security guard let you in, you looked all around as you looked for anything suspicious you came to the bar and sat down, there were people gambling. Some people were some people dancing infront of the stage, it looked like a regular club. While you were sitting, the bartender came up to you

"I can I get your you?" They asked, you thought for a moment "I'll get a y/f/d, please." You turned and looked for anything suspicious. You sipped your drink and you spotted a door opening from next to the stage. You got up but as you did you tripped and you flicked your drink in the face of a security guard "im terribly sorry about that." You stated as you put your glass down and grabbed a serviette. The guard growled and threw the glass on the floor

"You people think that you can always do what you want" he hissed you were confused "I...I tripped im sorry." The man grabbed you and signalled for some other guards "you'll have to deal with my boss." You turned to try and get some help.

It was then when you spotted a brown haired woman, her bob bounching as she was walking down the stairs. She was wearing a black jumpsuit with gold thread pattern, something about her screamed authority. A guard turned to you "You're in trouble now love."

"Gentlemen, what is going on?" She asked as she came over towards you and the guards at the bar. "This person is being removed, because they started a fight." One guard stated,You shook your head "excuse me! that is a lie, I tripped over and spilt my drink." The woman put her hand up "take your hands off them, you have more important things to do." The guards took their hands off you and walked away without another word.

The woman smiled at you "im terribly sorry about that, now..." she trailed as she came over the the bar and signalled the bartender "could you please make another drink for this patron and i'll have a margarita." The woman stated to the bartender, the bartender nodded "no problem ma'am" you looked at the bartender, there was something about his eyes that seemed off, they were glassy.

"I'm Odette, I own this place. I have never seen you here before, are you from out of town." You thought for a moment "Yeah you could say that, I'm Y/F/N" as your drink arrived in front of you before you sipped your drink." Your head felt fuzzy for a moment, you shook your head as the feeling then started to fade. You saw that for a brief moment, odette looked confused. "So Odette if you don't mind me asking, how did you get your hands on this establishment?"

"I won this establishment in a poker game, the previous owner was willing to bet everything against me and being a woman, people always seem to underestimate me." You sipped your drink "people underestimate me all the time, in someways it's brilliant." Your head began to feel fuzzy again but after a few moments the feeling vanished "I would love to stay and chat Y/F/N but I'm afraid I need to have a stern chat with the guards in my office." She replied as she smiled before walking away.

"Found anything in the club Y/N." The doctor asked, this stared you because you heard his voice inside your mind. "You startled me." You replied. "I have made it so we can communicate with each other telepathically"

You drank your drink "that's amazing." You stated as you thought for a moment  "There is something about the owner that just seems off about the owner but I cannot put my finger on it."  The doctor was silent for a moment before he spoke again "I picked up some strange readings down here, the workers down here don't even notice I'm here, their eyes look glazed over." You watched as some guards headed up to an office, "I'm going to check something out"  You stated as you followed the guards and headed up to the office. "Be careful Y/N" the Doctor responded, you took a deep breath and opened the door.

You saw that the office was well lit with a chandelier, the room was empty and so you entered, The office was beautifully decorated, with black and gold accessories and a black book case that covered the entire wall, there were wooden floors . The desk was a wooden period desk and had a leather chair, there was also a leather chase lounge in the corner. It was then when you spotted a door which was slightly open. You walked into that room and spotted a screen with footage of the mines and the club, there were also various files and devices on shelves, it was then when you heard a door open. You turned and saw the book shelf open.

"I did not work hard to have everyone under my enthral to have this plan ruined by them. I want you to go and ensure that everything is ahead of schedule." Odette ordered You watched as the person she was talking to nodded "yes we have almost acquired all the needed materials." Odette stood up and picked up a device from the table and pointed it at the guard who grabbed you at the bar earlier "As for you, I thought I told you to bring the human to me without causing a scene. You failed to obey me." The guard went to protest but Odette pressed the button and the guard turned into a miniature doll.

You watched as odette walked over and picked up the doll, she turned to one one of the guards in the room "tissue compression, it's a classic...but you're not going to remember that." She then put the little doll on her desk. Before you saw her turn to the window "find the human and bring them to me, and tell the workers to activate the device. Give the doctor and his little pet a proper welcome."

You gasped as you looked at all the information in front of you. It all made sense, "It's odette....she's the one behind all of this, Doctor." You whispered "Y/N, get out of there" the Doctor whispered, you nodded "okay I'm coming now." You whispered as you went and looked into the office, the room was now silent and you saw a door close. You suck out of the room and snuck past the desk and headed towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Odette questioned, you gasped and turned to face Odette "I was just looking for the bathroom, one of the bartenders told me it was up here but i guess i took a wrong turn. I have to go." You replied as you went to leave but Odette grabbed you and pulled you in for a kiss, you tried to pull away but odette held onto your arms tightly as she kissed you hard on the lips.

She then pulled away and smirked at you, your vision blurred slightly as you put your hands in your pockets and found that you lipstick was gone. "Looking for this?" Odette questioned as she held your lipstick in her hand. "You...you're wearing my lipstick" You blinked as you tried to walk to the door to get away from Odette but you stumbled as the room began to spin. "Where do you think you're running off to Y/N?" Odette whispered as she walked in front of you and locked the door. "Your eyes widened "how did you know?" You questioned

Odette chuckled as her turned back to face you "Don't worry pet, I'm not going to hurt you." She cooed as she walked towards you, you fell foward into her embrace. "Who...are you...really?" You slurred, the woman infront of you looked down at you and chuckled slightly "You may call me...master." she whispered, you gasped "Master? That's the Doctor's..." you trailed as the world around you faded into darkness. The master caressed your cheek "sweet dreams

[wincheskka]

This Girl

Pairing : Dhawan!Master x Fem!Reader

Summary : You and the Master are arguing when a young girl interrupts you, who is this girl ?

Genre/Warning : Angst, mention of death  (If there are any other warnings let me know)

A/N : Hey everyone, just want to let you know this is my version of the centenary episode so there's the cybermasters and yaz is hypnotized. I make myself cry writing it

English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for the spelling mistakes.

You watch the Master walk towards the Doctor with a smirk, the Doctor does not move :

"So you're not dead" Said the Doctor not surprised to see him in front of her.

The Master's smirk widened "I never die, you should know that Doctor"

You stand a little away from them, but close enough for you to hear them, Yaz who is hypnotized by the Master is in front of you.

"Missed me ?" asks the Master sarcastically.

You knew this question is for the Doctor but you want to answer him, that yes you missed him even if you would never say it out loud. All this time you thought he was dead really hurt you and you couldn't talk to Yaz about it and especially not to the Doctor. But seeing him alive in front of you brings you happiness.

You knew the Master when he was Harold Saxon, you were the Doctor's companion. When the Master took control of the Earth with the toclafanes, he locked you in a room, he never hurt you, when he came to see you it was just to discuss. At first you were afraid of him and didn't talk at all, but with the time you trusted him and so you talked to him. You realized you fallen in love with him. You were ashamed because what he did to the Doctor, Jack and the humans on your own planet was truly horrible, but your heart decided it belonged to the Master and it still does.

You look at the Master not knowing what to do, you love him but you are angry at him.

"This is the day you die" Said the Master to the Doctor.

"Master stop !" You exclaim.

The Master turns his head to look at you, the Doctor does the same, worried for your safety.

"I don't think I heard what you said love"

You love it so much when he calls you like that and he knows it that's why he does it. You look at the Master with supplication. He walks towards you.

"Can you repeat love" He stops in front of you.

You don't look at him instead you look at the floor, you take a deep breath and look him in his eyes "Please stop it"

He smirks at you "Why would I ?"

You look down, unable to look him in the eyes anymore, because you know you might cry. All you want is to be with him, travel with him, destroy planets with him, just be able to be happy with him.

The Master takes your chin and makes you look at him "Look at me and tell me why, why should I stop"

"For…F-For me" You say shyly.

He lets go your chin and looks at you surprised "For you ? Why would I do it for you ?"

"Cause I'm the only person who knows that you're not bad as you pretend to be"

The Master sneers at your words "Oh love you are so wrong"

"If I'm wrong, then why were you so kind to me the first time we met ?"

"Kind ?! I've never been kind to you !"

"So why when you took over the Earth, you came every day, brought me my meals and talked with me, even laughed with me, don't you call that kindness ?" You tell him in despair.

"I was manipulating you love"

You shake your head knowing he's lying. You look away and look at the Doctor seeing her shocked by what you said, she never knew about it. You look once again at the Master.

