#pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 15

Words: 1067

Warnings: Getting caught/walking in on masturbation, vibrator, voyeur Steven, Overstimluation

Steven tried to be quiet as a little mouse as he opened the door to your shared flat. Not wanting to disturb you coming back home so late. Home, that was novel. You really did make it seem like home. A part of Steven worried that it was far too soon to consider you home more than the actual flat. The larger part of him that yearned for that human connection didn’t mind so much. 

Rubbing his ear Steven tried to make the quiet buzzing he was hearing go away. Gosh, which one of the others had given the body tinnitus. He should go to the doctor's about it, well not him. Marc, maybe? Steven certainly wasn't going to, medical people made him far too nervous.

Looking through the open doorway towards the bedroom had him freezing. There you were. Sprawled out on top of the bed. Bulge in your panties, hand sticking down them in a way that drove the imagination wild. The buzzing was coming from you. Oh god. He'd walked in on a self care session. Should he sneak back out? Yeah, he should. This- you probably didn't want

him to see this. Sorta a private moment.

Yet he didn't move an inch. God, Steven was a little perv wasn't he. Watching you like this.

Wearing just your panties and his sweater. The sleeves were too long for your arms just like they were on him. The one sleeve rolled up so it didn't get in the way of your hand pressing the vibrator against your clit. The other arm was thrown over your eyes. If you hadn't heard him by now you weren't going to. Feeling shameful, Steven continued to watch.

Your back arching off the bed gave him a view of your soft stomach. Imagining pressing kisses there as he encouraged you to turn up the vibrator. Almost as if you could hear him, the buzzing intensified.

Steven felt himself growing hard as he heard your cute little moans and whimpers. Your hips rising so far off the bed he felt you could slide into a headstand if you wanted to. Trying to press further and further into the toy you were holding against yourself.

Soon he saw your legs trembling. Broken moans passing your lips. And then you seem to pull it away from yourself. Keeping whatever toy previously had pressed against yourself away from your skin.

Drawing out his name in a long whining tone, “Stevennnnn.” Keening out for him, begging, “please, please, please.”

Oh gosh you didn't even know he was there and yet you were begging for him. How was he supposed to resist this? God he hoped he didn't ruin everything by like, startling you.

His eyes widened as he saw you press down against yourself again. Your whole body was twitching. Flinching in a way that if he didn't know that it was from pleasure he would think you were having a seizure with how much you thrashed against your own self inflicted torture.

Creeping closer, he could see tears leaking out from your closed eyes. You had moved your hand away from covering your face. Reaching down to clutch desperately at the sheets as if they would give you comfort. Breathing heavily as you pulled the vibrator from underneath the cotton of your panties.

Swallowing nervously Steven prepared himself to speak. 

“Do you, do you want any help with that, love?”

Against his wishes he had startled you, causing you to drop the vibrator onto the bed. Still buzzing loudly. Your reaction making a blush spread across his cheeks that matched your own growing embarrassment.

“Oh my god. Uh hi. Steven you’re home,” your voice was a nervous wreck.

“Right, sorry, my bad,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Flickering glances to your damp panties. He could see how wet they were, a damp spot leaking through. “I’m a bit of a perv aren’t I? Spooking you like that during such an intimate time.... Don’t uh, don’t stop on my account?”

Well that settled it, Steven Grant was a right perv. His voice practically begged you to continue so he could watch as you indulge yourself. He could tell you were uncomfortable. I mean you were unconsciously clenching your thighs, rubbing them together so he couldn’t see as much anymore.

“Please make me cum Steven,” you shyly asked.

Not looking in his eyes you missed how they lit up in wonder and awe at the absolute gift you were giving him.

In a rush he scrambled to pick up the vibrator almost dropping it. Pressing it against his hand  the vibrations were much stronger than he expected item to be.

“Oh wow. This is a strong little bugger isn't isn't it?”

You quickly repositioned yourself on the bed. Laying down, letting him hover above you by your side. Slowly he trailed his hand down, sneaking underneath your panties. Growing damp, getting wet from all the liquid that had accumulated. Your little gasp only encouraged him as he slotted the viberator firmly against your folds. Steven held it right there even as you bucked against him.

“Eager thing aren't you?”

He watched as you came, trembling for him. Squirming at his actions God, he wanted to see you like this all the time. Mild strangled whimpering filled the air, a noise that he hadn't yet heard. It sounded like relief. Your whole body arching, shaking ,tears dripping down your face. Dampening the pillow beneath as you started trying to squirm away.

“Too much. Too much,” you cried. 

In a bold moment for Steven he managed to ask, “have you come yet? Be honest, love.”

“Yes!”

Only once you answered did Steven take the vibrator away. Fiddling with it to try to and turn it off. When he finally succeeded, he gave you a quick, chaste forehead kiss.

“Good girl, love. Such a pretty sight you are all tuckered out from imagining me edging you.”

Your body was all limp, incapable of moving right after such a strong orgasm. 

“Want you,” you murmured out.

Steven wasted no time in placing the vibrator to the side and climbing onto the bed with you on top of the sheets. Dragging your body into his arms. Not minding in the slightest if your damp panties got his pants wet.

“You’ve got me, love. Plenty of time for cuddles.”

#steven grant x reader #steven x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 19- Office Entertainment

Words: 2728

Warnings: Blue Jones is his own warning, risk and thoughts of getting caught, oral (male receiving), cockwarming, smut, belt spanks, peeing during aftercare

You often claimed to the other girls that you disliked being Blue’s preferred bed warmer. In truth you knew that you would be far too jealous of any other girl he chose to be able to stand it. But shivering and shaking in the small confines under Blue’s desk you could feel that you meant it- at least a little bit. Of course since you always did whatever pleased Blue most you were shivering in the cold air of his office completely naked. Not even your thigh high tights were still on. The cold wooden flooring freezing your poor toes. How cold you were was certainly not going to help with how stiff you were sure to be too... 

Something you tried to remind yourself of with every restrained tremble you made was that his office was at least warmer than anywhere else in the Lenoux Club right now. You couldn’t even rub your hands together to keep your hands warm with friction. No. Blue had tied your arms together behind your back with silk in his signature blue. Prettily woven together in intricate patterns, but secured tight enough that you couldn't easily wiggle out of it. Besides, while it might feel pleasant for a moment to have a warm ass, the lingering pain of it wasn’t worth invoking a punishment for a scrap of warmth. So no, you won’t be breaking free.

Briefly tuning back into the conversation that was ongoing above you, you mentally sighed as it seemed that this business deal was getting nowhere. It had been at least half an hour already of you kneeing under Blue’s desk. Kept quiet as a mouse, mouth half full of Blue’s thick cock. Not sucking or licking, or squeezing. Nothing. Just your warm, wet mouth around his cock. Keeping it far warmer that you were. He wasn't even fully hard.  Still soft yet firm in a way that spoke of a few specific actions being all you would need to make him hard and erect. A quick swirl of your tongue was all that would be needed. Done just right he would be hard and fill your mouth even more. You craved it at this point. It would be a welcome distraction from the cold to truely distract Blue from his work.

The cotton of his pants rubbed against your cheeks. Making you shuffle forward as best you could while silent. Mouth encapsulating more of his cock, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth. But you didn’t dare swallow and make such an obscene noise.  Still moving closer to the warmth of this thighs against your cheeks. The barrier of the fabric around you adding to the  minimal warmth to be found. It didn’t help. Your nipples were achingly hard in the cold. Body twitching and trembling as it registered the cold and reacted. 

Once again just waiting for something, anything. 

Blue’s next words caught your attention. Finally, the other man was leaving. 

“I hope you don’t mind if CJ walks you out,” now your shivers were no longer from the cold.

Instead they were from the sound of his voice and the reminder that others were right nearby. One wrong move and they would discover you in your compromising position. Blue had threatened to let anyone who caught you fuck your mouth while he fucked your cunt so hard tears streamed down your face for hours. Already so tired, you didn’t want anyone other than Blue to touch you, never mind fuck you.

“I'm going to be staying a bit later finishing up paperwork,” Blue continued. “Then of course checking on the girls, boring stuff. Envy you getting to go home this early.”

You didn’t bother listening to whatever words the man said back. All that mattered to you was the sound of their footsteps getting further away. The solid click of the door as it closed. Chair pulled back, Blue took his cock away. Not bothering to tuck it back into his pants. Leaving the fly open to let his impressively long, soft cock swing with his steps. Making his way to a closet on the side to grab a soft, fuzzy blanket. It was something you knew must have been placed there recently with such an encounter like this in his mind. Sitting back down in front of you, cock so alluring and tempting for your mouth. You could feel yourself salivating at the sight, like he had long ago conditioned you to.  Blanket laid to the side as Blue smirked down at you. 

“If you do a good job, I’ll let you use it.”

Seeing that as the go ahead it was meant as you shoved your face into his crotch eagerly. Starting with open mouth kisses to the tip. Quickly moving onto sucking on the tip, preparing to take him deeper. Slowly taking him deeper and deeper as he grew in your mouth. The very tip of his dick tickling the back of your throat for just a moment before you gaged and pulled back. Teasing the tip by swirling your tongue around it and giving gentle sucks once again, before taking the dive back into your throat.

Blue lounged in his chair, sinful eyes just watching as you took him like the good cockwarmer you were. Every once in a while he blessed your thrusting with a small moan that he couldn't hold back. He knew that his noises were a reward in your mind. So he was making you work for them. The sounds of you fucking your own throat with his cock were so loud in the silence of the room.

Feeling his cock twitch as a particularly firm suck you stopped. Staying still as you looked up at him. His head fallen back with a groan. Still, you could tell that while it felt good he wasn't too close yet. His hands were loosely hanging. When he got close they clenched into fists where his nails dug into whatever was in his grasp, typically your skin. Letting your teeth scratch against him as you pulled back.

"If you bite my cock I'll rip the offending teeth out myself," he warned, sounding more strangled than threatening.

Pulling your mouth off his cock with a pop. You pressed light kisses to his neglected balls while you gave your jaw a small break. The tapping of his fingers against the arm of the chair told you he was growing impatient. Taking his cock as deep as you could in one smooth motion before he could complain. 

"Shit!"

Repeating the action drew more swears from his mouth.

"Shit, doll. I don't want you to make me cum just yet."

Head pushing against your forehead Blue laughed at the way you looked. Mouth open, tongue out as you desperately tried to reach his cock. To put it back into your mouth, one of the places it belonged.  Yanking you up he forced you into his lap.

“As much as I love to watch your pretty face as I fill you up so well, I do have work to do doll. Can’t have you distracting me too much longer or I’ll never be done for the night, so turn around.”

Obeying Blue you turned around on your shaky legs, pins and needles throughout them from being in the same position so long.  Crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain as you let his thick cock split you open as you sat back down in his lap. It only stoked Blue’s ego that even as dripping wet as you and his cock were that it was still so big. Far bigger than you could take without pain on the first round of being filled.

He let you spend a few minutes stroking his ego with whimpers and whines about how full you felt. Whines that sounded more like pleas for him to stay instead of complaints, as if he was somehow going to decide to leave the warmth of your pussy. Finally starting to settle down, your overworked body unwinded, lax and comfortable in his lap. Whimpers and whines fading to a halt. 

Blue chose that moment to move the chair closer to his desk. Forcing you to cry out in a bizarre mix of pleasure from the pain of him hitting your cervix. God you hoped that none of the security boys were nearby, you were sure that scream could have been heard down the hall!

Head rolling back against his shoulder as you submitted to your new, filled yet relaxed state of being. No longer trying to be enticing or sexy, just a filled hole for Blue to use. His smile could be felt against your skin as he moved papers around. Grabbing a pen, testing that it worked against a scrap of paper before writing on your thigh. “Property of Blue”.

Quickly nipping your shoulder, kissing down your chest to suck on your one nipple just enough to make it glisten with spit. They were already perky in the cold air.

“Be my good little cocksleeve for a few hours while I finish up some work. Then we can have some real fun,” he teased.

