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aboutcustardcreams · 4 months ago

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For the prompt thingy how about Missy x reader and ♡ "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

I was so excited to wrap this up that I didn’t reread so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope it lives up your expectations. Soft Missy here cuz I love me a soft Missy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ who doesn’t, lies!

Hold on to something beautiful

Word count: 3600 ish

Your place hadn’t felt like home in a long time if you’re honest. You felt misplaced, wherever you turned. It almost disgusted you to be confined there. It was lonely and dull. You hated it, but you had nowhere else to go. Your place had been the TARDIS for five years, traveling side by side with the woman who day by day grew on you. She showed you the most amazing views, stars and galaxies. The sun itself. To live a stationary life on Earth after having gotten a taste of all those wonders seemed wrong.

How much time has it been? You wished you lost count. But there was a clock ticking in your head, reminding you of every second spent without her. It’s one of her routine visits to Gallifrey, she told you. In two days she promised to be back. You knew she hadn’t been completely acquitted— every now and then she had to show up, proving she had changed. And she did. You were so so proud of her.

It’s been months, despite her having promised you to be away only a couple of days. Told you to rest, meet up with your family and friends, before leaving again for another adventure. When you attempted the request to go with her, of course she said no, that it wasn’t necessary, and you had dropped it, truly thinking that a couple of days wouldn’t have been so bad after all. Except that days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. And Gods, if you missed her.

Not a message, nor an hologram of hers. Completely abandoned in your apartment, with no explanation, no note whatsoever. People say time helps numb the pain, but you can’t bring yourself to agree with them. You can’t remember a single moment you felt an ounce of relief since she left you. It hurt so much, sometimes you feel like you can’t breathe. Time Lords lie. You had been warned before, yet you had hoped foolishly that she wouldn’t lie to you.

You hated how she saved you and then ruined you. A part of you wished she had erased your memories, if her intention was to leave you like that.

What hurt the most was the look on her face when she told you she would come back. You still remembered that. She made a promise she knew she was going to break and she looked absolutely fine with it. You wondered if she found another human to travel with. You scoff bitterly at the thought. More like, a new toy to play with. That’s what you had been for her after all.

Turning your hands into fists, you bite your bottom lip so hard to prevent screaming. You were mad. It was one of those days where the line between sadness and anger was so thin, it blurred. You tried to bring yourself to hate her, yet all you could do was hate yourself for having been foolish enough to allow your feelings to bloom.

That was your life now; part of your days spent in bed, rarely eating anything. When was the last time you left your house for a breath of fresh air? You didn’t remember. Once a week you had your groceries delivered at home, with the bare minimum to survive. Living was a privilege you did not possess. She would laugh at you, wouldn’t she? Reminding you how weak and fragile human lives truly are. And she would be right.

Your head hurts. It’s not a novel to you. It’s probably dehydration too. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You let out a humorless, dry chuckle, when you believe you’re hearing the familiar whoosh of the TARDIS echoing in your rooms. You cover your eyes with your palms, before rubbing them angrily with your fingers. The whirring of the blue box used to give you a thrill now all it gives you is a sense of nausea and heartache. “Ugh stop this. Just stop playing games—“, you mutter to yourself.

A timid squeak follows, but you try to ignore it. You had no idea there was actually a TARDIS inside your room, in its usual spot, by the window. You even started to believe it all happened in your head, Missy, the Universe, the stars and all the galaxies she showed you.

“What a spectacular landing, I must admit,” the woman in purple gently taps the TARDIS’ door with a pleased grin, before stepping out, rather excited to see you.

She parts her lips to cheerfully chirp your name, but when she spots you curled up in bed, under a pile of sheets, she stalls, freezes.

“Poppet?” Her hearts shatter in her chest at the sight of your glazed cheeks, tired eyes and ruffled hair. She nervously clears her throat, taking in your unexpected sadness. “Hiya, hot stuff. It’s me, Missy.”

You think you’ve imagined it. You had to. A bitter chuckle escapes your mouth in fact, “I’m going crazy,” you mutter incredulously.

Missy’s frown can’t help but deepen. She lightly shakes her head, bemused, horrified by the blank look on your face.

“Why can’t you just–” you don’t finish your thought and gwan at your bottom lip as if you were pondering on those words. An exhale, “why can’t I just forget you?”

Missy swallowed, hard. “Is this some kind of joke?” Her throat bobbled. “Because if so, it kinda hurts my feelings, so knock it off,” she could feel her own voice struggling to come out as fluently as she would like.

