Speaking Up For Your Needs

Safety Over Teamwork

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After spending months spying and plotting, The Master is discovered. Now he has to fight off multiple alien officials that he had been double-crossing. You want to help him, but The Master refuses your help no matter how determined you are.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - Hello how are you? I would like to please request a dhawan!master x reader request where the Master has to go and do something dangerous but he doesn’t want you going with them, they need to make it so you stay in the TARDIS. (Maybe the Master has tried to hypnotise the reader and the reader has said something like “I know what you’ll do if I look into your eyes.”) Maybe he could trick the reader into being hypnotised or use another method to keep the reader safe. Have a great night/day. P.s If you’re not comfortable then I understand

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, me making up alien species, some suggestive material, and hypnotism without consent

Word Count - 3587

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon. I wrote this with the intent of it being read as a pre-established relationship, but you can read it however you wish. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Master had been engaged in an intergalactic campaign against the supreme leader of the Limaxx galaxy for a couple of months now. He had involved himself in the war, initially, for fun, as The Master would often do when it came to more violent events in history. He was having a great time playing spy on all sides of the conflict. That was until his spycraft was discovered. Now, The Master had to lie and manipulate, and maybe even murder, just to get out of this situation unscathed. 

Lying, manipulating, and murdering were very on brand for The Master, however, that was not his goal in entering the intergalactic conflict. He had originally gotten involved in the conflict after he had read about it in a book and then he wanted to experience the war for himself without the antiquated and pompous rhetoric of a historian coaching him through the Limaxx Galaxy War. The Master loved to read, but such a unique conflict like the Limaxx Galaxy War had to be experienced first-hand and not through the pages of a book, at least, that was The Master’s opinion regarding situations such as these. 

Despite wanting to have fun around the Universe, The Master had been trying to keep a lower profile throughout time and space in comparison to how he had acted in the past and in comparison, to his previous regenerations. Now, unlike then, he had someone he needed to protect from his reputation. The Master had you now. You were all he had, actually; the only good thing The Master had in a very long time. And keeping you safe from The Doctor and all of his enemies was the least The Master could do to protect you, along with generally caring for you in other situations. 

But, of course, The Master couldn’t just have a fun experience, could he? Something bad just had to happen. Of course, The Master would get too close to the conflict and the high-power players in the war and, like Icarus, fail due to his ego. You shouldn’t get hurt because of The Master’s ego, though. So, The Master had to do something potentially drastic in order to protect you. He didn’t know what that drastic decision might be, but as long as you would safe, The Master would do anything for you.

A night or two after The Master was discovered by a top general of the Limaxx Army, he returned to The TARDIS with a large gash on his shoulder and chest. It was easily healable, so he wasn’t too worried. But he used this injury as an excuse to plan an extensive counterattack and many, many backup attacks and plans and schemes in order to win this war for mostly himself but also the opponents of The Limaxx supporters. 

The Master hadn’t finished the book about the Limaxx Galaxy War. So, he very well might be the victor written within the text, but the contents of the book were soon a passing thought in The Master’s mind. As soon as you appeared in The Master’s study, fear was ever present on your face. The Master’s mind quickly began to echo your fear because you were involved now. And that just made everything more serious and more messy and potentially, if everything went horribly wrong, more heartbreaking.

“Master!” You ran to The Time Lord as soon as you regained presence of mind after the initial shock of seeing The Master shirtless and bloody. You were upset and trying to help, but The Master was already healed. He grabbed your frantic hands and put on a tone of authority even though his mind was racing with worry, similar to yours.

“Just go back to bed, Y/n. Everything is okay. Everything will be okay.” The Master didn’t want to explain any of this to you, at least not in this way. If this, being a bloody mess after a botched assassination attack, was an interesting anecdote that he told you over a romantic dinner, then he would absolutely love to tell you the story of the Limaxx Conflict and how he was victorious. But this? He did not want to tell you like this.

This was a moment that The Master had feared would happen ever since he had invited you into his time and spaceship, that you would find out about the dangers of the Universe while The Master was currently facing them. His ego, again, got the best of The Master because he never prepared for a moment like this even though he feared that it would happen. You were Human, how could you possibly understand the seriousness of a situation like this? You would want to get involved; The Master could sense your need to help already. The Master needed to stop this now. He needed to defuse your good-natured need to help and stall his full explanation of what he really got up to when you were asleep for after he dealt with the Limaxx Galaxy War.

“Okay? Master, you’re covered in blood! How is that okay?”

“It’s someone else's.” The Master blurt out without thinking.

