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Silk Lingerie

AN: Practically unedited but here is the first longer fic I have made in a long time!

Prompt:

Shopping for 'that special outfit' is harder than it looks when you're dating all the moon boys. They each like something slightly different, but you want to find something all of them can enjoy- and when you do, their reaction is almost magical 👑🦇

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: smut/lemon, inaccurate portrayal of DID

"Oh, love," Stevens' voice was filled with awe. Not quite breaking but consumed with emotion making it thick. "What have we done to deserve such a treat? You're just too good to us, truly."

The soft silk of the slip dress had been chosen just for Steven to touch, the buttons just to build the anticipation as he worked to undress you. The lace of your undergarments peeking out from the low neckline to tease the others and make clear that this was for all of them.

Steven was hesitantly stroking the soft smooth fabric near your hips with reverence. His face scrunching up at the voices that for the moment only he could hear.

"I'm not letting either of you take control. There is silk and buttons," he paused as they likely spoke over each other. "Nope, not happening, mates. Silk and buttons! That's my special treat and you know it. Let me enjoy it and bugger off."

You laughed and took a moment to brush Steven's hair out of his face. Heart swelling as he leaned into your touch.

"Don't worry, my boys. I tried to have something for each of you.”

The cocky smile on their lips told you that against his wishes, Steven had control stolen away from him.

“Good. I would have to remind you not to forget the rest of us if you didn’t, princesa.”

“Jake, give Steven back the body,” your attempts to sound stern were laughable when compared to Jake’s stern voice.

Gripping your ass firmly with his hands he hummed in consideration. Leaning his body back to take in as much of your outfit as he could while still keeping his crotch against yours. You could feel their cock getting firmer with each second Jake admired you.

“Let me enjoy you all sexy and dolled up with my own eyes first. Stevie isn’t the only one to love a bit of silk.”

“Jake you love basically everything,” you laughed.

“Mhhh, must be a side effect of loving the most beautiful girl in the world then.” He sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you back the body Steven! Just stop with all the screaming and annoying songs.”

“It’s your turn after he undresses me,” you told Jake to ease his reluctice to give up the body, “then Marc’s. I’m planning to owe Steven a slow morning fuck tomorrow since he likely won’t get to fuck me tonight like you and Marc will.”

His hands released your ass in favor of creeping up your back. Mouth finding your collarbone in a manner that screamed Steven.

“If that’s okay with you Steven. I don’t want you to feel left out or shorted by this...”

Your attempts to seek reassurance about your idea fled your mind as the light bites and gentle kisses were pressed against your throat. Soft moans overtook any attempts to question if Steven felt shorted again. He certainly didn’t seem to feel shorted with the attention he was lavishing you with.

The top button of the dress popped open with ease. Steven’s fingers alternating between playing with the button and tracing patterns of hieroglyphics against your skin.

“I certainly don’t feel left out,” he muttered against your skin. “You dressed up just for us, in this silk and button number just for me. Gonna take my time yeah? Fully enjoy you until the others are screaming for me to let them have their turn. Make you feel so good that you think of me while they fuck you proper.”

“Steven,” you moaned.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies in the best of ways. You were already aching for him. Still lavishing your body with affection he slowly messed with the second button. Beginning to unbutton it before changing his mind and closing it again. Fiddling with it like he tended to mess with his sleeves. You had always lovingly called his too long sweaters his sweater paws.

“Steven, please,” you begged.

You knew that he could keep up this torture for hours.

In answer to your pleas he slowly trailed his kisses down your throat to the skin right above the valley of your breasts. Sucking lightly at your skin until a small hiss passed your lips. While you were distracted he finally committed to opening the second button. Hands sliding under the slip dress to cradle your breasts for a moment before moving on to their real goal. Pushing off the thin straps to make the fabric pool off of your breasts, the sage green lace of the teddy you were wearing was further exposed to him. Remaining buttons kept the silk from slipping off of your body any further than Steven wanted it. Lying just below your beautiful breasts.

