#simm master angst

[whisperthelocalcrypticbastard]

The Masters bored and the Doctors a bit sick.

This is a part one!

Part two

[tenderlywicked]

The next chapter of Happy Now is on AO3 :) Massive thanks to my beta-reader @roxannepolice!

[acetheta]

“were the only two left. i have no one else.” but u ruined this theta. u started this. with torvic. and now u want to take it back?

u need koschei. dont u understand that? somehow, u always go back to him. u r drawn to her like a moth is to a flame. u always try to escape, but then u remember.

oh.. how the memories flood your soul, theta. does torvic’s death still haunt you, sometimes? does the sight of his ashes ever return to you in your dreams?

the blood is on your hands, all of it. all the people koschei has killed, you did it. koschei is innocent, and you have none.

[roxannepolice]

Spot the difference: Dimitri seeing Anastasia in an evening gown vs. Tenth Doctor seeing regenerated Simm!Master

[lanawinterscigarettes]

you're a cowboy like me (Simm! Master x reader)

Summary: when the drums get too difficult for him to handle, you're the only one that can help

Warnings: mentions of the drums meaning there's definitely some angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, soft Master (might be a bit ooc for him but eh)

A/N: this fic isn't actually based off cowboy like me by taylor swift, it just has some of the lyrics in it near the end (it'll make sense once you read it, I promise) so it's not nearly as devastating as it could've been had I chosen to go that route. also the reader is taking the role of the master's spouse when he was the prime minister, so lucy is out of the picture here (sorry)

The Master's hands twitched in annoyance as he sat at the desk in his office. Sifting through boring and completely unnecessary paperwork was bad enough by itself, but with the constant sound of the drums ringing through his ears it just made it worse.

He hated having to do it, but he had to keep up public appearances if his plan was going to work properly, meaning he had to fulfill whatever tasks the real Prime Minister was supposed to, even if that meant sitting through tedious meetings and filling out stacks and stacks of paperwork.

He let out an exasperated sigh, glaring at the several files and forms that laid on his desk that still needed to be signed. It almost felt like they were mocking him, in a way.

The Master tapped his pen against his desk in a weak effort to help calm him down, to no avail. He was just about to say 'fuck it' and flip over the entire desk in frustration when he heard the door to his office open.

"Not now, I'm busy," he called out as he closed his eyes, rubbing at his temple at an attempt to hopefully dull the throbbing headache being caused by those damn drums. His body tensed up when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, though he instantly relaxed when he realized it was you.

"Hey, honey," you greeted softly, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting manner. "Rough day?"

He let out a grunt in response. "You have no idea," The Master mumbled tiredly, feeling like he could pass out right in his chair under your soothing touch.

Pulling away from him, you walked around him until you stood in front of his chair. "Is it the drums?" You asked quietly, your hand reaching out to lightly caress his cheek. It was obvious what the answer was, but you felt the need to ask anyway.

He sighed heavily as he set down his pen. "Is it really that obvious?" He didn't acknowledge your hand on his face, even though it was providing him some much needed comfort.

"It is to me." You knelt down in front of him so that you were level with his line of sight, making it practically impossible for him to avoid your gaze. "Master, you need a break. I know that your plan is important to you, but you won't be able to carry it out properly if you're exhausted."

As much as he wanted to protest, he knew you were right. He nodded his head before moving to stand. "Alright, fine. If you insist."

You got up from where you'd been kneeling on the floor and took one of his hands in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I do. Come on, I'll go with you."

He allowed you to lead him from his office down the long hallway to your shared bedroom, where you carefully pushed the door open before walking him over to the bed. "Would you like me to turn on some music for you? It might help drown out the sound of the drums," you suggested, watching as he got on the bed and laid down.

"Yeah, okay." At that point, he would've said yes to a lobotomy if there was even a slight chance it would quiet the constant pounding in his head.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your playlists before settling on one that you thought would help soothe him the most. Setting it on the nightstand, you pressed play before getting in bed next to him.

