Feeling Good
Whittaker!Doctor x Reader
Summary - Yaz convinces you to confront The Doctor and confess your feelings to her in a very forward way.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - lap dancing and stripping and leading to smut, but no actual smut, minors please DNI!
Word Count - 1801
A/n - I hope that this is a gender neutral reader. I think that I managed to do that. Requested by @supermegapauselouca on my old Tumblr account, just wanted to reupload it on here. Also, I did write a sex scene for this, but I ended up removing it from this fic because I didn’t know how to end it and I am self-conscious about my smut writing abilities. But I can post it as like a Feeling Good 1.5, if anyone would want that. But anyway, I hope that you enjoy this!
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You, along with The Fam, had weaselled out of The Doctor when her birthday was, or, at least, when she thought her birthday was. She said that she couldn’t quite remember exactly, which you found sad. Despite The Doctor’s hazy memory on the subject, you, Graham, Ryan, and Yaz decided to throw The Doctor a week-long birthday celebration as a thank you for all of the adventures she took you and The Fam on and all of the rescues she performed. You also wanted to make up for the birthdays all of you had missed celebrating since befriending The Doctor.
You were the most dedicated to The Doctor’s birthday celebrations. You were always by her side, introducing her to the day’s plans and making sure that The Doctor was always enjoying herself. If she wasn’t, you were there alert and ready to change plans at a moment's notice in order to make her happy. The entire Fam now knew of your feelings for the time-travelling alien, but Yaz knew long before your obsession with making The Doctor’s birthday celebration perfect. So, when she came trotting up to you one day with a suggestion for the last day of The Doctor’s birthday celebration, you almost didn’t know how to respond.
“You want me to do what, Yaz?!”
“Confess your feelings for The Doctor!” Your face fell in shock again. You couldn’t believe that Yaz would suggest something so absurd.
“Okay, yeah, sure. However, I am not going to do that!” You flusteredly shouted back.
“Come on! We all think you should confess already.”
“We? You told everyone- whatever! How do you expect me to do that, Yaz.” You wanted to confront Yaz about her loose tongue, but you didn’t have time for that now. You were just glad that Yaz hadn’t told The Doctor about your feelings behind your back.
“Seduce her. Well, not seduce because she likes you, too, but be sexy. Give her a lap dance!”
“No!” You shook your head furiously, completely horrified in shock.
“Yes!”
“No, Yaz! I am not doing that, in general, but especially not as a way to confess my feelings for her!”
“Yes, it is provocative, but we both know how The Doctor is. If you hint at your feelings, she is not going to understand. You have to be blunt.” You slumped your shoulders, you knew that Yaz was right about that fact, The Doctor was very oblivious. But you continued to argue that you couldn’t go through with it, and you walked away to go to bed.
There were still a couple more days of The Doctor’s birthday celebration and every day one, or all, of your friends would come up to you trying to convince you that giving The Doctor a lap dance would be a good idea. Every time, you, embarrassingly, denied them. Yaz would also always text at the worst times, always when you were talking to The Doctor, suggesting her confession plan. And eventually, you gave in; your resolve was completely broken.
You and Yaz met in your room and tried to decorate it in a sexy but aloof manner, at least, that is what Yaz described the aesthetic to be. The pair of you changed your sheets and bedspread to a silky dark red material and added a sheer dark red curtain around the top of your bedposts. Yaz explained that all she had to do now was tell The Doctor that you wanted to speak to her and while she did this, you would change into a sexy outfit and wait to hear The Doctor enter your room from your bathroom. Then you would seductively exit your bathroom and confess your feelings to The Doctor.
“I’ve made a ‘Sexy Playlist’ -” You kept trying to tell Yaz this important information, and Yaz talked over you every time. Even now, she interrupted you.
“Stop overthinking this, Y/n. You like The Doctor. The Doctor definitely likes you. If she likes seeing you as a potential partner, she won’t stop you, but if she does stop you, which is unlikely, then stop. But as I said before, The Doctor won’t stop because she likes you. It’s simple.”