“Well isn’t that just the prettiest sight known to man. Almost a shame that no one else but the three of us gets to see it,” Steven delighted in your burning cheeks, the closest approximation to a mischievous smile he could manage breaking out on his lips.

Groaning you wordlessly tried to beg him for more.

Taking pity on you, Steven’s lips enveloped your breast. Sucking your nipple through the lace covering you from sight. A strangled moan filled the air between you, throwing your head back in bliss. Warmth flooded your veins, your clit pulsing in need. Fingers threaded themselves through your hair. Holding you in place with a guiding hand.

His lips were so warm. Alternating between sucking firmly on your nipples, soaking the lace with his tongue, and pressing open mouthed kisses to your tit. One hand tangling into the silk pooling along your back. The other, the other was gently squeezing your neglected tit. Just a nice, firm pressure. Your hips subconsciously ground against his. Steven didn’t hesitate to slide his thigh between your legs, letting you thrust against him.

Your hands grasped onto Steven’s head, pulling him gently up by his hair to meet your lips. Sloppy kisses, broken only by gasps for air and needy moans.

A bite to your lower lip, had you pulling back with a small squeak.

“Sorry, princesa,” Jake teased, sounding not at all sorry for his hard nip. “But Steven and you were getting far too worked up, and the rest of us want to get our turn.”

Jake’s steady hands made quick work of the remaining buttons. Hands sliding underneath the pooling fabric at your hips. Simply, sliding it off your body. Down onto the floor. A light pressure against your thighs encouraged you to jump into Jake’s arms. Letting him carry you to the bed as he devoured your mouth with kisses.

He didn’t bother to step away when he broke the kiss for a precious few seconds to yank the shirt Steven had been wearing over his head. Throwing it across the room to land closer to where your dress had been discarded.

He took those few seconds to also admire your appearance before his hands and lips were once again on you. Moaning against your skin as he moved to suck a hickey onto your neck. Hands teasing down into the opening near your crotch on the lace bodysuit.

Fingers sliding against your pussy, collecting every drop of arousal they could from between your legs.

Pulling away, he murmured teasingly, “I’m not the only one excited princessa.”

Jake looked you dead in the eyes as he brought his slick covered fingers to his mouth. Sucking them clean, a sting of saliva followed them along as he returned them to your clit. Circling as he watched your eyes roll back. Soft pleas filled the air as you fell apart on his fingers. The first finger entered you slowly with no resistance. The second was able to easily slip in as well. Spreading and searching for the spot that would make your body writhe. As if he didn’t already know exactly where that spot was. Gentle pressure spread you open as his thumb flicked lazily at your clit.

“Just take one more, one more and then you can come apart on our cock.”

Whimpering as the small burn that his third finger caused as it pushed inside. Feeling so full and stretched. When his fingers left your dripping pussy you could feel your arousal leaking out of you. With eyes that struggled to stay fully open you watched as he covered his hard, leaking cock with your juices.

The pressure as his cock slowly slid inside had you squirming. His hands reaching out to hold you still by your hips. Clenching around him as each inch filled you.

“Mhmmm,” you struggled to hold back your sounds of pleasure. Overwhelmed by the feeling.

Feeling his balls against your skin, knowing that he was fully inside you prepared yourself to feel him move. But he didn’t.

“How do you want it,” Jake refused to move until you answered. “Does my precious princessa want it fast and hard?”

“Mhm!” You hummed your agreement, foolishly hoping that he would take that as an answer.

“That’s not an answer, I need you to use your pretty words, mi amor,” he teased.

“Please,” your cheeks were flushed from both need and slight humiliation at being made to say it out loud. A sort of state only Jake seemed to be able to stir in you. “Please fuck me hard, Jake.”

Squealing as you were granted what you asked for. The force pushing you against the sheets, sliding up until Jake grabbed your shoulders and dragged you back to meet his cock again.

