Hey! Could you maybe write something for Madam Satan x reader again? I LOVED the last one you did and your writing is just so amazing! Please lmao?😂🙏🏻

I decided it was time to write some fluff so I hope that’s okay, Anon.

“Here, let me help you.”

You caught the paper before it could fly off the stack in the cold draft that had appeared when you came through the door. You looked down at the woman sitting at the table, the red pen dangling from her fingers. You plucked it from her hand, putting it on top of the stack of papers to keep them from flying off again while you closed the door.

“Long day?” you asked over your shoulder as you took one last look outside before shutting the night out.

She muttered something under her breath which you were glad you couldn’t hear. You’d heard enough about Sabrina Spellman ruining plans and her little friends being a nuisance. You’d heard enough about Blackwood’s faults and the annoyances of Zelda Spellman. All you wanted was for everything to fall into place for her, to be able to be happy.

You sat in the chair across from her, watching her pick up the next paper in the pile and discard it, her brow furrowed in annoyance. You reached out, picking it up. A scrawled, barely legible essay stared back at you, spelling mistakes jumping out from cluster of words. You dropped it, sorry for the kid who would have to deal with the harsh feedback on their subpar work. You’d read the scathing comments Lilith had left before.

“Let me make you dinner,” you said, standing again.

You brushed your fingers over her shoulder and her head turned towards you, her hand grasping your wrist. You paused, looking down at her. Her blue eyes were staring up at you, the lines around her face softening.

“Thank you,” she said, releasing you.

You lent forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead before walking into the kitchen to start on dinner. You’d spent enough time with Lilith to know she often forgot to eat, so caught up in her master’s plans it slipped her mind. You worried about her, even though you knew she hated that you did. She always told you she was more powerful than you could even comprehend, that she didn’t need your worry. You still did anyway.

You searched through her cupboards, looking for something easy. You’d spent the day imagining curling up with her on the sofa or in bed, silent and comforting. You loved the quiet moments with her, when she forgot about Satan, when it was just you and her, the only people in the world. Those were the moments you lived for.

A soft hand ran over the back of your neck as you stood by the bench chopping vegetables. You turned your head enough to see the red of her dress in your peripheral vision. You smiled, turning back to the knife in hand, a soft sigh the only sound.

“I don’t know how you manage with those kids,” you said, “it must be the most infuriating part of all this.”

“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” she replied. You let her not give you a proper answer. She had the right to keep secrets.

You turned, giving her your full attention. She may not want to talk, may only want to be in your presence, but she deserved your full attention when you could give it to her.

She was watching you, her eyes tracing over your body. You felt that thrill, the same one you’d felt the first time you’d caught her staring at you. You licked your lips, putting the knife down.

You kissed her, soft and sweet, wanting her to feel every ounce of care you had for her in that one moment. She slid her hands into your hair, holding you in place as she kissed you again. Her body moulded against yours, so soft and warm. You moaned, digging your fingers into the flesh of her hips.

She drew back and you kissed the tip of her nose. You pressed your forehead to hers, taking a deep breath in. Her eyes fluttered closed, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“Open your eyes,” you said, drawing back, “look at me.”

She blinked her eyes open and your breath caught in your throat at the glow in them. You’d never seen her look happier, the joy almost a physical force.

“Take the rest of the night off,” you said, “you deserve a break.”

She ran her hand down your face, lingering on your jaw. You threaded your fingers through hers, squeezing her hand. She kissed you again, lingering long enough for you to flush. She winked and turned to walk out of the kitchen. You chuckled yourself and turned back to the counter. She made you so happy.

lilith gets jealous / possessive because someone flirts with the reader at an event. once they get home, lilith reminds the reader who they belong to. dirty talk + use of strap + whatever you think would go well with this ;)

Ruined

You’ve been at Lilith's side for the majority of the party at the Academy, her arm around your waist, or her hand resting provocatively on your ass. She knows exactly how to get you worked up, whatever the occasion, and wherever you may be. She gives your ass cheek a firm squeeze and sends you a wink before pulling away.

“I just need to visit the ladies room. Don’t miss me too much, kitten.” She saunters off and you smirk, shaking your head as you watch the sway of her hips as she walks away.

She hasn’t even been gone a minute before you feel a warm hand at the small of your back, and you stiffen, turning your attention to the tall, dark haired man now at your side.

“I thought she was never going to let you out of her sight.” He murmurs, and you shudder when his nose brushes your cheek.

“It's a shame she has.” You quip, taking a step away from him and arching a brow as you regard him. He just laughs, gliding a single finger down your bare arm.

“You can’t say you don’t like the attention. She’s been feeling you up all night. I’ve been gasping for a turn myself.”

You grimace at his words, glaring at him. “Well, Lilith doesn’t share. And I'm not interested.” You try to turn away from him, and then he has a vice like grip on your wrist, pulling you flush against him. He grasps your hip, so tight it feels as if it'll bruise, and your stomach turns when his hot breath fans your face.