Closing your eyes you settled in to do just that. A quick nap would do you good. Letting the sensations just fade and blur around you. When you had come down from your lust infused warmth and heat you trembled. Making your squirm against his cock. Chuckling, Blue settled the blanket he had forgotten around you. Helping to keep you warm now that your state of arousal was steady.

“What a good little dolly you are, not even complaining when I forget to give you your reward!”

You let yourself nuzzle into him a little bit in response before closing your eyes again and starting to drift as he continued his work. The steady sound of pen scratching against paper, and the small mutterings he didn’t realize he was making under his breath kept you from fully falling asleep.

Ages later when your arousal had dried against your thighs the sound of papers being closed into a heavy drawer on his desk woke you from your daydreams. Opening your eyes to see the completely clear desk in front of you. Hmm, why had he cleaned up so much?

Quickly your question was answered as you found yourself bent over onto the smooth, clean surface of the desk. Still filled with his cock nice and deep, the new position making you feel even more filled. Blanket still draped over your body. The sound of Blue unbuckling his belt made you clench around him. Feeling the fabric of his pants brush against your ass as they fell to the floor once unfastened. Freeing him so that he could comfortably fuck you. Which could happen at any moment. He let the anticipation build. Flexing the arms that were still tied behind your back. Wanting to touch him.

The first thrust wasn’t too achingly slow, nor punishingly fast. It just was, a nice firm, steady thrust. With your lack of verbal protest, Blue took that as a sign that he could really start fucking you. The desk was shaking with the force of his thrust, the wet sound of your pussy being filled, filling the air, along with the sound of the desk creeking beneath you. Blue grunted as he chased his own pleasure. But it didn’t matter that he wasn’t focusing on making you feel good, just being filled was making you gush around him. It wasn’t long before your body was being filled with more than just his cock, warm seed gushing into you. Only to drip out soon after he pulled his cock out.

You just continued to lay on the desk. too exhausted to get up.  The sharp snap of his belt against your pussy had you crying out, tears swelling in the corners of your eyes. The sound of the belt mixed with your cries on the second lash were probably music to his ears. Soon he was settling himself back into his pants, belt being used for its normal purpose of keeping his outfit pristine. Giving a quick pat to your ass as he spoke.

“Good work tonight, kitten. Now get that pretty ass off to bed.”

You couldn’t quite move yet. Giving yourselves a few more moments to prepare to stand only moments later. Trembling legs collapsed beneath you, shaking from how well he had fucked you. Fucked you so good that your legs couldn’t handle it.

“Can’t walk can you? Fucked you that good, huh?”

Wordless noises were the only form of response you could manage at the moment. Mind somewhere still in the stratosphere from what had been done to you.

His rough hands helped to steady you, getting you onto your feet so that it was easy for him to just swoop you up. Not into anything as kind as a princess carry no, swooping you onto his shoulder so that your ass was right near his face. If he turned his head he could bite your ass cheek. The rest of you slumped over his shoulder. It was unusually kind of him to carry you to your room, but then he normally didn’t fuck you to the point of being unable to walk. 

Other than the blanket still tangled around you, you were naked. Thighs covered in a mix of both of your dry and wet arousal and cum. Oh fuck! His cum was dripping out of you onto his own shoulder.

Blue hadn’t thought to consider that with you being naked his suit might get ruined. Oh well, it was ready to be taken out of rotation soon anyway. Maybe next time he would make you wear the suit jacket while he fucked you. It would leave you far more covered than just the blanket afterwards. Right, you were naked. He hadn’t considered how that would affect his jealous nature. Had he let you stumble back to your room the night shift guard would have gotten an eyeful of his girl. That wouldn’t do. 

Mind made up, Blue turned to walk down the hall to his room. That was much closer than your room was. Besides, he would enjoy a quick morning fuck while you were all sore and whimpery.

“Fucking look at her and you’re dead,” Blue growled to the guard turning down the hallway.

“Yes, Mr.Jones,” the guard rushed out as he turned to face the wall. 

Terrified that Blue was in a bad mood and would kill him if there was any suspicion that he had taken a peak. When Blue said something was for his eyes only, it was for his eyes alone. No exceptions.

Blue’s hand came up to rest against your ass to steady you on his shoulder. Being a cheeky, lustful man who never was turned off. Squeezing as a show of ownership to the empty hallway he had turned down. Not that he ever needed an excuse to be touchy, since he owned every girl here. You could appreciate the exploitation of opportunity.

Opening the door to his room he tossed you onto the bed. Still unbelievably fucked out and sore you couldn’t move. It was just too much. He wandered out of sight, returning with a cup that he pressed against your crotch.

“You can’t even stand but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you get sick from not doing something as simple as fucking peeing after sex,” he explained.

Embarrassed but too tired to argue you peed in the cup. Hating the feeling of being watched. At least he had the kindness to spare you some minor embarrassment by looking the other way. As soon as you were done he rushed to dispose of the cup and its content. The lingering sound of rushing water as he washed his hands thoroughly before returning to you with multiple blankets to layer overtop of you. Warming you up. It was soft moments like this that made you certain you would be far too jealous of any other girl he decided to play with other than you. Well, it was likely just sex to Blue. It wasn’t quite just sex to in a moments like this. You could almost believe that it did mean something to him as well.

Perhaps it really did mean something. You did seem to be his favorite. He hadn't been with another girl since he started seeing you regularly. Either way you didn't dare point out his habit of picking you. You didn't dare encourage him to change. You were far too selfish for that.

#blue jones x reader #blue jones #oscar issac x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 13

Words: 856

Warnings: Smut, primal kink, chase, tears, injury, consensual non-con (in the form of not asked or prepared for being fucked, but vague reference to having discussed prior), biting, blood drawn

Rushing through the brush and tangle of branches- that seemed determined to get in your way- you tried to outrun him. It was a foolish dream. Escaping him. He was hunting you down, and he would find you no matter how far you ran or how well you hid. Crashing to the ground as a raised root managed to capture your foot. Mentally cursing falling victim to such a cliche. 

Your ankle throbbed along with your rushing heartbeat. God you hoped you hadn’t really hurt it. Still you pushed through the discomfort to stumble to your feet again. Limping your way to the bundle of trees that were just far enough off the dirt path to be considered hidden. Trying to keep your weight off of your ankle. Finally still in the overbearing darkness and silence it took over the primal part of your brain. 

You were scared, just a little. 

The woods were unforgiving and you were all alone... Prey being hunted down. Sniffling in the cold you wrapped your arms around yourself. Wishing you had more to wear that the short, flouncy nightgown you had chosen for the night. Whimpering in the oppressive silence.

Crack.

Head snapping up in the direction of the sound. His eyes glowed in the dark. Both of you frozen now that his approach had been discovered. The seconds stretched out into hours of mental deliberation on both of your your parts. His consideration ended first. A slow, confidant step being taken towards you. Trying not to startle you further in an oddly caring manner.

Sprinting off into the trees again you knew it was hopeless. You wouldn’t be able to outrun him for long, especially without your lead. Squeaking as you were tackled to the ground. Tumbling around with his body twisting the two of you as you fell. Keeping you from hitting the ground harshly. Hands splayed out in front of you, stomach against the cold dirt. Delicate silk piled up against your navel. Hardly covering you anymore. Still his hands clawed at it.

Pinned by the weight of his body on top of yours you cried out. Fearful of what he would do now that he had captured his prey. The sound of your nightgown’s seams being ripped apart forced you to renew your squirming beneath him. You wanted to protest that you had liked that nightgown on principle, but you knew that this was likely to happen and had made your choice accordingly. 

Growls filled your ears at your attempts to escape him. 

“You are mine, little doe,” he rumbled out.

Your shivers were not from the cold alone.

Something deep inside of you was thrust against as your body burned as it was filled. Stretched with no preparation. Making pitiful sounds from the uncomfortable sensation. Warmth pressed against your back, little kisses making an attempt to sooth you. Smothering you in affection to apologize for the pain.

Screaming as teeth tore into your sensitive skin, warm blood dripping down your pretty neck. It almost made the burn of his cock rutting into you seem gentle. Tears streaming down your face in time with each snap of his hips against your ass. Ball deep in your cunt. When he came and loosened lax against you, you allowed yourself to go limp underneath him. Too tired to do anything. Fucked enough to feel good with his cock still filling you. Laying on the ground together for a handful of minutes before he began to get restless. 

Gathering you into his arms; taking off his jacket to help cover you. Fingers digging possessively into your skin. Continuing on the path you had been following, you had assumed out of the woods. Now, as you approached a fire, you weren’t so certain. That path may not have been leading you out of the woods at all, but back to his waiting arms had he not already captured you. A steady fire in the center of a small clearing that appeared to be the camp he had set up for himself. The pile of furs and blankets in a tight nest suggested that he had been planning on bringing you back here the whole time. Placed softly down into the center of the soft and warm nest. He fussed over you for a while. Pulling furs over top of your naked body. Growling in warning if you dared to try and move too much. A soft, reverent kiss being pressed to the crown of your head before he stalked over to the fire. Stoking it so that it grows, providing more heat for the two of you.

Wincing as he gripped your ankle, examining it with care. Taking the remaining of your nightgown that you hadn’t noticed he as kept, wrapping your ankle with precision and care.

“I’m fine,” you offhandedly mentioned. “Really.”

You had a feeling he didn’t believe you and that as much as he clearly had enjoyed hunting you down with how he had fucked you in the middle of the woods, next time there would be more percautions taken. Ensuring your safety from all but him.

#dhawan!master x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 5

Words: 1184

Warnings: Smut, restraints, Sub-Steven, over-stimulation, cum eating, tears

The warm glow of reading lights was the only light in the room. Illuminating everything with a pretty- yet cozy haze. But nothing was as pretty as Steven beneath you. Skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, the only thing on him the glimmering star of David around his neck resting against his chest. And some fuzzy socks on his feet.

Steven always got so cold after sex. When deep in subspace, the moment you moved away from him he would whine that he was cold. You'd notice he tended to experience sub-drop more often when he did get cold. So when you had agreed to this scenario, ironically you had been the one to argue that the socks stayed on. Steven hated wearing them during sex for the cutest of reasons. He worried that you would think he wasn’t as invested in sex if he wore them. So ironically- something that most women would complain about- you were the one to insist on. They were cute, fuzzy ones with little fish on them. So eager to experience the session planned he hadn’t even tried to convince you out of putting the socks on this time.

Apparently he loved the sensation of being overworked when he masterbated on his own. When he was in control of his own overstimulation. But he had insisted that he wanted to experience it with you. Unable to stop you, at your mercy. It made you a mix of nervous and eager to have this much trust placed in you. His one ankle was restrained to the bed with the ankle restraint he had set up specifically for his sleepwalking. The other leg was pinned with another restraint that didn’t quite match. The brand he had gotten his- honestly expensive and top quality- restraint from going out of business. So the best the two of you could do was get something similar. His wrists were secured to the headboard half haphazardly. You had wanted him to be able to free himself if he really needed to. Which meant that you had used the novelty handcuffs you had gotten as a gag gift from a Christmas exchange when you and Steven had started dating. Your coworkers had cheered when they saw how red Steven had gotten, praising you for getting a “good one” this time. You had had to explain to Steven that they meant that they knew he wouldn’t talk about your sex life behind you back if he got embarassed by the implcation. Little did those coworkers expect they would get plenty of use. Neither of you were against using free restraints in your fun. And not always sex. You fondly remembered when Steven decided he wanted to spend all day with you and handcuffed the two of you together.

Focusing back on Steven, it was cute how he was already squirming even though you haven't done anything to him beyond strip him and tie him up. Well, okay, fine. You may have also teased him with lots of sweet words. All day. In preparation. Eyes all wide. Taking you in with a wonder as you straddled him, sweater paws covering your hands. Made from his sweater, the only thing on your body. Threads that he had nervously picked at hanging around the partially unraveled cuffs. 

Reaching up to play with his soft, dark curls. Your own silent nervous tick when you were slightly unsure of what to do. The feel of his hair between your fingers was so much nicer than your own. You giggled as the gentle scratches to his scalp caused his dick to twitch. Already hard from just being tied up and simple affection. He was a whimpering mess and you adored it. You never felt more wanted than when Steve was writhing underneath you. Needing you, needing everything you would give him.