“But what about my ‘Sexy Playlist’?” Yaz rolled her eyes but conceded.
“Okay, playing it in the background is probably a good idea, you know, for the mood. Might ease a bit of tension for both you and The Doctor.” You set up and connected your phone to the speaker in your room in preparation for everything. Finally, Yaz gave you one last confidence speech then left to enact the plan while you went to the bathroom to change.
You phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Yaz, she texted you earlier than you thought she would, saying that everything was ready, and The Doctor was on her way. You quickly finished getting dressed and eventually, you heard knocking. You waited with bated breath, hoping that The Doctor would just walk into like she usually did.
Then you heard your door open, and you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. You could hear from behind the bathroom door that The Doctor moved into your room while calling your name. You took a deep breath, hit play on “Sexy Playlist,” and then slowly exited your bathroom dressed in a white lacey set of lingerie and a red robe tied lousy around your waist.
“Ah! Y/n, what's going on…” The Doctor finally turned to look at you from where she sat in an armchair by your fireplace, but she went silent upon seeing what you were wearing. Instantly, her face turned bright red with a blush. That scared you. Your brain began running a million miles an hour worried that The Doctor didn’t like you this way. But you remembered that all of The Fam said that The Doctor really cared about you, so you pushed your doubts to the back of your mind and walked closer to The Doctor to the beat of the music. You seductively swivelled your hips to the music, drawing your hands up your side to enunciate your actions. You walked forward toward The Doctor and untied the belt of the robe. You brushed the robe slightly away from your body mid swivel of your hips causing your lingerie to be on full display for The Doctor. You could feel her gaze bore into your body. You then sat on The Doctor’s slightly spread legs. You hoped that feeling her would give you some comfort that dancing in front of her did not.
“Do you like what you see, Doc?” You seductively ran the tip of your index finger against your lips before you stroked the side of The Doctor’s face with the same finger.
“Ye-yes. I really like what I see.” The Doctor’s pupils grew larger than any time you’ve seen before. Maybe your friends were right? Maybe The Doctor did have feelings for you?
“Yo-you do?” You were so shocked by her reaction. You never thought that she would see you in the way you desired.
“Yes, Y/n, I really, really like what I see. I wish that I could see you like this more often.” The Doctor tightly gripped your waist and pulled you closer to her, causing you to lean on to her shoulders for support.
“You do?” You were so shocked by how forward she was being, though she probably felt the same way about you.
“Yes, if I had my way, Y/n, I would only have you looking like this when around me. All dolled up, wrapped in lace, completely at my will.” The Doctor’s eyes suddenly darkened, and a small smirk lined her lips. It was your turn for your face to heat up as you became flustered by The Doctor’s words. You had never seen The Doctor show this side of herself, but you enjoyed it. You wanted to hear her talk like this more. But instead of fully giving into The Doctor’s grip, you stood suddenly up far enough away from The Doctor to where she couldn't touch you, giving you the perfect opportunity to tease her and gain some power back in the situation.
“You want this, don’t you?” You let your robe fall to the ground then you removed the lace lingerie top, your chest now on full display and free from its fabric prison. You stood vulnerable yet confident before The Doctor in just your lacey underwear and stockings.
“This is what you want, Doctor. You want me.”
“Yes, it is, Y/n. Now come back here.” The Doctor moved forward and pulled you back to her by your wrists. Before you could sit back down on her lap, though, The Doctor placed her hands on your waist heavily and moved you to sit solely on her right leg.
The Doctor squeezed your hips, and then strongly guided them so you were grinding against her leg. You moaned quietly, causing The Doctor to hold onto your hips harder and control your movements to get you to moan for her again. While The Doctor guided your hips against her lap, she kissed down from your neck to your chest, leaving little bite marks and hickeys on your most sensitive areas. You had to grab onto The Doctor’s shoulders again to keep yourself steady on her lap, she was making you so weak for her.
Occasionally, your knee would rub up against The Doctor’s crouch, causing a moan to escape her own mouth. You smiled when you finally heard her moan, you had imagined this moment many times, and now you were finally experiencing it.
