#doctor who 10th doctor smut

[darlingsfandom]

Hey! I love your writing ♡ I don't know if you write cock-warming, but if you do, could you write one with the 10th doctor? Many thanks!

Hi! Thank you💕 I do write that!

TW: cock warming, swearing, not proofread.

“I’m sorry … ya said what now ?” The doctor stood in shock as you stood there with your hands folded together in front of you while biting your bottom lip.

“I said… I’d like to cockwarm you.” You repeated but some form out doubt entered your mind for a second. Should you have said it? Did you say it’s weird ? Should you run away now?

“I heard you I’m just trying to understand what it is that you’re wanting to do? Is this a new thing?” The doctor scratched his head before putting the puzzle pieces together of what you said. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. “OOOH!l he pointed his finger at you which made you giggle because you seen the light flicker on in the realization light bulb he had on.

The two of you stood in silence before you moved forward to place your warm hands on his chest. The Doctor arched his eyebrow at you while you dragged your fingers down his shirt until you reached his belt. It filled you with excitement knowing he’d give you what you wanted because after all you are his companion , his longest companion to date! You played with the zipper on his pants before finally letting his pants drop to his ankles.

“My my doctor , always full of surprises aren’t we?” You curled your lip into a smirk as he gulped. He watched as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and tossed in across the room.

“You haven’t any clothes on under that!” It was almost like he’d never seen a naked woman before at least he wanted you to think that.

“Oh! You’ve caught me.” A chuckle left your lips.

The doctor grabbed your hands and pulled you close. Skin to skin, warmth radiating off of each other , hearts beating loud, it was all you’ve imagined since you met him years ago. Your hand cupped his cheek while he grabbed your cheek and ran his thumb slowly across your face back and forth while keeping eye contact with you. It felt comforting.

“Let’s try this cockwarming now yeah?” He sat down , patted his lap and watched intently as you swayed your hips in a teasing way until you straddled his lap, grabbed his cock with soft hands to help guide the head between your folds and but his lip as you sank down on it.

“OH FUCK!” The sting you felt was painful at first since you had never been this close to him. The two of you had shared some kisses, a few handsy make out sessions and he did grab your ass once when the TARDIS was shaking a little too hard, but the fact he held onto it longer than he should’ve had you asking questions. The Doctor made a face you’ve seen before, a face of pleasure but this time it was more intense.

“I must say… this is a nice feeling.” He ran his hand over your back in a loving manner .

“I knew you’d like it.” Your lips crashed into his making him grip your arms before pulling away. His pupils were blown, mouth hung open, if you weren’t cockwarming him you’d swear he’d just cum in that moment .

“Now what happens?” He asked.

“You carry on doing what you were doing and I sit here keeping your cock warm!” You grinned ear to ear. The Doctor nodded in agreement as if he understood. He grabbed the book he had been reading and you laid your head against his shoulder. No a word was spoken between you two for at least twenty minutes but just having this closeness made you tingle which made you clench around his cock. When you clenched he’d try his best not to react but he’d let out a fake cough to hide his moan.

“Doctor?” You peeped.

He looked down at you with hungry eyes. “Yes?”

“I need more !” You sat up straight holding his shoulders and before he could even set his book down you found yourself slowly bouncing up and down on his stiff cock. He threw his head back in pleasure as you picked up the speed. He wasn’t use to this but it scratched that itch he couldn’t reach until he met you.

“Take it , it’s yours.” He was mindlessly blabbering now , not that he doesn’t do that already but this time it was because you were riding him in a way that made his brain short circuit. Your hands stayed flat on his chest as you rode his cock harder. Loud moans escaped your lips as you rode him. His cock was hitting that sweet spot that only your toys have reached before, it made you crazy how good his cock felt.

“Mine, all mine.” You whined before leaning down to kiss him. His hands gripped onto your hips tightly helping guide you along his cock. He always heard of porn but seeing you so flushed, so weak, panting like a bitch in heat! He’d never have the need for porn in form again. You were his porn star!

“Oh? All yours. Yes!” He hissed as the build up inside of him was on the edge. It had been a long time since he did anything like this. You were a dream come true.

“Doctor! I’m so close.” Your own build up was on the edge as well. The two of you looked each other in the eyes as you rode him as hard as you could making you whine in pleasure. “Oh oh Oh! Fuck! Doctor!” Your orgasm rushed over you making you shake in his arms as he took over to thrust up into but not for long because his own orgasm shot into you making you feel full.

Both of you cried in pleasure as each of you came down from the high of the orgasm. It was a line you thought you’d never cross with him but you did and you’re glad you did! The way he held you tightly and kissed your head as the two of you laid still made you feel a different type of warm, a warm you’ve always dreamed of experiencing but so did he! He wanted to feel a real connection with someone and he found that in you.

[shuichiakainx]

Matt is too adorable in this photo 🥺🧡

[elletheactualmenace]

Amazing

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Fem!reader

Summary: Uhh…No plot smut…?

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, light hearted teasing, tit!play, fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: @abbygraceasd Im done!! Thanks for the request! Also first time smut writer so, uh, sorry if it’s horrible😭 Also, also The Doctor might be a little ooc. Anyways enjoy!

“You are amazing,” the Doctor mumbles against your lips. He leans his body closer to yours, stopping you from escaping his touch.

Your body is squished between The Doctor and your bedroom door. But, you aren’t mad at the situation you have found yourself in. In fact you're happy, as the Doctor moves the hand against the door to trail up and down your clothed body. 

You could stay like this forever, you think as your arms wrap around his coat to the back of his neck to grasp at the hairs there. He groans as you tug.

“How was I amazing?” You tease trying to get him riled up more. He leans back slightly smirking at the question.