You hum. When something or rather someone sit to the side of the mattress, you can’t help but see and feel her presence around you, above you. You can’t imagine it. Her hand reaches out to you, finds your leg and gives an hesitant squeeze, as if she is suddenly unsure whether it’s okay or not to touch you.

It’s your turn to feel your throat tighten. Chest suddenly to small to contain your heart.

“Look at me, poppet,” she pleads softly.

You’re shaking, but it’s not cold what you feel. “Is it really you?”, your voice barely above a whisper.

A watery smile curves her lips. “Of course!” Her hand moves from your leg to your face, gently cupping it. It feels so cold. You’re cold. Yet you’re under the bedsheets. You exhale shakingly. “Who else could it be?”

You take a moment to realize everything. You dart your eyes from her to the TARDIS. You couldn’t believe it. Along with the excitement to have all of it back, came a pinch of anger and frustration. So you sit up rather abruptly, and Missy’s hand falls from your face. You let yourself dive into those blue eyes of hers. You could very well let yourself drown without second thoughts, despite everything.

A pause, before taking action. “Where the bloody hell have you been?”, you push her, taken by anger and frustration.

Missy looks at you in disbelief. She has never seen you so angry before, not at her at least, “Excuse me?” She stutters out. “Have you gone mad?”

Your face turns red. “The truth? Maybe,” you nod bitterly. “Possibly. No, wait. Most certainly,” you’re filled with so many questions, you don’t even know where to start. Why was she looking at you as if you had grown a second head was beyond your knowledge though. “You’re the one who left me, I shouldn’t be doing the explanations.”

Missy swallowed again, nervously. “Okay, so it’s about that,” she reasoned carefully. You flash her a glare and she lifts her hands up defensively. “Alright, fair enough, I’m aware it’s been a little more than a couple of days, but if you could just let me explain—“ you flap a hand at her again, not too hard, but enough to make her squeal, “Oi! Will you stop it?”

You ignore that. “Do you think I’m stupid? How long do you think it’s been?”

There’s such a fresh, raw suffering veiling your eyes that causes Missy to act. She cups your face, and when you try to jerk from her grasp, she fights and keeps you there.

“I mean it. Stop it—“ she pleads, her voice both soft and concerned. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

You feel a bit dizzy if you’re honest. But you’re upset, so it’s quite normal, isn’t it?

“What happened to you?” She urged.

“You really don’t know?”

“No,” she deadpans. “Anyway, I must tell you you’re lucky my old ways are past me. I used to kill for much less,” she tries to lighten the mood, hoping to finally see you smile. She missed it.

You’re tempted to hit her again, because how could she not know? She’s a Time Lady for heaven’s sake.

“Don’t make me tie your hands,” she warns you, however there’s no harshness in her voice. She sighs, when you avert your eyes from her, grumbling under your breath. “Just tell me how long it’s been. Ten days? Two weeks?”

A pause that feels like an eternity follows, before you mutter out, “Six months, Missy.” Her face paled, and your features hardened a bit. “Six fucking months during which you just… disappeared.”

Slightly shaking her head, Missy winced at that. “No.. that can’t be right. I left for merely six days, not six months.” When you meet her eyes again, she feels completely powerless. “I- I don’t understand. I settled the right coordinates. The TARDIS-“

“I wish you were right,” you sniffled.

She let out a shaky breath and with the free hand, she lifts your chin towards her. Next thing you feel are her soft, plump lips pressed against your forehead.

“I’m sorry, poppet. It was a mistake…”

You slightly pull away. A wave of conflicting emotions battle against each other. “I thought I was never going to see you again.” When she shakes shakes her head, you ask. “What happened?”

“I was in Gallifrey like I told you,” there is no lie within her words. “All boring stuff and then, on my way back I spotted some Lupari ships in my trajectory, well they spotted me,” she clarifies with an eye roll. “I had to throw them off so that they wouldn’t follow me on Earth.”

You frowned. “I didn’t think Lupari were dangerous. Don’t they consider humans their best friends?” Your question raises a little smile upon Missy’s face.

Such a clever girl, you are.

“They do,” when she pulls you closer, you nuzzle in her shoulder. She feels so warm towards you. It’s like she is reviving your aching body just by being close. Missy can’t help but graze her fingers up and down your forearm, as she holds you. “I attacked them once. I wasn’t… merciful,” she admits with a sad chuckle you don’t reciprocate. “I wasn’t scared for me but for you.”

You bit your inner cheek. Was it her way to say it was your fault she left for six months?

