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Keep It On

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader keeps getting distracted by The Doctor dressed in her new outfit accessory and needs The Doctor’s attention as soon as they get back to The TARDIS.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Reader Fem is so hot doctor 13 with a suit and waistcoat, that when you are in bed you ask her not to take it off with them. (no need to be smut, if you don’t want to or don’t feel comfortable)

Warnings - making out and foreplay leading to smut but no actual smut, sexual discussions. So Minors DNI!!!

Word Count - 1982

A/n - I was thinking about The Doctor’s waistcoat from “The Haunting of Villa Diodati”, but because that episode is so plot-driven I didn’t want this story to revolve around that episode. So, let’s just imagine that The Doctor wore something like that at a different time. I also think that I made this more of a Gender Neutral Reader rather than a Female Reader, I hope that that’s okay. Established Relationship. The other companions can be whomever you wish them to be. Requested by a lovely anon(thank you for the request)! I don’t know how good this is, but I had a lot of fun writing it even though it took me forever to edit. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been distracting you all day and the worst part of it all was the fact that she wasn’t even doing it on purpose. If she had woken up and decided to tease you throughout an adventure, then you would arguably have the right to be frustrated and upset with her. But The Doctor didn’t do that. She just got dressed and went about her day. Yet she didn’t even realise the lascivious effect that she had on you. 

The Doctor chose to spice up her usual outfit with a floral vest today. She did so innocently. Annoyingly innocently. She was taking you and the rest of her companions to a planet that had stricter, more Victorian-like guidelines when it came to fashion. You and your friends were all dressed fancier than your normal attire, but The Doctor, in her floral vest and button-down romantic blouse, continued to catch your eye. If you were being completely honest with yourself, The Doctor always caught your eye, but there was just something about her in that waistcoat that caused your brain to melt.

The time you and your friends had on the planet was incredibly fun. You had gone to a carnival filled with many alien rides, games, and foods, all the while you were longing after The Doctor without her notice. Eventually, though, the day had to end. Before returning to The TARDIS, however, The Doctor joyfully purchased alien ice cream for all of you to try as a small nightcap. Then The Doctor piloted her beloved ship to overlook a beautiful nebula as you and your friends said your goodnights for the evening.

“You should be getting some sleep, too. We all had a long day.” The Doctor said to you as she double-checked the protections she placed on her TARDIS.

“But I want to spend some alone time with you.” You walked up beside the alien and wrapped your arm around her vest-covered waist before leaning your head against her shoulder. The Doctor warmly nuzzled her head against yours before wrapping her own arm around your shoulders.

“Office time, fun time, or bedroom time?” The Doctor questioned, eager for your answer. This was a question asked between the two of you often in order to clarify certain situations rather than assuming what each other wanted. “Office time” referred to anything non-sexual and TARDIS-based: i.e. hanging out with The Doctor while she’s working on her ship, or in her study. “Fun time” stood for anything non-sexual that didn’t inherently involve The TARDIS: like watching movies, going on an extra adventure, or cuddling together. Finally, “Bedroom time” was code for more romantic and sexual activities: formal dates, making out, and obviously anything sexual.

“Bedroom time, if you are okay with that?” You turned your head to look at The Doctor for her answer and immediately you were captured by her star-filled hazel eyes. A wide smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Of course I am okay with that, my little star.” The Doctor pecked a kiss on your nose before grabbing your hand and running down the TARDIS hallway toward your bedroom. You erupted into a fit of giggles, trailing after your ecstatic alien, very thankful that The TARDIS walls were soundproof.

Upon reaching your bedroom, The Doctor opened the door to your room with enough energy and excitement to rival that of yours upon first seeing her in her waistcoat earlier. She then flung you through the doorway, causing you to again laugh at The Doctor’s antics. Then she closed the door behind the two of you, smiling like the adorable mad woman with a box that she was. 

You skipped forward until your torso was pressed up against The Doctor’s chest, a mirror of her smile written on your face. Before The Doctor could compliment your loveliness, you fully pressed her against the door of your room and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Immediately, you could feel The Doctor’s sweet smirk against your mouth, telling you that if you hadn’t kissed her she would have done it for you. Her hands ghosted over your body momentarily until she eagerly grasped your waist and pulled you as tightly against her body as she possibly could. 

Unfortunately, you had to break away from the kiss in order to catch your breath, but much to The Doctor’s enjoyment, she didn’t need to stop for breath and could continue to tease you while you recovered. Now The Doctor could kiss and nip and bite at the skin of your throat. You sighed and moaned at the feeling of her perfect lips against your skin and the pressure of her hands roaming over your body. The Doctor was the only thought in your mind..

“You love teasing me, don’t you?” You breathily asked.

“Whatever do you mean?” The Doctor hummed against your skin. You were going to retort back, but as soon as you were about to speak The Doctor bit down on your pulse point.

“Doctor!” I loud, moany version of The Doctor’s name erupted from your mouth as your body curled into The Doctor’s, now desperate for some sort of friction.

“Of course I love teasing you! When I do, you make noises like that.” The Doctor giggled into your neck.

The intoxicating nature of The Doctor was causing your brain to blur, all you could focus on was her and nothing else. Your beloved alien was making you too flustered when you wanted to keep some sort of control. So, you pulled her face back to yours to resume kissing. You pushed The Doctor further against your bedroom door, cradling her beautiful face in your hands. After a moment of welcomed shock, The Doctor moved one of her hands to caress your upper back and with her other hand, she began to grope your ass. Then, before you could do anything to stop her, The Doctor flipped the two of you over so your back was now pressed against the wall. This sudden change took you by surprise, causing you to gasp and allowing The Doctor to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth, which was a sensation that always made her weak. She was practically vibrating from the excitement of kissing you, holding you, and having your body pressed up against hers. In her flustered state, you flipped the two of you again. You tried to remain in control of the situation, to show The Doctor how passionately you cared for her, but you were quickly becoming more and more distracted by your alien lover. The Doctor grabbed you by the hips to ensure that you remained tightly against her body. Then she led you backwards until the back of your legs met the edge of your bed. The Doctor broke apart from the kiss this time. She kissed a path from your lips to your ear.