He closed his eyes and let the sound of the music wash over him as he allowed you to pull him close to your chest, holding him protectively. "I'm sorry I can't do more," you said quietly, one of your hands running along his back while you spoke.

The Master shook his head before responding. "Don't be. You've already done more than enough," he whispered back, sounding grateful.

You smiled at his words, pressing a loving kiss to his head. "Try to get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

He merely nodded, not having the energy left in him to formulate another sentence. He snuggled up close to you as he got comfortable, the lyrics of the song resonating through his head and finally putting the drums to rest, at least for now.

The last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep was the melody of a bittersweet love song, almost like his own personal lullaby.

'You had some tricks up your sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me

Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Like it could be love

I could be the way forward

Only if they pay for it...'

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[quietwings-fics]

his constant companion

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Thoschei (TenSimm) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Episode: s03e13 Last of the Time Lords, Last Kiss, Dying Master (Doctor Who), Drabble Wordcount: 102 Summary:

The Master is selfish to the last drop.

The Master knows why the Doctor kisses him: clinging, sentimental desperation that sours in the Master’s mouth as his cells writhe restrained from regeneration.

He forces the taste of death past the Doctor’s lips and pries open his mind to drag him to the brink. The Master will die—to make a point, to rise again—but not alone.

And if the Doctor wanted, he could flee. The Master can’t, like he yearns to, grab him and force their mouths together until his muscles go limp. The Doctor sobs, but he drinks deeply to the last dregs of life.

The Master wins.

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[tessellated-sunl1ght]

A sharp left from what I normally post but I’m being drawn into my Doctor Who fixation again and am not even fighting it (click for better quality!)

[Image Description: a realistic pencil drawing of a closeup screenshot of the Tenth Doctor and the Master (John Simm). The Master is at the viewer’s left, cupping the Doctor’s face in his hands with his eyes squeezed shut. The Doctor is to the viewer’s right, most of his face shadowed and a visible eye wide open. Their foreheads are pressed together. Vertically-written text between them reads “THE DRUMS.” End description.]

[long-suffering-little-spoon]

Last of the Time Lords // The End of Time

[noforkingclue]

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Day 1-Race Against the Clock (13th Doctor x reader)

Day 2- Trust Issues (Merlin x reader)

Day 3- Set Up for Failure (dark!11th Doctor x reader)

Day 4- Hallucinations (Missy x reader)

Day 5- Sunburn (Rory Williams x reader)

Day 6- Not Realising They're Injured (River Cartwright x OC)

Day 7- Only For Emergencies (10th Doctor x reader)

Day 8- Sleep Deprivation (dark!12th Doctor x reader)

Day 9- Obsession (dark!10th Doctor x reader)

Day 10- Blow To The Head (Rory Williams x reader)

Day 11- Seeing Double (12th Doctor x reader)

Day 12- Starvation (Simm!Master x reader)

Day 13- Team As A Family (11th Doctor x reader)

Day 14- Left For Dead (Batman x reader)

Day 15- Childhood Trauma (Missy x reader)

Day 16- Necrosis (15th Doctor x reader)

Day 17- Nowhere Else To Go (Michael Gray x reader)

Day 18- Revenge (8th Doctor x reader)

Day 19- Blood Trail (Doc Ock x reader)

Day 20- Emotional Angst (9th Doctor x reader)

Day 21- Body Horror (Five x reader)

Day 22- Bleeding Through Bandages (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Day 23- Forced Choice (Dick Grayson x reader)

Day 24- Radiation Poisoning (10th Doctor x reader)

Day 25- Surgery (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Day 26- Nightmares (10th Doctor x reader)

Day 27- Voiceless (9th Doctor x reader)

Day 28- Denial (Mycroft Holmes x reader)

Day 29- Fatigue (11th Doctor x reader)

Day 30- Recovery (Michael Gray x reader)

Day 31- Asking For Help (River Cartwright x OC x James 'Spider' Webb)

[piwo-zero]

hi, I'm writing a doctor who fanfic! and it is thoschei, obviously. so, maybe, check it out??

summary:

Even the fact that this person appeared out of nowhere wasn't something special - it had happened before. Though they weren't in a wedding dress this time. And they weren't ginger (just purple? Their hair was purple that is. Their skin wasn't purple. Just a little bit green looking. But not as in alien green or “I'm about to throw up” green but as in “I hate sunlight” or "I am dead” way. If that makes sense. Anyway). The weird part was their reaction. They looked at the Master, eyes in surprised recognition, and instead of saying something along the lines of "Harold Saxon?!" they basically shouted "THE MASTER!?".