“Say something…” she uttered, breaking the silence.

You pull away slowly. “I can’t be doing this again, Missy. I can’t live with the constant fear that one of these days you’ll leave me because you’re trying to protect me.”

Missy felt like her whole world came crushing down upon her shoulders. “I won’t leave you again. I told you it was a mistake—“

You wince, slightly pulling away. “Mistakes can happen again, though”, you bow your head and fix your gaze upon your trembling fingers.

Missy clenched her jaw. A solitary tear slid down her cheek. “You’re right,” she concedes, sadly. When you look up, she performs the best reassuring smile she can give you. “But I can promise you to always do my best not to make any. Or at least, not many of them.”

You let out a watery chuckle as you nod. Finally that sound she missed so much comes back to her ears.

“I missed you. I .. missed you so much.”

“I know. I can see that,” she coos, stroking your cheeks and brushing some hair from your face. “Quite an effect I have on people, right?”

You laugh again, finally feeling yourself relax. She beams down at you, opens her arms wide in the silent request to snuggle again in her embrace. You didn’t need to be told twice. You squeeze her so tight, you become one with her.

“Missed you too by the way,” she pipes up.

“Oh, I know.” You mimic her tone, grinning.

“I could go back in time. Rearrange the coordinates. Show up the day after I dropped you on Earth and prevent all this…”

But you shake your head. “It’s okay, it’s done now. We are allowed to be sad about it and start from here.”

You can tell she isn’t convinced by your words, “are you sure?”

You nod your head, before giving her another squeeze. She racks her fingertips through your hair so gently, you let out a pleasant hum.

“What else happened?” Your next question came unexpected, in fact she rather abruptly stopped her cuddle.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you told the truth. However, you’re omitting something too.”

It shocks her how easily you can read her like an open book. It’s like a superpower you have which more often than not leaves her stalling, unprepared.

“I’m not,” she objects, her voice sounding almost childishly. “I was trying to keep you safe, that’s all.”

You hummed, unimpressed. “From the only species that clearly would never harm humans?”

Her lips twitched in an amused smile, despite everything. You were too clever for your own good.

“I knew it wasn’t safe for me to keep a poppet with a brain…”

You chuckled, pulling on her clothes. “Come on! Tell me.”

“Fine,” she mouthed feigning annoyance, “I was running from the Lupari at first, yes. But then… I guess, they got me thinking. All my life,” she trails off. “The decisions— questionable decisions I made throughout each regeneration of mine came haunting me like… living nightmares.”

There’s genuine interest in your gaze, fondness, more than anything, and it drives the Time Lady absolutely crazy. No judgment whatsoever.

“Turns out, I may be good now but it doesn’t change who I was and who I will always be to those I caused pain. And the Lupari are just one of the many creatures I tried to bend to my will,” you reached out to touch her hand. She smiled at the gesture and continued. “I thought of you,” a fleeting smile caught her lips. You grin back, and when she finally meets your gaze, you blush. “Of the annoying yet brilliant ray of sunshine you are, always so nice, always so kind. You’re everything I am not and if you keep following me, my past will haunt you too. And if it comes to that, I’m not sure I could bear the thought of your light being shut down because of it.”

Slightly shaking your head, your eyebrows knit in a frown. “Do you think I don’t know?” You argue, fondly. “Do you really think I’m clueless about your past?” She falls quiet, lips pressed in a thin line. You lean against her, your head resting right above her collarbone. She immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and you took one of her hands in yours, deciding to play with her fingers as you spoke. “I always knew what I was getting myself into when I decided to travel with you. Hell, it wasn’t for a pointless girly book club I signed for. I knew the risks of our life together. One spent in the stars is… everything but ordinary and devoid of risks.”

She tilted her head to the side. Her lips so close to your ear, “See? Since meeting me, you’re already cussing more,” she muttered matter of factly.

“Shut it!” You nudge at her with a chuckle. “I did that before meeting you too.”

She grinned, remembering the time you stepped inside the TARDIS for the first time. Maybe you were right.

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t,” you made it sound so simple, for a moment she really considered it. You turn around, so that you could be looking at each other more easily. “Don’t shut me out. I’m here to stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

“I left you for six months,” she grumbled, rather angry with herself. “Anything could have happened in six months…”

“But it didn’t,” you insist, “I’m fine.” You wanted to add now, but you kept that to yourself.

“Except that you’re not! And I caused this. The only person I never wanted to hurt,” her lip twitched in a guilty grimace as tears started wetting her cheeks like rivers of guilt.

