Tell Me That I Belong To You

Feeling Good

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - Yaz convinces you to confront The Doctor and confess your feelings to her in a very forward way.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - lap dancing and stripping and leading to smut, but no actual smut, minors please DNI!

Word Count - 1801

A/n - I hope that this is a gender neutral reader. I think that I managed to do that. Requested by @supermegapauselouca on my old Tumblr account, just wanted to reupload it on here. Also, I did write a sex scene for this, but I ended up removing it from this fic because I didn’t know how to end it and I am self-conscious about my smut writing abilities. But I can post it as like a Feeling Good 1.5, if anyone would want that. But anyway, I hope that you enjoy this!

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You, along with The Fam, had weaselled out of The Doctor when her birthday was, or, at least, when she thought her birthday was. She said that she couldn’t quite remember exactly, which you found sad. Despite The Doctor’s hazy memory on the subject, you, Graham, Ryan, and Yaz decided to throw The Doctor a week-long birthday celebration as a thank you for all of the adventures she took you and The Fam on and all of the rescues she performed. You also wanted to make up for the birthdays all of you had missed celebrating since befriending The Doctor.

You were the most dedicated to The Doctor’s birthday celebrations. You were always by her side, introducing her to the day’s plans and making sure that The Doctor was always enjoying herself. If she wasn’t, you were there alert and ready to change plans at a moment's notice in order to make her happy. The entire Fam now knew of your feelings for the time-travelling alien, but Yaz knew long before your obsession with making The Doctor’s birthday celebration perfect. So, when she came trotting up to you one day with a suggestion for the last day of The Doctor’s birthday celebration, you almost didn’t know how to respond. 

“You want me to do what, Yaz?!”

“Confess your feelings for The Doctor!” Your face fell in shock again. You couldn’t believe that Yaz would suggest something so absurd.

“Okay, yeah, sure. However, I am not going to do that!” You flusteredly shouted back.

“Come on! We all think you should confess already.”

“We? You told everyone- whatever! How do you expect me to do that, Yaz.” You wanted to confront Yaz about her loose tongue, but you didn’t have time for that now. You were just glad that Yaz hadn’t told The Doctor about your feelings behind your back.

“Seduce her. Well, not seduce because she likes you, too, but be sexy. Give her a lap dance!”

“No!” You shook your head furiously, completely horrified in shock. 

“Yes!”

“No, Yaz! I am not doing that, in general, but especially not as a way to confess my feelings for her!”

“Yes, it is provocative, but we both know how The Doctor is. If you hint at your feelings, she is not going to understand. You have to be blunt.” You slumped your shoulders, you knew that Yaz was right about that fact, The Doctor was very oblivious. But you continued to argue that you couldn’t go through with it, and you walked away to go to bed.

There were still a couple more days of The Doctor’s birthday celebration and every day one, or all, of your friends would come up to you trying to convince you that giving The Doctor a lap dance would be a good idea. Every time, you, embarrassingly, denied them. Yaz would also always text at the worst times, always when you were talking to The Doctor, suggesting her confession plan. And eventually, you gave in; your resolve was completely broken. 

You and Yaz met in your room and tried to decorate it in a sexy but aloof manner, at least, that is what Yaz described the aesthetic to be. The pair of you changed your sheets and bedspread to a silky dark red material and added a sheer dark red curtain around the top of your bedposts. Yaz explained that all she had to do now was tell The Doctor that you wanted to speak to her and while she did this, you would change into a sexy outfit and wait to hear The Doctor enter your room from your bathroom. Then you would seductively exit your bathroom and confess your feelings to The Doctor.

“I’ve made a ‘Sexy Playlist’ -” You kept trying to tell Yaz this important information, and Yaz talked over you every time. Even now, she interrupted you.

“Stop overthinking this, Y/n. You like The Doctor. The Doctor definitely likes you. If she likes seeing you as a potential partner, she won’t stop you, but if she does stop you, which is unlikely, then stop. But as I said before, The Doctor won’t stop because she likes you. It’s simple.”

“But what about my ‘Sexy Playlist’?” Yaz rolled her eyes but conceded.

“Okay, playing it in the background is probably a good idea, you know, for the mood. Might ease a bit of tension for both you and The Doctor.” You set up and connected your phone to the speaker in your room in preparation for everything. Finally, Yaz gave you one last confidence speech then left to enact the plan while you went to the bathroom to change. 

You phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Yaz, she texted you earlier than you thought she would, saying that everything was ready, and The Doctor was on her way. You quickly finished getting dressed and eventually, you heard knocking. You waited with bated breath, hoping that The Doctor would just walk into like she usually did.

