#the master: okay but do you still have acne???? no?????? then shut the fuck up. I'M the one who should be crying. ME

[yesokayiknow]

What if Ruby’s the master?

option a: the master's pretending to be a maybe human named ruby bc they nearly got to be a companion with o but ended up found out (literally bc of their own dramatics but whatever) and now they're just seeing how far they can take it lmao. every time they start to get worried that the doctor might be getting uninterested they press a button on their perception filtered portable weather manipulation device(tm) and make appropriately confused noises at the sudden snow while mentally high fiving themselves over having made such a op oc. also the thought of the doctor falling for their companions no matter who they are fills the master with indescribable rage so they made ruby a platonic friend except now they have to watch the doctor flirt with a whole fucking pantheon of gods(?) and they wish they were dead. no they still won't tell the doctor anything bc fuck you that's why. there are zero problems with this situation at all and it will never end badly 👍

option b: fobwatch. the master wakes up and is like hey. hey doctor stop crying for a second. Am I A Fucking Teenager

[floral-suits]

Can there be a master harry one where they go at it hard and during sex he is a freak but right after he goes back to fluffy but Dirty Harry? Thx!

okay so i skidded from the concept a bit and this somehow turned out angsty but whatever! hope you like!

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Y/N had watched Harry flirt with the girl who had her arms hooked around his shoulders for far too long. She couldn’t stand this girl. She couldn’t stand the way that the girl looked into his eyes and got so so close, knowing that Harry’s real girlfriend was just a few feet away, watching from abroad. She certainly couldn’t stand the fact that the girl was better than her in almost every way; taller, skinnier, no acne, no flaws.

So when Harry noticed her monstrous glare and gave Y/N a look as to say ‘get over it’ she couldn’t help shifting her glare to him instead of the girl on the side and giving him the middle finger. She didn’t look back as Harry’s face turned to one of complete surprise from her new confidence and move and went to the kitchen to find a drink.

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“What the fuck was that move?” Harry harshly whispers into her ear about five minutes later, finally getting the attention off of him long enough to find his brat of a girlfriend. Despite it being his album release, Y/N, of course, couldn’t stand the attention to be on him.

“What do you think, Harry? What do you fucking think?” She all but screamed into his face. The alcohol was giving her way too much confidence and while she might have barely been able to stand, she surely was able to yell.

Harry was only able to thank god that the music was loud enough to drown out her loudness. He doesn’t say another word to her, just pours out the drink in her hand and grips her arm hard enough to bruise it. He guides them upstairs, only stopping to make some excuse for friends wondering what they were doing.

They finally arrive into their bedroom upstairs and Harry slams shut the door, locking it, “I want your ass up against the bed, head down.”

“Now!” He growls when Y/N doesn’t immediately follow his instructions. She already knows what’s coming before it even happens.

“You know why I have to do this instead of fucking you like you wanted, yes?” Harry questions Y/N, making sure she knows just why they aren’t going to be doing what she desired.

“Yes, daddy,” she responds with her face stuffed against the pillow.

“Gonna tell me why?” He asks again, getting impatient with Y/N’s attitude.

“I wasn’t being a good girl,” is the only explanation she provides.

She honestly doesn’t believe she’s done anything wrong, but she knows that Harry thinks otherwise. To Harry, it looked like she was just being a jealous brat of a girlfriend, not being able to stand him being next to another girl, even if the girl was just a person that helped with the album.

And normally, she would put her feelings aside for Harry’s success. But this was something else; this girl was actually trying to get with Harry, and Harry seemed interested enough.

“Yeah, that’s right you weren’t. Y/N. Could’ve just waited the two hours, and then we could’ve had a great time. A wonderful time. But instead you pull this bullshit.” he growls, finally breaking the ice and slamming his hand against her bare ass.

“I want you to count for me, I’ll give you ten since we were only able to stay downstairs at the party for ten damn minutes before you started acting like a naughty girl,”

“One, daddy,” Y/N says back once again, squeezing her eyes shut while waiting for the impact of his hand once again. He hasn’t bothered to take off his rings, making the sting even more intense.