“You were bold, and brave and you looked so sexy in that outfit you picked out.” He leans in kissing your neck, leaving wet patches on your skin. “And don’t get me started on the touchiness. You knew what you were doing.”

You chuckle out, amused.

“Oh? And what was that?” You ask running your fingers through his brown hair. He hums as he pulls away from a kiss to your shoulder. “You wanted to get me in here.” He pauses, not sure if he should say what he's thinking. 

“In you,” He finally whispers, but the second you smirk at his shyness he regrets his tone of voice.

“You’re not wrong,” You purse your lips waiting for his next move. He looks down at you for a moment, taking in your face and the parts of your body he can see at this angle. Oh, how he wants to see you under him, begging for him to cum inside you, to make a mess of you.

The Doctor can feel his already tight pants tighten. He squeezes his eyes shut as he takes a deep breath trying to calm down and take it slow. Just how he knows you like it.

“Okay, enough talking,” He decides and bends down to pick you up into his arms. You let out a gasp of amusement as he pulls you into a heated kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to your shared bed.

“Sometimes I forget that you are strong.” You smile into the kiss. The comment causes him to pull back and give you a very offended look. You quickly apologize with a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll have you know that I am a lot tougher than any bodybuilder you can find on Earth.” The Doctor sticks his head up high with pride. “And,” He adds, “I don’t want to hear it from you, you didn’t lift a finger when I asked for help fixing the console,” He's not actually annoyed, he's just messing with you. You know because of the way he rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“Please! It was 4 am and we had been up all night because of you,” The Doctor feels his cheeks heat up at the memory. You couldn’t handle another round, but the Doctor still had loads or energy to get out. So he went to fiddle with the console, and you refused to get up from bed. So, It was a fair point on your part.

“Right…” He says with a grumpy pout. You smirk again.

“That’s what I thought-“ He cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, letting his tongue run along your bottom lip before diving in. His tongue rolls against yours and he can taste the gum you were chewing earlier. He hums, almost moans, into your mouth as he runs his tongue along every inch of your mouth he can reach.

Your legs tighten around him. You tug on his coat attempting to get it off. And then suddenly you’re dropped onto your soft mattress, gasping for air.

Before the Doctor does anything more, he lets his coat fall to the floor. He loosens his tie, and unbuttons and pulls off his suit jacket and shirt, leaving his tie on.

Your eyes trail over his body slowly, making sure he knows you're doing it. You bite back a groan as his hands brush the bare skin on your hips. He pulls down your pants leaving you in your panties, they are tardis blue and the Doctor smirks. You roll your eyes pulling him by his tie against your lips.

This kiss is soft, slow, and you can really feel the tingle of his warm lips. It makes your stomach tighten in excitement. You can feel the build up of wet heat in your blue panties. 

Lord how you want him right here right now.

“Take these off,” you mummer against him, pulling at his trousers. But the Doctor shakes his head pulling away from your reach.

“Oh, no no no,” The Doctor tuts, “I'm in charge here,” his eyes get dark with want and need. The look in his chocolate eyes makes your breath hitch. He leans in again, but this time targeting your thighs.

His mouth meets your soft skin, and he begins sucking gently, looking up at you through his lashes. He runs his hands up and under your shirt, making you squeak at his cold touch. His hands make their way up to your covered breasts. He kneads your chest with his large hands, and you finally throw your head back when you feel his wet tongue press against the fabric of your panties. The only thing separating his needy drooling mouth from your hot wet cunt is a thin piece of fabric.

“Take your top off.” The Doctor demands with a whisper. You comply ripping off your top and throwing it to the floor. The Doctor looks up with lustful eyes.

“Bra too.” You roll your eyes at him as you reach back to unclip it.

“Good.” He smirks.

The Doctor moves to grab hold of the edge of your painties with his teeth. Once he knows his grip is firm he pulls them down. He uses only teeth to pull your underwear all the way down to your feet.

You laugh at his idiotic antics and when he successfully throws your panties to the floor he smiles too.

The Doctor crawls back up your body, and stops when he meets face to face with your bare cunt.

“You look so fucking pretty right now.” You breathlessly whisper as his breath feathers over your slit.

“Mmm” He hums taking in your alluring scent. “But not as pretty as you,” he loops his arm around your thigh giving each a kiss before pulling you flush against his awaiting mouth.

The Doctor moves quickly, spreading your arousal with his tongue. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel his lips wrap around your clit, leaving just enough room for his tongue to poke out between his lips and swirl around your clitt.

You fight a groan as his lips suck and his tongue circles. Your body quivers and the Doctor has to use the arms around your thighs to keep you down. 

He moves back down to your opening and sticks his tongue in as far as he can get it to go. A growl bubbles up in his throat at the way you squeeze around him. The slurping noises further fuel The Doctor. He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without being balls deep in your drenched hole.

He laps at your cunt a while longer before he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the excess mess on his chin. All while keeping eye contact with you. It makes your head spin, and you haven't even cum yet.

“Think you're ready for me?” The Doctor asks as he climbs up your body making sure to eye your perky nipples longer then he should.

You only whine and nod in response. The Doctor smiles leaning in to peck your soft lips.

“Say it,” He insists nipping at your neck. “Out loud,” He sighs as he feels your hands run through his hair, the gesture making him lean into your touch with a soft noise of content.

“Y-yeah ‘m ready,” You whisper just loud enough for him to pick up. He smiles, and then pries your mouth open with his tongue. Once he's in, your tongues glide against each other. Moving as softly and swiftly as silk.

The Doctor groans as he pulls back and says, “Good,” with a smirk. He then dips his long fingers into you, where just a few moments ago his mouth was. He streches your tight cunt, trying to loosen you up before he shoves himself in you.