Then you heard your door open, and you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. You could hear from behind the bathroom door that The Doctor moved into your room while calling your name. You took a deep breath, hit play on “Sexy Playlist,” and then slowly exited your bathroom dressed in a white lacey set of lingerie and a red robe tied lousy around your waist.

“Ah! Y/n, what's going on…” The Doctor finally turned to look at you from where she sat in an armchair by your fireplace, but she went silent upon seeing what you were wearing. Instantly, her face turned bright red with a blush. That scared you. Your brain began running a million miles an hour worried that The Doctor didn’t like you this way. But you remembered that all of The Fam said that The Doctor really cared about you, so you pushed your doubts to the back of your mind and walked closer to The Doctor to the beat of the music. You seductively swivelled your hips to the music, drawing your hands up your side to enunciate your actions. You walked forward toward The Doctor and untied the belt of the robe. You brushed the robe slightly away from your body mid swivel of your hips causing your lingerie to be on full display for The Doctor. You could feel her gaze bore into your body. You then sat on The Doctor’s slightly spread legs. You hoped that feeling her would give you some comfort that dancing in front of her did not.

“Do you like what you see, Doc?” You seductively ran the tip of your index finger against your lips before you stroked the side of The Doctor’s face with the same finger.

“Ye-yes. I really like what I see.” The Doctor’s pupils grew larger than any time you’ve seen before. Maybe your friends were right? Maybe The Doctor did have feelings for you?

“Yo-you do?” You were so shocked by her reaction. You never thought that she would see you in the way you desired. 

“Yes, Y/n, I really, really like what I see. I wish that I could see you like this more often.” The Doctor tightly gripped your waist and pulled you closer to her, causing you to lean on to her shoulders for support.

“You do?” You were so shocked by how forward she was being, though she probably felt the same way about you. 

“Yes, if I had my way, Y/n, I would only have you looking like this when around me. All dolled up, wrapped in lace, completely at my will.” The Doctor’s eyes suddenly darkened, and a small smirk lined her lips. It was your turn for your face to heat up as you became flustered by The Doctor’s words. You had never seen The Doctor show this side of herself, but you enjoyed it. You wanted to hear her talk like this more. But instead of fully giving into The Doctor’s grip, you stood suddenly up far enough away from The Doctor to where she couldn't touch you, giving you the perfect opportunity to tease her and gain some power back in the situation.

“You want this, don’t you?” You let your robe fall to the ground then you removed the lace lingerie top, your chest now on full display and free from its fabric prison. You stood vulnerable yet confident before The Doctor in just your lacey underwear and stockings.

“This is what you want, Doctor. You want me.” 

“Yes, it is, Y/n. Now come back here.” The Doctor moved forward and pulled you back to her by your wrists. Before you could sit back down on her lap, though, The Doctor placed her hands on your waist heavily and moved you to sit solely on her right leg.

The Doctor squeezed your hips, and then strongly guided them so you were grinding against her leg. You moaned quietly, causing The Doctor to hold onto your hips harder and control your movements to get you to moan for her again. While The Doctor guided your hips against her lap, she kissed down from your neck to your chest, leaving little bite marks and hickeys on your most sensitive areas. You had to grab onto The Doctor’s shoulders again to keep yourself steady on her lap, she was making you so weak for her.

Occasionally, your knee would rub up against The Doctor’s crouch, causing a moan to escape her own mouth. You smiled when you finally heard her moan, you had imagined this moment many times, and now you were finally experiencing it.

 Quickly, The Doctor became impatient with the position that the two of you were in and she easily picked you up, walked over to your bed and threw you on it. The Doctor then crawled in between your legs and glided her hands up your torso, but suddenly she froze. The Doctor looked you in the eye and you saw her beautiful green and golden eyes soften.

“Are you okay?” The Doctor asked calmly, but her voice was filled with seriousness.

“Yes, Doctor. Are you?”

“Yes! I’m absolutely brilliant! Will you tell me if you are ever uncomfortable?”

“Of course I will, Doctor. I trust you.”

The strange alien then smiled sweetly above you before leaning down to kiss you passionately. You gladly kissed her back and snaked your hand up to her neck to deepen the kiss. The Doctor eventually reached up to grab your hand and slam it down on the bed. The Doctor continued to kiss you passionately and deeply, growing even more possessive and dominant with each passing moment. The two of you continued this dance into the night, passionately confessing feelings for the other until morning. 

About Me

Introduction

Hello! I hope that whoever comes across this blog has a great time here. :) 

You can call me Ghost.

Funnily enough, I started calling myself that before I became a fan of the band Ghost.

My birthday is 9 September 1999

Making me 25 years old.

My song for being 25 is “All The Young Dudes” by David Bowie and Mott The Hoople

I use They/Them pronouns. 