Pressing your noses together. Feeling his almost silent pleas in whispers against your skin.

“Please please please please please, Dovey.”

How could you resist? He was just so cute. So heartbreakingly adorable that it triggered your cuteness aggression. You wanted to squish him. Irresistible as he begged beneath you. 

Slowly, you ground down onto him. Feeling him get harder and harder. You already knew that he wouldn’t last long. He'd warned you he wouldn't when you tied him up. So worked up with his own fantasies. You could see him swallow nervously as he tried to scooch a little further down, but your body had him trapped. His cock strained, pressing against his stomach with the position you had pinned it at with your body. Gently you scraped your nails against the sensitive skin watching as he tried to squirm away beneath you but couldn't go anywhere.Leaning awkwardly down to press one soft kiss to the tip of his cock’s head. Warm cum bursting out. You didn't let your lips get too much of a taste. Letting it spray against his stomach. His lower chest. It managed to move so far. You wasted no time. Playing with it. Spreading it further up his body, coating your fingertips and then tracing it along his lips. 

“Open up Steven,” you cooed. Rewarding him with praise when he obeyed. “ Such a good boy, Steven.”

He didn't hesitate to suck his own cum off of your fingers. While he sucked off his own cum you started to grind against him again. Tears flooded his eyes, yet his eyes begged for more. Continuing until the tears finally flooded from his eyes. Fingers pulled from his lips so that you could brush those tears away from his cheeks.

“You're so good for me, Steven. Let it out.”

You soothed him, no longer applying pressure. Pulling away just enough to move from straddling him to his side. Untying his hands. The moment they were free he instantly gripped onto you. Clinging to you refusing to let go, Steven buried his face into your shoulder. A blubbering mess of tears and he flooded your shoulder. You started to worry that maybe you’d gone too far.

“Steven? Are you okay Lovey?” You asked in a shaky voice.

Oh God, what if you had gone too far? How would you ever make it up to your poor Steven.

An overly rough, scratchy voice- his rough voice cracked out an, “M’ okay.”

You practically died with relief.

“Just bloody overwhelming,” he continued. Voice a little more steady. “It just felt so good.” He moaned.

“Need a mo’ then I’ll be right as rain, then I can take care of you.”

Kissing the top of his forehead before sliding to cuddle into his side you reminded him, “I can survive not cumming for one night Steven! Tonight was about fulfilling one of your fantasies. Besides, how many times a week do you eat me out like you don’t need real food? I can survive one night without cumming.”

“Mhm, still want to,” Steven protested.

“Maybe later then,” you promised. “Now, do you need more cuddles or can I move to undo the ankle restraints?”

Burrowing further into you Steven responded, “more cuddles.”

#steven grant x reader #steven x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 17

Words: 2068

Warnings: auction, bathed by strangers, smut, semi roleplay

You shivered as the cold water was poured over your head again. Dozens of hands rubbing rough washcloths against your skin. Lathering you up with suds and then washing it away with cold water. All of their eyes were so blank and empty. You could tell that even as they were preparing you that they weren't really registering your existence. Harshly combing through your hair to undo any knots. Pushing against your head as they forcefully lathered your hair with sweet floral smelling conditioner. Sputtering against them after they forced your head under the water. Practically drowning you as they washed out the product.

Unkind hands pulled you from the bathtub, knocking your knees against the porcelain as you struggled to stand fast enough. Groaning out in pain as you were given no time to sooth the injury. Dripping water onto the cheap flooring beneath your feet. The rush of hands didn’t stop working for a moment. Drying you off with rough towels, using something like a blow dryer on your hair to dry it without making it frizz. Hopefully you could figure out what that was later, it would be so useful... The hands of your blank helpers still were harsh even when rubbing in lotion. 

They’d only just managed to shove you into a somewhat sheer white nightgown- that left little to the imagination but covered just enough to not show off your whole body- before the door opened. In sauntered a man with a smug smile on his face and lust in his eyes.

“Aren’t you a pretty little flower to be plucked,” he drawled out.

You blinked, confused and dazed by what he meant. The whirlwind of activity still bewildering you. What? What did he mean? 

He circled around you, examining you from all angles.

“You’re not the most endowed thing are you?” He questioned. “Well, not that it really matters with that pretty face, someone is sure to buy you. We’ll start the bidding with you as a treasure. If we don’t get any takers I’m sure that cutting off some of that nightgown will help speed the process up!”

Trembling, reality set in. All those girls had collars around their necks that showed them to belong to this man. He had clearly broken them, made them into mindless little puppets for him. You could only hope that whoever purchased you wouldn’t want to do that to you. As it was growing more clear in your mind that there would be no escape from being sold.

Hair still dripping, you didn’t dare struggle as he grabbed you and dragged you down the hallway. Stumbling trying to keep up with him, eyes wide as you took in the dozens of doors that you passed by. A detailed door covered with intricate carvings in a deep dark wood was opened by a man covered in weapons that made your skin pale in fear. Flinching away from the bright lights in the room, biting back a whimper as you were casually tossed onto the floor. Splayed out, you soon lifted your watery eyes to try and look out upon the audience. You couldn’t see much past your unfallen tears and the bright lights shining on you. Dazed as you tried to look at the numerous shadows to see if someone would save you.

The heat of the spotlights helps to dry your hair, causing it to start to curl. The only help you were sure to receive. It was a relief to not have your wet hair dripping onto your white gown. You were already exposed enough, you didn’t need it to be further assisted in showing you off to all these strangers.

“Let the bidding begin for this cute little treasure at 50,000 standard,” the man called out.

You zoned out his continued words as you focused on trying to see the hazy figures lifting their hands, raising the number higher and higher. The dizzying high numbers meaning nothing to you, the currency a mystery. But it felt so high, you couldn’t see yourself being worth this much.

The terrified and confused face that you were making was hopefully helping the bidders to see you as a cute little thing to protect. At least you hoped so. You didn’t think you could stand if someone cruel got their hands on you.

After your eyes were given some time to adjust, while the bidding continued on around you- the people in the room were slightly visible. One man in the middle of the group, but slightly off to the side caught your eye. A freshly lit cigar in his mouth, smoke slowly being breathed out. Sharp suit covering his body, glossy gloves and shiny shoes polished to perfection. His dark hair peppered with silver that gave him a dignified look. Sitting with his legs slightly spread, one hand resting against his thigh. He was enticing. Giving off a stern dignified air, but also one of safety. He was a predator but he would fiercely protect what was his. 

Instincts almost demanded you rush over to his side, to climb into his lap and cling to him. Beg him to keep you safe, to protect you from the eyes of others. Your shaky legs and the far distance between the two of you was the only thing to stop you from fleeing the stage.

Your heart skipped several beats when you saw him raise his cigar into the air to signify that he was bidding. Some incomprehensibly large number leaving his lips. Disappointed murmurs filling the room at his offer. Did that mean it was high enough that the other couldn't match it now? Would you get the protector you had desired?

“Sold!”

The loud call broke you out of your trance. When you realized that you hadn’t paid enough attention to know if anyone had passed his wager you began to tremble. Fear clinging to you. Then he stood, your protector standing and making his way to the stage.

The man who sold you nudged you forward with his foot. Not wanting to risk him truly kicking you, you scrambled forward on hands and knees. Making it to the edge of the stage, right in front of the man. He towered above you since you were still sitting on the floor. He sent a glare above your head to your seller.

“I assume you know better than to dare harm the treasure I just purchased from you.”

“Of course not,” the cruel man purred, dripping in ego. “But you haven’t finalized the deal until I get my money, and your treasure has a collar around her pretty little neck.”

Your protector- gosh you hoped your instincts were correct and he would protect you- reached into his pocket pulling out a thick wad of crystalline paper that glimmered in the light. Handing it, offering it to the man who quickly raised it to the light to examine how the light played across it before smiling and pocketing it.

“All yours now, the most that has even been paid for a treasured girl. Wouldn’t have taken you as one to want something he’s now sword to never harm,” the man teased.

A sharp smile matched his cold response,” Why would I ever want to harm such a precious belonging? She would be of little use to me broken.”

Gasps leave your lips as he does place a collar around your neck, tightening it so that you cannot forget that it is there. With every breath and swallow you could feel his ownership of you. A matching leash is wrapped around his hand and hooked to the ring of your collar. A short tether gently yanking you off the stage.

You're still shaking. From the adrenaline and fear as you stumbled along with him. But he keeps a decently slow pace. Steady enough for you to manage. Seeming to be watching out for any stumbles you might take. You could smell the smoke and spices that he gave off. Trying to get as close to him as you could as you walked. He took a seat down back in a similar position as before once he was back to his still open seat.

Standing there near him, wondering what you’re supposed to do. Should you continue to stand or kneel? Your eyes are drawn to his thighs as his hands lightly pats them for you. Scrambling and tripping over yourself to sit in his lap. You were getting your wish to be close to him, protected. Curling up in his lap, smoke being blown out past your face with each puff of the cigar that he took.

Settling into a peaceful, warm, content sense of relaxation you didn’t flinch when his hand grabbed your chin, cigar carefully kept away from your skin in his grasp. Guiding your face towards his lips. Softly kissing you with dry lips, tasting of smoke and licorice. Content beyond words you watch the rest of the auction. Your protector buying a few other items, but not another person. You didn’t understand the point of what he purchased but it didn’t matter. When he was finished with his cigar he put it out against the table. Leaving a small circular burn mark on the otherwise perfect dark wood table. Scooping you into his arms securely as he stood to carry you both away.

He didn't walk far before he stopped at an ornate pillar walking directly towards it. You were confused for a few moments. Until he opened the pillar, carrying you inside. Hmm, the TARDIS.

“May I claim you, my treasure, as my lover?”

“Yes.” 

Your word was scarcely more than a whisper- the first word you had spoken the entire day. The entire night. Perhaps even longer than that. He continued down another hallway bringing you to a lush four poster bed covered in black silk. Laying you down, your gown was a beautiful contrast to the sheets. His hands waste no time sneaking under the gown to discover to his delight that you had been given no undergarments. Squeaking as his fingers quickly press against your entrance. Sliding into you, being filled and stretched by him.

“Look into my eyes, treasure,” he commanded.

You obeyed, struggling to keep your eyes open to look into his hypnotic brown eyes. Everything was fading but his eyes and how good it felt to be filled by him.

Pushing down his pants and boxers with one hand to reveal his hard cock. You immediately understood the need for this preparation with his fingers.

“I will make you feel good,” he soothed as you squirmed at the sight.

At first just the tip, the head of his cock was pushed past the lips of your cunt. Moaning out at how full and stretched you were at your entrance. You needed him deeper, it wasn’t enough yet. Cries being quieted with a kiss as he thrust the rest of the way into you, balls deep in you. His warm skin against yours. There was no more space in your body yet somehow his little thrusts and grinds against you managed to reach deeper. He kissed away the tears accumulating in the corners of your eyes. Telling you over and over again how good you were, taking him so well. Something warm spilled into your body past where he had filled you, leaking out around his cock. Collapsing on top of you for a moment before he found the energy to roll the two of you to change your positions. His show of strength causes you to clench down on his softening cock, earning a small hiss from his lips. Feeling hazy and warm you can’t move enough to stop your assault on his oversensitive cock. He would lift you off of him if it got to be too much for him, you were sure.

“We should do roleplays like this more often, Master,” you muttered against his skin all tired from being fucked so deep. You were sure to be sore later. “I think that’s the roughest you’ve been with me in a while, it was nice.”

He laughed against your skin, “greedy little treasure, you can never get enough can you?”

“Not if it's you,” you longingly replied. “You might have to help me walk later, I don’t think I can.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

#delgado!master x reader #the master x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 14

Words: 1158

Warnings: talk of possible character death (none occurs)

Stalling in his calculations the Master noticed your striking absence. Sliding his pen into the page of his workbook with care, before pushing back his sleeve to reveal his watch. Imported and expensive, of course. And almost entirely for show. It confirmed what he already knew as he frowned. You were dreadfully late. Already you should have been darting around his study, unable to focus on any one distraction. Hyperactive until he brought your attention onto himself. Only then would you calm down, likely with your head in his lap. 

