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buggyboba · 2 months ago

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✦ October 24th | sex pollen

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↳ ○ | AN| Hi, hello, we are going to pretend that this isn't three days late. I was FIGHTING for my life with this one, I'm not going to lie. We got there though, I'm not 100% happy with this, but that might be me being real nit picky. The Master is a real ass in this one, it feels a little non-con, since a few things happen, I'll throw it in the TW too, but it's not really, just kinda vibes briefly. I'm only going to do one more, (well two because treat won for trick or treat, so I will be doing a Dhawan!Master x Reader one and a Kate Stewart x Reader one for Halloween, to finish it out. Once again I will keep the rest of the ones I didn't do for Kinktober and maybe release them slowly. This was a big big challenge for me, the whole kinktober thing, and that's on me for thinking a week or so before October that I could certainly do 31 fanfictions, even if they were supposed to be short little smutty drabbles. I have quickly learned, I can't just write short little things...I won't apologize for that though, because that's the roleplayer in me...I was absolutely one of those long-ass novel writing role players. I LIKE WORDS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU LET ME HAVE MY PROSE AND STUFF! Anyway I once again tried to keep it rather gender-neutral, but it's implied female anatomy, but if you squint maybe not? I tried, I SWEAR I will do Master x male reader sometime. SMUT MDNI

SUMMARY𓏧

↳ ○ 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.)

PAIRING𓏧

↳ ○ Simm!Master x Reader

TW𓏧

↳ ○ mentions of hypnosis, sex pollen, so consensual, but at what cost? sort of vibes. unprotected p in v sex, semi-clothed sex, the master is a right asshole, cumshot. petnames.

WORD COUNT𓏧

↳ ○ 3100

A03 lINK𓏧

↳ ○ x

MASTERLIST LINK𓏧

↳ ○ x

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You were suspicious when he brought you to this planet; he called it Hevides, said it was a nice little flora planet, perfect this time of year. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets, looking around as he exited the tardis, which aptly was pretending to be a tree. That wasn’t going to cause problems later, you were sure. He explained that there were a few rare plants on Hevides that he wanted to get his hands on; he wouldn’t tell you what for, but you assumed it was for a nefarious plan; it always was. You followed after him; it was a beautiful planet, you would give it that, but you also had a deep, nagging fear that a man-eating plant or something was going to get you, and that would be a terrible fate, just this giant piranha plant from Wish looking thing eating you. You were careful where you stepped; thick vines were littering the forest floor, which definitely didn’t help your imagined scenario of being eaten by a plant while there.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” you finally asked, but his annoyed scoff told you it was the wrong question to ask.

“Ye’ of such little faith,” he muttered as he walked past you.

“I mean, do I have to remind you of the fish people?” You started.

“Fish peop—you mean the sea devils? Come now, pet, that’s xenophobic.” He teased you. You stammered and tried to back petal, to which he chuckled and kept walking. “They weren’t fish; they were more like turtles if anything,” he shook his head.

“No, I didn’t mean it in a—I didn’t know they were called that." You stammered out, “And wait, wait, you don’t get to call me that; you are the most—” He cut you off and shook his head.

“Just because I think everyone is beneath me? Because they are, and you silly little apes are no exception, little backward things you are,” he tilted his head watching you. “Now don’t pout, pet; I picked you, didn’t I? As my companion,” he smirked his tone, teasing on the word companion. He disliked the word, but it was the best word to describe you and your relationship.

"Yeah, moving on; we don’t have time for all that right now; you told me the sea devils were safe, and then they tried to kill us.” You pointed out.

“Miscommunication, and perhaps some old hard feelings.” He waved it off and clapped, making a victorious sound as he spotted what he was looking for. It was a large purple and orange flower; it looked similar to a sunflower if you had to compare it to something; the middle was covered in thick red pollen. He motioned you over, and you shifted, walking a bit closer. You hadn’t noticed how careful he had been stepping around it. When you got close enough, he flicked the back of the flower, making the pollen fly into the air around you. You coughed and sputtered, trying to cover your mouth so more of the bitter pollen didn’t get into your mouth. You looked at him with a look of disbelief as you doubled over coughing harder.

“Don’t fight it; just breathe normally," he instructed as he observed you. “I just want to see how it affects you,” he said almost nonchalantly.