I am going through a bit of a gender questioning phase right now, but nonbinary is the term I have been using to describe myself to others.

I am also questioning which labels are most accurate to explain my sexual and romantic attraction.

Bi, pan, or queer all kind of fit - But to put it in my own words, I am attracted to all people no matter their gender or gender expression.

Similarly, I don’t know where exactly I fall on the asexual and aromantic spectrums, but I know that I am apart of the aroace community

I have ADHD.

Thankfully, I am currently medicated. Starting ADHD meds has been a big help getting work done and feeling more accomplished. 

I am dyslexic.

If there are typos, I’m sorry!

I also have depression, anxiety, and PTSD.

I’ve only been diagnosed with PTSD recently and I am going to begin working with my therapist on PTSD centric therapy soon.

I am a self diagnosed Autistic person.

I know that many people dislike self-diagnosis, but it has been helpful to me. I have talked with my therapist a lot concerning getting an official diagnosis. There are unfortunately a lot of pros and cons in working to get the diagnosis, one major con being the money it would take to see a specialist. But there are many things that I have changed in my daily routine that have helped me feel more comfortable in myself and in my work/school/home life environments.

When I Am Like While Not On Tumblr

I am a vegetarian. So if I don’t understand meat or fish meals in my fics, that is why.

I have been reading a lot. I usually read a physical copy of a book while listening to an audiobook. This system is helpful given my ADHD and dyslexia.

I love listening to music! Please give me your recommendations! 

And I’ve been going to some concerts recently. I’ve never really been a big concert person before, but the ones that I have been to have been a lot of fun!

I like a lot of movies and TV shows, but I haven’t seen any that I have been obsessed with lately. So, if you have any recommendations I would love to hear them!

And I write, and not just fanfictions. I’ve mostly been concerned with school recently, but I’m building up a portfolio.

I also draw. I don’t know if I’m any good, but I like my little goth illustrations. :)

I am a full-time student. Thanks to my ADHD medication, I do feel like I am progressing further than I was in the past. But school does take up a lot of my time.

Current Obsessions

Only Murders in the Building

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Chappell Roan

My new vegan leather jacket that my mother got me for my birthday

AO3 Link

https://archiveofourown.org/users/hauntingcryptids

Edited 28 September 2024

My Baby Doll

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Wondering where The Master had gone in the middle of the night, The Reader walks in on The Master fiddling with his TCE.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Reader being turned into a doll.

Word Count - 792

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. Just reposting it on here. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The TCE began malfunctioning one day after you and The Master came back from a relatively tame adventure. He couldn’t understand why a machine he meticulously build would be acting up like this. The Master always prided himself on being an excellent engineer and having taken good care of his technology, unlike The Doctor who always seemed to be breaking something. The Master was very upset and confused by the slight malfunction, but you drew him away from his turning mind as you led him back to your bedroom for the night. 

After you were deeply asleep, The Master awoke in the middle of the night, unable to draw his mind fully away from his Tissue Compression Eliminator. He thought that he could tinker with it for a bit, and then it would be back to normal. His luck was not with him today, but he hoped that he could manufacture some.

The Master crawled out of bed, careful to not wake you because of his restless mind. He quietly padded from your shared bedroom to his office, just outside the TARDIS console room, with his TCE and tools in hand.

You woke up cold and alone, but you were tucked up into your blankets with care. The Master did this often, sneaking off in the middle of the night to deal with his never-quiet mind, but he would always tuck you back into the blankets snuggly. He would teasingly say that he couldn’t have “his little Human getting a cold”, but it was clear that this was just his way of showing that he cared for you.

Despite what The Master would have wanted, you removed yourself from your cocoon of blankets and trudged to The Master’s office, where you knew he would be. You knocked on the door, but he didn’t answer. He was too busy going over mathematics, calculations and bits of engineering info in his head. 

You quietly turned the doorknob and stepped into his office. The Master still didn’t notice you, so you prepared to speak out to him. Before you could make a sound, the TCE accidentally went off due to The Master fiddling with its interior wiring. 

Being hit by the TCE ray surprisingly didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. You felt small, now looking up at your now large surroundings and you felt much more solid than before. You also felt a bit nauseous and like you had a really bad strain in your neck. Though you couldn’t move more than a couple of millimetres, so there was nothing you could do about the discomfort in your stomach or neck. You wondered what this meant for you. Would you stay like this forever? Could The Master change you back? Would he even try, or would he just throw you away? 

Your worried mind stopped turning when you saw The Master. He ran up to you and stared at you for a moment before picking you up in calloused hands. His eyes were sad but filled with confused happiness about the fact that you didn’t die.