“I suggest you let go of her if you'd like to keep that hand.” You breathe a sigh of relief as you hear Lilith's voice, and he turns his head to glare at her as he reluctantly releases you, and you instantly recoil, rubbing at your aching wrist.

“You always have been greedy, Lilith. You never did like to share your toys.” He fixes you with an icy stare before he turns and storms away, and you swallow thickly as your eyes turn to Lilith, see the fury in her eyes.

“Are you alright, darling?” Her strong arm wraps around your waist, and you smile, nuzzling your nose against her cheek.

“I'm fine. Take me home, Lil.”

*

Lilith teleports you directly to the bedroom, and she fixes you with a heated gaze, lips curling into a smirk.

“I didn’t like seeing his hands on you. The only touch I want you to feel is my own.”

“I am more than okay with that. I wasn't exactly enjoying his... persistence.”

“Good. And you’re right. I don’t share.”

You can still feel the ache at your hip, your wrist, where his rough hands touched you, and you desperately need her to quell the reminders with touches of her own, and she seems to sense this as she takes a step closer to you, eyes roving your body in your tight red dress.

“Lilith...” You shiver as she reaches behind you, slowly pulls down the zipper of your dress, and you shimmy it off, letting it pool on the floor around your ankles. The dress was strapless, so you stand before her in no bra and a red lace thong, and Lilith licks her lips, eyes darkening.

“Tell me what you want, kitten.”

“You know what I want.”

Lilith removes her own dress, revealing pale skin, pert breasts in her black bra, taut, toned abdomen.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Touch me. Claim me. Fuck me.” You whisper as her nose brushes your jaw, and you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. Lilith growls and bites at your neck just below your ear with her sharp teeth, and you release a strangled moan.

“Get rid of those silly little panties and lay down for me.”

You immediately obey, spreading your legs and watching her as she retrieves the strap from her bedside drawer. You squirm when you see the size of it, the length and girth make your eyes widen, and your cunt aches with the anticipation of her stretching you, filling you.

The demoness is completely nude now, and she sways her hips as she approaches the bed, bringing a slender hand around the toy and rubbing at it, smirking as your legs part further of their own volition.

“Desperate for my cock, are you kitten?” Her voice is like velvet, tone teasing, and you bring a hand down between your legs, rubbing at your clit to quell the ache of arousal.

Lilith is on you in seconds, and she pins your hands roughly to the bed, face hovering inches from yours.

“Answer me.”

“Y-Yes. I want your cock. Please.” You whimper, and her grin is almost feral as she glides the tip of the toy between your folds, teasing at the slickness there, and you moan when it rubs against your clit.

“Tell me who you belong to.” She growls, and she enters you with two fingers without warning, curling them deep in your cunt, and you cry out, arching your back.

“I belong to you, Lilith.” You breathe, rutting your hips against her hand.

“Say it again.” She pulls her fingers out, and then slams them back into you, the heel of her hand crushing harshly against your clit, and you see stars.

“F-Fuck!” You keen beneath her as she sets a brutal pace with her fingers, panting and writhing against the sheets. “I-I'm yours. All yours!”

Lilith chuckles and pulls her fingers from you, and you relax against the sheets, chest heaving. Her slender fingers graze your lips, and you open your mouth obediently, sucking them clean of your arousal. You hum when the tips of them brush the back of your throat, gazing into blue eyes with heavy lids as you lave your tongue over her digits.

“Such a good girl.” She murmurs, and when she pulls her fingers away, you surge forwards and grip her wild mane of hair, falling back against the pillows, holding her face close to yours.

“Now, why don’t you fuck me with that cock of yours so I don’t forget.”

Lilith groans, and your lips part when you feel the tip of the toy press to your entrance, rolling your hips with anticipation. You can feel yourself dripping to the sheets, the slickness coating your inner thighs, and you gaze lasciviously into Lilith's eyes as she slowly pushes the tip into you, and then stops.

“Are you ready? I don’t plan to be gentle, my love.” Lilith smirks and bites her lip, raising her brows.

“I don't want you to be gentle. Ruin me.”

Lilith releases a shuddering breath at your words, her eyes almost black, her lids heavy.

“You might regret saying that.”

“We'll see.” You smirk, and then she thrusts roughly into you and you cry out as the toy fills you, stretches you blissfully, and it hurts, but it feels so very good as she fills you to the hilt. She gives you only seconds to adjust before she pulls out and thrusts into you again, pounds into you so hard that the headboard crashes against the wall.

“Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you baby?” Lilith breathes, and you moan as she speeds up her thrusts, pounding you relentlessly, and the sound of the headboard battering against the wall is deafening, and you find yourself thinking how glad you are that you don’t have neighbours, and not for the first time.