You looked like someone whose life had been sucked away by force. And that had been because you’re not great at dealing with sudden changes. Plus you had been worried sick about her. Missing her was only one of the many thoughts that kept you struggling.

“Then stop wallowing in your own self pity and do something about it,” you scolded lightly. “I want to be with you, Missy. Why all of the sudden it feels like you don’t want me anymore?”

“It’s not that!” She exclaimed, indignant.

“Then help me understand.”

“How can I not want you with me if you’re literally everywhere I turn? Even when I close my eyes, I see your face, I hear your voice. I couldn’t leave you behind if I wanted to!” She fought against the trembling of her voice as she spoke.

You nodded quietly. “Feels like I’m a terrible burden.”

“Stop it-“ she warns you. You look at her confusedly and she groans. “Don’t you dare. You’re not. Never. Do not turn this around.” Her voice is firm, though her eyes are red and puffy as if she is about to cry.

“All I’m saying is, we were fine. We had fun together, didn’t we? Have I imagined that?”

A grimace. “No, of course not.”

Frowning, you make another attempt. “Then what changed?”

“Nothing,” she is quick to clarify. Too quick. “I’m just—I’m scared.”

“Of what?” You pressed, gentler now. When she darts her eyes from you to the TARDIS, you place your hand upon her knee. “Missy, what scares you?”

“You.” If it’s a question, a statement, a possibility, you’re not sure. You have no time to ask that she continues. “Me,” she adds. “You and I. Us. This.”

“Are you speaking in codes?” Your attempt at being funny kind of works because she smiles, even if just for a bit. You do too, tongue peeking through your teeth. Something Missy cannot resist.

“Just tell me what’s going on in that big head of yours,” you tease gently. She lets out a watery chuckle that you wish you could record and keep with you forever to listen anytime.

“Okay,” she bows her head and exhales. Her eyes fall shut to keep a new trail of fresh, hot, annoying tears from clouding her vision. When it doesn’t work, she rubs her fingertips to the corner of her eyes, if possible, only making things worse.

“Hey,” you take her hands in yours, giving her an encouraging smile.

“The truth is I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified,” she says in one breath.

Your eyes open wide. “Wha—?” She doesn’t see the huge grin that’s rising on your face, nor the wave of joy that just lit up your eyes. Too embarrassed, she is focusing elsewhere.

“You heard,” she grumbled.

“Look at me.”

A wave of her hand. “And being laughed at. I pass.”

You roll your eyes and poke at her arm. “Please,” your voice sounds delightful, relieved even.

“You don’t have to say anything, really. Even less that thing, either pity or compassion, can’t tell the difference honestly— don’t use it. It’s.. eek. The sole thought makes me want to throw up.”

You snorted at her rambling. It was so cute. She was… so damn cute. “I love you too, you stupid woman.”

Eyebrows shot up. Face turned as fast as a missile thrown in the sky. “You, w-what?”

“You heard me,” you crossed your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow at her.

What happens next feels like a shot of pure adrenaline for both. Missy grabbed your face with both delicacy and a pinch of urgency, and kissed you. How stupid had she been to run from the only thing that had been able to make her feel real emotions.

She loved you. And you loved her.

The kiss was slow and soft. Unpretentious. During which Missy realized your lips were like nectar to her. While her fingers grazed over your heated cheeks, your hands moved to cling onto her blouse. You feel her smirk against your mouth. Three hearts beating in pure harmony.

When your eyes fluttered open, you were met with hers, looking at you with nothing but pure glee. You beamed, her hands clasping in your hair and sending you goosebumps over the nape of your neck. She leaned further again, eyes darkening a bit as your tongue swept over your lips. When she kissed you again, the kiss was deeper, needier, sloppier, it made you cackle in her mouth.

“What’s so funny?” Her voice never sounded lighter.

You scrunch up your nose adorably. “Not funny, but silly. Both you and I.”

Missy looked at you, bemused. Your lips twitched in a fleeting smile, as you propped up and kissed the crease between her brows.

She melted. Quite literally.

“I love you, Missy,” you say in a whisper. “I’ll love you unconditionally for as long as your hearts desire.”

Her polished fingers delicately spider over your abdomen, before pushing you with a gentle push against the mattress behind you. Another chuckle. She could honestly feast on that sound, among many other things. “How does forever sound?”

You hummed. “A reasonable amount of time.”

She smiled and you smiled back.