“An experiment, right now, with a mystery plant!” You used the sleeve of your jacket trying to breathe. You felt funny, but not in a funny way; more like your body was slowly getting hotter, your blood was on fire, and your skin felt uncomfortable, like your clothing touching it was too much. The feeling was overwhelming quickly. Then the heat pooled, and you felt an ache between your legs. You blinked, trying to determine the feeling and will it away. Your head was hazy. You took a step back, your pupils dilating more; he moved forward, catching you before you almost fell in your attempted retreat.

His fingers pressed against the side of your neck, on your pulse point, feeling your heart racing, pulsing against his fingers, he hummed. Your hand wrapped around his forearm; you tried to look angry, but your body was on fire, and his cold touch felt good; it would feel better lower. You blinked at your own thought; you felt your mouth water, and he pulled you up carefully. “Talk me through what you are feeling,” he smirked. “I mean, I can see some physical signs, some delightful tells, but I want to know how it feels for you.” He said like he was a scientist, and this was all a very ethical experiment.

You almost didn’t want to tell him; you felt squirmy. Was that a word you could use? Was that a scientific description? “I’m on fire,” you breathed out. His hand grabbed your throat, letting his thumb brush your jawline before he moved your head side to side to look you over with that cocky grin. You let out a softer sound, “I don’t know, I mean, it’s overwhelming really; I am shaky, and there is this..." You paused, not knowing if you wanted him to know about the ache, but he looked at you with an expectant look. “I just...feel horny,” you muttered out the last word, looking away from him, but he tsked and pushed your jaw with his thumb so you would look back at him. “I just, I need..." You sighed.

“Need what? Go on, tell me... I am all ears.” He grinned at you again; you could tell he had a sort of satisfaction about this reaction. You wanted to stay mad, you really did, but your mind was so hazy now that you couldn’t think about anything but getting rid of this ache. It was nothing like you had ever felt before, and you were worried, scared almost. What was this pollen doing to you?

“I just want the ache to go away. I just want—” you muttered out, locking eyes with him. His honey-colored eyes took you in. He studied your face, how flushed you looked, and how desperate you sounded. He looked down at you as your hips arched subconsciously against his, and a snider grin took his lips.

“Such a needy, desperate thing.” He teased, “And why should I help you?” He asked like this wasn’t completely his fault.

You blinked and looked at him almost in disbelief, “Because you brought me here! Because you made the pollen come off the flower?” You said shortly, his free hand left his pocket and moved to grab right above your hip. “You knew this would happen!” You accused, to which he gave you those puppy dog eyes.

“I didn’t know this exact thing would happen; I mean, I could have hypothesized about the effects on your silly human body, but I wasn’t completely sure, well, until now.” He nodded. “It won’t kill you, so stop worrying so much; just feel a bit.” He grinned, “You are adorable like this...all needy.” He mused a bit; he found this whole thing amusing, and you let out an annoyed strangled sound; you were getting so worked up, and he was just standing there being amused; you could strangle him.

“Why isn’t it affecting you?” You sighed, trying to focus. You had a lot of willpower, so maybe you could work through this, maybe.

“Respiratory bypass... held my breath when I flicked it.” He shrugged like it should have been common knowledge to you by now. "Plus, I’m sure it wouldn’t have affected me anyway.” He let your throat go and stepped back. “Come along. There really was something else I needed to get here.” He said and started to walk. You didn’t move; however, he paused when he didn’t hear you following him. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” You stayed still; you didn’t know if you could trust your legs to carry you properly. He rolled his eyes. “Are you playing disobedient now? Should I make you follow me, pet?” He asked, and you knew he was implying he was just hypnotizing you; maybe that would override what you were feeling.

“No, you don’t have to do that,” you muttered. You took a deep breath and forced your legs to move; even though they shook a bit, your whole body did. You didn’t like this feeling, this sheer feeling of need; the heat was almost unbearable. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you slowly followed him, glaring at the back of his stupid head as he leisurely strolled through the forest looking for what he was really after. You walked for what felt like ever; the effects were getting worse, your body shook more, and you had to stop and lean against a tree to hold yourself up. "Master,” you breathed out. He paused, taking note of your breathy call. He turned around and looked at you, taking in your appearance; it seemed the pollen was in full bloom in you now. He tilted his head, noticing how you were leaning, how you subconsciously clenched your thighs together, and how one hand gripped onto the stomach area of your jacket. You looked weak now, shaky. He inwardly sighed like you were a nuisance before he turned on his heel and walked towards you.

