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bloody-cupcakes · 9 days

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Yandere/dark Tenth Doctor x reader; he helps you celebrate your birthday

Tw: yandere/dark content, soft yandere, threatened force feeding (it doesn't happen though), implied kidnapping/Stockholm syndrome, gender neutral reader, the Doctor uses affectionate pet names such as star, angel, and love, brief swearing, referenced past hypnotism/mind control

A/N: it's my birthday and I happen to share it with none other David Tennant himself so naturally I had to write something a little dark with the Tenth Doctor in order to celebrate 🥳🎈🎂

The bed dipped down beside you as you tried to play it off like you were still asleep. "Happy birthday, star," the Doctor softly cooed in your ear, gently shaking you as you laid there. Obviously he figured out you were faking. "It's time to get up so I can give you your gift."

You pressed your face closer into the pillow and let out a defiant huff. "I don't wanna," you whined quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear. As much as you might've enjoyed your birthday before, you'd recently been dreading its approach due to the circumstances you found yourself in.

Part of you had hoped that maybe he wouldn't remember, and then you could say you didn't remember either if it ever came up in further conversation, but unfortunately you had no such luck. You didn't even question how he knew it: at this point you didn't want to know where he got any additional information that you didn't willingly give up.

"I said, it's time to get up." His tone was a bit more forceful than before; it made you gulp nervously and sent shivers down your spine. "I don't want to have to repeat myself again, understood?"

"Yes, sir," you responded obediently, your voice sounding timid and meek as you slowly sat up in the bed. "I'm sorry." You stuck your bottom lip out and widened your eyes, trying to make yourself look as innocent and unsuspecting as possible, something you knew he always fell for.

"I guess I'm just a little upset that I won't be getting to spend today with my family." It could very well have been a bold faced lie, but he didn't need to know that. It wouldn't matter, anyway. You knew he wasn't going to take you back home, but at the very least you were hoping for some sympathy, which you got.

"Oh, angel..." His voice went back to its usual soft spoken tone as he pulled you onto his lap, his brow furrowed as his eyes filled with concern. "I know you miss them, love, but I can't take you back. You know that. Besides, this is your home now." He gestured to your room inside the TARDIS, one that he filled with items he'd taken from your old place.

Against your better judgement, you cuddled up close to him on his lap, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck. You inhaled the scent of his aftershave, something that you thought you'd always hate when he first took you. Now, though, it provided you some much needed comfort whenever you were feeling down.

"I'm going to go get your gift, okay? I'll be right back." You made a soft noise of protest as he slipped you off his lap and back onto the bed, watching as he got up and left the room. Pouting, you crossed your arms and just sat there, waiting for him to return.

The Doctor soon returned, carrying a plate with a large slice of birthday cake on it. He chuckled upon seeing the grouchy look on your face. "I told you I'd be right back." He walked over and took a seat back on the bed, setting the plate down in front of you. "Boy, you must've missed me an awful lot, hm?"

You stuck your tongue out to show you didn't appreciate his teasing. "Careful, otherwise your face is going to freeze like that." He picked up the fork and stuck it in the slice of cake, breaking off a piece before holding it up. "Look, I got your favorite."

Knowing exactly what he wanted, you kept your mouth shut, refusing to eat the piece of cake on front of you. If you were in a better mood, then maybe you'd be fine with it. After all, you'd grown used to him feeding you, even if it was a tad bit degrading.

But today was just not the day for all of that. You couldn't be sure exactly what time it was, as there wasn't a clock in your room, but you were fairly certain he'd woken you up just past midnight . Honestly, the nerve to not even let you sleep on on your own birthday.

"I don't want any. I'm not hungry," you mumbled as you looked down, not feeling brave enough to meet his gaze, even if you were openly defying him by refusing the "gift" he'd gotten you.

"Very funny, star. I woke you up early, so now you're going to be a brat and refuse to eat your cake," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. "Look, would you just eat it? It's only one slice, love, c'mon now."

"No. I said I don't want to," you blurted out in frustration, glaring at him. The moment his eyes darkened, you felt your blood run cold, realizing you'd made a mistake. "I- I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired-"

Your poorly made excuses were cut off quickly by the Doctor's harsh tone. "I don't care how tired you are, do you hear me? We are going to sit here until you eat every damn bite, if I have to force it down your throat."