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buggyboba · 2 months ago

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✦ October 30th| Bloodplay

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↳ ○ | AN| Hiii besties~ I don’t know how to explain this one….I am so sorry? Its a fun little horror story for halloween that turns smutty. I wanna give you a spooky boner, what can I say. Hopefully mission accomplished. We are back with Vampire!Missy, and I will not apologize for that. SMUT MDNI

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↳ ○ Blood play with a hungry vampire.

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↳ ○ Vampire!Missy x Reader

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↳ ○ petnames, LOTS of blood, talking about pigs in a slaughter house, dead bodies mentioned, spooky atmosphere. Thigh riding. Missy is a vampire so take that as you will.

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↳ ○ 4000

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Missy hadn’t come back to the Tardis yet, and normally that wouldn’t worry you; only she was acting off tonight. You had come to understand her moods; well understand was a loose word for it; you understood enough about her moods to tell when one was off. You didn’t want to leave the Tardis in case she came back and decided to leave, but you had this feeling something was wrong, she was acting more agitated than usual when she left, telling you to stay in the Tardis and that you weren’t required to come with her this time. You had tried to talk your nerves down, telling yourself she was a fully grown Time Lady, she could take care of herself, and that everything you had ever seen of her was that she could take care of herself, but your anxiety got the best of you. You grabbed the black jacket you had claimed out of her wardrobe, the one that had a suspicious cut in the side but looked great on you regardless, and she never said you couldn't, so it was your jacket now.

You slipped out of her Tardis and looked around—spooky forest, neat. Except it wasn’t neat, and you were now fighting with yourself to take a step. You took in a deep breath and walked a few steps away from the tardis, which was posing as a useless sign, perfect. You followed the path on the forest floor until you heard leaves rustle. You narrowed your eyes and looked through the foggy darkness, trying to catch sight of what was moving. A slight shiver crept up your back. You listened hard; the forest was eerily quiet; of course you didn’t know if it was supposed to be like that on this planet, but it was silent, and that felt wrong too. It was like all the animals had gone into hiding; it was like there was something dangerous out there. Your heart raced, and you took another breath in and started walking again. You saw a little village of sorts ahead. There was a dim glow from what obviously was a bonfire of sorts.

The orange bathed everything in its glow; you couldn’t help but remember every single horror story you had ever read at this moment. You should have gone back to the Tardis; you should just wait for her to come back. As you got closer, there was a slight metallic scent in the air with the smoke of the fire. You walked closer. Making it to the gate that was pried open, there were some rather fancy torches set up in metal holdings. You looked at them for a moment, noting that they were coated in something, silver, or something else; whatever it was was long burned out, no, put out; the wood was wet, and there was a dark splash of something across it and the wall behind it. You stepped back, trying to tell yourself it was just water. You walked past the pried gate, missing the shoe and pale skin that hung out of the bush luckily, and once again your eyes caught the large fire pit. You gave a cursory look around the center of the village; there was no sign of life. Even at this time of night, there should have been something, but no, it was still; the only movement was from a cold breeze that seemed to be moving in, licking at your skin and making you shiver.

You felt your body telling you to go back to the Tardis; none of this was your business, and you didn’t want to know why this felt bad. This felt like something right out of a horror movie, and you had seen enough of them to know that you didn’t want to be around for whenever whatever spooky monster came back, but that did make you worry, Where was Missy? Was she okay? Whatever happened here didn’t feel like something she could handle alone. You felt guilty; you didn’t push to try and go with her or leave earlier. What if she was hurt somewhere? What if she regenerates? She had mentioned that could happen if she got fatally wounded.

You heard something, which pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. The sound was faint, but you could have sworn it was coming from the house closest to you. You turned to face it properly; across the door was a large gash, and the door was ajar just enough for you to see inside—a long pull of blood. You heard the sound again and determined someone must be hurt. You carefully approached the door, trying to look in more, but the only light was from the moon and the fire in the middle of the village. There was a chill in the air as your hand touched the door's wood. You pushed it a bit, looking into the house more; the blood led back further into the house. You were torn; you wanted to call out, but that's how people died in horror movies; you wanted to help if the person was injured, but once again, that’s how people died in horror movies, and this sure as fuck felt like something out of a horror movie. You sighed and cursed at yourself before you stepped in. Carefully, you tried to listen for the sound again; your breath held, but all you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You heard it again; it was a thud, a soft thud against the wall. You looked around, finding a knife on the table. You grabbed the handle tightly and held it; you felt a bit safer with a weapon.

