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Long form:

Regency!AU Secondo x OC

A Commitment Not A Toy (chapter 3)

One shots:

Sunday is For Sloth

Sexy "No Nut Kinktember" Prompt (I have 6 days that are already written and one currently in progress)

Primo Piss Fic #2

Ideas that are slowly forming:

Storm as a newly summoned ghoul and a sister of sin erotica concept

“You’re safe now, eh? No harm done.”

The Doctor was cheery as ever, fighting with the console scanner in her usual way, her back turned as you sat on the glowing steps to the upper walkway. The surge of adrenaline had left your system a pained and sluggish mess, yet your mind continued racing. Sure, no harm done that she’d have to do anything about. Bruises circled your wrists from handcuffs, the ache in your jaw from the force of the gag only just beginning to subside. The masked bandits that snatched you from the market had left no physical malady that couldn’t be healed with painkillers and time. But mentally, you felt… strange.

The day kept replaying in your head in sudden bursts, the echoes of their forceful touch spreading across your skin.

“Consider yourself lucky you got to stay away from the chaos. Sontarans can’t aim like they used to!”

The TARDIS let out a series of beeps, as if to tell the Timelady to stop talking. She muttered something under her breath, entering a series of numbers into a calculator wired into the surface of the machine. The two engaged in a battle of number punching and beeps, before the console seemed to relent, releasing a custard cream from the dispenser as a peace offering. All the while you fussed with your hands, picking at an invisible wound, unravelling a mental thread.

“I think I need a bath.” You finally announced, standing up from the stairs.

The Doctor turned to look at you, opening her mouth to speak, but you’d already disappeared into the depths of the corridors. On your way towards your quarters you bumped into Yaz, her own hair wet from the shower. You glanced down at her sweatshirt, a cartoonish souvenir from an adventure you’d missed for… reasons. She placed a caring hand on your shoulder.

“You alright?” She asked innocently. You just nodded.

“I need a bath.” You repeated. Yaz looked at you with sympathetic eyes.

“We were gonna start that film, the Doctor says she’s got this popcorn that changes flavour depending on what food you’re thinking of. I bet Ryan twenty quid she ends up thinking of something gross and ruins it for herself.” She gave your shoulder a squeeze. “Do you want us to wait?”

She was really trying, you thought. She was being far kinder than you deserved. You’d been much more distant from your traveling companions than usual as of late, missing more and more adventures with the Fam. Graham and Ryan had seemed resigned to your absences, and the Doctor barely seemed to notice.

“No, go ahead.” You replied, offering a small smile. “I need sleep tonight. I think I got hit pretty hard. Let me know what she thinks of in the morning, yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Good night then.” Yaz returned your smile before heading left towards the cinema wing. You swiftly made your way to your own room, locking the door behind you and pulling your phone from your pocket. Luckily your captors hadn’t taken it from you when they’d taken you, manhandling you towards their hideout. As you sat on the bed you unlocked the device, noticing the dirt caked beneath your nails as you sent a quick text.

“Got kidnapped today. Feeling rough and need a bath. Can I come over?”

You flopped backwards across the bed, letting the day sink in. The Doctor had been distracted and once again you’d paid the price. The Fam hadn’t said a word about how you’d failed to meet at the town square before the invasion had kicked into motion, and by that time you’d already endured several rounds of verbal beatings and been forced to watch your captors play three games of uno. You could still feel the phantom grip on your arms from their rough manhandling, the hot breath of their threats in the shell of your ear. You scrubbed your hands across your face, letting out a loud groan as you ruminated on yet another day feeling like you’d ran a marathon. This was becoming as much of a routine as your sneaking away. It was unsustainable.

Your phone pinged, pulling you from your spiral.

“Door’s open.”

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you opened the top drawer of your nightstand and reached for a small, unassuming compact mirror hidden beneath the carefully assembled pile of junk. The compact popped open with a click, a miniscule button hidden where the mirror should’ve been, your thumb pushing it down. It made a low beeping sound and a white light enveloped your body, shooting out from the centre of the compact and encasing you in its glow. The white light snatched you from where you stood, leaving nothing but the loose dirt from your shoes on the carpet in its wake. 

The light spat you out and you landed back on your feet, your stomach lightly churning. The feeling never got any easier, no matter how many times you went through it. Especially now you felt like you’d been hit with a car. Your eyes adjusted to the dark room, its familiar hazy glow of red and purple similar to the Doctor's golden TARDIS.