A loud whimper of fear escaped you at his scolding tone, causing him to let out a sigh as he recognized he'd gone a bit too far. "Love, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to be so rough sounding with you," he gently reassured you as he shifted closer to you on the bed.

Deciding it wasn't worth it to fight him (despite how much you really didn't want to be held), you allowed him to pull you onto his lap for a second time. "I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to upset you in that way," he spoke in a low and soothing voice while wrapping his arms around you.

"You were mean," you choked out as your eyes began to fill with tears. Although it was ridiculous to believe, especially with no proof, you always thought he'd done something that made you much more emotional and sensitive than you used to be, just so he could have the chance to comfort you.

(Technically your suspicions weren't all that far off, as he'd asked a favor from his best enemy back when he first took you. He figured that maybe if you were more docile and submissive it'd be easier to make you stay with him, so he convinced the Master to hypnotize you in an effort to change the chemistry of your brain and make it so you'd be dependent fully on him. Of course, you didn't know any of this, though it wouldn't have surprised you even if you did.)

"I know I was, love, and I'm sorry." He reached over and moved the plate, resting it on your thigh as he picked up the fork again. "Just eat this, then you can go back to bed, okay? I promise." The offer was certainly tempting, and the cake didn't actually look (or smell) that bad.

"Okay," you sniffled in a small voice, opening your mouth just enough for him to stick the fork in. The taste of the buttercream frosting hit your tongue first, the silky smooth texture followed by the fluffiness of the cake. The Doctor smiled in delight as he watched you eat it.

"Good, good. There you go, see? I knew you'd like it." He broke off another piece from the slice and held it up to your mouth again, feeding you in almost the same manner a mother would to her child. "You're doing so well for me, star, I'm so proud of you."

You felt your face heat up in a blush at his praise, humming happily as you continued to eat. His words of encouragement pushed you to keep eating, even if you weren't really that hungry to begin with. A full belly and an empty plate later, you were finally done, licking your lips clean of icing.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" He placed the fork on the plate and set them both down on the bedside table. "Did you enjoy your gift, star, hm? I thought you might like it, seeing as that's your favorite."

As you were still savoring the final bites of the slice of cake, you nodded your head eagerly. He grinned in response, glad to know you'd liked it. "Good, I'm glad." Noticing there was some icing smeared on your upper lip, he leaned in and dragged his tongue across it suddenly, an action that left you both shocked and flustered.

Laughing at your reaction, he gave your lips a quick kiss before saying in a low and suggestive voice, "I'm sorry, angel, I just couldn't resist. You looked too sweet not to taste for myself."

Too embarrassed to say anything, you turned and buried your face into his chest, which only caused him to laugh harder. "Oh, star, you're always so easy to tease." He ran his hand up and down your back in a comforting fashion, smirking playfully.

A soft yawn could be heard coming from you as drowsiness started to overcome you. "I'm really tired, can I go back to sleep now?" You asked in a sleepy mumble, looking up at him with eyes that were droopy as an effect of being woken up in the middle of the night.

"Of course you can, love. I won't keep you awake any longer." He pulled the covers over top of you before flicking off the lamp beside the bed. Pressing a loving kiss to your head, you could hear him faintly murmur just before you drifted off to sleep: "happy birthday".

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bloody-cupcakes · 18 days

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STARTERS FOR DARK & TOXIC SHIPS

Lines taken from various forms of media for that particular brand of dark ships.

❛ You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. ❜

❛ You think you’d be happy with someone else? No way. I’m it. ❜

❛ I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that? ❜

❛ I’ll kill the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world. ❜

❛ What have we done to each other? What will we do? ❜

❛ But the horror, the horror was for love. ❜

❛ This love burns you, maims you, twists you inside out. ❜

❛ It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all. ❜

❛ You lied to me! You poisoned me! You told me you loved me! ❜

❛ I love you, and it’s killing me. ❜

“I hate you” – “No you don’t.” ❜

❛ You’re killing me slowly. ❜

❛ I love you so, I’ll eat you whole. ❜

❛ Sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine. ❜

❛ Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ❜

❛ Something ugly in you, you also saw in me. ❜

❛ You ruin anything you touch, and destroy anyone you love. ❜

❛ You are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand. ❜

❛ You say that you love me but you act like you don’t. ❜

❛ Imagine our children, how fucked would they be? ❜

❛ Don’t you know I’m no good for you? ❜

❛ When it’s going good, it’s great. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. ❜