“F-Fuck Lilith yes!” You cry out as she squeezes your thighs hard, leaving hand prints on the soft flesh, and then she hooks her hands under your thighs, bringing your legs up to rest on her shoulders. She’s panting as she watches you intently, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, and despite the impulse to squeeze your eyes closed, you keep focused on her, her piercing blue eyes, her heaving chest, her hips thrusting into you brutally, and you know you’re going to be sore after this, look forward to the stinging between your legs, the ache that she's bound to leave you with.

The toy seems to hit deeper in the new position, and you keen and whine as her hips slap against the backs of your thighs. You’re impressed with the stamina of the woman, her pace doesn’t falter, even as sweat drips down her chest, between her breasts, glistens at her forehead amidst tousled hair.

Have I ruined you yet, little one?” Her thrusts slow to deep, deliberate thrusts, and you breath a little easier at the change of pace.

“Not even close.” You grin as she growls and pulls out of you, roughly rolling you onto your front. She grips your hips hard, pulling your ass into the air, and you gasp as she bites down on your ass cheek, sucking on the skin, and you know that will leave a pretty bruise.

Then the toy is filling you again, and her thrusts are coming rough and fast again, more erratic as she digs her nails into the flesh of your hips, and you can feel your orgasm building as she fists one hand in your hair, pulling your head up. You cry out in both pain and pleasure when she bottoms out, pushing the toy within you as deep as she can, and you squeeze your eyes shut, panting heavily.

“Come for me, princess. I know you can’t take much more.”

You can hear Lilith's smirk of satisfaction, and it takes only her reaching her hand around to press to your clit as she pounds into you to send you crashing over the edge, and you go rigid as she fucks you relentlessly, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your arms shake, and then give way beneath you, so you collapse to the pillow, burying your face there as you scream her name, knuckles whitening as you clutch at the sheets.

Her thrusts become slow, but just as rough as you quiver through the aftershocks, and she chuckles at your whine as she pulls out, and the way you fall onto your side, limp as a ragdoll. You hear a thud as she tosses the strap to the floor, and you whimper when her fingertips brush your folds.

“Your cunt looks so pretty, all red and swollen for me.” She murmurs, and when you open your eyes to look at her, she is gazing between your legs hungrily, biting her bottom lip. You roll onto your back and spread your legs, wiggling your hips teasingly, and the brunette raises a brow.

“Kiss it better?” You pout, and she laughs, but she’s already lowering herself to lay on her stomach, hot breath ghosting your inner thigh. You breath a sigh when her lips meet your heated core, and she presses a chaste kiss to your sensitive clit, and your hips buck as you release a soft moan.

“Well, someone's greedy.” She licks the length of your slit and hums against you, eyes fluttering closed. “I obviously haven’t quite ruined you yet. I'll have to see to that.” She nips at your clit and you gasp, hand grasping at her hair.

“Break me, my Queen. Please.”

Can you do a madam satan x reader smut please?

I have been working on this for a stupidly long time and I’m sorry that it has taken this long. Happy new year Anon. I hope this helps you start the year off right.

You hadn’t realised how much physical appearance effected you. If anyone had asked, you would have told them Mary Wardwell was beautiful. And then she’d appeared to you after that make over and you’d genuinely believed the breath had been stolen from you.

You’d spent so much time with Mary, going to her every time you had a question about witches and the witch trials. You thought you knew everything about her. She was your closest friend in town. You were used to the two of you sharing a meal, or going to a showing at the cinema. You hadn’t realised it, but slowly you’d fallen in love with her, so completely sometimes it hurt to think about.

You were standing behind the counter at the bookstore, leaning against the counter taking someone’s order. The door had opened, the bell jingling. You glanced up then back down, then back up again.

Mary was walking towards you, hips swaying in a skin tight dress. Painted red lips and voluminous hair, her ice blue eyes trained on you, a smirk on her lips. You felt the heart stop in your chest and the breath catch in your throat. You knew you were gaping at her.

She placed her finger under your chin, closing your mouth for you. Her skin was so warm against your skin, so soft, and you gulped. The mirth in her eyes was captivating, so at odds with what you were used to with her. You were used to sharing a quiet chuckle over a book but this was something else. This was something more.

“Can I get a milkshake?” she asked, her hand leaving your face.

“Strawberry?” you asked, already turning away to make it. You needed a moment.

You glanced over, looking for the nod you knew would come. She winked at you, walking away to one of the booths. Your heart stuttered and you had to let out a long breath. Your face was too hot and your skin was too tight. You tried to ignore the image of her hips swaying as she walked away from you. You needed a cold shower.

You walked over, carrying the cold milkshake and set it in front of her carefully. She looked up at you, smiling at you like the devil. You shifted from foot to foot.

“Trying something new, Mary?” you asked

“Yes, I thought it was time for a change,” she said, flicking her hair off her face.

“Well, it looks great, very…” you trailed off, not really sure what you were going to say. You nodded and turned on your heels, feeling as if you had fucked that up. You stopped after a step and turned back around, leaning your hip against the table. She looked up expectantly, wrapping her lips around her straw and sucking. You gulped.