Quickly, The Doctor became impatient with the position that the two of you were in and she easily picked you up, walked over to your bed and threw you on it. The Doctor then crawled in between your legs and glided her hands up your torso, but suddenly she froze. The Doctor looked you in the eye and you saw her beautiful green and golden eyes soften.
“Are you okay?” The Doctor asked calmly, but her voice was filled with seriousness.
“Yes, Doctor. Are you?”
“Yes! I’m absolutely brilliant! Will you tell me if you are ever uncomfortable?”
“Of course I will, Doctor. I trust you.”
The strange alien then smiled sweetly above you before leaning down to kiss you passionately. You gladly kissed her back and snaked your hand up to her neck to deepen the kiss. The Doctor eventually reached up to grab your hand and slam it down on the bed. The Doctor continued to kiss you passionately and deeply, growing even more possessive and dominant with each passing moment. The two of you continued this dance into the night, passionately confessing feelings for the other until morning.
Sacha Dhawan in Last Tango in Halifax series one episode one
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Edited 28 September 2024
Summary - The Reader is insecure about their relationship with Missy.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - just fluffiness, a bit of insecurity
Word Count - 1374
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. Just wanted to reupload it on this one. I hope you enjoy this!
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You would sneak into the Vault quite often. It was a thrill to go against The Doctor’s orders. You usually didn’t rebel against his orders out of fear of being accidentally hurt by some vengeful alien on the warpath. But venturing down into the Vault didn’t seem to be that risky, despite what the Vault’s inhabitant proclaimed on multiple occasions.
“Do you think he knows about this?” You asked aloud, wandering around the Vault and gathering what you needed for afternoon tea. Thinking about it, you wouldn’t be surprised if The Doctor did know, he did seem quite perceptive, unlike Nardole, who claimed to be perceptive but was really the opposite.
“Would it matter if he did, dearie?” Missy spoke accusingly, with a hint of sadness that she tried hard to mask. She sat at the piano, trying to distract her quickening heartbeats with some soothing piano while you laid out a tea set with some snacks on a nearby table.
Your relationship with Missy was quite new and both of you had your own insecurities about it. You being Human put a strain on both of you and adding the fact that you were a friend and companion of The Doctor did not lessen any of those fears of fragility. Missy had tried to convince you to leave him. You would always counteract her suggestion with your fear that The Doctor might not allow you to see Missy ever again if you did what she asked.
“Not really, if he does know, he clearly does not mind me being down here, I just fear that he might blab to Nardole or Bill. Who, if you might have noticed, are not that fond of you. However, if he doesn’t know, it would be hilarious to see his face when he finds out!” You turned around after finishing setting up the tea set and snacks and leaned against the table.
“Would you mind if he knew, Missy?” Your tone was quiet, but pointed, causing Missy’s fingers to stop and her head to turn to you abruptly, mouth slightly agape. She knew what you were referring to, even though you never explicitly said it, you often felt inadequate compared to her and The Doctor, being just a mere Human, and becoming aware of her’s and The Doctor’s lifelong friendship did not ease your feelings of inadequacy.
“Dearie,” she stood and walked over to you, placing her hands on each side of your face, “of course I would not mind, quite the opposite, really.” She smirked devilishly, trying to fluster you, she loved seeing you embarrassed and flustered because of her words and actions.
“How about we eat the delicious food you brought for us today, and then, later, I will prove to you how much I care about you. Does that sound okay?” You nodded and let Missy peck your lips quickly before she pulled out a chair for you to sit.
You chatted over tea, trivial things, eager to not openly voice your discomforts about being so young and naive compared to two practically immortal beings. Though, Missy seemed very eager to discuss it, hinting at it every chance she got, hoping to wear you down until you broke and confessed what was on your mind.
