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evenstar0600 · 2 years ago

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greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

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katsuthelittlekitten · 2 years ago

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😭😭😭😭God I loved it bit I cried dammit

Lighthouse

Missy x Reader

Summary: The reader is really self conscious and struggling because she thinks she’s not good enough for missy

A/N: English is not my first language, therefore I’m really sorry for any mistakes, let me know about them. Also, I’m not sure if that’s what the anon requested, but I did my best, hope you all like and hope to see more of your requests again!

Warnings: Mention of impostor syndrome, lots of self-loathing at the beginning, super fluffy at the end, soft!Missy.

Word count: 1.939

Not my GIF

Not even your favorite book was enough to cheer you up. Hours have passed since you locked yourself inside that library and that feeling kept nagging at you like a disease, eating you from inside. It’s been less than a week since you and Missy are officially together and there wasn’t a single moment that the impostor syndrome didn’t get you. You weren’t worthy of her. How could you be? She is a thousand years old creature, wise as the universe, mad as a hatter and complex as the sphinx riddles. You’re just a human, just a breakable, stupid, brief human.

Afficher davantage

#missy x reader #the master x reader #missy/reader #missy doctor who x reader #missy doctor who

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buggyboba · 2 months ago

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◘○◘○◘ Kinktober 2024 penned by Buggy ◘○◘○◘

◦ Note to readers ◦

Hello everyone! So this is my first time attempting Kinktober, I have my list generated and a plan. I will be using this as the masterlist for the event, being as this is my first writing event in general, I am trying to piece together etiquette of how I’m supposed to tag anything. I’ll be using my normal tags, with the added Kinktober tag.

Generally, since this is my first time doing anything remotely as large as this be gentle with me, please and thank you, I will be prefacing this, and in each fic this will be adult content, and if that’s not your jam I get it. Proceed with caution, and I will certainly be using tw in the ANs and the tags. I WILL be making a separate tag list post for this event because I want a very clear indication of who wants to be tagged specifically for this. These also aren’t going to be super long, each one around 1000 words give or take, also keep in mind a few of these new characters I’m writing for are characters I’ve never written before, and I am hopefully not breaking their character too much. As always feedback and reblogs are welcome, and my ask is always open, I am taking requests still.

The below list is subject to change but will be updated as the fics release, along with the Ao3 link, which I will make a collection, and have linked to the specific one. There is a mix of pairings including some canon x canon favorites. However, the majority of the fics are Canon x reader. Reader will be fem!presenting, at least with female anatomy, unless specified otherwise. Let me know which ones you are most excited for <3 -Buggy

●・○・●・○・● ✦ ●・○・●・○・●

✦ October 1st | Hair pulling [ x ] ● Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x Reader ↳ ○ A quick private moment in the director’s office, Kate is stressed and you want to help relieve some of it.

✦ October 2nd | Oral fixation [ x ] ● The 10th doctor x reader ↳ ○ On an adventure with your time lord, who simply can’t help but put things in his mouth. Your teasing him leads to one thing or another, and you may have just become his new favorite thing to put in his mouth.

✦ October 3rd | Cunniligus [ x ] ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ You never expected to be in this position, but here you are, after a sly comment on an adventure, your Mistress is going to show you why you shouldn’t talk like that to her, but you won’t learn your lesson.

✦ October 4th | Biting [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ This man should wear a warning, maybe then you wouldn’t find yourself his personal chew toy in bed.

✦ October 5th | Blow Jobs [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ Being Harold Saxon is stressful, having to play nice and be patient, he is used to the long con, but human politics? How boring that must be for him. You feel bad for him, and that's how you find yourself under his desk.

✦ October 6th | Violence [ x ] ● The Thirteenth Doctor x Dhawan!master ↳ ○ a dangerous meeting, tension is high, and then it snaps, rough hits turn into rough sex, biting, clawing, primal, neither one is unscathed.

✦ October 7th | Name calling [ x ] ● Simm!Master x reader ↳ ○ what starts as a bit of teasing fun, reveals much more to him, and he absolutely uses it to his advantage.

✦ October 8th | Sex toys [ x ] ● River Song x The Thirteenth Doctor ↳ ○ It's River's birthday, and The Doctor wouldn't miss it for the world, especially since she has a gift for River, timeline be damned.

✦ October 9th | Lap dance [ x ] ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Smokey haze from the club around them fills the private room Missy had obtained for them, the muffled music from outside brews a tense longing, and reader knows she is the only one that Missy is watching.

✦ October 10th | Breath play [ x ] ● Missy x reader ↳ ○ During an argument Missy’s hands find their way around Reader’s throat, eliciting a groan from her dear pet, the argument turns into something much more fun.

✦ October 11th | Being forced to beg [ x ] ● The Eleventh Doctor x River Song ↳ ○ River is feeling devious and makes The Doctor beg for what he wants.

✦ October 12th | Voyeurism [ x ] ● River x Reader x The Doctor ↳ ○ The Doctor walks into a rather compromising scene, and River isn’t going to let him play too, but it’s fine.

✦ October 13th | Tease (SUBJECT TO CHANGE) ● River x The Eleventh Doctor ↳ ○ River is bored and The Doctor is busy, but River is going to quickly change where his attention is.

✦ October 14th | Masturbation [ x ] ● The Master (Dhawan!master) ↳ ○ A new body needs a closer inspection doesn’t it? After regenerating a need to release all that energy that doesn’t include sleeping occurs.

✦ October 15th | Facesitting [ x ] ● The Tenth doctor x Reader ↳ ○ A lazy day in the Tardis leads to The Doctor taking care of his companion.

✦ October 16th | Reward ● Missy x reader ↳ ○ She said if you were a good girl all day she would reward you, now it’s time to collect.

✦ October 17th | Shower sex [ x ] ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Reader ↳ ○ Domestic life comes with domestic things, and sometimes dangerous shower sex is just what is needed to make a day more exciting.

✦ October 18th | Exhibitionism ● River x Reader x Doctor ↳ ○ River likes an audience and has found a very captive one in The Doctor and their companion.

✦ October 19th | Sharing [ x ] ● Missy x Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ While Sharing isn’t in their nature, they have decided to play nice because you looked so cute.

✦ October 20th | Collaring [ x ] ● Simm!Master x The Fourteenth Doctor ↳ ○ like a feral animal.

✦ October 21st | Daddy kink ● The Twelfth Doctor x reader ↳ ○ in the loosest sense of the kink, reader calls him daddy.

✦ October 22nd | Threesome ●The Twelfth Doctor x Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Adventures outside the Vault, a near-death experience turns to your time lords showing you how much you mean to them.

✦ October 23rd | Formal wear ● The Third Doctor x The Master ↳ ○ A party in which they both attend, ends in a hall closet.

✦ October 24th | Sex pollen [ x ] ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ how was he supposed to know the flowers on this planet were in bloom this time of year. How was he supposed to know how they would effect your human body? (Spoilers he knew.)

✦ October 25th | Dominate ● Simm!Master x Reader ↳ ○ You misbehaved, and now you are paying the price.

✦ October 26th | Mind control ● Missy x Reader ↳ ○ You are so cute and easy to control, how could she resist.

✦ October 27th | Honeymoon [ x ] ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Reader ↳ ○ more domestic bliss, He takes you to a beautiful resort planet, and the night is perfect.

✦ October 28th | Telepathy ● Dhawan!Master x Reader ↳ ○ split apart, across time and space, a familiar call pulls to you, while he can't be there physically he can still ensure you are thinking about him, and craving him.

✦ October 29th | Hate fucking ● The Fourteenth Doctor x Simm!Master ↳ ○ They call it hate, but it's more complicated than that, it always is.

✦ October 30th | Blood [ x ] ● Vampire!Missy x Reader ↳ ○ Blood play with a hungry vampire.

✦ October 31st | Crying ●Dhawan!master x reader ↳ ○ You can take it, he knows you can, you are his good girl after all.

#kinktober 2024 #masterlist #missy x reader #gomez!master x reader #the master x reader #doctor who #doctor who x reader #missy x fem!reader #doctor x reader #simms!master x reader #river x doctor #river x reader #kate stewart x reader #dhawan!master x reader #thoschei #space wives

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aboutcustardcreams · 3 months ago

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For the prompt thingy how about Missy x reader and ♡ "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

I was so excited to wrap this up that I didn’t reread so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope it lives up your expectations. Soft Missy here cuz I love me a soft Missy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ who doesn’t, lies!

Hold on to something beautiful

Word count: 3600 ish

Your place hadn’t felt like home in a long time if you’re honest. You felt misplaced, wherever you turned. It almost disgusted you to be confined there. It was lonely and dull. You hated it, but you had nowhere else to go. Your place had been the TARDIS for five years, traveling side by side with the woman who day by day grew on you. She showed you the most amazing views, stars and galaxies. The sun itself. To live a stationary life on Earth after having gotten a taste of all those wonders seemed wrong.

How much time has it been? You wished you lost count. But there was a clock ticking in your head, reminding you of every second spent without her. It’s one of her routine visits to Gallifrey, she told you. In two days she promised to be back. You knew she hadn’t been completely acquitted— every now and then she had to show up, proving she had changed. And she did. You were so so proud of her.

It’s been months, despite her having promised you to be away only a couple of days. Told you to rest, meet up with your family and friends, before leaving again for another adventure. When you attempted the request to go with her, of course she said no, that it wasn’t necessary, and you had dropped it, truly thinking that a couple of days wouldn’t have been so bad after all. Except that days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. And Gods, if you missed her.

Not a message, nor an hologram of hers. Completely abandoned in your apartment, with no explanation, no note whatsoever. People say time helps numb the pain, but you can’t bring yourself to agree with them. You can’t remember a single moment you felt an ounce of relief since she left you. It hurt so much, sometimes you feel like you can’t breathe. Time Lords lie. You had been warned before, yet you had hoped foolishly that she wouldn’t lie to you.

You hated how she saved you and then ruined you. A part of you wished she had erased your memories, if her intention was to leave you like that.

What hurt the most was the look on her face when she told you she would come back. You still remembered that. She made a promise she knew she was going to break and she looked absolutely fine with it. You wondered if she found another human to travel with. You scoff bitterly at the thought. More like, a new toy to play with. That’s what you had been for her after all.

Turning your hands into fists, you bite your bottom lip so hard to prevent screaming. You were mad. It was one of those days where the line between sadness and anger was so thin, it blurred. You tried to bring yourself to hate her, yet all you could do was hate yourself for having been foolish enough to allow your feelings to bloom.

That was your life now; part of your days spent in bed, rarely eating anything. When was the last time you left your house for a breath of fresh air? You didn’t remember. Once a week you had your groceries delivered at home, with the bare minimum to survive. Living was a privilege you did not possess. She would laugh at you, wouldn’t she? Reminding you how weak and fragile human lives truly are. And she would be right.

