#fic: mastering missy

[flowingtune]

THOSCHODY AU — the Time Academy's Golden Trio

[bloody-cupcakes]

Yandere/dark Missy/Gomez! Master x reader; she fingers you while you're trying to sleep

Tw: yandere/dark content, noncon/dubcon, nsfw/smut, mean femdom, afab reader, vaginal fingering, implied kidnapping/Stockholm syndrome, Missy uses pet names for the reader (in a degrading way) such as poppet, pet, and love, Missy refers to herself as Mummy and Mistress, the reader refers to Missy as Mommy several times and Mistress once

You were curled up, sleeping soundly in the bed you shared with Missy, something that she'd insisted after affectively taking you from your home with no intention of returning you. You were wearing a very loose and baggy t-shirt as pajamas, with nothing underneath. She'd insisted on that, too.

Actually, she'd originally suggested you wear nothing to bed at all, but there were some places where you had to draw the line. Missy thought it was cute how you tried to make yourself seem intimidating and no nonsense when she brought it up; despite your best efforts, it was hard for her to take you seriously.

Still, she wanted to make you feel as though you had at least some control over the situation (even if you really didn't), so she relented and agreed that you were allowed to wear one article of clothing to sleep in. You were certain the TARDIS wardrobe had much more options to choose from, but the selection she gave you was small, so you were stuck with what you got.

It was bad enough being forced to wear so little, and the cold temperature in the room certainly didn't help. You'd pressed your body as close to hers on the bed as possible in hopes of staying warm, not missing the amused chuckle she'd let out when you did so.

After what seemed like ages you were finally able to fall asleep, but your moment of peaceful bliss didn't last very long when you felt Missy's meticulously manicured nails drag across the skin of your upper thigh. You tried to ignore it, but it became harder and harder the further up her fingers creeped.

You let out a sigh of relief when she pulled her hand away, but you should've know she wouldn't stop there; a few minutes later her hand returned, pulling your t-shirt up to your stomach. Although you couldn't see it, you could just imagine the way she was most likely grinning with glee at your most sensitive area being exposed for her own personal enjoyment.

"My, my, poppet, what a pretty little thing you are underneath that dreadful old piece of fabric," she cooed as she began to tease your folds with her fingertips. You cursed yourself inwardly for just how wet you'd already gotten, as that was something you definitely wouldn't be able to hide from her in this moment.

"N- No more, Missy... 'm tryin' to sleep..." You mumbled out tiredly, attempting to shift your body away from hers on the bed. She tsked at you in disapproval, using her free hand to wrap around your hip and hold you in place.

"Now, now, stay still for me, poppet." Her thumb brushed teasingly over your throbbing clit, drawing a pathetic whimper from your lips. "After all, you're Mummy's pet now, and as such, I expect you to behave. Do you understand?"

Whining desperately, you nodded your head, no longer trying to get away as you realized it would do you more harm than good. "Yes, Mommy." Your voice sounded so timid and meek, just like she'd hoped for.

"What a good pet you are for Mummy." She decided to "reward" you by plunging two of her fingers into your dripping hole, giggling in amusement at the cries of protest that came from you.

"M- Mommy- Mommy, it's too much-" You squirmed around on the bed as she held you firmly against her, thrusting her fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

"Shh, love, you're alright. Mummy's got you," Missy murmured affectionately in your ear, her hand caressing your hip gently. "If you do well for your Mistress, I'll let you go back to sleep afterwards, okay?"

All you could do was nod in agreement, too overwhelmed to string a real sentence together. "Please, Mommy..." You babbled out almost incoherently, trying to move your hips up to meet where her fingers were. "Mommy- Mommy, please..."

"Stay still, poppet. Mummy didn't give you her permission to move, now did she?" She spoke to you in a firm tone, scolding your disobedience. Her fingers moved deeper inside you as she brought her thumb back up to your clit, rubbing there harshly.

Your back arched upwards as pants and moans exited your mouth uncontrollably. Tears of desperation filled your eyes as the feeling of pleasure became too much. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"You should really learn to obey your Mistress," she continued as if you hadn't even spoken, her grip on the side of your body becoming almost painful as she held you in place. "Mummy doesn't like having to be mean, pet, you know that."

You whimpered loudly in response, staying as still as you possibly could. "Yes, Mistress," you said in a soft and quiet voice, biting your lip as you tried to muffle your pitiful sounds.

"Good, love. Stay still for Mummy." She smirked at the way your body tensed up as you started getting close, your eyes looking up at hers pitifully as you searched for her acceptance. "Oh, alright. Since you've done so well for me despite your brief moments of misbehaving, you can cum."