The conversation did end up wandering onto The Doctor as you finished your tea and snacks. Missy had been more open about her childhood than you expected, or, at least compared to how little The Doctor talked about his past. Missy led you to a small sofa, gripping your hands tightly as she spun you around the room until you both reached your destination. She was vibrant and animated when talking about how, while at The Academy, she single-handedly vanquished a rogue brigade of Daleks and noted that The Doctor would tell a different story. One where he was more involved in the triumph instead of quivering in the corner like a cold puppy in the rain.
Upon reaching the sofa, Missy laid you down onto it, and she quickly followed suit before you could get up and complain. She wrapped an arm around your torso to keep you from falling off the edge.
“Missy, this sofa is too small for us to lay like this.” You giggled at her antics.
“Oh fine! I guess we will just have to adjust!” Before you could comment, she hooked her other arm underneath you and hoisted you up until you were laying on her chest.
“Better?” Missy questioned, smirking again upon seeing your flustered expression.
“Well, I guess it is better than the former position we were in.” You conceded, awkwardly moving and craning your neck. You were completely unaware of where to lay your head. Missy noticed you growing even more flustered and embarrassed at the situation, her smirk growing ever so slightly. She drew her hand up and gently pushed your head down toward her chest, giving her permission for you to lay your head there. Your flustered state only intensified, but you tried to focus on her heartbeats to lull you into calmness.
After a long silence filled with only the two of your breathing and Missy’s heartbeats, Missy spoke, “Y/n, I think we should talk about what has been bothering you.” Your breath hitched, you really didn’t want to talk about this, you were afraid that if the two of you discussed this then your relationship would end faster than you wished. You eventually asked why it was necessary.
Missy began combing her fingers through your hair, scraping her nails against your scalp in a circular motion
“The sooner we talk about this the sooner we can get through it together.”
“You will laugh. Or think that I am just being a stupid Human.” Missy immediately placed her hands on either side of your head to manoeuvre you until you were looking in her eyes.
“I might laugh as a coping mechanism to deal with shock, but I would never call you a stupid Human. You are the exception of the Human race.” Missy placed a reassuring kiss on your forehead before manoeuvring your head back to her chest. You took a deep breath before voicing your fears about your relationship with Missy; the age difference, the species difference, how you wanted to ask how important you were to Missy as she was to you, and how you didn’t want to be seen as an ignorant child because of how you little you knew compared to the Time Lady, how you didn’t know how your relationship with her could possibly compare to her relationship with The Doctor.
Missy dealt with your fears, one by one, reassuring you of the hold you had on her hearts and how your only foolish mistake would be if you were to deny her love of you. If you were to deny that fact, Missy made it painfully clear that she would break out of the Vault, steal The Doctor’s TARDIS and destroy however many galaxies it took until you got the message. She made it clear that even though the two of you would have many things to work through, she wouldn't want to be with anyone else.
All of Missy’s declarations of love were accompanied by Missy massaging your head and your back. These soothing acts and the repetitive calming drumbeats of her hearts and her soft words of love soon lulled you into a sound sleep. So sound, in fact, that you did not wake when The Doctor entered the Vault. Stopping in his tracks, he closed the Vault door when he saw the sight of you enclosed in the arms of his oldest friend. Missy smirked and mouthed a silent “hush, they’re sleeping” to the shocked Time Lord. Then Missy placed another kiss on your forehead. She was already laughing in her head about getting to see your reaction, once you woke up, about finding out that The Doctor didn’t know about you and Missy until he saw you sleeping in the Time Lady’s chest. And laughing at your reaction to knowing that you didn't get to see his surprised face. Missy couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for the two of you.
I am writing some notes on an upcoming fic requested by a lovely anon (thank you so much by the way because I love this idea). The fic is similar to The Snowmen/The Bells of Saint John, Eleventh Doctor/Clara storyline, but with Dhawan!Master and The Reader.
But I don’t know where to have the reader in the past be located.
I had an idea about something revolving around Guy Fawkes. Like The Master goes there for a fun relaxing trip to just burn down Parliament, but then he meets the past Reader and falls in love. The Master becomes incredibly protective over The Reader and saves them from being beheaded.