Your head hurts. It’s not a novel to you. It’s probably dehydration too. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You let out a humorless, dry chuckle, when you believe you’re hearing the familiar whoosh of the TARDIS echoing in your rooms. You cover your eyes with your palms, before rubbing them angrily with your fingers. The whirring of the blue box used to give you a thrill now all it gives you is a sense of nausea and heartache. “Ugh stop this. Just stop playing games—“, you mutter to yourself.

A timid squeak follows, but you try to ignore it. You had no idea there was actually a TARDIS inside your room, in its usual spot, by the window. You even started to believe it all happened in your head, Missy, the Universe, the stars and all the galaxies she showed you.

“What a spectacular landing, I must admit,” the woman in purple gently taps the TARDIS’ door with a pleased grin, before stepping out, rather excited to see you.

She parts her lips to cheerfully chirp your name, but when she spots you curled up in bed, under a pile of sheets, she stalls, freezes.

“Poppet?” Her hearts shatter in her chest at the sight of your glazed cheeks, tired eyes and ruffled hair. She nervously clears her throat, taking in your unexpected sadness. “Hiya, hot stuff. It’s me, Missy.”

You think you’ve imagined it. You had to. A bitter chuckle escapes your mouth in fact, “I’m going crazy,” you mutter incredulously.

Missy’s frown can’t help but deepen. She lightly shakes her head, bemused, horrified by the blank look on your face.

“Why can’t you just–” you don’t finish your thought and gwan at your bottom lip as if you were pondering on those words. An exhale, “why can’t I just forget you?”

Missy swallowed, hard. “Is this some kind of joke?” Her throat bobbled. “Because if so, it kinda hurts my feelings, so knock it off,” she could feel her own voice struggling to come out as fluently as she would like.

You hum. When something or rather someone sit to the side of the mattress, you can’t help but see and feel her presence around you, above you. You can’t imagine it. Her hand reaches out to you, finds your leg and gives an hesitant squeeze, as if she is suddenly unsure whether it’s okay or not to touch you.

It’s your turn to feel your throat tighten. Chest suddenly to small to contain your heart.

“Look at me, poppet,” she pleads softly.

You’re shaking, but it’s not cold what you feel. “Is it really you?”, your voice barely above a whisper.

A watery smile curves her lips. “Of course!” Her hand moves from your leg to your face, gently cupping it. It feels so cold. You’re cold. Yet you’re under the bedsheets. You exhale shakingly. “Who else could it be?”

You take a moment to realize everything. You dart your eyes from her to the TARDIS. You couldn’t believe it. Along with the excitement to have all of it back, came a pinch of anger and frustration. So you sit up rather abruptly, and Missy’s hand falls from your face. You let yourself dive into those blue eyes of hers. You could very well let yourself drown without second thoughts, despite everything.

A pause, before taking action. “Where the bloody hell have you been?”, you push her, taken by anger and frustration.

Missy looks at you in disbelief. She has never seen you so angry before, not at her at least, “Excuse me?” She stutters out. “Have you gone mad?”

Your face turns red. “The truth? Maybe,” you nod bitterly. “Possibly. No, wait. Most certainly,” you’re filled with so many questions, you don’t even know where to start. Why was she looking at you as if you had grown a second head was beyond your knowledge though. “You’re the one who left me, I shouldn’t be doing the explanations.”

Missy swallowed again, nervously. “Okay, so it’s about that,” she reasoned carefully. You flash her a glare and she lifts her hands up defensively. “Alright, fair enough, I’m aware it’s been a little more than a couple of days, but if you could just let me explain—“ you flap a hand at her again, not too hard, but enough to make her squeal, “Oi! Will you stop it?”

You ignore that. “Do you think I’m stupid? How long do you think it’s been?”

There’s such a fresh, raw suffering veiling your eyes that causes Missy to act. She cups your face, and when you try to jerk from her grasp, she fights and keeps you there.

“I mean it. Stop it—“ she pleads, her voice both soft and concerned. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

You feel a bit dizzy if you’re honest. But you’re upset, so it’s quite normal, isn’t it?

“What happened to you?” She urged.

“You really don’t know?”

“No,” she deadpans. “Anyway, I must tell you you’re lucky my old ways are past me. I used to kill for much less,” she tries to lighten the mood, hoping to finally see you smile. She missed it.

You’re tempted to hit her again, because how could she not know? She’s a Time Lady for heaven’s sake.

“Don’t make me tie your hands,” she warns you, however there’s no harshness in her voice. She sighs, when you avert your eyes from her, grumbling under your breath. “Just tell me how long it’s been. Ten days? Two weeks?”

A pause that feels like an eternity follows, before you mutter out, “Six months, Missy.” Her face paled, and your features hardened a bit. “Six fucking months during which you just… disappeared.”

Slightly shaking her head, Missy winced at that. “No.. that can’t be right. I left for merely six days, not six months.” When you meet her eyes again, she feels completely powerless. “I- I don’t understand. I settled the right coordinates. The TARDIS-“

“I wish you were right,” you sniffled.

She let out a shaky breath and with the free hand, she lifts your chin towards her. Next thing you feel are her soft, plump lips pressed against your forehead.

“I’m sorry, poppet. It was a mistake…”

You slightly pull away. A wave of conflicting emotions battle against each other. “I thought I was never going to see you again.” When she shakes shakes her head, you ask. “What happened?”

“I was in Gallifrey like I told you,” there is no lie within her words. “All boring stuff and then, on my way back I spotted some Lupari ships in my trajectory, well they spotted me,” she clarifies with an eye roll. “I had to throw them off so that they wouldn’t follow me on Earth.”

You frowned. “I didn’t think Lupari were dangerous. Don’t they consider humans their best friends?” Your question raises a little smile upon Missy’s face.

Such a clever girl, you are.

“They do,” when she pulls you closer, you nuzzle in her shoulder. She feels so warm towards you. It’s like she is reviving your aching body just by being close. Missy can’t help but graze her fingers up and down your forearm, as she holds you. “I attacked them once. I wasn’t… merciful,” she admits with a sad chuckle you don’t reciprocate. “I wasn’t scared for me but for you.”

You bit your inner cheek. Was it her way to say it was your fault she left for six months?

“Say something…” she uttered, breaking the silence.

You pull away slowly. “I can’t be doing this again, Missy. I can’t live with the constant fear that one of these days you’ll leave me because you’re trying to protect me.”

Missy felt like her whole world came crushing down upon her shoulders. “I won’t leave you again. I told you it was a mistake—“

You wince, slightly pulling away. “Mistakes can happen again, though”, you bow your head and fix your gaze upon your trembling fingers.

Missy clenched her jaw. A solitary tear slid down her cheek. “You’re right,” she concedes, sadly. When you look up, she performs the best reassuring smile she can give you. “But I can promise you to always do my best not to make any. Or at least, not many of them.”

You let out a watery chuckle as you nod. Finally that sound she missed so much comes back to her ears.

“I missed you. I .. missed you so much.”

“I know. I can see that,” she coos, stroking your cheeks and brushing some hair from your face. “Quite an effect I have on people, right?”

You laugh again, finally feeling yourself relax. She beams down at you, opens her arms wide in the silent request to snuggle again in her embrace. You didn’t need to be told twice. You squeeze her so tight, you become one with her.

“Missed you too by the way,” she pipes up.

“Oh, I know.” You mimic her tone, grinning.

“I could go back in time. Rearrange the coordinates. Show up the day after I dropped you on Earth and prevent all this…”

But you shake your head. “It’s okay, it’s done now. We are allowed to be sad about it and start from here.”

You can tell she isn’t convinced by your words, “are you sure?”

You nod your head, before giving her another squeeze. She racks her fingertips through your hair so gently, you let out a pleasant hum.

“What else happened?” Your next question came unexpected, in fact she rather abruptly stopped her cuddle.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you told the truth. However, you’re omitting something too.”

It shocks her how easily you can read her like an open book. It’s like a superpower you have which more often than not leaves her stalling, unprepared.

“I’m not,” she objects, her voice sounding almost childishly. “I was trying to keep you safe, that’s all.”

You hummed, unimpressed. “From the only species that clearly would never harm humans?”

Her lips twitched in an amused smile, despite everything. You were too clever for your own good.

“I knew it wasn’t safe for me to keep a poppet with a brain…”

You chuckled, pulling on her clothes. “Come on! Tell me.”

“Fine,” she mouthed feigning annoyance, “I was running from the Lupari at first, yes. But then… I guess, they got me thinking. All my life,” she trails off. “The decisions— questionable decisions I made throughout each regeneration of mine came haunting me like… living nightmares.”

There’s genuine interest in your gaze, fondness, more than anything, and it drives the Time Lady absolutely crazy. No judgment whatsoever.

“Turns out, I may be good now but it doesn’t change who I was and who I will always be to those I caused pain. And the Lupari are just one of the many creatures I tried to bend to my will,” you reached out to touch her hand. She smiled at the gesture and continued. “I thought of you,” a fleeting smile caught her lips. You grin back, and when she finally meets your gaze, you blush. “Of the annoying yet brilliant ray of sunshine you are, always so nice, always so kind. You’re everything I am not and if you keep following me, my past will haunt you too. And if it comes to that, I’m not sure I could bear the thought of your light being shut down because of it.”

Slightly shaking your head, your eyebrows knit in a frown. “Do you think I don’t know?” You argue, fondly. “Do you really think I’m clueless about your past?” She falls quiet, lips pressed in a thin line. You lean against her, your head resting right above her collarbone. She immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and you took one of her hands in yours, deciding to play with her fingers as you spoke. “I always knew what I was getting myself into when I decided to travel with you. Hell, it wasn’t for a pointless girly book club I signed for. I knew the risks of our life together. One spent in the stars is… everything but ordinary and devoid of risks.”

She tilted her head to the side. Her lips so close to your ear, “See? Since meeting me, you’re already cussing more,” she muttered matter of factly.

“Shut it!” You nudge at her with a chuckle. “I did that before meeting you too.”

She grinned, remembering the time you stepped inside the TARDIS for the first time. Maybe you were right.

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t,” you made it sound so simple, for a moment she really considered it. You turn around, so that you could be looking at each other more easily. “Don’t shut me out. I’m here to stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

“I left you for six months,” she grumbled, rather angry with herself. “Anything could have happened in six months…”

“But it didn’t,” you insist, “I’m fine.” You wanted to add now, but you kept that to yourself.

“Except that you’re not! And I caused this. The only person I never wanted to hurt,” her lip twitched in a guilty grimace as tears started wetting her cheeks like rivers of guilt.

You looked like someone whose life had been sucked away by force. And that had been because you’re not great at dealing with sudden changes. Plus you had been worried sick about her. Missing her was only one of the many thoughts that kept you struggling.

“Then stop wallowing in your own self pity and do something about it,” you scolded lightly. “I want to be with you, Missy. Why all of the sudden it feels like you don’t want me anymore?”