“My friend sent me this book the other week and I have a few questions,” you said, “would it be alright if I came round later?”

“That would be,” she dragged her eyes down your body then back up to your face, “most acceptable.”

“Great.”

You turned back to the counter, your knees wobbly and your heart thudding loud in your ears. You tried to stop looking over to her booth. Each time you did your heart would skip a beat and you’d have to fan yourself to try and get yourself through the rest of your shift.

She waved to you when she left and you let out a long sigh. You went over to pick up the empty glass, looking at the ring of lipstick around the straw. You’d never seen her wear lipstick before. Now it was all you could think about it. You wanted to smear it.

You counted the seconds, feeling more antsy than you ever had before. You were used to looking forward to seeing Mary, but this was different. This was like you were a horny teenager again. The change of appearance shouldn’t have mattered, she was still the same old Mary, still your friend.

But there was something about her… a newfound confidence… nothing you’d seen from her before…

You liked it.

You rushed out of there the minute your shift was over, waving goodbye to Dr Cerberus. You hurried home, wanting to change out of the stupid costume you had to wear every day. You stopped to pick up the book you’d been sent, the post it notes sticking out of it haphazardly. You weren’t sure you wanted to spend the night discussing witch hunts, but if you got to spend some alone time with Mary while she looked like that, you supposed it would be worth it.

You sped towards Mary’s house on the outskirts of town. You slammed the car door closed, feeling the bite in the air. The weather was turning with the season, and looking up at the overcast sky reminded you of why you loved this time of year. You shuddered, walking up to the front door.

You knocked, waiting for your friend to answer the door. You shifted from foot to foot, your fingers tightening on the book in your hands. The door was flung open, Mary standing there, glasses in place. You smiled at her, feeling a little like you were behind the times again. She was acting the way she usually did, wary and nervous, but she was still dressed like she was earlier. It was an odd combination.

“Is this a bad time?” you asked, not wanting to bother her.

“No, come in, come in,” she said, standing back to let you in.

You stepped past her, close enough to feel the heat emanating off her body. For the first time you realised she’d changed her perfume, something earthy and sexy. You gulped again, turning in the familiar living room to watch her close the door. She slipped her glasses from her face and you froze, a deer caught in the headlights. She advanced on you, her steps like a predator about to pounce on its prey. Her hips were swaying and she was smirking and you were sure you’d never breath normally again.

“What do you have there?” she asked, her eyes darting down to your hands.

She plucking it from your grasp, flicking through the pages. You watched her, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. She scoffed, tossing it onto one of her chairs. Her eyes met yours and your fingers clenched against the empty air the book had previously occupied.

“It’s not true,” she said, her eyes so intense you thought you might get freezer burn.

“What isn’t?” you breathed.

“The Greendale 13 were not tried because of the patriarchy,” she said, “the other witches of Greendale outed them and let them take the fall.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Nothing of the sort had come up in previous discussions from her, nothing to suggest witches were real. You opened your mouth to argue but she placed her finger over your lips and you got another lung full of her perfume. The words died before they could even begin.

She stepped closer, close enough to feel all the heat radiating off her. Her eyes were darting over your face, never resting anywhere for longer than a second. Her finger had dropped back to her side.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” you said.

“What?” She sounded taken aback, as if you were not following the prearranged script.

“You look gorgeous, but you’ve always been beautiful,” you said, “if you’re doing this because of all the rest of them you don’t have to. You’ll always be beautiful.”

She grasped your face, pulling you forward. Her lips were so insistent against yours, consuming you with hellfire. You couldn’t believe this was happened, actually happening in real life. You were burning up. If the room had spontaneously combusted you wouldn’t have been surprised.

Her hands were like claws, pressing into you hard. Your hands were on her waist, feeling the silken material of her sinful dress under your fingertips. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Her hands were leaving bruises on your skin and you were gasping for breath. You felt your blood boiling beneath your skin and you thought your body might turn to ash at any moment.

She drew back, her eyes flashing. You were gasping for breath, no longer able to focus on her. She was smiling, her lipstick still perfect. You tightened your hold on her waist.

She tutted, pushing your hands off her body. You think you might have whined but you were so far gone you couldn’t be sure. She pushed you back. You stumbled a step, tripping over your own foot. Her hands landed on your shoulders, steadying you. You grasped her wrist, not sure if you were going to try to push her off you or pull her closer. Both felt like a sin.

She walked you backwards a few steps, your back thumping against the far wall. The breath fled from your lungs and you gulped. She trailed her finger down your neck. You’d never felt so hot in all your life. Her skin was so cold as she ran her thumb over your collar bone.

“Mary,” you moaned.

Her nails scraped across your skins and your head fell back against the wall. You could not get enough air into your lungs. You were dying, you were sure of it. This woman was going to kill you from sexual tension.