“Can you hear me? Can you move? Blink twice if you can hear me.” His voice was frantic, and his eyes were wide with shock, but you managed to blink twice, causing The Master to breathe a sigh of relief. You tried to move again, and it was actually easier to move now. There was still a major restriction on your movement, but you could now speak, unlike before. 

“I’m going to correct this, okay? I am not going to leave like this, my love.” He caressed a now giant thumb against your plastic face, wiping away a tear that somehow fell from your eye.

“I believe you, but what are we going to do until then? I’m scared about what is going to happen to me, Master!”

“I know, my love, but you will be safe with me.”

The Master placed you, gently, in the breast pocket of his jacket, as it was bigger on the inside and safe for you to be there, while he began to plan out a way to correct this. He already had plenty of ideas on how to do such a thing, but he figured that he might wait a bit. 

He knew that he would change you back eventually, but he loved your dependence on him. Now that you were doll-like, you were fully dependent upon him. So, he might keep you in this state for a bit longer than necessary. You would never know, of course, so there would be no harm done if indulged in being in control. It would just be you and The Master doing everything for you and him keeping you with him at all times.

You Are More Than Your Failings

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader comforts The Master after his plans are ruined again.

Warnings - The Master being upset/sad/depressed/self-deprecating, self-harm on The Master’s part (repeated hitting), mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 1123

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was totally inspired by a dream I had. It was a great dream that ended up turning batshit, but the part where I was comforting The Master made my heart flutter. I hope that you enjoy this self-indulgent fic!

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The Master failed again. He had spent months on this scheme, and he failed. Just like so many schemes before. Why couldn’t he just win? For once?

The Master tossed his dirty and burnt shirt into a pile of similarly burnt and destroyed shirts. He then removed each other item of clothing that he was wearing and tossed each piece into its own separate pile of burnt and destroyed clothes from past adventures and schemes. He always made a promise to repair his clothes, but he had yet to get around to finishing the said task.

The Master, like today, would just tread off to the bathroom in order to take a long shower after a failed scheme and would forget about repairing his belongings. Now completely unclothed, The Master turned on the shower and waited until it was warm to step inside. 

Once he washed all the dirt and soot and grease and blood from his body, The Master let the water cascade down his face. He thought about the day and the scheme and all the ways he failed. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, they just kept flowing like the water of the shower. The Master banged his head against the tile of the bathroom in an attempt to get the thoughts to stop. He tasted salt. He was crying. He hit his head with his fist a couple of times before trying to calm down.

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You woke up to the sound of the shower running. This wasn’t a great sign. If The Master succeeded in his plans, he would usually wake you up to tell you the “good” news. If something went wrong, he would usually stay to himself, hide away in his mind and berate himself. Of course, every after-scheme cooldown was different. The Master knew what he needed. So, if he needed a quiet shower to come down from a successful scheme carried out, you wouldn’t interrupt him, and you would be there if he needed you. However, previous experiences made you wary and cautious of The Master’s possible sensitive emotions.

The Master eventually walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another tossed around his shoulders. The Master looked over at you, looked away, then did a double take and jumped upon noticing that you were awake and staring at him. You apologised but The Master just waved you off and moved further into the bedroom in order to get dressed. After he was fully dressed, he just stood and stared at one of his wardrobes. He didn’t know what to do now that you were awake and was starting to panic. 

You could sense that something was wrong, so you removed yourself from the soft bed. You grabbed an old hoodie to wear over your sleep clothes to stay warm before moving to where The Master stood. You didn’t really need to talk, both of you knew what was going on. The Master looked at you for a moment solemnly, while you caressed his arms and chest before he fell into your embrace. Both of you stood holding each other like that for a moment in silence while you rubbed his back and massaged his scalp until you got an idea. 

You pulled back for a moment and told The Master to wait for a second before completely ripping yourself away from The Master's wanting grasp. You grabbed a spare weighted blanket and then pulled The Master along behind you out of your shared bedroom and into the hall of The TARDIS.

“Where are we going, Y/n?” He sounded so sad and defeated. You just wanted to make him feel better.

“You’ll see.”

You smiled to try and give The Master some comfort and you pressed a caring kiss to the back of his hand. You led your partner to the patio of the house that The TARDIS made her outer shell present as. You sat on the large outdoor sofa and wrapped a blanket around yourself. When The Master didn’t join you right away, you spread your legs and patted the sofa between them informing The Master to take a seat there. He slowly and solemnly moved toward you and took a seat between your legs. His back hunched into your stomach.

You wrapped your body, and the weighted blanket, around The Master’s back. He sighed contently. The weight and pressure being placed on his shoulders grounded him and his chaotic mind. You kissed The Master’s shoulders. You spent plenty of time showing love to his shoulder blades, the top of his shoulders, and the top of his spine before kissing up his neck and placing one final kiss on his cheek. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and rest your head against his.