“I hope you tipped your kidnappers well.” A voice behind you said. You felt your shoulders sink with relief and turned around.

“It’s not an easy career and the pay’s awful.” 

The owner of the voice leant against the console, arms crossed against his chest as he looked you up and down, smirking at your visible dishevelment. A shimmering red cube pulsated on its axis, spiralling circles of long lost languages displayed as holograms behind his mess of brown hair. It was shorter and curlier than the last time you saw him. You liked it quite a bit.

“You really do look rough.” 

“Hello to you too, Master” You replied, shuffling across the black floor and into a pair of waiting arms, the Timelords hands stroking circles down your back. After the day you’d had this was the best thing you could’ve asked for, the butterflies in your stomach still fluttering since the first time he’d held you. Except now they were contributing to your strange unease from earlier.

“Hi.” The Master said, and you felt a small kiss press against your hairline. You melted against his body, the Master embracing you against his chest, the familiar steady rhythm of four beating against his skin.

“I’m not interrupting your plans, am I? “ You asked, glancing upward. The Master shook his head, playing with the dirty ends of your hair and grimacing at the mud, trying to shake it from his fingers.

“Just a quiet night in. Plotting, scheming, generally being evil.”

“Does shaving go into plotting or scheming?” You grinned, bringing your fingertips to stroke down the edge of his newly clean shaven jaw.

“When did you do this?” 

The Master involuntarily shivered at your touch.

“You like it?”

“Oh yes. It’s very evil. People will tremble for sure.”

The Master laughed, a warm sound that sent pleasure shooting down your spine.

“I missed you. You look really good.” You breathed, nose nuzzling into his neck.

“You don’t need to flatter me, I’ve already put the bubbles in.” The Master replied without bite. Your groan was one of satisfaction.

The Master looked down at you, a fondness in his eyes you couldn’t quite describe. You often thought the Master was like a cat. He’d stare at you for a while and slowly blink when he thought you weren't looking. You’d read somewhere that it was a cat's way of showing affection. You daren't ask him that directly, for fear of him never doing it again.

“Are you hurt?” He asked carefully, his voice softer than usual. His left arms grip on you tightened, his other hand raising to cup your cheek. His hold was tender, subtly turning your head from left to right. You suspected he was inspecting you for injuries.

“Just bruises,” you replied, pressing your cheek into his palm. “They grabbed me, dragged me into a van, then dragged me into a safehouse and tied me up. But apparently it could’ve been worse. I missed a Sontaran invasion.”

The Master rolled his eyes. “Their aim isn’t what it used to be.”

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.

“That’s what she said.” You replied, your lips making an involuntary grimace. The Master nodded.

“And did… she… say anything else?” He asked, his tone measured. He already knew the answer, and you already knew the question that was really being asked. It wasn’t the first time your adventures with the Doctor had resulted in you being put in peril. Yet every time, she failed to ask you about it. Sure, she commented, asked if you were ‘ok’. But she never pressed for details. You suspected she didn’t want to face them.

You shuffled uncomfortably, resting your palms on his chest to steady yourself. You enjoyed feeling the Masters hearts beat, resting your head against his chest and trying to get them to race by saying whatever you thought would get him going. Your visits were becoming more and more frequent, and it was beginning to show. You were slowly putting him together every time you escaped into the night and into his arms. 

“What do you think? They’re doing a movie night, apparently they’ve got popcorn that changes flavour if you think of a food.” 

“Wow, a PG movie and magic popcorn.” The Master whistled sarcastically.

“You’re missing out on all that excitement to sneak away and see little old me? I’m honoured.”

“I’m so tired I'd probably only be able to think of popcorn flavoured popcorn. You’re doing me a favor.” You grinned, drawing circles on his chest. “Can I stay? I already told them I was heading to bed.”

The Master sighed dramatically, his voice raising in pitch as he put on a lilting American accent.

“But alas, instead of going to her room and saying her prayers like a good girl, she climbed through the window to stay out past curfew with that no good bad boy of hers. I heard she’s missin’ family game night to play hookey with a felon.” He teased, earning him a playful smack to the chest.

“Ew, gross.” You groaned.

“They say she was never the same after discovering cigarettes, rock and roll music and those gosh darned creature features on the tv. I heard she says swear words now!”

“Master, stop it!” You giggled.

“I heard he stole her out of her bed and took her virtue, and now she wears leather jackets and gets tied up on the weekends for kicks!”