"You weren't manipulating me, I think you liked me and you still do, if I'm wrong tell me why I'm not hypnotized like Yaz ?"

This time it's the Master who looks away, you smile proud to have disconcerted him. He turns away from you to go back to talk to the Doctor but before he takes another step, you grab his arm, he turns and looks at you sternly, you let go his arm.

"Master please, for once tell me the truth" You beg him because you are tired of his lies.

He opens his mouth to speak but he is interrupted when two cybermasters come into the room, they hold a young girl who is struggling with all her strength, the two cybermasters stop in front of you two.

"LET ME GO !!!" Shouts the girl. She looks like she's 15 years old, you notice her hair is the same color as yours. She still struggles, ordering to let her go.

You're worried about this young girl. What's she doing here ? What's the Master going to do with her ?

"Why did you bring this girl ?" The Master asks the two cybermasters with annoyance.

The girl stops struggling when she hears the Master's voice. Now you can see her eyes, they look so much like Master's.

"She was wandering in the corridor" a Cybermaster replies.

The Master looks at the girl trying to figure out if she is there to ruin his plans. The girl looks at him in confusion.

"Dad ?!" She exclaims with incomprehension.

You frown and look to the Master for answers but he aslo frowns in confusion, you look at the girl again, she also turns her head to look at you. Her eyes widen and you can see tears forming in her eyes, her lips start to quiver.

"M…m-mom?!" She said with a tear running down her cheek.

You are even more confused, you look at the Master who is also looking at you. The Master shakes his head coming out of his thoughts.

"Lock them both in a room !" Order the Master to the cybermasters pointing at you and the girl.

A cybermaster moves away from the girl and comes towards you, you don't run away, you just look at the Master angrily, the cybermaster grabs one of your arms and moves you forward. The Master looks at you one last time then he turns to finish what he started. The Doctor watches you walk out with the girl, with a look of understanding.

~

The Cybermasters take you both into a room, they close the door leaving you alone, you know they stand guard in front of the door so you couldn't run away. You sigh in annoyance, then you turn and look around to find an exit but nothing, there's only a large bookcase and a small sofa. You sigh a second time.

You look at the young girl, she looks at you with so much admiration but also sadness, a tear runs down her cheek. You frown not understanding why she looks at you like that.

"What's your name ?" You ask her softly with a little smile.

Her lips quiver as she pronounces her name, you always liked this name.

"Nice to meet you, my name is (Y/N)"

"I-I know" she said shyly.

You frown, don't understand why she knows your name and why she called you mom the first time she saw you. "Why did you call me mom ?"

"Because you are" she replies with tears in her eyes

"I'm what ?!" You ask, not sure you heard what she said.

"You are my mom" She repeats.

Your eyes widen, this girl is your daughter, in the future you will have a daughter with the Master, she called him dad so it's her father. You were going to have a daughter with the man you love. Tears are forming in your eyes.

"Oh sweetie, I can't wait to have you" You smile with a tear of joy running down your cheek.

Your daughter smiles and runs into your arms, you hug her tightly and lay your head on hers. You are confused when you hear your daughter crying. Why is she crying ? Why was she shocked to see you ? Why is she so sad ? You think for a few seconds, then suddenly you understand. You are a human and the Master is a time lord, your two species are not compatible, a tear runs down your cheek when you realize that you did not survive to the childbirth, which explains your daughter's reaction.

Your daughter had to live without you, her mother for years. You hug tighter your daughter who is sobbing in your arms, you cry silently knowing that.

Suddenly the door opens, you and your daughter move away of the hug to look at who has entered. The Master is standing in front of you two, but it's not the Master you saw a few minutes ago, because he's dressed differently, he's clean shaven and his hair is a little bit longer, but what makes you even more think that it's not the Master that you know, it's the look in his eyes when he looks at your future daughter, he is so reassured to see her, it confirms to you that this Master is her father.

"I told you to not walk away from the TARDIS" Said the Master to your daughter without looking at you.

Your daughter runs into her father's arms and hugs him, he moves away from her a little bit to see if she has any injuries, when he doesn't see any he hugs her. Tears form in your eyes at this moment father and daughter, glad you can see this moment at least once. Your daughter moves away from the hug and it remembers to the Master that someone else is in the room, he puts his daughter behind him to protect her and looks up to look at you.

You see him freeze seeing you in front of him, when the shock fades you can notice a joy in his eyes but mostly a deep sadness, tears begin to form in his eyes.

"Y-(Y/N) ?!" He say slowly afraid that if he says it too quickly you will disappear.

You smile sadly at him, you hate to see him so broken, it breaks your heart even more. You walk slowly towards him and take him in your arms, the Master is shocked not knowing what to do.

"It's okay, I know" You whisper in his ear.

At your words the Master surrounds you with his arms and hold you as tight as possible. The Master can't hold back his tears. You move away from the hug and you wipe his tears with your thumb, you lean over and gently kiss his right cheek, he closes his eyes to your action, he opens them a few seconds later. He raises his hand and does the same thing you did to him, he wipes away your tears. He leaves his hand on your cheek, you take his hand and press it against your cheek.

"I miss you so much" he said with tears in his eyes.

You smile sadly at him and squeeze his hand tighter. You look away from him and look at your daughter, who has tears running down her cheeks, she looks at you and comes quickly to hug you. The Master removes his hand from your cheek but keeps your hands tied. You kiss the top of your daughter's head.

"Thank you to take care of her" You say to the Master.

"I'm his father so it's normal" Answers the Master "I wish this moment lasts a long time but we have to go"

You nod your head, move away from your daughter's hug and let go the Master's hand. You cup your daughter's cheeks in your hands, wipe away her tears and make her look at you.

"I love you sweetheart" You tell her with a sincere smile.

More tears are run down her cheeks at your words "I-I love you too Mom" ​​she sobbed.

The Master puts his hands on her shoulders and slowly makes her step back, the Master still looks at you with this deep sadness. He turns towards the exit then he and your daughter leave leaving you alone.

Once again you feel the tears running down your cheeks, but this time the tears are accompanied by a sob, you feel your legs start to shake, you can't stand up anymore, you fall on your knees, with more sobs and tears. You were never going to see your daughter again.

Because of your crying you didn't hear a person enter the room and you don't even notice that the person is on their knees in front of you, what makes you notice the presence is a hand touching yours. You look up and see the Master, your Master.

He looks at you with confusion but also concern, you lean towards him and take him in your arms, the Master is frozen at first then he hears your sobs, so he wraps his arms around you trying to calm you down, you're crying into his neck.

You calm down a few minutes later, slowly move away from him and look him in the eyes, you smile softly at him and lean over and put your lips on his, the Master takes a few seconds before kissing you back. You're the first to move away from the kiss. You look the Master in the eyes a second time.

"I love you Master" You confess to him with your cheeks wet of your tears.

You can see that the Master is shocked at first but it quickly fades, he smiles at you "I love you too love" He admits seeing you so broken

You smile happy to hear his words. The Master leans over and kisses you again. All you can think about is how much you can't wait to travel with him but especially to have your daughter even if you're not going to survive.

You know that your daughter will be very well protected by her father and she will be able to give a lot of love to her father and the Master will do the same.

[noforkingclue]

Hey hey how are you? I was wondering if I could please request a dhawan!master x reader request where he's tying to put the reader under his control and the reader tries to fight but he tell the reader "Don't underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it"

I'm alright. I'm a bit stressed because we have a restructure going on at work and my Head of Service is being an utter cunt. I'm keeping myself destressed by writing, crocheting, knitting and cooking!

Apart from that I'm ok!

Hope you're alright anon and that you like the fic :)

Title: Corrupting Hearts

Dhawan!Master tag list: @agentmalfoy24601, @b-bae-27

Doctor Who tag list: @v4n1r, @queerconfusionthings, @yourneighbourhoodclown, @love-of-fandoms, @emilythezeldafan, @fabulous-jj-style, @theseeker945, @im-a-muggleborn, @startrekkingaroundasgard, @mythandmagick, @geocookie21, @zerocanonlywriteshit, @thewinterpoet2, @anteroom-of-death, @night467

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” you said through gritted teeth.

Your hands curled into fists as you glared up at the Master. You were currently collapsed on the ground, the manic timelord standing above you. He gave you an amused smile as he bent down and said,

“Because you’re interesting.”

“How?”

“Because you resist me.”

The Master knelt down to your level and trailed a finger along your jawline. You shuddered at his warm touch but when you tried to break free you found yourself locked in place. It was as though your body had been turn into a statue. Something under the Master’s complete control. You had never felt as vulnerable as you did when his tilted your chin so you were forced to lock into his eyes.