She pushed her body against yours, her thigh pressing between yours. You made a keening noise you would have been embarrassed about in any normal circumstance, but these wasn’t normal circumstances. She kissed you again, long and hot enough for you to burst into flames.

She pressed her thigh against your hot core and you couldn’t stop the low moan falling from your lips. She bit down on your lower lip and you could taste blood. You wouldn’t have taken her for someone who would enjoy that kind of thing but you were enjoying it.

Her fingernails dug into your skin as she brought her hand down to your breast. You arched your back into her touch as she squeezed. Your hips rutted against her leg and you could feel her grin against your lips. She pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your skin to feel the warm air of her living room.

Her fingers trailed over the exposed skin of your stomach. You shuddered, your breath catching in your throat. She tore the bra from your body, letting your breasts bounce free. Her thumb ran over one of your nipples and your head fell back on the wall with a gasp.

She pinched your nipple, hard enough to draw a hiss from you. Your hands buried in her hair, pulling her into a searing kiss. She ran her nails over your other nipple and you felt your knees tremble. The fires of hell flickered over your skin, hot enough to destroy you, delicious enough for you to want to submit to the flames.

Her hands fell to the waistband of your jeans. She popped the button open, slipping her fingers inside. Her fingers trailed over the fabric of your underwear. You shuddered. She bit down on your bottom lip again, drawing a moan from you. You could hear her chuckling. She was the devil incarnate, and you would sell your soul to her for the pleasure she brought you.

She grabbed your pants, sliding down your body until they were pushed around your ankles. You looked down at her, watching as she lifted one foot after another, pulling the material from your body. She looked up at you from under her lashes, flipping her hair off her face.

She lifted one of your legs over her shoulder and licked up your slit. Your eyes closed and you moaned, low in your throat. Her tongue was like sin, lapping at your entrance. You needed her, more than you needed air.

Her lips wrapped around your clit and you cried out, your fingers tangling in her hair once more. You couldn’t stop your hips from rolling against her mouth. Your breathing became erratic as the pressure built in your lower stomach.

Your fingers tightened in her hair, scrunched in your tight fists. Your hips were bucking against her mouth, out of time with her tongue. You needed more, your peak drawing closer. Her tongue was deliciously wicked against your folds. You were gasping and whining, no longer in control of yourself.

You cried out, your legs trembling as she sucked on your clit. You could feel the coiling pleasure in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. Your toes were curling and you felt breathless, as if you were burning up from the inside out.

The dam broke, the wave of pleasure crashing down around you. Your body went rigid as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your blood. You were only kept up by her hands pushing you against the wall.

As you came down from your high, your breathing beginning to return to normal, you looked down. Mary was smirking at you, her hair still clutched in your fist. You loosened your fingers, letting the soft strands slip through your fingers. Her nails scraped down your leg as she dropped them from her hold on you.

She stood, wiping your juices from her chin on the back of her hand. You took a shaky breath, pressing your palms against the wall to steady yourself. You still felt a little light headed.

“Wow,” you breathed.

She blinked at you, long and slow like a cat. She turned away from you, sauntering away from you. Your eyes dropped to her swaying ass and you felt your skin flush again. You bit down on your lip.

“Do you want to stay for tea?” she asked, looking at you over her shoulder.

You shuddered at the fire behind her eyes. You gulped and nodded. You bent to pick up your trousers, pulling them on. You looked around for your bra and shirt. A warm hand touched your arm. You started, having not heard Mary walk towards you. She handed you your bra and you put it back on.

She poured you a cup of tea as you sat across from her. Her fingers lingered against yours as she passed you the cup. Your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t understand the reaction to her. She was driving you crazy.

“What was that?” you asked.

“Were you not paying attention?” That fucking smirk again.

You took a drink from your cup trying to cover the blush rising in your cheeks.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you said.

She looked at you over the rim of her cup, her eyes sparkling. You looked down at the liquid in your own cup, contemplating the dark liquid within.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Mary said, breaking into your thoughts.

“Really?” you asked, looking up at her again.

She smiled in response, the same smile you’d fallen in love with over and over again. You bit your lip, putting the cup down on the table between the two of you. You held out your hand to her.

“C’mon,” you said.

She put her hand in yours, looking bemused. You pulled her up, taking a step backwards.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“To your bedroom,” you replied.

“Why?” she asked, a smirk firmly in place.

“To return the favour.”

Hey, I'm not sure how you take your requests but if its okay may I please request a Madam Spellman (or just one of them if you prefer) oneshot with a reader who is a bit touch starved but is nervous about asking for affection? Thank you 🖤

Outsider

You’ve always been a little nervous to ask Zelda and Lilith for anything since entering a relationship with them, content yourself with just accepting what they’re willing to give. The sex is great, wouldn’t change that for the world, but neither of the women are particularly... cuddly, and as of late you find yourself craving affection, craving soft touches and just being held. But you're too scared to ask, don’t want them to think of you as needy.