You both dissolved into a mess of laughter, the Master pulling you tightly to his side.

“One day, love, you won’t be the fifth member of a four piece." the Master declared as you rolled your eyes, recovering from your giggles. “I’ll take you from that miserable box and those useless friends and you’ll be all mine.”

“Promise?” You asked, only half teasing. The Master was being as serious as a double heart attack, which for him was as serious as it could get.

“If I have to wrap you in chains and kidnap you myself. I’ll make you mine.”

There it was again, the strange feeling. Only this time it didn’t feel as wrong. You swallowed the strange feeling, placing a gentle kiss to the edge of the Master's lips.

“I’m gonna check on that bath.”

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself out of his embrace, finding you’d become very comfortable in his arms. The Timelord tilted his head, as if he was trying to pull whatever you were thinking out of your mind and into his own. You once more disappeared into the labyrinth of the TARDIS corridors, the walls shifting and moving to guide you towards the sweet relief of a warm bath.

The Master had done as he’d said and more. The huge tub was piled high with bubbles and swirling steam, a mug of tea sat steeping on the small table beside it, and a plush black robe was laid out for you to change into once you were done. Your usual products were displayed in a line, in use order, and a hamper waited for your dirty clothes. You laughed to yourself, a warmth blooming in your chest- it was easy to forget he spent his free time terrorising the masses when he did things like this for you.

Sinking into the heat of the gargantuan bath was the best feeling of all, your bones screaming in distress once you finally took stock of your body. A light spattering of bruises littered your skin, hidden behind the grime, covering the ache. The day had taken more of a toll than you’d initially thought. Perhaps the adrenaline had clouded your senses.

Laying in the lagoonlike tub, you allowed yourself to think about that strange feeling once again.

It all came down to the moment you were snatched, the sensation of helplessness you’d felt in those seconds that stretched into an eternity. It was the way they’d held you, controlled you, one had even clutched his hand over your mouth to stop you screaming. You still screamed, but it was the feeling of suppression. And then those handcuffs, the forceful way they’d held your arms behind your back and pulled you to that chair, cuffing you in place before silencing you with a gag.

Unknowingly, you’d began to clench your thighs together, your hands creeping down towards your clit as you thought harder and harder about every detail, every dark desire painting a vivid picture. You were held, helpless, totally controlled. If the kidnappers hadn’t been stupid, and the Doctor hadn’t been there to stop the invasion, who knows how long they’d’ve kept you there. They could’ve done anything to you. Tied you up even further, just like The Master had said he would.

The thought of the Master made your clit throb, your fingers soon reaching to satisfy your ache as you remembered his words. Maybe he really would, you considered, the heat building in your core. All you’d have to do was ask, and he would. If he was a man of his word, which was to be debated yet in your case leaned towards yes, he’d snatch you away and chain you down, then you’d definitely be helpless. You’d be all his to do with as he liked. Shit, maybe he’d even hypnotise you. The thought made you moan like an animal, the water sloshing around you as you touched yourself. You shamelessly imagined his hands, those strong hands all over your body, groping and touching and caressing and dragging and gripping and holding… everywhere. 

Maybe he’d sink his fingers into your free will, the same way you imagined it was his fingers sinking into you right now, and he’d make you nothing but a puppet on his string. Oh he would, he definitely would. The thought elicited a sinful moan, the water sloshing around you as you pumped into yourself faster and faster. He’d say those magical words and pull you into his control, and he’d steal you for his own. Owning your mind, keeping you prisoner, unable to be anything but his. He could even throw you over his shoulder and carry you away as you pretended to protest, or he’d knock you out with some sort of gas and cradle you like a bride, framing himself as your twisted saviour. Would he even use chains? Or would he SAY he would, and in the end tie you down with the softest, strongest silk invented?

You were reaching your breaking point, the heat in your core and the sweat on your brow becoming unbearable. Your mind continued to ponder, your heart racing at the thought of him following up on his promise. His words echoed, a mantra of pleasure as you reached your climax. Mine, he’d said. Mine. I’ll make you mine. You felt yourself fall into the abyss of release, crying his name as you came completely and utterly undone into the water.

