Comments | laser_not_sonic: y halo thar, bandwagon

laser_not_sonic

y halo thar, bandwagon

Mar 16, 2009 23:42

Because, well, it's the Master, and I couldn't resist.

If you want to have your pup have some sort of sexual relations with mine, comment here! I'll write a drabble/short fiction makin' it happen!

what is this 'meme' bollocks?

Comments 14

ambitious_woman March 17 2009, 04:54:24 UTC

Why not, I say!

laser_not_sonic March 17 2009, 04:57:20 UTC

You know what, I knew you were going to respond, and that was the one thing that made me hesitate about posting this. It might not sound like it, but I promise, that is actually a compliment. Because Reinette is awesome beyond belief and ergo, damned difficult to write.

But I will write it!

Just for you. Because I luff you, bb.

ambitious_woman March 17 2009, 05:21:54 UTC

There is only ONE secret to Reinette. No contractions! There I told ya. LOL Anyone can write her.

But, don't force anything. *hugs*

When it comes....and nevermind. Bad words for this thread.

laser_not_sonic March 17 2009, 05:23:46 UTC

*laughs* It is not how she speaks, my dear, it's what she says that's the tricky part.

But nah, I can get it. I have faith in my writerly wiles. And also, the Master thinks that sexual relations with Madame de Pompadour are an excellent idea, so really, I have no choice in the matter.

Thread 5

te_gwas March 17 2009, 09:55:09 UTC

*throws all of her pups*

Master/Adam (494 words) laser_not_sonic March 18 2009, 21:47:22 UTC

(Only I seem to have forgotten to make them shag. Whoops)

'I could change it.'

Adam tries to make his voice as cool and unaffected as he can, but the Master can still hear the desperation there. It's potent, obvious not only in his voice, but also his bearing, and the Master turns easily, arching an eyebrow that invites him to continue, but to be Very Careful about it.

Adam swallows, but ploughs forward regardless. 'Find me the Doctor, and I'll change it for you. For both of you.' He seems to sense that he's treading on particularly thin ice here, but he swallows, bracing himself. People will dare so much with the threat of utter oblivion hanging over their heads. 'It’d be simple. I can make it so he never left; the way it ought to have been, I can do that ( ... )

his_sarah_jane March 17 2009, 13:00:59 UTC

Jenny and Sarah!

...but not in the same ficlet, plz. <3!

mind_the_tardis March 17 2009, 14:23:10 UTC

Dammit, having an OC makes these things bloody near impossible.

...Well, pick a random historical figure? Or, hell, Watch!Ten. I haven't had him out in yonks, as Magister would say.

rude_not_ginger March 17 2009, 21:32:42 UTC

Go on, then!

Doctor/Master (275 words) laser_not_sonic March 18 2009, 06:18:39 UTC

The Doctor is asleep.

He's naked, flung out over the bedsheets and managing to take up the entire bed, all limbs at awkward angles, fingers and even toes splayed out as far as they can manage it. The Master can smell the scent of him from here; semen and sleep and blood and sweat- the latter two are slicked over his skin, making a shadow of the curve of his back shine dully in the artificial light.

He's not likely to wake up any time soon, or else the Master wouldn't be here at all.

The Doctor had sleepily tugged him back to the bed as he'd left the first time, soft and responsive with intimacy, his body loose from a hard fucking. But the Master had denied him, of course. Just because they'd shagged did not mean he was about to cuddle with him. He hadn't bothered to see if there'd been any hurt in the Doctor's face at the refusal; if there was, it was his own fault for being fool enough not to expect it by now ( ... )