“Oh really? On your chest? Even though I can clearly see the rip in your shirt, vest, and coat? Master, what happened?” The Master shook his head. He wasn’t thinking clearly which was bad. Very, very bad. So, he took a deep breath and removed himself from you to wash his dried blood from his torso in the bathroom of his study.

While The Master cleaned himself, and then sought out a clean, undamaged, shirt to wear, he briefly explained what he thought you would understand. He told you about how he discovered the conflict, and then how he got involved in the war. Then he explained how he became a bit careless and was discovered spying and helping multiple sides of the conflict. The Limaxx Army and monarchy were much more willing to execute him than some of the other sides, but he was still in mind-numbing amounts of trouble that the Master would have to dig himself out of. Finally, The Master emphasised how he also needed to ensure that you were safe in his TARDIS while he dealt with all of this galactic mess. Though, he didn’t appear to successfully get his final point across to you.

“This is very important. You will be staying here, while I-”

“What! No, Master, I’m coming with you.” You couldn’t believe that The Master would just leave you behind when his life was at risk.

“I need you to stay here, Y/n.” The Master placed his hands on your shoulders, but you shifted out of his grasp.

“No, I want to help you!”

“It’s not safe for you there. You saw what happened to me, do you want that or something worse to happen to you? Do you want to die? Is that what you want?” The Master raised his voice in frustration and then pinched the bridge of his nose once he realised how petulant he sounded. You gave The Master some distance, sitting down on a partially cluttered sofa. You waited for The Master to calm down before trying to make your point again.

“All I want to do is help you. I know that you will keep me safe, but I need to keep you safe, too.” The Master sighed, a hint of anger intermingled with his delight at your devotion. 

The Master loved your determination, how you were never afraid of him and would always fight for your position. But this situation was different than a little tiff about Human music or where to go out to eat or what the temperature within The TARDIS should be. This was a situation far more dangerous than you could comprehend, mostly due to The Master’s own protectiveness, and how he wanted to keep you like this. He wanted to keep you innocent and safe and away from harm for as long as he possibly could. The Master knew what he would have to do in order to keep you safe, even though it might kill him seeing you upset with him after the fact.

“This is not like that. It’s too dangerous. I need you to stay here so I have someone to clean my wounds for me when I return.” The Master walked forward, leaned down in front of you, and patted your knee reassuringly. His tone was soft, too soft, suspiciously so. The Master looked up at you with his big amber eyes. They were big and round and pleading. In other circumstances, you enjoyed seeing The Master’s softer moments, but, as The Master said many times, this conflict was serious and deadly. The Master’s attitude shifted too quickly causing your mind to question his new actions. You had a feeling in your gut about what The Master was about to do. So, you slapped your hand over The Master’s eyes and turned away from the Time Lord.

“Don’t do that!” You exclaimed.

“Do what?!” The Master questioned. His tone was still jovial and lighthearted, though you could trace a hint of frustration in the back of his voice.

“Look into my eyes!”

“Why can’t I look into the eyes of my love before this trying adventure?” You felt The Master remove your hand from his face and then creep his hands up and around your waist. The pads of his thumbs began to rub forceful circles into the flesh of your waist. You continued to face away from him but you could feel The Master staring you down and daring you to break.

The Master’s presence was distracting enough, but his use of the word ‘love’ almost made you lightheaded and willing to do whatever he said. You could tell that he was trying to manipulate you into staying in The TARDIS, but you wished that his affections were real. Maybe if you were positive that his feelings for you were real, then, maybe, you would stay willingly. But you needed to prove that you weren’t just a pathetic Human that could be used for fun at The Master’s every whim. You needed to stay strong. 

“I know what you’ll try to do if I look into your eyes, Master. You’re going to try to hypnotise me into staying behind. So, guess who’s not going to do that?” You leapt up from your seat, quickly dodging The Master’s wanting hands, and moved to leave the room. You heard The Master sigh behind you again (he had been doing that a lot today), but you didn’t turn around.

“Why must you be so stubborn?!” The Master pouted in an exhausted manner. 

“You’re one to talk!” You retorted back to the alien as you stood by the door of the study, your back still facing The Master. 

“Please, Y/n. This will be incredibly dangerous for me, let alone you. I need you to be safe for me. I have no idea what I would do with myself if you got hurt because of me, or worse.” If you had turned around at that moment, you would have seen The Master lounging, outstretched, almost seductively, on the floor while looking up at you with pleading eyes. With the look he was giving you, you might have agreed with him and stayed behind, as long as he stayed with you just a bit longer in that position before returning to the battle. But you must have turned around and given into The Master’s begging tone in a different universe. In this universe, though, you would continue to stand your ground.

“I can handle myself, Master.” You finally spoke before briskly leaving The Master to wallow and worry in his messy study.