You faced the reality of what you’d just done, your chest rising and falling as you removed your fingers and allowed the bath to wash away the result of your fantasising. You lay silently for a solid minute in the bubbles, wallowing in the waves, before reaching to dry your hands on a nearby towel and open your phone, typing a simple question into the search engine:

in your defense — you had warned him.

you told the master that if he kept acting so reckless he was going to end up hurt, or dead.

of course, he hadn't listened to you. spouting some bullshit about his superior time-lord physiology.

and while he did have a point, he could regenerate, he wasn't as frail as humans, regeneration wasn't as simple as he made it out to be — even you were well aware of that.

so when your traveling partner comes barreling through the tardis door, something clearly off with the time lord — considering he loved raving about his achievements, but now he was almost eerily silent, you knew something had gone wrong on his latest revenge seeking tour.

"you have fun, then?" you asked, just to clear the air.

the master lets out an amused puff of air at your weak attempt to start a conversation, a strangled groan following shortly after.

"are—"

"not another word, you insignificant pest." he snapped before you could even finish your sentence.

you clamp your lips tightly together and slam your hand down on the console, averting your gaze from the alien as he typed coordinates into the ship.

the insults hurt at first, but you had grown used to them. it's not something you particularly liked, but complaining would get you nowhere but the grave, so you put up with it.

after all, you loved him.

and you hated that you loved him. you could never tell him and it ate away at you slowly, it was getting harder to hide your feelings.

unable to watch him suffer in silence and his own stubbornness, you spoke up again, "let me help you. we're supposed to be partners."

"that's laughable. i don't need your help." he countered, eyes slowly turning to glare at you, they seemed to be in a perpetual state of sadness. you can't count the amount of times they appeared to be filled with tears.

"then think of it as… forced labour." you toss your hands in the air and roll your eyes.

the master's furrowed eyebrows soften the longer he stared at you, "will you finally shut up if i let you do this?" he questioned, feeling blood seep through his deep magenta coloured button up.

you're silent for a few moments, as if contemplating his question, "i doubt it." you land on, you weren't about to test your luck with an alien that had a photographic memory.

the master rolled his eyes in response, pulling his hand back from his abdomen, a long sticky rope of blood following.

you didn't have a weak stomach, but the sight almost made you gag, he'd been hiding that all this time? what had he expected to do? wait until he passed out? which, judging by the blood that spreading across his shirt rapidly, wouldn't take long.

"master, let me help you… please."

his eyes flickered toward you, a glint of surprise evident in them. neither of you were the begging type, you were both so head strong and refused to grovel. your plea made him gulp, his well-being must be extremely serious for you — silly human.

"fine, but do try to keep your incessant jabbering to a minimum."

you immediately step forward to place your hand on his wound. your fingers brushed together which caused you to shiver and refuse to look at the alien, who had tensed up from the feeling of your hand. whether it was from pain or your sudden closeness, you weren't entirely sure.

the coldness of the alien makes your stomach drop and its then that you realize you'd never been this close to the master before,

"are you usually this cold?" you asked with fear evident in your tone as you held onto him tightly, guiding him to the medical room.

you were surprised at how he didn't push you away, the last time you tried to touch him, simply to pluck a branch from his hair, you were met with a rough wrist-grab and a long lecture about not laying your disgusting human hands on him again.

"yes, please don't burst a blood vessel about it. time lords have —"

"superior physiology. i'm aware, but that doesn't explain why you're as frigid as the arctic." you fumbled with the door knob as you spoke, the time lord's weight leaning on you making it difficult to perform the simplest of tasks.

both due to the fact he was heavier than you and the fact the person you had a crush on was pressed flush against you, relying on you to keep him steady.

"because, butter fingers," the master moved one of his hands atop yours on the door, making you freeze as he turns the knob and shoves the door open, "we regulate our body heat better than humans, making us less susceptible to heat stroke or hypothermia."

you move into the medbay and sat him down on one of the hospital beds, shoulders beginning to ache from supporting the alien such a long way, damn the tardis' long halls.

"must have had some crazy weather on gallifrey, then. to cause an evolutionary tactic like that." you comment absentmindedly, moving to the other side of the room to gather the supplies to help your injured time-lord.

the master doesn't speak, and for someone who spent most of his time on a never ending rant, it was worrisome. so you glance behind yourself, immediately catching his gaze, but he doesn't look away quickly as someone who had been caught staring usually would, instead matching your stare with the ferocity of a big cat stalking its prey.

"lose the layers." you manage, pointing toward his chest. he grins at that and you immediately realize the implications behind your words, "i meant so i could help you." you shake the medical supplies in your hands vigorously, heat creeping up your neck.

"stop embarrassing yourself, butter fingers. i know what you meant." the master's voice is softer than usual, it wasn't a real threat. he shrugged off his blazer, then unbuttoned his vest and pulled it off, revealing the blood soaked button up underneath.