“You are so strong, Master. I am so proud of you. I am always proud of you. I love you so much.”

“You don’t have to do this.” He closed his eyes. You just wanted to help him feel even the tiniest bit better.

“I want to. However, you need me, I want to help you. And you deserve the praise, you always deserve the praise, Master. You are so good and kind to me.”

“You’re the kind one, love.” The Master jolted to face you. You were the one good think he had in his life.

“You need this, I don’t deserve to be praised for doing basic things.”

“I just want you to know that I appreciate you and everything that you have ever done for me. I know that I can be a burden sometimes.”

“You are never a burden, Master.” He only huffed and turned back to look at the Universe in response. You kissed The Master’s cheek and nuzzled into his neck while mumbling praises.

“Do you want to talk about anything?”

“Not yet. I just want to be here with you.”

“Okay. I’ll always be here when you are ready.” 

The Master slumped his head against yours and you could feel him telepathically prodding your mind. You let him inside. The Master couldn’t properly form the care and the appreciation he had for you into words without being self-deprecating, so he just wanted you to feel his unadulterated emotions. You felt his love, his thanks, his promises to return the favour, his hope for happiness, and his calmness from being in your arms. You felt it all. You felt all he had to offer you.

You kissed The Master all over again and held him so tightly. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, just watching the Universe unfold before you while comforting and loving each other through everything that was thrown your way.

My Baby Doll Part Two

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summery - The Master milks the fact that The Reader is now small and vulnerable.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! I’m not the person who requested the master x reader where she gets turned into a doll BUT I read it and it was so cute! I kinda need more, can I ask for a sequel? If you don't want to it's totally cool, love your account<;3”

Warnings - The Master not helping The Reader even though he could, being miniaturised, me making up alien stuff, and canon typical weapons

Word Count - 2595

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon! I hope that you enjoy this!

I will link Part 1 HERE.

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The Master was incredibly accommodating to you during the predicament you were in. Each new day, he would deliver you tiny gift boxes full of new and expensive-looking clothes. Even though you were grateful, not everything The Master gifted you was in your preferred style. So, The Master ecstatically modelled the new clothes for you on various miniaturized mannequins around your size in order to try and convince you into wearing what he had picked out for you. You could tell that he was enjoying the idea of taking care of you, but you couldn’t wait to return to your original size.

“I think that you would look absolutely lovely in these, darling!” The Master said as he held the doll of the day, clad in an outfit incredibly similar to a navy and burnt orange tartan suit that he owned.

“I don’t know, Master. Can’t I just wear some pyjama pants and a hoodie?”

“It is always best to be prepared for the day. Do you think a hoodie is a presentable attire for an Easter Vigil dinner with the Marquess of Grandspire? I don’t think so.”

“I understand, but why do I have to do ‘prepare for the day’ when I can barely do anything this size? We aren’t actually going anywhere today.”

“You can do a great many things. Climb through vents, rummage through wiring, you could even be a great fly on the wall during missions and adventures thanks to your new size!” The Master exclaimed as he bent down to your eye level. You were currently standing on a tall table, but given everything, that offered no real height compared to The Master.

“Temporary size.”

“Yes … temporary size …” The Master repeated your comment in a sadder tone, and you couldn’t understand why but before you could question him, he spoke again.

“But while you are this size you should wear this outfit, at least once. Please, for me?” The Master presented the doll again and looked at you with wide and longing puppy dog eyes. You couldn’t say no to him when he was pleading with you like this, it happened so rarely, and you would kick yourself in the future if you refused The Master on one of the few occasions where he was actually begging for you.

“Okay, Master. For you.” 

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Being so small, compared to your previous size, had been a weird adjustment to make over the weeks of The Master trying to fix his TCE. The only good thing seemed to be that you could hold onto The Master, or be incredibly close to him, without bothering him.

Currently, you were resting in The Master’s bigger on the inside waistcoat pocket. You had been setting up a little reading nook in there. Instead of reading, though, today you just watched The Master as he fiddled with a new device. You were so invested in The Master’s succinct and thoughtful movements that it didn’t even occur to you to question him as to why he was not trying to mend his TCE.

“You have nice hands.” You said out of nowhere because you were so enamoured by the look of his long fingers and vein-covered hands, the outlines of his tendons were on full display to you.

“Thank you, my love.” You continued to stare at The Master’s hands as he worked.

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice how veiny they are.” The Master paused in contemplation over what you had just absentmindedly stated.

“Does that intrigue you?” You could hear a teasing tone laced within The Master’s voice and that finally brought you out of your daze.

“Shut up. Just finish up whatever you are tinkering with so we can cuddle.”

“Ooo, distraction. I must press further on this issue at a later date.”