In a sharp, quick motion the workbook was placed on the table as the Master stood. He wasn't panicking. You had simply lost track of time. Outside. In the cold. Kilometers away from any signs of civilization. Hardly something to worry over his little human about.

The Master picked up his pace. The TARDIS noticed his panic to reach the console room and manipulated the rooms accordingly. Silently he sent a mental thanks to the machine. Normally he despised the intervention but in this moment it was more than welcome.

He tossed on a thick coat, you would certainly need it once he found you. Shoving an additional pair of gloves into the pocket as well. Fully panicking, the Master threw open the doors. He needed to find you. Now.

The bitter cold made even him shiver as he ventured into the snow. Following the path of foot steps you had made. The snow dampened his dress pants. There had not been anytime to change his shoes into something more suitable than the dress shoes he already wore. Already far enough that the TARDIS wasn’t visible and there were no signs of your current location. There were plenty of signs that you had been there. The footsteps, a snow angel as you had told him it was called, and a small tower of snow shaped into spheres. 

Continuing on the Master worried over if he would find you. Even with his quick pace it was possible that he would be too late to find you in this cold. Freezing in place the Master realized his greatest flaw in his panic. The TARDIS could locate you. Or well, specifically he could use it to locate living beings. What use was a ship that blended in with the surroundings if one was seen leaving it? Hence it was capable of locating living creatures within a general vicinity. He could use that to find you, and if you were out of range he could always follow your path and overlap the range...

Frowning, the Master debated on how far he should go in his search before it was better to return to the TARDIS to locate you in this manner. If he was already nearby he would waste more time returning. Deciding that it was better to use the TARDIS he almost ran back down the path. Slowly he noted that the footsteps were not as clear in showing a direction than he had noticed. He would have to see if there was another path of footsteps nearby that he had not taken the time to discover.

TARDIS back in sight he took a quick peak around the machine to see if there was another direction you had gone. Hmm. Nothing, how odd. 

Crashing into the ship, the Master surged over to the controls. Adjusting them to search for humans alone. While there was unlikely to be anyone else around, he didn’t want to spend a moment tracking down anyone else. 

Nothing.

There were no human life forms within the range of the TARDIS sensors. Rushing to take off and land to the edge of where it could reach. Running the program again. Looking outside to ensure that your footsteps had not gone off into a different direction before taking off again. Repeating the same actions over and over again to the same result. At a few points he had lost your path and had to backtrack until he found it again. At the end of the hour he reached the end of your path at the edge of a cliff. 

Frozen in fear at how close to the edge your path had gotten. Swallowing his apprehension the Master peered over the edge. Melting in temporary relief that your body was not at the bottom. He wasn’t sure he would survive it if you-

A new form of agonizing fear crawled into the Master’s hearts, taking residence with an ease that he had never allowed before. It had been an hour of searching and you were not to be found. Could you be? Were you? If you were not alive the TARDIS would not be able to find you. His inattention had gotten you killed, hadn’t it? There was no one to blame but himself for deciding that working was more important than looking after you.

The very least he could do is find your body. His precious human, alive in his memories. Glancing over at the controls the Master could not find it in himself to move. He did not want to accept that he had lost you. The most precious person in his existence. Lost by his own foolishness.

Or, did you have to be gone? He could still find you, if he was meticulous in his timing he could jump to when you were here and pick you up before the cold could take its toll. It would create the moment of despair that he had just experienced; however, it would ensure that it would not come to true fruition. If he never sought out your body, then you were never confirmed to be dead.

As his fingers brushed against the controls that would have him breaking a law of time, the sound of footfalls caught his attention.

“Did you finish your calculations early, Master?”

You were there. Calmly walking into the room with a blanket draped over your shoulders like a cape. Alive, well, and only slightly still flushed from the cold. You had been here the whole time he was searching. A relief flooded his veins.

Without conscious thought he was by your side, pulling you into his arms. Lips passionately pressing against your warm, cracked lips. You had ignored his advice to put on chapstick earlier in your excitement to explore the winter wonderland outside the doors. Pulling away from your lips with reluctance. You were captivating, enticing, magnetic- to him. He rested his head against yours.

“I believe you wanted to share some traditional Christmas movies with me when I was done, my dear? I decided that now was a good as time as any for a break.”

He needed to be near you for a while longer to calm his hearts from their sorrow. What better excuse than hours of entertainment in which you would be eager to cuddle. The warm smile breaking out on your face helped to further thaw his fears.

#delgado!master x reader #the master x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 6

Words: 682

Warnings: None

“Shhh,” you whispered to the actuators as they swarmed and whirled around you. “If you don’t keep calm you’ll wake him up!”

Otto was sleeping for the first time in almost a week, his projects keeping him up as his self imposed deadlines kept him from even thinking of rest. It was the only reason that you had the courage to attempt to mess with the actuators while he was asleep. Normally getting near them unexpectedly would wake him up, but with the way his face was shoved into the pillow, soft snores from his slightly parted lips. Well... You knew he wasn’t going to wake up easily.

Attempting to wrestle one of them into the little mitten that you had been covertly making when Otto was distracted was more difficult than you anticipated. They just kept moving around in excitement! Or at least you had decided it was excitement.

It had taken you most of the past month to covertly make the four different pattern mitten adjacent knits. They were incredibly long so that they would cover as much of the arms as possible, but leaving them still free to move and see. Several times Otto had almost caught you. It was a toss up in your mind if he would find it cute or would forbid you to give them to the actuators. So begging forgiveness instead of asking permissions was the name of the game.

Sure, the actuators were metal but that didn’t mean they didn't need to be kept warm! Okay, so maybe you just wanted a barrier between yourself and the cold metal of the arms. It was so cold outside now and the arms were freezing to the touch. Unable to bare forcing them to stop playing games with you, you needed a way to keep them from freezer burning your skin.

Finally done getting the first one on you waited for their evaluation of your work. Curiously looking and examining what you had given to one of them. It wasn’t long before you had three nosy actuators begging for attention. Holding up the next warmer you were met with three pushy arms trying to force their way in. Lightly tapping two of them to scold them for trying to stretch out the knit. 

Their eager desires to cooperate now made it easier to get them all into their cozy sweaters. Hmm, yeah they were more like sweaters. When Otto asked you would just call them that instead. It would make a lot more sense than mittens.

Giggling as the four dressed up actuators gave “kisses” in the form of light taps against your face. Before picking you up in their grapes to pull you into bed with Otto. Covering your mouth in surprise at the little squeal you let out, glancing at Otto in worry that you woke him up. You really hoped that you didn’t wake him. He needed the rest! Taking advantage of your distraction the actuators tucked you into Otto’s arms, practically swaddling you with blankets against his side so that you couldn’t escape with surgical precision.

“Hmh, settle down and let me sleep,” Otto muttered out in his gravely sleep-infected voice in response to your squirming.

“Yes, yes. You love your gifts and want to show them off to me. I’m sure it can wait until morning.”

Oh maybe it wasn’t in response to you...

Otto’s warm body next to you made you feel more and more exhausted yourself. Mission Christmas Actuators was finished so it wouldn't hurt to sleep. Besides, how else would you encourage the actuators to let him rest than to sleep beside him. Freeing them of any source of distraction.

“It’s sweet of you to have made them something Christmassy, my dear. It makes them look almost cute. Of course, you do understand that I’m not letting them wear those out.”

You smiled into Otto’s skin.

“Course, wouldn’t want anyone to see and tease you about your holiday spirit.” 

Yawning you burrowed closer, letting him wrap his arm around you as you both let sleep capture you.

#doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #otto x reader #Pleasantmas Advent Calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 12- Good Soup [Chapter 2]

Words: 2720

Warnings: Sick!Reader, descriptions of sick symptoms, night terrors, iv fluids, sedation, nudity, non-sexual intimacy

Shadows hovered and grew around your paralyzed form. It was unsettling to have creatures observing you. You couldn’t remember when you had been separated from the Doctor, or been captured.  Body felt too heavy to move and you knew that you were in danger. Your only hope would be the Doctor swooping in to save you.

Several minutes passed with them watching you, none of you moving. The blinding darkness of one of them moved closer suddenly, stopping you from being able to see beyond the growing darkness. It was worse than when the Doctor had taken you to see a black hole in person. Darkness that grew and overtook any receptors in your eyes. No light, no wavelength could make its way to your wide eyes. Panic had overtaken you as your mind had assumed that never would you see again. Blinded by wonder of something so incredible yet terrifying that your mind had melted away into base reactions alone.

The shadowed creature reaching for you inspired a similar reaction but the awe you felt only held terror. The arms of dark shadows pressing against you. Managing the energy to fight back you thrashed against them. Pinning you down. The strength of the creature outweighed your own, only needing one arm to hold you in place. Messing with some sort of equipment on the side of the bed you were kept hostage on. 

Head spinning as something foreign overtook your mind. Black spot overtaking your vision. It only encouraged you to continue your fight against them. You needed to escape, the Doctor wasn’t here. It was up to you to save yourself until she could save you. Teeth digging into the inky black form, enough to make them let you go in surprise. Stumbling out of the bed, the line connecting your arm to some sort of pole snatching. Not allowing you to flee with ease. Tugging at it you attempted to yank it from your arm, to free yourself from the unknown substance infecting you. 

“Stop fighting!” The call of your name in a familiar voice disarmed you for a moment.

The black creature taking on a glow, the form of your Doctor. The moment hung suspended in time. Your body relaxing, no longer tense. No need to fight now, she was here. Reality only took a few moments to come crashing back to you. The haze of shadows surrounding the image of her gave you a clue that this was a trick. The creatures somehow knew that her image, this illusion, would make you complacent.

Fighting back even more viciously as reality swirled around you, your attempts to fight futile. Dragged by hundred of hands down into the nothingness that surrounded you. Tingling skin, as the darkness started to burn your senses.

The next time you knew the world once more you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes. A squeeze of your hand as it was pressed back down had you stopping. The crook of your arm was all achey. And the gentle pressure of another hand in yours was nice. Soft yet calloused skin from tinkering intertwined with yours.

You slowly recognized that the Doctor was next to you. Her coat draped over the blankets covering your legs. Leaving her in just her long undershirt and t-shirt on top. Muscles tense, well defined with how flexed they were. Ready to jump into action at a moment's notice.

"Not going to argue with me this time?" She stares you down, looking into your very soul with stern eyes. "Going to finally listen to me and stay where I've put you for your own good."

The steady beeping and machinery slowly started to make sense to you. Sedated. With your inability to breathe and deteriorating condition, the Doctor had sedated you. Allowing for your body to catch up with fluids. Had you been fighting to leave bed in your sedated state? 

Suddenly the Doctor was in your personal space. It was her's, if she wanted it. You weren't going to dare object to sharing the same air between the two of you. Her eyes were closed, stopping the moment from being overwhelmingly intimate. You could feel her hair brushing against your cheek with the little sway of your faces. Foreheads pressed together.

All too soon she pulled away.

"Temperature is much better. Think you might be on the mend soon."

Disappointment flooded you at the clinical explanation for the tender moment of contact between you.

“That’s good then,” you croaked out.

Your throat hurt now that you had tried to use it. Before you could process it a cup was held up to your lips. Greedily you took gulps of water before the cup was forced away. Coughing as some of the water tried to go down wrong.

“Oi! Small sips now.”

You took her warning to heart as you took small sips when the water was returned to you. She tipped the cup slowly to ensure that you couldn’t drink too much at once this time. Several minutes later you had finally finished the half a glass she allowed you.

“Now what?”

“Now, you rest.”

“But Doctor,” you whined. “I was just sleeping.”

The stern glare she sent your way had you backing down. Okay, guess you were going to rest more. The Doctor could be intimidating when she wanted to be. Already bored now that you didn’t feel that death was a better option for you, you stared up at the ceiling. Tracing patterns that weren’t there into the smooth, blank surface.