"i think i preferred insignificant pest to butter fingers." you sigh out helplessly, knowing it was a nickname you wouldn't be able to shake anytime soon — until he found another name to torment you.

anything but using your actual name.

your heart seemed to drop even further seeing the state of his shirt. you immediately took a quick stride over, which appeared more as a pathetic run. you dropped the supplies on the mayo stand near the bed and reached your hands to unbutton the master's shirt, hands colliding with his.

"i do believe i can remove my own shirt." the master teased as your eyes slowly moved to meet his, you were so close you could feel his ragged breath against your face.

"unless you pass out from blood loss." you challenge, but your shaking voice revealed how nervous you really were. that only seemed to amuse the master further, who cocked his eyebrows and leaned back, moving his hands behind him to support his weight.

you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, trying not to think about how intimate this was. you'd rip his shirt off just to get it over with if you were certain he wouldn't kill you for it.

once he's finally out of his shirt, you grabbed gauze from the mayo stand and begun wiping down the blood, dropping to your knees in front of him in an attempt to find the wound that no longer seemed to be gushing blood, the hair on the alien's body didn't seem to help your search.

once you had the area mostly cleaned of blood, your now-bloodied hand searches the metallic stand for the sterile saline you had found in the cabinets while the other puts pressure on the wound, "do you want lidocaine? or can you handle the pain like the big evil time-lord you are."

you grab the bottle of saline and manage to open it with only one of your hands, something the master appeared thoroughly impressed by, a shame you couldn't see him.

you bring the bottle down as you move the gauze away from the wound, pouring the saline over his injury.

the master winced in pain, hips thrusting up towards your face and under any other circumstances, you would've thought about how hot he looked.

"stick me with the anesthetic and cease your taunting, lest you lose your tongue." the master hissed, watching as you grabbed the syringe full of medicine.

when you bring the needle close to his wound, you slowly look up at him, "is now a bad time to admit i've never done this before."

"yes." the master's expression never changed, he wasn't shocked, in fact it almost seemed like he expected it.

just when you think he may stop you entirely, shoving you away from him and saying he'll do it himself, he spoke up again, "insert the needle directly into the subcutaneous layer."

your hand doesn't move, revealing you had no idea what he was talking about. you brace yourself for the insults he was going to throw at you, but they never come.

"the wound edges." he clarified and you nodded, pushing the needle into the edge of his injury quickly, to avoid pain from doing it slowly, you knew that much at least.

"inject slowly while withdrawing the needle," the master explained and you begun to carefully follow his instructions, "this is to cover the entire length of the wound."

you nod as you push the lidocaine into him, listening to his explanation intently, he sounded so soft in this moment — unlike anything you'd ever heard from the master.

when you pulled the needle out, you sighed in relief, you hadn't fucked it up and accidentally caused a regeneration or something.

"now do the other side."

fuck.

you listen, of course. lidocaine still present in the syringe as you push it into the other edge of the wound, repeating the process from earlier, his words of instruction echoing in your ears, like a mantra.

"good girl." the master praised when you pulled the syringe out once more.

at first you thought you'd been hearing things, not only was he praising you for your hard work, but he chose the most sexually charged phrase in the english lexicon.

heat rose up your neck and onto your cheeks as you slowly looked up at him, your place between his legs making it look like a rather compromising position.

the master only smirked down at you, he knew exactly what he was doing.

you stood up quickly, slamming the lidocaine syringe on the mayo stand, "well, since you're so well versed in first aid, maybe you should do the suturing." you babbled nervously, trying to get out of the room before you lost whatever was left of your dignity,

which wasn't a lot.

"ah, ah, ah." the master hooked his leg around your ankles, leaving you unable to move away from him unless you wanted to fall on your ass, "you begged me to let you help. you're going to finish the job. i'll guide you."

what was he playing at? his expression was entirely unreadable. was he trying to lead you on? mess with your feelings? had he caught on to the fact you were hopelessly in love? how long ago?

"that's a horrible idea."

"it's brilliant. what if you're all alone bleeding out with no one to help you?"

you furrow your eyebrows, knowing him, it could be read as a threat — or a promise. of course, you had always suspected your partnership would end in betrayal, so perhaps you were letting your own fear get to you.

"you're insane." you shook your head in disbelief, searching the mayo stand for the needle driver, scissors, and forceps.