“It’s not that!” She exclaimed, indignant.

“Then help me understand.”

“How can I not want you with me if you’re literally everywhere I turn? Even when I close my eyes, I see your face, I hear your voice. I couldn’t leave you behind if I wanted to!” She fought against the trembling of her voice as she spoke.

You nodded quietly. “Feels like I’m a terrible burden.”

“Stop it-“ she warns you. You look at her confusedly and she groans. “Don’t you dare. You’re not. Never. Do not turn this around.” Her voice is firm, though her eyes are red and puffy as if she is about to cry.

“All I’m saying is, we were fine. We had fun together, didn’t we? Have I imagined that?”

A grimace. “No, of course not.”

Frowning, you make another attempt. “Then what changed?”

“Nothing,” she is quick to clarify. Too quick. “I’m just—I’m scared.”

“Of what?” You pressed, gentler now. When she darts her eyes from you to the TARDIS, you place your hand upon her knee. “Missy, what scares you?”

“You.” If it’s a question, a statement, a possibility, you’re not sure. You have no time to ask that she continues. “Me,” she adds. “You and I. Us. This.”

“Are you speaking in codes?” Your attempt at being funny kind of works because she smiles, even if just for a bit. You do too, tongue peeking through your teeth. Something Missy cannot resist.

“Just tell me what’s going on in that big head of yours,” you tease gently. She lets out a watery chuckle that you wish you could record and keep with you forever to listen anytime.

“Okay,” she bows her head and exhales. Her eyes fall shut to keep a new trail of fresh, hot, annoying tears from clouding her vision. When it doesn’t work, she rubs her fingertips to the corner of her eyes, if possible, only making things worse.

“Hey,” you take her hands in yours, giving her an encouraging smile.

“The truth is I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified,” she says in one breath.

Your eyes open wide. “Wha—?” She doesn’t see the huge grin that’s rising on your face, nor the wave of joy that just lit up your eyes. Too embarrassed, she is focusing elsewhere.

“You heard,” she grumbled.

“Look at me.”

A wave of her hand. “And being laughed at. I pass.”

You roll your eyes and poke at her arm. “Please,” your voice sounds delightful, relieved even.

“You don’t have to say anything, really. Even less that thing, either pity or compassion, can’t tell the difference honestly— don’t use it. It’s.. eek. The sole thought makes me want to throw up.”

You snorted at her rambling. It was so cute. She was… so damn cute. “I love you too, you stupid woman.”

Eyebrows shot up. Face turned as fast as a missile thrown in the sky. “You, w-what?”

“You heard me,” you crossed your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow at her.

What happens next feels like a shot of pure adrenaline for both. Missy grabbed your face with both delicacy and a pinch of urgency, and kissed you. How stupid had she been to run from the only thing that had been able to make her feel real emotions.

She loved you. And you loved her.

The kiss was slow and soft. Unpretentious. During which Missy realized your lips were like nectar to her. While her fingers grazed over your heated cheeks, your hands moved to cling onto her blouse. You feel her smirk against your mouth. Three hearts beating in pure harmony.

When your eyes fluttered open, you were met with hers, looking at you with nothing but pure glee. You beamed, her hands clasping in your hair and sending you goosebumps over the nape of your neck. She leaned further again, eyes darkening a bit as your tongue swept over your lips. When she kissed you again, the kiss was deeper, needier, sloppier, it made you cackle in her mouth.

“What’s so funny?” Her voice never sounded lighter.

You scrunch up your nose adorably. “Not funny, but silly. Both you and I.”

Missy looked at you, bemused. Your lips twitched in a fleeting smile, as you propped up and kissed the crease between her brows.

She melted. Quite literally.

“I love you, Missy,” you say in a whisper. “I’ll love you unconditionally for as long as your hearts desire.”

Her polished fingers delicately spider over your abdomen, before pushing you with a gentle push against the mattress behind you. Another chuckle. She could honestly feast on that sound, among many other things. “How does forever sound?”

You hummed. “A reasonable amount of time.”

She smiled and you smiled back.

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Back In The Old Cemetery

Dhawan!Master x Reader - Previous Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - On the anniversary of Missy’s death, you go to a nearby cemetery in order to remember and honour Missy in some way. However, you keep running into a random man throughout the day who seems determined to talk to you.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Recently read “Did You Miss Me?” on your old blog, honestly amazing. If you’re open to it, may I request a similar scenario between Dhawan!Master x Reader? Maybe where they reunite for the first time after Missy’s death and admit they both still love each other despite the regeneration?”

Warnings - canon typical violence, references to season 10, descriptions of character death, romantic loss, sadness/depression, let me know if I missed anything and I will add it

Word Count - 4593

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader (but is referenced to own and be comfortable with wearing makeup). Requested by this lovely anon! Use of Y/n. Proofread but not beta read. I hope that you enjoy this! :)

This is loosely inspired by Hunter’s Moon by Ghost, primarily the second verse and just other Ghost songs and their vibe because I am obsessed with them.

Also, I’m sorry that this took so long. I was not having a great past couple of years. But I really appreciate the love for my old series(which I am slowly rewriting) and thank you so much for this request! I really hope that you enjoy this! :)

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You felt like you were being watched. You had been feeling this way for a while now, at least for the past couple of months. You just chalked it up to a bout of heightened anxiety, however, due to the camera-filled and 24/7 news cycle-filled world that you now reluctantly called home. Life was so much simpler on The Master’s TARDIS.

It was ironic that her space was so calming given the nature of The Master and her chaotic lifestyle, but Missy’s ship was. The previous life and relationship you had with her always quelled any latent anxiety you felt about your home planet and people. Your life, alone on Earth, without The Master could never compare to the time you spent with her. Without Missy, you only became more aware of how miserable Earth could be at times. And despite her disdain for the majority of Humanity, you could tolerate your people more effortlessly with Missy’s help than you ever could manage without her presence in your life. She helped you with so much, but now she was gone forever.

You never properly entertained the thought that you were actually being followed, but as Missy had told you often, you were naively unaware of your ability to attract curious eyes. Missy had meant that as a compliment, despite the ominous tone. That is how she became fascinated with you, after all; by observing your quirks and interests from afar until she finally made herself known to you. You were simply just anxious without Missy. Simply anxious about being in a messy world without your person to help you sort out the mess. You weren’t actually being followed, right? The Doctor, even though you weren’t close, would step in, wouldn’t she? Especially after what happened to The Master and how the news affected you, right? You were just anxious, is all.

But if you were being followed, it wouldn’t be Missy playing a little trick on you. It couldn’t be her. She’s gone and she would never be coming back for you. The likelihood is that either your imagination was getting to you, or an enemy of either The Doctor or The Master was out to get you. Or it was just some random human being a creep. But it definitely wasn’t Missy. She died: that’s what The Doctor told you. Missy died alone and without you there to save or comfort her. And you knew The Doctor wasn’t lying about the fact that Missy was gone forever because she would have come to reunite herself with you if she was alive. But again, Missy died. You had to keep reminding yourself of that fact: Missy is dead. She’s gone. She’s never coming to save you. Ever again.

Today was the anniversary of when the newly regenerated Doctor informed you of the tragic news that Missy had died. The sentimentalist in you needed to mourn today, however, your plans to celebrate Missy’s memory added to your anxiety. You needed to honour Missy for yourself, but what if there was someone out there in your town, or the world, or the universe trying to get you? Today would be the perfect opportunity for an enemy to hurt you when you were already emotional and susceptible.

Eventually, though, you did convince yourself to leave your apartment. Today was for Missy, after all, not you. When the date caught your attention a couple of weeks ago, the first step of your plan was to go to Missy’s old Human job from when you first met. You would be torturing yourself by doing this, but you needed to purchase two bouquets of flowers. After purchasing your mournful bounty, you would walk to the nearest cemetery. Then, at the cemetery, you would leave one bouquet in remembrance of your beloved Master while taking the other bouquet home with you to memorialise Missy there as well. You even considered preserving it so you could have an idol of memories for longer.

Looking back on your history with The Master, it was probably an incredibly bleak omen for your relationship with her, but during Missy’s lunch breaks and on your travels home from work, the two of you would stride through the little parklike cemetery just around the corner from the shopping centre. Both of you would always be incredibly surprised by how beautiful the cemetery was; there was an assortment of trees that would offer ample shade to the gravestones and there was a winding cobblestone path fenced by flowers throughout. There was also a tall, cleanly cut hedge that bordered the whole property, alongside the iron gates delicately surrounding the cemetery.

Missy genuinely loved that little cemetery. Before you knew that she was an alien, she would often say that this cemetery was the most beautiful thing on Earth, other than you. You always asked her how she could possibly know every place on the planet, to which she would only wink at you teasingly. After discovering her true nature, her statement made more sense but you still wondered why this cemetery was so special to Missy. She could travel anywhere she wished, in all time and space. It never failed to shock you that The Master, the infamous rogue Gallifreyian, would treasure such a simple place. So where else you would go to mournfully celebrate her beautifully chaotic life? In your mind, there was no other option.

When you walked toward the small town shopping centre where Missy cemented her Human facade, you wrapped your coat tighter around your torso. You were cold, yes, but you needed something to hold onto to brave all of the resurfacing memories. You sighed deeply when you entered the shop and then briskly moved to the shop's mediocre selection of flowers without looking up from your feet.

The flower options and pre-arranged bouquets always looked more expensive and put together, even well into the winter, when Missy was working here. All of the bouquets she gave you were of the best quality.

“Never less than the best for you, my love,” Missy would always respond with this line when you complained that you didn’t need anything fancy.

Missy might have lied about buying flowers from this little shop, now that you thought about it. But you would rather choose to believe that Missy manipulated her “superiors” into buying and displaying more expensive bouquets and flowers to enhance the reputation of the place rather than her lying to you.

“Excuse me?” A voice sounded to your side, tearing you away from your thoughts of Missy. You turned sharply to the person trying to get your attention. He was a man a couple of inches taller than Missy with mesmerising dark amber, mixed with coffee and chocolate, eyes that were filled with care. He was wearing a button-down, slacks, and a heavy-looking deep purple coat, which seemed a bit out of place given the weather hadn’t turned properly cold yet. Maybe the man just ran cold?

“I think you dropped this.” The man held out a case of lipstick, intending to return it to you. You were shocked, still disoriented from being ripped out of your thoughts. You accepted the lipstick with a curt ‘thank you’, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through you when your hand accidentally brushed against the stranger’s fingers.

You immediately turned back to the display of bouquets before you, gripping the case of lipstick tightly in your hand. You had assumed that the man had left to either look around the shop or to leave, but to your horror, he continued to stand beside you. He returned your item. So, why hadn't he left yet? You just wanted him to leave your side. You didn’t want to interact with anyone more than you had to today. Today was too horrible for you to pretend to be friendly with strangers.