“You humans are so fragile,” he muttered and moved to pin you against the tree; his hands ran through your hair, forcing you to look at him again. The touch made you breathe out, “You aren’t going to be any good to me if you can’t keep up.” He mock pouted at you, “I suppose I, once again, have to take care of you.” He gave an exaggerated sigh, moving to let his hand trail down your stomach, stopping at the button of your pants. He looked at you for a moment, taking note of how your eyes were hazy, how you had the look of pure need, and how he could smell how aroused you were just by the air around you. That pollen made short work of you, and it amused him more than it should have. It melted your reservations, so much so that you were shifting a bit, trying to get him to undo your pants; it was like your mind couldn’t think of anything but getting off. “Oh and out here in the open, the great outdoors, how scandalous of you, bunny.” He mocked a bit. You felt your cheeks heat up more. He was right; you would have never done anything like this in public, not that this was public; this was in the middle of an alien forest; you hadn’t seen signs of civilization or anything of that sort, though that didn’t mean there wasn’t.

You choked out a whine; you didn’t want to wait anymore, yet here he was being his normal mocking, snarky self, taking his time because he wanted to annoy you; that’s what it had to be. He finally pulled the button free, and with a delicate movement, he unzipped your pants, letting them fall past your knees and pool around your feet, but he didn’t touch you yet; he let his hand slip under your jacket, pushing it and your shirt up as he stepped closer, his mouth pressing against your neck, his hands groped at your chest, kneading the flesh there, listening to the lovely needy sounds that were spilling from your parted lips. He pressed against you more, keeping you snuggly pressed against the tree, the bark scraping your back, but the pain from it didn’t translate; it almost felt good. Your hand gripped and your nails scraped at the bark; your other hand grabbed his arm, gripping the fabric of his black jacket. Each kiss and nip caused you to whine and groan out; it felt so good; everything felt so enhanced; someone could be making a killing using this as one of those ‘enhancer’ pills, a funny thought that was quickly pushed from your head as his hips rolled against yours, grinding against you. He let a soft growl escape his throat as he sucked a dark mark into your skin before his hands slid down and grabbed your legs, easing them up to sit against his hips. You wrapped your legs around him, your body so hot, your blood felt like it was boiling, you whined out, you felt so damn needy, you didn’t like it, your senses were on overdrive.

"Oh, what fun little sounds you make,” he muttered against your throat and pressed an open-mouth kiss against it before letting his teeth graze again. All these little touches and nips were driving you mad.

“Master! Please!” You choked out, pressing against him more, well, as much as you could in this position. As you pathetically rutted against him, he arched his hips up some, and you could feel his arousal, the bulge in his pants growing. He moved one hand down to undo his belt, and you gave a soft, needy sound.

“Down pet,” he smirked, kissing your neck again as he pulled his belt some and then undid his pants. “So needy, I bet you are dying to get fucked.” He growled in your ear. The growl sent a rippling shiver down your spine; you had never needed something more than in this moment. “I’ll admit, this was a very insightful experiment.” He said pulling himself free from his boxers, slowly stroking his cock, teasing against you with the tip, “like a dam broke.” He teased you; you hated that, but you couldn’t help it; the pollen thrummed through you still. You were about to say something, anything to get him to just help you, but he pressed the tip into your dripping entrance. Which caused a breathy sound to escape. He slowly sank in, pulling you against him, One hand moved to cup against your ass, and the other was held against the tree by the side of your head as he started a deliciously slow rhythm. It was clear he was milking this to see you so desperate that you would do anything. It made perfect sense to you; with who he was, you knew he was going to make you beg, even though this was all his fault. Acting like it was an inconvenience, and he was so benevolent to help you, to fuck you.

Your hips rolled against him, trying to get him to stop being so teasingly; his mouth found your neck again, sucking against your pulse point; he could feel how hard your heart was pounding, and you panted out. A deep thrust pulled a long groan from your throat, which made him smirk against your neck. You clenched against him, a diabolically delightful feeling for both of you, which made him grunt against you, biting your neck. He got the message and moved, pressing you harder against the tree, picking up his pace to something rougher, something faster; he wasn’t being playfully teasing anymore.