You took a breath in and stepped further in, following the blood drag against the floor to a shut door. The thud was louder there; you knew this was stupid, and you tried to calm your nerves. Which were rattled anytime you heard the thud. You reached out your other hand, touching the doorknob, and went to turn it.

“I wouldn’t do that, Poppet." Her voice startled you so badly that you jumped forward and hit the door, which opened slightly, but you turned quickly and raised the knife and let out a shaky breath when you realized it was her. You looked at her and blinked, but your eyes fell on her appearance; her eyes were a deep crimson, and her lips were stained a dark color that had dried drips down her chin and neck. Her usual white undershirt was stained crimson as well. She tilted her head watching you, noting you had clocked her appearance.

“I told you to stay in the Tardis... What happened to obeying your mistress?" She said, taking a step towards you, grabbing the door, and shutting it. “And a knife, really? What was that going to do? Do you even know how to follow through? It's not like cutting a steak, dear; there is a pop and a squelch to it; I don’t think you have the stomach for that.” She said shortly, rolling her eyes before she settled them on you again, that there was something in her eyes, besides them not being the normal icy blue color you had come to know. There was a darkness, a hunger that you hadn’t seen before. “Now really, you shouldn’t be here; go back to the Tardis,” she said, sharply pulling you away from the door.

“W-whats in there?” you asked.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” She said it seriously, in a tone you hadn’t heard from her before. “It’s just a guy hanging around,” she shrugged her tone more playfully again. “Nothing you want to see,” she pulled you with her as she started out of the home.

“A guy–” You didn’t want to know, actually. You followed after her, her grip tight on your wrist, her nails biting into your skin. You wanted to know why she was covered in blood, but then again, she was her, and maybe you didn’t need to know. She paused when she got you back out to the village center, the fire casting an ominous glow on her. “W-What did you do, Mis?” You asked, looking around again, your eyes catching on little things—more of those silver-coated torches and large splashes of blood against the grass you had missed because the sound had caught your attention.

“Me…well…” She looked to the torches and said, “It was very rude of them, and at first I was only going to take one... But then I saw they had set up defenses this time, which was very rude; we had a deal after all; I get one body when I come here; they avoid being conquered ruthlessly; and still they tried to stop me... Can you believe that?” She asked like it was a normal conversation.

“A body? For what?” You asked, your heart picked up in pace again, the sound catching her attention; she studied you like a wolf. “Are you a—" You paused. “Are you a cannibal?”

“Vampire?” she said at the same time you said cannibal, and you both paused, looking at each other in disbelief. “A cannibal? Are you—well they aren’t time lords, sweetheart,” she rolled her eyes. “So no, not a cannibal, oh, was it because I said body... I can see where you would think that with your little human mind... No, I’m a vampire, well, not in the sense you know them.” She shook her head and grinned; her fangs elongated. You blinked; there were so many things running through your head; you were nervous; you had practically shacked up with a vampire. It was a little hot for the fantasy of it; you had seen her do some pretty heinous things—burning planets, poisoning someone who upset her, swiftly taking over a whole military planet—you had seen her kill before; it wasn’t something new. The thought of her consuming blood shouldn’t be a problem; you weren’t any more scared of her as you had been previously.

“Oh, I can see that little hamster running, pet. Don’t worry, I would ask before taking a bite unless the mood took me.” She shrugged watching you carefully, like she was determining if you were going to run and if she would have to chase. Now that could be fun for her.

"No, I'm—you killed the whole village?” you asked after a moment looking back at the torches. “Because they found out a way to stop you? Well, clearly not because it didn’t,” you said softly. “Did you drain them all?” you asked, looking at her; she shrugged a bit.

“Well yes and no... We are letting gravity do its job, and I am going to go collect it all so I have a supply.” She said looking at her nails and picking a bit of something out of one of them, you saw they were much sharper than you remembered. “That was the thudding; ol’ Tommy boy is hanging around, you know, like when they slaughter pigs.” She started looking more animated, and you shook your head and made a face. "Well, think of a slaughterhouse on a smaller scale,” she shook her head.

"Yeah, no, thank you. I am never sleeping again, thanks.” You sighed. “How is this even sanitary? Like, is that something you have to worry about?” You said crossing your arms; why were you suddenly concerned about the sanitation of this whole thing?

“Yes, well, you see, it will be fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Gallifreyan biology,” she patted her stomach. “Now, let's get you back to the Tardis, and we can discuss this later, lovely.” She put her hand on your cheek, tilting her head. You nodded weakly; you didn’t want to stick around for the ‘collection’ of the ‘goods’.