“Get on the bed.” She whispered passionately before kissing the shell of your ear.

A wide smile spread across your face, which The Doctor instantly mirrored. You then jumped on the bed with eagerness but stayed in the middle because your shoes were still on. The Doctor first kicked off her shoes with an adorable huff. She rarely ever fully untied her shoes at the best of times, but when something as urgent as being with you was occurring she never bothered to even untie her boots. She simply undid the laced bow and then kicked them off frantically. You giggled as you watched her now, but her attention soon fell back on you after her mini battle with her boots.

The Doctor placed her leg up on the bed and then gently grabbed your ankle. She placed your ankle on her knee and massaged the flesh there for a moment. Then she patiently untied your shoe with an almost sacred reverence for your belongings and before removed it softly. The Doctor pressed a delicate kiss to the inner skin of your ankle and then returned your leg to lounge on the softness of the bed. Immediately she showed the same treatment to your other ankle.

With your shoes now off, you scooted up the bed, Finally, The Doctor began to join you on the bed. Finally, you were experiencing what you had imagined since you first saw The Doctor in her waistcoat this morning. Finally, you could relish in having The Doctor’s full attention on you.

Your beloved alien kissed her way up your body, up your thighs, on your hips, all over your stomach and chest and neck. Occasionally, she would make minor detours in order to pay extra special attention to her favourite parts of your body. Eventually, she made her way up your body until she was fully hovering over you. The Doctor smiled at you like you were the most precious being in The Universe and then kissed your forehead with reverence.

“You are so cute.” The Doctor said softly, lovingly.

“And you are so handsome, Doctor.” You bumped your nose against hers.

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Especially in this outfit, Doc.” You caressed your hands up and down her waistcoat-covered sides, while subconsciously caressing her calf with your foot.

“So that’s what’s gotten you all worked up. I’ll need to dress like this more often, then.” The Doctor smirked down at you, her golden hair framing her face like a halo of starlight. She might be an alien, but in your eyes, she was an angel.

“You absolutely must!” You eagerly responded, causing The Doctor to laugh at your enthusiasm. She then moved to hold your face in both of her hands, her body weight fully on top of you, and kissing you passionately.

With yours and The Doctor’s lips finally reconnected, The Doctor moved her leg in between your legs and lightly put pressure on your crouch. Slowling, teasingly, she shifted forward, grinding her leg against your most sensitive region. You moaned into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of the fabric of The Doctor’s vest.

You and The Doctor continued to make out like this, building up the pressure and want between your bodies. Every once in a while, your beloved alien would expertly remove a piece of your clothing with nimble fingers until you were left beneath The Doctor in just your underwear while she remained completely clothed. Now she could touch you, grop you, caress you freely. Just as you wished, Your make out session stopped, however, when The Doctor moved to unbutton her waistcoat. Quickly, you grabbed her hands to stop her from doing so.

“Can you keep it on?” You asked, want heavy and evident in your voice.

“You want me to make you feel good like this?” The Doctor, despite her different anatomy, was breathing heavily from excitement. When she was like this, completely desperate for you, she didn’t need much convincing to try something new. However, she would be lying if she said that she never imagined ravishing your body while she was fully clothed and you were naked. Admittedly though, those imaginings were usually taking place in the console room of The TARDIS, but The Doctor’s excitement over this new opportunity never waned. She was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

“Yes, please, Doctor.” You begged breathlessly.

“Good.” The Doctor smirked before placing one sweet kiss on your lips. She would have wanted to tease you a bit more if she wasn’t so excited, probably something involving removing her underwear with her teeth. However, The Doctor was too eager to do that right now. She kissed you once more with a fervour while her hands ripped your underwear from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath her. Finally, The Doctor was going to grant your wish and make you feel good in her beautiful waistcoat.

Quarantine Breakdown

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader is stuck on Earth because of the covid-19 pandemic when The Master drops by.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - mentions of anxiety, depression, and a breakdown, references to The Master’s trauma from being stuck on Earth for 77 years

Word Count - 2348

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. I wrote and posted it in 2020. I just wanted to repost it on my new account. I hope you enjoy this!

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There was a random knock on your door, jarring you away from your reading. You were too confused to act at first, you hadn’t ordered anything online, and you hadn’t even ordered takeout. There was no reason for there to be a knock at your door today. You found your bookmark, but not as fast as you would have hoped. The bookmark, having fallen and cocooned itself within the blanket strewn across your lap, made itself very hard to find. The knocking increased rapidly as you finally escaped your soft prison. You haphazardly placed the book on the nearby coffee table, which was riddled with random objects and dishware because of your lack of cleaning your apartment recently. 

You stumbled to the door; legs sore from sitting for so long. You rifled a hand through your still slightly damp hair as you opened the door quickly, having grown annoyed by the knocking that seemed to grow in volume and in pace. Whoever was on the other side of your front door seemed to be in an impatient mood. Your eyes went wide with shock when the identity of the annoying knocking person was revealed. 

“What are you doing here, Master?” Your tone was confused, and a bit angry, he had been unusually quiet for months, ceasing all calls and texts and especially visits. You assumed that he got into trouble with some alien government he tried to scam once in the past or he was aware of the current pandemic and just wanted to avoid the whole debacle, or, even more likely, both options simultaneously. No matter what his reasoning for not communicating for so long, it still stung for him to abandon you so abruptly and coldly.