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The eyes were incredibly vulnerable, yet enticing, parts of most species' bodies. Because of this vulnerability, that is why The Master chose hypnosis through eye contact most often. It was faster and to random people he hypnotised it often terrified them more. With you, though, quiet relaxing hypnosis sessions were common, like when he helped you get to sleep on troubling nights. It was one of the ways The Master showed his love to you. Being forthcoming with his power to completely corrupt or terrify you but never doing so, actually being kind and respectful, was such an intimate idea to him, He hurt him greatly knowing that he would have to hypnotise you in a manner that he never had before, but this was still all for your protection. So, it didn’t bother him as much as it probably should. However, with you being so stubborn, The Master would have to use other forms of telepathy and hypnosis in order to protect you.

Touch telepathy was a viable option. The Master was a little rusty with this type of hypnosis, though, especially in this regeneration, due to how isolated he had been in this life and the fact that he wasn’t as touchy as he was before. Except for you, of course, with you The Master was probably more affectionate than he had ever been in his life. The Master had only used touch telepathy on you once before, though, but that was during an hour or so long massage after a particularly gruelling trip. If The Master had an hour or two, then he could successfully hypnotise you through touch as he had before. You would not be that easily tricked, though, especially not after The Master’s first attempt to hypnotise you was discovered. Was he that obvious? Maybe he could successfully hypnotise you if he put a bit more effort into it. Or maybe he could just loosen you up before finally locking eyes with you. Either way, you would need multiple doses of hypnotism before The Master would be able to return to the conflict he started.

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The Master slowly and calmly walked up behind you while you prepared your favourite warm beverage. He took a deep breath and then ghosted his fingers down your spine. The Master could feel how determined you were. So, The Master stepped closer to you, his torso pressed tightly against your back, and then stroked your arms up and down soothingly. More physical contact would aid in his attempts to hypnotise you.

“Are you going to the library to read?” The Master asked after a moment of breathing in your presence. Your mind was just as strong-willed as ever. You were a tough opponent, weren’t you?

“Yes. That is, until you wise up and let me join you on this little adventure.” You retorted coldly. 

The Master dropped his head onto your shoulder defeatedly. He really didn’t want to hypnotise you in this way, in such an improper way. The manner in which he saved for his enemies: without consent. Because The Master liked you, and now that the two of you had been travelling together and growing closer and more trusting of each other, The Master preferred to hypnotise you consensually. Whenever you had a rough day, he would calm you down via hypnosis. If you had nightmares, he would hypnotise you to sleep. And, of course, The Master had suggested (and had made many plans consisting of) experimenting with romantic and sexual hypnotism. But this was completely different. Why couldn’t you just listen to him so he wouldn’t have to do this?

The Master pulled the collar of your shirt to the side and began kissing your shoulder with his soft lips. With every kiss, you felt a numbing jolt rush to your head. It felt so nice and calm and dreamy, and you could feel the rush enticing you to a land of peaceful sleep. When The Master hummed against your pulse point your mind finally fought against him and cleared briefly. You straightened your back with clarity. The Master was trying to hypnotise you again!

“Are you really trying to hypnotise me, again?” You barked in frustration.

“No …” The Master mumbled into your brain.

“Really? Because it feels like you are.” You mentally shot back.

“If you would just listen to me and stay in The TARDIS, then I wouldn’t have to hypnotise you into doing what I want.”

“Get Out.” You growled in response. 

The Master huffed defeatedly but telepathically left your mind. He then exited The TARDIS kitchen with a new plan already forming in his mind.

A couple of hours later, The Master set up an elaborate set of mirrors, bouncing reflections off of each other. It was a bit juvenile and Human, but The Master knew that tricking you in this way would actually be successful. Knowing you when you got stubborn, The Master was certain that you would eventually come out to try and find him and try to convince him that you were correct. You just needed him to see your position. And eventually, like clockwork, you came wandering out from the library directly into The Master’s trap. 

You looked around, confused. Why were there so many mirrors out? You walked through the hallway close to the ballroom where The Master often lounged in dramatically, but then you locked eyes with The Master through an elaborate mirror.

“No!” You screamed before sleepiness overtook your mind and then fell onto the floor of the TARDIS. In your sleepy haze, you saw a blurred image of The Master walking up to you. Then he picked you up in his strong arms. You groaned in annoyance, but you couldn’t stop your head front lolling onto The Master’s shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” The Master looked you over, making sure he didn’t overdo his hypnotism. It wasn’t likely, due to the reflections of the mirrors dulling the effects, but he needed to make sure of what he did because he was doing this to you.