“I don’t think you really mean it; maybe I should stop and let you think about it some.” He pulled his hips back, but you tightened your grip around his waist; there was no way in hell you were going to let him stop.

Your nails scratched into the treebark behind you, the hand against his arm tightened more, your breath ragged as you groaned and moaned out, the feeling intense, the pleasure making you dizzy thanks to your already hazy mind from the pollen, you felt your muscles tighten and a pooling in your stomach, from your tensing and how your core pulsated around him, he knew you were close. He slowed suddenly, causing you to make a pathetic sound. “You can cum when I say you can,” he nipped below your ear. You couldn’t even think; your mind was swirling. How could he be so cruel and control this right now when your body needed this? “Oh, you want it so badly; listen to you, whining,” he smirked and made a mock whine in your ear. “You know what to ask for.” He breathed out and rolled his hips slowly, pulling almost all the way out, before slowly pushing back in.

You weren’t even sure you could form proper words right now, and he wanted you to feed into his control; he wanted you to beg for him to finish you. There was another low whined sound that he pulled from your throat. You thought about not playing his game, but he would stop, and you certainly didn’t want that. “Please, please let me cum, please, I need to,” you begged out, in the best tone you could manage, even arching and writhing against him, making sure to lock eyes with him. He studied you and shook his head with that cocky grin.

“Master please!” You slid your hand up from his arm to the back of his neck, keeping him close. “I’m sorry! Please! Please, I need you. I’m sorry, please! Please let me cum.” You breathed out in an almost panicked breath; this seemed to please him because he returned to the rhythm that he had been at before. “Please!” You doubled down. The stream of begging words and praises fell from your lips as you clung to him. You choked out a loud screamed Master, as you felt your body snap, the pleasure rushing your blood. The feeling of need was there but not as strong as it had been. He hissed out as your walls clenched against him and flexed milking against his cock. There was a moment he considered marking you as his in the most primal way, but he reluctantly pulled from your divine heat, rutting against you, holding the base of his cock as he groaned out, painting your stomach with strands of hot cum; it splattered against your bare stomach and the bottom of your jacket. There would be time for anger about that later. After a few long silent moments, he let you down to lean against the tree he had just fucked you against as he fixed his pants and redid his belt, making a face as he looked over your appearance. “Messy,” he said, like he once again didn’t cause the problem.

You took deep breaths trying to come down, you slowly fixed yourself, and your gaze flinted up to him. You could feel the prickle of the pollen still, but it certainly wasn’t as bad as it had been. “Do you think you can focus and keep up now? Tell you what, darling, we finish this up, and maybe if you are good and keep up, we can have some more fun when we get back to the tardis; dunno how long the pollen is going to control your silly little human mind, but I would love to study the effects more closely.” He smirked, and you nodded weakly, looking down at the mess he had made of you. It was going to be a long adventure, that was for sure.

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buggyboba · 3 months ago

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✦ October 7th | Name Calling

AN 𓏧 ↳ ○ | Day day seven! SO let me tell you about this one. I had, still really have, no clue how to properly degrade someone, had to look up, got some spicy articles, researching for kink is wild. Also we are trying so hard to get through the list, but writers block and burn out are killing me, I only have till the tenth done, silly me. Anyway here is the master being a bastard, and me not knowing what I am doing, hopefully it is good...I mean....there are some good ass lines in it.

Smut so MDNI.

SUMMARY𓏧 ↳ ○ what starts as a bit of teasing fun, reveals much more to him, and he absolutely uses it to his advantage.

PAIRING𓏧 ↳ ○ Simm!Master x F!reader. TW𓏧 ↳ ○ Use of the terms slut, whore, bunny. degrading, fingering, unprotected p in v, cum (but not in reader!) WORD COUNT𓏧 ↳ ○ 1800

A03 lINK𓏧 ↳ ○ x

MASTERLIST LINK𓏧 ↳ ○ x

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Banter was normal; you enjoyed pushing his buttons, and sometimes he threw you around a little bit; sometimes he would call you names, and you would pretend it wasn’t getting you worked up; it was absolutely sinful some of the things he called you, even more so when he spoke in Gallifreyan; it shouldn’t work the way it did, but God did it work. There was something about him degrading you; that was so. God, you didn’t even know the right word for it, but you could tell he liked it too—the power, the rush—he did call himself the Master after all; there was no getting away from degrading.