“What?! Y/n, I thought that you would be happy to see me! I’m sorry for not talking to you for a week,” your mouth fell open in shock, which he didn’t notice due to his rambling and his dramatic hand movements, “but I’ve been busy, scheming, planning, overthrowing planets … did you change your hair …” He finally noticed something, at least. He seemed unaware of the fact that his week of adventures had been four months of quarantine for you, but at least he noticed was something. You allowed him into your living room, hoping that he would close the door behind him as you picked up and organised some stacks of books, random discarded hoodies and old takeout menus that might become useful if The Master were to spend the night.

“Oh, yeah, I might have had a breakdown a couple of weeks ago and just made an impulsive decision. Said decision being based on a couple of months of questioning if I would look good with a different hairstyle…,” you looked at him in the middle of tidying up to see The Master now shocked. You imagined that your face and demeanour mirrored his current appearance when you opened the door, which might have explained his smirk then. The look of being verbally or situationally lost and left to pick up the pieces was funny to witness, and confusion and shock looked very cute on his face, making this situation bearable.

“Do you like it?!” You questioned to draw him out of his running mind.

The Master stuttered a bit, looking anywhere but your face, “Y-yes, I like it. You look … nice.” He stroked his eyebrow with his finger before helping you move some books from the coffee table, he still did not understand exactly what situation he left you in. With the general area around the coffee table and couch relatively clear, you offered him a seat while you went to go make some tea for the two of you.

He didn’t take you up on that offer, however. He merely followed you into the kitchen silently, resolving to lean against the counter and stare at you as you worked. He was still confused, but his shock mellowed a bit. You were always a mystery to him. You were a strange little Human that made him feel things. Things that were meant to be an impossibility for him to feel. Now he had to work out the mystery of what had occurred in your life since he dropped you off at your flat. And given the fact that he was already agonising over the mystery of how you had so much power over him, he preferred not to overwork himself.

“How long have I been gone, for you?” You looked at him in the middle of a journey to retrieve a jug of milk. His face was calm, but his eyes were large and sad, searching every part of your body, excruciatingly trying to find any differences in you or your personality other than your new haircut. He feared that you might have done more to yourself during your self-described breakdown.

“Almost five months. You dropped me off right before the quarantine was enacted.” you handed him a purple mug you had bought for him, but he insisted that you keep it at your flat in case he threw it during one of his infamous fits of rage. He thanked you for the tea and acknowledged the time apart but questioned the quarantine. Five months wasn’t awful by his standards, maybe to yours, but you were Human. He knew, however, how much trauma and tragedy can make a short time feel like forever and make a person desperate for the agony to be over.

“You know, the covid-19 crisis. The crisis reaching pandemic levels that certain world leaders are trying to ignore until it goes away. You know ... that quarantine.” You tried to joke, both to cheer yourself up from the past five months of boredom and fear and as an attempt to get The Master to smile. He did not smile, unfortunately, he kept staring at you, eyes searching for any pain in your words and actions.

He placed his mug down on the kitchen counter, then softly removed your mug from your hands and placed it on the counter in order to join his own. He turned back to you, stepping closer, ghosting his fingers over your own. He was secretly asking your permission to hold your hands. Which you accepted, interlocking your fingers together.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke so softly that it alarmed you. He had only spoken with you this softly one moment before, after being trapped on Earth for 77 years. He brought your interlocked fingers up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I did not mean to be away for so long. I wouldn't have even left you if I knew you would be forced to be on Earth alone. Especially for nearly five months!” You removed his hand from yours, his eyes shone with hurt at the loss of contact until he realised that you were trying to readjust the two of you into a hug. The Master clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He would occasionally kiss and nip at your soft skin, but go back to breathing in your scent, grounding himself in your comforting presence. He hated being alone without you. You hated being alone without him. Neither of you spoke about this, but you both knew of the other's feelings. 

“You would tell me if you were hurting right?” He hugged you slightly tighter, causing the buttons of his waistcoat to dig into your stomach.

“Of course, why?” He could tell that you weren’t lying, and he smiled at your loyalty but brought himself back to what you had mentioned.

“You said that you had a breakdown.”

“Well, I did message you. You didn’t answer, but I guess that has to do with a weird time thing.” He shook his head in disbelief at your Human memory.

“Yes, weird time thing, thank you for using the technical term I taught you. My phone will adjust to the correct time, eventually.” As soon as he said that, almost like magic, his phone went off with a series of dings and vibrations.

“Why isn’t it automatic? Like when you go to a different time zone?” The Master looked you in the eye, and you knew what he was going to say.

“Weird time thing.” The two of you simultaneously spoke. The Master began to scroll through the barrage of old messages that finally appeared, growing more and more disgruntled and worried with each new message. His forehead creased and his brows furrowed, his mouth was set in a permanent frown. Upon reading one message, he drew his lip into his mouth and bit it anxiously, something you had never seen him do. Maybe it was a habit he picked up from watching you do it so many times. But he quickly returned to his seriously stern expression when he realised you were watching him. 

You were tired of this, and you didn’t want to see his reactions to the voicemails you left him, which were even more anxiety-ridden and depressed in nature. You tore the phone from his grip and pocketed it. Before he could complain, you enveloped him in another hug.

“I’m fine now, Master. You’re here. Please stop worrying about me.” He reciprocated the hug, cradling your head in his shaking, worry-caused, hand.

“I will never stop worrying about you -” You cut him off, guessing what he was going to say.