You could feel his cock twitching as he groaned. Head falling back in his bliss.

“Oh fuck, how the hell did Jake not cum! Fuck, baby girl you feel so good.”

Scattered thrusts that had no pattern or consistency emphasized Marc’s inability to keep still so close to release.

“Bet you planned for me to take that pretty number off of you and have you in just these” snapping the garters against your skin with a smile pressed into your skin, “pretty things. But you feel too good to stop. I can understand why Jake likes to see you like this. It’s cute how much of a mess you are, pretty girl.”

“I,” skin feeling warm as you managed to get flustered.

You whined as he halted your attempts to hide your face before they could happen, “Marc!”

Kisses devouring you once again. As he kissed the remaining breath out of you as he thrust, over and over again.

The warm feeling as your pussy was coated in Marc’s seed from the inside had you shivering. It felt so good. Not even bothering to pull out, he continued to fuck you with gentle thrust. Fingers playing with your clit with a skill you didn’t even have.

The uncontrollable twitches of your body as you reached your peak left you limp. Marc’s body falling on top of you.

“Second round in the shower?”

His impish smile teased that it wouldn't be the last round.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #marc x reader #steven x reader #jake x reader #anon

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plethora-of-imagines · 5 days

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please watch Babylon 5 I’m begging you

#please watch babylon 5

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plethora-of-imagines · 6 days

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After sitting in my inbox so long the sender cannot remember sending it I have finally written this.

Comes out tomorrow as the longest thing I've written in a while with 1,831 words!

#anon

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plethora-of-imagines · 6 days

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Hello, I hope you're having a fantastic day. If it's alright could i please request a Delgado!Master x reader where the master has gone to the reader's house to give them something back which the reader thought they lost fighting an enemy of the doctor but before they give it back the master confesses their love to the reader but then confesses that they realise that right now it's a danger and that the reader can't know this. The master then hypnotises the reader and says "I wish you didn't have to forget this but you do."

Have a great day

The polite knock at your door knocked you out of your flow state. Slowly stretching you looked over at the clock. Hmm it was only 4 o’clock.

Hmm. Sergeant Benton must be early. You still had half an hour before the Brigadier would want your report. Still, it made sense that he would be early. It had been a surprise to be allowed to work at home at all while sick. It had taken the Doctor pointing out that your desk work was just as easily done at home where you wouldn't make the whole HQ sick that had convinced him. That and you almost throwing up in the bin while Jo held your hair up.

Slowly meandering over to the door, throwing on the kettle while you passed. Fighting back a small coughing fit.

“Benton, you’re early so I just put the kettle on...”

Trailing off as you realized who was actually at your door.

The Master was dressed more casually than you had ever seen him. Still in a nice button up and slacks, but no suit jacket or tie. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, and the nice scarf that you had assumed was lost forever when it had slipped off your neck running away from the problem you were facing the week before.

Without even really thinking about it you accepted them when offered to you. Stepping aside to allow him to enter the apartment.

In a still shocked haze- were you about to be killed? No, why would he have gotten you flowers then- you began to prepare a cuppa for him.

“I- umm thank you,” you nervously started. “But why?”

He thankfully didn’t need you to explain what you were asking.

“A delicate topic. I find myself with a fondness for you that goes beyond even the fondness I have grown for Miss Grant.”

You could only sit in shock. Cups of tea not made, as he continued to confess.

He was so understanding of your shock, gentle while explaining how he fell for you, how he realized it. He made the two of you tea as he answered any questions you could think of. Encouraging you to drink when coughing fits occurred. You couldn’t muster a response to his confession. The small crush you had on him had been pushed down for so long that no words could find their way out of your head.

“Why tell me this now?”

Head spinning as he took gentle hold of your chin.

“It’s a danger for you to know, my dear. So I’m afraid I needed to catch you alone, unmonitored and in a state where I could make you forget this whole conversation.”