Or

a very self-indulgent au where the Doctor accidentally gains a new companion, who:

1. knows a little bit to much about his life;

2. is weirdly obsessed with death and other scary things;

3. is really keen on him and the Master getting together.

Chaos ensues.

characters: The Doctor, The Master, Original Non-Binary Character

relationships: Tenth Doctor x The Master (Simm), The Doctor & OC, The Master & OC

additional tags: Enemies to Lovers, Post-Episode: s04e17-e18 The End of Time, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crack and Angst, Goth OC, they/them pronouns for oc, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, POV Alternating

category: m/m

I'm very excited about this, as I was thinking about it for some time now! I'm looking for a beta reader - feel free to dm me!

[buggyboba]

✦ October 20th | Collar

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↳ ○ | AN| I really said The Master is a bottom and will continue to be a bottom here. Sorry not sorry, that man is a power bottom, and the doctor is most certainly a switch…I don’t make the rules. Anyway I gave myself feels again, and its late because any time I went to sit down I would have to reread, and regave myself feels. But um I guess enjoy! Thoschei shippers where you at? -grabby hands- I just wanna be cool and feed you guys too! I made a thing do you like it? SMUT MDNI

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↳ ○  feral like an animal. (I lied it's feelings, and also sex...but a lot of angst.)

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↳ ○ Simm!Master x Fourteenth Doctor

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↳ ○ Jerking off, unprotected anal sex, the master is wearing a collar and The Doctor man handles him with it. Cum mentioned.

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↳ ○ 1900

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His hand wrapped around the leather collar, fingers pressed against the creamy expanse of The Master’s throat as he dragged him closer. A growl rumbled from the other man. The Doctor crashed his lips against the other man’s. It was a rough, biting kiss. The biting was mostly from the silver-haired man. His hands gripped the slender man’s arms, keeping him close. It didn’t matter how the man came to him; he was there now, and The Doctor didn’t know for how long he would have. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, pulling scraping, deep growls, and needy whines. Every emotion escaped in that kiss—the anger, the betrayal, the love, the need—both were to blame, but no one wanted to accept the fault. They were at constant war, but they were so old now, and the war was built on events centuries ago; that should no longer matter, not in the many years they had lived. 

The Doctor didn’t want to fight anymore, not like this, not like they were truly enemies; if they had been nothing more than rivals, it would be different, but in between the aggression, there were moments of softness, or as soft as Koschei could be. Moments of longing, of whispered words of affection, only spoken in their native language, only in breathless whispers, as if saying them out loud would make them too real, and neither of them could go back to how it was before them. They understood each other in a way no one else in the universe could; they had been through so much, and now the Doctor just wanted peace, to retire; he wanted Koschei, and he was tired of the fighting; he knew deep down Koschei was tired of it too; of course, he had seen it in his next regeneration, Missy, the one that changed. The one that showed him his best friend was still in there, that he could change, that he didn’t have to keep being just a conqueror, that he could step back, that he needed to step back, feel that remorse, but he had no idea how to make this one see that. 