The subtle looks out of the corner of your eye showed that the Doctor had begun to busy herself with other things. It looked like she was reading some sort of guide for being sick. All you could imagine now was the Doctor curled up like this in her own room. Shoes off, as she curled up in a chair with her legs folded up beneath her. A book with the stereotypical yellow cover boasting “A guide to humans for dummies”, on it. Maybe you should see if a book like that really existed, it would help her a lot some days.

Hearing your stifled laughter, an eyebrow was raised in question at you. Silently asking you what was so funny. Shaking your head you dismissed her questions. Knowing that it wouldn’t be funny to her. Besides, keeping her curious was nice sometimes. Revenge for all the guessing she made you do. It might be petty, but you were sick. You were allowed to be petty.

Giving up on asking before she even truly attempted it, the Doctor turned back to her book. When she was sufficiently distracted you slowly creeped your hand closer and closer to the nightstand. Reaching into it you managed to grab your phone. Maybe you could watch a movie or something. Well, maybe not a movie. A game? The Doctor would probably not notice that.

“Hand it over,” she commanded with an outstretched hand. Not even looking in your direction.

How had she known?

With a grumble you surrendered it to her waiting palm.

“You can play on your phone in a couple hours. Right now it will only give you a headache again.”

Pouting even when you knew she was right you laid there dreadfully bored. Drifting in and out of focus, but refusing to sleep again on principle. The minutes dragged along, achingly slow. Ugh. This was a new form of hell. Maybe sleeping would be better just to make it pass sooner.

The loud slam shut of her book stole your attention back. Head snapping in her direction. Ow.

“New plan, quick shower first!”

“What?”

"You're too worked up to go to sleep, and so unwilling to try. So let's get you cleaned up and then you can sleep."

She was a hurricane of movement suddenly. Gathering whatever you could need for your shower. New cozy pjs, warm soft towels. Door opened that led to the shower, wandering in and around as she prepared for you.

Climbing slowly out of bed you managed to forget that the IV existed. It yanked you back into bed with a stumble as you failed to move away from the mattress. Hands rushed to steady you, the clanging of plastic bottles as they landed harshly on the floor just as startling as your body being yanked back. 

“Careful there! Can’t have you knocked unconscious, that wouldn't be the rest you require.”

The Doctor’s fingers trailed across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Pressing down firmly against your wrist with unrelenting pressure. Heartbeat echoing against your joined skin.

“Little fast, wonder why,” she let her curiosity hang in the air between the two of you.

She didn't push, only waited to see if you would admit to her why your heart would be racing. Ignorante of her affect. Satisfied at least with how your heart wasn’t broken in some manner, she carefully drew the IV out of your arm.

It felt strange. You were more than thankful when it was finally over. Rushing away the Doctor gathered the fallen supplies before she made her way back to your side. It took you longer than it should have to realize that you needed to stand up to make your way to the bathroom. Leaning against her body for support as you hobbled over to the bathroom. 

Legs heavy feeling. Attempting to drag you down to the floor. It was more exhausting that you had been anticipating. Unable to conceived of feeling this much weight in your entire body. To yourself you could finally admit that perhaps the Doctor had been right, you should be resting. Still you had gotten this far, been this stubborn. You didn’t dare give her ammunition to use against you now.

Only once she had helped you to remove them did you realize how uncomfortable your jeans had been. Neither of you had thought to take them off, forgetting that they were there to hinder your comfort. Too tired to be flustered even her hands brushing against your bare skin as she took off your shirt garnered almost no reaction from your body. It was intimate in a somehow innocent manner. Simply her helping you to get relief from the sinus pressure, fuzzy head, and general discontent from the state of your body.

The soft pattering of the shower head and the steam collecting to fog up the bathroom made the aches of your body fade into the background. Dozens of tissues were held to your nose for you to expel all of the snot that had taken residence. FInally able to breathe out of your nose. A happy sigh of relief left your open lips.

No shyness existed in you as the Doctor removed your bra and panties. The sickness had flushed it out of you along with your ability to feel any shame or embarrassment. Needing to lean on her as you stepped into the shower under the onslaught of water. TIghtly gripping her arm when your legs wavered. Abandoning you for a moment in order to shove off her suspenders and trousers, before joining you under the water. 

Her shirt sticking to her undershirt, water causing it to cling to her skin. Didn’t seem to care one bit that she was soaked. Instead entirely focused on making sure that your hair was slowly washed, skin lathered, and that you were generally kept from falling to the floor beneath you. Once your hair was rinsed out, you couldn’t help but press your head against her chest. Ignoring the wet fabric now trying to cling to your face in favor of just enjoying when she held you. Fingers cascading through wet hair, attempting to hold onto wet skin that her fingers slipped from.

Humming little songs under her breath, almost hidden by the noise of the water. Letting you tire yourself out just from standing alone. The hot water feeling so wonderful against your tense muscles. Nimble fingers working through knots in your back as she let time pass without complaint. Without acknowledgement of how your body was starting to sink more and more into the ground, into her body- her gravity. Following her lead you allowed her to pull you from underneath the water. Towel secured around you as she quickly shed her sopping wet clothes. 

Wetly flopping onto the tile where she tossed them. Discarding them as an issue for later. As if magically someone other than her would be able to take care of them. Now as naked as you were she turned her attention back to your shivering wet form. Gently rubbing your skin down until it was mostly dry, only slightly damp in some areas. It was a chore to pull on the underwear she had brought in for you. Noticing your struggles, the Doctor elected to finish helping you dress. Soft fuzzy fabrics encircled your rapidly deteriorating - in terms of wakefulness- body. The Doctor had to practically carry you back to bed. Without the scalding water, shivers racked your form. It was cold. You complained as much to her.

With an indulgent smile she climbed into your bed, keeping you in her arms. It was a struggle for her to grab her jacket to pull around your body as an additional layer to keep you warm. Mainly as you refused to let go of her. Shoving your face against her warm skin, lips pressed against her collarbone. Happily humming as she lifted the hood to cover your head. Layers upon layers of clothes and blankets overtop of you. Clinging to her with a feverous intensity as coughs began to wrack your body again. Warm and content you allowed yourself to stop fighting the sleep that threatened to drag you down.

In and out of awareness, as every time your mind surfaced with any form of clarity she was there. The comfort of knowing that she had stayed as your personal body pillow allowing you to relax and be pulled back under into the blissfulness of the dreaming world. No more terrors to attack your mind while the Doctor was watching over you. She would always protect you.

It wasn’t long for you until you finally emerged from the grasps of sleep to the gentle hum of the TARDIS. Lights still dim as candle light, creating a cozy environment in your room. It took you a few moments to realize that the light no longer hurt your eyes. You felt, well, still tired, but otherwise good. Healthy. No longer as dreadfully sick as before. It would probably be a few more days of you taking it easy before you were ready to venture outside of the TARDIS but you should be able to manage leaving your bedroom now. So long as the Doctor was willing to allow it.

“Am I considered well enough for a brief venture outside of this room? Please Doctor? Just the kitchen, I promise I won’t make anything too laborious.”

Looking down at you with eyes alight the Doctor smiled at you. Shuffling about as she attempted to free the two of you from the cocoon that you had both crafted together. Her hair was sticking up wildly. Unable to fully free herself before she crashed to the floor, covers still tangled around her legs. Now she was looking up at you as her face lit up with laughter at her own clumsiness.

Untangling herself as she spoke, “Alright. We can take a look around for something in the pantry.” Scooping you up into her arms again, “But I’m not allowing you to walk there yourself.”

Noses touching. So close to each other. You couldn’t help blurting out your feelings for her when this close, this overwhelmed with affection for how she lovingly took care of you when you were a sick mess. Who could resist confessing to her now? Maybe someone not still slightly sick who realized that it was not the most romantic of times.

“I love you,” you blurted out in a rush.

Somehow she managed to glow even more than before.

“I love you too,” no hesitation in her return of your love. “Now! Let's go get you some food. I could go for a nice toastie, myself.”

#13th doctor x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 18

Words: 735

Warnings: None

Sipping your drink to hide your fond smile as one of your favorite co-workers stumbled away from you and Steven to join the mass of bodies all tangled together on the dance floor. The fancy glimmering ballroom your work had rented out for the company holiday party was massive. In your mind it was a little bit overkill. Almost everyone was far too drunk to enjoy it properly, and would scarcely remember it. But it wasn’t your money.

You had loved the chance to dress up in a fancy dress for once. And it was even better to get to see Steven in a suit. He had chosen one that reminded him of his moon knight suit but was different enough to avoid dangerous comparisons. The cream color of the suit, suiting his skin. The tight fit showing off his well maintained body. Overall he looked better than you did! No matter how much he claimed otherwise. 

The two of you had mainly come for the excuse to dress up, and the free fancy food. Which due to the founder of your company being vegan had been mainly vegan. Basically the two of you had treated it like a fancy date night where you were going to run into a bunch of people you knew. 

While your coworkers got plastered, the two of you had savored the fancy cocktails and decadent desserts. Just enjoying each other’s company. Humoring the drunk conversations of your peers while the two of you talked- in the moments of time you got to yourselves- about the new project Steven had started at the university he had become a professor at this past year.

The music choice had gotten more and more subdued as time went on, the DJ trying to encourage people to leave to start moving to the pubs as time ran out on the venue. The last several songs being slow dances that people were growing tired of trying to grind to. 

Smiling at Steven you teased, “I think the DJ is trying to tell us to slow dance at least once tonight Steven.”

“I- ummm, don’t really know how to dance. Might be best not to, I know that all your fancy coworkers are plastered but I don’t wanna embarrass you...”

“You wouldn’t,” you assured him. “But it’s fine if you don’t want to.”

Steven’s face changed, brows furrowing and lips tightening.

“Oh, he wants to, he just isn’t going to take the initiative.”

Marc’s rough American accent had you relaxing. You had feared that his tightened expression had been due to Khonshu coming to put an end to your relaxing evening. Marc gave you a small smile as he brushed the curls Steven had carefully styled back. Pulling at the suit trying to get comfortable in it.

“It’s odd seeing you in Steven’s suit,” you admitted.

“Yeah, I’m just much more of a mummy suit guy, aren’t I,” Marc snarked back.

Grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor against what you assumed were mental protests from Steven. Marc smoothly guided you into a slow dancing position, fondly rolling his eyes at the music that started playing.

“What don’t want to dance with me in the moonlight Marc,” you teased as you both swayed.

“Nah, much rather dance in here, you’d freeze out there.”

Laughing at his comment as you laid your head against his shoulder and enjoyed the gentle sway. You had not expected to see Marc tonight, he had claimed that work parties were not his thing.

“Steven is actually a better dancer than me, he actually knows ballroom dance. Of course he’s never actually danced with a partner so he’s too nervous to show off,” Marc slowly explained his earlier fronting. “He’s backseat judging my dancing right now in fact.”

With a playful wink Marc silently told you that he was being bad on purpose, helping to encourage Steven to take control. He was getting you, your dance. A shutter went through the body before Steven took back control. Fixing both your postures subtly and starting to lead you into a simple waltz.

“Can’t let Marc keep almost stepping on your toes. LIke a bull in a china shop on purpose I swear!”

You laughter filled the air as Steven and you danced the rest of the night away together until the venue came to kick the rest of you out.

#steven grant x reader #steven x reader #marc spector x reader #marc x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 25- Festive Aftermath

Words: 1683

Warnings: none

Your pounding headache was already making you wish you had never woken up moments after stirring. With a quiet groan to avoid making the throbbing worse you shoved your face into the soft velvet under your head. Attempts for deep breaths hindered by the skin tight cloth still on your body.  Brow furrowing you tried to remember why you had not gotten undressed before bed. It was a haze of being convinced to drink some small amount of water and being led to bed with soft touches, and promised kisses.

Gentle pressure against the back of your head, tangling with your hair soothed your aching brain. Mhm, Master. Another one of his hands found its way to the exposed skin of your thigh, creeping up past the fabric to rub tantalizing circles against the bone of your hip.

“Good morning, my dear. I hope that your head settles soon. I fear my attempts to convince you to drink water last night were not as successful as desired.”

Forcing a pleased hum past your lips as his nails caressed your upper thigh in a delightfully distracting manner.

“I must have been a handful if the only bit of clothing you could manage to remove from our persons was your gloves,” you weakly teased in a scratchy morning voice.