You can feel his bulge against your leg, and you swear on every dalek you ever have and ever will come across that you can feel it growing. You whimper and reach down to undo his pants, desperate for the agonizingly sweet stretch of his cock in you. 

“Okay darling,” He chuckles out at your eagerness. “Im working on it,” He tugs his pants down and with them his boxer briefs. His cock springs up, hitting his stomach in excitement.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you ramble out quickly in an attempt to get him faster.

“You need to calm down, or I won’t fuck you.” The Doctor threatens. “And I know how much you want me to.” He whispers the last part in your ear making your checks burn in embarrassment. But, you nod stilling your body, and even through your embarrassment you look up at him with desperate eyes. 

The Doctor moves to line up with your entrance and you hold your breath, waiting. As his tip sinks in you. The Doctor lets out a gasp he didn’t know he had in him. And then slowly the rest of his hard cock. 

The stretch stings, but it feels so good at the same time. And it is addicting. It’s like fire, so beautiful and welcoming yet it can be lethal if not used with precaution. But oh, how you wanted to swim in the fire. You both slot together like two pieces of a puzzle. So snug, so warm, and so perfect. You never want to leave, even if you end up burning yourself.

“What did I say? Amazing.” The Doctor moans out shuddering at the tight squeeze. You have limited vocabulary at the moment, but you manage to squeak out, “Another to add to-'' You get caught off guard when he pulls out of you almost fully before slamming right back into you. “T-the list, oh fu-fuck,” You studder out, finishing the thought he cut off.

He pulled out again this time faster, and he didn’t wait for as long before pushing in once again. The squelching sounds leave you a babbling mess. You're at The Doctors will. And he knows it just as much as you.

“Please, faster,” You say and The Doctor doesn’t falter in his response, “Why? Do you want me to fill you nice and full with my babies?” He asks, quickening his pace, per your request. You whimper at the idea of bearing his kids. You would be so swollen and full, and he would baby you, fuss about you. 

The Doctor's own words fuel his need for you even more than he thought possible. He would love to see your stomach swollen and huge with his heir. He would love to suck on your squishy, fat, breast as he fingers you. He would love to take care of you with his mouth, to help rest your aching body.

“Yes,” You spurt out, “Please,” You choke on your saliva as you watch his body move with yours. The bead of sweat on his forehead. The way his eyebrows scrunch with every movement he makes. His hips hitting yours with enough force to break the bed if he isn’t careful.

You grab hold of his swinging tie tugging it, bringing him lips to meet yours in a passionate, loving kiss. The stretch of his dick in you leaves you whimpering and whining into his mouth.

“Mhhhm,” you moan, you try to move your hand down to your clit. Needing the extra bit of stimulation to get to the beautiful edge sooner. Before you can reach in between the two of you The Doctor snatches your hand, pulling away from your lips.

“Oh, you really are greedy,” he tuts keeping his pace. “Tell me what you want and then I might give it to you.” The Doctor's hand reaches to grope your breast and flick your nipple as he continues to push in and out of you mercilessly.

You whimper and squirm as your eyes water. Your body tingles so close yet so far from where you want to be. 

“Please-,” you whine, grasping at his bare shoulders. 

“Just make me c-cum,” you babble out quietly. Desperate. Needy.

“How?” The Doctor teases, making you groan in annoyance and pleasure. When you don’t respond, he stops his thrusting completely. 

“W-why did you-“ 

“Use your words or I’ll stop.” He growled out, with his eyes glaring at you. You breathe heavily blinking to get your thoughts straight. The look on his face telling you this was just as hard for him as it is for you.

“Use your fingers,” you pause as he runs his finger against your perched nipple. He raised a brow waiting for you to continue. “On my cli-“

You don’t even have to finish the sentence before he begins pounding you, faster this time. He kiss you cheeks sloppily and whispers into your ear,

“As you wish,” he moves his hand down to your clit, wetting the tips of his fingers with your slick. He runs his fingers up to your swollen, awaiting bud. 

He twirls his fingers as his cock stretches you open. He pinches your clit and pounds your cunt, and you swear you can see stars.

“You're perfect.” The Doctor states breathlessly. “So beautiful, so tight and so perfect.” Your hips thrust up to meet him as his words. His voice and body are a song you can’t stop yourself from turning up.

“I'm going to fill you up so beautifully,” he moans out quietly, his heavy balls slapping your ass.

“Fuck-“ you cry, so near your peak. His thrust only gets faster with the sounds you make. His fingers move in quicker circles. The tingle of finishing so close.

“Go on,” he prompts, dipping his head down to suck on your neck. “Cum, for me.” 

His words are the final push into the pulsing pleasure. Your body shakes and twitches as he pounds you through your high. He moans softly as you pulse so tightly around him.

“Oh,” he moans, shuddering, “right there,” he grunts not far behind.

You can feel his hips falter and his pace slow. He moans so loud and so beautiful, it carries your high on longer than you thought possible. 

“Doctor,” You moan into his ear.

“Milk me sweetheart,” he groans as his hips thrust slower than before. His cum spurts into you, the warmth making you whimper for the hundredth time. You pull rope after rope after rope from his cock.

“So good, so fucking goo-“ he cuts himself off with a soft moan of your name as his eyes roll back. The Doctor's breathing gets jagged as your high turns into a fading buzz. 

You feel him come to a slow stop on his wobbly arms. His softened cock slowly pulls out of you. You both hiss as the loss or closeness, and The Doctor finally collapses onto the bed, right next to you. Your naked bodies pull the other one close.

