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Matching Tattoos

Missy x Reader

Warnings: implied sex

A/N: got my belly pierced the other week and couldn’t help wondering how different characters would react to one. Missy’s always the one that sticks.

You don’t expect her to have much reaction to the belly piercing. It had been a slightly impulsive decision made on a girl’s holiday to Portugal, and you were slightly miffed at your past self for not considering the extensive aftercare it seemed to be needing. Thus, when you return to the TARDIS, you pull up your top just enough to flash it at her and she merely raises an eyebrow.

“Humans. Already so fragile. Why are you poking holes in yourselves?” She returns to her book and you grin to yourself. She’d never bothered with any piercings beyond her ears, reasoning that she could hang a small grenade from one of them should circumstances ever require. So you assume that’s the end of that.

It isn’t though. You catch her staring at it any time you wear low rise jeans. And she prefers you in those now. Anytime she gets you in bed, you find her watching it instead of your face, seemingly mesmerised. When it heals, she begins to buy you new jewellery for it. A blue gem to go with her eyes, a butterfly that makes her think of your back garden. Whenever it catches the light, her eyes are instantly on your body. She goes pale when she discovers you’ve started matching it to your underwear.

It reaches a new level when you get a tattoo. It wasn’t even your first one, although she’d never paid the others any mind. This one however, this one, sat in the crook of where your neck and shoulder met. It was Gallifreyan and, to the few that could understand it, read “Missy”. It wasn’t a surprise - you’d asked her to write it out for you, had her choose where it would go. You wanted something to show the universe that even with a stupidly short lifespan, you were hers forever.

She instantly can’t take her eyes off it. And the Mistress is nothing if not possessive. She kisses it, she bites it. Her fingers dance on it absent-mindedly, an arm hooked around your shoulders as she talks down some alien. It’s a constant reminder that your hers, hers, hers.

You’re taken a back when one day, you undo her shirt and find something remarkably similar. You wouldn’t have noticed had she not winced slightly. You force yourself to focus just enough to drag yourself away from her lips, and look down at whatever’s causing her bother. There, on her collarbone, is written simply “Y/N”.

“Missy…”

“Was going to surprise you with it,” she says rather hoarsely, her heartbeats speeding up and not because of your close proximity. The Mistress did not do grandiose acts of love. This was perhaps the most vulnerable you’d ever seen her.

The tattoo shimmers slightly. Although it’s written in an Earth language, it most certainly was done elsewhere. The ink catches the light the same way a piece of jewellery might, it’s blackness occasionally giving way to a purple or blue hue.

“It’s beautiful.”

She “hmphs”, a smile on rather swollen lips. Pleased at the approval, though she’d never admit it.

“You got one in my language. Only fair I got one in yours,” she reasons. “Now, can we get back to it?”

You lean in and capture her lips.

“Love you,” you grin. You know you’re not getting anything else out of her.

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Salvatore Pt.1

Lilith/Madam Satan x Fem Witch!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, SMUT +18, Violence, Injuries, Legal Age Difference, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Harassment From Lucifer, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering, (R Receiving) Praise Kink (R Receiving), Degradation Kink (R Receiving), Lilith Uses Sex Magic To Give Herself A Cock

PREFACE: Reader is a witch who was found by Lilith in the woods after being attacked by Angels. Mesmerized by her beauty, Lilith takes Reader back to Pandemonium and recruits her as one of Lucifer’s foot-soldiers…but what happens when business and pleasure mix?

A/N: Lilith's P.O.V. in Bold and Colored!

YOUR P.O.V.

I fell limp after one final stab to the chest. The dagger piercing through my ribs and into my heart. After hitting the ground, it didn't take long before my vision began fading into nothingness.

"Come on, we need to clear the woods before sundown", a faint voice announced.

And just like that, I was left for dead in the cold and lonesome...or so I thought.

LILITH'S P.O.V.

As I made my way towards the Mortuary, I hear a struggle coming from somewhere in the woods. Usually, I'd go about my business, but I could sense supernatural energy coming from the direction of the sound.

So against my better judgment, I decide to follow it using teleportation and end up a few feet away, hidden behind a tree. I didn't know exactly what I was expecting to see, but a witch being brutally murdered at the hands of two angels wasn't it. Once they fled, I approached the body and there began it all.

She was devastatingly beautiful. Even battered, bruised and bleeding, her presence was so compelling. Something within me would not allow me to carry on, no matter how much I needed to.

I kneel before her and take one of her wrists. To my surprise, though weak, I did indeed find a pulse. Guess the angels didn't bother to ensure they finished the job. I take a quick glimpse around, before resting my palms on her body and closing my eyes. I focus my magic and recite the spell to heal her wounds and within a matter of minutes, the gashes started to close.

Once the lacerations had disappeared, I got back up on my feet and went to leave, but that same feeling in my gut continued to work against me.

"Just go" I pleaded with myself.

But alas, my efforts to leave the stranger behind were in vain when I found myself teleporting us both to Pandemonium in a blaze of hellfire

"Ah, Lilith, just the woman I wanted to see", Lucifer greets.

Just before spotting the woman in my lap.

"Mmm and you've brought me a little treat"

"I've brought you an opportunity", I corrected rather fiercely.

The mere thought of Lucifer touching her sent me into a spiral I couldn't explain.

"Do explain"

"Well, since you insist on me being here more often, I thought another eye watching over Sabrina would be of use. After all, she continues to fight against the path of night"

It took him a moment to consider what I'd said, but once he came to a conclusion, he ultimately agreed.

"Very well"

I let out a quiet sigh of relief, before ordering the guards to prepare a room for her.

YOUR P.O.V.

I wake to a faint beam of red light shinning through the window. It emanated from the crimson moon that contrasted against the pitch black sky. Surrounding me were silk sheets and the four posts that held a canopy over the bed that was not my own. Where the hell was I?

"You're awake", a voice said from a particularly dark corner of the room.

"Who said that? Where am I?", I sat up.

"One question at a time, dear", the figure emerged from the shadows.

It seemed as if my heart had dropped to the soles of my feet. Although confused and slightly frightened, I was also mesmerized by her daunting beauty. Her dark locks cascaded down her alabaster skin and her eyes gleamed a baby blue that rivaled any sky.

I took a moment to recollect myself and finally found the courage to speak.

"Where am I?"

"Hell"

That would explain the vast darkness that engulfed the outside.

"Am I dead?"

"No. You nearly were, but I managed to heal you before you completely bled out"

My hands reached for where the wounds would've been, but as she said, they were gone.

"Why am I here?"

"I thought you would be of use to the Dark Lord and whatever he needs, I make happen", she explained making her way over to me.

"The Dark Lord? Lucifer?"