“Wait, no,” you cried as he forcibly hypnotized you. Stealing away the last half hour from your life.

Later - when cleaning up two cups you couldn't remember using, you glanced over at the counter and wondered when you had bought yourself flowers.

(492 words)

#anon #delgado!master x reader

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plethora-of-imagines · 6 days

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Greetings, I hope you're having a fantastic day. If it's okay i may I please request a Master x reader (I'll let you choose which incarnation) where the reader has been captured by an enemy of the master's and puts the reader under cryogenic freezing (or something similar) where the master cannot try and get the reader out for at least 500 years (if they do the reader would be seriously harmed if not worse) When the time comes to get the reader and escape the master has a different face. I'll leave the rest up to you, of course if you're not comfortable then please ignore this.

Have an amazing day

He didn’t bother feeling thankful to his TARDIS for making sure his growls were comprehensible. Translating his anger into words that could be comprehended. No, his whole focus was on the woman currently trapped in that oversized test tube.

“If she is harmed in any way your planet will have more to fear from me than being subjugated. Release her.”

The pathetic excuse for a man gave his species’ excuse of a smile. Clearly they didn’t realize the danger that they had placed themselves in.

“Releasing her early will kill her, Master,” the way his title was spat showed the lack of respect they had for him.

“Then when will she be safely released?”

He would just jump into the TARDIS and go to the correct time and free her then.

“In 500 years,” the man yelled after him as he began to rush off, with a cruel laugh he barely held back, “your time, not ours!”

Freezing the Master knew he had to lower himself to ask questions of the man.

“What do you mean?”

“You have to leave our planet alone for 500 years. If you don’t spend 500 years of your time away from our solar system then when the capsule is open it will kill her instead of revive her. Our insurance that you will not bother us.”

“And what guarantee do I have that you will not open it yourself?”

“It’s biometrically set to only open for you. And if something happens to the capsule when you are not in the solar system it is set to wake her normally, so no need to check in on her.”

In a fury he rushed off. How dare they!

In the silence of his thoughts he feared that he wouldn’t be able to return to you. There was no way that he would be able to maintain a low profile for that length of time. He would lose himself in worry for you. And distracting himself with his normal schemes could get him killed eventually... He would have to be careful. But he would be back for you.

A dark gravely voice spoke up from the dark.

“Your people are fools to have set it to be only my personal time. While I have not stepped foot here in 500 years myself, it has been the blink of an eye for you.”

Giving the man only moments to reply in fear, the Master raised a feeble hand and shrunk the man into a doll.

Walking over to the cryogenic capsule and quickly opening it. Using his remaining strength- still greater than most but far less than he used to have- to catch your falling body.

Letting you wake up. Knowing that you would not recognize him. Not caring that you would be disgusted by his corpse hanging onto life.

He refused to die before he saved you. In fact he refused to die at all. He had a few plans on how to gain a new body, but first he had to save you. If only his plan on Gallifrey had worked. He could have reunited with you as more than a living husk. Refusing to risk the biometrics not recognizing him with a stolen body he sacrificed your love, prioritizing your safe recovery.

“Master?”

Your sweet voice in its confusion and lingering fear, was the prettiest sound he had heard in years.

He waited for the screams to start.

But they never did.

“What happened to you? What have they done to you!”

Your fear and outrage was on his behalf. Oh how he had missed you.

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#anon #the master x reader #delgado!master x reader #crispy!master x reader

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plethora-of-imagines · 14 days

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Hii I have a cute idea for you, could I please request a Masterx reader (I'll let you pick which one you prefer) the master travels back to the past to enact a plan of theirs but somehow they bump into you but this version of you hadn't met him yet. You start talking with them feeling you can tell them anything. The master then tells you that they know what you want, "you want adventure, passion and maybe even a little danger." You then ask them what they want to which they hypnotise you before saying "I want you to get everything you're looking for but right now I want you to forget that we've met and seen me, I can't have people knowing I'm back." They then kiss your forehead and then leave.