“I’ll deny everything!” You ducked back into The Master’s pocket causing him to chuckle before returning to the device.

The Master took a long time to finish his experiment on the equipment, as he was very thorough. However, to him, it felt like a few minutes. In actuality, about three hours had passed and you had fallen asleep long ago.

“What do you think of this? Love?” The Master called for you once more before looking to you to see what was taking you so long to answer him. To his surprise, you were fast asleep in his pocket. The Master hummed contently. You looked so cute like this. The Master loved protecting you, taking care of you, and being responsible for you. It felt like it was one of the only things he was actually good at, but eventually, this would have to end. The Master would have to turn you back to your actual size and protecting you would be so much more difficult to do successfully.

The Master huffed and looked at the notes on deminiaturisation that he had completed weeks ago. He could change you back now if he wanted, but The Master didn’t want to do that. So, with delicate movements, The Master just left his study and walked to your shared bedroom.

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The Master finally had some time to spend alone with you without worrying about any alien disturbances or space tech stuff that you could never understand the constant maintenance of. You asked The Master to read to you. It had been a while since he had done that. When the state of things was calmer, The Master read to you almost every night. So, you were excited to participate in this couple ritual again.

You were currently curled up on The Master’s chest, while he was lounging on his back in your shared bed. You were quite comfortable under a specially designed mini weighted blanket that The Master had gifted for you a couple of days ago. Though you were getting thirsty, and you didn’t have any water beside you. The water was all the way on the bedside table and for you, now the size of a doll, was a decent distance away. 

You decided to not disturb The Master by walking in front of his face and blocking his eyesight from the book he was reading. So, you just decided to climb onto the pillows and behind The Master’s head. At the beginning of your travel to get some water, though, you slipped on the pillow and grabbed a piece of The Master’s hair to keep yourself from falling completely.

“Ow!” The Master yelped.

“Sorry!” You apologised but continued to climb onto the pillows (and The Master’s head) before finally reaching the bedside table and refreshing yourself with some nice cold water.

“That was my hair.” The Master looked over to you with a hint of a grimace lining his face.

“I needed something to help pull me up so I wouldn’t fall.”

“There are other things pulling my hair might help you with, love.” The Master mumbled while fiddling with the bookmark of the book.

“Turn me back to my usual size, then we’ll talk.” The Master looked back at you, but he didn’t respond. He just remained stone-faced. You drank a couple more gulps of water, and The Master still hadn’t said anything. He was just staring at your bittersweetly. 

After you finished your small glass of water, The Master stretched out his hand to you and you climbed into his palm. The Master moved you back to his chest and you immediately cuddled under the blanket and clung to The Master’s clothes, eagerly waiting for The Master to continue reading.

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The Master told you that he would be stepping out of his office for a second. He said that he had to get something from one of his storage units and that he would be back soon, but he had been gone for longer than you expected, and you were now getting bored.

You decided to crawl out of The Master’s coat pocket, which was a bit difficult as it was bigger on the inside and explore his desk and the things he had been tinkering with. Once you escaped your roomy confines you shimmied down The Master’s coat and climbed onto the arm of the chair. You then hopped from the arm of the chair and onto the office table. 

The Master would have been upset by you doing all of this. He hated when you would do anything dangerous, but that hatred grew when you had been shrunk by his TCE. The Master seemed so much more protective over you now than you had ever seen him before. It was cute, you thought, but sometimes you worried if The Master would ever let you out of his TARDIS once you were turned back to your original size.

Once on the table, you looked around at all of The Master’s little projects. Most of them were dangerous, so you never got too close to them, though you did find them interesting from afar. 

Then you decided to look through The Master’s notes. Many of them were written in Gallifreyan, but some were either in English or another language that The TARDIS translated for you. The Master always tried to keep his knowledge of various languages strong, so he often wrote his notes in a mix of alphabets from across the Universe.

When you were rummaging through the random papers you suddenly saw a sheet about basic miniaturisation and deminiaturisation. It looked as if it was torn out of a book. T was then followed by The Master’s notes and plans on the subject. Obviously, you couldn’t read everything, but of the notes that you could read, it appeared that The Master figured out how to turn you back to your natural height. You will be back to your normal self!

There was a little note attached to the plans, though, covered in The Master’s rushed handwriting. So, before you got too excited about being yourself again, you read the note.

You were unaware if this note was originally written in Gallifreyan and The TARDIS was trying to help you read it by manually translating it, or if The Master had written it in an easily translatable language, but the notes stated:

‘You have to turn them back!’ That line was circled many times.

‘How about Tomorrow?

Tomorrow…

Next week!

Maybe a couple more days from now?

Just a few more days…’ Each of those lines had a line drawn through them.

‘At least turn them back before their birthday!’