"Unless there are other dark lords out there that I am unaware of, then yes"

She takes a seat beside me, as I recoiled, still unsure of my safety.

"I'm not going to hurt you", she reassured.

Her voice soft and sultry.

She rakes her gaze up and down my body, before brushing a fallen hair behind my ear.

"If I was, I wouldn't have bothered to set up this room for you"

"Fair point", I quietly answered as she smiled.

"Now"

She stood from the bed and turned to face me.

"I must alert the Dark Lord that you've awaken. Will five minutes be enough for you to be decent?"

I didn't even realize that my own clothes were replaced by a negligee. My hands instinctively pull the robe together to shield what was left of my dignity.

"Yes", I hesitated.

"Good"

She walks off, using her magic to open the doors.

"Oh and...", she says over her shoulder.

"You needn't shy away from your body"

I didn't need to see her face to hear the subtle grin in her words.

The moment the doors shut behind her, I let out a deep sigh, as my eyes fell closed in an attempt to calm my nerves. That woman.

Just as I regained my composure, the torches that decorated the walls around me all lit up at once, finally illuminating the room and allowing me to see. On the foot of the bed laid a black floor length dress that shimmered red against the burning flames. The bodice embellished with what looked like a golden ribcage.

LILITH'S P.O.V.

"Dark Lord, Madam Satan", Minion addressed.

"The new recruit is ready to meet you"

"Excellent! Bring her in", Lucifer ordered.

The guards hauled the heavy doors open to reveal the young woman awaiting behind it, dressed in the gown I had chosen. Judging by how well it hugged at every delicious curve, it seemed to me that I made the right choice.

"Come in, my child. Please do not be a stranger", Lucifer beckoned.

She slowly began approaching us, whilst scanning around the room.

"Oh, how precious. Worry not. No harm shall come to those who are not threats. Especially not to pretty little things like you", he chuckled.

I couldn't help but glare at him through my peripheral vision.

"What is your name?"

"(Y/N)", she answered.

"(Y/N). What a lovely name. Isn't that a lovely name, Lilith?"

"Yes, your wickedness", I answered whilst averting my gaze.

"You must be wondering why you're here and I'd be more than happy to answer, but I must ask some questions of my own", he declared standing up from his throne and making his way down the platform.

"What were you doing in the woods?"

"I was ran out of town by Angels and followed to Sweetwater River"

"Well, of course. This has the False God's work written all over it"

She kept her gaze focused the floor, too afraid to look either of us in the eyes.

"Do you belong to any of my covens?"

"I did, Dark Lord"

"Did?"

I see tears begin to gather in her eyes and her hands ball up into fists.

"The Angels slaughtered them in our Desecrated Church. My familiar helped me escape, before they caught up to me at the river"

Lucifer turns back to me with a sinister smirk.

"No one to recognize her and foil my plans"

Narcissistic as always.

"As for my final question, it actually answers yours. You see, I plan on taking over earth and turning it into the tenth circle of hell. The only problem is my daughter, Sabrina. Sabrina Spellman, who you will befriend and sway towards the path of night to fulfill the prophecy of becoming the Herald Of Hell and bring forth the apocalypse. That is your purpose here"

I watched as he circles her like a predator about to close in on its prey.

"My question now is...are you up to the task?"

She looks over at me and I give her a simple nod.

"Yes, Dark Lord"

He stops right beside her, shamelessly eyeing down the front of her dress.

"And what say you about being of service in other ways?", he questioned slipping off one of her straps to expose her shoulder.

"Dark Lord, may I please speak to you in private?"

He flashes her one more smile, before meeting me back up the platform.

"This must be important if you decided to interrupt me-"

"It is. I'm afraid if you take advantage of this girl, she will most likely turn on us. We have enough on our plate with Sabrina and the Angels and the Kings of Hell, what if she goes to the Spellmans and reveals your plans? It's not worth the risk"

He sighs through flared nostrils.

"Very well then, you deal with her", he spat bitterly before disappearing in a whirlwind of flames.

YOUR P.O.V.

I collapse to the floor in tears, overwhelmed by everything. Not only did I lose my coven, my familiar and the life I once knew, but I was now a pawn in the Dark Lord's game with no way out.

I could barely catch my breath from the panic that consumed my whole being. It felt like my lungs were set ablaze and death was just looming around the corner. Just then, I see Lilith kneel before me.

"Look at me"

It took all the strength I had left to lift my head from the confines of my knees.

"Crying won't solve anything. If you want to survive, you must play your part in this seamlessly"

"But-"

"But nothing"

She takes a hold of my hand and poured her eyes into mine. I found comfort in her gaze. Something about it felt genuine and true.

"You will do what you must. Is that understood?"

After taking in a long deep breath, I started to come to my senses.

"Yes"

She takes a quick look around the room, before leaning in to whisper.

"No one will hurt you as long as I am here", she promised, getting back on her feet.

"Guards, escort her back to her chambers and have a meal brought to her"

She offers me a hand and I take it to stand back up. As she went to leave, I decided to give into my curiosity.

"Why are you helping me?", I questioned.

She stops for a moment, before continuing to walk out.

LILITH'S P.O.V.

It had been almost a month since I rescued (Y/N) and for the most part, things went smoothly. She managed to successfully infiltrate Sabrina's circle of friends without arousing any suspicion from her or her peers.

The only issue I faced was not being able to keep away from her. I'd use any and every excuse to get her alone and in those moments, it took all of me to keep a level head. I couldn't help it. She was just the sweetest little sin.

From the doe eyes to the soft lips, I fought against every instinct that begged me to touch her.

Especially now. It was lunch time at Baxter High and I called her into my office to 'discuss' her progress with Sabrina. When in reality, I just wanted her all to myself for even just ten minutes.

"I told her I was a witch"

"And what did she say, darling?"

I could tell the pet name had an effect on her by the way she straightened her posture. I barely managed to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

YOUR P.O.V.

It was like she was trying to get under my skin and if she was, it was working. Of course, I had to be imagining things. How could a woman like her find interest in someone like me?

"(Y/N)?"

I snap out of my thoughts and remembered where I was.

"She told me she was one too"

She sits up from her chair and walks around her desk.

"So you've gained her trust, I take it?"

"Yes, Madam Satan"

"Oh please, spare the formalities. Lilith is fine"

"Of course...Lilith"

Even her name felt like sin on my tongue. I see her lick her lips and I almost lost it.

"You're doing so well", she says taking my necklace into her slender fingers.

A breath hitches in the back of my throat from how close she was. She raises a brow and leans in even closer.

"Do I make you nervous, pet?"

My skin was on fire and I was on the verge of completely losing my cool.