❛ Your temper’s just as bad as mine is. You’re the same as me. ❜

❛ I know this love will tear me to pieces. ❜

❛ I loved you enough. You just never believed it. ❜

❛ Why can’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ We have been each other’s prisoner for a very long time. ❜

❛ You said that you loved me with your knife pressed against my throat. ❜

❛ I’d probably still adore you will your hand around my neck. ❜

❛ Our love is a monster, plain and simple. ❜

❛ I loved you as Icarus loved the sun: too close, too much. ❜

❛ Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction. ❜

❛ It terrifies me what I would do for you. ❜

❛ There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of them. ❜

❛ We weren’t ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves – surprise! – we were poison. ❜

❛ We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way. ❜

❛ I would never kill you. Not in a million years. What I can do - what I will do is hurt you, worse than I did before. ❜

❛ You make me feel, and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now. ❜

❛ You are the knife I turn inside myself: that is love. ❜

❛ I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife. ❜

❛ If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand. ❜

❛ We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral. ❜

❛ There is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me. ❜

❛ Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. ❜

❛ I need you to be a monster. Which is to say, I’m trying not to love you. ❜

❛ Kiss me. Kill me. Do something. ❜

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bloody-cupcakes · 28 days

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Masterlist~

I could be a better boyfriend than him..

Kate Bishop

Kate Bishop x yandere/dark reader scenario: you express your displeasure to her laughing at your love letters

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Damon Salvatore

Damon Salvatore x yandere/dark reader scenario: he finds out who you really are

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Regina Mills

Yandere/dark Regina Mills x reader scenario: her catching you trying to escape and punishing you for it

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Twelfth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Twelfth Doctor x reader scenario: he visits you in the vault

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Thirteenth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Thirteenth Doctor x reader scenario: she force-feeds you when you refuse to eat

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Martha Jones

Martha Jones x yandere/dark! Timelord! reader

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Missy/Gomez! Master

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

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Whittaker! Master

Yandere/dark Whittaker! Master x reader scenario: you get caught trying to escape

I could do the shit that he never did..

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Martha Jones x yandere/dark! Timelord! reader

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, brief mentioned nonconsensual hypnotism/memory wiping, (basically) stalking, mentioned threats of violence

Martha may have been a bright, intelligent woman (one of the many things you admired her for) but she was also such an easy target for you. She was desperate for the Doctor's approval, and when he seemed to pass her over again and again she started to feel hopeless, as if no one would ever appreciate her.

Until you showed up. You, a fellow Timelord who managed to escape the time war, one of the very last of their kind. As soon as you saw her, you were smitten. It was practically love at first sight.

You could tell the Doctor was a bit jealous by how her attention shifted over to you upon your arrival, but you simply ignored him. After all, it wasn't your fault he refused to give Martha the attention she deserved. If anything, your actions of flirtation were long overdue.

She was drawn to you like a moth to a light, although perhaps a moth to a flame might've been a better analogy. You had some destructive tendencies, sure, and maybe you tended to get a bit overprotective when it came to potential love interests, but you'd never do anything to hurt her.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, of course. Like that time she freaked out when she woke up and saw you watching her sleep, and you had to erase the memory from her mind (a neat little trick you'd learned from the Master back at the Academy).

Other than that, though, you'd never hurt her. Everything you did was for her. You only wanted to protect her, after all. Which is why you suggested the idea of her ditching the Doctor and traveling with you, instead.

You thought she'd be ecstatic, but much to your disbelief she refused, content on staying with him. "He wasn't that bad to travel with", she insisted when you pointed out all the danger he'd gotten her into.

Thinking that maybe she just needed some time to come around, you dropped the subject. If she couldn't see how much you cared through words, actions would have to do.

From that point on, you decided to follow close behind the two of them on their journeys, often popping up just in the nick of time to save the day. The Doctor was suspicious, of course, but Martha was just grateful that someone was actually getting her out of trouble for once rather than just into it.

Each time you saw her, you lightheartedly reminded her of your offer to join you, and each time she said no, until the day she finally caved and told you that one little word you'd been desperate and dying to hear: "yes".