You sigh, contently into his hair. His face squished against your boobs, just how he loves it. He chuckles as he helps you pull the blankets up and over your bodies. 

“You're right,” He comments, his breathing slowing down. You don’t respond for a moment, trying to think of what he means.

“Well of course I am,” you scoff softly. “But, just for the sake of the conversation, what am I right about?”

“There is one more thing to add to the list,” he replies simply, nuzzling into your chest.

“What?” You joke, “Being a good fuck?”

“No,” he says slightly taken aback, but the slight smile gives his true intentions away.

“Being a good wife.” He states calmly.

You chuckle and place a kiss on his messy head of hair.

[ophelia-writes-fics]

i love everything you do [10th doctor x reader - 18+]

It had all started off innocently enough...

Tags: fem!reader, smut, romantic smut, fluff, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), praise, lots of praise, the doctor has a praise kink, mild hair pulling (it's 10, i had to), a little bit of gentle biting, bed sharing

Word Count: ~1.4k

CWs/TWs: none, this is super fluffy and sweet :)

It had started off innocently enough. You and the Doctor had been flirting all day. Teasing banter, quick glances, hands brushing every now and again — nothing you hadn’t done a million times before.

The day had been miraculously tranquil. You’d gone and explored the ice caves on some distant planet with a name you couldn’t pronounce, and you two had shared a kiss as you watched the two suns set and the three moons rise over the horizon before climbing back into the TARDIS. 

Somehow, all the flirting and long conversations had escalated, much like they had on several occasions before, and you had ended up bent over the ship’s console with the Doctor’s hands tangled in your hair, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind. 

He pulled your hair, making you whine and arch your back into him, desperate for more. 

“Oh, there’s my girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? You’ve practically been begging for it all day, it’s adorable. Although, to be fair…” He snapped his hips forward, one hand moving down to grasp your waist. “You’re not the only one. I’ve been waiting for this for ages.”

You exhaled a laugh followed by a breathy moan. “Oh, c-come on, we did this last night, didn’t we? I haven’t — fuck! — kept you waiting that long, have I?” 

“Well, I suppose not, no,” he responded, sounding almost nonchalant despite being buried as deep in your cunt as he could possibly get. The hand that was clutching your waist wandered upward to toy with your breast. He groaned softly, his pace quickening. “Still, feels like ages when I’ve been waiting all day to have you like this again,” he sighed, pulling you closer so that your back was pressed against his torso, wrapping his arms around you and gently kissing your neck. 

“Such a romantic,” you teased. 

“Mmm, you like it when I get all romantic with you, though, don’t you?” It was a question he knew the answer to well, especially as you practically melted in his arms at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear. 

You craned your neck, trying to get close enough to kiss him the way you wanted to, but before you could, he quickly pulled out, turned you to face him, and thrust back into you before you could protest. You gazed up at him, eyes practically heart-shaped with adoration. 

“Kiss me,” you murmured, leaning upwards a bit. 

He met you halfway, his soft lips colliding with yours. You choked out a moan as his tongue brushed against your lips, then against your own tongue as you opened your mouth into the kiss, desperate for more of him. He ran his fingers through your hair, hand coming to rest on the side of your face as he kissed you and kissed you for what felt like an eternity, still fucking into you as deep as he could with every thrust.

Your orgasm hit you before you even realized you were close, and you broke the kiss with a gasp, wrapping your arms around his slender shoulders and holding him close. He watched you as you came, drinking in every detail of your face, your voice, the way you moved. He grinned when you looked back at him, that same charming smile that had made you fall head over heels in the first place. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing down to give you time to rest as your orgasm subsided. 

You turned your gaze away, feeling suddenly shy despite your intimate position. “Shut up,” you muttered, smiling, trying to hide the way your face flushed at the praise from him. 

He took your chin in his hand, turning you back towards him. “Never,” he grinned, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. 

You sighed blissfully and leaned into him. “Want to keep going?” 

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much, will it?” 

“I’m not going to break, Doctor. I can take it.” 

“Well, then, if you insist…” He gave you a quick kiss on the nose before pulling out halfway, then slowly starting up his thorough pace again. 

He gasped as you tightened around him, tilting his head back slightly, and you took the opportunity to lean in, running your teeth over a sensitive spot just beneath his jawline. 

You knew every inch of him at this point, but you could never get tired of this - having him deep inside you, body pressed close to yours, your arms around each other. You could never get enough. 

You ran a hand through his hair, tilting your face upward towards his ear to whisper to him. 

“You’re always so good for me, Doctor.” 

Your words immediately had the effect you wanted. He bit his bottom lip, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a groan. 

“God, don’t say that, you’ll make me cum straightaway,” he panted. 

“Why not?” you teased, your nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck, just how he liked it. “You don’t wanna cum? You don’t like hearing how good you are for me? How wonderful you feel inside me? How no one else has ever made me cum as hard as you do, my beautiful, brilliant Doctor?” 

His mouth dropped open with a moan, hands tightening on your waist. “Oh, fuck, please…” he gasped, followed quickly by a whine of your name when you nipped at his earlobe. You could tell he was close, and you could feel your own orgasm building as he fucked you with reverence, his hands still moving restlessly, caressing and clutching at every part of you he could reach. 

“Doctor,” you panted. “I’m close. I want you to cum with me, darling, can you...?” 

He nodded vigorously, too drunk on your praise to catch his breath and answer. One hand moved between the two of you to rub against your clit, the other wrapped around your back, holding you as tightly as he could. His eyes were half-lidded, thoroughly mesmerized at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. 

You tugged at his hair, desperate to see his face. His gaze immediately met yours, and anything you were about to say left your mind. 