Letting out a high pitched whine, you finished on her fingers, your cum covering her hand. She carefully pulled her fingers out from inside you, holding them up to your mouth. "Open," she commanded, not even giving you the chance to part your lips fully before shoving them inside.

You gagged some at first due to the sudden intrusion, your tears from earlier finally making their way out of your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. Knowing what she wanted, you sucked on her fingers, cleaning them off from where you'd unintentionally gotten them dirty when you came.

"Good pet," she praised in a loving way, pulling her fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop. She then let go of your hip and used her hands to pull your shirt back down over your body, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your head once she was done. "There you are, love. Go back to sleep now."

She didn't have to tell you twice. You rolled over onto your side and cuddled up close to her, nuzzling your face into her chest as you got comfortable again. You soon fell back asleep, drifting off to the sound of Missy humming some old Gallifrean lullaby.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Greetings, hope you're having a great day. If it's okay may I please request a Missy×Reader where the reader is a UNIT agent and is hypnotised by Missy and then kidnapped, Missy then decides to hypnotise you (with your consent) and maybe try sexual Hypnosis..

If you're not comfortable then please ignore this.

hey anon! this didn't make me uncomfortable at all, so no worries. please enjoy <3

Pay Attention (Missy/Gomez! Master x reader)

Warnings: swearing, hypnotism (both nonconsensual and consensual), kidnapping, (somewhat) soft Missy, light smut, inappropriate uses of hypnotism/mind control, reader is gender neutral (nothing below the belt is specified one way or the other)

You should've been paying more attention.

You weren't stupid, you knew it wasn't wise of you to walk home late at night, but your paperwork had been piling up all week and you finally decided to do it all in one go instead of continuing to put it off. Unfortunately, that meant that you'd both be working late and miss carpooling home.

But your place wasn't that far from the sector you worked at, so surely you'd be fine as long as you took some pepper spray and payed close attention to your surroundings.

Not even halfway on your walk did you start to get this uneasy feeling, like you were being watched. Shaking it off, you continued on your way, convincing yourself it was just your nerves.

Shortly after that, however, you thought you heard what sounded like a pair of heels clacking, almost as if someone was walking behind you. You stopped several times, looking all around, but each time there was no one there.

You were almost convinced that you were making it all up. No one was following you, that would be crazy. You told yourself that you were just tired, and that it'd be something you'd laugh over the next day.

Until you turned onto your street, and stopped paying attention to your surroundings momentarily so you could dig your house keys out of your pocket. You were so caught up in trying to get them out you didn't even notice the woman standing in front of you until you bumped into her, quite literally.

"Oh- I'm so sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to bump into you, I- I must not have seen you there," you quickly apologized, followed by nervous laughter.

The woman let out a chuckle herself, though it didn't seem nearly as lighthearted as a normal person's would be. "It's quite alright, dear. In fact, could you do me a favor and look at me for a moment?"

You frowned slightly, not sure where this was going. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, you will be, believe me." The woman took a step closer, the light from a nearby lamp shining over her like she was god sent, but she was no angel. It was only then that you became aware of just who it was that you'd bumped into.

"The Mistress," you quietly breathed out in pure fear.

She laughed at your reaction to figuring out her identity. "Just Missy will do. Now, I think we really need to have a discussion about you looking where you're going, hm?"

You stumbled backwards a bit, dropping your keys in your attempt to search yourself for something on you that could possibly be used as a weapon, or at the very least a distraction so you could get away. It was then that you remembered you'd left your pepper spray in your desk drawer back at work.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, your heart racing with adrenaline as you tried to look for some other way to escape.

"Now, now. That's not very polite, is it?" Missy chastised mockingly, backing you up to the brick wall of a nearby alley.

"What- what are you going to do to me?" You questioned meekly, trembling in fear.

"Don't worry about that right now. All I want you focusing on is my voice as you fall asleep." She grabbed your chin and brought your face upwards, forcing you to look into her eyes. "That's a good dear."

You tried to protest, but your voice died in your throat long before you could even get the words out. Obviously you must have passed out like she wanted you to, because when you finally regained consciousness you were seated in a plush armchair in the center of a dimly lit room.

"Mm... where... where am I?" You asked in a soft voice that was full of confusion.

"Don't worry about that." Missy's voice cut through the room in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. She was sitting in a similar plush armchair across from yours.