His hand comes down again, “Two, daddy,” she cries out, fingers gripping the sheets underneath her.

She can hear his chuckle at her pain, “You know that this was coming, baby. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

She only whimpers and Harry takes this opportunity to smack her again, this time targeting her left cheek.

“Oh my-y, three, daddy,” she whines, feeling a tear fall down from her waterline. Normally she wouldn’t find any trouble holding in her pain, normally she’d enjoy it; but today was different. Today, she actually had a reason to act out. And Harry doesn’t know, he doesn’t care to listen to Y/N. Or at least that’s how it feels.

His hand comes down again twice, hitting harder each time. Y/N can feel her heart beating so fast. She feels like she might have a panic attack and doesn’t know how to stop it.

“Red! Red, oh my god!” She screams.

“What?” Harry questions, not sure if he heard her right. He’s gone much harder on her before and she’s never found any pain in it.

“Red! Stop!” She says again, now full on sobbing.

Harry worriedly turns her around, trying to find the cause of her sudden emotions. He’s still confused as to why she was even acting out in the first place.

Her sobs get even louder as she makes eye contact with him, hating that she’s disappointed him.

“Hey, hey! I need you to tell me what’s wrong. Please,” he asks, moving around the bed so he can properly see her.

“I—I, I didn’t want to,” she hiccups.

“Didn’t want to what?” Harry interrupts before she can finish, extremely scared that he hurt her by accident.

“Didn’t want to make you mad,” she cries again, shoving her face into her shaking hands.

“No, love. You didn’t make me mad, I should’ve been nicer,” he tries to explain, now rambling. He can’t stand seeing his baby cry so hopelessly.

“It was my fault! I just couldn’t see you with her,” she continues to sob, unable to even process full sentences. Her mind is fogged by both her angst and the alcohol that she had consumed.

“I shouldn’t have been next to her, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I swear,” he says, voice breaking out himself just from seeing Y/N in so much pain. “I didn’t realize that it made you feel that mad, thought you were just jealous. Didn’t know it upset you!”

He goes to touch Y/N but she flinches away from his touch as if he’s from one of her nightmares. What Harry doesn’t understand is that Y/N would flinch from anyone’s touch right now. Not just his.

“Please, you’ve got to tell me how to fix this, moppet. I don’t like seeing you like this,” he tries again, his voice cracking a few times again. He doesn’t even sound like himself either. He doesn’t even feel like himself, he feels like a disappointment. The same way Y/N had felt just minutes earlier.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry,” Y/N says shakily, despite feeling like an absolute shadow of herself, she also can’t stand to see the person she loves in pain.

“Can I touch you, please. I just need to at least make sure you’re okay. Make sure you’re safe. I just want to care for you,” he begs.

Y/N nods, lifting her head out of her arms and Harry swears, his heart breaks seeing how worn out her tear ducts are. His heart breaks seeing how red her eyes now, he’s finally realizing that it’s his fault. He should’ve realized from the beginning that being next to another girl would upset Y/N beyond words. And he knows that when Y/N is upset, she’s irrational. And more than anything, he knows that when Y/N is mad, she’s really just sad. Very sad.

“God, Y/N,” is all that he murmurs before pulling her into his arms and squeezing so tight. He won’t let her out of her arms ever, he decides in that moment.

“I can’t believe I made you feel like this, I’m so so sorry,” he keeps cooing and kissing the top of her head. As Y/N slowly gets better and more rational, Harry becomes more and more disheveled.

She tries to push out of his arms but only tightens them around her.

“I’m sorry, Harry. You shouldn’t feel bad. I just couldn’t stand seeing you next to her. She’s just so much better than me, she’d probably be a better girlfriend for you. Probably wouldn’t throw fits when someone else pretty goes near you,” she starts to rant, now expressing her true feelings.