"thank you, love." the master replied earnestly, watching you tug open the suture pack and pull out the thread and needle.

you finally look to him for instruction, he was rather calm about the situation, you couldn't imagine letting anyone who wasn't a medical professional near you with a needle.

did he trust you, or was it just morbid curiosity?

"hold the needle on the needle driver at a ninety degree angle," the master says, and you quickly follow his instruction, "a little angle forward may help, makes things easier."

you nod, a pout playing at your lips at you listen to him intently. your hands were shaking slightly from the fear of being guided through a medical procedure, but you're quickly able to get them under control as he begun to speak again.

"thumb and ring finger in the driver handles."

you do as you're told, but it felt weird and unnatural, unlike using your index for scissors.

"twist your wrist to the left and push the needle into the skin at ninety degrees, then once it's at the desired depth, twist your hand around and pull the needle out, and you've completed your first bite."

the master babbled as you sutured his wound as best as possible. there were no more praises or insults, simply him explaining as you stitched him up.

by the time you were done, your bottom lip was raw from how hard you had been chewing at it. you drop the supplies onto the mayo stand and kicking it away.

you moved towards the sink and washed the blood off your hands, you weren't sure you'd ever be able to purge to scent from your nostrils.

"where'd you learn to do that?"

"i'm over two thousand years old, been alone for most of it." the master shrugged, running his hand over the stitched up wound.

"if you weren't such a human-hating recluse, i'd feel bad for you." you turned around and leaned against the counter, crossing your arms as you stared at him.

he looked exceptionally beautiful like that. shirtless, hair messy as his arms flexed under his weight. he wasn't looking at you, so you had free reign to admire his figure.

"good thing i despise pity." the master seethed, turning his gaze toward you to send you a glare that used to send shivers down your spine.

"pity and empathy aren't the same thing, master."

"it's a fine line." with that, the master sat up and immediately winced, the stitches rubbing against eachother and almost snapping already. he laid back on the bed, propping himself against the pillows.

before you can ask if he wanted help, he beats you to it, refusing to be 'helped', "fetch me new clothes from the wardrobe."

you tense up, he noticed.

"don't make me repeat myself either." he seethed, but it was a sad excuse at trying to be intimidating.

you nod, leaving the medbay without saying another word to the time-lord, his avoidance hurt more than you cared to admit.

you sometimes wish that he'd just be honest with you, a real moment of domesticity, considering you lived together, but he could never award you the satisfaction of seeing him in such a vulnerable position.

it made you question if you were cut out to travel with him.

when you returned he was standing by the sink in his birthday suit — his blood stained trousers and boxers abandoned by the bed. you freeze in the doorway, trying not to let your jaw hit the floor as you eyed him up and down.

"the clothes?" he pointed towards you, and since you weren't thinking clearly, you threw them at him and turned around.

the master catches them, but was clearly caught off guard by the display. he then broke out into a cheeky grin, his infectious laughter filling the room, "you humans, so easily flustered."

"i'll be in my room." you squeak out, trying to get the image of his naked body out of your mind — to no avail.

"no you won't. if i'm to be stuck in this medical hellhole for the night, i refuse to suffer alone." the master demanded as he tugged on the clothes you brought him. you had been so kind as to bring him something comfortable to sleep in.

"no one said you had to stay in here." you try to reason, knowing it was a futile battle. even if he didn't want to stay in here, he would just because you didn't want to either. to prove some kind of point.

"the old girl insists. and if i don't listen to her, she scrambles the ship around, very moody. i don't recommend acquiring one."

you roll your eyes at his ship's antics, but don't move your place from by the door, not daring to turn around and catch a glimpse of his body.

"come here."

you don't move, you don't even acklowedge he'd spoken.

"do not ignore me or i will attach a leash to your neck and force you to follow me on all fours like the mangy dog you are."

your stomach churns from the insult as you slowly crane your neck to look at him, he was sitting on the bed, he was still half naked, shirt in his hand.

the master points his finger towards you, then to the ground in front of himself, beckoning you towards him.

you slowly walk towards him, even as every nerve in your body screamed to bolt out the door, to run out of the tardis and never look back.

"thank you. for helping me"

well, you didn't expect that.

"of course." you weren't sure what else to say, if you had kept talking, you were certain you'd never shut up, and in turn reveal how much you cared for him, how much you loved him.

"i see why the doctor keeps you little humans around, you make for spectacular maids." he immediately changed the subject, you aren't surprised in the slightest when he does.