Laughing softly into your hair as he replied, “as much as I would enjoy the sensation of your skin pressed against mine. I simply did not want you to freeze, my dear. Our host has been far from ideal, neglecting to give us proper clothes for the night.”

Managing to pull your face away you glanced around the room. It was elaborate, gold detailing on all the furniture. It looked cold. Mist forming with each exhale now that you had fled your cocoon. With a pitiful, mourning sound that created more mist, you shoved your face back into the warmth of the Master’s shoulder.

Creaking broke your concentration from attempting to warm up your chilled nose. Daring to leave the warmth of the Master’s body again you looked up to see your host enter, with a servant carrying a tray of steaming goodies.

“My deepest apologies for not being aware of your human lover's level of metabolism towards liquor. Had I known, I would have ensured that I bought a suitable beverage for her.”

“I have found your hospitality to be most lacking,” the Master drawled as he shifted your body closer to his. Bringing the blankets along with your body. Keeping every inch possible covered in layers of fabric.

“Not only have you neglected to bring proper nourishment for her needs, you have neglected her health in other manners.”

Your host looked panicked at the Master’s tone. Understanding that he was on the verge of death at the hands of your angered Time Lord.

“I assure you that I intended no slight! To make up for my poor hospitality I have procured food that will meet her needs. I would also extend to you the full assortment of designs my tailor has made in my service, and an invitation to spend the rest of your holiday at the cabin I own a mere hours walk from here. Fully stocked at my expense with anything you ask for of my staff.”

Looking up at the Master you silently begged him to agree. It sounded so fun to play dress up together and seclude yourselves in a quaint cabin in the woods. Besides with the TARDIS able to be summoned with his new remote start you would always have a getaway if needed. He could always return to kill your host later, anyway.

“That will be a suitable apology for the moment,” the Master acquiesced. 

The servant entered the room as soon as your host stepped out of the doorways he had been blocking. Resting the tray down on the side table for the two of you, before moving to open the blinds.

Grumbling at the sunlight that shinned directly onto your face. You had just started to feel better too. The Master hummed in consideration as he evaluated the food and drink that had been given to the two of you. LIfting a delicate tea cup to his nose, inhaling before taking a miniscule sip of the steaming liquid. 

Holding it to your lips with a warning, “only a small sip, my dear girl. It will help your hangover but it is hot and too much will only upset your stomach.”

The bitter taste of herbs made you scowl. But your aching head stopped throbbing as he took it away, so you supposed the taste was worth it.

While the host had left the two of you alone, the servant was still there. Coaxing a fire to start in the neglected fireplace with some firewood they had procured from another servant at the doorway to your stolen room.

The Master gestured for you to start eating in bed as he moved to the nearby  desk for a pad of paper and pen. Scribbling down a list with haste. Lightly burning your tongue on the steaming rolls you moaned in satisfaction from the taste. You were not better than a peasant when it came to food, sometimes warm bread was all that you needed to be content. 

Of course that didn’t stop you from partaking and enjoying the other delicacies offered to you on the tray. Exoctic fruit, luxurious and indulgent spreads. This planet's version of omelets, warm, fluffy and delicious. Caught up in the array you didn’t bother to wonder what the Master was scribbling down. At least until he handed it off to the servant before she moved to leave the room. But that curiosity was soon answered before she could escape your lover’s threat.

“I expect to find all these items and provisions at the cabin your employer has so generously offered. Or you and he will discover why I am a man feared across the universe firsthand.”

The poor woman left with a fearful curtsey. Legs trembling and almost dropping her to the floor beneath her. Laughing you unfurled yourself from the blankets and gestured for the Master to come join you.

“Come enjoy this little feast in bed with me Master. I want to take advantage of the extra warmth the covers provide for a while longer.”

“Of course, my dear. Is everything to your satisfaction?”

You smiled at the nervous look on his face, as if your disapproval of food he had not even gotten for you would kill him in some manner. You! As if he wasn’t the more dangerous of the two of you.

“Yes, Master. I am content, never you worry about that. However, I would be even more satisfied if you elected to join me in bed again.”

“That is more than possible, my dear. I could not be separated from your side by Hades himself.”

Sliding back into bed with you the Master scoured the choices on the tray. Deciding on a toasted muffin slathered with jam already. Taking a bite of his delicacy, crumbs covering his lips and jam collecting in the corner of his mouth.

“Good?”

“Yes, much better than I had assumed they would have managed.”

Kissing the corners of his mouth, sucking up the jam. Humming as you pull back.

“You’re right, that is good,” giving him a smile that boarded innocence and seduction.

"Seductive minx, you will one day be my undoing."

Popping a small fruit into your mouth that exploded against your tastebuds with sour and floral notes stopped you from replying immediately. Swallowing quickly so you could respond.

"Well I certainly hope not! It wouldn't be any fun without you Master."

Indulging, the two of you tried everything on the bountiful spread. Feeding each other anything that you thought the other would enjoy, or that was strange- to both laugh about the odd sensations and combinations. 

Skin more flushed with rosy warmth and hangover gone you began to sit up, allowing the covers you had refused to part with leave your body. Taking it as his cue the Master escaped the bed, lifting you up into his arm- blanket and all. Giggling as he kicked open the door and carried you down the hallway. Squirming in his arms to be let down, wanting to walk on your own so that he had his hands free. Just in case any other dangerous guests had spent the night in your host’s hospitality.

With great reluctance the Master let you down. Pressing a quick thankful kiss to his cheek before you started to saunter down the hall. Making the blanket that had been wrapped around you into a dramatic cape. Swishing it around as you skipped, being pulled by the Master down the correct hallways as you wandered blindly.

“Where are we going Master?”

“To take advantage of our host’s generous offer of his entire castle wardrobe being our for the plundering.”

“Is it really stealing if it was offered under duress,” you teased back.

“Of course not, we are simply following his instructions to take advantage of him,” the Master conspired back while throwing open the doors to the room in the middle of the hallway.

Rushing back a few steps to rejoin him, your eyes lit up in wonder at the sight of so many elaborate dresses and suits. Some literally glimmering due to the gold thread they were sewn with. Stepping into the room slowly, head turning to look in every direction before your excitement overtook you.

Running down the rows of clothes, letting your hands run across the fabrics like a small child would. But unlike a small child you were never going to be reprimanded or told to behave. Well, at least not related to this.

Turning back to the Master a wicked smile broke out across your face.

“We are going to have so much fun, Master!”

He grabbed you into a tango down the halls, causing the two of you to get further entangled into the racks.

“Oh, my beloved. We will be glorious.”

#ainley!master x reader #the master x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 24- Secret Santa Fic

Words: 1162

This is my Secret Santa fic for @ranxiaolong from the Thirsting for Thirteen Server. (I am so sorry this honestly feels so OOC and almost like a crack fic lol, but I hope you enjoy at least a part of it!)

Warning: tense relationship between Master and Reader, Sleezy Man and being forced to interact with him, Death by TCE, threats

You rolled your eyes at the Master as he fiddled with his suit for the millionth time this night while you both waited for the perfect time to make your entrance. Waited. Outside. In the cold. 

“Stop being so overdramatic,” the Master reprimanded you.

Now taking to finger combing through his own hair. It already looked fine.

“Well, Master,” you sweetly began. “You’re not the one stuck in a fancy but thin dress for your little game of dress up and fail to dominate the universe.”

Your tone was backed with steel by the end of your retort. His scowl doing nothing to stop you from continuing.

“And if you don’t like my thoughts, stop listening to them.”

“I should leave you out in the cold and go enjoy that party by myself. No appreciation for a dress perfect for the occasion that cost more than your planet is worth.”

“You call the Earth worthless all the time,” you dryly replied.

“Even coal the size of a planet is worth more than you’ve ever made in your life.”

You hoped that he couldn't see your small smile in the building’s reflection that he was using to fix his outfit. While it seemed hostile you knew that your shared banter was filled with hardly hidden fondness. Still sometimes you worried he still had no sense of what was survivable for humans, no matter how fond of you he was he never seemed to bother to learn.

“It’s cold, Master,” you reminded him after waiting another minute for him to decide it was finally time to go inside.

“Oh alright, impatient aren’t you. Just can’t wait for me to act like a lovesick fool.”

With a flourish the Master offered his arm to you. For his plan to work he insisted that you needed to be his date, to be clearly seen as an item. Otherwise there was no hope for his clever plan. He had teased you that with your clear and justified infatuation with him that you would have no problems pulling off a lovesick puppy following him around. You had shot back that you were a great actor and he was an idiot to fall for your act this whole time. The attempts to tell him he was wrong were only met with laughter. So the two of you had not practiced at all how to appear as a couple. 

You had tried to ask what he would be doing differently to sell the act on his part, but he hadn’t bothered to respond. 

The ballroom you entered was glamorous but honestly not the focus of your attention. No, the diamond and gold that adorned every surface were secondary to your relief that you could once again feel your fingers and toes. Gliding across the floor with the Master you were led to greet multiple couples, glasses of some sort of champagne thrust into your hands by waiters adorned with gold leaf. The bubbles tingling against your tongue, small horderves taking the edge off of your hunger. You had been promised ramen after the Master stole whatever he was looking to steal. It would be a far better pretend date than this one was. The glamor and stuff atmosphere doing little to help your growing boredom. At least the small amount of food was good, if miniscule. 

You turned back into the Master’s conversation with the man across from you right in time to be outraged.

“Any chance I can steal your date, she’s a pretty thing. I promise to take good care of her,” the sleeze was talking as if you were a commodity and not a person. 

“Sure, why not,” the Master responded.

Oh you were going to kill him. You were not an object to be traded around, you did not care what his plan involved. It was not going to involve this. Before you could slap him, the Master released you and backed away. Practically sprinting away as if he knew that you were going to murder him. He was a dead Time Lord once you got your hands on him. You would make sure to force him through multiple bodies before you would forgive him. 

“Shall we dance,” your closer victim asked. There was no doubt in your mind that you would find a way to kill this man too for the audacity to treat you this way.

Possessively the man dared to grip onto you. It would be one of his last mistakes. Ignoring your impulse to break his hands you allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. It wouldn’t do to get thrown in jail tonight by being hastey. You would come up with a plan to eviscerate this man in v your own time. Song after song you spun around in amateur circles.

“Would you like to go somewhere, more private,” the man’s breath smelled horrid as he leaned in to yell his question at you as if it was a secret. 

“I don’t want to be here with you surrounded by people, why the hell would I go to a secondary location with you,” you dryly responded.

“She’s joking. Of course she would love to go with you,” the Master interjected. 

You shot him a dirty look for only choosing now to interfere. And he wasn’t even interfering to your benefit. The man dragged you down several hallways flashing some sort of security badge at numerous doorways to get through the halls. Stopping in a room that had made him enter a password along with his card that held some sort of odd jewelry. Your eye drawn to it, over and over. Something was important about them, but that could wait. Right now you needed to be insulted by the fact that the man had started to take off the restricting  jacket that had his badge. Surging towards you with open arms. Gross.

Hands wrapped around your waist pulling you back as with a flick the Master shrunk the man down into a doll.

“Sorry if you were attached, love. But we can’t have that man kissing you, not in front of your date. A complete faux pas, mortifying really. I wouldn’t be caught dead committing one like that.”

If you had the time you would wipe that smug smile off of his face.

“I get that you needed him to get us into the room, what I don’t get is why that involved loaning me out like a favored toy,” you deadpanned back to him humorlessly.

“He’s known for being fond of a pretty face,” the Master responded as he shoved the jewelry into his deep pockets, picking up the security badge from the floor.

“Aw, you think I’m pretty, Master?”

He gave you a look of confusion, “ that’s what you’re focusing on?”

“Slapping you wouldn't be productive so I’m choosing to think about something else. Now let's go, you owe me a lot of ramen dates for this.”