If you don't like this idea then absolutely feel free to ignore it. Have a lovely day :)

Stumbling in surprise, you almost lost your balance. The cause of said stumble being suddenly walking into a man that you hadn’t seen when turning the corner. A gloved hand quickly reaching forward to steady you before you could fall.

“Careful, my dear.”

You were breathless. And not from the almost fall. No. He had the most alluring voice that you had ever heard in your life. His well fitting suit and well maintained pepper and salt hair were a strange but welcome sight. He must be a visiting politician or higher up military man that wasn’t a part of UNIT.

He wasn’t a familiar face- though a part of you did feel like you should recognize him. You had made sure to memorize the faces that you would typically encounter in your job. It had been the only way to make your anxiety over the new position manageable. Being a top secret military lab technician was difficult enough without the fear of insulting someone important.

“Sorry,” you were slow to shake yourself out of your absent mindness and apologize.

Hopefully the man wouldn't mind!

“No reason for you to apologize. It seems we were both in too much of a hurry to pay attention to our surroundings.”

Smiling softly up at him you were glad that he was being so kind.

“Where were you headed?” Gently asking as you took a step out of his grasp.

You weren’t sure why you asked. It’s unlikely he would want to tell you, but you couldn’t help but want to prolong your meeting.

Soft, warm brown eyes looked deep into your own, “to the specialized lab,” he answered.

“Oh!” He was going to the same place as you were! “Umm, you’ve actually passed it, Sir.”

“Ah, I suppose that I must have missed a turn,” he didn’t seem embarrassed or even worried about admitting to his lost nature. He entered back into your space and guided your hand to rest in the crook of his arm. “Would you mind terribly guiding me there, my dear?”

“No! I mean of course not,sir,” you stumbled over your words almost worse than you did your own feet.

“Lead the way, my dear.”

A pleasant silence accompanied the two of you as you continued on your way to the lab. Broken only by gentle questions about your work, and how you joined UNIT. Not even hesitating to answer him honestly. Feeling that you could tell him anything.

The lab was messier than you would have liked when you entered. If you had known you would have a charming guest you would have cleaned it up some. There were projects scattered around the room.

“So what did you need to do here, Sir?”

“If you would permit me one more question before I get to business matters,” he started to ask his question before you could even nod in agreement. “What did you hope to get out of joining UNIT?”

“I wanted to be a part of a group helping with advancements and using technology that was beyond the scope of normal labs,” was your instinctual, practiced answer.

“I see.” His voice fondly expressed his disbelief of your response.; tutting at you “See, I think you want more than that. I think you want adventure, passion, and maybe some danger, my dear.”

Blinking in surprise you slowly start to realize where you recognize him from. UNIT only has one video of the man. Grainy and from a distance just close enough to hear but not to really see him. Saying something in a manner so frighteningly similar to the cadence of those sentences.

The Master.

Someone you had been warned about when you started. And here you were having let him into the lab. Alone. With you.

“What do you want,” the ‘with me’ went unspoken.

“I want you to listen to me,” the hypnotic sound of his voice made your head spin.

For a moment you considered trying to resist, but the fear that your fate would be worse if you did stopped you. You let him take hold of your mind. It felt soft, floaty. Much kinder than the descriptions had made it seem it would be. Everything sounded eons away yet you could still hear him.

“What I want is for you to get everything you desire and deserve, my darling. For now, however, I will settle for you forgetting I was ever here.”

You only remembered the feeling of lips against the crown of your head for a moment before you were looking around in surprise at being back in the lab. When did you walk back over? Maybe you did need to start drinking coffee to stay alert like the others did.