He was a sight to behold like this, with his hair ruffled from your grasp, his eyes wide and dark with lust, his lips parted and flushed pink from kissing you over and over. The look in his eyes, however, was what made you fall silent. You’d never seen such a lovestruck look on anyone, alien or human, and it made you feel so vulnerable. 

A tidal wave of emotion swelled in your chest as your orgasm hit you, the overwhelming tenderness of the feeling making you tear up.

You clung to him as you came, burying your face in the crook of his neck, an endless stream of "I love you, I love you, I love you" falling from your lips over and over again. He came inside you seconds later, his hands buried in your hair, holding you close, keeping you safe. You saw stars, mind blissfully drifting away into the clouds.

As you both came down from your high, your exhaustion suddenly hit you, your body going limp in his arms. 

“You alright, love?” he murmured, gently rubbing your back. 

You nodded against his chest, eyes closed, the pleasure still overwhelming you. 

“You want me to take you to bed?” 

Again, you nodded, and he gently picked you up, carrying you through the halls of the TARDIS to your bedroom. 

He laid you down softly on your shared bed, tucking you under the blankets before crawling into bed himself. He cradled you close, his tall frame against yours, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” you murmured sleepily, giving him a warm smile. “You’re so good, Doctor. You really, really are.”

He smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Oh, darling, you're wonderful," he sighed.

“Will you stay here? I know you don’t sleep much…” 

“Of course I will, darling,” he whispered, wrapping your hands in his. “I’ll be right here in the morning, hmm? Now let’s get some sleep. We’ve got another day of adventure tomorrow.”

You certainly did. 

A/N: sorry this took forever!!! i promise i'll be more consistent now that the holidays are over :) i'll have some alec smut and/or fluff coming out in the next day or so, but until then, i hope you enjoy this fic! any and all feedback is welcome, and requests are still open, so feel free to like/rb/comment/follow/send in asks/whatever you like! love you all, and thanks again for your patience!

[gracesimp]

Say It

tenth doctor x fem!reader

Warnings: smut. praise, edging, dom!doctor.

MINORS DNI

First time ever writing smut. oh god.

Summary: After feeling insecure about her body, (previous chubby!reader, but can be read by non-chubby reader I think), the Doctor shows Y/n just how much he loves it.

"Say it." He commands, voice thick. Y/n's mouth stays open as she looks up to the ceiling, her thick thighs wrapped around the Doctor as he thrusts into her pussy. "Now."

"I-I can't." She manages to cry out, eyes closing tightly as the knot in her belly tightens. The Doctor growls, digging his nails into her hips, the mixture of the spark of pain and pure pleasure making her clench around him.

"Be a good girl and say it." He grunts as his hips thrust harder and faster. Y/n moans loudly as he brushes against her clit with every push. The noise is probably enough to wake Rose from down the corridor, but if anything, that just motivates the Doctor more.

"Please, I-" She's on the verge of coming, and he knows, so he slows down.

"Say it!" He yells, his hips slowing to an almost stop, causing a whine of desperation and protest to leave Y/n's lips. "If you don't say it, I won't let you cum."

"Oh, my-" Y/n whimpers, her face heating as she shyly avoids his eyes. He removes one hand from her hip and forcefully turns her head to meet his.

"I'll stop." He threatens.

In an act of desperation as the feeling begins to dissipate with his halted movements, Y/n quickly mutters the words he had been demanding of her since the beginning. Since he kissed her neck, then her belly, then her thighs. When he mumbled while sucking her clit, to now as he demands her to say it as he pushes into her so deep. "I'm perfect."

To taunt her further, he leans down, still refusing to move his hips as his cock was buried in her soaking sex. "Couldn't hear you."

"I'm perfect!" She screams. Begs. He smirks, finally satisfied as he begins to move again, causing a gasp to leave both of their lips.

"That's it," He praises softly, giving her a quick kiss before resuming to his vigorous thrusting. "such a good girl. Well done, my angel. And you know what happens to good girls, don't you?" He teases, their skin slapping and headboard banging filling the room. "They get rewarded."

With that, he uses his fingers to rub her clit as he fucks her. She moans loudly, tits bouncing with every hard plunge of his cock deep into her. "Cum for me, angel." He whispers, the feeling of her clenching around him urging him to his own release. "Fuck, angel, cum for me, you can do it."

[inlovedavid-tennant]

I keep seeing these doctor who smuts and the the doctors in control Nuh uh 😤😤

(Based off of David Tennant characters cause he’s my pookie bear)

I imagine him crying in his pleasure, cause he’s a virgin duhh yeah he’s snogged all the girls but nothing else

Your defo riding him the first time I can tell, he’s so cute when he’s under you, his big dumb doe eyes looking up at you

‘Please…lemme touch’

You’ve got his hands pinned above his head, rocking back and forth, he moans like a bitch even though he’s all hard

When you let him touch you he doesn’t waste a minute….

Want me to continue???? 👀👀👀

[tardisblueten]

Desperate To Cool Off

[Tenth Doctor x Reader smut]

Content warning: SMUT (18+ ONLY), sex pollen, (slight) breeding kink! fem reader, riding, creampie, kinddd of subby/whiney/desperate doctor.

Summary: The Doctor and his companion accidentally get a hold of an aphrodisiac pollen on an alien planet.

Notes: This is my first time writing any kind of creative fiction really since MIDDLE SCHOOL... so please bare with me and let me know what you think! <3

The day started off typical. Well, typical for the Doctor and his companion. The Tardis had just abruptly landed in the middle of an exotic rainforest on an alien planet. The two of you stepped out of the Tardis and took in the breathtaking scenery. Beautiful alien trees and colorful vegetation surrounded you in every direction. Foreign bird-like, and insect-like creatures chirped and buzzed loudly. The forest floor was coated with twisting bright green vines that were dampened from the last rainfall. You wasted no time running off to explore, your face beaming with excitement. The Doctor smiled fondly at how cute you are when you’re excited.