You know they’ve noticed that something is bothering you though, for you forget yourself at times. You find yourself resting a hand tentatively on a thigh when sat beside them, before pulling it away, as if worried they'll bat your hand away themselves. Occasionally you’ll reach out and brush a hand, wanting to hold it, entwine your fingers, and then you’ll pull away as if burned, a blush painting your cheeks, and both of the women regard you suspiciously, before meeting each other's gaze, as if they're communicating without using words. Sometimes you’ll forget, and rest your head on a shoulder, until you feel the body beneath you stiffen at the sudden weight, and you'd shift away, feeling dejected.

You lay beside them in bed one night, Zelda sat with a book nestled in her lap, and Lilith is curled beside her, looking at the book over her shoulder, head resting there. Zelda is reading aloud in a soft voice while Lilith listens, and you're supposed to be listening too, but can’t focus, even on Zelda's velvet voice. Neither of them seem to notice your trepidation, the way you're watching the both of them, curled in on yourself, feeling entirely alone for someone sharing a bed with two other women. They always seem so comfortable, just the two of them, and they had been together before you came along. You feel like an intruder at times, an outsider looking in on something you're not supposed to be seeing.

“You know you can ask us for anything, kitten, don’t you?” Lilith murmurs, although she doesn’t look at you, blue eyes still fixed on the pages in Zelda's lap. Your mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say.

“You've been acting so strangely, darling. We're worried about you.” Zelda's eyes do fix on you, and your cheeks flush, both at the intensity of her gaze and the thought of them discussing their concern for you. It makes your heart swell, instils you with some courage, that maybe the women do care for you enough to allow you what you want, what you need.

“I just-" You stop, worrying at your lip with your teeth and looking down to the covers beneath you, and you can feel the stare of both women on you now. “I know neither of you are particularly... affectionate. It's just that I am. I like to be held, the little gestures, holding hands, soft touches... I-Um.”

You swallow thickly, your cheeks heating with embarrassment, realising how stupid you must sound, and then you feel a soft grip on your chin, and Lilith tilts your head to look at her, and there is a profound affection in her gaze, a softness that relaxes you, just a little.

“You've been acting this way because you were too scared to ask for a hug? To hold hands?” You huff and pull away from her, can feel tears stinging at your eyes. This is what you were afraid of, them mocking you.

“Oh darling, I’m not making fun. But we're not really that scary, are we?” Lilith asks, raising her eyebrows as you meet her eyes again and she entwines her fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb.

“Not scary, I just- I didn’t want to ask too much of you.”

“You could never ask for too much, sweetheart. We would grant you anything.” Zelda crawls to position herself on the other side of you, book abandoned to the end of the bed, and she pulls you into her arms, and you sigh with relief, melting into her as you settle yourself in her lap, nuzzle your face into her neck. Her hair tickles your nose, but you don’t mind, it smells divine, and you inhale her scent, let it envelope you.

Lilith scoots closer and curls into Zelda's side, and she brings her hand up to your hair, combing her fingers through it, massages your scalp, and you whine against Zelda's neck, fast becoming boneless at Lilith's ministrations, and Zelda's fingertips grazing softly up and down your back, her other hand resting on your thigh, holding you tight.

“I feel as if I don’t belong sometimes,” You whisper, and Lilith's hand stills, just for a moment, and you can feel Zelda head turn slightly to look at the demoness, sharing another of their secret looks.

“You two were together first, always seem-I don’t know, closer. I feel like an outsider, like it’s the two of you and I’m just here for a little bit of fun. That’s why I was scared to ask.”

Zelda gently pushes you away so she can see your face, and your bottom lip trembles as you meet her green eyes, see the look of sadness there, her brow furrowed in concern, and the same look is on Lilith's features when you glance to her, and she strokes your cheek, sends you a soft, sad smile.

“We love you so very much, darling. I’m so sorry we made you feel that way. It's always the three of us, now. We're a team, a unit. I don’t love you any less than I love Lilith. You're both my girls. I couldn’t be without either of you.” Zelda presses a kiss to your forehead, and a tear slips down your cheek, and Lilith wipes it away tenderly.

“Zelda's right, Y/N. There's no contest. I love you both equally. I wouldn’t dream of it going back to just Zelda and I now. You complete us. The missing piece.” Lilith leans forward and kisses you softly then, and you sigh against her, parting your lips as her tongue flicks at the seam of them. When she pulls away, you look up to Zelda, and she does the same, the kiss gentle and tender, a caress to your lips as her arms wrap tighter around your waist.

You're breathless when you part, and Lilith's hand grazes up your bare thigh, sliding beneath your nightdress, and she looks to Zelda and smirks.

“How about we show our girl just how much we love and appreciate her, hm Zelds?”

Zelda chuckles and nips at your earlobe, and you bite your lip, letting your eyes drift shut.