“Looking for anything specific?” The man asked after an agonising silence from the two of you just standing side by side in front of the flower display. He didn’t sound creepy like many people, usually men, sounded in situations like this, making you believe that he was actually curious. Even if he had good intentions, that didn’t dissolve your desire to be left alone, but you tried to be as nice as you could today.

“Something respectful. Not gaudy or obnoxiously and obviously meant to be gifted as an attempt to woo a Tinder match on a first date.”

“So like, cemetery flowers?” You whipped your head back to look at the stranger because of that question. Could he see your plan on your face or in your posture? How could he tell what your intentions were? The stranger shrugged his shoulders, almost as if he heard your thoughts.

“Yes, cemetery flowers.”

“These are quite smart. Whoever you are planning on visiting would love to have these on their grave.” The man plucked a bouquet wrapped in dark red wrapping from the shelf. The bouquet consisted primarily of fresh crimson roses and red salvia, with sprigs of baby’s breath and forget-me-nots to round out the assortment. When they were in shadow, the roses practically looked like dried blood, which thanks to Missy you knew what that looked like a bit too well.

You paused, sucked in a breath, shocked by the man’s forward nature. Then you quickly grabbed the flowers, shoved the lipstick into your coat pocket and moved to purchase the bouquet without another word being given to the stranger. You hoped that the man would have left the store by the time you had finished purchasing the flowers, however, he stopped you once again by the exit of the shop.

“I hope you have a good time at the cemetery.” He said, smiling, as if this was an everyday occurrence, but, like before, you didn’t respond. You rushed out of the shop so overcome with a torrent of emotions. You just needed to get out of there. You didn’t even realise until you were far away from the shops and the stranger that you failed to choose a second bouquet for yourself. You hoped that the second bouquet would be one similar to the ones Missy would gift to you, but because of that strange man part of your plan for the day was ruined. You would have to go back to the shops tomorrow.

Eventually, you slowed to a meditative walking pace on your way to the cemetery. After many deep breaths, you managed to decrease and steady your erratic breath and rapid heart rate. You tried to forget your interaction with the stranger and just refocus your mind on Missy: the good, the bad, the happy and the sad, all of your time with her. You just wanted to be surrounded by the memory of your lover, in general, but also to remember her existence in the most reverent way possible. Even though the weight of her memory was a heavy burden to carry, you had to do this for her.

Halfway to the cemetery, the moon emerged from its hiding spot behind a cloud. It was still light out, but the full specialness of the day became apparent to you. The orangy-red hue of the night’s Hunter’s Moon was soft but you imagined that it would darken and grow deeper in tone the longer it hung in the evening air into the night. Apparently, even your solar system wanted to help you mourn the loss of Missy.

Along with cemeteries, Missy loved abnormal moons. She would always drag you out of your apartment or plead with you to retrieve her from The Vault in a basement at St. Luke’s University so the two of you could go stargazing, or moongazing as it were. She loved Hunter’s Moons in particular, both because of the season they appeared in, but also because of the eerie atmosphere.

You finally entered the cemetery through the tall and squeaky black gates that enclosed the cemetery just as it was beginning to grow dark outside. After walking along the pathway for a few minutes, you saw the familiar bench where you and Missy would always sit.

Once you took a seat on the bench, you looked around the large, enclosed, cemetery. It had been a little over a year since you had been here last and you realised how much you missed this place. It truly was beautiful, in the gloomy and bittersweet way that many cemeteries were, but beautiful nonetheless.

You wished that you could have something tangible to remember Missy’s death and life. A trinket or object of Missy’s that would now be yours. Like all of the families that had loved ones buried in this place, they had something more tangible than you did. You wanted what they had. Even though death is never easy, their situations were easier to comprehend than yours. Missy died on a spaceship in the future galaxies away from Earth. You had nothing left of her and it felt as if nothing ever happened because of it.

Suddenly, you remembered the lipstick that the stranger had returned to you. You removed it from the pocket you had hidden it in in the rush of everything. You stared at the lipstick, curiously. The item definitely wasn’t yours. It looked like the one Missy would always use. But how could the stranger have this? Was Missy’s lipstick in your coat pocket this entire time? That didn’t make sense. You had worn this coat before and the lipstick wasn’t in any of the pockets. Not to mention the fact that Missy never went anywhere without her lipstick. It was unlikely that she would ever ask you to carry it for her.

You stared at the lipstick in your palm and reminisced about a random night when Missy was trapped on Earth. It was the night of a Hunter’s Moon, just like the one you sat under tonight. The Doctor graciously allowed Missy to leave The Vault for a night so the two of you could celebrate your anniversary.

The two of you went to a fancy restaurant that was far too expensive for you, but Missy took care of the bill as it was meaningless. Given her motto, any expense might have been excusable to The Master if you were the one asking for or needing something. After your meal, you somehow convinced Missy to go to a club. You bribed her by stating that she had never been to a Human club before. So why not go to one with you? Finally, the two of you drunkenly stumbled through your favourite cemetery under the light of the blood-orange moon while sharing a bottle of Asgardian mead that Missy had apparently stolen from the halls of Valhalla. At the time, you didn’t know whether or not to believe her because of how drunk she was, she easily could have been exaggerating. You later asked The Doctor about her story and to your delight, and The Doctor’s embarrassment, the story was real and unembellished.

You and Missy had briefly stopped at the bench you were now sitting on. You probably wouldn’t have recognised the bench after your drunken night out except for the fact that Missy carved your and her names onto the arm of the bench. Your names were intertwined in typical Gallifreyian marriage writing, where the names are entwined together to signify the bond between those in the relationship.

Despite the momentary rest, you had to beg Missy to return to The Vault that day because you were cold and your feet hurt. Missy never wanted that night to end but you promised to cuddle her for at least two hours before leaving for your apartment. You wished that you could stay, but The Doctor hadn’t allowed you to stay the night in The Vault.

After much convincing, your stubborn alien lover eventually agreed to your deal. Before leaving the cemetery though, Missy reapplied her lipstick and then kissed you all over your face and neck. You had to return Missy to The Vault in that state, much to The Doctor’s disgust. It was a great memory and a great day that you wished you could replicate with Missy. It saddened you to no end that you would never be able to do that, though. The Master was dead.

“May I sit here?” The voice of a man broke you out of your haze. No, not any man, the man. The stranger from the little shop that Missy used to work at was standing beside the empty seat on the bench.

“Did you follow me?” You shot back, angrier than you intended because he tore you away from Missy again. But this was all just too strange to not be angry about.

“Would a normal person follow a stranger into a cemetery?”

“No, but whoever said that you were a normal person?”

“What’s the fun in being normal?” The man crossed his arms with a smirk. You turned away in order to hide your slight smile. He was fun, you had to give him that, even though it upset you to admit this.

“People might trust you more.” You said after you regained your composure.

“The only person I want to trust me is you.” Again, you were shocked by the man and his forwardness, which appeared to be becoming a regular occurrence.

“Are you chatting me up in a cemetery?”

“Is it working?” The man’s smirk grew confidently and part of you just couldn’t resist his smile. You sighed defeatedly. You scooted over a bit on the bench to be closer to the carved arm and to allow enough space for the stranger to sit comfortably. You looked up to the moon as the man sat down. The Hunter’s Moon was now a deep orange with tones of red around the edges. There was another strange silence haunting the air between the two of you, until the man ruined it. You were starting to become used to this stranger’s habit of randomly breaking silences.

“Are you here for someone?” He sounded kinder, softer, than he did what asking you questions at the shop.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“That’s because you’re interesting.” The man bumped your shoulder with his. You hummed sceptically. This man, though intriguing, was like no person you ever met. He didn’t seem to care about social norms or what society deemed to be acceptable. Who else would flirt in a cemetery? Well, Missy would, but she was an alien.

“I’m kind of here for someone, yes. Their body isn’t here, but I like coming here, or any other cemetery really, to remember my person. I haven’t been to this cemetery in a while though, memories and all that, but I knew that I needed to be here tonight. What about you?”

“Yes, I’m here for someone, too.”

“I’m sorry.” You meant this genuinely. You didn’t know the man beside you and he had a propensity for behaving in an unorthodox manner, but he was still a person. You knew how hard it was to lose someone and you would never want to belittle someone’s grief. You locked eyes with this stranger for the first time since the moment in the little shop and held his gaze. You found it to be bizarre to feel so connected to a stranger but here you were talking to this man about Missy. You barely even talked about her to your best friends.

“There is no need for you to apologise, love. You weren’t the one to rip me away from the person I care about the most.” He bumped your shoulder again. Given the fact that you were facing each other now, you couldn’t take the intensity of being so close to the man. So, you looked away, flustered.

“Wow, I never thought I would have so much in common with a stranger in a cemetery.” You joked. You leaned over the arm of the bench slightly to move away from the man. You didn’t want to disgrace The Master’s memory in any way; it would be best to keep this stranger at a distance. To comfort yourself, you ran your hand over the carving Missy made, trying to commit the pattern to your mind to the best of your ability.

“You never know, you could meet the love of your life anywhere. A little shop, for instance.” The man still sounded positive despite your slightly uncomfortable demeanour. You liked this man, but you were worried that you were disrespecting Missy by even entertaining the idea of seeing someone else. How could you even be with someone else after The Master?

“Yeah, a little shop meet cute …” You traced the carving again absentmindedly while staring at the moon and the clouds passing over it. But the man once again distracted you from your sadness, though it wasn’t because of something he said like the many, many times before. Instead, the stranger pulled out a pocket watch that looked suspiciously too familiar.

“Where did you get that?” You grabbed the man’s wrist and pulled his hand, and inadvertently him, closer to you in order to inspect the watch. It was old, properly old, not just decorated to look like an antique. It looked identical to The Master’s watch.

“Oh this, I’ve always had it. Since I was a child, an orphan, abandoned, found in the storm.” Missy had told you stories about her past, one of which was when she, he then, had been hiding in a Human form at the end of the Universe. You turned the watch over in the man’s hand and saw the circular Gallifreyian carved into the back of the object. You tentatively ran your finger over the writing, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“This is not possible.” You croaked, still looking at the watch in the man’s steady hand. How could the man beside you have Missy’s watch? Unless they survived. Unless she regenerated. But The Doctor said they died. She was certain that they died and would not be returning. Could The Master really be alive?

“Y/n, love, anything is possible.” The man whispered in your ear as you felt him move and place his arm around your back. He softly rubbed circles on your back but you didn’t feel it. You felt like your world was spinning and nothing was certain any more.

“It’s not you. It can’t be.” You shook your head. This couldn’t be possible. Your grip on the man’s watch and hand tightened when you finally looked up at him, scared. When you looked into his eyes, that’s when you began crying. He looked so worried for you, but there was hope and love laced into the look he gave you. You shook your head, still not convinced that The Master was really stilling beside you, holding you. But The Master nodded and smiled.