“You’re a meanie.” You tried to swipe at The Master’s nose but you underestimated the distance in your haze and didn’t even reach his face. 

“Yep! That’s me. Big ol’meanie Master just trying to protect his companion and the love of his life from any harm. How horribly mean of me to do that! Unbelievable.” The Master chuckled at you in this state. He had seen you exhausted before, and this was a perfect imitation. You finally were safe, and you would soon be asleep, so there was nothing for him to worry about anymore. 

“Love …” You hummed, intrigued, but completely out of your mind. The Master hummed, too, suddenly more aware of how many times he had used that word when referring to you today, seemingly absentmindedly. One thing that Humans and Gallifreyans had in common was the fact that ‘love’ was an incredibly powerful word not to be used lightly. But was The Master actually using it lightly, or did he really mean what he said? He assumed that it was the latter, but he would consider that option more thoroughly while he was murdering his way through the Limaxx Galaxy War.

“Part of me hopes that you will forget this but the other part of me hopes that you will remember. Which shall it be, my little Human?” The Master leaned down to whisper darkly into your face. Your eyes were fully closed now, directly on the brink of sleep.

“I’ll remember out of spite.” You slurred your words, but your sentiment was powerfully mixed within your tone. The Master just found your antics humorous in the most loving way.

“I guess we will see when I come back to you, then. Though, I will happily encourage you to be spiteful.” The Master’s dark chuckle reverberated throughout your mind.

Finally, The Master carried you into your shared room and delicately tucked you into bed. Your body was limp and completely melted into the plush of the decadent mattress. 

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, my love. Just have a little nap. Then when you wake up, I will be back, and we can do whatever you want.” The Master whispered into your ear. 

“No. I’m mad at you, now.” You pouted into the soft covers. 

Sleep had practically overtaken your mind at this point, but you were still trying to hold onto the last ropes of your waking reality. The Master had to admire that. You were stronger than he thought you were. With some training and preparation, you probably could overthrow worlds and galaxies alongside him if you were so inclined to do so, or you could potentially surpass him in hypnosis and telepathic abilities and give him a run for his money if that was more your style. Either way, The Master definitely found is equal in you. He was certain of it.

“Fine, I’ll just make you like me again when I return. In whatever way you want me to make you like me again. Tonight’s festivities will be your choice.” The Master kissed your forehead for one last blast of hypnotism, causing you to be fully wrapped up in the folds of his sleep spell. The Master rolled his eyes at his abilities. Of course, touch telepathy would be successful when you were already under powerful partial hypnosis. He really needed to work on his skills so a situation such as this would never happen again. There was no excuse for being rusty, especially when that could cause you to be potentially hurt. But you were safe now. His little Human, completely safe in his TARDIS; that is all that mattered to The Master.

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Keep It On

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader keeps getting distracted by The Doctor dressed in her new outfit accessory and needs The Doctor’s attention as soon as they get back to The TARDIS.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Reader Fem is so hot doctor 13 with a suit and waistcoat, that when you are in bed you ask her not to take it off with them. (no need to be smut, if you don’t want to or don’t feel comfortable)

Warnings - making out and foreplay leading to smut but no actual smut, sexual discussions. So Minors DNI!!!

Word Count - 1982

A/n - I was thinking about The Doctor’s waistcoat from “The Haunting of Villa Diodati”, but because that episode is so plot-driven I didn’t want this story to revolve around that episode. So, let’s just imagine that The Doctor wore something like that at a different time. I also think that I made this more of a Gender Neutral Reader rather than a Female Reader, I hope that that’s okay. Established Relationship. The other companions can be whomever you wish them to be. Requested by a lovely anon(thank you for the request)! I don’t know how good this is, but I had a lot of fun writing it even though it took me forever to edit. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been distracting you all day and the worst part of it all was the fact that she wasn’t even doing it on purpose. If she had woken up and decided to tease you throughout an adventure, then you would arguably have the right to be frustrated and upset with her. But The Doctor didn’t do that. She just got dressed and went about her day. Yet she didn’t even realise the lascivious effect that she had on you. 

The Doctor chose to spice up her usual outfit with a floral vest today. She did so innocently. Annoyingly innocently. She was taking you and the rest of her companions to a planet that had stricter, more Victorian-like guidelines when it came to fashion. You and your friends were all dressed fancier than your normal attire, but The Doctor, in her floral vest and button-down romantic blouse, continued to catch your eye. If you were being completely honest with yourself, The Doctor always caught your eye, but there was just something about her in that waistcoat that caused your brain to melt.