“I think that's a marvellous idea. We're going to worship you, little one.”

You let them lower you to the bed, allow yourself to succumb to the gentle kisses peppering your body as they strip you, feeling boneless, light headed, as if you're floating as hands caress at your skin, both women whispering sweet words of love, praising you, worshipping you, devouring you. They make you feel desired, wanted, and loved, and when the two women have taken turns coaxing you over the edge several times, you fall asleep entwined with the both of them, legs tangled, hands squeezing yours, and you feel safe in their arms.

Hello I often check your blog for new story. Can I get own where Missy take care of sick human reader ? Might get my bloody mood better 💙

    Hey!! Thank you so much for checking my blog and caring for my stories. It means the world for me to know personally that someone is reading and liking my messy stuff. Also, of course you can get it! I’m here to please, baby. Actually, you saved me a little bit because I was kinda lost about what to do next, and now I already have the plot in mind, so in a few days it should be out.     I sincerely hope that your mood gets better, if you need to talk with anyone about anything, I’m here, I’m not that wise but people usually say I’m a good listener, and remember, no matter what happened or what's happening, it’s going to get better, I’m sure you can get over it.     Thank you so much for your attention and your request once again, hope to see you again soon.

For WIP Wednesday: what about the Doctor (13) and reader/Missy are on an adventure and the Doc gets all dizzy and faints

Screaming a little because no one’s asked me for this throuple yet, even when I’ve hinted, even when all of NSMP exists, and I am honestly so thrilled--

“Oop—timber.”

At Missy’s nonchalant announcement, your head whipped around.

The Doctor was wobbling on her feet, her hands pressed to her stomach. Just two minutes ago, she’d been chattering on about the foliage, thrilled to bits that the three of you were exploring one of her and Missy’s old haunts. Porthos Ten. The Doctor had been riding the nostalgia train surprisingly hard, and even more surprisingly, Missy was letting her. You were thrilled, honestly, grinning as the Doctor led the trek, dropping your and Missy’s hands whenever the urge to get hands-on with the planet struck. Some strange neon berries that she insisted were old favorites had been especially distracting. Missy had been regaling you with old stories too, all full of begrudging tenderness, when she’d interrupted herself.

You jolted forward, barely managing to catch the Doctor as she collapsed. You hoisted the her up under her armpits, shooting Missy a panicked look over her head. “What—what’s happening? Is she all right?”

“Oh, she’s just having a moment. Being a drama queen. She does that, you know.” Missy’s sigh jumped octaves. You stared at her as she picked at her nails. “Notoriously self-absorbed, frankly shit sense of dramatic timing. Always has had.”

“Okay, wow. So we’re going to have a conversation about projecting later,” you began, ignoring Missy’s scoff. As you spoke, the Doctor’s head lolled to the side, her blonde hair fanning across her face.

She was totally dead weight in your arms.

Missy dispassionately watched you struggle to support your mutually significant other. “Yes, yes, all right,” she huffed. You stumbled, your grip on the Doctor unsteady. “So maybe she’s gone and gotten herself poisoned. Can’t blame me for being skeptical.”  

You grunted. The Doctor was sliding out of your arms, and you were sinking down with her. “Help me, Miss—help, help, help.”

She didn’t.

Missy peered down at you. You were crumpled beneath the still-unconscious Doctor, your arms still desperately wrapped around her middle. The light breaking through the heavy canopy surrounded Missy with a flickering halo, like a beautiful, picturesque asshole. “I don’t mean to belittle your species, precious,” she began, “at least not whilst we’re three out courting. But you have to admit that your upper body strength is objectively laughable.”

You squirmed out from under the Doctor, scrambling to her side. You checked her pulse and realized you had no idea what it should sound like. But you did know she had one. 

“I suppose we should get her back to the TARDIS.” Hands on her hips, Missy glanced over the Doctor’s fallen form. “Heads or tails, kitten?”

“Missy! Seriously?”

“What? It’s a defense mechanism. I’m absolutely beside myself with worry.” Missy positioned herself at the Doctor’s front, indicating for you to lift her legs. “Right, I’ll take heads. Her inflated sense of self-worth makes her a bit heavier round the top.”

---

The Doctor’s eyes opened, slowly, blinking to adjust to the room’s lights.

When her vision finally focused, it was on Missy’s grin hovering above her. First like a Cheshire Cat, floating in a blur, then Missy’s bright blue eyes--crinkled with relief--and her other sharp features filling in. “Oh! Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” Missy greeted her. “You’ve been asleep for a thousand years. Everyone you know is dead.”

Groggy, the Doctor shook her head. “I—what?”

“Did she wake up?” The Doctor perked up at your voice, which trickled in from the hall—anxious and getting closer. “Is she okay?”

Missy squinted at her. “Mm. Looks functionally braindead to me,” she called back.

The Med-Bay. She was in the Med-Bay. Beginning to settle into her surroundings, the afternoon’s events pounding at her temples, the Doctor slowly grinned up at the other Time Lady. “Missy... Did you save my life?”