"What do you want from me? If you think that I know anything about what UNIT is planning, then I can assure you that I don't. I'm just an office worker." You were sure you must have sounded at least the tiniest bit pathetic, but honestly, who wouldn't in a situation like this?

Missy laughed in response to your words. "I'm not stupid, dear. I know that you're not a field agent. And while, yes, my initial plan was to kidnap one of those, I couldn't help the way I felt so... drawn to you."

You gulped in fear, something that did not go unnoticed by the woman sitting in front of you. "I'm not going to kill you, if that's what you're wondering. I'm honestly a little offended that you would think so, though I suppose I can't blame you."

She almost looked sad for a minute there, but you quickly pushed away that thought. It wasn't the brightest in the room you were in, therefore it was probably just a trick of the light.

"Wait, so- if you're not going to kill me, and you don't want to use me as a way to gain access to UNIT secrets... then why am I here?"

Missy sighed in exasperation before pinching the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb. "You're really not the brightest, are you? It's no wonder you're just an office worker."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, and you opened your mouth to protest before she spoke again, cutting off whatever you were going to say.

"I merely want to spend some time with you, that's all." She smoothed out the front of her dress as she spoke. "I knew you would never just voluntarily go with me, as there was no doubt you'd seen what I look like."

It was true, you never would've stuck around long enough to figure out what she wanted had she not hypnotized then kidnapped you. Still, she could at the very least been less hostile about it.

"Regardless of why you're here-" she continued on "-you're here now, and I would like to spend this time getting to know you."

You couldn't tell if she was being sincere, or if this was just another one of her tricks. "What's the catch?" You questioned suspiciously.

Missy simply shrugged. "There's no catch. Although-"

"Oh, here we go," you muttered under your breath as you slouched back in your seat.

"-there's been this theory I've had regarding my abilities that I've been simply dying to try out." Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked at you. "Of course, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. Otherwise I would've secured you much more thoroughly," she reassured while gesturing to your chair.

This was your chance to get away, you thought. All you had to do was get up and leave. Even if it was a trap and she was lying about letting you go, at least you could say you tried.

But there was something about her words and the way she hadn't gone out of her way to hurt you that made you want to believe her. Not to mention she was incredibly attractive and could be quite charming, all things considered.

"What's your theory?"

Missy gave you a pleased smile as she stood and slowly made her way over to you. "The theory, my dear, involves controlling the parts of the mind that are responsible for the body's reaction to pleasure." She leaned towards you, reaching out one of her hands to lightly trail along the side of your face. "Do you understand?"

You shivered in anticipation when she touched you, knowing exactly what she was getting at. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. This'll make it a bit easier for you, then." She retracted her hand and knelt down in front of you, placing both of her hands on the armrests of the chair on either side of you. Even though she was essentially trapping you in, you didn't have the same uneasy feeling like you had when she'd done the same thing to you in the alley.

"Try to relax. Take a deep breath if you need to," she recommended in a soothing tone as she began to use her hypnotism on you.

You did as she said, inhaling and exhaling until your breathing was deep and steady. It helped calm you like she guessed it would, but you had no doubt the hypnotism also leant a helping hand in making you feel that way.

"Let me know if you want me to stop." Before you could respond, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure rush through your body. You arched your back as the feeling settled over you like a warm blanket, being the most prevelant in the area below your belt and between your thighs.

"M- Missy," you cried softly as your hands went to grip tightly onto the armrests of your chair. She placed her hands over yours, holding them in a firm yet gentle way.

"Does that feel good, dear? Do you enjoy the sense of power I hold over you? Hm?" Her questions were obviously meant to be rhetorical as it was becoming more and more difficult for you to focus on anything except the way she was making you feel.

Your body began to tremble as the feeling became much more intense, drawing soft gasps and moans from you. It was nothing like you'd ever felt before, not even in your wildest dreams.

You must have started to close your eyes some, because you heard Missy tsk at you in disapproval. "Keep your eyes open, darling. I want you to pay attention to me now the same way you should've been paying attention to your surroundings on your walk home."

Nodding your head at her command, you did your best to keep your eyes open, trying not to let yourself get swept so far away in your feelings of pleasure that you forgot about who was giving them to you in the first place. "I'm sorry," you mumbled an apology, to which Missy just laughed.

"What a good little pet you are for me." She leaned in close and whispered sensually in your ear. "I don't think we'll have any problems here as long as you give all of your attention to me, and no one else. Understood?"

You nodded again, and she pressed a light kiss to your neck in response, something that sent your senses into overdrive. "Good. Now, I want to see just how loud you can moan for me."