“It’s really me, darling. I swear on lipstick and Asgardian mead. Nothing in this Universe, any Universe, could ever keep me away from you.” The Master wanted to wipe your tears from your face, but before he could you jumped into The Master’s arms and practically knocked him over into the other arm of the bench due to the force of your hug.

“Master, is it really you?” You asked into his shoulder, not able to control the crazy mix of joy and sadness you felt.

“Of course it’s me, darling. You didn’t really think that I would just leave you on this miserable planet alone, did you?” The Master caressed the back of your head and every so often placed a kiss on the side of your face.

“But how? The Doctor said -” You shoved yourself away from The Master wanting a clear answer, but he cut off your excited questioning.

“The Doctor is often wrong, especially about me.” The Master smiled and winked at you triumphantly. You let out an ecstatic noise that you had never made before in your life and hurled yourself into The Master for another bruising hug.

“Can we go home now?” You mumbled into The Master’s purple coat.

“We?” The Master asked hesitantly.

“Yes, why not we?” You pulled back from The Master again with a worried look written on your face. You couldn’t help but be a bit worried after everything. The Master had just returned to you, you didn’t want to lose him again so soon.

“You aren’t bothered by my new form?” The Master questioned while gesturing to himself.

“No, you’re still The Master. You’re still my Master.” The Master smirked before leaning close to you. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I knew that I loved you for a reason.”

“I love you so much. And I’ve missed you so much, Master.”

“Well, no more missing me. We are together now and nothing is going to rip me away from you ever again, and you are right, we should go home. It has been far, far, too long.” The Master removed himself from your arms and stood from the bench. He held his hand out for you, wiggling his fingers enthusiastically. You gladly accepted his offer and then proceeded to interlock your fingers.

“Before we get to my TARDIS, I should warn you that the ship looks quite different to how you will remember it.” The Master informed you as the two of you walked down the cobblestone path toward the gates of the cemetery.

“That’s okay.” You said into The Master’s shoulder as you braced your body against his to withstand the massive gust of wind that blew through the gates of the cemetery. The rest of autumn appeared like it was going to be a cold one.

“Really? You’re comfortable with everything being so different. I thought that you would be having a more difficult time with this.” The Master shed his coat and placed it around your shoulders.

“Change is easier with you, Master. And I would rather have you in my life in a different form than not in my life at all.” You cuddled into the rouge alien’s coat. He, like his previous regeneration, smelled of smoke and whiskey. Missy also smelled like cranberries, whereas this new regeneration of The Master slightly smelled like cinnamon in combination with the whiskey and smoke.

“My previous regeneration would have made fun of your sentimentality, but this regeneration loves the attention.”

“Good! There is a year’s worth of affection that you missed out on.”

When the two of you reached the door of The TARDIS, which now appeared as a large home rather than Missy’s preferred look of a wardrobe, The Master stopped you and caressed a hand down your face. His eyes, though very different than Missy’s, displayed the same devotion and love for you. Things change, but at the same time, everything stays. The Master was still your Master, just in a different package. And you still loved them, no matter what they looked like.

The Master finally leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss filled with all the love and longing he held for you, as the night’s Hunter’s Moon cast a warm glow upon the two of you. There will be so much adjustment ahead of you both, but you know that you will be able to succeed and overcome the difficulties to come as long as you and The Master are together.

#ghost's posts #fanfiction #my writing #doctor who #x reader #doctor who x reader #the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master #gomez!master #gomez!master x reader #missy x reader #missy

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agent-barnes40 · 9 months ago

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The Time Lords

The Master x Reader (Romantic) (Simm to Dhawan) (Platonic with Simm)

The Doctor & Reader (very platonic) (10-13)

Throughout the years, you get close to two very different Time Lords, what happens when they figure out the other?

You watched as The Master aggressively ate the rotisserie chicken you were saving for later. "That was for dinner, man."

"Shut up. I'm still hungry." The Master growled and looked up at you, his hands had started to tap in that four beat method, one you knew all to well.

You groaned and headed for your freezer. "You better pay me back for eating all my food! It's not like I hoard meat."

The Master tilted his head as he watched you walk around the kitchen, grabbing whatever meat items you could. He truly couldn't understand why you weren't scared of him, but again, you weren't scared of him on the Valiant either, even after everything he did to humanity. You stuck at his side, no matter what. You would stick at his side if he had anything to say about it.

The Doctor came to you a few days after The Master had taken off, his arms crossed as he tossed your house key back at you and you smiled, shoving it with the rest of your spare housekeys that you had made for the Time Lords. "Why are you giving me my key back? You planning on leaving?"

The Doctor shook his head, and that's when you noticed the gold shimmering up under his skin. You had been his last stop on his goodbye trip. "Wanted you to give the new me the next one."

You scoffed softly, the smile on your face dropping. "You'll find a spare one in that TARDIS of yours, Doctor. I'll see you in the next face okay?"

Of course, about a year or two later, The Doctor had come back, this time with a redhead and a man who looked like he did not want to be there. "Hold on Ponds. Let me just get the key in."

"Why are we breaking into someone's house anyway?" The redhead could be heard asking him before you opened the door and grinned at the bowtie wearing man.

"Let me guess, found my extra key?" You asked, looking up at The Doctor.

This time, however, you didn't expect to get lifted up in a hug and spun around, a kiss being pressed onto your head as a laugh bubbled out. "Okay! Okay!"

The Doctor let you rest back onto the floor and you held tightly onto him as the world spun, a grin you hadn't seen in years on his face. "Hey pinstripe. How long has it been for you?"

"The end of the world, literally." The Doctor said and you laughed again, knowing to take his words at their value.

"Of course, the world dying would get you to finally come back to me."

The Ponds stood still outside your door, and you turned to them. "Hi! Sorry for forgetting about you guys. He doesn't bring companions around much anymore."

The Doctor gave your arm a squeeze and you smiled at him. "Ah, okay. Should I give them keys too?"

"I mean you are the designated companion and time lord safe house." The Doctor said and you tilted your head softly.

"You might have a woman with big poufy hair show up. I gave her a key and your coordinates."

"Is it River again?"

The redhead sputtered a minute. "How do you know River?"

You got a mischievous look in your eyes that The Doctor definitely didn't like. "Spoilers, Pond."

The Master, well O, had started to show up after Bowtie had disappeared for a while. He needed help setting up an alias and wanted you as a good middle ground for him and the Doctor. "I am only setting you up with a Whatsapp, and then that's it, Master. I do not want to be in this scheme."

Of course time doesn't ever go linear for anyone who is friends with two time lords and a day later, The Master showed up on your doorstep, holding a key.

"Does he just keep giving those out? How is he getting more?" You asked running your hands over your face and The Master laughed softly.

"I have no clue poppet but.. I did snag it out of his pocket." The Master spoke and grabbed your hand. You recognized the outfit she was wearing.

"Why are you dressed like Mary Poppins had an evil daughter?" You asked and The Master stood there for a minute, a shocked look on her face.

"Now excuse me." The Time Lord said and you rose a brow.

"You are literally dressed like Mary Poppins but evil, Master."

The Master scrunched her face up and waved her hand in your face. "Its The Mistress, or for you, it can be Missy."

You grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Of course, Missy."

Of course, Bowtie had started showing up more, and then he just didn't and a teary eyed Amy Pond stood at your door and all you did was open your arms and was crushed into a hug by the woman and you just held her. "H-He's dead!"

"Oh no, he's not. Our Doctor doesn't die. He cheats death. He's done it a million times, Pond." You don't know when you picked up his nickname for her but it backfired and she started to sob even louder.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll keep you Pond's safe okay?"

O texted you one day, sending a photo of the cubes on the ground with a warning. 'Don't pick them up, love.'

You promptly ignored him and brought a singular one into your house, and sent a photo back. 'Make me, Master'

The texting between you and The Master picked up after that and suddenly you had a greying Doctor at your door, and he looked so upset. "What's wrong, Doctor?"

"How do you always know it's me?" He quietly asked and you opened your arms for him, just like you had done for so many of his past regenerations and his companions.

"Come here."

The Doctor hesitates and you close your arms. "Not a hugging face this time?"

He shook his head and you laughed softly. "Okay, grumpy. What do you want to do?

"An adventure?" He asked, it wasn't the first time he had asked you. It definitely wont be the last if you decline.

This time however, you reached a hand out. "Lets go run, Doctor."

Apparently running meant never going back home. Running meant seeing things you thought you were ready to see and running meant staying to comfort Clara and The Doctor when things got rough. Clara didn't show up at your door much but when she had, it was bad.

This time she showed up at your door in The TARDIS, eyes red and sniffling and all you had to do was open the door and she was collapsing in your arms. You knew what had happened, Missy had messaged you. Danny Pink was dead.

Missy had started to rile up The Doctor and you groaned. "He's married, robot!"

She twisted her head to look at you, starting to scan her eyes over you. "Are you in need of funeral services?"

You had recognized that look in her eyes and you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, for that grump you had pressed against the wall."

The Doctor watched as you and MISSI tossed flirts back and forth. "You know she's just a robot right?"

You rolled your eyes again. "And yet didn't you have an android boyfriend, Doctor? I could have a robot girlfriend."

"Not one that looks like Mary Poppins."

You couldn't stifle the snort that aggressively left your throat as you finally started to laugh at the absurdness of the situation. You had rubbed off on the Time Lord and Missy finally called for Chang.

Chang had started to crumble under the weight of acting so quickly when the bodies started to turn into Cybermen. You leaned against the wall, looking between everyone as The Doctor started to scramble. He looked at you and held his hand out and you rushed to follow him, Missy sending you a wink.

Cybermen had started to pour out of the building and you just watched. Missy had used the handle of her umbrella to pull your wrist away from the panicking Doctor. "Sorry, pet. Gotta keep up appearances."

You rolled your eyes as she held something phone shaped to your head. "Take me on a date first, Missy."

She hummed and pressed a kiss onto your cheek, leaving a print of her lipstick there. "Only if you ask nicely."

You recognized Osgood from a mile away and smiled at her scarf. Missy looked absolutely upset at being asked for a picture as The Doctor watched. You were roughly pulled from Missy's grip by him when the UNIT soldiers started to come up.

You had to ignore the mass amounts of messages you had started to get, your phone was blowing up with messages from O and you had to ignore them. You knew he was only acting worried, he knew what happens, if your assumptions were correct.

The Doctor looked at you and scanned you. "Are you okay?"

You smiled and squeezed his hand. "Of course, Doctor. Who else could have a weapon pressed to their head and be fine?"

He rose a brow and huffed softly. "Literally no one, are you sure your fine?"

"A make up wipe would be nice."

Missy waved a hand. "Front pocket, Love."

The UNIT soldiers watched as you reached into her front pocket through her skirts and pulled the wipes out. "Thanks, Mary Poppins."

She huffed as Clara came over to help you wipe off the lipstick and it just wouldn't come off. "You have to say the magic words, poppet."