“Even now,” he said, “I’m still not in complete control.”

“Let me go.”

“Never. I know what you really want.”

Suddenly he stood up and pulled you straight into his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder. He hummed a random tune as he forced you to waltz with him around the room. You closed your eyes, feeling comforted in his arms. They were warm and you felt safe. You knew that he would never harm you, that the Master would fight the entire universe to keep you safe. All you needed to do was to-

“Stop.” You said weakly

“Ah,” he was amused, “There’s my clever human.”

“I don’t want this.”

“Yes you do,” the Master’s voice became quiet, “Don't underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.”

“Pure? You think my heart is pure?”

“Compared to the Doctor and her little pets, yes.”

“The Doctor is purer-“

“Love,” the Master leant closer and bumped his nose against yours, “The stories I could tell you about her. The things she’s done to planets, universes, other companions before you and even me. Do you want me to tell you the things she’s done to me?”

“No.”

“Ah, so you’d rather remain ignorant.”

“Don’t talk down to me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The Master’s hand moved to you lower back. You let out a gasp as you were suddenly pulled tightly against his body. Fuck, you could so easily get lost in his eyes. How deep and expressive they were. A million untold stories lay behind them begging to be told. The Master was alone in the universe, a traveller without a companion to show the horrors of the universe to. The Master let go of your chin as he brushed your cheek with his knuckles. How could someone who committed so many atrocities be so gentle?

“So pet?” he asked, “Given up yet?”

You blinked, suddenly dragged out of the soft cloud you were falling under. As you mind cleared you glared at him, still unable to move your body.

“No.” you spat

“Good,” the Master rested his cheek against yours and you shuddered as his beard scratched your skin, “I’d be disappointed if you were. I’m looking forward to corrupting your heart. Soon you’re going to realise just how beautiful we’ll be together.”

As he pressed a kiss against your cheek, his lips lingering for a fraction longer then you were comfortable with, you knew that it wouldn’t take much. You were halfway there already after all.

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Oh my gosh this is too. adorable. 😭😭❤❤❤

Big Spoon, Little Spoon (Dhawan!Master X Reader)

Prompt:  Can we just get some SOFT Dhawan!Master? - requested by @littlemissslytherinprincess​

A/N: bruh d!master literally looks like the most huggable dude. Sir, I WILL hug you. I will poke and kiss ur cheek. Like.. come ON yall this dude… is out here… lookin like the most huggable mfer of all time. Also, I have a headcanon that he hates when people point this out but also secretly loves the attention. also tell me this is ooc i dare you. the master may be a murder boi but he also soft boi 

Words: 1k roughly 

Warnings: None really, implied smut though. 

   You relaxed back into the sheets, muscles aching from the tension they’d held just moments previously. The Master rolled off of you, trying to catch his breath. You found yourself laughing breathlessly, much to his annoyance. 

“I could’ve sworn you said you didn’t have time for any distractions.” He huffed and got up, disappearing into the bathroom. It was true; he had said that. Roughly an hour ago, when he demanded that you leave him alone while he repaired the TARDIS for the umpteenth time. Of course, he’d said that when you were already sitting in his lap, a position he didn’t protest at all. He was always doing that; pushing you away but tugging you along just as insistently. 

He came back from the bathroom and you helped him clean everything up, gathering your clothes from where they’d landed all over the room in the events leading up to your… dancing. When you were sure you’d contributed enough you jumped back on the bed, pulling the blanket over you. You patted the spot next to you excitedly. 

“Cuddles?” You asked, eyebrows wiggling. He gave another huff. 

“I don’t do that- cuddles” 

“Yes, you do” 

Continuar lendo

[thegingerwriter]

The Ginger Writer Master List

Last written fic: 11th February 2022

Requests: Currently open! Free reign! The fics on this masterlist are not the limit for what you can request in terms of fandom and characters, it’s just what I’ve gotten around to writing.

Very few strict rules around requesting. Smut requests are allowed.I do not write for real people (e.g celebrities), and I will not write anything above Pg 13 for any underage characters.

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(Last updated 11th Feb 2022)

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[buggyboba]

Hello, I hope you're having a great day, could I be cheeky enough to ask for a sneak peak of your Christmas request that you are writing, if not that's okay. Have a lovely day.

Just got off work, been a long day, but I am determined to get this out tonight. So here is a sneak peak!

Behold it's unedited messy writing lol.

[zyalahmiscfandom]

An Unexpected Trip: Dhawan!Master x f!reader pt1

AN: This is total canon divergence. 13 didn’t regenerate and Yaz is still her companion (pls let me have this, I’m not ready to let go of them). Can be read as a stand alone story but goes better with my previous Master x Reader here.

MASTERLIST

You sat on the hexagonal steps of the TARDIS. The blues and reds of the lights mixing to create a beautiful purple hue. A light mist swept across your ankles, and a small smile spread across your lips as you watched the Master dance around the controls, even though you weren’t going anywhere exciting, he always piloted as if you were. It was one of the million reasons you loved him and the life he had gifted you.

“You don’t need to flatter me anymore dear,” The Master stopped and turned to you, “I’ve already agreed to your little trip idea.”

You blinked confused for a moment, before you remembered. He was bloody telepathic.

“Ugh Master, you promised not to do that.” You fake moaned, standing to join him at the centre console.

“Then don’t think so loud.” He booped the end of your nose, his tone only semi-chastising.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m excited.” You started to buzz.

“Mmm I can tell pet.” He smirked turning back to the controls again. “All this for a silly little human play.”

“Opera.” You corrected. He stopped again, raising an eyebrow at your boldness. You knew that if anyone else had tried sass-back at him, they would be dead. With you however he found it adorably endearing.

“And besides it’s not just any opera,” You sauntered up to him, your eyes big,”It’s THE phantom of the Opera. The second longest running west end musical!”

“I know, you’ve told me before.” Annoyance started to creep into the Master’s voice. “Several times. In the past week alone. Hence why YOU’RE going.”

“And I am ssooooo, grateful for that,” You cuddled up to his arm, giving him your best puppy dog look. “Buuut, I thought it’d be nice if you came with me.”

You had tried for weeks to get the Master to agree to see Phantom with you. You’d gushed about the characters, the music, the set design, and how much you simply adored the show. When that didn’t work you’d talked about how the original book was inspired by true events, but that had just led to him suggesting you both go and drop the real chandelier at the Paris Opera house in 1896 instead. After a while you realised that asking the Master to sit silently in the exact same place for almost three hours was never going to fly, so you had acquiesced. Mostly.

“Pet…” The Master warned. “I told you,”

“I know, I know.” You sighed letting go of his dark blue tweed clothed arm in defeat. “I’m just playing. When the Master says no, he means it.” You turned to walk back to your seat on the steps but before you could the Master caught your face between one strong hand.

“Tsk, tsk.” He stared deep into your eyes. “Darling don’t you know it’s suicide to mock your Master.” Though his words sounded serious, the mischievous glint in his eyes told you there was no real maliciousness to them. One of the first things the Master had promised you was that he’d never intentionally hurt you, unless you asked him to.  

“No mocking,” You said through puckered cheeks, “Just wanted to have a normal trip with you for once.” You admitted.

He chuckled to himself, before letting you go, and pulling on the TARDIS break, jutting you both forward in the sudden stop.

“What about the beach on Doulcabis?” He countered.

“Oh yeah that was nice and normal, until the planetary army started bombarding us.”

“How was I supposed to know the Queen mother still held a grudge against me.”

“You stole her crown jewels and threw them into a black hole!” You laughed, amazed at his declaration that that trip still counted as a normal one.

“Hence why I’m letting you go to that silly little play of yours.” He motioned to the door. Clearly you were at your destination. “Now say thank you Master.”

You sighed, you knew it was foolish to try and trick the Master of all people into a real human date. Hell you weren't even sure you were dating.

“Thank you Master.” You smiled, giving his cheek a quick peck. Something you were only permitted to do in the TARDIS. “I’ll see you in three hours.”

“Try to have fun with out me.” He challenged.

“Try not to commit any war crimes without me.” You laughed back.

“Spoil sport.”

You gave him one small wave before exiting through the TARDIS’s fake wooden doors.

“Keep him safe T.” You asked the time machine as you stoked the HA HA plaque on the front door. A quiet hum churned out of the wooden facade and for the first time since you met the Master you walked away from the machine alone.