“Yes, because I am a pathetic little Human. I'm from too fragile of a species to actually take care of myself properly. Blah. Blah. Blah. I heard this speech five months ago!” You chuckled into his neck, which he loved the feeling of, but he corrected you.

“Actually, I was going to say that I will never stop worrying about you because I care about you.” You tried to look at his face, but The Master’s tight grip on you kept you pressed against him. 

The two of you never talked about your feelings toward each other, but both of you knew that feelings were present. You would both hold each other for long periods of time, like this one. You would kiss each other on the cheek, forehead, hands, neck, basically anywhere except for each other’s mouths because that might have been too intimate in the past. The two of you would even jokingly call out to each other with the moniker ‘my loving spouse’. The two of you would also occasionally say that you loved each other, but always in tones of jest to try and mask the truth and weight of the words. Maybe the wall you both put up was finally breaking down.

Out of nowhere, The Master shot backwards from the hug, placing his hands on your forearms to keep you in place, as he cracked a cheeky smile.

“Idea! Do you want to get off of this miserable planet and go on an adventure?” You breathed a sigh of relief, desperate to do something off of the planet Earth and to get out of the emotional state that you have been in recently.

“Absolutely! An adventure anywhere sounds fantastic!” His smile grew even wider at your response. He rolled his shoulders back in confidence, grabbing you by the neck and giving you a kiss on the forehead before running to your door and, subsequently, his TARDIS, pulling you in tow. He bounded inside, leaving you to close the door of the TARDIS, as you had left him in a similar state earlier. However, The Master’s excited attitude crumbled as a loud beeping began emitting from the console.

“What is that noise?” You questioned by his side, trying to understand the Gallifreyian writing flashing on the console screen.

“It’s an alarm.” He grumbled, he leaned his hands on the console, his head falling down between his shoulders.

“Yeah, I can see that, but what's alarming you about what? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing,” he said sarcastically, raising his head and talking with his hands dramatically, “Just an alarm informing us that no individuals can leave the planet Earth or this period in time for the foreseeable future until the virus dies down!” He walked over and slumped down onto a nearby sofa, his head falling in his hands. You walked over to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around his back to massage his shoulders and leaning your head against his.

“I know how much you hate Earth, Master, especially being stuck on it, but at least you won’t be alone. You have me this time.” He looked up at you, eyes holding back tears. He really didn’t want to have to do this all over again.

“I love you, Y/N.” This was his way of thanking you for being beside him when no one has ever done that before, and also his promise to not leave you alone like he just accidentally had. It might have been accidental, but he still felt guilty. A tear fell from his beautiful and inviting eyes. You reached up to wipe it away.

“I love you, too, Master.” This was you making the same promise to stay by his side and the same declaration of appreciation for his willingness to stay with you. You took the opportunity of this soft moment to place an impulsive kiss on his lips like you always wanted to. It was just a peck, though, but The Master deepened the kiss in a fervour. He passionately held your face in his hands and caressed your cheekbones with all of the pent of love for you he has trying to suppress since he met you. The two of you broke apart, eventually, both breathless with bruised lips. 

You and The Master ended up holding each other until you both fell asleep, there on the TARDIS console room sofa, blissfully unprepared for what your future would throw at you but determined that the two of you would make it through. As long as you each had each other, you and The Master would make it out together. No matter what.

My Baby Doll

Dhawan!Master x Reader

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

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Reader being turned into a doll.

Word Count - 792

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sneaking Around

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master stops the reader in the hallways of The TARDIS to have a private moment, but they are interrupted by the owner of the ship.

Based On This Request - 

Prompt(s) Used - #12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss. And #22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Warnings - Nsfw, so 18+. There’s no sex, but there’s talks of sex and experimentation. And there is a lot of making out and foreplay.

Word Count - 1126

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account by a lovely anon. I hope you enjoy it!

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You walked out of the library, a new book on your current hyper fixation in hand. Suddenly, two hands tightly grabbed your hips and pulled you into a darkened hallway. The hands turned you and moved you gently up against the nearest wall. A series of deep kisses were then littered against your neck as The Master pressed his body into yours.

This was new to you, feeling so much attention from him, but you never wanted it to stop. Beginning to date The Master, Rebel Time Lord and warrior in the Last Great Time War, was not what you expected to happen after The Doctor forced The Master to live in her TARDIS. It was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise, nonetheless. All you hoped was for The Doctor and The Fam to respect your choices because you were happy with The Master, and you knew that he was happy with you.

“Master …”

“Yes, love. Say my name.” The Master’s kisses became wetter and more frantic as he moved his way up your neck to your jaw. He moved his hand up to cradle your face and pull you further into his embrace. You gasped as The Master pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb while he sucked a mark just below your jaw.

“We can’t do this here.” The Master hummed into your neck, trying to keep himself from chuckling at your anxiety. It was probably warranted, but The Master couldn’t resist you.

“Why not?” The Master bit your earlobe, causing you to moan.

“Someone could walk in on us.”

“No one is going to walk in on us, Y/n.” The Master peppered your face with kisses in an attempt to calm you down.

“But what if someone does walk in on us? We’re in a hallway.”

“I hacked the TARDIS layout, so my room was close and I darkened the lights to give us some atmospheric ambience. We’ll be fine.”

“But - ” The Master pulled back to look at you properly, but he kept his hands firmly on your waist. The Master liked to have fun and absolutely adored teasing you, but consent was very important to him. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable. He only wanted to give you pleasure.

“If you are really uncomfortable, we can stop and go to either of our rooms. You did say that you wanted to experiment a bit. I just want to make you happy and keep you satisfied.”

“I know, but are you ready for The Doctor or The Fam to find out about us? Especially in such an … exposed … way.” You looked away, a bit nervous at the thought of someone walking in on you and The Master. The Master’s fingers curled beneath your chin and made you look him in the eye.