You spent the adventure gawking at the outlandish plants. “Oh that’s an Arthropodemorus.” The Doctor informed you as you leaned in to get a closer look at the bizarre plant with teeth. “It kind of reminds me of a-” “Venus fly trap?” The Doctor cut you off, smugly grinning with his hands in his pockets. You glared at him and playfully rolled your eyes, “Yes.” Sometimes the know-it-all attitude of the Doctor annoyed you, but it definitely didn’t make you love him any less. “Distant cousins! They eat the pesky insects native to this planet. Helps keep them from over-populating the ecosystem.” He smiled.

“Oooh what about this one?” You were mesmerized by a beautifully weird looking flower, about the size of your head, just to the left of you. You crouched down to its level and the Doctor leaned over you to inspect the large plant. It had gorgeous thin spiky petals that faded from white to a deep purple. The middle part of the flower was an ominous dark red with a giant green stigma and stamens erecting from it. “Oh dear…” The Doctor nervously murmured. “Isn’t this just beautiful…” You whispered, inching in even closer to admire it. “Y/N… If I’m not mistaken, that’s a very dangerous plant-” The Doctor urgently tugged on your elbow, trying to get you to stand up. “I think it’s best if we took a step back just for safety precautions because-” 

Before you could even fully process the Doctor’s rambling, the flower suddenly puckered and viciously spat out an enormous thick cloud of yellow dust. It hit you right in the face causing you to jolt back and fall onto the ground. The Doctor stumbled back, nearly falling over himself as the cloud infiltrated his nostrils too. The both of you were stunned, coughing and choking on the cloud of gold pollen that slowly wafted throughout the surrounding area. “Y/N…” The Doctor gasped out between wheezy coughs. He fanned the air with one hand and helped you up to your wobbling feet with his other as you both struggled to breathe. The Doctor led the two of you back to the safety of the Tardis in a hurry, running as fast as both of your wobbly legs could carry you, nearly tripping on the exotic vines and roots of the forest floor. 

The Doctor slammed the Tardis door behind him. He leaned against it in distress as he hacked more. You ran towards the console and let your weak body crash to the floor. You both heaved for a few moments, desperately trying to catch your breath and finally breathe in some clean air. You looked up at the Doctor who was across the room. He was limply sitting on the floor, back leaning against the Tardis door, limbs sprawled out pathetically, chest heaving exhaustedly, face glistening with sweat and flushed bright pink, tickled with a few remaining particles of the golden irritant. His hair was more wild than usual, a few tendrils in the front clung to his face from the sweat. He looked so… good… That was all you could think as you weakly laid there and looked up at the man through your damp eyelashes. 

Your pink cheeks felt like they were on fire. There was an all consuming heat that burned you inside out. You felt beyond intoxicated. Your clothes clung to your sticky, sweaty body. All you wanted to do was rip your clothes off, to get some kind of relief from this dreadful heat. “Doctor…” You cried out to him from the floor. He would know how to fix this.  Whatever this was. You tried to stand up, your legs trembled and you almost fell back down on the way up.

“Y/N…” The Time Lord grunted as he shot out his palm to you, gesturing for you to stay away. He started to remove his overcoat and unbutton his dress shirt, desperate to cool off. “Don’t… don’t come any closer.” His voice was tired and hoarse from the violent coughing fit from earlier. “Doctor… please… What do I do?” You cried out helplessly again, slowly stumbling towards him despite his orders. You tugged at your shirt that was sticking to you.

The Doctor tried his best to be a gentleman and avert his gaze to anything else but he just couldn’t. Your shirt was drenched in your sweat, making it nearly completely see through and revealing the neon pink bra you wore. There was a deep ache he felt between his legs. “Doctor please…” You whined again. “I’m so hot.” You crumpled to the ground just a few feet in front of him. 

All the Doctor could do was just stare. But he wanted nothing more than to help you. You were his companion. He cared about you. He hated seeing you in so much distress like this. He needed to help you.

“T-take off your clothes…” He panted. Your head shot up at him and you quickly nodded. You wasted no time in ripping off your wet shirt and discarding it thoughtlessly. If it would rid you of this mind numbing heat, you would do anything he said. You sat up on your knees and hurriedly attempted to undo your jeans. Your shaky hands foolishly fumbled with the button. You gasped as your eyes caught the Doctor’s hands skillfully working on his own buttons of his white undershirt. His hands were so much larger than your own…Your mind started to wander off to the thought of what his fingers would feel like on you. In you. You felt a strong twinge between your thighs. You swiftly yanked down your jeans and the fire that took over your body was finally starting to extinguish just the tiniest bit. You sighed in relief and collapsed onto the Doctor, drunkenly throwing your arms around his bare shoulders. You felt sparks on your damp skin when it made contact with his. It still wasn’t near enough though.

All the Doctor could feel was your bra clad breasts squishing against his flushed jaw, and his trousers tightening. He knew exactly what this was. He knew from the moment he saw the deceitfully beautiful flower. He knew exactly what was happening. He knew exactly how much time you had until all hell broke loose. He knew exactly what the only antidote was. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t do this to his best friend. It wasn’t professional and it broke all his codes. But the heat between his legs was only growing stronger and stronger. And he knew it was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to control it any longer. 