The Master had dropped you off a short walk away from the theatre. The distance was nothing compared to how much you seemed to run on a daily basis, but without him by your side it seemed so much farther than it was, and so much more lonely.

“Three seconds without the Master and I’m a complete mess.” You bemoaned to yourself, grateful that the Master couldn’t hear you now, because he’d never let you hear the end of it.

“Y/N?” An old familiar voice called from behind you. Confused you turned to meet the gaze of an older gentleman. It took you a second before you remembered, he was with the Doctor on your failed trip to the SS.Fairfax. You hadn’t seen him or the Doctor since.

“Graham?” You asked unsure. “Or was it Ryan? I didn’t really catch your name.”

“Oh uh it’s Graham.” He smiled gently, the older woman next to him, in a pinstriped suit and combat boots however seemed cautious. “And this is Ace.”

“Hi.” You smiled politely. Unsure of where this was going. “Um, I don’t mean to sound rude, but I kind of have a thing I’m meant to be doing, soooo…”

“Did the Professor send you to do something?” Ace perked up.

“The who?”

“She means the Doctor.” Graham answered. “And no Ace she’s not here for the Doc, Y/N’s with someone else.” The older man gingerly danced around the truth of your Time Lord companion.

“Who else would she be with?” Ace awkwardly laughed, “Not a lot of Time Lords out there with companions.”

“Maybe some of them have changed.” You unintentionally sassed back. You didn’t mean to be rude it was just from the Master’s stories it seemed there were several former companions of the Doctor who had been on his kill list, and you figured they probably wouldn’t believe you if you said he’d changed for the better.

“Not bloody likely.” Ace scoffed. “So if you’re not with the Professor, who dropped you off?”

“Uhhhh.” You blanched. You did not want to get into it in the middle of a busy London street, but your brain seemed to have broken. “Sorry, I’ve really go to go. I’m going to be late.”

You started to back away, waving awkwardly as you did.

“It was nice to meet you Ace, and Graham, always a pleasure. Bye.” You practically sprinted down the street, faintly hearing Ace yell after you.

You turned the corner and into a small alleyway, stopping to catch your breath against a brick wall. Checking your phone you saw you had five minutes to reach the theatre and it was still a ten minute walk. Would the theatre let you in if you were five  minutes late? You had gotten so used to the Master demanding your entrance to places and getting in, even when you weren't invited. You really were spoiled by the Master weren’t you.

Sighing you composed yourself as best you could, you couldn’t deny that the encounter with former Doctor companions had knocked the wind out of your sails a bit. You loved the Master, you really did, but you sometimes wished his name didn’t evoke hatred and/or fear from everyone who heard it.  

A part of you wanted to call the Master, have him come pick you up and never suggest normal trips ever again, but after the stink you’d kicked up to go see this opera, you’d feel bad about cancelling.

“Urgh, big girl time Y/N” You hyped yourself up, “We are a grown ass adult, we are not co-dependant!” You announced to yourself, only believing it a little. Straighting up you turned to head back out to the street, however a less than impressed Ace blocked the narrow entrance.

“I know whose TARDIS that was.”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Graham emerged from behind the older woman, “But this is for your own good.”

“Fuck.”

*****

The Master’s knee bounced impatiently as he sat in the uncomfortable chair the humans had installed in their opera box. He was losing patience with this whole farce and he’d been here for only two minutes.

“Height of luxury ha!” He laughed aloud, looking back at the TARDIS he’d landed in the far corner of the box he’d secured for his Y/N. The only reason he saw fit to degrade himself and wait in this theatre was the surprised look on his darling pets face when she walked in and saw him waiting for her.

He imagined her eyes glittering and her perfect smile bursting across her face. She would become putty in his very capable hands, and he would prove again how he was the better Time-Lord and companion.

‘The Doctor could never make her as happy as I do.’ He thought possessively to himself. Y/N had told him several times that there was no competition between himself and the Doctor. That he didn’t need to be so hard on himself. She didn’t want the Doctor she wanted to be with him, yada yada, and yes he believed her, she couldn’t lie to him, no-one could, but still there was that horrid tiny voice in the back of his mind that told him he wasn’t good enough. Not for the Doctor and definitely not for Y/N, and he never would be.  

“Where is she.” He growled, his jittering leg becoming more restless by the second. “She should be here by now, praising my kindness, shooing my dark thoughts away.” He scratched painfully into his palm, a terrible self soothing action he thought he’d outgrown.

Dark thoughts started swirling dangerously around his mind. What if she’d left? What if she’d run away? But she promised forever. She lied. She hated you. She was afraid of you and ran way the first chance she got. This whole playthinghadbeenAndExcusetoEscAPEYOU!!!

“Shut Up!” He slammed his fists against his head, if he couldn’t will the thoughts away he’d beat them out of himself.  

A deep sound rang out from the TARDIS, pulling the Master out of his self-hate spiral, curious he entered the machine.

“What?!” He yelled. Another deep sound was the reply, soon the monitor lit up, showing CCTV of a boring London street. “Get to the point.” He chastised. The video sped up, showing a panicked looking Y/N hurry down a alley way, before being followed by two others.

“Y/N.” His brown doe eyes widened in horror as the video sped up again. Showing armed men enter the alley, before exciting with a clearly unconscious Y/N, and the two who had initially followed his beloved human.

“Dorothy and Graham.” His voice was laced with venom as he watched the Doctors former companions. “What am I going to do with you?”

[ao3feed-doctorwho]

You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HuOLcM

by CheerfullyCynical

O was an enigma.

He was enamored just as much as you were.

Words: 10401, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: The Master (Dhawan), Reader, Female Reader - Character, Thirteenth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor's Fam (Doctor Who)

Relationships: The Master (Dhawan)/Reader, Thirteenth Doctor & The Master (Dhawan), Thirteenth Doctor / The Master (Dhawan) past

Additional Tags: Reader Insert, Reader x O, Reader x Master, Smut, Angst, lots of feelings, is the Master really falling in love with a human?, gods I've read one reader insert fic in my life and I do this?, What Was I Thinking?, Child Abuse, mentions of drug overdose, Reader doesn't have a great home life

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HuOLcM

[confusedhalfofthetime]

Dhawan master with a reader who thinks 'oh no he's hot' ...except (gasp), they said it out loud! :o

Here it is! Thanks for the ask, dear. I read a fic with a similar prompt so I tried to write a plot as different as possible from that. I hope you like it! Also this is good for both M!Reader and F!Reader.

Plot: Y/N is a servant on the planet of Xeron and when the Master arrives with his army of cybermen, the Reader sees the perfect opportunity to finally leave.

Warnings: death and cruelty 

The screams coming from outside the room were high pitched and desperate. You could hear noises of laser and explosions getting closer to the door you were trying to keep locked.

-They’re coming! - 

The princess was crying like a baby, trying to squeeze herself against the farthest corner of the room.You rolled your eyes and kept pushing the door closed as you felt someone starting to do the exact opposite on the other side.

-Oh my gods, I’m gonna die! -she exclaimed covering her tear strained face with her hands.

-Keep that door closed! - she screamed hysterically.

-That’s what I’m trying to do- you explained, annoyed.-Well, try harder! - You grumbled. That girl had always been unbearable. At least since you had known her.

The Xerons had taken you away from your home planet when you were fourteen. You were given to the princess as a gift and she had kept you as a slave since then. You hated them. That planet, that race, that annoying, whining girl.

-I can’t die, I’m the princess! - you heard her moan.-Oh, so you think everybody who isn’t of regal blood can die like it’s no big deal? - you asked looking at her over your shoulder.-Of course, it wouldn’t be a big deal! But I’m the princess! I’m supposed to be the heir of the throne! -

You looked at her with an astonished expression. You didn’t particularly care what she thought and certainly, you didn’t give a damn about the inhabitants of Xeron. But if there was something you hated, it was people who believed to be above everyone else when, in fact, they were way below.

You took a step away from the door and you heard the lock cracking.

-What are you doing?! - screamed the princess in a panic.-I’m proving you wrong- you smiled.The door flew open and the cybermen entered the room, marching toward you both. -Who is the Princess? -You stepped away from the crying girl. -She’s all yours boys-

One of them picked the princess up as she screamed and kicked the air and you waved at her on the way out when suddenly you felt a metallic hand close around your wrist.