Maybe not paying attention wasn't the worst thing in the world, just as long as you never did it to your new favorite Time Lady.

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[valentinetypewriter]

Smut headcanons of Krillitane Y/n with different versions of The Master

This can be read separately but it is attached to my Master x Krillitane reader Series

Saxon Master

He matches your freak. You try taking a bite out of him and he'd bite back and would definitely draw blood

He lives for the dangerous rush of sleeping with a Krillitane

A constant power struggle between you two

He would most likely get turned on watching you kill something, even if it's just for food

Is definitely a sado-masochist, maybe that's why he likes Krillitane Y/n so much

Silver simm/season 10

Much more tame then his younger self, though he still likes to bite

He's more into you being submissive then the constant power struggle he used to enjoy

let's face it he's much more intimidating looking than before, and he would definitely use that against you

He would so be into him and Missy going to town on you, making you an absolute mess

He would so flaunt that his girlfriend is a monster that could easily kill (he also gets off to it)

Missy

Missy is much more tame with Krillitane Y/n She a lot less sadistic/masochistic then Simm Master

Now she's more into taming then fighting

100% would call you her pet (might even buy a collar and leash)

She would dress you up and do your Makeup, (would definitely make a joke about being her cute little show dog)

She loves the idea that she's tamed a terrifying monster who help slaughter her own people

She would take you to different planets for you to “window shop” the different species

Dhawan Master

He's a feral bastard

He loves biting, scratching, choking, hair pulling. You name it

He makes sure you know he owns you

Loves marking you up, he wants everyone to know you're his

If anyone ever walked in on you two doing it, they might just think he's trying to kill you

He would go feral if Krillitane y/n had some kind of non-human part, if it's horns, a tail or even an extra eye, he'd eat it up Gets off on the idea that you could possibly kill him

[incorrectquotesconaisseur]

Here are some of my favourite thoschei fics:

(for @hadesbullshit )

The Deca (Series One) by Victory (Barnable) -

And when push comes to shove by ichabodcranemills -

You don't have to kill me, just lead me there by z_in_a_blue_box -

Theseus' paradox by Lis_zimoy - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51052750

Second Draft by Verayne - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43899492

The only hell I'm going to by orphan_account - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12853668

the dying of the light by lupescx - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27632762

locked in orbit by yonderdarling - https://archiveofourown.org/works/3044741

after me comes the flood by Aria - https://archiveofourown.org/works/73096

Doctor Who Season Four by Aria - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13433

Need by Lamiel - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20320687

Timeless Horror by CheerfullyCynical - https://archiveofourown.org/works/34569250

suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee by ProdigalPragmatist - archiveofourown.org/works/52101307

The Game by Veryane - archiveofourown.org/works/48231109

Time Lord Victorious by Veryane -

Inhale by Veryane -

[quietwingsinthesky]

12/Simm!Master/Missy ; Colony ship

(can't get enough whump from these three, in this setting)

(doctor voice) i want you to choose me over being evil

(master voice) no, we can have both actually <3

He wakes to the sound of a TARDIS engine whirring. His body aches, full lungs waiting for regeneration’s release but he holds himself beneath the water longer as he forces his blurred vision to focus on the figures moving around him.

There are two of them, and for a moment, he can pretend it’s all been a nightmare.

“No,” he forces out. They both turn their heads towards him in eerie synchronicity. The Master smiles. Missy does not, her mouth pinched the way it always does when she tastes regret. She acts like you’re supposed to get used to it if you feel it enough, and he’s beginning to understand how much he’s failed to teach her.

“Save your breath. We’re already taking off,” the Master says. “You look enough like death as it is. How stubborn are you? Knocking you out should have started your regeneration already.”

“You wanted us to stand with you, Doctor,” Missy says, and despite the scowl that lurks around her features, she’s still piloting the TARDIS with her counterpart. “Well, here we are, with you, standing. Not being shot at,” she adds.

“You’re leaving them to die,” his voice breaks; his hearts break.

“Bill is already dead,” the Master points out.

“And you’ve never even liked Nardole,” Missy continues. It’s too easy, the way their voices melt into each other. Or, that’s what dying will feel like this time around, everything becoming one haze of memory and sensation until he is clawing up from ashes again as they voyeuristically watch.

“Besides,” the Master coos at him, “now we have someone to care for.” There’s too much spring in his step as he crosses to where the Doctor is slumped on the floor. The Doctor curls away from his hand but can’t escape it as the Master pats him on the head. “I do mean each other, of course, but… there’s room for you. We’ll wait until we see what pretty new face you have to fit a leash to you.”