Before anything else could happen, the door clicks open and Lilith let go of my pendant.

"Miss Wardell-" Sabrina called out.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)"

"Hey 'Brina", I greeted.

"I can just come back-"

"Oh there's no need for that. (Y/N) was just leaving...weren't you, dear?"

"Yes, Miss Wardwell"

I got up and picked my bag off the floor.

"See you at Chem, Sabrina", I say almost, sprinting out of the office.

That woman's gonna be the death of me.

Later on that day, I decided to walk Sabrina home in an attempt to gather more information.

"He just wants you to steal gum?", I questioned.

"I know it doesn't seem like a big deal now, but what happens when his demands get worse? It's just gonna get harder and harder to say no"

"It's possible, but not guaranteed. Maybe it's just a test to see if you'll actually do it"

"Maybe, but still", she sighs.

"Has ever visited you? Ask you to do something?"

If only she knew.

"You could say that"

"What'd he want?"

"He just wanted me skip school"

"Is that why you didn't come in last week?"

"No, this was back in my old school"

It didn't feel right to lie to her, especially when she's been so kind to me, but I had no other choice. It was just like Lilith said. Play the game and keep it moving.

"Has he visited you again after that?"

"No. It was just that one time"

We finally arrived at the Mortuary and as she went up the steps, she stops.

"Should I just do it then?"

All I could do was shrug.

"I mean, if it'll get him off your back and buy you some more time to come up with a game plan, I don't see why not"

She nods.

"See you tomorrow, (Y/N)", she bids farewell, letting herself inside.

After the door closes behind her, I made my way to the clearing in the woods where Lilith told me to meet her. As I did, that moment in her office played in a torturous loop in my head. What would've happened if Sabrina never walked in? I pondered on it for a bit, before I see Lilith herself step out from behind a tree.

"Excellent work"

"Thank you", I respond.

My voice barely above a whisper.

"Come now. The Dark Lord is waiting", she says extending a hand.

I carefully take it and we vanish into a flash of fire.

LILITH'S P.O.V.

After informing him of the day she'd had, minus some details, the Dark Lord was quite pleased to hear how much progress (Y/N) has made with Sabrina.

"All the pieces are falling into place", he grinned.

"That'll be all for you, (Y/N), you may retire for the evening", he dismissed.

I watched as she bowed her head, before making a swift exit out of the throne room.

"You as well, Lilith"

I follow behind her, till she arrived at her door.

"Goodnight, (Y/N). I do hope you sleep", I bid farewell, whilst eyeing up and down her frame.

And just as I began to walk off, I could feel her eyes follow every sway of my hips, causing me to stifle back a chuckle.

"Wait", she called out to me.

And snap went the trap.

"Yes?"

"Maybe we could um...talk for a bit? In my room?"

My brows raise in pretend surprise.

"Well, of course", I say approaching her.

"You've been so good"

She blushes at the praise, looking down at her feet.

"And I bet it gets so...lonely"

I use my finger to lift her chin.

"Doesn't it?"

She nods and I reach for the door handle behind her, making sure to brush my lips past her ear.

"We can surely fix that, can't we?"

The door unlocks and she shyly pulls away, walking in, as I followed suit.

"Stop there"

I walk over to her and carefully place my hands on her shoulders to bring her against me.

"It seems to me that you're quite comfortable in my presence"

She nods, as her eyes fell shut.

"I'm afraid I'm going to need a verbal answer, pet"

"Yes, I am", she shudders, feeling me press out the knots in her shoulders.

"May I?", I ask, tugging at the straps of her dress.

"Please"

Just hearing her beg like this has my skin crawling in goosebumps.

I pull them both to the side and watch as the dress completely slips off her body. Every inch of her skin was nothing short of absolute perfection.

YOUR P.O.V.

I could feel her eyes on me like a devastating fever.

"Oh, pet", she whispered against my ear, running her hands up my waist.

"Lilith", I exhaled.

"Mhm?"

"I need you"

She giggles to herself and turns me around to face her.

"Let's not keep you waiting, then"

After what felt like an eternity of her teasing, she finally crashes her lips onto mine and it was better than I could've ever imagined. Her lips were as soft as silk and as sweet as honey, which contrasted against the fierce grip she had on my hips. I knew in that moment that this was the closest I'd ever get to heaven.

Without breaking the kiss, she lead me towards the bed and sat me down.

"I've been waiting for this. To finally know what you taste like", she says, getting down on her knees in front of me.

"Would you like that?"

"Yes, please"

With one final smirk, she pulls my underwear to the side and licks up my slit, collecting the mess she made previously. I shiver at the sensation, letting out a quiet gasp and reaching for her hair.

"So good for me. So tasty", she mumbled, sending vibrations through my bundle of nerves.

We had just began and I was already on the verge of completely coming undone.

Her tongue worked furious circles on my clit, while her fingers prepped my entrance by spreading my wetness up and down it. With each passing second, I felt a climax that had been building up closing in on me.

She slips two fingers into me and I clap a hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my moans. She chuckles, taking my hand off of my face.

"I've enchanted this room to be soundproof. You didn't think I'd miss the opportunity to hear all the pretty sounds you make, did you?"

"Lilith", I panted.

"How long has it been since you've been touched, darling?"

"Too long", I whined, grinding myself against her mouth.

"Poor thing", she teased.

Her ministrations gradually quickened its pace and before I knew it, her digits were pounding into the spot I needed most.

"Fuck, yes there!", I cried out.

My walls clenched around her fingers, as I was losing my breath from all the wanton moans that fought themselves out of me.

"You're so close, I can feel it. Do it, come for me", she ordered.

And with that, I was thrusted over the edge and I came with a scream that echoed around the room. I go limp and fall back against the mattress. Lilith stands up and I whine at the sight of her glistening chin.

"That", she says, collecting my essence off her chin and sucking it off her fingers.

"Was fucking good"

She crawls on top of me and rests my legs on either side of her. She mutters a spell under her breath and at first, I didn't know what was happening, but once I saw what appeared between her legs, I was astonished. She'd conjured up an appendage that was far larger than any I've ever seen myself.

"Like what you see, pet?", she questioned, dragging my bottom lip down with her thumb.

"Yes, Lilith"

She leans back down to kiss me and I wrap my arms around her neck.

"You will be spoiled rotten tonight", she says, guiding her cock against my cunt.

She slowly began inching her way inside me as I whined, gripping at the roots of her hair.

"I know, pet. Just a little bit more", she groaned, kissing my cheek in an attempt to soothe me.

The stretch stung and I wasn't sure how much more of her I could take, but eventually, I felt her thighs press up against the back of mine. She filled me like I'd never been filled before and it hurt so good.