The walk back was nearly silent; you could accept this—that she was a vampire; it was something she needed—blood. She hadn’t maimed you yet, so you had no reason to feel this way. “I’m peckish.” She said as you got back to the Tardis.

“You have a whole village of blood.” You muttered softly, entering the Tardis. She pouted, almost like a child that had been scolded.

"Yes, I know, but that’s going to take some time for everything, you know—” she made a motion of something gushing. “And I have such a delightfully warm source right here.” She grinned, taking a step closer to you, her fingers trailing up your arm to your neck, her fingertips drummed against your pulse point in a beat of four. You shivered, “Plus, don’t you humans fantasize about a sexy vampire using you as their personal chew toy?” she mused.

"Yeah, when you say it like that, it’s not sexy.” You sighed out softly. “But yes, some humans do fantasize about vampires... There was a whole book series that launched a resurgence of vampire romance novels, making them popular.” You said looking at her, she shifted closer to you, her arm pressed against you, slowly back peddling you to the console, pinning you between it and her. She nodded, listening to you talk, but it was clear she wasn’t listening; her eyes were fixated on your neck, your heart pulsing, and the sound of your blood rushing. “Do you?” She asked, her eyes flitting between your eyes and your neck.

“I mean, I suppose I’ve had those fantasies.” You started. “It's a bit daunting now that it’s real,” you muttered.

“Nonsense, vampires are real; well, maybe not exactly like your stories, but they have always been around, just like werewolves.” She mused, “Species of aliens, your tiny little human minds couldn’t understand, so they made them out to be scary boogie men... how funny." Missy mused and tilted your chin up a bit; she leaned closer to you, and you leaned back a little. “What are you doing?” she asked in an offended tone.

“What are you doing?” You countered; she rolled her eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to bite you now,” she tsked. “Now come on, let’s make it sexy; let's play scary monster.” She teased a bit, grabbing your arm, she pulled you back towards her, she let her nose brush against your neck, taking in your scent, not that she needed to be that close, she could smell every little change in your body. Your body gave you away; she just liked being this close; it was a power thing that was for certain. She let her tongue run up your neck, feeling the blood just beneath your skin. You shivered a little bit. The feel of her saliva against your now-hot skin was delightful. You gripped against the console behind you as she kissed your pulse point. Her hand slid up your back to the back of your neck, pulling you forward more so she wasn’t so bent over you, her other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you more against her. She could feel the steadily rising thrumming over your heart in your chest against hers. She scrapped her fangs against your neck, and small beads of crimson started to surface. She pulled back to watch them gather and drip down your neck, heading for the crook of your neck. “Red is such a beautiful color on you, pet,” she teased. When you didn’t respond right away, she tsked again. “Wot, brain gone all mushy? I haven’t even done anything yet. Come on, where is my snarky thing?” She grinned and nipped your chin, quickly bringing you back to the moment.

“What do you want me to say to the person who has the fangs?” You said lightly.

"Oh, I don’t know, something sexy, or make me work for it.” She pulled back more, “I’m trying to kill time and get you all worked up... Prey is no fun when they just lay there like a dead fish; now come on, once more with effort.” She grinned, leaning back into you. She licked the blood from the crook of your neck up to where she cut you before she let her mouth close over the wound, sucking more to the surface and letting it gather on her tongue. She let it drip running down your neck again. She let her hands pull open the jacket. Her nails ripped your shirt. More aggressive than she had meant to be. Well, maybe your blood was perfect, and she certainly wanted to watch it drip down your body. You felt your back arch when she pulled your shirt, watching the blood drip down further down the peak of your breast. Her tongue circled your nipple and licked up the path the droplet had taken. You squirmed a bit, and your hand moved from the console that you had been using as support to grab her forearm.

She wanted the chase; she wanted the fight, so despite yourself, you gave it. You pushed at her arm and tried to step into her to part your bodies. You felt her lips curl into a devious smirk against your neck as she firmly pushed you back, a bit harder than necessary. You felt your lower back hit the console, and it forced a soft, pained sound. She pulled back, giving you that mock sympathy pout, and you used her moving to try and get away from the console. She let you get a bit further before she grabbed your arm pulling you back, pushing your front over the console. She pulled the jacket off of you and the tattered shirt, her chest pressed against your back, her hands moved to run from your hips up to your chest, her nails trailing against your stomach. You felt the sting of the scratches that were deep enough to leave pebbles of blood in their wake. She bit into your shoulder, her fangs sinking in. As her hands gripped your chest, the pad of her thumb traced against your nipple, coaxing it to pebble to hardness. The fangs only hurt a second as they pierced into you. Though she was touching you in a way to distract from it enough, you groaned and tried to sit back up, but one of her hands moved to push your shoulder back down, keeping you in this position.