“I won’t regenerate,” the Doctor says, and he means it.

“Yes, you will,” the Masters say. They glance at each other, twin laughter spinning through their TARDIS and the Doctor’s throbbing head. His hands are shining. His cells are burning up.

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” the Master says, with certainty.

“You can’t commandeer our TARDIS and run back to save your pets if you’re dead,” Missy reminds him, with as much mercy as she understands how to show.

The Doctor hates, more than anything, that they both know him too well.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i dont think the doctor and yaz really do petnames like theres just nothing i can be really convinced of either of them saying bUT one time i wrote the doctor trying to get yaz to say what was wrong by like lightly nudging her in the shoulder and saying very gently "i can tell when something's up with my copilot" and honestly in terms of tenderness in any interaction ive written between them thats never been topped

[quietwings-fics]

where you stand

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Missy & Simm!Master & Twelve) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode AU: s10e12 The Doctor Falls, Whump, Angst, Pre-Regeneration (Doctor Who) Wordcount: 429 Summary:

The Doctor chooses to make his stand. He's not allowed to.

Prompt:

"12/Simm!Master/Missy ; Colony ship (can't get enough whump from these three, in this setting)"

He wakes to the sound of a TARDIS engine whirring. His body aches, full lungs waiting for regeneration’s release but he holds himself beneath the water longer as he forces his blurred vision to focus on the figures moving around him.

There are two of them, and for a moment, he can pretend it’s all been a nightmare.

“No,” he forces out. They both turn their heads towards him in eerie synchronicity. The Master smiles. Missy does not, her mouth pinched the way it always does when she tastes regret. She acts like you’re supposed to get used to it if you feel it enough, and he’s beginning to understand how much he’s failed to teach her.

“Save your breath. We’re already taking off,” the Master says. “You look enough like death as it is. How stubborn are you? Knocking you out should have started your regeneration already.”

“You wanted us to stand with you, Doctor,” Missy says, and despite the scowl that lurks around her features, she’s still piloting the TARDIS with her counterpart. “Well, here we are, with you, standing. Not being shot at,” she adds.

“You’re leaving them to die,” his voice breaks; his hearts break.

“Bill is already dead,” the Master points out.

“And you’ve never even liked Nardole,” Missy continues. It’s too easy, the way their voices melt into each other. Or, that’s what dying will feel like this time around, everything becoming one haze of memory and sensation until he is clawing up from ashes again as they voyeuristically watch.

“Besides,” the Master coos at him, “now we have someone to care for.” There’s too much spring in his step as he crosses to where the Doctor is slumped on the floor. The Doctor curls away from his hand but can’t escape it as the Master pats him on the head. “I do mean each other, of course, but… there’s room for you. We’ll wait until we see what pretty new face you have to fit a leash to you.”

“I won’t regenerate,” the Doctor says, and he means it.

“Yes, you will,” the Masters say. They glance at each other, twin laughter spinning through their TARDIS and the Doctor’s throbbing head. His hands are shining. His cells are burning up.

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” the Master says, with certainty.

“You can’t commandeer our TARDIS and run back to save your pets if you’re dead,” Missy reminds him, with as much mercy as she understands how to show.

The Doctor hates, more than anything, that they both know him too well.

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[kinglivv]

Seventy Years

Missy x Reader

Summary: Missy and the reader used to run together, wreaking havoc across the universe. But since Missy’s entrapment in the vault, they haven’t had an ounce of contact…

Warnings: Swearing, generally threatening behaviour from both parties

A/N: I haven’t posted a fic in a year and half, but today I sat down and forced myself to write after Missy popped up in a dream of mine very briefly. I’m not sure if there’s still even an audience for it, and my writing skills are a bit rusty as well as my Doctor Who knowledge. Enjoy!

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

This was bad.

You grab the TARDIS leaver for what must be the hundredth time and slam it down to no avail. The ship creaks slightly, but as you desperately press buttons and turn knobs, it doesn’t budge. Why, why, why had you never got the Doctor to teach you how to fly it properly?

Catching your breath, you slump against the console, it’s edge digging into your lower back as you stare at the wall blankly, racking your brain for a solution. Psychic link? No - you hadn’t done that in years and you weren’t in the mood for a migraine. Search for a manual? No - you’d spend days just searching for it. Ask the ship nicely? Definitely no - she was a bitch.