Today had been a rough one, not for him but for you. You had gotten separated from him for a while, terrified he was going to leave you on this alien planet. Luckily, when you got back to him, he was waiting, leaning against his tardis. “You are lucky I waited for you, you idiot,” he muttered, and as you walked up to the tardis, he opened the door, motioning you in. His hand gripped the back of your neck as you walked past him, and he followed. “You wandered off; how stupid; you could have been killed; you know that right, these people aren’t known for their hospitality; what were you even doing on your little solo adventure?” He rolled his eyes, leading you towards the console; he let go of your neck, and you frowned, missing the weight of his hand suddenly, an action not missed by him.

"Oh, you know, making friends.” You shrugged, vividly remembering how you almost got stabbed in an alley earlier. “As I do,” you laughed weakly.

“You almost did die, didn’t you?” He turned, looking at you fully, his coffee-colored eyes scanning over you, making you feel warmer than you had been a few seconds ago. “Almost died, or were you being a flirtatious little slut?” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. The word made you pause; you opened your mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“No, not flirting with other people; you wouldn’t; you want all of my attention, and you wouldn’t risk losing it by flirting with someone else,” he mused watching you; it was almost like he was reading you, diving in and making notes. “Oh…OH…” he grinned suddenly, running his hand over his chin and stroking his goatee absentmindedly. You had to look away from him; your cheeks were burning now. It always astounded you how he could fluster you with nothing. “What, so quiet now, how interesting..you are usually so much more talkative, it takes an act of god to shut you up... What's wrong, Bunny?" He smirked, Oh god, that smirk.

“Shut up,” you muttered, but there was no bite to it. “I... I'm... look,” you said and shook your head. “I just,” you faulted in words; what could you say?

“How cute you are when you get tongue tied, what? You like it when I call you such filthy things, because you are filthy, aren’t you? My filthy little whore.” His words came out a mix of a growl and a bit of a sultry purr. You blushed again, "Oh, don’t worry, my dear, I find it...thrilling.” He mused and stepped closer to you, his hand grabbing your shoulder a bit, his fingers rubbing and massaging as he thought for a moment. It was like he was weighing his options. You opened your mouth to speak again, but he shook his head. “I didn’t give you permission to speak yet,” he said. “I think you should put your mouth to better use, don’t you? You’d love to do that; the way your mind thinks, how your body screams for it, I know because I am in your head, love.” He said and clicked his tongue against his teeth. “You love the attention, you love the feeling of pleasing me; you crave it; you can’t even deny it; even if your mind wasn’t screaming it, your eyes do,” he said, giving your shoulder a little push. You blinked, knowing what he wanted.

“Here?” You breathed out right there in the console room; even though you knew it was just you two, it felt so open.

“You worried about something; what do you think the tardis is going to judge your wonton need?” He gave a huff of a laugh. It absolutely was, and you knew it, his Tardis wasn’t fond of you; it was hard to explain; it just felt like it didn’t want you there sometimes, and other times it was warmer to you. You knew it was silly because the Tardis was just his ship, but you also understood it was sentient, and you wanted it to like you since you were his companion and had been for a while now.

“No, you will be a good slut and do as I say,” he said, his tone more commanding. “Knees,” he said, firmly pushing your shoulder hard to get you down. You shivered and nodded, slowly sinking to your knees in front of him.

“You don’t need to be a bitch about it,” you muttered, to which he grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you up back to your feet. You blinked and grabbed his wrist with your hand weakly. “Sorry, I didn’t,” you breathed out.

“It was going to be nice; I wasn’t even going to choke you this time, but now I think you need to be taught a lesson for being such a disobedient little slut.” He growled out, forcing you back against the console. His hand moved to undo your pants. You breathed out, your hips bucking forward a bit. “You wanted this, and now you want to be disrespectful. You get off on this, don’t you?” He moved to get inches from your face; you could feel his breath against your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’ll behave.” You spoke quickly, your heart was racing, but it wasn’t out of fear, no quite the opposite; there was always a danger with him; you trusted that he wouldn’t actually hurt you; nothing lasting anyway; there were times when things got a little rough; you still had the scar of one time when he bit you too hard, but it was a reminder of how he claimed you and how you were his.