"i'm almost entirely certain thats not why she does it." you had only met the doctor a few times, but she seemed to value her companions a hell of a lot more than the master. she didn't see them as pets, but as people.

you'd never admit to wondering what it would be like to travel with her — to not walk on eggshells around a time-lord that could kill you in an instant.

the master's hand finds its way to your belt buckle, tugging on it gently, "ah right, for companionship, she claims."

your breath hitches when his hand reaches you, and you're rendered unable to breathe when he tugs you close to him. you file perfectly between his knees, staring down at him in shock.

"i doubt… this kind of companionship. didn't you say time-lords don't…do this sort of thing." you were flustered, trying to get a full sentence out without sounding stupid grew to be a near impossible task.

"not usually, but she's never been a good time lord."

you don't know how to respond, partly because of how he was playing with you belt buckle, and because he hardly ever spoke about the doctor in a way that wasn't angry and filled with centuries of loathing.

"and i suppose, neither have i."

was he toying you? seeing how you'd react only to break you? you refused to give in, straightening your back as he finally unbuckled your belt, "what are you playing at, master?"

he groans hearing his name, leaning his head back as a smirk makes his way onto his face, teeth shining under the lights, "perhaps i'm extremely thankful for your assistance and am feeling generous."

"that'd be a first." even his touch was foreign to you. you didn't hug after a job well done, didn't dance when he blasted music in the tardis, but now here he was, unzipping your jeans.

"well, hell has frozen over, dear." he doesn't move his hands into your trousers once he'd unzipped them, they stalled against your abdomen.

"oh? and have fat pigs flown?" you joke, cocking an eyebrow.

"across the galaxy."

with a smirk still plastered across his face, you leaned down and captured your lips against his. you were almost certain this was an experiment, to see what the doctor liked so much about humans, but when your body pressed against his bare chest, you couldn't seem to care any less.

the master wraps his arms around you, hands finding themselves to your ass to pull you up onto the bed with him. you run your fingers down his chest, knees at either side of him as he shoves his tongue into your mouth with an amount of dominance you had fantasized about more times than you'd care to admit.

he lays back against the pillows and you fall forward to keep attacking his lips with kisses, one hand pressed against his chest as the other ventures to his face — beard scratching at your fingers as you cup his cheek.

he groans in pain slightly when you press against his wound, which caused you to pull back and straighten up — hand still laying on his chest as you stared down at him, trying to catch your breath.

his hands find their way under your shirt, signaling you to take it off, which you do. you felt weird being studied under his gaze, it almost felt like being judged.

"you very well may be the most beautiful human i've ever laid my eyes upon." you flush at the compliment and the master's hands run up and down your hips, circling around your back to unclip your bra.

once that falls off you, you stand on the bed, looming over him as you tug your jeans down, throwing them across the room and kneeling back down above him.

the master reaches his hand to the back of your neck and tugs you back down towards him, kissing you once more, his free hand snaking down to rub your clit through your panties.

"fuck." you gasp as soon as he touched you, you felt weird masturbating in his tardis, especially since the ship was technically alive, so it had been quite awhile.

"you've done this before, yes?" the master asked, pushing your knickers aside and sliding one of his fingers through your wet folds.

you shiver while nodding in response to his question, hips bucking forward on instinct. your reaction only seemed to make his smirk grow wider, turning into a grin as he pressed one of his fingers inside you.

"just not in awhile." you felt the need to clarify as you gripped his shoulders from the feeling of something entering you after so long.

"if this is how you react to my fingers, dear, i dread to inform you that you maybe have trouble taking me." the master grinned big as he pushed another finger inside you, curling them meticulously.

that thought excited you. sure, sometimes he had an ego that far surpassed his capabilities, but more often than not, he always backed up his statements with fact.

you moan when he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing the nub harshly as his fingers move in and out of you, sounds of your wetness filling the medbay.

you can feel his length hardening against your abdomen as you breathed against his neck, biting down onto the flesh of his skin harshly.

he grunts, his legs jerking from the sudden pain, which quickly morphed into pleasure, "again." the master demanded, quickening the pace of his fingers as you bite down on the nape of his neck, feeling your orgasm building up quickly.

when you come, you bite down on the alien's neck so harshly you can feel blood pool into your mouth. it tasted more tangy and metallic than humans and you fight the urge to gag, instead licking the space on his neck as he pulls his fingers out of you.

you slide your hands down his body, unbuttoning his pants quickly and rubbing the master's bulge through his boxers.

the master's chest heaves, relishing in the feeling of your lips on his neck and hand on his crotch, but he craved more, he wanted to be inside you, push you until you couldn't take it anymore.

but he couldn't tonight, not in this state, not when he's at risk of snapping his stitches. you were in full control of the situation, and a part of him was scared of that — if not entirely indignified.

he sighs when you pull away from his neck, straightening your back once more and releasing his cock from the restraint of his boxers.

he hadn't been exaggerating, he was big… and thick. you collect spit in your mouth and let it fall down onto his tip — which managed to still have some blood mixed in it from his neck.