The Master hungrily kissed him, his tongue against his as The Doctor pushed him back down against the mattress, using the collar. His eyes darkened, his hips pressed up against his. Desperate for attention, but he wouldn’t vocalize that; he didn’t want to look as needy as he was, though they both knew it. He hated that The Doctor could see through his carefully crafted mask, especially in moments like this, when his mask was harder to keep a hold of. When he wanted nothing more than to feel Theta’s hands on him, sometimes he needed the roughness, but he knew that Theta didn’t want to hurt him like he deserved, so he would settle with the exploratory teasing touches the other man gave him. The Doctor’s hand slid down, touching his side, to his stomach before he reached between them, his hand wrapping around The Master’s aching member and stroking it, which pulled a low rumble from The Master’s throat. “Can’t just tease it, my dear,” he managed in almost a grumble.  “You never used to mind the teasing.” The Doctor shot back, shifting to be better in between the other man’s legs, using his own legs to spread The Master’s more. The man shifted more, getting comfortable in the new position. “Good boy.” The Doctor murmured as he leaned forward, catching The Master’s lips with his before he could pop off another snarking comment.

The Doctor had a lot of emotions, a lot of thoughts; he should by all rights hate Kos-The Master; he should never want to see him again, especially after what his future did to Gallifrey, something The Doctor had to live with but couldn’t blame this one for his future’s actions. It was hard to live with the knowledge of what the one person he loved with both of his hearts would do, that was unless. 

He could always convince him, but that would make a paradox: to change something like that, what if it was a fixed point? Did he even care about that now? This was his retirement, his reward—a reward he deserved. His hand slowed against The Master, he tried not to let it show his dilemma, he felt the Master tug at his mind, and he shook his head. He couldn’t afford to let him in mentally—not right now, not after everything.  The Master pulled back, “If you are going to fuck me, maybe do it instead of having an internal crisis… it’s all over your face.” He sneered, but the words held very little bite. “As fun as watching you internalize whatever it is you are thinking about, it’s not productive… So…get on with it, Thete,” he muttered the last bit. He knew he shouldn’t have tried to reach out through the psychic link, not after everything, but he wanted to feel all of him again.

The Doctor blinked. The Master never used his nickname, not in situations like this; it was rare when he would mutter it. The last time he could recall Koschei calling him Thete was when he was Missy and she was crying.

“Oh for fucksake… Did I just send you into another spiral?” he rolled his eyes and moved to push him back. “I’ll do it myself then.” He shook his head and straddled The Doctor’s hips; he licked his palm before he reached down to wrap his hand around him, stroking him with purpose. 

“Wait, I didn't—" The Doctor grabbed his hips, his hand moving to grope against one of his asscheeks. “I didn’t prepare you," he said quickly. The Master leaned over, grabbing the bottle of lube from the side table, before dropping it on The Doctor’s chest. He quickly grabbed it and squeezed some onto his fingers before moving, letting a breath out he didn’t know he was holding that turned into a grunt as the Master kept stroking him. He had to focus on making sure he was ready; he didn’t want to hurt him after all, even if he deserved it. After everything he had done, he deserved pain, but The Doctor couldn’t be the one to hurt him like this, not in this situation, not when they were entangled like this; he didn’t want sex to be a punishment. 

His fingers worked against the tight ring of muscles, feeling the Master rock his hips forward from the touch before settling again. The Doctor’s long fingers rubbed and pressed before easing into the hole. The Master growled out again. His eyes closed for a moment, relaxing into the feeling of the Doctor’s fingers thrusting against him. The Doctor’s other hand snaked up his chest to grab the collar again, pulling him down to kiss him. His fingers worked to find the right angle to rub against the other man’s prostate to stimulate him more. The little jerk that The Master did told him he had found it; he swallowed one of The Master’s moans before he moved. "Knees,” he said; it was playful but held a command to it like it wasn’t a request but a demand. 

The Master made a face at him but moved to his hands and knees. The Doctor moved to coat his length in the lube before dripping some more against the hole he was about to plunge into, working his fingers against him again as he gripped the base of his cock, moving to move his fingers so he could press the tip against him, teasing him. The Master hissed out and pressed back wanting more, but the Doctor grabbed his hip, stopping him. “Practice some patience,” which garnered an annoyed sound from his partner’s throat. His hand slid up the other man’s back between his shoulders before his fingers wrapped around the collar again, pulling the man back as he pressed forward slowly, sinking into him. The Master breathed out as he was stretched; it was achingly slow as he took him inch by inch.