There was simply no one but the Doctor who knew how to fly the TARDIS, and when the Doctor was stranded on another planet in another time zone, there wasn’t a whole lot you could do to get back to him.

And then another idea spawns. It makes your guts twist and your stomach crawl and you grit your teeth. You were smart, even for a human, and you knew there was really no other solution.

—-

“Missy?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door and you almost turn back. This is a bad idea.

“Missy?”

“This is an unusual place to find you, dear,”

The Glasgow accent cuts through tension like an ice pick, so clear, crisp and steady, just as it’s always been. You swallow.

“I need your help.”

More silence. And then the voice is right there on the other side, so close.

“Ah. Should have known you’d only come down here if you wanted something.”

“The Doctor’s on Mars,” you power on, squeezing your eyes shut and pretending you’re speaking to anyone but her, “sometime in the 1800s. There’s Ice Warriors and Victorians, and I was in the TARDIS and it just - it just dematerialised and it won’t go back to him. I don’t know what to do.”

There’s a pause as she contemplates your predicament. You haven’t uttered the question, but she knows exactly what you’re asking.

“Have taken any readings?” She finally asks.

“Yes,” a hurried hand pulls out the piece of paper you’d scrawled over, “Eye of harmony’s at 260 degrees Celsius. Oils at 350. Pressure’s at 7.”

“Good girl,” you can hear a smile in her voice and your cheeks flare up.

“So do you know what’s wrong with it?” You almost snap.

“You’re not gonna be able to fix it, I’ll tell you that much,”

“So what do I do?”

“You let me out.”

—

The vault doors open with a hiss and there she stands, silhouetted in the dim blue light and cutting the most dashing figure. There’s a tap tap tap of her heels as she approaches you, a smug smile on her face. She’s changed since you last saw her, maybe seventy years ago now. Her make-up’s softer, her hair less tamed, and her smile is somewhat half hearted. The mania’s still there though, in the whites of her eyes and down the line of her cheek bone.

She reaches you and takes a brief glance around the hallway. It’s the most she’s seen of Bristol since her entrapment in the vault. And then there’s a click and she looks down in time to see a handcuff slotting around her wrist. The other side is on yours. She looks to your other hand and sees a… pencil and she grins. She’d taught you decades ago just how easy it was to kill a Timelord with even the smallest of sharp objects - just one nip at the back of the neck and they’re forced into their next regeneration. The sight of it in your hand makes her heart flutter and her stomach sink.

“I see how it is,” she fakes the bravado and you see right through it.

Without a word, you give the chain a yank and she follows you silently.

—-

“No funny business,” you instruct her as you approach the TARDIS console, although you know it’s a useless sentiment. She could pull the leaver and shove you into a black hole within seconds if she so pleased. But she’d allowed you the luxury of obediently walking up to the Doctor’s office without so much as a word, save for the moment when she’d grabbed your hand as someone passed by you in an effort to hide the handcuffs. Your heart had caught in your throat and you’d hoped she couldn’t feel it hammering away.

Now, stood in the TARDIS, she looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“As if I’d ever!” She mocks offense. “Mars 1810, you said?”

“Yes,” you reply, and your arm is forced to move with her as she reaches for different buttons. You’re uncomfortably close. “Coordinates 29487 by 74,” you say unprompted when her hands hover over the keyboard expectantly, and it makes your stomach twist with how easily you fall back into this routine after seventy years of virtually no contact. Memories surface of you decades ago, pressed up against her as you whisper all the places you wanted her to take you.

She types in the coordinates and twists a vast variation of knobs and presses buttons you’d never had thought needed pressing. Just before she pulls the leaver, you say “Wait.” and pull the monitor over, double checking she’s taking you exactly where she’s promised. You neglect to notice how she’s looking at you.

“You really don’t believe I’ve changed,” her shoulders have slumped slightly and you glance at her.

“Is that supposed to make me feel something?” you say passively, attention shifting back to the monitor.

Missy’s jaw clenches.

“Seventy years,” she states.

“Seventy years is nothing compared to the hundreds you’ve spent wreacking havoc.”

“I seem to remember you were present for quite a bit of that,” she retorts, “you could have visited me at any point. I know you’ve been living in Bristol,l.”

You ignore the thinly veiled accusation and scroll through the monitor. She was right though. You’d been here this whole time, posing as a student (you’d acquired almost thirty degrees in your decades spent here with the Doctor) and living a normal human life, avoiding the Mistress and waiting for her to change.

And then she yanks the cuffs and you’re dragged into her with an “oof!”