The time you and your friends had on the planet was incredibly fun. You had gone to a carnival filled with many alien rides, games, and foods, all the while you were longing after The Doctor without her notice. Eventually, though, the day had to end. Before returning to The TARDIS, however, The Doctor joyfully purchased alien ice cream for all of you to try as a small nightcap. Then The Doctor piloted her beloved ship to overlook a beautiful nebula as you and your friends said your goodnights for the evening.

“You should be getting some sleep, too. We all had a long day.” The Doctor said to you as she double-checked the protections she placed on her TARDIS.

“But I want to spend some alone time with you.” You walked up beside the alien and wrapped your arm around her vest-covered waist before leaning your head against her shoulder. The Doctor warmly nuzzled her head against yours before wrapping her own arm around your shoulders.

“Office time, fun time, or bedroom time?” The Doctor questioned, eager for your answer. This was a question asked between the two of you often in order to clarify certain situations rather than assuming what each other wanted. “Office time” referred to anything non-sexual and TARDIS-based: i.e. hanging out with The Doctor while she’s working on her ship, or in her study. “Fun time” stood for anything non-sexual that didn’t inherently involve The TARDIS: like watching movies, going on an extra adventure, or cuddling together. Finally, “Bedroom time” was code for more romantic and sexual activities: formal dates, making out, and obviously anything sexual.

“Bedroom time, if you are okay with that?” You turned your head to look at The Doctor for her answer and immediately you were captured by her star-filled hazel eyes. A wide smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Of course I am okay with that, my little star.” The Doctor pecked a kiss on your nose before grabbing your hand and running down the TARDIS hallway toward your bedroom. You erupted into a fit of giggles, trailing after your ecstatic alien, very thankful that The TARDIS walls were soundproof.

Upon reaching your bedroom, The Doctor opened the door to your room with enough energy and excitement to rival that of yours upon first seeing her in her waistcoat earlier. She then flung you through the doorway, causing you to again laugh at The Doctor’s antics. Then she closed the door behind the two of you, smiling like the adorable mad woman with a box that she was. 

You skipped forward until your torso was pressed up against The Doctor’s chest, a mirror of her smile written on your face. Before The Doctor could compliment your loveliness, you fully pressed her against the door of your room and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Immediately, you could feel The Doctor’s sweet smirk against your mouth, telling you that if you hadn’t kissed her she would have done it for you. Her hands ghosted over your body momentarily until she eagerly grasped your waist and pulled you as tightly against her body as she possibly could. 

Unfortunately, you had to break away from the kiss in order to catch your breath, but much to The Doctor’s enjoyment, she didn’t need to stop for breath and could continue to tease you while you recovered. Now The Doctor could kiss and nip and bite at the skin of your throat. You sighed and moaned at the feeling of her perfect lips against your skin and the pressure of her hands roaming over your body. The Doctor was the only thought in your mind..

“You love teasing me, don’t you?” You breathily asked.

“Whatever do you mean?” The Doctor hummed against your skin. You were going to retort back, but as soon as you were about to speak The Doctor bit down on your pulse point.

“Doctor!” I loud, moany version of The Doctor’s name erupted from your mouth as your body curled into The Doctor’s, now desperate for some sort of friction.

“Of course I love teasing you! When I do, you make noises like that.” The Doctor giggled into your neck.

The intoxicating nature of The Doctor was causing your brain to blur, all you could focus on was her and nothing else. Your beloved alien was making you too flustered when you wanted to keep some sort of control. So, you pulled her face back to yours to resume kissing. You pushed The Doctor further against your bedroom door, cradling her beautiful face in your hands. After a moment of welcomed shock, The Doctor moved one of her hands to caress your upper back and with her other hand, she began to grope your ass. Then, before you could do anything to stop her, The Doctor flipped the two of you over so your back was now pressed against the wall. This sudden change took you by surprise, causing you to gasp and allowing The Doctor to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth, which was a sensation that always made her weak. She was practically vibrating from the excitement of kissing you, holding you, and having your body pressed up against hers. In her flustered state, you flipped the two of you again. You tried to remain in control of the situation, to show The Doctor how passionately you cared for her, but you were quickly becoming more and more distracted by your alien lover. The Doctor grabbed you by the hips to ensure that you remained tightly against her body. Then she led you backwards until the back of your legs met the edge of your bed. The Doctor broke apart from the kiss this time. She kissed a path from your lips to your ear.

“Get on the bed.” She whispered passionately before kissing the shell of your ear.

A wide smile spread across your face, which The Doctor instantly mirrored. You then jumped on the bed with eagerness but stayed in the middle because your shoes were still on. The Doctor first kicked off her shoes with an adorable huff. She rarely ever fully untied her shoes at the best of times, but when something as urgent as being with you was occurring she never bothered to even untie her boots. She simply undid the laced bow and then kicked them off frantically. You giggled as you watched her now, but her attention soon fell back on you after her mini battle with her boots.