-What? I gave you the princess! I’m just a servant--The Master said, no civil prisoners-You frowned at them.-The Master? Who’s the Master? -

-The Master is our ally-

-Alright, then I demand to speak to him--The Master said no civil prisoners-

-Yes yes, I get that! - you snorted. -Look, you need me, alright? I’ve been held captive here for over ten years, I can provide you with whatever it is you’re looking for. Just let me talk to this Master-

The cybermen looked at each other, considering your words if they were even capable of that.-The prisoner shall be brought to the Master- -Finally-

The cybermen led you to the room of the throne where the main exponents of the reign were kept. They were all looking utterly terrified. You kinda felt satisfied at the sight. They had treated you like an animal all those years. Finally, some good old karma was making things right for you. You just needed to convince this Master guy to let you go, somehow.

The cybermen let go of your arms, leaving you next to one of the king’s counsellors. You were…in line?-Well well, who do we have here? -A jolly voice made you look toward the throne where a man was sitting with one of his legs thrown over the golden armrest. He was holding the sceptre in his right hand, moving it in the air like a child with his new toy.

-We have brought you the princess- said the mechanical voice of one of the cyberman.

The Master’s face light up in joy and he jumped from his seat. -Fantastic! - He said fixing his dark purple jacket as he walked toward the princess, who was visibly shaking on her feet.

-You must be…princess Janix- he said pointing at her. The princess let out a soft sob, clearly trying and failing to keep her composure.

-Oh, ssh sssh- he cooed sweetly. -There’s no reason to be scared--Please…let me go…- she whispered.-Now let’s not be unreasonable. Where would the fun be in that? - he said with a big, psycho smile.

He looked somewhat charming. Crazy as hell, but charming. You liked his demeanor and his dark hair and the way his locks fell perfectly on his forehead and his dark skin shining under the light of the torches.

-I will give you anything you want- she pleaded.-Mh- the Master placed his index on his chin, thoughtfully. You could tell even from a distance, he wasn’t even considering her offer.-But you see, my dear- he said getting closer to her ear. -I want destruction-The princess started shaking even harder and the Master rolled his eyes.-Now now- he said. -There is one thing you can do, to make me consider your proposal-

The princess looked up at him with hope. -What is it? Anything-

The Master’s eyes became darker and the smile on his face more mischievous.-Kneel-

You snorted. -Hot-

Everybody’s eyes were on you in a second. You didn’t notice at first, then you saw the disgusted face of the counsellors and the terrified and confused expression of the princess.

-Oh crap, did I say that out loud? - you asked looking around the room, meeting the Master’s eyes. He was looking at you with a deep, serious gaze and for a moment you thought he might just kill you now. But then he smiled. He looked…amused.

-You’re the quirky one, aren’t you? - he asked putting his hand on his hip.-You could say that--What’s your name? --Y/N-

The Master nodded. -You’re not part of the royal family-

You looked down at your dirty old clothes. -Clearly not. I’m a servant of the princess-  

-Why and how did you get here? -You looked toward the cybermen who were now resting against the doors to keep anyone from escaping.

-I asked to see you-The Master pretended to be flattered. -Who, poor old me? What for? - You grinned. -To avoid dying, mainly-He laughed. -Isn’t that what anybody wants? --Well, yeah but I have a good reason-

You could feel everybody watching you but you just ignored their gazes.

-Let’s hear it then-

That was your moments to try and convince him. -I spent most of my life kept here, working for the royal family. I wanna see the universe-

-And you think that’s a better reason than anybody’s? -You simply shrugged. -No, but I had the balls to speak up so I think that makes me different-

The Master was studying you like he was trying to decide whether to kill you or to keep you talking for a while more.

-It does indeed- he said with a thoughtfull expression, rubbing his beard.-If you’re so different as you claim- he started walking toward you. -Prove it-

He was only a few feet away now and you could see properly those chocolate eyes. They looked ancient like they had seen and lived more than anyone could ever imagine. You wanted that knowledge, you wanted to see the things that he saw. 

He handed you a small device with a red button on it.-Kill her-

You looked toward the princess, who now looked like she might faint any minute.

-It’s either you or her-You looked back at him. He had an excited spark in his eyes and you liked the way he was looking at you. You grabbed the object from his hand and walked toward the girl.

-Y/N please no, you know me, we’re friends! -

You didn’t let her finish her beg, you pushed the button and she fell to the ground. The whole room gasped and you heard someone clapping. -Brilliant! -

The Master was now behind you and you turned to face him. 

-I knew I liked you-

You smiled up at him. You could feel that was the start of something big.

[13atoms]

I Can Feel You Breathe

Dhawan!Master x F!Reader

Based on this prompt. Also on ao3! [~6k words. Contains smut!]

“Keep up!”

The Master didn’t even spare you a glance as he ran, his voice drowned out by the roaring of twisting metal and explosions around you. The explosions you’d set were overtaking the ship more rapidly than expected.

You would have forgotten which storeroom door was the TARDIS’ entrance if not for the sight of his coat billowing behind him as you rounded the corner, fighting the pain in your lungs and your thighs to follow him. Acrid smoke was choking you, making your eyes water, blurring his figure and the route ahead. Every cell in your body wanted to drop to the ground, be clear of the toxic smoke at head height, but you knew this spaceship was minutes from breaking apart. If you didn’t make it to safety before this corridor decompressed, you’d be dead in the vacuum of space in seconds. Plus, you had to keep up with The Master.

If he forgot you before he dematerialised the TARDIS, you’d be a goner. And he’d forgotten you before.

Finally, you wrenched the TARDIS door closed behind you, barely feeling any relief from inhaling the clean air inside the ship. The Master was already flipping levers at the console, tapping keys on a computer. The second he saw you were through the door, the ship began to move.

Even he was panting, you noted.

He was also livid.

His plan had gone wrong, though things had worked out in the end. He would probably be a grumpy bastard for the next few days.

At least you might not live long enough to see that.

Gasps of clear air hurt. Your airways still felt like they were burning even as you slumped against the TARDIS doors, thanking the ship quietly for the water bottle she always left there for you. You gulped down the cool water, even as it made you splutter.

“How did that go wrong?”

Fucking hell.

You rasped a breath as he approached, discarding the bottle and wishing you could stand and glare him down from your full height. Instead, you remained unspeaking slumped on the floor, trying to look unphased as he started yet another tantrum.

“Your job was so simple. Did I have to write it down for you? Hm? I couldn’t have made it any easier. What’s the point of you, if you couldn’t even do this?”

“I was being shot at.”

“They clearly weren’t very good aims. You couldn’t have been slower. Frankly, I don’t think you could have fucked it up more.”

Everyone’s fault but his. You knew it was just his way of coping, but the jabs were hard to ignore.

“Pure luck, that the plan still worked. Sheer luck!”

He was screaming into the empty room, but it was just pathetic with no one to scream back in reply.

He didn’t scare you. Not anymore.

“Don’t you understand how annoying that is? All that planning, time, brilliant tech, and you still screwed it up. We could have been killed!”

The cough you were concealing hurt your lungs, but you fought to keep quiet. You knew how much your silence annoyed him, even more than arguing back would. Fortunate, too. Speech didn’t feel possible right now, with the dryness in your mouth, the shallowness of your breaths.

“Why aren’t you talking?”

You fixed him with silent glare, a raise of your eyebrows that made him quit his pacing and crouch to your level. Your lungs felt ready to burst, every breath like dragging viscous oil through your slightly parted lips. As his face got closer to yours, inspecting you with the disinterest of assessing a strange new artifact on an alien planet, it was a fight to hide the watering of your eyes. You tried to blink away the burn of the smoke, tried to focus on him as your eyes watered. Your head was starting to pound.

Suddenly, the world shifted, and went dark. Too much pain, too little oxygen. You couldn’t pretend to be fine, even to spite The Master.

Your ragged coughing filled the TARDIS as you slumped forwards, eyes screwed shut against the pain that lights inflicted. Once you started coughing, you couldn’t stop, dragging in breaths irregularly and raggedly.

His cool hands were on your forehead, on your wrists, flitting across your body to try and figure out what was happening.

“What’s wrong. Damn it! What’s wrong?”

His damn respiratory bypass – combined with how far he was from the start of the fire – meant he’d barley been affected. You’d been closer; tasked with placing the most crucial bomb. You’d had further to run, had to breathe in more smoke with your inferior physiology.

“Tell me!”

“Smoke.”

You had to choke the word out, between coughs and breaths as your body fought for the oxygen to stay conscious. He understood.

You found yourself being lifted, held against his chest bridal-style. It was hard not to move too much with each cough, and you buried your face against his coat, desperately holding onto his lapel. The fabric reeked of smoke, overwhelming your senses. You missed the usual comfort of his cologne.

“You wander off and this is what happens!”