The way The Doctor held the collar put pressure on his throat, but that’s all it was; there was no real danger there. His hands wrapped in the sheet of the bed as he breathed through it, He felt the Doctor’s lips on the back of his neck brushing over his shoulder as one of the Doctor’s arms wrapped around his waist as he started to roll his hips. The Master grunted out as he moved back to match his pace, so he could feel like he was in control. The Doctor’s teeth scrapped against his should as he bit down and moved to pick up his pace some, keeping the pressure on the collar tight, pulling The Master off of his hands so his back was against his chest, his free hand unwrapped from around his waist and wrapped back around his cock, starting to stroke in time with his thrusts. His teeth nipped harder against him as he listened to the change in The Master’s breath. This was a battle, disguised, and he knew that; it was always like this, but this time he needed it to mean more. He was sure he couldn’t tame Koschei, and he didn’t want to, not really, not fully; he just wanted him back, just as Missy had wanted him back. It was funny to think that he would want to try again after everything, but gods did he. He was tired; he was tired of being alone. Yes,  he had companions, but he wanted Koschei. 

He moved to nipping at his jaw, and the Master let a growl out. “Trying to be Lovey?” he muttered.

“I would never.” The Doctor smirked at him. “Can’t let me know you like it, can you?” He let his tongue slide against where his jaw and neck met before she sucked a deep mark into it. He rolled his hips more, stroking The Master with more purpose as he felt the pressure in his spine and how his cock twitched against the clench of The Master. “Of course, you would only want a quick rough fuck, isn’t that right, Master?” he murmured into the man’s ear. The Master groaned out before taking a hissing intake of air. The doctor suddenly pushed the collar down, forcing his torso back against the bed. As he kept him pinned, he rocked into him faster and rougher. 

The Master growled out more, but it quickly turned into breathy moans as his own cock gave a twitch. The pressure built more as The Doctor hit the right spots, his back arched, and he felt The Doctor’s hand trace the curve of his spine before grabbing his hip to pull him to meet each thrust.  The Master panted out in breathy Gallifreyan, pleasure masking his senses as he muttered out praise and curses before he groaned out as he came against the mattress beneath him. The doctor’s hand kept stroking for a few moments before he pulled out of him and stroked himself through his orgasm, splattering against his ass and the back of his thighs. He leaned back on his own heels and breathed out before leaning forward to press another kiss against The Master’s shoulder.

“Stay.” He breathed. “Just tonight.” He offered that if he could get him to stay the night, he might have a chance to talk him into staying longer. 

“Fine.” The Master breathed out; he knew he shouldn’t, but it was too tempting to say no. 

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[whisperthelocalcrypticbastard]

That's the saga of how the Doctor got the Master sick. I might make some more doodles of them both sick in bed watching telly (the master hogs the remote and it's playing teletubbies on repeat, they tried peppa pig but found it too unsettling to nap to).

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[tenderlywicked]

Okay, now I have another plot bunny, about the Doctor, the Master, and a BDSM club. Both are rival Doms, but things get complicated :)

[alexmey-does-an-arts]

sometimes ill get caught up in the emotions and angst about simm master and then i remember he turned obama into a clone of himself

[roxannepolice]

One of my favourite tropes in tensimm fics is this YTNW thing where they are getting out of bed, and the Doctor is pleading that the Master stay a bit longer, and they are both just finally rawly honest, but of course it ends with Valiant reality reasserting itself. It's this kind of Romeo and Juliet's farewell feel, except instead of two teenagers caught up in their parents' bullshit, it's two eldritch horrors that get everyone else caught up in their own bullshit. This is why the act of getting dressed is so important there - it's about donning the personas before stepping out into the world after a night of closed doors intimacy and openness.

I do, however, need to clarify that my asexual brain can't really wrap itself around the events that led to them waking up naked, so, aside from kissing and cuddling, I just assume they got naked to play Mario Karts?...

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Me writing a large portion of the second half of my master/Missy three part series only to have Tumblr delete it is going to be my villain origin story I swear to fucking God