The man gently pushed you off of him and anxiously but firmly placed his hands on your shoulders. The contact made your shoulders feel like they had just been struck by lightning. “Y/N…” He gulped as he looked into your dilated eyes. “That pollen that we got sprayed with… It was… an aphrodisiac.” His tone was low, a tone you’ve never heard come from him before. A tone that rumbled throughout your skeleton and deep into your core. “Y/N do you understand me?” Your eyes were glazed over, lids heavy. ���Doctor…” You whispered, staring at his perfect plush lips. Your eyes traveled down to his exposed torso. His skin looked so soft. There was a faint red patch between his pectorals from the warmth. You wanted so badly to just glide your fingers over it. Kiss it. Taste his salty, sweaty heat on your lips, tongue. “The native race sometimes uses it to help with m-mating rituals…” His voice was urgent, anxious. Just the word ‘mating’ made you pitifully clench on nothing. You felt so empty. You needed so badly to be filled. “The side effects can include dizziness, intense hot flashes and…” You stared up at him, lips parted and eyes dilated with want. No. Need. “Intense sexual desire.” 

Your tits were threatening to burst out of your bra with every heavy breath you heaved. Your chest was glistening with sweat. The Doctor’s eyes traveled down to your panties that had a wet stain soaked through right where your clit would be. His breath caught in his throat at the sight. His throbbing dick was so hard and all he wanted was to be buried deep inside you. Put a baby in you. “Y/N…” He sighed quietly. 

His hot breath was centimeters away from your face. You hastily closed the gap and kissed his lips feverishly. The growing desire between your thighs was taking over you. You needed relief. There was nothing else that occupied your mind other than him. His fingers. His lips. His tongue. His body. His dick. You pushed him down onto his back and straddled his lap, deepening the passionate kiss with your tongue. The Doctor gasped into your mouth and fought back with his own tongue. There was spit pooling at both of your mouths but it only made you kiss him harder. You felt like you would die if you didn’t have him inside you right now. 

Your hands extended down between you and him to quickly take off his slacks and discard them without breaking the animalistic kiss. His large hands reached behind your back to unclasp the hooks of your pink bra. “Need you,” He breathed into your mouth. Your tits sprung out almost cartoonishly after your bra was removed. “Need to make these get even fuller.” He wasted no time grabbing at your boobs and gently tweaking and massaging the nipples, making you moan and writhe. You grabbed at his brown locks, tugging hard which made him jump and whine loudly. It was a pathetic, squeaky sound coming from a man such as him. It only made you wetter. With his slacks off, you could better feel his twitching bulge beneath you. You shifted your hips, grinding his aching erection against your throbbing clit. You sucked at his neck and grinded harder. The both of you moaned loudly. “It's not enough,” He panted, eyes shut tight and hands gripping your hips. You couldn’t agree more. “Fuck, I need you darling.” He growled. 

His hand snaked down between the two of you to push down his briefs and pull out his rigid cock. You didn’t have time to gawk at the size of him because he was already urgently pushing your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your soaked cunt. He teased your clit with the tip and threw his head back at just the mere touch. “Fuck, there’s no time for that.” You panted as you swiftly grabbed his dick and sat on it. You both watched the obscene view of your drenched pussy slowly swallowing his stiff pink cock. You leaned in towards his handsome face as you grabbed the sides of his cheeks, both of you moaning in pleasure. The Doctor’s jaw hung open in a heavenly expression you swore would make you cum right there. Your body tensed up as he finally slid all the way in you. You finally felt so full. 

“Shi-” The Doctor exclaimed as you started bouncing on his dick. “I need you- Fuck- I need you.” He kept chanting over and over underneath you as you desperately rode him. You moaned in ecstasy and threw your head back, screwing your eyes shut, holding his hands tightly on either side of his head as if you were about to collapse if you didn’t hold onto him. “Your pussy-” He gasped. “‘Squeezing me so tight… Fuck- You got me so close already,” He admitted, too intoxicated with the pollen to be embarrassed that he was already nearing the edge. You rode him harder, faster, deeper. His length kissing parts of you so deep you didn’t even know existed. Your heart was banging wildly against your chest. There was only one thought that equally took over both of your minds.

The Doctor gasped harshly and gripped your hips so tight that your eyes shot open at him. “Need to- fuck- fill you up.” He groaned. Your pussy tightened around him at his words and the man grabbed the back of your hair, pushing you down closer to his face. His lower abdomen was rubbing against your clit oh so right with every thrust making you squeak with intense pleasure. “Oh fuck!” He moaned loudly into your mouth as he felt his balls tighten. He held you tightly and lovingly as he frantically bucked his hips into your pussy. The base of his cock was dripping with your abundant amount of slick, sliding against your sensitive clit over and over. You whined as your walls clamped down on his cock. The man couldn’t even form a word, he just let out a loud moan as his thrusts into you got more and more erratic and desperate. Your mind could only focus on the sole thought of milking his cock dry and suddenly you were on the verge of cumming. The Doctor was already dangerously close, but as soon as he felt your body tense up, and your walls pulsing around him, he pushed you closer against him and tightened the grip on your ass. Your orgasm took over your body. Intense waves of ecstasy washing over you making you cry out. The Doctor groaned out. Your cunt spasmed around the man’s cock as he shot large hot ropes of cum deep inside your pussy. His hips finally started sputtering but more cum just kept filling you up. 

You fell limp against his broad chest as you struggled to catch your breath. The time lord’s hips slowly halted to a stop, his moans turning into sensitive whimpers as your pussy still spasmed around his spent cock. You laid on top of him, his cock still inside you, panting heavy. You hugged each other close, and gently stroked each other’s hair.

“I feel better.” You finally said after some time of just recovering and resting on top of him. The fire within the both of you was finally extinguished. The once thick and humid air of the Tardis suddenly felt so much cooler and crisp. The Doctor looked at you adoringly and smiled, “Me too.”