"Fuck, it was like you were made for me", she sighed, snaking her hands underneath my back.

I give myself a moment to adjust, before bashfully grinding myself against her.

"You can move", I whispered.

Her hips retracted a bit, before pushing back into me with a steady rhythm.

"You're doing so good. So so good", she praised.

Gradually, her pace quickened and so did each breath that would get harder and harder to catch. Before I knew it, she had my legs over her shoulders, allowing her to hit my g-spot dead on. All I could do was repeatedly scream out her name like a prayer, whilst holding onto her wrists for dear life.

"Oh God!", I cried out, causing her to bite back a chuckle.

"He can't help you now, pet"

That alone would've pushed me to the brink of ecstasy, if it hadn't been for one of her hands that reached down between us to toy with my clit.

"I'm gonna-"

"Not until I say so", she ordered, pounding into me harder.

"Please!", I begged.

"Disobey me and I won't let you come at all", she threatened.

Not wanting to be left high and dry, I followed her orders. Even though it was killing me trying to fight back the orgasm that was wearing me down.

The tempo of her rams eventually began to falter at the growing pulse of my walls that were clenching around her.

"You feel so good. You like this? Being used like a toy?"

"Yes, fuck!"

"Such a dirty whore. All for me", she moaned, letting her head fall back in pleasure.

The sheer force of her thrusts began to cause the bed to skid against the floor and I feared its legs would give out at any moment.

"Fuck, Lilith! I can't-"

"Do it, come for me!", she yelled.

That was all it took for me to come completely undone. I let out one final moan, before melting completely in her grasp. She came not too far behind, painting my walls with ropes of white.

"Fuck!" she cursed into the air.

She helps me ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm with subtle thrusts, before carefully pulling out of me. I wince at the empty soreness and she collapses to my side, pulling me onto her damp chest.

"You were fucking incredible", I panted.

"I've been known to be", she teased, getting a giggle out of me.

We laid there, just basking in the afterglow for about a minute or two. I'd been so on edge for the past weeks that it felt good to just exist without a care in the world.

"This stays between us for now. What the Dark Lord doesn't know won't hurt him"

"I know"

She kisses the top of my head, holding me closer.

"But..."

"But what?"

"What if we don't need to?"

She pulls away to look me in the eyes.

"What?"

"Look. Lucifer's plans to take over the world could be catastrophic at best"

"There are risks involved in his plans, but what does that have to do with us?", she questioned.

"Everything. If he somehow gets his way and brings forth the apocalypse, he rules over all and where does that leave us? I don't wanna spend the rest of my life as a slave and I'm sure you don't either"

She cuts herself off with a sigh through her nose.

"I know it's risky", I said, sitting up.

"But the Spellmans could help"

"The Spellmans?"

"Yes. They may bend to Lucifer's will now, but the love they have for Sabrina far outweighs that. They'd do anything to keep her safe"

"(Y/N)-"

"Lilith, think about it. Sabrina's nature tends towards the path of light and you and I both know she isn't fit to rule Hell anyway. Besides, I think you'd make a far better ruler"

Her gaze softens.

"You mean that?"

"Is that even question? If it weren't for you, Lucifer wouldn't have gotten this far. You are the smartest and bravest person I know"

Tears prick in her eyes, as I took her face into my hands.

"You trust me, don't you?"

She nods, as a stray tear makes its way down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"I do"

I smile, holding her head against my bare chest.

"I'm taking you away from this place. I swear"

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Agatha all along

The road you take

(it doesn’t follow a chronological order. I’m a weirdo, okay?)

Three witches shared a love and a child— and they were happy, until something went terribly wrong, changing their unique bond forever.

Until next time

Wake up call / part two

We walk the wind-y road

Time Ticking, Patience Thinning

To a Love that Never Dies

Motherhood

So it’s true, a Door appears

Doctor who

Hold on to something beautiful [ Missy x reader ] You miss Missy for way too long.

About the beach day [ 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan x reader ] written after watching the episode Legend of sea Devils so it comes after that. Platonic (?) short and cute.

There can’t be a universe without the Doctor [ 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan x reader ] honestly the title sums up it rather well. Doc is stubborn, but you and Yaz even more.

She sees right through me [ 13th Doctor x Time Lord reader x Yasmin Khan ] Your encounter with the Doctor, after many years searching for her, doesn't go exactly as planned. But you shouldn't be surprised, considering the unexpected is Time Lords' bread and butter.

Help me hold onto you [13th Doctor x reader & Yasmin Khan x reader (friendship) ] The Doctor takes you and Yaz to Nectoxia, a peculiar planet that serves as burial ground, with the purpose of giving you a harmless fright. However, things don’t go as planned. They never do. And this time, it could cost you dearly. ONGOING

WWTDD: What would the doctor do? [13th Doctor x time lord reader ] After an argument, you storm off the TARDIS in need to clear your head. And it goes well for a while, until you find yourself in quite a predicament and in need of a helping hand.

Broadchurch

People Help the People [ Beth Latimer x reader ] Sometimes it’s nice to be reminded by those you love how much you mean to them. Beth Latimer is natural at that.

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Farah’s partner can’t come to terms with her death, and so, every night, she dances with her ghost.

E

2,026 words

🌬️ Grow Wings

While Farah is away on a field trip, Aster hits rock bottom. But after what happened last time, she doesn’t want to tell Farah—even when she finally returns. Good luck tricking a mind fairy…

M

21,631 words (completed)

🩸 Black Dahlia

(adoptive mum!Farah & Reader)

Miss Dowling discovers Dahlia’s self harm.

M

18,510 words (completed)

🎀 Sugar & Sweetness

(upcoming sugarmommy!Farah x Reader)

E

🧁 Common Burn

(upcoming Farah x Reader cottagecore AU)

Rhaenys Targaryen

👑 Camyla, the Petulant

(brat-tamer!Rhaenys x Reader)

All Camyla wants to do is run, all Rhaenys wants is for someone to stay.

When Corlys leaves Rhaenys on her own for years, to grieve the loss of their children all by herself, an old friend of her husband requests her help dealing with his misbehaved daughter Camyla. Rhaenys agrees to take her under her wing, but the young woman is hell-bent on driving her mad.

E

🎭 Gentle into the Night

(Corlys x Rhaenys)

Rhaenys survives Rook's Rest, Meleys does not.

M

1,631 words

Morissa

🌂 This Is What Makes Us Girls (prequel)

(Morticia Addams x Larissa Weems)

It’s Larissa’s 18th birthday, but she doesn’t get what she wants.

M

15,256 words

❄️ Roommates

(Morticia Addams x Larissa Weems)

When the Addams Family attends Larissa Weems' funeral, Morticia is confronted with the truth about the relationship she used to have with the woman.