You groaned, and all your acting fell apart. "Oh come on, Missy! Just let me wipe your lipstick off this time."

"Only for my favorite human!" The Time Lady snapped her fingers and you swiped the wipe over her lipstick mark and removed it.

The Doctor watched, his brows furring as you went to shove the wipes back into Missy's pocket. His hand reached out and stopped you from moving. "You know her."

You shrugged. "She's just pretty! Who else can say they flirted with an evil time Lord?"

"No, you asked her to let you wipe off her lipstick again." The Doctor pressed and you looked over to Missy.

You mouthed a sorry before looking back at The Doctor. "I am the Time Lord and Companion safe house, Doctor. You didn't specify which Time Lords."

The Doctor dropped his grip on you so quickly and you crossed your arms. "Well, this is the last I'll be seeing of this face, I can tell."

You turned to Kate, a smile on your face for the woman. "Can I get a ride home? I doubt Angry Brows over there will give me a ride home right now."

Missy huffed. "If he cared for you so little, then why does he still show up at your doors?"

You rolled your eyes and looked at her. "Because I'm the only one, aside from himself, you, and UNIT, that knows everything."

Kate looked between you and Missy and finally asked. "Who is she?"

You and Missy spoke in unison.

"She's the queen of evil."

"Queen of evil."

Of course you weren't allowed to go back home, or at least back to the TARDIS. You were sat in the presidential airplane and The Doctor looked at you. "How long have you had her in your house?"

You scoffed. "You think I had her living with me? She found her own place, or TARDIS to live. You're the one who let her steal your key!"

He groaned and shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling around for the key to your house and then held it up. "No I didn't."

You groaned and let your head drop to the table. "Time is never ever linear between the two of you, I swear!"

Your phone buzzed and you finally pulled it out of your pocket and you looked up at The Doctor after reading the text. You quickly clicked your phone off and stood up. "I need to talk to Missy."

"No. You are going to stay here." The Doctor ordered and you stilled for a moment.

"I'm not a companion, Doctor. I'm not under your duty of care." You snapped and headed for where they were holding Missy and The TARDIS. You knew Osgood was dead, at least one of the Osgood's at least.

You never expected Clara to show up your front door, and one look at her eyes told you everything. "Your dead, aren't you?"

"How'd you know?" She asked as she stepped in.

"Because he showed up. He kept asking about you. It broke my heart, Clars. I'm gonna miss you." You said, pulling out her regular drink choices and stopped when someone stepped in behind Clara.

"Sorry, Time Lords and Companion's only. I don't supply much for anyone else except for myself." You still had everyone's food choices in your fridge, time was never linear with anyone who traveled with The Doctor, so you kept buying food that you knew probably wouldn't get eaten.

You were in the middle of reading a book when you heard the TARDIS and you groaned, you turned to look at the box appearing in the corner. "Do you have to always park inside the house? I made you a designated parking spot outside!"

You watched as a greying man stepped out and your face scrunched. "Uhm, Hello! You do not give the vibe of The Doctor."

"Someone who gets it!" The man shouted back into the box.

"I knew they would!" A woman shouted back and you groaned.

"Doctor! Come on out!" You got up and placed your book to the side.

A blond haired woman stepped out, her hands in her pockets and she spun. "What do ya think?"

You smiled. "You got the upgrade Missy was talking about!"

"Yeah.. You aren't confused?" The Doctor asked and you laughed a small bit.

"Your always going to be The Doctor! It doesn't matter what your body presents, your always my favorite Doctor." You smiled even wider and held your arms out.

"First hug?" You asked.

The Doctor rushed toward you and you practically crushed each other in a hug. You missed The Doctor's hugs, sure you had one a couple of days ago but this was a completely new face hug. You loved a completely new face hug.

The rest of the people come flooding out of The TARDIS and you looked over at them. You pointed over to your bowl of keys. "Take one, all of you."

You pulled back, turning to look at The Doctor. Your face dropped at the look on her face. "I am not housing all of them, I housed the Ponds and Clara!"

The Doctor shook her head. "Not about The Fam-"

"I thought we agreed to not use that!" The group said in unison and you laughed.

"Can I get names real quick, of this group?" You asked, gesturing to them.

The Doctor quickly introduced you to Yaz, (cause the two of you were friends now) Ryan, and Graham. You looked back toward The Doctor who grabbed your hand. "Doctor, what's wrong?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Just uhm, Missy's dead." The Doctor said and you nodded.

"Okay, yeah. She'll show up eventually. New face, like you. She always has in the past."

"The ship exploded. She's gone, gone. I don't think she had a way off."

"Oh, okay. Well, uh.. Who wants drinks? Not alcohol but drinks none the less."

You avoided the look The Doctor was giving you and focused on Yaz, Ryan, and Graham. "If you just got stuff off The TARDIS, thats okay. I'm the designated Time Lord and Companion safe house, if any of you are in danger, have no housing, anything really.. I am your person. I have a list of foods you guys can add onto and I'll get it."

Graham gave you a sad look. "You were with this Missy, weren't you?"

You shrugged. "Situationship. She was mine but I don't think I'd ever fully be hers, we weren't exclusive but she was mine."

You nodded a little bit, reassuring yourself and you felt your phone buzz and you held your hand up, pulling your phone out and looking at the text O sent you. The Doctor always had a habit of peeking over shoulders and looked at the contact name. "You know O?"

You whipped to look at her so quickly. "Yeah, old friend."

Your TV lit up with the faces of Graham, Yaz, and Ryan labelling them as wanted criminals and you quickly dialed The Doctor. "I need you to pick up! Pick up!"

The call went to voicemail and you quickly dialed O. The Time Lord picked up instantly. "Hello Love, I see you saw my work with your friends."

"What did you do? O, I need to know." You demanded and you looked up when the front door was tossed open.

The Master grinned at you, tapping on the smartphone to end the call as he stalked over. He was in a suit and you instinctively stepped back. "Don't be so scared, Love. I'd never hurt you."

You shook your head. "I'm not scared of you. I'm scared of your plan. What are you doing to The Doctor?"

"She's currently with Ada Lovelace. Come on. I was coming to pick you up anyway." The Master had grabbed your wrist and started to direct you to the shack outside.

"You better not have landed on my car, Master. I'm gonna kill you if you did."

"I didn't. You human's and your vehicles." The Master grumbled and you scoffed.

"You Time Lord's and your vehicles! Do you know how many times I have had to replace chairs because you couldn't park right?" You snapped, letting him drag you into his TARDIS.

You rose a brow at the messiness of it all. "Missy would be throwing a fit right now. She kept the vault spotless, Master. How did this happen?"

The Master groaned and looked over at you. "Had to pretend to be human, love. I have to be messy."

You stared at him. "When you move in, you aren't trashing my house like this."

The Master started to pilot his TARDIS to 1834. He turned to look over at you, mid spin. "Move in?"

"Gotcha. I can't exactly move out of the safe house, I have to keep everyone safe, you know." You said, already moving toward the wardrobe, The Doctor had one and you knew The Master always had to one up them.

"You'll be moving in with me. We can change the exterior of my TARDIS to look like your house!" The Master shouted after you and you laughed.

"Do you think thats a good idea?" You called back.

"Anything for you!"

"Aww, you do have a soft side, Master."

That soft side did not last long and you were in the middle of two screaming Time Lords. You held your arms out, keeping the two separated. The Doctor had taken a deep breath in between her yells to look at how you were dressed and how you were trying to convince The Master to calm down.

"Did you know?" The Doctor asked and you turned to look at her.

"What do you mean, Doctor?"

"Did you know?" The Doctor asked again, this time emphasizing each word and The Master tightened his grip on the TCE at her tone.

Your face softened a soft bit. "Yes. I promised to be truthful with you after the 3W incident. I knew he was O. I set up his WhatsApp. I didn't know anything else. I didn't know the plan. I told him to keep me out of it."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" The Doctor practically yelled and you rose a brow.

"Oh yeah, let me just tell you that your old friend is actually the Time Lady you kept locked up in your basement. The Scotsman would've eyebrowed me to death!" You snapped.

The Master looked at you. This was new information. The Doctor had her mouth opening and closing as she chose her next words.

You shook your head. "I know when The Master or Missy is even involved, you get like this. Didn't expect you to get this mad though. I should've known. This is why I never told you about Missy and I, or the fact that he showed up after the year that never was, before you regenerated. You all entwined me into this keep away game. After this is all over. I'm leaving. Unit or you can have my house, keep it open for the companions but I'm done, Doctor. I can't have a life without it being one of the two of you."

The Master watched you and then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind him. The Doctor instinctively stepped back at the rage in his eyes. "Master! This has nothing to do with just her. Its the both of you and you both know it. Now! Shut up, play nice, and get me home. You two can kill each other to your hearts contents when I get a new place."

The two Time-Lords realized very quickly your anger was placed on the both of them and not just one. They both needed you. The one constant both have had throughout their regenerations and they both had lost you.

#Dhawan!Master x reader #Missy x Reader #Gomez!Master x reader #Cade's Doctor Who writing #Cade writes for Doctor Who #The Doctor x reader #Doctor Who x reader

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bloody-cupcakes · 8 months ago

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Yandere/dark Missy/Gomez! Master x reader; she fingers you while you're trying to sleep

Tw: yandere/dark content, noncon/dubcon, nsfw/smut, mean femdom, afab reader, vaginal fingering, implied kidnapping/Stockholm syndrome, Missy uses pet names for the reader (in a degrading way) such as poppet, pet, and love, Missy refers to herself as Mummy and Mistress, the reader refers to Missy as Mommy several times and Mistress once

You were curled up, sleeping soundly in the bed you shared with Missy, something that she'd insisted after affectively taking you from your home with no intention of returning you. You were wearing a very loose and baggy t-shirt as pajamas, with nothing underneath. She'd insisted on that, too.

Actually, she'd originally suggested you wear nothing to bed at all, but there were some places where you had to draw the line. Missy thought it was cute how you tried to make yourself seem intimidating and no nonsense when she brought it up; despite your best efforts, it was hard for her to take you seriously.

Still, she wanted to make you feel as though you had at least some control over the situation (even if you really didn't), so she relented and agreed that you were allowed to wear one article of clothing to sleep in. You were certain the TARDIS wardrobe had much more options to choose from, but the selection she gave you was small, so you were stuck with what you got.

It was bad enough being forced to wear so little, and the cold temperature in the room certainly didn't help. You'd pressed your body as close to hers on the bed as possible in hopes of staying warm, not missing the amused chuckle she'd let out when you did so.

After what seemed like ages you were finally able to fall asleep, but your moment of peaceful bliss didn't last very long when you felt Missy's meticulously manicured nails drag across the skin of your upper thigh. You tried to ignore it, but it became harder and harder the further up her fingers creeped.