The Doctor placed her leg up on the bed and then gently grabbed your ankle. She placed your ankle on her knee and massaged the flesh there for a moment. Then she patiently untied your shoe with an almost sacred reverence for your belongings and before removed it softly. The Doctor pressed a delicate kiss to the inner skin of your ankle and then returned your leg to lounge on the softness of the bed. Immediately she showed the same treatment to your other ankle.

With your shoes now off, you scooted up the bed, Finally, The Doctor began to join you on the bed. Finally, you were experiencing what you had imagined since you first saw The Doctor in her waistcoat this morning. Finally, you could relish in having The Doctor’s full attention on you.

Your beloved alien kissed her way up your body, up your thighs, on your hips, all over your stomach and chest and neck. Occasionally, she would make minor detours in order to pay extra special attention to her favourite parts of your body. Eventually, she made her way up your body until she was fully hovering over you. The Doctor smiled at you like you were the most precious being in The Universe and then kissed your forehead with reverence.

“You are so cute.” The Doctor said softly, lovingly.

“And you are so handsome, Doctor.” You bumped your nose against hers.

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Especially in this outfit, Doc.” You caressed your hands up and down her waistcoat-covered sides, while subconsciously caressing her calf with your foot.

“So that’s what’s gotten you all worked up. I’ll need to dress like this more often, then.” The Doctor smirked down at you, her golden hair framing her face like a halo of starlight. She might be an alien, but in your eyes, she was an angel.

“You absolutely must!” You eagerly responded, causing The Doctor to laugh at your enthusiasm. She then moved to hold your face in both of her hands, her body weight fully on top of you, and kissing you passionately.

With yours and The Doctor’s lips finally reconnected, The Doctor moved her leg in between your legs and lightly put pressure on your crouch. Slowling, teasingly, she shifted forward, grinding her leg against your most sensitive region. You moaned into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of the fabric of The Doctor’s vest.

You and The Doctor continued to make out like this, building up the pressure and want between your bodies. Every once in a while, your beloved alien would expertly remove a piece of your clothing with nimble fingers until you were left beneath The Doctor in just your underwear while she remained completely clothed. Now she could touch you, grop you, caress you freely. Just as you wished, Your make out session stopped, however, when The Doctor moved to unbutton her waistcoat. Quickly, you grabbed her hands to stop her from doing so.

“Can you keep it on?” You asked, want heavy and evident in your voice.

“You want me to make you feel good like this?” The Doctor, despite her different anatomy, was breathing heavily from excitement. When she was like this, completely desperate for you, she didn’t need much convincing to try something new. However, she would be lying if she said that she never imagined ravishing your body while she was fully clothed and you were naked. Admittedly though, those imaginings were usually taking place in the console room of The TARDIS, but The Doctor’s excitement over this new opportunity never waned. She was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

“Yes, please, Doctor.” You begged breathlessly.

“Good.” The Doctor smirked before placing one sweet kiss on your lips. She would have wanted to tease you a bit more if she wasn’t so excited, probably something involving removing her underwear with her teeth. However, The Doctor was too eager to do that right now. She kissed you once more with a fervour while her hands ripped your underwear from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath her. Finally, The Doctor was going to grant your wish and make you feel good in her beautiful waistcoat.

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!

Greetings how are you? I was wondering if I could please request a dhawan!master x reader request. The reader invites the master, the doctor and their friends (yaz, Dan, Graham and ryan) for Christmas lunch. They all have lunch together and the reader gives them all a present. The master opens his alone in his tardis and the gift is something that's he really likes and he's touched by the reader giving him a gift.

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And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day

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Take My Hand {Dhawan!Master x Reader}

Summary: You & The Master have history. But it never ends the way you want it to.

A/N: Will probably do a part two

Warnings: TPOTD Spoilers! I guess a slightly toxic relationship??? It’s the Master so… always toxic lol

You stood anxiously, finding yourself subconsciously biting your lip in anticipation. What the hell had he planned this time? Every time you’ve found yourself in his presence, he’d manage to lure you in, make you feel sorry for him, but then he’d ultimately betray your feelings and conceptions about him with trying to hurt the Doctor. Truth was, you understood somewhat how he felt. To not want to be you. To want to be greater, have more purpose, to be… More.