“I’ve been wanting them to know that you belong to me for a while now.” The Master smirked and winked at you, knowing that that always drove you crazy.

“Master …”

“Do you want to stay or go?”

“I think we can take the risk.” The Master smirked before crashing his lips into yours, causing your body to be fully pressed between the TARDIS wall and The Master’s torso. The Master held your face in between his hands, not allowing you to pull away from his demanding kisses. The Master was always so magnetic, but when he was doing everything that made you weak, there was no way to resist his charm. You couldn’t help but grind your hips, looking for some sort of relief. The Master quickly noticed this and placed his knee in between your legs and moved one hand back to your hip to guide your actions.

The Master moved his other hand from your cheek to your neck, putting pressure on your neck but not fully choking you. You snaked your hand down his torso to his pants. You could feel him smirking against your lips as you unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. You pulled back to ask if you could continue and The Master eagerly consented. The Master gripped your head with both of his hands again and pulled you back into a fierce kiss as you moved your hand into his trousers to massage his hardening cock through his underwear.

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A swirling alarm began blaring on the TARDIS console, causing The Doctor to freeze mid-monologue.

“What’s that alarm for, Doc?” Graham asked innocently, worried about the sickened expression that crossed The Doctor’s face.

“It’s … uh … nothing! I’ll be right back.” The Doctor ran around out of the console room as quickly as possible, ignoring the worried questions from The Fam. She fumbled through the halls of her TARDIS, trying to find the device she had created that had fallen deep in her bigger on the inside pocket. The Doctor assumed that you and The Master were seeing each other, and she wasn’t exactly excited about that. So, the Doctor created a little machine that would notify her if the two of you were getting too close for her comfort, and pop popcorn. For some reason, she felt the need to add a popcorn function to the little device, just in case.

The Doctor ran a bit faster when the little device pinged yet again. A bright red button was flashing on the screen. If the button turned purple, it would be too late for The Doctor to stop you. Code purple, The Doctor had called it, was definitely something that The Doctor did not want to see. Thankfully, The Doctor rounded the corner and found you and The Master before Code Purple was reached.

“Y/n!” The Doctor called your name, hoping that it would cause you and The Master to separate. You screamed upon hearing The Doctor yell your name and hid your face in The Master’s chest. The Master only growled in annoyance due to the interruption.

“What do you two think you are doing?!”

“Well, we were having just a bit of fun, Doctor.” The Master tried to get you to look back up at him to see if you were okay, but you continued to hide your warm face in The Master’s torso.

“This is completely unacceptable!”

“Like you don’t do this with Yaz, mom.” The Master sarcastically retorted, finally managing to get you to look at him. He caressed the apple of your cheek and booped your nose with his, basically ignoring The Doctor’s nervous monologues.

“How! How dare you?!” The Doctor tried to look anywhere but where the two of you were still holding onto each other. Unfortunately, she noticed where your hand was located during the entirety of this conversation. 

“Y/n, get your hand out of The Master’s pants!”

Protectiveness Headcanons

Dhawan!Master x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Headcanons about The Master cuddling the Reader.

Based on this Request -

Warnings - Possibly slight Yandere vibes

Word Count - 684

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Based on the request above submitted by @flybi91​ on my old Tumblr account. This is the second part of this request; the first part will be linked here. I hope you enjoy it! I can add to this later if I have more ideas.

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This version of the Master was more protective than some of his other regenerations

Ever since discovering the origins of Time Lords and the Timeless Child, he had become insecure, but he tried not to show it

He wanted one person, he just needed one, to love him wholeheartedly

Someone to touch him, hold him, praise him, care for him, just see him as a unique person and love him wholeheartedly

He wanted someone who wanted him as much as he wanted them

And then he found you

You were everything he wanted and more

But he convinced himself that, because who he was a lie, you would leave him and that was the last thing he wanted

You were the only thing he had that was good

This caused The Master to be more protective over you than if you were just a random companion

He didn’t like you walking, adventuring, or living alone - not because he didn’t trust you, but because he didn’t trust other people

His hand would either be holding yours or be placed firmly on your back when the two of you are out together

However, he enjoyed whenever you would link arms with him

Under extreme circumstances, he would drag you by one of your shoulders away from whomever he didn’t like 

The longer your relationship with The Master would grow, the more protective he will become

During his dark times, he would refuse to let you leave his TARDIS, but that would usually only last for a couple of day until The Drums quieted themselves

If you ever insisted on staying on Earth for a bit, he would stay with you

He would consider putting trackers in your devices for a long time

The only thing that would make him reconsider doing this is the fact that you are incredibly loyal

One day, while adventuring, you do get kidnapped by a group of people who wanted revenge against The Master

Upon finding you again, The Master violently tortured and killed all of the members of the group

He carried you back to his TARDIS, cared to any wounds you might have had and the two of you took a warm bath together before cuddling all night

The next day, he placed extreme protective measures all over his Tardis and over your home on Earth

The Master didn’t leave your side for the next month, and he wouldn’t let you leave his ship for even longer

You literally had to beg The Master into leaving The TARDIS

And you had to promise that you would only visit you family and friends and to not leave your house for any other reason - except to maybe go grocery shopping

But he definitely started tracking your movements

You knew about this, though, and understood why he believed that he had to go to those measures

The Master would force you to stand behind him if the two of you ever encountered The Doctor

The Master would eventually force you to return to his TARDIS, if the encounter with The Doctor lasted too long, because he didn’t want The Doctor to even think about stealing you away from him

If The Doctor did ever manage to ‘kidnap’ you, The Master would be on a warpath until he found you again

This routine would happen for a while until The Doctor eventually understood that you and The Master loved each other, and The Master hadn't done anything threatening towards you

She still kept a watchful eye on the two of you, but was happy to see her old friend in love and with someone who cared for him

The Master just wanted you to feel safe and be safe

He didn’t want his past or the people he would sometimes associate himself with to get in the way of your relationship, your opinion of him, or your safety.