You let out a sigh of relief when she pulled her hand away, but you should've know she wouldn't stop there; a few minutes later her hand returned, pulling your t-shirt up to your stomach. Although you couldn't see it, you could just imagine the way she was most likely grinning with glee at your most sensitive area being exposed for her own personal enjoyment.

"My, my, poppet, what a pretty little thing you are underneath that dreadful old piece of fabric," she cooed as she began to tease your folds with her fingertips. You cursed yourself inwardly for just how wet you'd already gotten, as that was something you definitely wouldn't be able to hide from her in this moment.

"N- No more, Missy... 'm tryin' to sleep..." You mumbled out tiredly, attempting to shift your body away from hers on the bed. She tsked at you in disapproval, using her free hand to wrap around your hip and hold you in place.

"Now, now, stay still for me, poppet." Her thumb brushed teasingly over your throbbing clit, drawing a pathetic whimper from your lips. "After all, you're Mummy's pet now, and as such, I expect you to behave. Do you understand?"

Whining desperately, you nodded your head, no longer trying to get away as you realized it would do you more harm than good. "Yes, Mommy." Your voice sounded so timid and meek, just like she'd hoped for.

"What a good pet you are for Mummy." She decided to "reward" you by plunging two of her fingers into your dripping hole, giggling in amusement at the cries of protest that came from you.

"M- Mommy- Mommy, it's too much-" You squirmed around on the bed as she held you firmly against her, thrusting her fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

"Shh, love, you're alright. Mummy's got you," Missy murmured affectionately in your ear, her hand caressing your hip gently. "If you do well for your Mistress, I'll let you go back to sleep afterwards, okay?"

All you could do was nod in agreement, too overwhelmed to string a real sentence together. "Please, Mommy..." You babbled out almost incoherently, trying to move your hips up to meet where her fingers were. "Mommy- Mommy, please..."

"Stay still, poppet. Mummy didn't give you her permission to move, now did she?" She spoke to you in a firm tone, scolding your disobedience. Her fingers moved deeper inside you as she brought her thumb back up to your clit, rubbing there harshly.

Your back arched upwards as pants and moans exited your mouth uncontrollably. Tears of desperation filled your eyes as the feeling of pleasure became too much. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"You should really learn to obey your Mistress," she continued as if you hadn't even spoken, her grip on the side of your body becoming almost painful as she held you in place. "Mummy doesn't like having to be mean, pet, you know that."

You whimpered loudly in response, staying as still as you possibly could. "Yes, Mistress," you said in a soft and quiet voice, biting your lip as you tried to muffle your pitiful sounds.

"Good, love. Stay still for Mummy." She smirked at the way your body tensed up as you started getting close, your eyes looking up at hers pitifully as you searched for her acceptance. "Oh, alright. Since you've done so well for me despite your brief moments of misbehaving, you can cum."

Letting out a high pitched whine, you finished on her fingers, your cum covering her hand. She carefully pulled her fingers out from inside you, holding them up to your mouth. "Open," she commanded, not even giving you the chance to part your lips fully before shoving them inside.

You gagged some at first due to the sudden intrusion, your tears from earlier finally making their way out of your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. Knowing what she wanted, you sucked on her fingers, cleaning them off from where you'd unintentionally gotten them dirty when you came.

"Good pet," she praised in a loving way, pulling her fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop. She then let go of your hip and used her hands to pull your shirt back down over your body, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your head once she was done. "There you are, love. Go back to sleep now."

She didn't have to tell you twice. You rolled over onto your side and cuddled up close to her, nuzzling your face into her chest as you got comfortable again. You soon fell back asleep, drifting off to the sound of Missy humming some old Gallifrean lullaby.

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katsuthelittlekitten · 2 years ago

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Missy Fluff Alphabet.

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Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Missy really love music in general, she mastered piano and different other instrument and she just adore when you sit with her and play a part of piano in duo. It always make her smile.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Missy honestly love everything about you, she's not the type to be picky on these things but if she had to choose, she'd probably say she love yours lips better. The time lady just like to kiss them so much and think they fit perfect with hers.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Your mistress would do everything she can to help you feel better and calm yourself, she would sit with you and take you in her arm, kiss your skin murmuring reconforting things in your ears. Missy would make sure to stay the closes she could to you when your in this state, because she is herself stress and anxious when it happen and she just want to make sure your ok.

Date - What was the first date with them like? What is their go-to date? What is their dream date?

For a first date your time lady would probably bring you to a foreign planet and show you what she have seen during her long life. She'd find a way to make things romantic and to amaze you because common we're talking about Missy here.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Hummmm...I don't even know how it can be a question the woman's name is literally the diminutif of mistress and she call herself mommy soo of course she's dominant with you and theirs no way she's going to do concessions.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Missy isn't the type to keep grudge for something you say or else if you tell her the truth and apologize. Of course I'm not saying she wouldn't maybe...punish you for thinking you could go against what she sayed or argue with her but yea she'll forgive you don't worry.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

The time lady knows how much you changed her and she's gratefull for it she think that she is becoming a better person because she's with you. She still kill people but only when it's absolutely require and she feel less guilty about it now that she knows it wasn't a choice she make. Missy often thanks you for being with you and not judging her for her past.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

With you, she would say anything, your her confident and partner and she knows not to keep things from you. To the others tho...it's an other thing.

I love you - How fast does she pronounce these tree words to you?

It took time, she had to trust you and come to know you better and be absolutely sure that if she sayed them it was for real and genuine. However, when she sayed it the first time, it was the bigining of a praised she always says and make sure ton bestowed to you every time she can.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Well remember when I said she wasn't killing except if absolutely necessary, well seing someone looking at what is hers or touching her little pet is a offence that she judge worth killing for. By the way be sure she will make it really painfully for the person in question that thought it was a good idea to try and steal you from her.

Kiss - What was the first kiss like?

Missy doesn't know what a gentle and calm means, everything she does is full of intensity and your first kiss wasn't an exception. The time lady kissed you breathless and she insert her tongue in your mouth craving to taste you and feel you as much as possible. You honestly didn't mind her passion, and still doesn't you love her for it.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Well, the brunette wouldn't go by many different ways, she would go straight to the point and just tell you she have feeling for you, that she love you. It would obviously be the beginning of really passionate event.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose?

Missy isn't opposed to marriege, she actually quite like the idea of an other way of showing to others that you belong to her. She would just be happy to be united with you by holy matrimony even if it's a human tradition and would be quite excited for the honey moon.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Your mistress just loveeee to call you by cute name, she have her favorite of course like "pet" "baby girl" "little love" " "sweetheart" but theirs many others. They always successfully make you blush.

Obsessed - How obsessed are they of their s/o?

Hum, she's quite abscesses yes, she doesn't like when you are not in sight and worries about you when she can't protect you, she thing about you always and is quite addict to your body even if she would say so herself.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Oh god yes, Missy is what you can call an exhibitionist of what she possess, and well it includes you. She adore to kiss you, touch you, even sometime go has far has fuck you in public places when she really is desperate.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Well her mind reading abilities is really usefull sometimes when you feel down and don't want to talk about it. She just have to take a peek into your kind and give you exactly what you need to feel better, it's generally her attention.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Of course she's creative Missy is a time lord as old as doctor who, she have seen many things in her life and she would obviously do pretty much everything in her power to make you happy, whatever it takes. She's not he biggest of romantic but if she knows you like to get gift and attention including romantic gesture she would be happy to oblige.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Honestly your lady would try to help you the best she can, but if it's a goal related to your mortal life she wouldn't really know how to do so. However she would always be the one to motivate you and encourage you for them.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

The blue eyes time lady love action, she like when things are spicy and dangerous, so if course she would like change into your relashionship to make it more exciting, however she is not against slow and calm day with routine.

Understanding - How good do they know

their partner? Are they empathetic?

She knows you very well, practically like she had made you, she knows what she need to do and how to act to make you happy and what not to do. She knows your taste, your weakness and she feel very proud that she know the person she loved so much.

Vanity - How concerned are they with their looks?

Missy is realllllyyyy concern of her apparence, she like to look classy and pretty, she love putting makeup all the time and to wear perfume.

Wardrobe - (What would they wear to impress you?)

Your mistress knows that you like her dresses and the way she look in her every day routine, so she just wear her cloths normally, however if she feel like pimwnting things up a little, you wouldn't go against the idea of a leater outfit of sexy garments.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

She wouldn't admit it but Missy is not really capable of staying to far away from you. She can't bare really well being separated from you no mather if it's for a day of a week. She's grown so used to being with you all the time and she just crave you always. It's even hard for her in public to keep her hands off you.

Zzzz- How are they when they sleep?

When your lover does sleep, she is quite peacefull, surprisingly so because she never is when she is awake. Missy have a really light sleep, she wake up easily and normaly always keep a hold on you, keeping your body close to her in a protective manner. She hate when she wake up and your not in her arms anymore, it makes her mad and she gets upset.

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katsuthelittlekitten · 2 years ago

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pleaseeee please someone write thisss

Twissy headcanon: Whenever the Doctor is mad at her, Missy pulls his hand to her chest and her heartbeat calms him down (and also reminds him that he loves her).

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lanawinterscigarettes · 6 months ago

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I see the post about the Master(s) caring for a sick reader and raise you: reader having to care for sick Master(s)

if you think they're a lot to handle before just wait until they have the timelord equivalent of the flu kicking their ass

The reader taking care of the Masters when they're sick

Characters included: Simm, Missy/Gomez, and Dhawan

Warnings: being sick (obviously), pretty sure that's it

Simm! Master

He's not sick, he can't be sick. He's a Timelord, and Timelords don't get sick

That's what he insisted to you over and over again, but it was a bit hard to take him seriously with how nasally and congested he sounded

At first he wants you to leave him alone (because he's not sick, thank you very much) but once it becomes clear whatever he's got isn't going away anytime soon he very begrudingly allows you to care for him

Acts like he wants to be left alone but then whines very loudly if you're gone for too long, so you're basically stuck watching him the entire time

He has terrible manners in general, which are made even worse when he doesn't feel good, so don't expect him to say please or thank you unless you press him for it

Complains about something every two minutes without fail. He's cold, so you get him a blanket. Then he throws it off because he's hot. Then he gets cold again and needs you to tuck him back in

Eventually you get tired of listening to him whine so you put on The Teletubbies in hopes that'll distract him long enough for you to sneak away and get some peace and quiet. When you return a half hour later, he's passed out in bed, sleeping peacefully while the TV continues to play in the background

Missy/Gomez! Master

She would also refuse to believe that she's sick at first, but it takes her much quicker to cave and accept your treatment

Wants to be pampered and treated like the sophisticated Timelady that she is, meaning she fully expects to be waited on hand and foot for the entirety of her illness

Such a drama queen, honestly. You so much as suggest she blow her own nose and she goes on this long rant about how she can't believe you're making her do something while she's sick, and she's much too weak and helpless to care for herself, and don't you love her?