You huffed as you walked away from the notes. You didn’t know how to feel. The Master had been so kind to you during this time, but he was also lying to you. He was keeping you weak. You began to breath rapidly as anger began to grow within you.

The Master suddenly walked through the door of his study in a happy mood, completely unaware of what you had just discovered. In fact, he was whistling as he tossed a random machine part up into the air and caught it with ease.

“Have you been waiting to turn me back?” You yelled in rage. The Master froze in place, his jaw dropping slightly.

“My love, let me explain …” The Master held up his hands defensively. 

“How could you? You know how everything has been a struggle for me since this happened!”

“I know, but -”

“No buts! I don’t want to know what weird excuse you have, just turn me back!”

“You just looked so cute -” The Master tried to barter with you, but you weren’t going to listen to any of The Master’s manipulations. You just wanted to be yourself again.

“Now!”

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You haven’t spoken to The Master for a couple of days now, not since he deminiaturisation you with his long-ago-repaired TCE. You needed to make The Master feel sorry for what he did to you, and it’s not like you could just ask him to drop you off at home. The Master wouldn’t allow that! So, the only option you had before you was the silent treatment. 

The Master was in complete shambles without you. He was so used to taking care of you and you happily returning the favour that he didn’t know how to act without you paying attention to him.

You were currently in your room, which wasn’t the most optimal hiding spot, but it was comfortable. You had been sneaking around The TARDIS, thanks to her help, in secret passageways and hidden rooms. Though, you often stayed in your room whenever The Master was out looking for you. He would always return to your room after his search, in the hope that you were in there and would finally answer him. 

“Please talk to me, my love. I am dying without you!” You heard The Master yell from the underside of your door. He had been yelling for you for about fifteen minutes and you were beginning to grow incredibly annoyed.

“You aren’t dying. You’re just being dramatic.”

“Y/n! Please let me in!” You heard The Master’s excitement upon hearing your voice again, but you weren’t going to give up your stalemate against the alien.

“No.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Please, I have been awake since you discovered the truth. I’ve tried to sleep, but I can never sleep soundly without you, you know that. Can please just take a nap together then you can go back to hiding from me.” You sighed heavily and then walked to the door of your room. You could see The Master’s fingers poking out from under the door. You were tempted to step on his fingers, but you pushed that thought away from your mind. That was too extreme of a reaction. So, you simply opened the door quickly, with a stone face, and before you saw The Master lying on his stomach on the floor.

“This better not be a trick.” You spoke with a cold tone that honestly scared the Time Lord. The Master quickly scrambled onto his knees and grabbed your hands pleadingly in his.

“I promise that this isn’t a trick, my love. I know that I should have helped you sooner and there are no excuses for why I didn’t. I have been agonising over the decisions I made, and I am so sorry. But I really need you.” The Master collapsed into you, nestled into your middle, and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.

“Are you going to fall asleep on your knees or would you rather sleep in my bed?”

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You snuggled into The Master’s chest, trying to get closer to him even though you were already incredibly close. You did miss him during your time apart even though you were still outrageously upset with him. 

The two of you had slept for hours since reconnecting. The Master was still tired and drained, however, but he also just wanted to enjoy beginning in your presence once again. Every so often, The Master would brush his hand against your skin, feeling your warmth with longing. He really was sorry, but he loved taking care of you.

You shifted, trying to get comfortable. You were not able to find a position as comfortable as the ones you slept in when you would sleep on The Master’s chest or stomach when you were small, though. So, you huffed loudly.

“What are you thinking about?” The Master asked in his rough, sleepy voice.

“Sometimes I just wish I was small again.” You tried to scoot closer into The Master’s chest, again.

“Well, I could-”

“No!”

“Sexy Seismology Professor” is definitely the most accurate title! 😂

I need to write some Professor!Dhawan!Master fics.

Should I make up an alias, just call him O, or just call him The Professor.

Or was he called something special as this persona in The Power Of The Doctor and I just missed it.

For all of my AO3 users, my works should all be posted on AO3 now.

I will eventually link everything at some point.

And I'm sorry that it took so long for me to do this, just got distracted by some work.

Soaked Through To The Bone

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor becomes flustered after seeing the though The Reader’s soaked shirt.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Reader not knowing that their shirt is see through, suggestive themes, so 18 plus please

Word Count - 1082

A/n - Female Reader. Requested by this lovely anon from my old Tumblr account. I hope you enjoy!

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You rushed to open the door to your flat and finally get out of the rain. The Doctor offered you a cheerful hello and you tried to give her the same energy back but weren’t able. You were too cold and wet from being drenched by the evening English rain to respond cheerfully.