You were ecstatic to finally have her by your side, and unlike the Doctor you would never, ever take that for granted. Martha was yours, and you were quite confident that she always would be.

Even if she later found out it was you who told some of the Doctor's enemies where they were just so you could be the one to save them, and even if you turned out to be much more dangerous than she could've ever anticipated, it wouldn't matter, because she was yours.

Besides, it's not like she could just leave. There was nowhere in time or space she could go that would be far enough away from you, nowhere she could run that you wouldn't find her. She was yours, forever, and you intended on keeping it that way, even if you did have to threaten the occasional broken bone to get her to stay in line.

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bloody-cupcakes · 28 days

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Thirteenth Doctor forcefeeding the reader because they won't eat? 🥺👉👈

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, soft yandere, implied kidnapping, force-feeding

"Come on, sweetheart, open up." The Doctor held up a forkful of your favorite meal, which they'd made in hopes of convincing you to eat.

You pouted in response, crossing your arms as you shook your head and leaned away. "No. I'm not hungry."

She let out a sigh of disappointment as she set the fork down. "Love, you have to eat eventually. It's not healthy for you to go so long without eating something."

Knowing she was right, you chose to remain silent, glaring at her from your seat at the table. "Can I go now?" You asked in a bratty tone, clearly not enjoying this back and forth between the two of you.

Your obvious attitude was starting to sour her usual bright and cheery mood. Not only that, but your refusal to eat was starting to worry her. She'd hoped that maybe it was just a faze you were going through, but it had gone on for long enough.

"Listen to me. I've tried everything I can to get you to eat something. I've made all your favorites and even put up with your temper tantrums," she began in a stern tone as she stood and moved closer to you. "But my patience is wearing thin, and I've just about had enough of this."

Swallowing nervously, you realized that maybe you shouldn't have pushed her buttons so much. After all, she'd been nothing but kind and understanding, even if she had kidnapped you.

"So, I'm going to tell you one more time before I take away your right to do it willingly." The Doctor picked back up the fork and held it in front of your face, her face scrunched up in frustration. "Open your mouth and eat."

Although you knew you probably should've done as she asked, you couldn't help but make one more act of defiance. "No, I don't want any-"

Before you could even finish your sentence properly, she shoved the fork into your mouth. You gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion, tears welling up in your eyes.

"I want you to eat it all, now. Don't even think about spitting it out." She covered your mouth and nose with her hand as her other held your head in place, giving you no other choice but to swallow.

Once she was certain there wasn't anything left in your mouth, she removed her hand, demanding, "Open your mouth so I can see that you finished everything."

You decided to be obedient for once and did just that, showing her that your mouth was empty. The Doctor let out a soft hum in approval, giving you a look of satisfaction.

"Good job. Now, I have some maintenance that needs to get done on the TARDIS, but when I come back that plate had better be empty, do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," you replied in a meek and quiet voice as you looked down. She smiled at how submissive you were suddenly acting, leaning over and giving your head a kiss.

"Very good. I'll be back later, okay? We can do something together then, as long as you finish your food first."

She turned and exited the room, leaving you behind with the feeling of shame for disobeying her and an almost full plate to finish.

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Yandere/dark! Twelfth Doctor x reader; he visits you in the vault

Tw: yandere/dark content, soft yandere, kidnapping, gender neutral reader

"Let me go, Doctor. This isn't funny anymore," you demanded angrily, glaring at him with your arms crossed. "You can't just leave me down here."

"I'm sorry, my dear. I only wish I could." With the sad way he was looking at you, it almost seemed as though he hadn't been the one to put you there in the first place. "Unfortunately, it's the only way I can guarantee your safety."

"You and I both know that's not true." Your eyes softened slightly at the sorrowful expression on his face. You knew exactly what he was thinking. "I'm not Clara, Doctor. You can't just automatically assume the worst has happened when it takes me a couple hours to return your calls."

"I know, I know..." He sighed heavily, bringing his hand up to press against the glass of the container you were trapped in. You did the same, leaning forward as you watched him.

"Please, Doctor," you softly pleaded with him, trying your best to appear pitiful in hopes of earning his sympathy. "I can't stand being down here without you, please."

His intelligent blue-grey eyes looked deeply into yours, and for a second there you thought you might've had him. Until he shook his head at you and drew away.

"I know you don't want to be down here, darling. But I'm afraid I just can't let you go."