He knew that he could sometimes be extreme in his efforts to protect you, but he just wanted you to know how much he loved you and appreciated you and wanted to care for you

Cuddling Headcanons

Dhawan!Master x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Headcanons about The Master cuddling the Reader.

Based on this Request - 

Warnings - Some Master obsessiveness, there is some nsfw stuff (so minors DNI)

Word Count - 1257

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Based on the request above submitted by @flybi91​ on my old Tumblr account. Sorry if some things might be a bit ooc, here are just some thoughts I’ve had if The Master was simping. Also, this is my first time writing headcanons, so I hope that you enjoy them. I’m going to post the protectiveness part in a different post, I’ll link it here. I can add to this later if I have more ideas.

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The Master was first apprehensive about cuddling

Of course, he had cuddled people, and you, before but that was usually as a part of an aftercare routine

He had never cuddled just to cuddle to his recollection

He also thought that this would ruin his reputation

Falling in love with you was bad enough, he couldn’t let anyone find out that he stooped to cuddling

You assured him that this would just be something private between the two of you

And to inflate his ego a bit, you expressed that you just wanted to feel closer to him, to have all of his attention on you, to feel fully consumed by his presence

He was still sceptical and refused, but said that he would think about it

You hoped that if you praised him enough, he would eventually cuddle you

But you ended up not having to wait that long

The Master suddenly got sick with some weird space cold after an adventure and he demanded that you cuddle him to warm him up

You obviously teased him about the quick turnaround, but gladly cuddled him in the little cocoon nest of blankets and pillows he had created on his extravagant bed

Since then, he always wanted to cuddle and would claim any excuse just to hold you at any point in time

This regeneration was touchier than some of his previous regenerations

He would find any excuse to touch you 

He always seemed to be playing with your hair or running a hand up and down your body or subconsciously picking at your fingers

Now, while cuddling, he found that he was able to fiddle with parts of you with more ease

He also relished in the feeling of having you play with his hair or scratching his beard

He loved being touched and held by you, just having all of your attention fully on him

He loved spooning you or any position where he was holding you

The Master’s favourite cuddling position is hold you tightly against his chest

He preferred to have one of his arms around your shoulders and neck and the other wrapped around your waist and his legs tangled up with yours - basically trapping you against him because he doesn’t want you to leave (the cuddle session or him, in general)

He loves when you sleep on his chest, over his hearts - he took pride in the fact that his heart beats calm you down

The Master wanted to feel like he was a good protector to you

He also loved feeling you on top of him - either straddling him and massaging and caressing him or just fully laying on top of him - again, he just likes having your full attention

Along with that, he loves reading to you when cuddling or when you wear something of his when cuddling - The Master likes knowing that you are his and you want to be in his presence

Because of The Drums in his head and the history of Gallifreyans, he is sometimes insecure about the things that make him obviously a Time Lord, but he is always comforted by your love and acceptance of him

The Master didn’t talk about The Drums as much, in comparison to his other regenerations, but they still affected him greatly and he would always find you when they would get bad

He preferred to be the one cuddled during these moments

He didn’t really care about the position, but he wanted to feel safe and wanted

But if you were to give him head scratches or even beard scratches, he would be putty in your hands and feel like the most loved and powerful person in the Multiverse

When The Drums were particularly bad or he was stressed or completely tired out, he would just flop on top of you and expect you to curl yourself around him and rub his back and play with his hair until he fell asleep

Bonus points if you whispered praises and sweet nothings in his ear while he was drifting off to sleep

Call him a good Master

Tell him that no one will compare to him, that you will never want anyone else, and you will always stay with him

Tell him that you are his and all will be

He needs to be reassured that he’s good for you and that you still want him sometimes, especially when the Drums are loud, and they bring back horrible memories of his time on Gallifrey

The Master is not above manipulating you into staying with him longer

He will often accuse you of “not loving him anymore” and that’s why you want to leave the cuddle session

Your reason could be as logical as needing to use the restroom or needing to get food or needing to take a shower, and The Master would still use that claim

Eventually, he would become fearful of you dying and see enough reason to, momentarily, halt the cuddle session for you to do all of the Human stuff you need to do

The Master would follow you to wherever you need to go, though.

If you were going to the kitchen to make food, The Master would hug you from behind as you cooked and then make you sit on his lap while you ate

He would eventually have his TARDIS attach small kitchens to your rooms, so the two of you could rejoin the cuddle pile as soon as possible

If you had to go to the bathroom, you would run there after The Master released his grip on you - and then lock him out of the bathroom because you know from previous experiences that he would follow you into the room and it would just be awkward

If you were going to take a bath or shower, you learned that it was just better to allow him to join you

Where The Master would go back and forth from soft and cuddly to suggestive and touchy really quickly

Cuddle sessions with The Master could be completely innocent, or could be a gateway to something sexual, if you were okay with it

Sometimes it would be a mix of both (again if you are comfortable with it) and the two of you would telepathically pleasure each other or you would cockwarm him

Because Time Lord biology is different than Humans, he doesn’t have as high of a libido, but he just loves you so much and just wants to be as close to you as possible

The Master also just loved knowing that he is the only person able to please you and give you so much pleasure and bliss

If you ever got hurt on an adventure, The Master would not let you leave your bed for a while

Post adventure cuddles were always interesting. They could go one of two ways:

Either, The Master would initiate an incredibly possessive cuddle session, which would lead to rough and possessive sex

Or The Master would sweetly hold you tightly and tell you all the things he loved about you and how much you changed his view on life and how much he never wanted to lose you

The Master loves you; he cares for you; The Master wants to see you happy, and hopes that you want to see him happy, too

Since being introduced to your cuddles, holding you and being held by you became one of the top ways the two of you expressed your love for each other

Frogs and Snails

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is staying at home for a couple of days to recharge, but frantically calls The Master to join them when they find some frogs and snails on their property. 