M

49,965 words (completed)

🥶 Barren Cold (sequel)

(upcoming)

💨 Invisible (on hold)

On the night of their graduation, Morticia is forced to see that she can't have it all - Or can she?

E

14,520 words

🏰 Gwyneth of Rivia

“My name is Gwyneth of Rivia.” She gestured towards the cadaver. “And this is the beast I’ve slaughtered for you.”

E

3,686 words

Madam Spellman

🚢 Ship of Dreams

(Titanic AU)

Every year for the past decades, Lady Morningstar and Lady Blackwood have been meeting aboard an Ocean Liner. This year, it is the RMS Titanic, travelling from Southampton to New York.

E

26,174 words (completed)

🌆 Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

(Las Vegas AU)

“There’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lie your head.”

M

14,420 words

(somewhat completed, but more could come)

🎤 It’s gonna take a Queen of Hell to sweep me off my feet

Lilith can't believe her eyes (and ears) when she returns to the Mortuary after a fight with Zelda.

T

1,096 words

💜 I plant violets every time someone leaves me

(Zelda x Reader)

Clara is about to end her life when Directrix Spellman steps in.

E

4,519 words

🔨 Kiss with a Shovel

One would assume that after all the times she’d killed and buried her sister, she’d have it down and she did, but the transportation aspect of it frequently proved to be rather arduous.

M

1,914 words

🎁 Pandora’s Box

Zelda Spellman has been begging Hecate to bring Sabrina back for months, but maybe she’s been praying to the wrong goddess all along?

E

50,042 words (completed)

🏷️ Whatever the Price

Sabrina has just come back from the dead, together with her boyfriend Nick, and now she wants to get married! But as it turns out, Aunt Zelda isn't the only one standing in the way...

E

91,097 words (completed)

😈 Cherubic Little Devil

About one year after the arrival of their grandson Magnus, Zelda and Lilith now have a child of their own on the way. A baby, created from a witch and a demon. Born to claim the throne of Hell as well as represent the Order of Hecate. What will their path look like?

M

30,211 words

🌙 Pavor Nocturnus

When Zelda and Lilith's daughter is 5 years old, something scary happens...

T

9,666 words

🥵 Heatwave

A heat wave has hit Greendale - but that is nothing against what's going on in the Spellman bedroom.

E

5,607 words

🐎 Calloused Heart

(upcoming Cowgirl AU)

Wolves, storms, and money turn into the least of Zelda Spellman's problems when her sister invites Mary Wardwell-Masters to stay at the family's ranch.

M

3,056 words

✨ Whispers at Witching Hour

Zelda and Mary met at the wrong time and apparently in the wrong lives. Still, they can't seem to keep apart and find themselves in the messiest relationship of all realms. Can they make it work despite their cosmic problems and personal issues?

-An attempt to make Madam Spellman canon from P1 to P4-

E

185,993 words

✨ Wishes at Witching Hour (sequel, on hold)

When Lilith came home one night, she hadn't expected her whole life to change. Now she's living in the constant ache of not knowing the answer to one question: What really happened that day?

E

45,204 words

Miranda Croft

🫒 Handcrofted

You’re Miranda’s former assassin-colleague and after five years, you’ve decided to pay her a visit on her olive farm.

E

6,625 words

[chillinglyadventurous]

I hate to say it, but I feel like I’m falling out of love with Gravity Falls and back into my Chilling Adventures of Sabrina phase. I need Lilith and Mary Wardwell to be my moms (in like an actual mom way, not a sexy mommy way) and tell me I’m doing a good job.

So, I think I’m going to take a step back from Gravity Falls. That doesn’t mean I’m never going to write fics again for Ford or Stan. I just want to rewrite an old fic for CAOS. I need a break. I think I’m burned out on Gravity Falls.

[how-masterful]

Chaos

Missy X Reader, Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary: It's a late night after an eventful day, and in your exhaustion you muse about the Master and his chaos. But the chaos is seemingly just beginning. Notes: Here we are! The fourth annual birthday fic in a row for @plethora-of-imagines! And my first fic in a while! It's been both fun and frustrating getting back into writing, but i'm pretty happy with how this turned out- and where i'm planning for it to go! Don't worry plethora, you'll get your joust soon! Enjoy! (Also reader note, there's mention of Delgado!Master X Reader in here too, just in case that's not your thing!)

To finally rest your head upon a pillow was bliss. The aches and pains of the day that held tight within your bones seemed to melt into the plush duvet, dispersing from your body and leaving you nothing more than an exhausted husk. Today, as ever, had been far more eventful than any plan the Master's brain (or brains? You still weren't so sure about that one) could create. 

It seemed these days, even the simplest of visits would end in a universe threatening scenario- whether it was indeed the Master threatening the universe himself was often a flip of a coin. Chaos trailed behind the Master like a shadow, a tangible shred in the fabric of the universe. No matter his reason for visiting, whatever planet he dared to step his foot onto could never be left in the same state. His compulsion for chaos prevented it. He left destruction like footprints in the sand.

You adored it. You adored him. But some days the chaos felt just that- chaos. A heavy weight that made you crave nothing more than a good night's rest.

You sighed deep into your pillow, turning onto your side as you let out a hefty sigh. Even today, what had started as a simple visit to a museum had ended with utter destruction and you being banished from a whole subsection of space. The Master had, perhaps overnight, developed a strong passion for the correct and morally appropriate relocation of artifacts to their home planets, instead of keeping them in museums on the opposite side of space. From memory, you recalled musing about how strange this new desire was, how… benevolent. The shelves in his own office were crammed and sagging in the middle from the weight of all his stolen keepsakes. Since when was he so bothered about things being where they belonged?

Then you noticed the dangerous twinkle in his eye, his hand stretching outwards to grasp hold of your own, his electrifying touch leading you down the exhibition hall and towards the large glass cabinet housing a weapon of, when put bluntly, targeted mass destruction on a single planetary scale. 

The Master's moral mission to return the artifact had been nothing more than a vehicle for destruction-the weapon was specially designed to implode the planet the moment it made contact with its unique outer crust, which was why the museum across the stars kept it in the first place. To prevent destruction. To show the universe such chaos must be prevented. Be contained. But with the shatter of glass, and a dastardly smile, the Master had taken it into his hands to wipe that planet from the map. 

“That's what they get for working with the Grand Serpent.”

He’d grinned, watching the fire from the safety of his TARDIS, one hand upon your thigh, another bringing his teacup to his lips. He’d never been fond of that slimy old copycat. You’d smiled and sipped from your own cup in return, the curl of smoke in your nostrils a familiar and oddly comforting smell. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, the darkness of your own head far more comforting than the darkness of the room. Sleep had begun to sink deep within your limbs, a welcomed relaxation as opposed to your mental debate.