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Yandere/dark Whittaker! Master x reader; you get caught trying to escape

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, implied kidnapping/Stockholm syndrome, soft femdom, the Master refers to the reader as pet in an affectionately degrading manner, the Master has a dacryphilia kink, implied smut at the end

You'd been caught trying to escape from the Master after she'd overthrown the monarchy of the alien planet you'd been visiting together recently. In all honesty, you had no idea why you'd ran away from her; she was the family you'd ever known, the only home you'd ever had.

The guards held onto your arms tightly as they marched you to the throne room, preventing you from trying to run away again. The large marble doors opened to reveal none other than the Master herself seated on the ornate throne.

She look displeased as usual, though her face lit up the moment she saw you. "My pet," she cooed out sweetly, leaning forward so she could get a better look at you. "Where have you been, dear? We've been looking for you for ages. I've been so worried."

You kept your head down, glancing up at her with guilt filled eyes. "I'm sorry, Master. I- I didn't mean to," you insisted remorsefully. Your face heated up with shame as you looked down, clearly regretting your actions.

"Oi, look up at your majesty when she speaks to you!" One of the guards demanded gruffly, yanking your arm some in an effort to get you to listen. You let out a soft whimper in fear, something that caused the Master's blood to boil.

"That's enough," she snapped harshly at the guard. "Let them go." If looks could kill, they'd both be dead on the floor for daring to touch her beloved pet like that and speak to them that way.

They both obliged, letting go of you. You dropped to the floor almost immediately, kneeling as a sign of respect. The Master smirked in satisfaction at your action, pleased to know that she'd taught you well.

"Leave us." She dismissively waved the guards away, her attention focused fully on you. They both bowed before exiting the throne room, shutting the doors behind them. "Come here, pet. Come to your Master."

The good pet you were, you instantly obeyed. Knowing better than to get back up again without her permission, you crawled over to where she sat on the throne, resting your cheek against her knee.

"What a good little pet you are." She reached a gloved hand out and patted the top of your head affectionately. "Tell me, why did you run away, hm? You know better than that."

You whimpered at her words, for although her tone was gentle and kind you knew you'd misbehaved and were going to be punished because of it. "I- I don't know, Master. I got separated from you, and I was scared and confused."

The Master moved her hand down to the side of your face, lovingly stroking your cheek with her thumb. Your breathing became ragged as you spoke, and your eyes welled with tears, as though you might cry.

Her hearts broke for you; she could tell you felt guilty still and didn't mean to disobey her. "Oh, don't cry, sweetheart. I won't punish you this time. I can tell you feel bad enough as it is."

Her soft words of reassurance didn't do much to help calm you, tears spilling from your eyes and down your cheeks mere seconds later. "I- I'm sorry, Master... I really didn't mean to run away from you..." You sobbed quietly as you pressed your face into her lap.

As much as she felt bad for you, she couldn't deny just how much it turned her on to see you crying like this. She shifted some in her seat as her panties grew damp from her arousal, something you didn't notice due to how hard you were still crying.

"Now, now. There's really no need for all of this," she scolded in a light tone. "I'll tell you what, pet. If you behave for me by making me feel good, we can call it even and forget all about your transgressions. How does that sound?"

The Master grabbed your face gently with your hand, tilting your head upwards so you'd be forced to look at her. Your eyes were glossy still with tears, your bottom lip quivering with emotion as you watched her.

"Yes, Master. I- I can behave for you." Your voice was uneven and full of emotion due to your recent outburst, but she smiled nonetheless, glad she could get something productive out of your tears.

"Good pet. Now-" she moved the gloved hand that wasn't still holding your face down to the top of her pants and began to undo the buttons "-get to work."

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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.

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symptom ideas for whumpee in a sickfic ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆

loss of appetite

nausea

vomiting blood

difficulty swallowing

delirium / high fever

body shivering

fatigue / tiredness

dizziness

numbness, tingling in hands

heart palpitations

hearing loss

ringing in ears

vision loss / temporary blindness

skin rashes

shortness of breath

muscle cramps

blood in urine / blood in stool

cough / cough up blood

headache

abdominal pain

chest pain

dry mouth

itching

runny nose

loss of taste and / or smell

sore throat

chronic pain

temporary paralysis

#writing prompts #prompt list

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