The Doctor had asked to stay with you for a couple of days at your apartment. You allowed her to but questioned why she would want to do that. The Doctor explained that she needed to do some maintenance on The TARDIS, and she needed a stable environment to do so. Apparently, the last time she tried to clean some of her TARDIS’s core coils while floating through space, she almost crashed into the moon of a neighbouring planet, and she wasn’t keen on repeating that experience.

“Ugh! Why do I always forget my umbrella on rainy days?” You shifted your soaking coat off of your body and hung the object upon the hall coat rack, a rung away from The Doctor’s silvery-light blue coat.

“Coincidences! The universe was just having a bit of fun …” The Doctor’s sentence trailed off into silence once she got a good look at you.

“Well, I’m not having fun!” You huffed while trying to untie your wet and grimy shoes.

The Doctor saw the colour of your bra through your now sheer, wet blouse. It was a light blue with dark blue lace accentuating it. It was probably unnoticeable when your blouse was dry, but now the light blue of the bra was staring The Doctor down. The Doctor had to turn around with a groan and a quiet “Oh, brilliant” when she saw the tiny dark blue bow in the middle of the bra, right between your breasts. She couldn’t help but imagine that you were wearing a matching pair of panties with a little dark blue bow in the centre. Like a little bow on top of a present that she desperately wanted to unwrap.

“Are you alright, Doc?” You questioned The Doctor’s distant attitude as you drudged toward your bedroom in order to change out of your wet clothes.

“What?! Yes. No? What are we talking about?” The Doctor’s eyes were wide and looking around everywhere and her hands were flailing around more than usual.

“I was just asking if you were okay, Doctor. You seem a bit … distracted.”

“Everything’s fine! I swear. Absolutely brilliant!” The Doctor then began shifting from foot to foot while hiding her mouth with her fist shaped hand.

“Well, I’m going to go change into some dry clothes, okay? Then we can order in and watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” The Doctor held up a thumbs up, ran out of the conversation. You watched as she jumped over the back of your couch and landed on the seat before being to scroll through your television for movies.

When you got to your room and finally saw yourself in the mirror you groaned in embarrassment when you saw that your chest and bra were completely visible through your shirt. No wonder The Doctor was acting weird! You paced around your room for a moment, cursing yourself, before finally drying off and changing. However, even though you changed clothes, your mind wouldn’t stop racing. You slowly walked out of your room, scared of how The Doctor would be acting.

“I already ordered your favourite! That one thing from that one place that you introduced me to my first day I stayed over. And I picked some movies.” The Doctor mainly looked at the floor, only occasionally looking up to you but she would quickly look back down. You could tell that her eyes never ventured up to your face, they would always stop around your chest. Her face was also permanently tined red with a deep blush. Under different circumstances, you would have loved knowing that The Doctor couldn’t stop staring at your chest. However, right now, you were just worried that you made her incredibly uncomfortable. 

You and The Doctor ate in worrying silence, apart from the movie that you were barely paying attention to. It was a children’s movie, though. That you gathered. And thankfully, it did lighten the mood and clear your head a bit regarding the soaked through shirt incident. After the movie ended, you prepared to ask The Doctor about what had happened earlier.

“Doctor, can I talk to you about something?”

“Yes, you can always come to me for anything.” The Doctor seemed to be in good spirits under all the franticness, so that was a good sign.

“Did you see my bra through my shirt earlier?” The Doctor took a deep breath and turned away for a moment. When she turned back, she was staring a hole in the floor of your flat.

“Yes, I happened to see it.” The Doctor responded with trepidation, causing you to groan again in embarrassment. The Doctor wanted to reassure you, but you beat The Doctor in speaking.

“Doctor, I am so sorry! I never want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Y/n, why are you apologising? I am the one that should be apologising to you.” You shook your head and tried to argue against The Doctor, but she wanted to set the record straight.

“You never made me uncomfortable. I should apologise to you because I couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful you looked. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You sighed in relief and collapsed into The Doctor’s body. You were so relieved that you hadn’t made her uncomfortable, that was the last thing that you wished to ever do. Because of your stress, it took you a moment to realise what The Doctor had just confessed. You popped back up from The Doctor’s arms to look The Doctor in the eye.

“So, you think I look beautiful, Doctor?” You smirked with sudden confidence.

“I - Well, of course, I do. Of course, I think that you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful person in the world, Y/n.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“I’ll forgive you for ogling my chest, then.” You kissed The Doctor’s cheek then jumped up from your couch in order to get a drink of water from your kitchen. With the eyeful The Doctor received earlier in the evening, she could handle some teasing now. Maybe a bit of teasing would cause something more adult to occur tonight.

Bimbofication

It’s my birthday today!

Weird …

I’m officially as old as Clara Oswald was when she first met The Doctor. Which is just weird!