The chaos, as he’d once said, was a wonderful thing. It was routine yet also unique, that strange unicorn of a lifestyle that tinged the edges of everything you knew. Chaos brewed itself in the smallest of fashions and grandest of scales. Cushions that didn’t match, eclectic mugs that filled up the cabinets, mountains of books yanked from the library and piled in precarious structures, minefields of abandoned and temperamental experimental devices that could go off at any moment scattered around the various labs in the TARDIS.

But it shone deep from within the Master's eyes, his deep browns a perilous vortex you could find yourself falling into at a moment's notice, never wishing to crawl free of him. He was a harbinger of chaos, a walking weapon of catastrophe, anarchy at his fingertips. He could send your body and soul into a frenzy as easy as destroying a dynasty. You could never want him any less.

Sometimes, however, it all became too much to handle. You needed much more rest than the Timelord could bring himself to want, need or take with the amount of adrenaline running through his system. With a kiss to your forehead, a promise to return, and a request to take full advantage of the luxuriously comfy hotel bed, the Master had returned to the labyrinth you’d lovingly called ‘The Timeline Club’- once more meeting with his former self to discuss new business. Business it was essential they’d both be able to remember.

The other Master had started to become a more prevalent part of your existence, arriving to join your plans on occasion, arriving to join your more personal excursions even more. The Master, your Master, with his wide smile and eyes that could soften to a dangerously innocent doe eyed look, had taken such pride in how willing you were to get to know his former self… intimately. A boost to the ego that could never be matched: No matter what body he was in, it seemed you were destined to find it ridiculously attractive- and you weren’t inclined to argue with his hypothesis, considering the other Masters' visits often ended in you providing damning evidence.

The long curtains that hung beside the wide window began to softly sway, caught in a gentle breeze as your brain began to slow, allowing your thoughts to soften. You’d once suggested to your Master, well, Masters now, that you'd felt an ‘off’ button to your brain would be far more effective in getting the amount of sleep you needed when running on such a tight schedule. Your younger Master (definitely younger, despite looking like he should have been the older Master- much like the brains, it was awfully confusing) had a penchant for that sort of thing, his words were able to guide you to such a wonderful rest in less than a minute. Hard as you tried, no sleep you could muster on your own had yet compared to his.

Making a space for him had been almost as easy as breathing. He was so different to your Master, so refined and stoic, yet the hold he had upon you was exactly the same. Your apprehension upon your first meeting had disappeared with the same ease that your mind had now disappeared into a needed slumber. 

That was, until, you heard it. Your eyes barely cracked open at the familiar groan. The groan of the TARDIS, wheezing and phasing into existence. The breeze upon the curtains had swelled into a storm, the fabric billowing as the furniture began to lightly rattle, the cool wind snatching away the warmth of sleep you’d worked so hard to find. 

You sat up slowly in bed, pushing the covers back with balled fists as the TARDIS finally materialized upon the far wall of the hotel room, taking the shape of an elaborate wardrobe, swirling carvings of hissing snakes deep within the mahogany wood.

“Master,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “You said you’d be hours, I've only just got in bed.”

The door to the wardrobe swung open, light piercing through the gap and bathing the room in a fierce purple glow. You squinted hard, your eyebrows furrowing. The Master's tardis had a red console unit light.

“Did you change the console room again?” You mumbled, rolling your shoulders. The ache from earlier in the day had finally returned to your joints.

There came no reply from within. Except for the slow click of high heels upon metal inching closer and closer.

“Master?”

“Not quite.”

A figure emerged, bathed in shadow, breaking the glow of the TARDIS with her silhouette. Her voice, a Scottish lilt, made your eyes snap wide open.

“But you’re not far off.”

The other wardrobe door opened, and the figure stepped out of the TARDIS and into the light. Her long brown hair was fashioned into a messy updo of curls, her piercing eyes precisely lined with deep black liner. A pale broach sat perfectly within her white collar upon her throat, her long purple skirt covered by a matching purple jacket, the tops of her sleeves puffing out like a victorian. She smiled darkly with her red rouged lips, brandishing a slender black umbrella in one hand, its metal tip digging into the carpet.

“My my, what big eyes you have.” She teased, stepping closer in her black leather heels.

“All the better to gawk and say ‘what the hell is going on?’ without actually saying anything.”

You inched back slowly, hand carefully creeping towards your phone on the nightstand. The intruder's gaze caught you immediately. She tutted lightly, before raising the umbrella in her grasp and aiming it at your phone. With a loud hiss, the phone jumped from the table and clattered to the floor, an involuntary yelp escaping you.

“That’ll do you no good, dearie.” She teased, shaking her head.

“There's no use calling him, there's no danger. He wouldn’t be so self sabotaging. I should know.”

“Who are you?” You snapped.

The intruder giggled, raising her free hand teasingly to her lips.

“Oh, he hasn’t told you? Typical men, always wanting to keep their shiny things to themselves. Such a boys club, isn’t it?”

“Answer the question.”

“I am!” The intruder replied, gesturing exasperatedly.

“No, you’re really not.”

“Uh, I really am. I’m providing indirect answers through context clues masked with sarcastic commentary! C’mon poppet, you’re letting the side down here.”

You pressed your lips together in a tight line, narrowing your gaze towards the strange woman.

The intruder sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips.

“Wow. He really didn’t tell you who I am? I’m offended. Seriously, totally offended. You’d think after promising to let you meet me A YEAR AGO he’d fill you in on the deetz- but no, you’ve been running around making whoopee with the silver fox for months, far too distracted to come and visit little old me!”

You opened your mouth to ask more questions, when memory got to you first. It was a partial haze, the image muddied by alcohol and exhilaration, yet you could still make out the shapes. One year ago you’d visited the Timeline Club for the first time- a year ago, you’d met your other Master for the first time. After your… antics… the Master, your Master, had carried you out and mentioned something about-

“Workshopping…” You said aloud. The intruder tilted her head like a curious cat.

“He’d said he’d be workshopping it… he said I needed to meet…”

The intruder stepped forward, reaching the edge of the bed and smirking expectantly. You looked up, awe slowly spreading across your features. You gasped softly, the tension falling from your shoulders.

“You’re… Missy?”

The Timelady hummed in approval, her hand reaching to cup your chin with her fingertips, lifting your face to meet her gaze.

“That’s Mistress to you right now, pet. We’re still getting to know each other.”

You gaped up at her, unable to pull your eyes away. You could see it within her eyes, that familiar twinkle of danger. It was the same one you saw in your Master's eyes.