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#anon #the master x reader #delgado!master x reader

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plethora-of-imagines · 19 days

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Greetings, I'm loving the Dhawan!Master Labyrinth crossover. Could I please request a part where the reader gets though to the next sections of the labyrinth (Maybe he could mess with the time) and he decides to make it a bit more difficult for the reader and tells the reader to give up and prehaps after a few days he feels pitty and that's when he either disguises himself or sends someone to travel with the reader and eventually give the fruit to put them in the drugged state.

I honestly love this, if you wish to ignore then it's all good

“Sir?”

The Master frowned at the man before him. Already regretting his plan to send this man to “help” her on the way through the labyrinth. Still, it couldn't be helped. She was making far too much progress to leave on her own.

“I want you to go and join her on her journey.”

“You want me to help her?”

How irritating. The confused look on his face only made him want to kill him more.

“No,” he slowly explained as if he was trying to explain something to a stupid child. “I want you to pretend to be helping her and keep her from going in the right direction. And obviously report back to me regularly.”

The longing, happy look in the fool's eyes enraged him even further. His thoughts were loud as he tried to be subtle about how he wanted to distract her with romance.

Grabbing the man by the collar the Master spat venomous words in his face.” if you dare to touch her I will make you wish I had killed you now!”

Throwing the man out the door he continued to fume. He would have to watch you even more closely now. The only one allowed to distract you with romance would be him. Hmmm and he even had a few ideas on what to do to achieve that.

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#anon #the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader

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plethora-of-imagines · 20 days

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hello! ☺️ may i request dhawan!master being cute whilst drunk off of ginger and the reader gets to tease him about it (if you’re comfortable with the topic of course!) thanks! 💜

This has been sitting in my inbox for a long while.... opps. Sometimes my brain just goes "thats such a good prompt, lets just horde it instead of actually writing it".... This is one of those cases.

Oof.

The book in your hands slid from your fingertips. Air knocked out of your lungs in surprise when firm arms warped around your waste and yanked you backwards into someone’s chest.

The Master rested his head on your shoulder, curling possessively around your body as he hummed and rocked side to side with you.

“Master?”

“Hmmm?” He made the cutest little confused sound.

“What are you doing?”

Silence was your answer for several minutes. Almost as if you had managed to puzzle him and he didn’t know why he was holding you.

“Is this not cuddling?” He slowly asked in a confused tone. “I thought we both knew what cuddling was...”

His speech was slightly slurred, you could smell the hint of ginger on his breath. Was he drunk?

Suddenly without warning he lightly bit down on your shoulder. Yelping at the sensation.

“Shhhhhh.”

“You bit me!”

“Your fault,” he grumpily responded.

“Oh yeah?” You were starting to realize the humor in the moment. He was like a drunk white girl. “It’s my fault you bit me.”

He took your teasing as a serious question.

“You’re too cute, what’s it called? Yeah, cuteness aggression. You’re cute, so I had to bite you. It’s the law.”

“The law, yeah? Does the law also mean we have to cuddle standing up too? Eep!”

In mere moments you were awkwardly lifted into the air. Vision spinning as your head was upside down. His drunk mind not bothering to think to support your head. Almost a princess carry- yet so far off from one that you didn’t know what to even call it.

The moment a flat surface was present- a comfortable cot that for some inexplicable reason was in the random hallway (Maybe it was the TARDIS taking pity on you)- he flopped down on top of you. Nuzzling contentedly into your chest where his head landed.

“Mhmm cuddly human,” he cooed. “Should have gotten you regenerations ago.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah... love you too much to let the others take you first now.”

“Not going to share even with yourself,” you teased while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“They don’t deserve you. I don’t either but finders takers.”

“Do you mean finders keepers?”

“Stupid human phrases,” he grumbled. “Don’t make any sense.”

“Awww don’t worry Master, I’m sure your big brains will eventually learn them.”

His chin dug in between your collar bones as he threw his head up to glare at you.

“Shut up.”

Trying to stifle your giggles as he looked like a cute angry kitten.

“I’m going to kill you once I feel I can move again.”