Based on this Request -

Warnings - Small mention of The Master being a bit overprotective/tracking/stalking, but other than that small mention, it’s just fluffy.

Word Count - 2284

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This is based on a request, from @flybi91​, asked on my old Tumblr. I finally posted it after many mental health troubles. I’m hoping to post much more during this year because I am finally feeling better. This is such a cute request, though, and I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy it. 💜

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Whenever you were home, you would walk out into the woods that surrounded your home and meditate in nature. Something about that environment calms you down and makes you feel real, where other environments could easily overstress you and make you feel cluttered. The Master tried to recreate the environment around your home in a personalised meditation room in his TARDIS for you, but it wasn’t the same. There were no random animals that would come up to you while you were meditating or relaxing, and the manufactured wind just felt off. 

You were very grateful for The Master’s efforts, but sometimes you just needed to recharge back on Earth. The Master tried to be sympathetic, but he had difficulty in doing so. His memories of Gallifrey were rarely peaceful. He wanted to see you happy though, so he would, slightly reluctantly, travel to Earth and allow you to stay there for as long as you needed. But he would never be that far away from you, even if you thought you were alone.

You had been home for a couple of days but were unable to spend any time outside. Some days it was because you were too tired to venture out, other days it was because of rain, or sometimes it was because you had plans with your friends. But today, you were free to finally do as you wished and you grabbed a picnic blanket and headed outside. Dew covered the ground and there was a nice fog that surrounded your home. The sun, still, had yet to rise, but the sky was lightening by the second. 

You spread your blanket out at the edge of the woods and sat down with your legs in a crisscrossed position. It had been so long since you were on Earth that you forgot that it was frog season. So, when you heard the frogs croaking, you immediately jumped up and began searching, completely abandoning your picnic blanket and plans to relax. It didn’t take you long to locate where the little croaking cuties were hiding. A bit inside the woods, there was a small lake that was an offshoot to a stream nearby and the frogs would usually lay their eggs there. 

After finding the frog’s hideout, you ran back to your house to get some snacks. Then you picked up the blanket you had left on your lawn and walked back down the path to the lake to settle down. You opened some of the containers of snacks for yourself and, hopefully, some cute creatures. Soon, you were able to coerce some frogs to join you on your blanket, then some friendlier frogs hopped up onto your lap. While other frogs simply enjoyed your gift of strawberries. You smiled at the scene before you. This was exactly what you needed to calm down, but you were saddened at the thought of The Master not being here with you. 

You had grown quite close to him throughout your travels together. You interpreted your relationship with the renegade Time Lord to be heading down a more intimate path. You weren’t exactly quick to pick up on the lingering gazes or the protective gestures he would give you, but they were much too obvious now for you to ignore. You believed that he noticed the change in your relationship, too, but he was too stubborn to admit that he had feelings for a Human, and you were too bashful and scared to confess your feelings out of fear of rejection. 

You sat calmly, petting a large toad, while feeding it an equally large strawberry. Suddenly, you saw a couple of slugs on a nearby plant and became even more excited! You stealthily and carefully moved the pair of slugs onto your blanket. You gave them some grapes and strawberries to eat, as well. You had to get The Master here to see this moment, even if he was doing something important. You didn’t know if he had even seen Earth frogs or slugs before, and you believed that him being here with you to see this sight took precedence over whatever he was doing. You knew that he didn’t understand why you enjoyed Earth so much. So maybe if you called him here to sit with you, then maybe he would understand why you felt so peaceful here. You grabbed your phone and called the Time Lord.

The Master was tinkering with his Tardis console right before you called. Not because he needed to, but because he was bored. The Master never knew what to do when you weren’t around, and he hated that feeling. He tried to deny the fact that you were the reason why he woke up in the morning for a long time, but he had practically given up on doing so now. You were the reason why he started his day, why he took care of himself, why he wanted to show off. You had completely consumed his life. He wasn’t prepared to tell you this fact yet, but he was preparing to do so. He jumped slightly when he heard his TARDIS phone ring. His TARDIS had clearly made the phone ring louder to draw him out of his thoughts. The Master picked up the phone and was about to ask who was calling, but you cut him off.

“Master! Come here! Quickly!” You were so excited that you couldn’t regulate your volume and your voice came out as a bit of a scream. In shock, The Master jolted forward and hit his head on the underside of the console.

“What?! Are you okay?” His voice echoed with a worried growl.

“Yes! Just come here!” The Master stood up, rubbing the bump on his head, again shocked after you had ended the call without a goodbye. You never did that. You always gave agonisingly long goodbyes filled with sweet testimonies about how much you missed him and wished to see him sooner. He had immediately assumed the worst. As fast as he could, The Master plotted a course to your house.

The Tardis appeared in the middle of your living room. The Master bustled out of his ship, almost ripping over his feet, anxiously. The Master called your name, but he heard no response. He ran upstairs then down to your basement, then scanned your house for any sign of life. You were nowhere to be found. The Master released a defeated huff and prepared to phone you again to find out where you were, but then he remembered something.