You’d done what he’d told you. ‘Wander’ was a bit rich.  

His voice was still loud, especially so close to you, but drained of any venom or anger. It was a struggle to open your eyes, but you managed. Above you, you caught him watching your face, thick eyebrows furrowed with concern, lips pressed together.

It was an expression you’d never seen on his face.

Pain. Fear.

Not an ounce of aggression.

He looked away quickly, shocking you as he suddenly marched to a door you didn’t recognise, arms vice-grip tight around you as though you weighed nothing. You gripped his jacked as best you could, knowing it wouldn’t help, eyes squeezed shut to try and numb the pain.

Your head pounded as he laid you out on a hospital bed, his hands gently encouraging you to uncurl. You didn’t recognise the room, but he’d referred to it before. The medbay. A bright white room, with walls lined with equipment and medication cabinets, completely discordant with the outback-cabin aesthetic of the rest of the ship. You’d hoped to never see the inside of here. It was so bright.  

Too much. Bad for your headache. You closed your eyes.

The coughing was back, each sudden inhale more uncomfortable than the last as your lungs tried desperately to deal with the smoke damage. It was hard to even think straight, to register The Master’s movements as he eased an oxygen mask over your face, securing it more gently than you’d known him to do anything. You felt tears leave your eyes as you fought not to cough, too exhausted to even wipe them away, embarrassment superseded by discomfort.

He didn’t meet your eyes as he adjusted the fit, pottering away again as soon as he could. It was barely a relief as pure oxygen hit your lungs, but it soothed the urge to cough your lungs out.

“I’m sorry.” He was almost muttering, moving in and out of your eyesight as the mask stayed pressed against your face. You breathed deeply.

“Fuck. I was mad about the bomb being misplaced… I didn’t even notice…”

You wanted to tell him it was okay, but it really wasn’t. Besides, The Master admitting he was… wrong? Once in a lifetime.

It was so brief you almost didn’t notice, but his thumbs painted a trail down your cheeks, drying the tear lines being carved through the ash on your face. He quickly moved away again.

“I didn’t think you’d be at risk. And it all went wrong… I swear, I didn’t think that would happen.”

Your worry ramped up as his eyes grew glassy, teary. Was this it? He wouldn’t be reacting like this unless you were dying, you were certain. You wondered if anyone else in the universe had been allowed to see this kind of vulnerability from him. Maybe they never survived long enough to tell the tale. It unnerved you, his silence, the way he was running his hands through his messed-up hair between rummaging through cabinets and fiddling with the cannister beside the bed.

Why wasn’t he rambling?

The oxygen you were inhaling suddenly became a pale green in colour as he injected something into the supply tube. You clamped your hands to your mask, determined to rip it off. The damn thing was well sealed to your face. It wouldn’t budge with the tiny amount of strength left in your muscles.

Fuck.

Was he really, actually going to kill you?

Oh god.

He dashed across the medbay, his hands covered yours on the mask after a few quick strides. He held the equipment in place, thumbs stroking your wrists until you stopped pulling at the plastic covering your face.

“Shh… its fine,” he murmured. “This is to fix the smoke damage. You need to breathe it in.”

You’d heard that tone before. Before someone was betrayed. Shot. Tricked. The urge to panic was overwhelming, but he was too strong. And you were so tired.

You had no choice but to trust him.

Hesitantly, you stopped holding your breath. Inhaling the gas was painful. Even as your urge to cough was relieved, your airways felt like they were being burned all over again. His grip stayed strong as you fought the instinct to rip the gas supply off your face. The seal dug into your skin under his force.

Your eyes couldn’t focus on his face, but you could tell he was looking away.  

Finally, the pain subsided and the gas in the tube returned to transparency. You relaxed slightly, shoulders untensing against the bed. The Master loosened his grip. His hands were still on your mask, but the pressure was gone.

“What, did you think I was poisoning you?”

His smile didn’t meet his eyes as your stared back up at him, unable to hide the fear in your eyes. He was trying to joke. Your heart sank as he stepped away.

You kept breathing rapidly, open-mouthed, grateful for the excuse to stay silent.

He didn’t want to hear your answer.

“Really?”

He kept on backing away, and you sat up as far as the tubes on your mouth would allow. With trembling fingers, you took the apparatus off your face, assuming it was fine when he didn’t dart forwards to replace it. The Timelord froze in place.

“You thought I was poisoning you?”

You could see a muscle twitch in his cheek, and braced for the crashing of him knocking over a tray, or yelling back at you.

He didn’t move.

You didn’t feel light-headed anymore, the ache in your lungs already much-improved, and guilt filled the space in your chest which pain had once occupied. Your throat was working again, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

Instead, you toyed with the mask in your hand, turning off the oxygen supply next to the infirmary bed.

Distantly, you heard his footsteps. The medbay door slammed.

You’d deal with him later.

Right now, you were just grateful for the ability to walk out of the medbay without dizziness, for the reduced ache in your legs. Whatever he’d given you must have helped your muscles recover, because the usual post-plan ache was gone. You’d have to ask for something like that after future escapades.

Guilt hit you again. God, of course he wouldn’t poison you. Of course.

It was hard to remember that when he was shouting at you.

He wasn’t in any of the corridors you walked down, and you had your suspicions where he was. You’d find him later. In the meantime, you stopped into your room.

The Master needed space. You needed the smell of smoke off you. In the mirror your skin looked greyed out, pale, and your eyes were bloodshot. A new wave of anger, that he hadn’t noticed how obviously injured you were, rose up inside your chest.  

As you washed your hair, the anger subsided, replaced with sheer appreciation that you were still alive. It was always a buzz, how much more you appreciated the small things after a day with him. Now, the familiar products smelled better than you could have ever imagined. The warmth of the water on your skin, the grey dust and grime washing down the drain, the softness of your favourite sleepwear, it all felt so much more vivid.

But all you could think about was The Master.

Fuck.

Of course he hadn’t been about to kill you.

You didn’t even bother crawling into bed, knowing sleep would evade you as long as the Time Lord did.

You crept into the library, knowing he tended to haunt whilst you slept. You barely set foot here, it was his domain. The TARDIS would give you books, but it rarely led you to the actual library.

It was jarring to see him so dressed down, hair wet, curled up on the sofa in pyjamas and a dressing gown. He had a book in one hand, but you hadn’t seen him turn a page yet, busy texting with his other hand. The fire was unlit.  

With each step, you braced for some kind of intruder alarm. For him to tell you to leave. You pulled your own robe closer around yourself, the chill of the room making you want to turn on your heel. When you finally approached the little circle of sofas where he was sat, he cleared a folded blanket from the seat next to him.

Nervously you sat down, pulling your socked feet up and leaning against the backrest of the couch, facing him with as much distance between your bodies as possible.

He put his book and phone down, turning to appraise you for a moment.

“The new tissue will still be pretty tender. You should probably get some rest. That stuff’s powerful, but it takes a lot of energy to regrow cells like that.”

You could tell. You were fatigued, but surging with far too much adrenaline to sleep. He trailed off his rambling, mirroring your position in a diminutive way you’d never known him to move.

Those damn eyes of his were so pretty in the library lighting, free from anger or excitement. In a soft robe, without the usual flair of his flash clothes or styled hair, he seemed to much smaller. More human. His jaw was lined with a five o’clock shadow – he was going cleanshaven at the moment. You’d seen the full beard before, but never just stubble. He usually tried to rid himself of it as soon as possible.

You found yourself wishing you had something to do with your hands, a glass of something, a mobile phone, magazine, anything. You hugged your knees closer to your chest, mentally begging the TARDIS to get the hint and turn up the heat in the room. This was another space which seemed completely wrong for the outback cabin, but it was the most him space in the whole ship. All high-ceilings and grandeur, gold-embossed books. For all you knew, he didn’t even have a bedroom. He just stayed in here.

He wasn’t watching you like an intruder, though. You couldn’t place the emotion in his eyes.

“Did you really think I was about to kill you?”

“I guess…”

There was a rasp in your voice. It was the first time you’d spoken since taking the oxygen mask off, and it was rough. You cleared your throat, grateful for the little strength your vocal cords had recovered.

“I guess I panicked. You seemed so angry, and I didn’t know what you were doing.”

You weren’t sure where the line was here. Whether you’d already crossed it, by setting foot in here. Whether you were toeing the line with every word. The Master frowned.

“So, you did. You thought I was…”

God, words were hard. You didn’t know what he wanted to hear. What his reaction would be. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say.

The Master opposite you, fresh from the shower, wearing slippers with his feet on the sofa, might as well be a different person to the suited alien who’d first picked you up on earth.