You didn’t think his thread held much weight when he was almost falling asleep mid sentence.

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#anon #dhawan!master x reader #the master x reader

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plethora-of-imagines · 21 days

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Hello there.

I hope you're having a fantastic weekend. If it's alright with you I would like to request a dhawan!master (or delgado!master) where both them and the reader are trapped in a place and both of them can't leave. The master won't leave the reader and the reader won't leave the master. So the master comes. with the idea to shrink the reader to the size of a bratz/barbie doll (Maybe they've been working on this for a while incase the day came where he needed it) so he can get them both out and the reader agrees trusting him with their life and the fact that it will be reversed once they're both safe.

I hope you have a great week and if you're not comfortable then feel free to ignore:)

“Now,” the guard looked back and forth between the two cells that held you and the Master.

Separated so that you “couldn’t cause any trouble”.

“We have come to an agreement to allow one of you to leave. And have been generous enough to allow the two of you to choose. So you both have ten minutes to determine who is leaving and to have that person walk out this door,” with his electric baton he gestured to the side door. “There is someone on the other side who will ensure that it is just one of you so don’t try any funny business.”

As the guard closed the door behind him on the other side of the small prison the cell doors clicked open.

You wasted no time leaving the cell to rush to the Master’s side.

“Okay, so you leave, grab the TARDIS, and come back for me. Problem solved.”

“While normally a perfect plan, my dear, this prison is equipped with a form of teleportation interference that would stop the TARDIS from being able to materialize within this room. Rendering that plan useless.”

He spoke with a calm elegance. Why would he be telling you this? You were willing to let him leave without any fuss. Yet he told you that he couldn’t come back for you. No.

“No,” you voiced your thoughts aloud. “You can’t possibly expect me to leave you here.”

“And I refuse to leave you, my dear. Leaving us at an impasse as they would say.”

Pressing your head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Oh god, the situation was very bad if he was willingly showing such prolonged affection where anyone could see. He was letting you seek comfort from him.

Both of you were trying to silently think of a solution.

“There is a possible solution,” he begrudgingly offered after a minute of quiet reflection.

“But you don’t like it.”

“It would not even be an option if the situation were not so dire,” he admitted. “It is not fully perfected yet. It may take some time to change you back.”

“Change me back from what, Master?”

“My dear, you understand the basic premise of how the TCE works, correct?”

You nodded along in subdued horror.

“I have been working on a new method in which the affected survive the process. It would be a valuable tool to be able to sneak anyone out of anywhere as a hostage.”

Stomach turning you asked, “what part of the process is not perfected?”

Recognizing your complete terror his hands cradled your skull, lips pressing softly to your forehead in reverence.

“My dear, I did not mean to frighten you! The process is painless and works every time. The only flaw in the process is returning people to their original size! The mechanism does not alway work so it may take me time to return you to your original size.”

Taking a deep breath to solidify your resolve and reduce your nerves, you agreed.

He took the TCE and with a simple kiss to your lips, started to shrink you.

It didn’t hurt. But everything tingled, like all your limbs had fallen asleep. The rapid change in the size of everything made the room blur. Closing your eyes to avoid the nausea that was building up. When the sensations stopped you slowly opened your eyes.

Everything was so big now. The Master towered above you, you were barely able to see his face with how small you were. Blurry and hazy like the top of a distant mountain. Against your will tears filled your eyes as how vulnerable you were hit you. He could kill you, by pure accident like this. Just by taking a single step.

Clinging to his finger when he picked you up, hiccuping and sniffling from the stress. You allowed him to gently hold your body in his hand. He tried to speak to you but in your distress it sounded like nonsense.

Slowly he slid you into his shirt pocket and everything went dark. The lack of stimulation soothed you, allowing for you to calm down. No longer overwhelmed, you let the steady walking of the Master rock you into dozing lightly. You would be demanding cuddles once this was all over.

(717 words)

#anon #delgado!master x reader

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