"fuck — i'm sorry." you freeze, unsure what to do about the bloodied saliva that was now already dripping down his shaft.

"keep going." he urged, grabbing your hand and moving it up and down his cock slowly, his breath quickening in pleasure.

you weren't sure how to feel, that was going inside you, and wasn't blood a total health hazard?

the thought is purged from your mind when you hear him moan, your thumb rubbing his tip. he seemed more sensitive than you imagined.

"this body is fucking sensitive." he seethed, practically reprimanding himself under his breath.

the master's hips even buck up when you remove your thumb from his tip and continue moving your hand up and down, but at a faster pace now.

his hand reaches down and grabs the space right below your ass — at the top of your thigh, and tugs you up onto your knees, "let me watch you sink down onto my cock, love."

your entire body shivers from that, but you do as he requests, lining his cock up with your entrance as you stare down at him.

then, you slowly start to press yourself down onto him. the stretch is painful, but in the best way. you let out a long breath as your walls envelop around him, trying to keep your breath steady.

"thats it." the master praised, and it made you want more, you craved more praise from the alien who only seemed to have crude things to say about you and your species.

he moved his hands up to your waist once he had bottomed out, bucking his hips up teasingly to press against your cervix. you let out a strangled cry from that, your hand gripping at his chest helplessly.

the master lets out a dark chuckle from watching you struggle above him.

slowly, you start to move, up and down against his impressive length. you don't make eye contact, instead opting to close your eyes, you almost felt ashamed.

as ashamed as someone who willingly lets someone degrade her all day could be.

"talk to me, love. i feel like i'm holding a one sided conversation by a thread." the master urged, it almost sounded like a plea coming from the depths of his soul.

"you usually are." you retort, panting quietly as you get used to his size, pleasure creeping up on you.

"don't be like that." he pouted, something you couldn't see until you opened your eyes slightly, eyelashes blocking most of your vision.

you quickened your pace, hips rocking up and down quickly as the master occassionally bucked his hips up in rhythm, careful not to exert himself to the point of tearing his wound open.

"call me by my name." the master urged as he could feel his orgasm building up.

"master." you obliged, fingernails clawing at his chest, you were close. the sounds the both of you created drowned out by the pure ecstasy you were feeling.

"again."

"master."

he reached one of his hands from your hip to your abdomen and following it down, finding your clit as you rode him vigorously. the added pleasure makes you lean your head back and moan obscenely.

the master smirked in triumph, thrusting his hips up in rhythm to push you over the edge — he didn't remember caring so much about his previous sexual partners' pleasure before.

you could feel your orgasm building, it was getting harder to ride him as your legs shook, knees going weak and ready to give out any moment.

i love you, you wanted to say.

"master!" you had cried out instead as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train.

you practically collapse over the alien, whose orgasm arrives shortly after yours, shooting hot white spurts inside you as he muttered your name.

you thought you must have been hearing things, taking a few moments to collect yourself before pulling off him, his come trickling down your leg as you stand up.

you collect your clothes off the ground, you supposed you'd head back to your bedroom and let the regret and self-loathing seep into your bones as you cried yourself to sleep.

though before you could move away, the master reached out and grabbed ahold of your wrist, yanking you impossibly close to the bed, "don't leave me." he begged, unlike his usual demands.

his words make you freeze, they were so guttural, so entirely broken. it made you want to stay with him forever, to hold him.

"i just need a shower."

"at the far end of the medbay, there's those shitty emergency showers." he points down the other end of the large room, you hadn't even noticed how big it had been before.

"gee, thanks. way to make a house a home." you joked once finally released from the alien's grip. you hold your clothes tightly to yourself and step away from the bed, beginning to walk away towards where he had pointed

"why would i need to do that? it already is your home." the master called after you, genuine confusion laced in his tone, and it took everything in your not to trip over yourself.

your home.