Harry pulls away to look down at Y/N with glossy eyes of his own. He moves his hands to around her shoulders and sternly says, “Don’t ever talk about yourself like that. You’re my girl. No one else’s. No one would ever be able to love you like I would. You’re mine, you’re perfect!”

“But I was being a bad girl,” she whimpers, letting Harry look into the depth of her doe eyes.

“No, you’re a good girl. A perfect girl. I’ve just been a bad daddy. A very bad daddy,” Harry tries to explain.

“Don’t blame yourself, don’t ever blame yourself, Y/N,” Harry makes her promise.

“Let me take care of you, it’s the least I can do,” he asks, more like pleads.

Y/N nods and lets him do what he needs to redeem himself. In her mind, he was forgiven long ago, but she knows he’ll torture himself until he does something about it.

He picks up Y/N’s body and flips her over onto her stomach. “I’ll be right back, promise moppet,” he tells her.

A few moments later, he comes back in from the bathroom with the soothing cream that he uses when taking care of Y/N after a particularly rough night.

Y/N moans aloud as Harry massages the cream all over her ass. Soon enough, the original mission is forgotten and Harry is just rubbing Y/N’s ass and massaging it. Y/N lets out an audible groan when Harry kneads just a bit harder than he was originally.

“Sorry-” he begins to apologize but is interrupted by Y/N, “No! Please, it– it feels nice.”

He is pleasantly surprised and continues his massage, it no longer being caring but more erotic now. He can feel her wetness as he works his way around her inner thighs.

“Please! Want more,” Y/N moans.

“Are you sure?” Harry clarifies, not wanting to push his boundaries when she’s still so sensitive.

“Yes. Need your cock, I need it Harry. I promise I’ll be good,” she begs for him, needing to be filled up.

Harry isn’t sure what decision to make. On one hand, he wants to fuck Y/N more than anything. On the other, he isn’t positive if Y/N really wants it or if it’s a coping mechanism.

Y/N turns her body around to face Harry and gives him her best pouty face. “Fuck it,” is all Harry mutters before sliding his face between her legs.

He starts licking his way up her pussy immediately, wasting no time. Y/N’s hands move down to pull against his locks. He continues his assualt, every once in a while whispering a few words along the lines of ‘you’re so perfect for me’ and ‘you deserve this, baby’.

With one small bite to her clit, Y/N’s a goner. Harry can do wonders with his mouth when he wants to, and he certainly does.

She comes within minutes and after licking all of it up like a precious desert, Harry lifts himself up above her body.

“Gonna fill you up, make you feel really good, huh?” he asks, giving himself a few strokes before thrusting himself in slowly.

“Oh god, yes!”

Harry looks down adoringly at his girl, wondering how he ever hurt her. Her hands lifts up to cup his dimple and his look of admiration turns into a smirk for her.

She grins back to him as he thrusts back in.

He rolls his hips forward again as her eyes light up with a smile, finally seeing Harry with an emotion that wasn’t filled with angst. She doesn’t like seeing him upset, even when he was the reason for her own pain.

Her eyes close shut and her back arches as he moves some more, wanting to savor the feeling of Y/N rather than let it go to waste like the two of them tend to do.

He continues to ease himself into her, slowly developing a rhythm as her hands go up to scratch against his back. Moans leave her lips as he keeps hitting her right where she needs it.

“There we go, feels good, don’t it?” He whispers, gaining pace and deepness as he keeps going. “Yes, fuck, yes!”

“Don’t stop!” She screams as Harry’s thrusts start to stutter, signaling his high coming soon. Harry needs no more words out of her mouth to slam into Y/N, inhaling her arousal as he does so.

The two of them take little time to finally get to an ecstasy in tandem, “Gonna come with me, my baby?” Harry asks.

She doesn’t respond with words but rather with her nails, scratching down his back even harder than before.

Moments later, their limbs become entangled, and the faint smell of love is apparent in the air. “I love you so much,” Harry whispers into her ear and grabs the duvet to pull over the pair.