“I fear you won’t pet... But it’s okay; you just have to be reminded, and that’s okay.” He said in a mock comforting tone. His hand pulled your pants down, just enough so he could get his hand in them, his fingers teasing over your underwear, his eyes widened for a moment, and then he got that smug look on his face. “Haven’t even touched you yet, and you are practically dripping; how embarrassing for you.” He mused. “You really do enjoy such filthy names,” he grinned, letting his finger press against your entrance through the damp fabric. You gave a soft sound; you hadn’t meant to; you wanted to try and be stoic, but the way his finger rubbed just right and how close he was his body against yours kept you pinned to the console.

Your cheeks flushed with color. You bit your lower lip as your hips arched forward again. He pulled his finger back. “Uh-uh,” he smirked before letting his lips press just under your jaw, where it connected with your neck. His mouth opened against the skin there, his tongue pressing, feeling the way your heart thrummed in your throat, before he sucked against the spot there. “Ask nicely,” he said as his head pulled away from your neck.

“Please.” You breathed out, your mind racing; you knew please wouldn’t be enough; no, you knew what he wanted. You took a breath in, your tone softly shifting to a whine, your body arching against him, and your eyes glossing with lust and need. “I need you, please; please, I need your fingers; I need your mouth; Master, Master, please, I need your cock.” You begged out; there was a shift in his eyes; your begging earned you his fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit. You let out a breath of relief, fighting the urge to squirm as his fingers moved with a deft skill. His eyes studied your face, taking in the pleasure that was written across it, before he pulled your panties aside, his fingertips sliding through your slick folds, before plunging two into your tight heat, his fingers curled and scissored, working to stretch you as his thumb rubbed against you. You groaned out at the sudden intrusion of his fingers; your knees tried to give way. You felt him shift, using his free hand to undo his belt and his pants. “Mm, look at you, dripping around my fingers; you want it so bad, don't you, my tempting little slut?” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. He pulled his fingers from you, his cock straining in his boxers, having you like this, begging and whining. God, he could savor this for hours and he probably would. You were in for a long lesson, but right now you couldn't care less. His hand pumped himself for a moment before he moved to grab the back of your thigh. Before plunging into you in one rough thrust, you yelled out as he bottomed out in you. He gave you a moment to adjust, feeling the way your walls clung against him. Your hands gripped his arms tightly before he started to give long, deep thrusts. Your lips parted again for a louder groan as he fucked you against the console, the cold metal digging into your back. His other hand moved to your hip, pulling you hard against him with every snap of his hips. He cursed in Gallifreyan; his lips found your shoulder as he growled out, groaning and cursing as he moved.

“Such a good little slut for me.” He panted out, thrusting harder to punctuate his words; you couldn't think from how rough the thrusts were how punishing the pace was. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the pressure pooling in your stomach—how tightly you clenched around him. He could tell you were close. He moved the hand that held your leg open to let his fingers rub against you again, gasping out and groaning as he felt you cum around him. He continued to rut into you until your body started to come down. Before he pulled back, his cum hit your stomach and mound, hot ropes splattering against your skin. He panted and stayed quiet for a moment as he came down; he took a moment before he looked at you. “You okay?” He asked his tone softer; once you gave a brief nod, he nodded as well. “Do you want help getting cleaned up?” He muttered, and when you nodded, he nodded again, moving to fix his pants and scoop you up so he could get you a bath. He was far from done with you, but he knew you needed a moment.

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buggyboba · 3 months ago

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✦ October 4th | Biting

AN 𓏧 ↳ ○ | Day day four! Listen, Simm!Master is feral in bed and you can't tell me otherwise. He can be more suave now, more like classic who, but this man is feral. still smut, so mdni.

SUMMARY𓏧 ↳ ○ This man should wear a warning, maybe then you wouldn’t find yourself his personal chew toy in bed.