If it works it's only because you want her to shut up (despite how nice her voice sounds, I imagine it must get to be quite tiring to hear her do nothing but whine)

After awhile she gets bored of laying around and doing nothing (despite you being there to take care of her) so she tries to sneak off and cause some trouble, hoping you won't notice

Unfortunately for her, you'd gotten used to hearing her call out your name every couple of minutes and soon grow suspicious when she doesn't. She doesn't make it far before you catch her and usher her back to bed with a firm scolding

Dhawan! Master

Oh boy. Out of the three of them, he is the whiniest, clingiest, and biggest baby yet

As soon as he wakes up and can tell he doesn't feel good, he immediately calls out for you. It could be as minor as a sore throat or the sniffles and he'll act like he's dying

At first he tries to act just as intimidating as he usually is but it doesn't work because a) you don't find him that intimidating in the first place and b) even if you did he's definitely not when he's wrapped up in multiple blankets and cuddling with a stuffed animal

Speaking of which he begs you to cuddle with him, even if it's likely that you'll catch what he has. Honestly, the two of you usually get sick back to back because of how clingy he is: if one of you has something, the other is bound to catch it at some point

He doesn't want to have his every whim catered to in an arrogant way, he's just so pathetic and pitiful when he asks for something that you can't help for feel sorry for him and find it near impossible to say no

Needs to be near you the entire time he's sick. If you disappear even for a second he begins to practically whimper with displeasure, like a small puppy who's been abandoned

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valentinetypewriter · 2 months ago

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Smut headcanons of Krillitane Y/n with different versions of The Master

This can be read separately but it is attached to my Master x Krillitane reader Series

Saxon Master

He matches your freak. You try taking a bite out of him and he'd bite back and would definitely draw blood

He lives for the dangerous rush of sleeping with a Krillitane

A constant power struggle between you two

He would most likely get turned on watching you kill something, even if it's just for food

Is definitely a sado-masochist, maybe that's why he likes Krillitane Y/n so much

Silver simm/season 10

Much more tame then his younger self, though he still likes to bite

He's more into you being submissive then the constant power struggle he used to enjoy

let's face it he's much more intimidating looking than before, and he would definitely use that against you

He would so be into him and Missy going to town on you, making you an absolute mess

He would so flaunt that his girlfriend is a monster that could easily kill (he also gets off to it)

Missy

Missy is much more tame with Krillitane Y/n She a lot less sadistic/masochistic then Simm Master

Now she's more into taming then fighting

100% would call you her pet (might even buy a collar and leash)

She would dress you up and do your Makeup, (would definitely make a joke about being her cute little show dog)

She loves the idea that she's tamed a terrifying monster who help slaughter her own people

She would take you to different planets for you to “window shop” the different species

Dhawan Master

He's a feral bastard

He loves biting, scratching, choking, hair pulling. You name it

He makes sure you know he owns you

Loves marking you up, he wants everyone to know you're his

If anyone ever walked in on you two doing it, they might just think he's trying to kill you

He would go feral if Krillitane y/n had some kind of non-human part, if it's horns, a tail or even an extra eye, he'd eat it up Gets off on the idea that you could possibly kill him

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dreamsinmoonlight · 4 months ago

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From Eden

(This. Would. Not. Go. Away. I had this pop up in my head while on a bus and then it kept bugging me until I wrote it so here it is.

It is a very weird fanfic I feel but it's for us Master fans and we're weird and they're weird so makes sense. It is not for one Master in particular; it is for the seven most notable ones, as noted in the notes. I apologize if you wanted more of one particular Master, I do want to make proper ones later but this needed to be the whole group of them.

This whole thing is set to "From Eden" by Hoizer, specifically the Mahogany Session version; I recommend listening to that song while reading this

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: The Master (Delgado, Crispy, Ainley, Jacobi/War, Simm, Missy, Dhawan), Reader (Time Lord)

Pairing: Master x Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: It's a dance, through time, through space, through victories and through defeats. There is so few constants in the universe but you are his.)

It started at one.

He smiled at you in that charming, hypnotic way of his and you felt as if you could trust him to the ends of the universe. You knew deep in your bones that you would and as he offered his hand to you, you took it without a second of hesitation. Those burning eyes of his were upon you and only you; the music played around you and the Tardis hummed along but he seemed only interested in you.

You were his companion, the one and only. There were many for that other bleeding heart, the one who stood against him, the one who kept getting in the way, but you were a singular point and impossible to imitate, if your favorite danger was to be believed. You'd met him more than once, both monster and savior, and you found the man with the suave way of trying to bring upon domination far more interesting.

His smile, his voice, the way he held your hands in his as he danced with you, feeling his touch despite his gloves; his movements were playful but in every step graceful and calculated. There was control to it, to everything he did, and you could not help but trust him to take control, to be in command. Though you knew that the end result could only be trouble. At least you'd face it together.

It went to two.

He was broken, burnt, hurting. And there was a desperation that oozed from each and every pore of a dying body. Regeneration, revenge, survival, destruction, you understood and you followed along still.

But even death had time for a dance. His movements were far more sluggish and stiff, a body that could not move as well, as fast, as easily. But you saw still in his eyes the soul of the man you loved, the spirit of one who could not, would not, be held back by anything, not by imprisonment, not by defeat and surely not by something by as silly and unimportant as death.

The world around you was silent and hurting but you knew all the best ways to make music nevertheless. Though neither of you truly needed it when you were the ones doing it; his body might not be willing to do much but you didn't for a second doubt that he could handle any of this. There was nothing that a monster in the dark couldn't do if he truly tried, if he believed, if he persevered. And this monster certainly would continue on. A new life was not so far away you were sure and though some part of you felt sorry for the one who would be losing out, you really only cared as long as it meant that he would be able to smile and be who he always had been before.

The third lasted.

There was something wild in his eyes and you were uncertain whether to blame the planet you both barely survived escaping. There had always been something in his eyes, an edge of madness, a portion of danger that made your hearts beat all the faster because how you could not be allured by the subtleness in his smile.

But feral was never something you attributed to him before and it made this dance all the stranger and exciting. His hands held you like vices, he pulled you close and in that smile were sharp fangs ready to tear flesh and eat you alive. Yet not a drop of fear beat through your body and you held onto him as he led the dangerous movements of this dance, still controlled and elegant in some far more aggressive way.

He may never be the same, you thought to yourself as you noted the gold to his eyes, and he would never be himself again. He'd been changed in dangerous ways and it was a question not a guarantee that regeneration was coming if he faced it.

But death was ever just a small thing and temporary to him. In those bones that knew that you'd always trusted him, too was the knowledge that it didn't much better to you what changes came.

You smiled and followed him through every step of the dance, holding ever tight to him without fear.

Four came with tragedy.

The universe was burning and it wasn't his fault. The universe was dying and he wasn't the cause. These were strange things to think, to feel, and pain and fear finally found it's way not just into you but into him as well. And it colored those eyes in ways you never imagined.

This could be your last dance together and you both knew it so you were going to make it a good one. The song was the same as it had been at every other junction but it burned into your skin as he held you with a desperation that made you hurt so much.

None of this was your fault; if anyone it was theirs, those monsters who called him a monster, those beasts of stagnation that saw the universe as their toys and as worthless all at the same time. It was that bleeding heart who couldn't bring himself to do what was necessary even if it saved them a lot of heartache.

And now you'd lose your favorite and he'd lose you. But not a word of this passed either lips, held back by the taboo of weakness but you needed no audible words, not when you knew each other as well as you did.

He tried for elegance, as he had done for countless lives, but the wish not to let this actually end turned a waltz into something endless. Every time it could come to the last second he winced and forced the song to start again and you resisted the urge to rest your head against his chest. Because you already could hear his hearts breaking perfectly fine as you were, knowing this couldn't go on. It would end.

It revived in five.

An eternity came and went, in it's wake pain and loss. But fate couldn't keep you apart and you remembered the way the strange desperation in his eyes turned to relief as he forced his way into the hideway on the edge of nowhere you'd locked yourself away in. And though you had not recognized him at first, the way he pressed the pocket watch into your hands and made you open it, the way you felt everything you were meant to be return and the way you immediately realized who he was, who he had always been and always be.

Your mad feral monster and when you spoke his name he smiled with everything he had before doing as you always did, always would. He scooped you up and danced with you, he laughed and told you of what you missed, of the bleeding hearts' acts and his own and what chaos and death and suffering he had wrought. Of the pretty blonde woman he had seduced but oh, never fret, never fear, though he'd truly felt something deep in those broken hearts of his, you were still the one and only true companion to the monster. Proven right by betrayal, by pain and suffering, and he'd nearly burnt himself to death again but he'd won and he'd stolen what he needed from those who hurt him, had always hurt him. And then he came for you. Because you, you were the one good constant in his chaotic vicious cruel existence, and he wanted nothing more than to have you dancing with him once more, loving him despite every act he wrought upon the universe. And this made you feel so loved you forgot about eternity.

Six changed the dance.

She was beautiful, like a rose covered in thorns, like a drop of honey full of poison, like death itself. She smiled and she laughed and she danced about, the skirts of her dress twirling as she did so, her hair a controlled mess upon her head, her eyes glittering with the essence of true madness. And you wanted so bad to press your lips to hers because how could you, the monster's companion, ever, ever resist such a beautiful sight.

Her hand reached out to take yours and you held tight, drawing close and smiling warm as the sun to her ad you joined her. The world was in a tizzy, it always was though whenever she choose to make herself known, and the bleeding hearts would find his way there in no time but there was always time enough for a dance. You two had learned that so long ago that it was less a thought as it was an existence.

Yet something in your hearts told you that things were different, because she didn't seem as keen on the destruction as she was on seeing that troublemaker who always got in her way. Because there was a gentleness you couldn't explain or expect but who were you to ever deny your beloved monster the shards of goodness still left embedded in hearts broken over and over more?

Seven.....Seven....

She died. He woke up. And it seemed like everything had returned to the norm. But there was a childishness and playfulness and giddiness that you knew meant only trouble for the rest of the universe. The bleeding hearts had proven not enough, or maybe the monster had been lacking, but you were biased and you knew this to your core.

He took you by the hand and the song continued to be the same as it had been when he'd been elegant and when he'd been broken.

When he'd been feral and when he'd been afraid.

When he found you again and when she had been almost good.

And in this dance you found all of them, mixed and swirling, and in every way him and every way not. His eyes still burned but they burned in ways different than ever before; he laughed and it was cracks and edges. He schemed and he hoped and he acted and he hurt and killed and destroyed and this time it was his fault, every step of the way. He was the same, he was different, he was himself, he was not.

But still you smiled back at him and you reflected back all the ways you'd changed too, every day you'd spent with him, every time you'd found each other, lost each other, fought the bleeding hearts and every other force against you. And every time you danced.

Still you found, as the music continued, as he held you close, as he smiled and he whispered all his plans, as he tickled your ear with his voice, that one thing had not changed:

You still trusted him to the ends of the universe.

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