“You seemed really angry, and I’d fucked up–”

“Not that badly.” He interrupted. “Not at all, in fact. You blew up the ship, we made it out, that’s all you had to do.”

“How was I meant to know that? You were yelling at me like I’d ruined everything!”

“I was wound up!”

You fixed him with a glare.

“You didn’t even notice when I couldn’t breathe!”

He conceded, stared down at the few inches of sofa cushion between your feet. You fixed your gaze on the waves drying into his unstyled hair as you spoke, much more comfortable with that than with his puppy-dog eyes.

“Just… the way you yell at me. Always make it all my fault… I never even know if you’ll wait for me to get back to the TARDIS before you run off.”

His head snapped back up, expression thunderous.

“Fucking hell. Of course I wouldn’t leave you behind!”

He gripped your hand, making you flinch with surprise. It was awkward, as he struggled to intertwine your fingers without your co-operation, but he didn’t give up. His skin was surprisingly soft against yours.

“You did before.”

“Yeah, on Earth, years ago, when we first met. You might notice, I’m rather more attached to you now. And I certainly wouldn’t have left you on a burning ship in the middle of space, even then!”

It would be so easy to believe him, but he’d never acted like this before. Never let you into his space before, spoken with so little ego. He was so good at playing characters, it was sometimes hard to tell where his own started. Glimpses behind his bravado were so rare, you couldn’t piece him together.

He changed the subject.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. Breathing doesn’t hurt anymore. Just a bit uncomfortable.”

“Good. Should get better.”

Silence. He seemed to have forgotten your hands were even connected. He loosened his grip on you suddenly, disguising the movement with a stretch and a yawn. You yawned too.

“Are you cold?” he asked suddenly, climbing up from the sofa. You watched him with amusement.

“A bit.”

“Can you bring the temperature up a bit, love?” He spoke up to the ceiling.

You assumed that was for your benefit. He constantly explained how he could talk to the ship telepathically. The TARDIS lights moved, warming in colour as confirmation.

He crossed out of your eyeline for a second, behind the couch, and returned with two mugs of hot chocolate. You took yours from him with an unintentional brush of his fingers, clutching the mug close to your chest. A peace offering. You laughed as he struggled not to spill his own drink, folding himself back onto the sofa.

The looked he gave you was almost bashful as he chuckled at himself, blowing across the steaming liquid in front of him.

Oh!

He was nervous, you realised. The Master was nervous.

The room was noticeably warmer as you slowly drank, and you thanked him for it.

“You can always ask her yourself; you know. This is your home too.”

“Didn’t know if you’d be too warm,” you brushed off the weight of his comment, a little overwhelmed by the implication.

Home.

“Don’t worry about me. Much more physiologically resilient.”

His jibe didn’t land because of how sad he sounded. You took another sip, careful not to burn your mouth.

“Evidently.”

“Hm.”

He fidgeted, his slippers finding a resting place touching your socks.

“You should have told me, as soon as you were hurt.”

“I couldn’t exactly stop running,” you pointed out, expecting him to roll his eyes at you.

Instead, this gaze stayed level, eyes boring into yours. His reply was as timid as you’d ever heard.

“As soon as you got into the TARDIS, then.”

“You were busy yelling at me.”

“Then you should have told me to shut the fuck up!”

“Like you would have listened.”

He sighed, resting his head on the back of the sofa, watching you at a forty-five degree angle. You shifted down, entangling your feet further, to rest your head the same way. God, he was pretty like this.

“I looked like death, and you were too wound up to even notice.”

He closed his eyes opening them with that exaggerated eye roll you’d been waited for.

“I’m an idiot.”

You smiled at him, trying to ignore the flip-flopping of your stomach as he smiled softly back. You hoped he wouldn’t notice the way your face was warming up. Laying on the sofa, cosy and warm from the pyjamas and hot chocolate, you had a sudden realisation.

He was looking after you.

Keeping you safe.

Apologising.

Like a switch had flipped, your eyelids felt impossibly heavy. As much as you longed to stay like this, on the sofa with The Master, your adrenaline had finally worn off. Another yawn.

When you opened your eyes, he was still watching you.

“Sorry, ‘m tired.”

“You’ve been awake for ages,” he pointed out.

“I don’t wanna move.”

It was a confession, more than being bone tired, you didn’t want to break this moment. This spell.

“Then don’t.”

He took your mug gently, bringing it to his lips to finish the last of your hot chocolate, before putting it next to his own on the floor.

You barely had time to react before he guided you to lie down, making space for your head on his soft thighs. Physically, you were comfy, but mentally, you couldn’t process what he was doing. He held you still with one hand as he leant over you to retrieve his book, stroking your hair out of your face.

You were conscious of every breath, every swallow, as he opened looked for the page he wanted, the lights dimming around you.

This was too much. His fingers were still brushing through your hair.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked.

“A bit. I don’t need that much sleep, though.”

Bullshit.

“You keep yawning.”

When he didn’t reply, you rolled onto your back, looking up at him. He moved the book, so it no longer separated your faces.

“True.”

It took a frown from you for him to sigh, putting his book aside as he conceded.

You made space for him as he laid out on the sofa beside you, surprising you with one arm wrapping around you, a strong hand on your back pulling you closer to him.

His dressing gown was soft against your face as he pulled you into his chest. One of his legs rested against yours, jostling you as he toed his slippers off.

“Comfy?”

“Yeah.”

You barely moved as you replied, too focused on the gentle movement of his chest next to your face. You couldn’t figure out where to put your hands. One settled by your face, the other on his side. He must have been exhausted, his breaths already evening out in anticipation of sleep.

It was a struggle to do the same, to relax, with his body against yours. You forgot to inhale, too busy basking in the comfort of his familiar cologne, as his stubbly cheek moved against the crown of your head. You could feel the movement of his lips as he mumbled sleepily against your hair:

“Breathe.”  

                                                          *

He was usually cooler than you, but The Master’s body felt warm as you woke, yawning and blinking into the dim light of the library. He loosened the arm clenching you to his side, giving you space to stretch.

Maybe you’d moved in the night, or maybe he’d moved you, because you were laid out on his chest, one knee flung across his legs as he lay on his back. The damn book was back, and he was reading it in the lowlight, presumably waiting for you to wake up.

It was hard to imagine him staying when he didn’t have to. You felt oddly touched. He held you close, your upper body still resting on his torso. He shifted to see your face better, his head propped up on a throw cushion.

“Sleep well?”

Oh, his morning voice. Rasping, rumbling in his chest underneath your head as he spoke. It wouldn’t last long, you knew, gone even before his stubble.

You uncurled your fingers from their grip on his dressing gown neckline, the robe now unbuckled and only covering his shoulders. Underneath, his pyjamas were old school, matching button up and trousers in a familiar purple and gold tartan which only he could have the audacity to look attractive in.

Fuck. It was hard not to think like that, with your cheek resting on his chest, double heartbeats under your ear. You could see chest hair, where a button had undone on his rumpled sleep shirt.

“What you reading?”

“Some crap travel guide,” he checked the cover. “Fiftieth century, Amanopia.”

The cover wasn’t in a language you recognised, and the TARDIS wasn’t translating. You decided to take him at his word.

“Hm. Should we go?”

“Nah. Nothing exciting there. Not that century, anyway. Plenty of better things to do!”

“Like what?”

He dropped the book unceremoniously beside the sofa, his free hand moving to stroke your hair away from your face.

“Waiting for you to recover.”

“Sounds boring.”

Suddenly, both of his hands were cupping your face, moving your head to face him and forcing you to rest more of yourself on his body.

“Sounds necessary,” he insisted.

The firmness, the finality, surprised you. He was never one for waiting around. Only for you, it seemed.

“You’re awfully protective, suddenly.”

You regretted asking as soon as he tensed up beneath you. You could feel the muscles in his chest.

“I just… realised I yell at you quite a lot. And that maybe, you don’t exactly enjoy that.”

“I thought I annoyed you.”

And yet, you were in his library, bodies pressed together. You were desperately trying to ignore the thinness of his sleepwear, sure he’d tune into your thoughts if they strayed too far from safety. His hands were still on your face

“I don’t know if it’s escaped your notice, but I care about you an awful lot.”

“That’s dodging the question,” you chuckled nervously, unaccustomed to the intensity of those big brown eyes gazing into yours, the sincerity of his voice.