“No, you made your own antidote while you were unconscious,” Missy replied. She propped her chin up on the bed’s headboard. “Y/N and I played cards.”

The Doctor kept smiling. “Admit it. That’s your concerned face, you were concerned for me.”

“I never admit anything.” Missy pressed a kiss into the Doctor’s temple. “But don’t do that again. Idiot.”

You appeared in the doorway. “Oh, thank god,” you breathed, seeing the Doctor beginning to sit up. You rushed to the bed, one of your hands moving to cup her face, the other knotting into Missy’s jacket sleeve instinctively. You kissed the lipstick mark on the Doctor’s temple. “I was so worried. Do you feel all right, babe? Is your stomach okay? How’s your head feel?” Relief and frustration suddenly exploded in you as the Doctor watched you both fondly, her brown eyes warm and still a little sleepy. “Why do you just put random shit into your mouth?” you demanded.

Missy’s cackle filled the Med-Bay to the brim.

Notes: I secretly want to write this trio pairing all the time. Just so y’all know. 

Thank you for the prompt anon!! 💕

Hi!! So, I love reading your fics. Could you write something about a pregnant!reader x D!Master or something about reader x Missy who have to take care of a baby and end up talking about having a baby one day (I don't know maybe I sound stupid lol) Greetings from Italy btw 😘😘

Our Own

Missy X Reader

Summary: After babysitting your niece for a day, you and Missy have an important discussion about your own future together.

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm open to doing a follow up fic to this, or one to "Positive" (which I wrote a few days ago) to do with the reader telling the Master she's pregnant etc. Let me know what you think! Also, greeting from scotland!

"What is that?"

Missy's frozen in her TARDIS doorway, staring at the baby in your arms, eyes wide. It's about 10pm, and you've caught her at one of her quieter hours. Her hair is loose, the way you love it, tumbling down her back in a mess of curls. She's dressed down (well, as dressed down as the Mistress can get), her jacket gone and top few buttons undone.

"It's a baby." You state obviously.

"A human one?"

"Take a guess."

"Is it yours?"

"No!" You reply incredulously. "It's my sister's! She had an emergency and I need to babysit Ava."

"Why have you brought Ava to me?" She demands.

"I'm not looking after her on my own!" You tell her, pushing past into her TARDIS. Ava gurgles as you look for somewhere to set her down.

"I don't see why you have to involve me," Missy continues to complain, following you inside. "Do you think your sister would want me here if she knew how many people I'd murder- not on my bloody console!"

She goes to grab the baby from where you'd set her down on the console, but you bat her away.

"She likes the telepathic circuts - look!" You say, and Missy growls. Ava was indeed seemingly infatuated with the jelly and glowing of the telepathic circuts.

"She better not accidentally fly us to a ToysRus or something." Missy grumbles, going around to the otherside to fiddle with some levers, and you roll your eyes. "How long do we have to keep it for?"

"Just til tomorrow." You can't elaborate anymore, before you're cut off by a scream. Missy practically jumps out of her skin, and you rush to pick Ava up and try to shush her.

"Y/N, I am going to kill you for this!"

---

As it turned out, Missy was rather good with kids. The three of you end up in her library, and by morning, Ava's asleep on Missy's chest. Missy herself is curled up on the sofa, dozing in and out of sleep. You put down your book and walk over to her, and she stirs.

"We need to get going soon," You tell her softly as her eyes blink open. "My sister's expecting her back by 9."

Missy hums, shifting slightly. Your hand goes to her cheek, and then threading through her hair. She leans into your touch drowsily. You loved her when she was like this.

"Why did we never have a kid?" She mumbles, and you tense slightly. The question wasn't one you'd even considered, at least never seriously. No matter how long you'd been with Missy, introducing a child into this lifestyle wasn't the most ideal.

"You had a kid," You reason. "Your daughter on Gallifrey."

"No, not her," Missy scrunches her nose. Even half asleep, her daughter was still a sore point. "Why didn't we?"

You shrug. "Never really thought about it, Mis."

"Would you want a child. With me?" She asks, and she's properly awake now, blue eyes staring up at you.

"If I wanted to have a child with anyone, it would be you." You reply seriously.

She smiles, but then regret flashes in her eyes. "We should have had one the last time I was a man."

"I don't think either of us were in the right head space for that at the time," You chuckles and she smirks back. "Are timelords and humans even compatible?"

"We can work it out," She yawns and sits up, Ava still safe in her arms. "We can talk about it again next time I'm a man."

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah."

Ava lets out a cry and Missy groans.

"Take her. I don't like her when she cries."

"You know if we have a kid, you're going to have to deal with it crying, right?"

"Hopefully I'll regenerate deaf."

You give her a tiresome look, before turning back to the baby in your arms. In a few years you might have one of your own, but right now you had this to deal with.

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