“You know what I think it is,” she hisses, “I think you like to pretend we’re different, like those years we spent together didn’t happen.”

“Missy, stop!” You struggle against her but she holds you fast.

“Does it never occur to you that I might be trying? And that your ignoring me for seventy years might be having a detrimental impact on that?“

“I wanted to know if you’re serious about this,” you snap back, the threat leaking into your voice and there you are, she almost wants to smile with glee. You were never really scared, least of all of her and you still had that bite in you. “Me and you are no good for each other if you’re really going cold turkey from being bad. Civilisations have burned because we’ve egged each other on, and the fact is that you can’t get better when I’m in the picture. Not when you could persuade me to break you out, or teach me how to force the Doctor into his next regeneration. We’re not good for each other and that’s a well known fact - I’ve not been avoiding you, I’ve been waiting.”

Missy’s face softens in surprise and you wonder if maybe you’ve gone to far. Maybe she’ll really sling you into a black hole now. Her mouth opens but before she can say anything, you’ve snapped off the cuffs and yanked the lever down. The TARDIS wheezes and you storm off to stand at the doors and wait whilst she’s left to pilot to a safe position on Mars.

—

You’re in trouble with the Doctor, you’re well aware. You’d apologised profusely when he’d stepped on board and his ever expressive eyebrows had knotted so deeply in her direction. There was a silence as he’d quickly dropped a shaking Bill home, and now he’d stepped out to drop Nardole off in his office - they had been out there a while and where presumably having an argument about the current predicament.

Missy however, sits unbothered by it all, tucked into a little alcove off one of the upper walkways circling the console room. She’s reading a book on TARDIS maintenance.

She glances up when you sit down opposite in the alcove.

“You’re right,” you announce, “and I’m sorry.”

Usually she’d retort with an “I’m always right!”, but today she just watches you, waiting, her cheekbones hollow in the soft light of the TARDIS, her eyes so blue. It occurs to you that you haven’t really seen her in a long time. Sure, the Doctor had occasionally showed you a photo of her, updated you on her progress, but this is the first time you’d really looked at her since you’d gone cold turkey from your friendship.

“I’m sorry I haven’t visited you,” you say, “and I should have. I guess I’ve just been… scared. And after I went so long without seeing you it was just easier to pretend none of it never happened.”

She nods, gaze shifting to the pillar in the centre of the TARDIS. “I am trying,” she confesses, “some days are better than others, but in whole… I think I really am trying,”

“I know you are.”

You lean over and press a kiss to her lips. A proper one, and it strikes you how familiar it is, how easily you fall back into your old pattern. You’re made for each other really, in body, mind and soul and you hold her jaw as she kisses back eagerly, not daring to move her hands from her book, frozen in the moment.

And then the door swings open - the Doctor’s definitely seen it, and the Doctor’s definitely not happy, but you turn away from Missy and push past him. A new chapter seems to be beginning.

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[brokenhardies]

unpopular opinion but i prefer doctor/companion roleswap aus to doctor/master roleswap aus

[bloody-cupcakes]

Okay but imagine a yandere Master/Missy (or even a yandere Doctor). Imagine them defying all laws of time and space to be with their "one true love", someone who doesn't even know they exist

Imagine how terrifying it would be to find out that not only has this person been obsessed with you and has stalking you for months, but they're a literal Timelord. So that means no matter where you go, or what you do, or how far you try to run, they will always find you in the end. Even if you die or escape, they will without a doubt somehow manage to bring you back, just because they love you so much

Bonus points if this crosses over into regenerations, meaning even if you do manage to get away from them there really is nobody who you can trust, because you never know when they're going to come back with a new form

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Oral Exam (Missy/Gomez! Master x reader)

Summary: Missy gives you a pop quiz to see how much you've been learning during your "lessons"

Warnings: SMUT, femdom Missy, subby reader, reader is completely gender neutral, cunnilingus/pussy eating (Missy recieving), praise kink, Missy refers to the reader with nicknames such as pet, dear, poppet, and darling, Missy refers to herself as Mummy and Mistress in this a lot

A/N: I was dazed out and thought of this scenario in incredibly graphic detail, and because I knew I couldn't keep this masterpiece from my fellow Missy loving tumblrinas I decided to write down everything I remembered

"Come here, pet. Come to Mummy."

You obeyed her command, about to make your way over when she stopped you.

"Ah ah ah, on your knees." Missy had a sadistic glint in her eyes as she watched you sink to the floor and approach her by crawling.