You’d been around the Doctor a long time. Not consistently, after choosing to walk away a few trips after the year that never was, back when she was a different person. But you’d often find yourself mixed up in the Doctors antics over the next few years of your life. You saw her when she was an older Scottish man, and when the current man on your mind was a she… Missy. You’d stuck around for a little while when the Doctor found himself alone after Clara. You’d become close with Missy. Friends you may have even said. Perhaps it was easier, purely because Missy felt completely different to the man you had to face when he was Saxon. Once again, you left, after sticking around for a few months, going back to your normal life. It was only a year or so later you found yourself in another situation involving the Doctor and her greatest enemy.

“Not dead then?” You raised a brow at the new face of the man in front of you. He was donning a dark purple jacket, tartan waist coat and trousers combo with a beard. He somehow looked put together, whilst keeping that crazed look in his eyes that told you he was as wild as years before. Smirking, he approached.

“I could say the same to you.” He looked you up and down. “I see time has been kind to you all these years.” You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.

“Stop. Whatever you’re planning, just don’t.” You said exasperatedly. “It never works. Why do it to yourself?” His smirk dropped, a darker gaze falling onto his features, his eyes boring into your own.

“Because I have nothing else to live for.”

Of course, you were right. His plan was foiled, as the Doctor defeated him again. You had tried, time and time again to get through to the man, but every time you felt you got a bit closer, you were pushed back multiple steps.

You thought about all those times, as you were brought out of your mind by a familiar sound. The whirring of the TARDIS echoed through the building as you found yourself rushing towards it. You looked to see a swarm of UNIT soldiers aiming their guns at the box, whilst Ace & Tegan stood on the stairs, and Kate ahead, ready to face the crazed man when he stepped out with the Doctor. After what felt like a life time, the door finally opened, as the familiar face you had been thinking about appeared… The Master. He was quickly grabbed by two of UNITs men. He looked around, scanning the building, a grin breaking out onto his face.

“Put him in the bunker.” Kate spoke, ordering her men. “Constant monitoring, full security detail.” The two soldiers walked him, as they followed their boss’ words.

“Ooh, the bunker! That sounds nice! I love a bunker!” The Master smiled, looking around. “Anybody want to join me? Bunk-up in the bunker?” He smirked as you watched from the sidelines. He suddenly turned to Kate, pulling on the two armed men. “Your dad was an idiot.” He commented to Kate as she stayed straight faced, ignoring his quip. The two guards pulled him back, continuing to walk with him, as his head snapped back round, his eyes landing on the two former companions who stood above him. “Oh, Tegan Jovanka! How's your Auntie Vanessa? Do you keep her in a little doll's house?” He commented, as she glared down at him.

“I'm going to enjoy watching you locked up in a tiny cell.” Tegan narrowed her eyes at him as he raised a brow.

“That's right, you tell me. And Ace!” His attention turned to the other woman. “Or should I say Dorothy? Didn't the Doctor ditch you? No? Little fallout with your Machiavellian maestro?” He taunted.

“Last time I saw you, you were half cat.” Ace raised a brow, as he shrugged.

“A man’s allowed to experiment.” He retorted, before his gaze finally landed on you. You looked at him with a softer expression than the others, but kept your arms folded over your chest, showing you weren’t afraid and ready to stand your ground.

“And (Y/N) (L/N)…” He gave a half smile. “Still holding onto the Doctors beck and call I see.” You stayed silent. “No? Nothing to say?” He sighed. “Well that’s boring.” Truth was, what could you say that you hadn’t already tried before. “Still,-“ He paused. “-looking as young as ever.” He commented as you raised a brow, before Kate cut him off.

“Take him away.” She ordered as the men dragged him towards the elevator.

“Yes, yes, take me away! You'll all feel safer then with me in the building. You're not staying, Doctor?” He called from inside the lift. “You're not going to leave them alone, are you... while you go Dalek hunting?” The Doctor didn’t reply, as the doors began to close. “Whoo!” Was the last thing the Master said before the doors sealed, sending him down to below the building. You finally let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding.

“(Y/N), Ace, Tegan, I need you to stay here and monitor the Master. We won't be long.” The Doctor told you three as she turned to head back into her ship, you found yourself zoning out, turning as you headed back into Kates office.

A few minutes later, Ace & Tegan entered the room, seeing you watching the security camera of the bunker on the screen, watching as the Master paced around his cell, occasionally staring up directly into the camera above him. It was like he knew you were watching.

“We can take turns watching.” Ace commented as you snapped your head towards the voice, not even registering them enter. “I really thought I’d seen the last of him.”

“Yeah, well, he has a habit of coming back when you least expect it.” You replied as the two woman came round to stand beside you.

“How’d you meet him?” Tegan asked as you sighed.

“Many years ago. When the Doctor was still a he. The Master came to Earth, became Prime Minister… He managed to slaughter thousands of people, take over, but the Doctor reversed time. None of it ever happened to you.” You told them.