“Now come along, we’ve much bonding to do, so little time.”

Missy preened, bringing her face closer to your own, leaning across the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been so looking forward to getting my hands on you, poppet. Those boys have been keeping too short a leash on you.”

The Mistress chuckled, booping the end of your nose with her fingertip.

“Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

Missy grinned down at you. And in that smile, you saw the familiar storm of chaos.

[nifftydeary]

Missy Fluff Alphabet.

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Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Missy really love music in general, she mastered piano and different other instrument and she just adore when you sit with her and play a part of piano in duo. It always make her smile.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Missy honestly love everything about you, she's not the type to be picky on these things but if she had to choose, she'd probably say she love yours lips better. The time lady just like to kiss them so much and think they fit perfect with hers.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Your mistress would do everything she can to help you feel better and calm yourself, she would sit with you and take you in her arm, kiss your skin murmuring reconforting things in your ears. Missy would make sure to stay the closes she could to you when your in this state, because she is herself stress and anxious when it happen and she just want to make sure your ok.

Date - What was the first date with them like? What is their go-to date? What is their dream date?

For a first date your time lady would probably bring you to a foreign planet and show you what she have seen during her long life. She'd find a way to make things romantic and to amaze you because common we're talking about Missy here.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Hummmm...I don't even know how it can be a question the woman's name is literally the diminutif of mistress and she call herself mommy soo of course she's dominant with you and theirs no way she's going to do concessions.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Missy isn't the type to keep grudge for something you say or else if you tell her the truth and apologize. Of course I'm not saying she wouldn't maybe...punish you for thinking you could go against what she sayed or argue with her but yea she'll forgive you don't worry.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

The time lady knows how much you changed her and she's gratefull for it she think that she is becoming a better person because she's with you. She still kill people but only when it's absolutely require and she feel less guilty about it now that she knows it wasn't a choice she make. Missy often thanks you for being with you and not judging her for her past.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

With you, she would say anything, your her confident and partner and she knows not to keep things from you. To the others tho...it's an other thing.

I love you - How fast does she pronounce these tree words to you?

It took time, she had to trust you and come to know you better and be absolutely sure that if she sayed them it was for real and genuine. However, when she sayed it the first time, it was the bigining of a praised she always says and make sure ton bestowed to you every time she can.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Well remember when I said she wasn't killing except if absolutely necessary, well seing someone looking at what is hers or touching her little pet is a offence that she judge worth killing for. By the way be sure she will make it really painfully for the person in question that thought it was a good idea to try and steal you from her.

Kiss - What was the first kiss like?

Missy doesn't know what a gentle and calm means, everything she does is full of intensity and your first kiss wasn't an exception. The time lady kissed you breathless and she insert her tongue in your mouth craving to taste you and feel you as much as possible. You honestly didn't mind her passion, and still doesn't you love her for it.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Well, the brunette wouldn't go by many different ways, she would go straight to the point and just tell you she have feeling for you, that she love you. It would obviously be the beginning of really passionate event.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? 

Missy isn't opposed to marriege, she actually quite like the idea of an other way of showing to others that you belong to her. She would just be happy to be united with you by holy matrimony even if it's a human tradition and would be quite excited for the honey moon.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Your mistress just loveeee to call you by cute name, she have her favorite of course like "pet" "baby girl" "little love" " "sweetheart" but theirs many others. They always successfully make you blush.

Obsessed - How obsessed are they of their s/o?

Hum, she's quite abscesses yes, she doesn't like when you are not in sight and worries about you when she can't protect you, she thing about you always and is quite addict to your body even if she would say so herself.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Oh god yes, Missy is what you can call an exhibitionist of what she possess, and well it includes you. She adore to kiss you, touch you, even sometime go has far has fuck you in public places when she really is desperate.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Well her mind reading abilities is really usefull sometimes when you feel down and don't want to talk about it. She just have to take a peek into your kind and give you exactly what you need to feel better, it's generally her attention.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Of course she's creative Missy is a time lord as old as doctor who, she have seen many things in her life and she would obviously do pretty much everything in her power to make you happy, whatever it takes. She's not he biggest of romantic but if she knows you like to get gift and attention including romantic gesture she would be happy to oblige.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Honestly your lady would try to help you the best she can, but if it's a goal related to your mortal life she wouldn't really know how to do so. However she would always be the one to motivate you and encourage you for them.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

The blue eyes time lady love action, she like when things are spicy and dangerous, so if course she would like change into your relashionship to make it more exciting, however she is not against slow and calm day with routine.

Understanding - How good do they know

their partner? Are they empathetic?

She knows you very well, practically like she had made you, she knows what she need to do and how to act to make you happy and what not to do. She knows your taste, your weakness and she feel very proud that she know the person she loved so much.

Vanity - How concerned are they with their looks?

Missy is realllllyyyy concern of her apparence, she like to look classy and pretty, she love putting makeup all the time and to wear perfume.

Wardrobe - (What would they wear to impress you?)

Your mistress knows that you like her dresses and the way she look in her every day routine, so she just wear her cloths normally, however if she feel like pimwnting things up a little, you wouldn't go against the idea of a leater outfit of sexy garments.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

She wouldn't admit it but Missy is not really capable of staying to far away from you. She can't bare really well being separated from you no mather if it's for a day of a week. She's grown so used to being with you all the time and she just crave you always. It's even hard for her in public to keep her hands off you.

Zzzz- How are they when they sleep? 

When your lover does sleep, she is quite peacefull, surprisingly so because she never is when she is awake. Missy have a really light sleep, she wake up easily and normaly always keep a hold on you, keeping your body close to her in a protective manner. She hate when she wake up and your not in her arms anymore, it makes her mad and she gets upset.

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[thexxxthdoctor]

Ok, so, what do people want next? Something Timey Wimey with the 8th Doctor or something a little more dangerous with the Master & Missy…?

[danisnotmyname]

Chapters: 4/4 Summary: Number one, the intruder makes no attempt to fight you.

Number two, you stare down, and find that you’re sitting on Miranda’s pelvis.

[eliscannotdance]

i don't usually reblog kinky stuff to my main but i am reblogging this one for two reasons:

1) this is so very missy coded

2) it's super refreshing to see just a small hypothetical exchange of a D/s dynamic that has the Dom checking in with the sub on what they want, knowing it can change and that is okay. this is consent, this is healthy. a million gold stars awarded.

“Just a moment, dear, people are talking.”

“Am I not people?”

“Would you like to be people right now?”

“… no, I don’t think I wanna be people right now, Mistress.”

“Very well, my sweet pet. Would you like to sit on Mistress’ lap quietly while she talks to people?”

“…”

“What a lovely obedient pet.”

[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.