"What a good little thing you are," she hummed affectionately as she gazed down at you. "You know what comes next, dear." She pulled the front of her dress up, revealing her black lace panties to you. "Make your Mistress proud."

Nodding, you continued crawling over, stopping once you got close enough to touch her. You reached you hands out, hesitating when it came to removing her underwear.

"Go on, love. Take off Mummy's panties like a good dear."

You felt your face warm up at how casually she spoke about something so lewd. "Yes, ma'am."

She made a soft noise of approvement once she felt you pull her underwear down over her soft skin. Missy stepped out of her panties and kicked them to the side, coaxing you forward yet again with that commanding yet gentle tone of hers that just drove you wild.

"Come, now, poppet. Mummy doesn't have all day."

Not wanting to make her angry, you approached her again carefully, kneeling right between her legs. You took a deep breath before leaning your face upwards to where her pussy was.

"Go on, then, dear. Show your Mistress just how much you've learned."

You nodded your head in obedience before placing your mouth right where Missy wanted you to. She let out a low moan when your lips finally made contact with her pussy, her head tilting backwards in pleasure.

"Good pet. Such a good dear, making Mummy so proud."

Her praise made your face grow warm, but it also encouraged you to keep going, your tongue diving deep within her folds, lapping up her wetness.

You knew you were doing a good job when you felt one of her hands let go of the bottom part of her dress and drop down to your shoulder, resting her hand there in an attempt to keep herself standing upright.

"Ohh, yes. Good pet, you're doing such a good job. So good for Mummy."

By this point, most if not all of your embarrassment had disappeared, and was instead replaced with the intense need to please Missy, to make her feel good, to have her tell you how good of a job you were doing.

You kept your tongue focused on her pussy while your nose nudged forward lightly at her clit. The hand of hers that had been rested on your shoulder moved to your head in an instance, helping to guide your mouth where she wanted it to be.

"Yes, right there, pet, right there- You're making Mummy feel so good, poppet, just a little bit more-"

She maneuvered your head slightly so that your nose was placed more directly against her clit, an action that caused her hips to harshly buck forward against your mouth while she let out a strangled cry of ecstacy.

"Yes, yes- God, yes- keep going, darling, don't stop-"

Missy came shortly after, her hand gripping onto you tightly, her head thrown back as a string of loud moans exited her mouth.

You carefully removed your mouth from her once she began to push you away, staying on your knees beneath her as you watched her properly come down from her high. She gazed down at you with a look of lustful pride, a smug look spread across her features.

"What a good dear. You passed with flying colors. Now let's see if you can remember how to cum without Mummy's assistance."

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[yesokayiknow]

kate: hm do you think you guys may be a little. codependent

missy, one hand curled in clara's hair the other around clara's foot, perched on twelve's lap: i can't even spell the word.

[psychicwound]

i know. i know that amy forgot about missy at the end of fairies at the bottom of the garden for the timelines sake. however i'm thinking of a universe in which she didn't. in which she spends all of her adventures with the doctor thinking about her old therapist who'd offered her sixteen year old self the ability to destroy the same man whose ship she's traveling on, thinking about the fact that she almost accepted. thinking about how, if things had gone ever so slightly different, she would've been the companion of someone against the doctor instead of the doctor himself.

[expectiations]

okay hi I'm back in my yapping era. remember how I crow about how different versions of the Master went 😠🤨🧐🤔😐😑😬😍😔😬😡😈🙂‍↕️👿🫠😘🤩🥴🤪🤗🤠 at River Song? I thought what if (that's where it all really starts doesn't it?) there was this fic where there were two Masters – i have Missy as the other Master in mind, Spy Master could be the other one – and the other Master was tryna hurt River or threaten her or whatever and then Missy just steps up and puts River behind her and goes "you wanna hUrt HeR? You have to g0 through ME first." and everyone's just 🤨❓❔⁉️🤔🧐😐👍🏻😬

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

13/15 is fun right bc he needs to be touched so so so bad bc she basically touch starved herself to death and she neeeeeeeeeeeds his body she Needs his body but no way in a million years do they have the framework to interpret that need as what it is so they assume it's sexual, right? it's gotta be. i need to be inside you bc i need to be touched bc im my own type bc the trust issues are Dire so just fuck me until ive forgotten im a person or remembered how to be one. right?

until one day like weeks months way longer than it should be into this self-destructive self-actualisation self-care routine theyre lying on the floor of the console room catching their breath and she goes "do you think.....do you think pythia's curse is still in effect or is this gonna be a problem"

and hes like "fuck! susan"