You’d stood to the side, tried to suppress jealousy, as he’d seduced his way into the favour of kings, queens, emperors, guards, you name it. Now, you understood their weakness. But you had no power or riches for him to steal, no secondary reason for him to be treating you like this.

You knew what he wanted.

“I really care about you.”

His eyes closed, and you could see the tension in his face. The fear of being rejected. Your hands found the stubble of his face. Fuck, you wanted to meet his lips so badly, feel their softness against your own.

“Morning breath.”

The Master’s eyes snapped open.

“What?”

“Let me go brush my teeth!”

Again.

“What?”

“I’ll be back! I’ll be so quick, I swear.”

You heard his groan as you climbed off him, limbs stiff from sleeping on the sofa. Your body missed his, missed the contact, and you tightened your dressing gown tighter around yourself, desperate not to feel vulnerable. He watched you in shock as you left, and you hoped this moment could be unpaused once you got back.

“Give me two minutes.” You promised, already half-jogging as you reached the door.

“Be quick!” He called after you.

You needed to fix your breath. That was why this was overwhelming. Not his sudden honesty. Not the way he looked at you like you were his whole universe. He way his hands trailed across your body so easily, so casually, when they’d barely touched you before.

You couldn’t even remember holding his hand, before this. A few short victory hugs, but that was it. Even then, the ghosts of his arms around you had haunted you long into the night, every single time.

He’d been about to kiss you.

The living ship around you felt like it was watching, judging, as you tried to calm yourself. What would the TARDIS think? Would she judge you now? Your cowardice? Her gentle hum didn’t suggest any kind of reaction.

The bathroom was so much colder than the library. Maybe it was the absence of his body. Maybe the ship was making you shiver on purpose. You rushed through a familiar routine, as fast as you could manage. Teeth. Pee. Brush hair. Wash face. Quick.

You caught sight of your own face in the mirror as you rinsed off. Your skin had recovered its colour, eyes no longer bloodshot. You’d have to thank him. The Time Lord had worked miracles, and you hadn’t bothered to even thank him. Guilt returned, and you pushed it down. He certainly hadn’t harboured any anger towards you that morning. Not with his tender hands and gentle, honest conversation.

This was good. Fine. You’d wanted it for so long, it felt wrong. Since you first got to know him, you’d longed for this side of him to bare itself to you. There were billions who wouldn’t, but you trusted him. He was waiting for you.

It was a fight to wrench your feet from the cool tile of the bathroom, to try and make yourself look presentable without sparing more than a few seconds, and to make the walk back to the library.

When you rounded the door, he was still in the same spot, mugs and blankets cleaned up around him. He’d straightened his pyjamas, ditched his dressing gown on a nearby chair, and returned to the spot he’d been sitting in. He jolted as you entered the room, regaining his composure and becoming you over. To sit on his lap.

Damn.

You were acutely aware of how thin your sleep clothes were as you straddled his thighs, keeping a very intentional distance between your bodies. He watched you with silent amusement, and you finally looked up at him once you couldn’t possible fidget anymore.

“Happy now?” The Master teased, his gaze shamelessly trailing down to your lips.

God those eyes. Ancient and full of wonder, all at once.

“Very.”

“Good.”

He kissed you so slowly, so delicately, like he thought you’d spook. You didn’t. Once your lips, met all sense of insecurity or awkwardness left your mind. You let yourself lean closer to him, closing the gap between your chests, fumbling the thick hair on the back of his head with one hand.

You groaned as he deepened the kiss, returning his enthusiasm. His hands were on your shoulders, each splayed finger pressing into your muscle as he followed your lips back. It took a quick jerk of your head to catch your breath, as his he finally stopped chasing the kiss.

A respiratory bypass would certainly have been helpful these last twenty-four hours.

You opened your eyes to see him smiling gently, lips already wet and reddened.

“Okay?”

“This feels weird,” you mumbled.

He laughed.

“Really? I’m very comfy.”

His hands covered your thighs where they covered his own. Damn, he had strong hands.

“I mean… it’s just…”

“I know.”

He cut you off, and you wished he hadn’t. You leant in close enough to kiss him, pausing to press your forehead to his instead.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

A mumbled confession, against his lips.

You didn’t need to be telepathic to tune into the smugness radiating off him.

“Me too.”

As you found his lips again, he was moving you backwards, laying you out on the sofa without breaking your deep kiss. You blindly fumbled for the buttons of his shirt, and he copied, reaching for your clothes. You could feel him against you, hard and heavy against your thigh as he straddled you.

In your fantasies he was rough, pinning your hips down, taking what he wanted from you.

His lips found your neck, ghosting over your skin so lightly you barely felt him, making you ache for more pressure. Your hands found his thick hair, pulling him closer, silently begging for him to kiss you harder, leave marks. He laughed against your skin.

He pulled way, sitting up to strip off his own shirt and all your clothes, struggling awkwardly together to free you of the dressing gown. Finally, you were naked beneath his shirtless body, and he watched you with an awe usually reserved for horrid, destructive fires.

He spared your breasts a squeeze, and half-hearted pinch at each nipple, but he was too far gone for any more foreplay. There would be other occasions. Time wasn’t an issue for you two.

The Master’s hand made its way down your body, fingertips dancing across your stomach until he found what he was looking for. He shuffled down your body to get a good view. The Master parted your thighs without even a glance at your face, too entranced to tease you more.

He brushed across your clit, parted your lips with an index and middle finger, his face lax in concentration. For a moment you expected him to tease you as he played with the wetness between your legs, fingers trailing over your lips against and again. He didn’t speak a word as he brought both digits to his mouth, waiting until you watched him with your undivided attention before parting his lips to suck your arousal off his own fingers. He moaned, making a show of licking them clean.

“Master…”

It was barely louder than a whisper, breathed out as you watched him, but you saw the change in him. The darkness in his eyes, the quickening of his breaths. His desperation.

His cock was straining against his trousers. You reached out for the waistband, fingers trailing across the taut fabric as you went. He groaned as you squeezed his clothed shaft, ruthlessly thrusting a saliva-soaked finger inside you. It was a kind of retaliation you could approve of, as a second finger quickly joined his first. He took a second to pump mercilessly, the stretch of his fingers still an invasion as he curved them inside you, making you lurch forwards with the intensity of his motions.

Just as you started to break a sweat, The Master slowed his movements, settling for smaller movements while his free hand spread out on your stomach, pushing you back onto the sofa.

Where you expected a grin, he was frowning in concentration.

“What do you want?”

His cock twitched as you brushed it again, making you clench around his fingers in anticipation. He batted your fingers away, replacing them with his own fingers, stroking his clothed shaft as his fingers stilled inside of you.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Master.”

Finally, he pulled himself out of his trousers, shoving the waistband down carelessly before he forced your thighs even further apart, lining up his head with your clit. He thrust messily across you, barely providing friction with how wet you were. Even as you jolted from the pleasure of him stroking across your clit, you wanted more.

“Master…”

One flash of that cheeky smile, and he was slowly pressing into your wetness. He thrust shallowly to start with, letting you gasp and grip the soft flesh on his hips as you adjusted to the fullness of him inside you, above you. He was sweating like you’d never seen before, arms trembling with the exertion of holding himself back. You could feel his strength, unlike anything you’d known in a human, the restraint he was exercising to avoid hurting you.

You didn’t need to say anything, just a press of your lips to the bicep beside your head was enough confirmation for him to start moving. His hands found your throat before quickly relocating to the muscle either side of your neck, clasping your shoulders tight as he fucked you. Each deep stroke made you gasp for air, one hand creeping down to rub at your clit, bumping clumsily against his stomach as he fucked you.

It was too much, too much anticipation. You didn’t last long, and he finished as soon as you did, uttering in a language you didn’t speak as you groaned, walls spasming around his cock inside you, hand still desperately rubbing at your clit.

As he collapsed onto you, pressing a kiss into your forehead, you revelled in the weight of his body on yours. He flung a blanket over your bodies, pinning you in place, mumbling praise into your neck.

“You were so good,” he praised, shifting his weight slightly off you. “So good.”

“Not too bad yourself.”

The Master claimed to barely need sleep, but he was losing coherence by the second, nuzzling his stubble into your neck. One hand squeezed your waist, before snaking across to beneath your breasts, feeling for a moment.

“Not a very good rest day.” He complained.

“I don’t know, I feel pretty relaxed.”

“Good.”

The TARDIS dimmed the lights, and you adjusted the cushion beneath your heads, stifling a laugh at how floppy The Master’s head was as he was jostled. Out like a light.

“We should relax more later.”

He didn’t reply, but the smile against your neck felt like a definite yes.