#dhawan!master x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 22

Words: 605

Warnings: none

The Master frowned at the crowded shop, pouting that even with ordering ahead the two of you had to wait. Rubbing soothing circles against his palm, taking advantage of your intertwined hands. Trying to keep him calm as you did not want to deal with him being grumpy later when the paparazzi caught up to the two of you. His PR team had been carefully crafting this plan for weeks. Wanting to get caught up in the buzz around the holiday cups to show that Harold Saxon was just a normal man like anyone else. You had thought that the obsessive need of his to make sure that the public wanted to vote for him beyond what the Archangel network was doing was odd but you let him have his way. It didn’t hurt to have his name in the back of casual voter’s minds, to gain more support from party leaders with the clamoring of the public. 

“Remind me to yell at my PR team later for choosing the most popular Starbucks in the whole of London,” he grumbled to you.

“Will do,” you whispered back. 

Already longing for your drink, it was a surprisingly nice day out so you had decided to indulge yourself and order a cold drink full of sugar and caffeine. It meant that you were not going to have one of the holiday cups but you figured that it could allow the public to decide on their own if you had dragged him out or if he wanted the cup himself. Either way, humanity was biased towards the answer they already liked in their head. As the crowd shifted as orders were called. The Master leading the two of you closer to the front to wait impatiently. You tried to distract him from showing his impatience by asking about the plans for the walk, how the campaign was going and what he thought should be done next. He certainly knew what you were doing but played into your efforts. A few people seemed to recognize him but held back from interrupting the two of you. RIghtfully assuming that this really wasn’t the palace to ask to talk to him, or being doubtful that they were correct in their identification.

His fake name being called only served to confirm what those people had been thinking. A teen girl catching his attention was a soft question as you stepped forward to grab your drinks. You turned back in time to hand his cup over to him as he agreed to a picture with the awestruck girl. Hiding your smile at her flushed face as you took a sip. She was rightfully flustered by his voice. It was hypnotic. After she thanked him shyly for the picture he seemed to be struck by inspiration. 

Grabbing over 100 pounds from his pocket to hand over to a bewildered worker placing another drink down. 

“Here, I’m paying for however many orders this covers. Pay it forward and all that,” he joked with an alluring smile. 

Reaching for another handful of pounds to shove into the tip jar before he took your hand and pulled you along with him out of the store. Not forcing his way past the gathering of people but weaving in and out around them. Letting out a relieved sigh when the sidewalk was not as closely crowded as the store had been.

After a sip of his drink he looked over at yours, mischief alight in his eyes. Leaning over to steal a sip before you could protest.

“Well that’s just not fair, your drink is much better than mine!”

#simm!master x reader #the master x reader #pleasantmas advent calendar

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 1

Words: 1623

Warnings: Smut, oral (female receiving), hypnotism, voice kink

“I am the Master, and you will obey me,” his voice was firm, brokering no possible argument from the other party.

Squirming in the seat you had been offered you mentally thanked the universe that the Master was in front of you, unable to see you shifting your weight in your seat. It was embarrassing as a former member of UNIT to be so susceptible to his charms, to shiver in such a pleasant way when you heard his voice purring in an enticing tone. It was something that had only recently become an issue. Before you had agreed to join him- betraying UNIT for the soft promise of stars and adoration- you had considered him an enemy in some way. Which meant that you had not let your guard down for a moment. In turn this made it so that you were not at risk of being under his spell in any compromising manner. You could admit to yourself that you certainly did create numerous fantasies about him.. How could you not with his suave nature?

Now, you increasingly found yourself in a predicament. You trusted him with your very soul, and you had always dreamt of his voice. Night time daydreams that had gotten you off more than once of him taking control of you in such a deep manner, telling you how to touch, or even just to lay there and take his worship. Each time he hypnotized someone the thoughts flooded back into your head. Making you more and more worked up with each command he gave. Mind almost slipping under his control along with his real target. 

He had always encouraged you to be outspoken about any desires your mind could think of, to let him spoil you. But a part of you worried over whether he would think your mind was weak for slipping so easily. So you tried to hide your reactions. But each time it was getting harder and harder to resist the urge to submit to him.

“Are your commands understood?”

Blinking you forced your mind back into focus on the current moment. Watching as he snapped his fingers, the ones that just last night had been inside of you. God. This was not the time to be thinking about that!

Watching him snap his fingers and dismiss the new “Assistant” that would be helping him in his latest scheme you mentally recorrected. He turned to you, eyes that were too intelligent taking in your loose body language and slightly unfocused eyes.

Gently cradling your face, fingers trailing through your hair as he took in your appearance.

“Not enough sleep, my dear?”

“Mhmm,” you found yourself unable to form words. You had been more ensnared than you thought.

The door to the conference room slamming open behind you startled you out of your hypnosis induced haze. Jumping away from the Master’s hands as if you would get in trouble for touching him. The angered scowl on the Master’s face made you glad that you were no longer on opposing sides. It chilled you to imagine being the one it was directed towards.

“I don’t know who you think you are, not paying for the suite you took last night. Somehow making all my employees follow your orders. This is my hotel and you have no right to command anyone to give into your idiotic whims!” 

The man yelling behind you had no idea of the danger he was in. The Master’s eyes held a cruel amusement.

“I have every right,” he purred. “It’s only natural that they obey me, I am the Master. And very soon you will obey me as well.”

Clenching your thighs together, holding as still as you could manage. Don’t let him notice, please. It would be mortifying. Arousal so dizzying that you needed to close your eyes, to stop staring into his eyes. Eyelids feeling so heavy as they closed.

“You will do as I say, see what I tell you to see,” he ordered in a surprisingly soft voice. Pausing before he continued. “Now, you will start by apologizing to my paramour for frightening her.”

The man stiffly walked over to you, crashing onto his knees as he mindlessly spoke. Following the unspoken desires of the Master for him to treat you as a queen he needed to beg mercy from. 

“I am sorry for disturbing you, Mistress.”

Heat flourished against your face, cheeks darkening as your body responded. Mind conjuring images of you mindless in front of the Master, kneeling and responding to his mental need for you to service him. He could do so much more than even your wildest erotic fantasies had dreamed.

“Leave us, go and ensure that no one else disturbs us unless it is an emergency for the next few hours,” he dismissed with a flick of his hand. 

The man crawled away until he would be out of your sight if you hadn’t turned to watch him. Pinned down into the chair by the Master’s arms suddenly on either side of you, he smiled indulgently at your state.

“My darling, if you want me to seduce you into allowing me to take hold of your mind and convince you to remain still to receive only the pleasure I allow you, you only need to ask.”

“I- please, Master,” you whimpered.

“Darling girl, you need to tell me exactly what you want from me. Do you want me to hypnotize you into my precious little plaything?”

His face was so close, teasing you. Feeling his breath against your lashes as they moved against your cheek. Shoving your face into the crook of his neck to hide as you admitted your sins to him.

“I want you to hypnotize me, Master. Every time you take others into your control it does things to me. Your voice combined with my newfound- or well recently discovered- hypnosis kink. I just, I need you.”

“And you shall receive, my dear. I am proud of you for admitting to me your needs. How coy you have been trying to hide how I have affected your mind. Now hand yourself over to my control, my command, precious thing.”

Limply falling against him you finally gave into your bodies incessant urge to be under his hypnotic control.

“Good girl.”

Whimpering against his skin at the additional praise lavished onto you.

“Drift deeper under my control, skin growing hot as you yearn for something to fill deep inside of you. To be claimed both mind and body by your Master.”

Trembling and shaking as your body obeyed. Needing more, needing to be filled by him. Fingers, his cock, anything so long as it was your Master’s. His hands maneuvered your lifeless body as he desired. Leaning you back into the chair, sprawled out. Gripping your thighs he separated your legs, leaving your dripping cunt open to his inspection if he was at the right angle.

“Such an obedient girl,” he teased.

Kneeling before you, you could feel the silent command to let him devour you. To allow his ministrations to bring you to the peak of pleasure over and over again. Until he had his fill of your willing body.

“Every touch will feel like sparks of pleasure deep inside of you. Every suck serves to bring your need closer to the surface. You will fall apart against my lips. Forever mine.”

“Your’s,” you breathlessly replied.

The strangled scream that left you as his lips pressed against your clit could have been heard by the whole hotel., Legs kept still and open as you had been made to be. Tears already welling up in your eyes, it felt so overwhelming. The wet droplets sneaking out from your eyes to drip down your cheeks, mirroring the dripping of your cunt against the Master’s face. Soaking his skin. Lips enveloping your clit, not stopping no matter the incomprehensible sounds you made. An eternity of him making you grow hotter and hotter. Cunt clenching around nothing, slick arousal gushing out of you. Only to be licked up by his tongue.

Ahh, something broke inside of you. A rush of pleasure that made you feel so floaty. Seeing the Master’s satisfied smirk as he looked up at you only made that peak more delectable.

Opening your eyes, wait. What?

The Master stood above you, eyes shining with mirth. Pulling out his handkerchief to pat your thighs dry from the sticky release that was covering your thighs. His face was already clean. How did he clean himself up, and stand so quickly?

“Your reaction to hypnotism certainly deserves more experimentation. The sight of you cuming only from the descriptions made real in your own mind, an exquisite site.”

“What?”

Dazed and disoriented you tried to determine when you had fallen into his control. Had, had that not all actually happened?

“Not to fret inside that beautifully submissive mind, my dear. A valiant effort to resist me, but the moment you closed your eyes you lost the will to resist your deep subconscious desire to let me take control.”

“I, when?” Your words were still shrouded in the cloud of confusion your mind was ensnared in.

“When did you fall under my control? At the same time as the foolish man that startled you with his rude entrance. Truly a shame that I didn’t think to make him actually kneel for your forgiveness. You do deserve to be treated like royalty by all beings, my dear.”

“You don’t think less of me?” Hating how vulnerable you sounded.

Tilting your head up to press his lips to yours in another soft and sweet kiss that lingered.

“Never, my dear. Nothing could make me think less of you.”

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[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 7

Words: 429

Warnings: suggestive, dirty talk, priest kink, vauge religion talk, roleplay, talk of an audience

The last rays of sunlight illuminated the empty room with flecks of color from the detailed stained glass. Not a single soul was left waiting for their turn beyond yourself. Waiting nervously- fingers pulling at your skirt with every second that past- for the last person to leave the confessional.

Purposely having shown up last, so that Father Master's attention could be focused all on you. Not a single soul left to hear your embarrassing sins, nor over hear your immoral admissions. Or you silently admitted to yourself you just wanted him to yourself like in your fantasies. Impatiently tapping your foot as the minutes dragged on. How many things could one man have to confess?

The click of the confession door opening had you rushing to your feet. Barley even registering the man leaving the room. For a moment you pondered if it was really a good idea to do this. But your feet had already led you into the small closet while you were debating. Sitting in silence, not wanting to speak first.

"Well, my child," his warm seductive voice purred. "What have you come to confess?"

"Immoral thoughts, Father."

Skin heated as you felt compelled to answer. Squeezing your thighs together as if this would help keep your lust contained.

"Perhaps giving into these immoral impulses could help to end them."

"What," you burst out in an incredulous voice.

"Marry the source of these thoughts and they will no longer be sinful. Instead, they become a source of godly devotion."

"What if the man I dream of is devoted to the lord?"

The door to the small confessional closet opened with a start. Jumping you looked over just in time to see him pull off his glasses. Placing them into his front pocket. Dressed in black that covered every bit of skin possible.

"If the man is devoted to the Lord such as I, then he will find himself in this confessional himself with a long list of sins."

He pinned you into place, arms closing you further into your seat.

"I've certainly noticed your attempts to tease me, little girl. Front row, so attentive in your short skirt. So easy to see from my position that there is nothing covering you underneath. I should bend you over the altar during mass and teach you a lesson in front of the congregation..."

Sneaking one of his hands under your skirt to trace the wetness your arousal had inspired.

"But I suppose for now I can settle for myself being the only witness of my naughty girl

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[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 3

Words: 2133

Warnings: Smut, blindfold, bondage, panty gag, nipple clamps, clit spanking improper use of Christmas decorations

“You know when you said you had a surprise for me, and that you needed me blindfolded in bed... I thought it would be more than just boring me to sleep,” you teased while you waited for the Master to finally act.

You squealed in delight as he decided to take his velvet covered fingers and pinch- just right- your nipple. Just enough pressure to reprimand you, yet still feel good.