“That sounds like The Master.” Ace shook her head slightly.

“Then I met him again, when he was a she. Missy. But she was different, like she had more of a softer side. In her own wicked way of course.” Both women turned to you in surprise at that remark. “And then this one. With a cyber army not long ago.”

“Wow… You really had a lot of run ins then.” Tegan said as you nodded.

“I would’ve even said we were friends…” You muttered lowly, causing both woman again to look surprised. “But that was long ago now.” The two woman shared a look.

“Is there…” Ace began, unsure how to ask. “History?” She raised a brow as you scoffed lightly, shaking your head.

“Not like that.” You sighed. “Well, not in a conventional sense I suppose. He’s the Master. He doesn’t do feelings.” You looked back at the screen, seeing him once again staring directly at the camera. Silence fell between you all for a moment before you began walking away. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, come and get me.” You called over your shoulder as the two woman furrowed their brows, watching as you left.

This was stupid. Again. You found yourself running to him. You knew it wasn’t healthy. You knew you couldn’t change his mind. Yet here you were, heading down to face the man for what felt like the hundredth time. To try and empathise with him.

Entering the bunker, you approached the room he was being kept in, seeing two guards stood at the door.

“I need to speak to him.” You told them both as they looked at you, unsure. “Ten minutes. Kates orders.” They sent each other a look before one nodded, as they turned to unlock the door. You send them a nod as thanks as you entered, the door slamming shut behind you. The Master had his back to you, as you slowly approached.

“It’s like you couldn’t stay away…” The Master quipped, slowly turning as he looked at you with a smirk. “And what do I owe this pleasure of your presence?” He gestured around cell with his tied hands. “I would offer you to come in but…” He trailed off as his eyes scanned the cell bars.

“So what’s it this time?” You asked, as you stepped closer, only a foot away from the bars that held him. “Take over the planet? The solar system? The universe? Take down the Doctor? Fail again?” You raised a brow as he laughed.

“Ever so perceptive.” He furrowed his brows. “Do you really think so little of me?” He took a few steps forwards.

“Can you blame me?” You folded your arms. “I mean, every time I’ve met you, you’ve tried to do one or all of those things. Your track record isn’t exactly varied.” He nodded, slightly shrugging.

“I’ll give you that.” He said. “But I could say the same to you.” He raised a brow, as he stood a right in front of the bars in front of you. “Still running to the Doctor every time she clicks her fingers.” He lifted his hands to snap his own fingers together, before breaking out into a manic grin. “It’s sweet really. Your loyalty. Your… What’s the word?” He pursed his lips. “Ah that’s it. Patheticness.” You rolled your eyes.

“I came down here to talk, not to be insulted.” You went to turn away but jumped at the sound of his hands hitting the bars.

“Do not turn away your back on me!” The Master exclaimed, as your head whipped back round to him, slight fear in your eyes as his expression looked dark. “You have no idea.” He said quieter. “No idea-“ He spat. “Don’t even try to pretend you do.” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you found yourself turning back to face him. “Remember what I said to you… All those years ago…”

“We could run away.” Missy shrugged, as you shook your head at her words. “No, I mean it. Imagine it. Me and you, on the open road of time and space.”

“You mean me watching you cause chaos?” You laughed lightly.

“If chaos was to follow us, then so be it.” She smirked as you found yourself smiling. “I always wondered what it would be like to be the Doctor… have a little pet-“

“I’m not a pet!” You exclaimed, as she gave you a ‘come on’ look. “I’m not!”

“Ok, ok, fine!” She said exasperated. “Companion.” She air quoted as you raised a brow.

“Why?” You wondered aloud. “I mean, you’ve always been a lone wolf right? What’s changed?” Her gaze softened slightly as she sat back in her seat, reaching her hands out as she began to play the piano that sat before her.

“I don’t know.” She said truthfully. “Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s boredom. Doing the same thing, over and over and over.” She paused, focusing on her playing. “Maybe it’s you.”

“Of course.” You said quietly, almost breathless. “But that was then. Before you did what you did.” He sighed, leaning his head on the cold bars. He then pulled his gaze back to you, slowly holding a hand through the bars as you peered down at it.

“All you have to do is take my hand.” He said quietly. “Please-“ He tried as you blinked, peering down at his open palm, you found yourself subconsciously reaching out with your own, slowly going to do as he asked… Suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the building, jolting you away, as your head spun round to the metal doors, rushing over as you banged on them, trying to get a response, but nothing. You turned back to him.

“What have you done?” You asked, as the man before you smirked. “Master!” You exclaimed, storming towards him. He laughed as you looked concerned.

“Unleashed hell.”

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