She lapped at the wound she made before she bit against the back of your neck, her hips pressed against your ass, as she slowly let her hands move down to undo the button of your jeans. Her fingers deftly slipped into the fabric; you felt your hips jolt, and you squirmed a bit. Her other hand moved down to let her fingers feel the bare flesh of your hip, and her nails bit into them. It was clear you were going to be covered in thin scratches for days after this. “G-gonna look like something mauled me.” You grinned a bit, trying not to groan as her fingers drew circles against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Maybe I will maul you." She smirked against your neck, sinking her fangs in roughly before pulling back. She watched as the crimson leaked from the hole you jolting again changed the line of blood trajectory, and she tilted her head, her pupils constricted into almost cat-like slits, before she licked the line of blood again slowly, savoring your blood’s taste, her nose pressed against your skin as she took in your scent and how aroused you truly were. She could do anything to you, and you would probably thank her. A deep animalistic growl took her throat, and she pulled you off the console, her hand around your wrist as she pulled you with her; she sat in one of the plush armchairs; she pulled her skirt up so her thigh was bare before she motioned for you to finish undressing. “Well go on, don’t be shy, but do it slowly; I like a good show.” She grinned, and her fangs caught your eye, your fresh blood against her lips and chin; even still, she looked so put together, except for the hunter’s look in her eye, that predatory darkness that filled you with a desire, because you knew that look, and while you had never seen it in this sort of setting, you knew whatever was going to happen was going to be the first of whatever she had planned for you now.

You moved to slowly push your jeans over your hips, letting them fall and pool around your feet. You stepped out of them, moving to take your shoes off, moving to pad over to her. Your eyes fell onto the creamy skin of her thigh, which she patted softly, and you moved to straddle, her hands moved to your hips, letting you settle against her, you let a soft breath out, your slick heat pressed against her skin, and your hips gave an involuntary roll, she grinned guiding your hips so you would rut against her, her eyes studied every tick of your features, every tell you had for a moment before her eyes locked on your neck again, her tongue darted to sweep across her lips before she leaned forward kissing you, the taste of blood hit you, one of her hands moved from your hip to cup the back of your neck holding you in the kiss, which was all tongue and biting, leaving a fresh coat of blood against your tongue, which she lapped against, her other hand on your hip squeezed urging you to move more. You obeyed, your hips rolling, desperate to get that friction, your eyes closed as you groaned at the feeling, her mouth swallowing it, before she broke the kiss, pressing surprisingly soft kisses against your jaw. She lingered against where your jaw met your neck, her tongue flat against it as she felt your heart’s rapid beats; she could feel you throbbing against her thigh. Her fangs sunk in again as she guided your movements, letting you slow when she felt you squirming more. She drank from you; her sucking against your neck made your core throb harder against her. Your groans filled the air, every little breath, every little pleasured whine. Her hands kept you at a steady pace, and the blood pumping from the activity was perfect for getting a good drink off of you.

You tangled your hands against her dress jacket, grabbing against the fabric. “Mis, Mis, please!” You breathed quickly, and your hips rocked quicker, chasing the pleasure that was building. You were starting to feel a bit dizzy, Missy could tell, the way your body started to get heavier, how you gripped her tighter, she relented pulling her mouth from your neck, letting some spillage stay against your neck. She let her hand run up your side, her thumb rubbing against the underside of your breast as she felt your body shudder and you arched forward; your rutting became uneven, and she felt your release. She let you rest your hips, occasionally twitching; she let you lay against her, her face buried in your hair as she slowly let her hand rub your back. Letting you come down, she listened to your breathing and your heart as it slowed down. Oh, she was far from done with you.

“You were so good, letting me feed, cumming for me. What a good little bunny.” She pressed a kiss against your forehead. Once your breath was even again, she pushed you up a bit. You whined but sat up to look at her; her eyes were back to their normal blue. “How about you go get cleaned up? Go take something from the med-bay. The Tardis will give you the right thing. I have some blood to collect. Don’t bother getting dressed. I’m not done with you... Consider this a nice little break,” she smirked, patting your bottom as you reluctantly got off of her lap. She moved to go get cleaned up and leave to finish what she had started in that village; she was always such a whiplash, but you wouldn’t trade her for the universe.

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