“Cheeky little thing, aren't you my dear?”

Blindly you reached out to slap at him to leave you alone. Of course it didn’t work when he could see your attack coming and dodge out of the way. Giving a condescending pat to the top of your head.

“Simply relax and let your Master make you into art.”

His hands played with the sweater you wore that day. The TARDIS had been colder today as he had fiddled with the temperature controls that had been acting up recently. You assumed that the TARDIS had been acting up lately just to tease the two of you. Trying to inspire the both of you to get closer and closer together. 

Slowly peeling the warm knit up off of your skin. A trail of kisses being pressed against your skin leading up more and more. Revealing the lacey bralette you had decided to wear underneath to keep from irritating your sensitive breasts. Wanting that extra layer but not wanting to deal with a real bra on your lazy day. LIke a child you lifted your arms above your head so he could peel the sweater off of you. The blindfold was fast to try and follow. He was quick to pull it down before you could see anything of the room around you. You heard the soft impact of the sweater against the floor as he tossed it off the bed. 

Hands quickly intertwined with yours before you could lower them. Pressing them against the headboard. Putting them through the little slots of detailed wood you knew were there.

“Now behave and stay put, dear girl.”

Playfully you pulled your hands away the moment you suspected that he had turned away. Only to be forcefully pinned down again. His breath against your check. Little nips against your jaw line with sharp teeth, nose brushing against your temple as he whispered into your ear.

“Behave or there will be no reward in this for you.”

Leaving your hands where they were, you squirmed, revealing that he was straddling you. None of his weight was on you, but he hovered above your body. A fact only discovered due to your squirming. You held back a whine, which was far more difficult to do than you imagined it to be. Some sort of rope, or wire- you couldn’t tell- was being threaded around your wrists. Feeling the time passing as he passed the length between the slots of the headboard. Wrapping and wrapping your wrists firmly to the wood. Keeping you secure. Something poked into you from the- wire? It felt plastic-y. So you decided to assume it was wire of some sort. But there was something poking you throughout it. 

Teasing him in hopes that you would get an answer as asked, “ What are you using replica barbed wire Master? Come on! Let me in just a bit on your surprise!”

Gripping your chin and yanking it up he spoke, “Maybe I need to keep your cheeky mouth shut with a gag. I did already warn you to behave after all.”

It was a good thing that your wrists were already immobilized. Fingers twitching as they yearned to further antagonize him by pantomiming zipping your lips shut. It stopped you from getting your bratty self in trouble, well more trouble. HIs attention soon returned to undressing you. Bralette quickly discarded from your body in a smooth motion that made heat build in you. Moving on to unbuttoning your pants. Wanting you bare before him. The only sound in the room, the Master’s quiet breathing mixed with your own, and the sound of unzipping. The zipper of your pants being slowly dragged down. Stripping you of them without reprimanding you for wiggling around to help him relieve you of your clothes faster. You never liked wearing jeans in bed anyway. Far too uncomfortable for such a cozy place. 

You enjoyed the feeling of his hands gently brushing against your still covered clit. Distracted, not fully focused on making you feel good. Just rhythmically moving. He suddenly stopped his movements, cupping your sex. Bucking into him wanting, no needing, more. 

He cleared his throat, “ahem,” to make you stop your movements. 

Taking the reminder for what it was. Was a warning.

Resuming his movements in a different manner. This time tapping, like one would tap against a desk when thinking or waiting impatiently. Since you were certainly the one who was impatient in this situation you assumed he was thinking. Debating what to do to you next. Such an odd set of movements to have desire slowly build in you. Each tap further filling your mind with the need for him to just take. To devour you, to force pleasure from you to the surface of your body. To sneak his fingers underneath the cotton barrier and play and tease more aggressively. To his hearts’ content. He pulled a whine out of you as he stopped. For a moment you behaved, waiting in silence. But when he didn’t resume you soon decided that well, clearly he needed some encouragement. 

“Not a thought in that smart little brain of yours Master? Can’t think of what to do with such a pretty girl? Just let me free and I’ll take care of everything pretty boy, I’ll teach you what to do next. Clearly you need someone to teach you!”

He didn’t stop you- letting you dig your own grave deeper and deeper. For a moment, you could believe he was rewarding you as he slipped your panties down your legs. Pressing one single wet kiss to your clit. Making you buck your hips to chase him as he continued to move down your legs pulling your panties away. Suddenly the fabric- damp with your arousal- was being shoved into your mouth.

“Mphm,” you let out a strangled noise at the unexpected intrusion, the unexpected gagging of your naughty mouth. 

“I’m sure that with enough patience you’ll manage to get those wetter than they already are, but I expect it will take much more time than you anticipate.”

You shivered at the reminder that you could taste yourself on the fabric that was drying your mouth even though it was already wet in several places.

Fiercely he flung your legs apart. Revealing your dripping cunt to his eyes. He was going to tease you to the point of tears, while you were bound helpless, unable to do anything. All of a sudden you felt the same material that has been immobilizing your wrist wrap around your ankles. Securing and pinning you with your legs spread. Something to be dissected in the most sinful of manners. He was a scientific man, your Master. He would test everything to determine your reactions, to garner what would work you best. You moaned around your panties as he decided to tease your thighs next. With soft brushes of velvet, circles rubbed into your skin. You coudln’t move, not enough to chase the pleasure you wanted to drag from him. You wanted to force you to give into you, to give you what you desired. But you knew he wouldn't. His velvet covered hands continued their journey, touching everywhere that they could without touching where you really wanted him. Avoiding every single erotic zone on your body. He wouldn't lavish them with a moment of attention, not a scrap. No they were left wanting for his touch, his blessing. Which they would not receive.

Your wild attempts to free yourself from your restriction failed at every turn. You felt something being wrapped around your neck, pulling gasps from you that had your tongue pressing against the now soaked cotton. A mix of saliva and arousal pressing against your tongue. You could hear the bell that now encircles your neck, ringing as you squirmed beneath him. Assuming he was smiling as he continued to caress back down your skin. Deciding to shove two fingers into where you needed him. Curling them just so, to hit that place inside of you that drove you wild. To tell you that while he may take his time about it, he would take care of you. The feel of velvet was odd against such an intimate part of you, Yet familiar, as it was not the first time you had rode his covered fingers to your peak. All of a sudden he pulled away. You felt a warmth against your ankles and wrists. Something warm, radiating heat but not all around you. No. Only in spots against your skin. 

You felt him stepping away. Why was he leaving in the middle of your fun? Without telling you why.... You heard him flick something in the distance. Before wandering back once more to your side. Pushing the blindfold from your eyes.

Blinking in the semi-darkness of the room, you looked down to see the glow of colored Christmas lights wrapped around your ankles. Keeping your legs spread. That was the warmth you had felt. He had chosen to finally “join in” on the decoration. But in his mind apparently the decorations should be on you.

“A magnificent festive work of art, if I do say so myself. ,” the Master cooed. “Of course, it can’t be enjoyed for long. We don’t want any risk of harm. I had wanted to hold off on the reveal, but my next actions would have given away the surprise of my little plan for you. My indulgence in your pleas for me to decorate for the holiday season with you.”

He held up two ornaments, glimmering in the light, reflecting the Christmas lights keeping you captive. The hooks were not the traditional hooks, being replaced with clamps. He wasted no time in adoring your nipple with them, the cool plastic making you tremble in a mix of pleasure and anticipation. The bell around your neck jingling as you squirmed in response to the pinch. The movement of the bobbles pulling more on your nipples, making you moan. Saliva starting to seep out from your makeshift gag.

The sound of more bells made you turn your head back towards the Master. Only to see him with one of those strips of leather covered in bells that people would normally place around door knobs. You had never seen the point of them yourself but apparently the Master had a different plan for them in mind. Eyes wide as you saw him swinging the cord back and forth.

“I think you can guess what my plans for this are,” he teased. 

Settling it near your cunt, lining it up. A firm slap against your clit had you flinching. Making your clit throb as your nipples ached from the pull of the bobbles as they rolled against your skin. Several more repetitions of his actions occurred. Clit throbbing, the sound of bells associated with the sting of each impact. Even moving too much, making the bell around your neck ring started to make you flinch. Letting the Master know that the association was encoded into your mind with the sound. With the flash of sting and burn of your clit. Chucking at you in a delightfully sinful manner, not unlike the laughter you would hear when a plan was going his way. 

“This is sure to add a pep to both of our holiday spirits,” he teased as he started to unwarp your wrists.

Tenderly rubbing against the skin as you brought your hands down to start flexing and rotating them. You took the bobbles off of your nipples yourself, starting to sit up as he untangled your ankles. Stretched out, squirming and flinching with phantom pain as you heard the bell around your neck continue to ring. Taking mercy on you, the Master slipped his hands behind your neck to release the clasp and place the collar to the side. Sliding into bed to wrap his arms around you. Rubbing against your skin to comfort you, letting you know he was there for you. Suspecting that once you had relaxed from his impromptu “decorating” that he would take care of both of your needs for orgasm. After all, you could feel how hard the display of your body and his decoration expertise had made him. It should be fun.Maybe next time you could convince him to indulge in some holiday treats.

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[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 11

Words: 691

Warnings: manhandling, suggestive, bondage

It started with a soft hand resting against your back. The heat of his body behind you made you shiver. You could feel his desire to claim you, dominate you- growing. Hovering in the air between you.

His voice came out as a soft seductive purr, "Are you going to behave?"

Turning to look back at him, you smiled. "Where's the fun in that?"

Instantly one arm was twisted behind your back, his body pressed against yours. Even with the arching of your back as you instinctively fought against his hold it was uncomfortable to have your arm twisted and pinned. Trying to walk as he pushed you forward. Tripping over your own feet as his hold kept you upright. Turning in towards him and the arm he had pinned you manage to free yourself. His fingers still gripping your wrist.

In a far too fluid, almost practiced motion, he stepped towards you. As you tried to pull away he was bending down. Ramming his shoulder into your stomach. Knocking the breath from you in a gasp. Lifting you up so that you were thrown over his shoulder as he stood. Wrist released as you scrambled to cling to the back of his shirt. Almost afraid to fall from the sudden momentum. He laughed at your squirming body. Firmly patting and squeezing your ass before locking your body in place with an arm thrown across the back of your thighs. 

Attempting to hit his back with what little strength you could muster did very little to stop him Each step he took making it more and more difficult for you to truly fight against him. It wasn't long before he was throwing you onto a soft surface.

You scrambled to get into a position in which you could defend yourself from him as he watched. But it was a hopeless endeavor. He simply gripped your ankles and yanked you further down. His body suspended above you. For a few moments you froze looking up at him. Seeing the clear desire and lust in his eyes. He would unravel you. The moment you could even begin to think of starting to fight back against him; his arms were throwing your wrists together above your head. He only needed one hand to keep both if yours pinned above you.

The other hand encircling your throat. No further pressure, no true, threatening actions. Just lightly reminding you that he could if he wanted to. He could apply pressure.

When he sensed that you were finally going to behave he let you go. You didn't dare move your wrists yet. Staying laid out like a banquet for him. It wasn't long before he was lavishing you in attention again.

His lips pressing against every inch of skin, his fingers roaming to reach every place hidden from sight.

It wasn't much longer after that, that you started to fight back against him again. Rapidly finding yourself attempting to scratch and claw at him. To grip onto him and flip him underneath you. Your attempts were met with a simple response- your own body being flipped forced onto your stomach. Both arms twisted to be held lazily by him behind your back. No matter how much you squirmed, you could get no purchase against him. Even when he leaned away to reach for something you couldn't fight him off of you.

"As much as I enjoy manhandling you, my dear. I have no desire to spend all of my time fighting against you... If you won't behave, I will simply have to make sure that you cannot act against me as I position you how I desire."

Long ropes wrapped around your arms tying them together. Your attempts to use your legs to kick up at the Master only worked against you as he tied your ankles. Connected with the same rope as your wrist and arms were detained.

You continued to squirm, but it was no longer a fight. It was pleasant. Satisfaction that his strength was used to force you into this position. And to take all your choices away from you? You loved it.

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