Soon after the two of you met, The Master noticed your love of jewellery. The closer he got to you, the more The Master wanted to protect you. So, he may or may not have gifted you a necklace for your birthday that contained a tracking device. The Master had never had to use it for what it was intended for, you thankfully had never been kidnapped, but he had found himself watching the tracker for hours whenever you were away on Earth, and he had given up trying to distract himself from your absence. It gave him some peace of mind to see you walk around your house or go to the shops. 

He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand for being so dumb as to not think about the tracker sooner. He had, in fact, had the image of the tracker up on his TARDIS console before he got bored of watching you sleep. He hated that in his fear of losing you, he might have wasted time in saving you. So, The Master began following the tracker toward your location, his walking soon turning into a run when he remembered the urgent tone in your voice. He huffed, thinking that these new emotions would be the death of him, or even worse, the death of you. He looked down at the tracker once again, while turning onto a small path, but looked up suddenly when he heard you calling his name while walking up to him.

“Y/N are you okay?!” The Master quickly pocketed his tracking device before you could see it and question it. 

“Yes! Of course, I am okay, silly!” Once you were by the alien, you hugged him tightly, happy that he did actually come to see you instead of hiding away on his ship. The Master hugged you back tightly while nuzzling his face in your neck and inhaling your scent. He was so relieved that you were not hurt, but he quickly pushed you back by your shoulders to question you.

“Then why did you scare me half to regeneration?!”

“Oh! I just wanted to show you something. Follow me.” You turned and walked down the path back toward the pond until you realised that The Master wasn’t following you. He was standing at the top of the path staring at you, gobsmacked and completely out of his depth at the idea that you just wanted to see him. You huffed and trenched back up the path and grabbed The Master’s hand and pulled him along the path behind you. You let go of The Master’s hand to move away some of the frogs and slugs from the middle of your blanket so the two of you could sit without hurting anything.

“Why are we here, Y/N?” You sat cross legged again and returned your attention to the small creatures.

“Frogs!” You turned to look at The Master, grinning from ear to ear, while holding a couple of small, green frogs in the palm of your left hand up to him.

“You called me here to look at … frogs?” You held up your right hand to The Master, as well, which contained a large slug eating a strawberry.

“And slugs! Lookie! They are so cute!” The Master sighed, unable to stay cross at you when you looked so happy. He smiled and moved to sit beside you on the blanket, careful not to squash anything. 

“So ... what are these tiny creatures, again, and why do you like them so much?”

“This is a slug.” You placed a slug in the rebel Timelord’s hand, along with a grape for the tiny creature to eat.

“Why is it so slimy?” You ignored his question, assuming that he would not actually want to know all of the intricacies of the mucus slugs excrete. And because he might hurt the poor creature in disgust.

“And this is a frog. Be careful! You have to be gentle so as not to hurt them!” The Master looked at them curiously, almost scientifically. He had heard about them each briefly in textbooks about Earth and its various biomes, ecosystems, and organisms, but he never had the opportunity to interact with them. He looked back at you with less judgmental eyes and questioned you again.

“You never answered why you like them.” You paused briefly before answering, wanting to be fully genuine because you knew that’s the kind of response The Master wanted to receive.

“I don’t know. They are just cute. I would always go frog hunting when I was younger, and I would always save the slugs that the mean kids would try to pour salt on when I was at school. They are just sweet creatures. And I like them. They deserve respect just like everyone else.” The Master shook his head slowly; he had a bittersweet smile written on his face. You questioned why he was acting this way.

“You’re too good for me, Y/n.”

“I don’t think I’m too good for you, Master.”

“On your day off you decided to feed frogs and snails freshly cut strawberries and grapes. Then you gleefully called me to show me said fruit eating creatures. That’s the most disgustingly sweet thing I have ever heard. It’s as if you walked out of a 2000s indie movie.”

“And because of me and my disgustingly sweet attitude you can now make the reference!” You poked his side jokingly.

“Ugh! You’re ruining me, Human!” The Master rolled his eyes playfully and bumped your shoulder with his. He made the excuse with himself that he just wanted to joke around with you, but he really just wanted to be closer to you physically.

“Come on! You love having me around and you know it!” You bumped his shoulder, just as he did to you, but you didn’t move after, keeping your shoulders touching one another. The Master stared at you sternly, but his eyes remained warm. He was upset that you noticed his soft spot for you, fearful of what that meant for the two of you, but he couldn't deny your sweet, smiling face. You didn’t seem worried about the future, so he assumed that the serious conversation the two of you needed to have could wait for another day.

“You’re right. I do like having you around, my little Human.” The Master took his free hand and poked your grinning cheek before wrapping his arm around you to pull up into his side. You kissed his cheek then nuzzled into the crook of his neck before the two of you continued to feed the tiny creatures. You spent the rest of the morning talking and relaxing with each other in the woods by your home before eventually returning to his TARDIS. 

You had come back to Earth to recharge, but nothing that Earth could offer would ever compare to the quiet moments you had with The Master. You were happy to have two of your favourite things collide in such a peaceful way and hopefully it will happen more often in the future.

Pokes you with a stick/pos

Lightning BFDI. Or Gelatin. Gigglies

HAIIII !!!! >x3

here u are :3 lmk if u want more !!!

lightning favicon//pixel guy :3

wiggle graphics :3

still pngs :3

optimized//compressed versions of the wiggles graphics (less storage !!!) :3

haiii if ur not busy it would be kewl if u could make a bow ii graphic, where she's like in an MP3 player XD no rush lol

hihi !! ofc !!! i decided u were special nd made u a bunch :3

i love bow sssssssssssssssm x3 maybe i'll make another pixel w her on her chair :o

my suggestion Numbuh 3 please. :]

yeah of course !!! x3 she was my favoritest when i was little x3 i haven't watched it in so long ,,, i hope these r 2 ur liking !! <333