(Will add my old taglist when i can find it)

[aboutcustardcreams]

So I’ve been watching nonstop doctor who (I’m at the end of season 9) and it goes without saying that I literally fell in love with both the 12th doctor and Missy so I’d like to write something with them. It would be the first time and I’m excited to give it a try. Always with reader insert obviously. Clara is a sweetheart and I feel like I can add her as well 🥹 so if you’d like, send me requests 🌂⏳

[lanawinterscigarettes]

It’s okay about the slang!! I hope you’re doing okay btw also you really do spoil me I went to read that fic for the 4th time (yes fourth in 24 hours haha) and saw that you changed the word apartment to flat when Clara says it - SCREAMING I love that little drabble thingy (idk if that’s the right word) so much!! Don’t stress yourself to write part two or anything only if you want to 🫶 also I was so sad when you know that bit in the show when Missy kisses the doctor and then turns to Clara and is like ‘would you like a welcome package too’ that would have been ultimate Missyclara - apparently Jenna and Michelle were holding hands for the whole scene because Michelle was nervous which is actually adorable considering she plays such an out there character. I am still longing for Missy absolutely driving Clara insane and getting her flustered because Missy knows exactly what buttons to push to evoke a reaction she wants from Clara missyclara ftw

You literally know how my brain works exactly when you put the little hashtag that you haven’t forgot about the ask that’s the thing with me I sound needy sometimes it’s not that I don’t mind waiting it’s that my mind thinks I’ve been forgotten by someone 😭 literally thank you sm 🫶

Also side note why the thought of being caught like that sound kinda hot that fic has awoken something in me 😭

No worries about the Christmas crackers thing - they are a very British thing I’ve never seen them in other countries! Also me trying to figure out what a saltine is LOL cultural differences, also I most probably put this in another ask but Clara is an only child and I’m freaking out about it because she’s just so perfect and nearly everyone has siblings

Don’t worry about replying to my asks, just do them when you’re ready 🫶

Hope you’re having a lovely day!

- ⭐️

you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you like the fic so much that you keep going back to read it- and I totally agree I love missyclara they had so much potential and I really wish they had more scenes together. I plan on having the second part being something where missy is a massive tease to clara and the reader both but they're enjoying themselves more than they're willing to let on (also michelle gomez was in chilling adventures of sabrina which was basically netflix's updated version of sabrina the teenage witch and from what I've seen of her in the show she looked amazing. I really need to watch it soon)

and it's absolutely no problem! I know exactly what you mean, and I don't want you to think that I've forgotten about you or that I'm trying to ignore you on purpose 💞 I'm just a bit of a scatterbrain and tend to get distracted by other things really easily so that's why it usually takes me so long to respond

honestly I have no idea where the idea for that fic even came for I just knew I wanted to write something that was clara x reader x missy and since we all know how much fun missy has getting in the middle of things and causing chaos I thought her showing up unexpectedly while clara and the reader were trying to have some alone time would be perfect

i didn't even think about you not knowing what a saltine is I'm so sorry 😭 and most of my knowledge of British culture comes from doctor who/bbc sherlock (I'm a covert superwholock fan shh don't tell anyone) and I cant explain why but clara just seems to give off only child energy if that makes sense

and you're so sweet, thank you for being so understanding when it comes to me taking so long to respond 💕

i hope you're having/had a great day too!! 🥰🥰

[nifftydeary]

hum ok can I have someone writing this please I'm begging on my knees

like a missy x reader one shot with that story line ⤴️

I want The Master/Missy to pull me into their lap and hold me tightly. Just to have the safety of being in their arms knowing they would never let you get hurt on their watch. You mean far too much to them for you to get hurt or taken from them, they're with you till the very end.

Their Precious Protected Person

[cosmic-x-kisses]

Angel blood

A very short Lilith x reader thing

Hi! So this was GOING to be an angsty one, but I didn’t really know how to go about it so it’s a cute lil comedy ish thing

Masterlist

Minor warning for blood mention? it’s only a little mention but I’ll warn you guys just in case!

Something was wrong, something was VERY wrong.

The entirety of hell was completely silent, no demons were wandering about, no shouting, no screaming. No Lilith.

You roamed around the throne room, cautiously searching for the brunette and letting out a sigh, she was nowhere to be seen. You wandered the halls, eyes darting from door to door, swinging your arms at your sides as you walked, making your way to Lilith’s quarters. That’s when you saw him, her minion scuttling towards you, making you freeze in your tracks. “Miss... Miss Y/N.” He panted, bowing his head in front of you. “You need... you need to go to your room.” He looked back up solemnly. “Huh?.” You replied. “What’s going on?”

He glanced down, then back up at you. “The king is dead.”

You could feel your eyes widen, staring at the demon. “P-pardon?” You replied, fidgeting. “Where’s Lilith?! Does she know? What happened?” The minion looked back at you, cringing slightly at the mention of Lilith. “She’s in her room, Miss Y/N.” You thanked the demon, before rushing past him to her door, knocking urgently.

“Enter.” She replied from the other side of the door.

“Lily,” you said quickly opening the door “Did you hear? What happened-“ you freeze, staring at the grinning brunette, blue blood dripping from her chin as she looked at you gleefully. “Hello petal, is everything okay?” She replied, skipping towards you.

“You didn’t, please tell me you didn’t”

“I did it!” She grinned again, holding you by your waist and pulling you close to her, kissing your nose. “He’s gone! Isn’t it BRILLIANT!?” She giggled, squeezing your hips. You looked at her, raising your brows in suspicion. “What... what happened?”

“Oh!” She giggled again. “He wanted to see you, so I killed him.” She replied, crinkling her nose. You cringed slightly draping your arms around her shoulders. “He wanted to see me? Why?” She sighed, pressing her forehead to yours tenderly. “I don’t know, love. It’s not important!” She smiled again. “Lil, it’s SOMETHING. You have just killed a man remember.” Lilith rolled her eyes before looking back at you, smiling cheerfully. “I said it isn’t important, let’s leave it at that hm?” Lilith kissed your nose again, gently swaying with you, you’ve never seen her so calm, so happy.

“I think you should clean yourself up a bit.” You chucked, holding her chin. “You made a little bit of a mess there.” She laughed, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. ”I didn’t expect it to be blue, but I guess he is a fallen angel I suppose!” You laugh. “Lily, that’s so disgusting.”

I would LOVE to write more of Lilith🥺 please request some prompts I’m dying to write more of her I’m incredibly soft for her at the moment.

[nifftydeary]

pleaseeee please someone write thisss

Twissy headcanon: Whenever the Doctor is mad at her, Missy pulls his hand to her chest and her heartbeat calms him down (and also reminds him that he loves her).