Or something revolving around Shakespeare. I was thinking about the show Will again because I miss it. So, the past Reader was the child of the owner of The Globe theatre. They help out with everything: setting up the stage, working with actors, creating the props, dealing with the bills, and sometimes even acting. The Master goes to The Globe in an attempt to destroy it because he found out that The Doctor likes Shakespeare, but then The Master sees the Reader and abandons his plans in order to spend more time with the Reader.
If anyone has any different ideas about cool things in history that the past Reader could be a part of, I would love to hear your thoughts.
The two ideas that I had have corresponding future lives. Obviously, the present Reader is different from the past Reader, but I want The Master to meet the present Reader when he was reminiscing about the past. So, they meet in a situation that references the past.
I know that I could do something closer to The Snowmen, but I don’t really want the Reader to be a copy of Clara.
Also, the anon who requested this mentioned The Phantom of The Opera, but I don’t know much about French history, other than the obvious French Revolution. But if anyone, especially the anon, wants me to do something referencing The Phantom of The Opera in this fic, please reach out or comment!
I’m really excited about this fic, or fic miniseries, but I am getting so excited that I am getting too many ideas and I can’t think properly. So, any help will be very appreciated! Thank you for listening to my ramble!
Hiii, I hope you’re having a good day! I was wondering if I could request a sequel to your Dh!Master fic ‘sneaking around’ where the rest of the fam find out about the Master and the reader being together? Maybe they’re all put on an adventure and the reader gets hurt, which causes the Master to be really worried? Feel free to do what you like tho :D
Hello! I am doing pretty well. And I hope that you are having a great day, anon!
Thank you so much for the request! I am really happy that you enjoyed Sneaking Around Part 1, and I hope that you enjoy the second part.
I will be posting Part 2 of Sneaking Around on the 6th of September.
I'll link Part 1 below and will link Part 2 once I post it.
Sneaking Around Part 1
Sneaking Around Part 2 - 6 September 2022
Again, I hope that you enjoy!
[Image Reads] Anonymous said - Hi! May i ask for a soft fic with the master where they hypnotize the reader?
I accidentally deleted the original request, so the image above is my copy.
Thank you so much for the request, anon! I enjoyed writing these. I think that they were all really cute!
I ended up writing multiple versions for this request because I didn't know which regeneration of The Master you wanted.
In the future, if anyone requests can you specify which regeneration or a couple for me to choose from. Or just stating that you don't have a preference of regeneration. Either way is fine for me, but knowing what you prefer eases my anxiety.
Below is the list of fics and when they will be posted. I will link them here once they are posted.
Soft Spot In The Hearts Of A Murderer
Simm!Master x Reader - Will be posted on 24 February 2023
Secret Date
Gomez!Master x Reader - Will be posted on 26 February 2023
Work Hard, Rest Hard
MI6 Agent O x Reader - Will be posted on 28 February 2023
Torturous Flirting
Dhawan!Master x Reader - Will be posted on 2 March 2023
Attempted Backstabbing
Whittaker!Master x Reader - Will be posted on 4 March 2023
Thank you again, anon. And I hope that you enjoy! :)
-Ghost
Hey, I saw that you are working on a Christmas request. If it's okay may I please make a little request where the reader buys the master (Dhawan) a Christmas present and the master opens it on his TARDIS. He's so touched by the gift that he goes back to the reader to thank them but by the time he gets there, they are asleep on a sofa after cleaning up from a Christmas lunch/dinner
Hi! Thank you so much for this request, anon! I wrote this in a fury for Christmas because I really wanted to get it posted on the holiday.
I will post this fic tomorrow and I’ll like it below once I posted it.
I really hope that you enjoy!
Look To The Future Now
I finally watched Knives Out and it was so good!
Hi! I don't think I have said this yet, so I am just going to clarify it here.
But if anyone has sent me a request off anon and wishes to remain anonymous for whatever reason, please feel free to message me or send me an ask.
Even if I already posted the fic, I will go in and edit it.
I just don't want to make anyone feel awkward. I want to make sure that I respect everyone's privacy.
Anyway ... maintenance check-in is over -
-Ghost
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