PAIRING𓏧 ↳ ○ Simm!Master x (F!)Reader TW𓏧 ↳ ○ Biting, makeshift arm restraints, unprotected sex, P in V penetration. creampie. petnames. WORD COUNT𓏧 ↳ ○ 1000

A03 lINK𓏧 ↳ ○ x

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His hands gripped at your sides tightly; his mouth was pressed against the crook of your neck, lavishing hot, opened mouth kisses against the skin there; his hands slipped up your side, his thumbs rubbing against the underside of your breasts, feeling the soft skin there, it was almost fascinating how soft you were. Your shirt had been long forgotten, the first thing that he discarded along with your bra the moment he got you into his bed, tearing the fabric away to reveal you to him. You swear you had lost at least six shirts this way, but he always replaced them, or at least his Tardis did; you weren’t sure.

His hips ground against yours, pressing his erection against your clothed heat, rutting into you with a need you had never felt from him. His sharp canine teeth sunk into your neck, causing a low groan to slip from your mouth, which spurred him on more. His nails trailed down your sides, leaving red lines in their wake, and he shifted so he could get a better grip on your neck with his teeth.

He moved his bite down to your shoulder like he was desperate to mark you, desperate for everyone to see who you belonged to, with marks you couldn’t hide even if you wanted to, like his teeth needed to break your skin, needed to feel you in his mouth. His hand moved to pull your underwear down, rutting against you harder, grinding harder to feel the friction. You groaned and grabbed his shoulders as he kissed across your throat, his teeth grazing a warning that he could rip your throat out if he wanted, that he would probably love it too, but his tongue licked up the hollow of your throat, and he licked up to your chin before capturing your mouth with his, his goatee scruffy against your face as he moved his hand down, grabbing the back of your thigh, pushing it up, holding it there as he moved his other hand to undo his belt, pulling it free. He growled in your ear. “Arms up, bunny,” A command you couldn’t refuse.

You moved your arms above your head, and he used his belt to make a makeshift restraint, feeling the tight leather around your wrists you panted out softly as he affixed it through the bars of the headboard. He moved to leave more nips and rough bites against your neck and down to your chest, his tongue circling your nipple, coaxing it to become harder in his mouth before he gave it a rough suck and let his teeth graze it, enjoying the soft gasp and the way you bit your cheek to muffle your sounds. “Now now, bunny, no need to be silent; who is here to hear you besides me? I want to know exactly how you feel.” He nearly purred out before he moved his nips between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. He sat up his chocolate eyes, looking at you with a predatory gaze. As his hand moved to undo his pants, he pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. He positioned himself, teasing the head of his cock through your slick folds, before he teased into you, leaning down to bite at your shoulder as he pushed in slowly, your walls clenched and flexed around him as you took him in. You gasped out and pulled against the restraints on your wrists; it felt so good as he sank in fully. It wasn’t going to be soft, not with how he was and how he had been earlier. He moved in a rough thrust, almost pulling all the way out before he pushed back in, groaning and growling against your shoulder, his teeth sinking further in as he pounded into you, his hands gripping your thighs, keeping you open for him. You whined out your fingers digging against the leather belt; his bites got rougher and broke skin as his thrusts got harder and less rhythmic.

“K-Kos!” You gasped out, your eyes rolling back, you were practically dripping around him, his hand moved down, his fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing as he gave shorter thrusts, rolling his hips. You arched and squirmed a bit as you felt yourself on the edge, you choked out in a louder groan, this only made him more determined. Feeling you clench around him, pulsing as your orgasm hit, he groaned out loudly at the feeling of you coming undone around him, the way your walls milked him, causing his cock to twitch more inside of you, already so close himself.

“Needy.” He growled from your neck, but in a few more thrusts he roughly buried himself as deeply as he could, releasing into you with a stream of incoherent Gallifreyan. He released your neck and panted, rutting a few more times as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you closer to him as he peppered weak kisses against a few of the more rough bitemarks that were already bruising and tender.

You pulled weakly at the restraints again, your mind hazed in pleasure as you felt him press down against you in his own afterglow. He kissed up your neck to your ear, muttering something in Gallifreyan. You were sure it was as close to sweet nothings as you would get, but you didn’t; it made your heart flutter regardless. Slowly he moved his hand up to release your wrists, and your arms fell limply before they moved with a heaviness to around the back of his neck as you both lay there.

Every so often he would shift, still in you, which caused you to whine or gasp, your walls clenching against him. “So needy,” he muttered, sucking a deep mark against your throat. “Not done with you yet then,” he smirked and moved to sit up and stare down at you. Thank God for the Time Lord's stamina because it would seem neither of you was done here.

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