[owen-writes]

Behave

10th Doctor x Male Reader

Slight hints of NSFW. Like Dom/sub vibes and kissing. Basically pure self indulgence.

The Doctor's firm voice echoed in the metallic corridors of the spaceship, "Stay right here. I'll be back in a moment, love." He's giving you a stern look, a look you like to ignore.

With a mischievous grin, you nodded. But as soon as he turned away, you couldn't resist the allure of exploring the mysterious vessel. It was massive and somewhere new. The doctor should've known better. Your steps echoed lightly as you strolled through the unfamiliar surroundings, a sense of rebellion tingling through your veins. You get slightly giddy of the feeling, urging you to carry on deeper into the spaceship.

As you turned a corner, you stumbled upon a peculiar console, its lights blinking invitingly. Stretched out across the whole wall. From one end of the room to the other. Unable to resist, you began to fiddle with the controls, a devilish smirk playing on your lips. Little did you know, the Doctor had sensed your disobedience.

Upon his return, the Doctor's eyes widened in disbelief, scanning the empty spot where he had left you. His jaw clenched with frustration, and he muttered to himself, "Honestly, can't leave you alone for a minute."

He wandered the way he thought you would've gone. Around a couple of corners and through a long corridor.

Suddenly, he caught sight of you, standing at the mysterious console with an innocent expression that failed to conceal the mischief in your eyes. The doctor coughed, rather roughly, making you turn around. The Doctor's stern gaze met yours, and he crossed his arms, "What do you think you're doing, handsome?"

Your nonchalant shrug only seemed to fuel his irritation. "Just explorin', Doctor. Got bored waiting for you," you replied, feigning innocence.

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing, "You were told to stay put. This is a spaceship, could be dangerous. You've got to do as you're told."

A wicked grin spread across your face, "Well, where's the fun in that? I thought you liked a bit of excitement."

The Doctor's patience was wearing thin, and his voice took on a stern tone, "You're pushing it, you know."

You chuckled, feeling the thrill of rebellion, "Maybe that's what I want."

In an instant, the Doctor closed the distance between you, pinning you against the console with a sudden intensity. His hand rested beside your head, and on the wall, trapping you in place. The atmosphere crackled with tension as he leaned in, his voice a low, commanding growl, "You have no idea what you're playing with, love."

You met his gaze defiantly, the playful smirk not leaving your lips, "Do enlighten me, Doctor."

His lips crashed onto yours in a dominating kiss, a fusion of frustration and desire. The Doctor's hands roamed your body, trying to force you to behave for him.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered against your ear, "Maybe this will teach you to listen."

The Doctor's hands slid down your sides, fingers tracing patterns that left you breathless.

You met his eyes once again, the corner of your mouth turning up into a smirk. "Or, it might make me do it again." You breathe out, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.

He shakes his head at you, but a small smile graces his lips. He leans in for another kiss, this time much softer, and quicker. When he pulls away, he grabs your hand, and pulls you back the way you came from.

[starfirette]

School Reunion

He was a a lithe figure of all rhyme and very little reason...

...especially he gestured for you to come closer. Tousled tufts of soft, brown hair flopped over his forehead, not so strictly gelled back today. His hair was ultimately the first thing that warmed you up to him. His previous face was undoubtedly your first, true love--all blue eyes and ears, knit sweaters under leather jackets, and a secret soft side...

❇Tenth Doctor x Fem Reader

❇hmmmm this took a month to perfect! I shall page @bellaswansrealgf because this does indeed have a size kink portion :)) this is cross posted to my ao3 (username is the same if you want to check that out!)

❇ masterlist | 17+ | size kink goes brr | cheeky Tenth doctor | "Mr Smith" | Sexual Roleplay | Vaginal Fingering | Penis In Vagina Sex | Age Difference kinda technically | this word is so gross but I have to put it in the tags Squirting | Also some degradation | Overstimulation | Creampie | switchy Tenth doctor, but he's a dom rn | Older Man/Younger Woman and teacher student vibes but also not really

You were the illustrious and young English teacher, and he was the older, more experienced Physics teacher.

But it had only been a game. It was the ruse for a job at some school.

Of course you had "just" graduated college; you needed a guided hand to show you how to handle those rowdy students. "Professor Smith," you said as you batted your eyelashes. The size difference between you two was enough to make you squirm, thighs clenched and heart beating in anticipation. 

"Poor thing," 'Mr Smith' had said. His hand is ruffling up the chiffon of your knee length skirt. "You're so needy for attention. You'd take any bit of attention from even the science teacher." 

You wouldn't yet go into further detail of what conspired that day. After all, it was a little bit inappropriate of you two to do such fooling around during the hours of an investigation. Rose would have been livid to know that while she was slinging chips and pizza to students and staff, you and the Doctor were rather preoccupied with teaching not the students but yourselves just how Miss [L/n] and Mr Smith ought to behave. 

Of course, the roleplay was divine. Mr Smith was a role that the Doctor deeply enjoyed to act with, especially when it came to shamelessly flirting with you as if he didn't know you. You suspect he had all his fun that way. 

Apart from the canoodling in the workplace, everything else was really a ruse. The way it all started is a little bit convulated, but Rose heard from Mickey who must have heard from someone else that strange things were going on back in her hometime. (Hometime was a bit of a private joke between you, Rose, and the Doctor, it's a play on the word hometown! You and the Doctor fight for the credit of who actually coined the term but Rose often sides with the argument that you truly did.) The Doctor went into full dramatic effect, as he tends to do, and he created you a full fledged identity and a college degree. In real life (for lack of a better term)you're almost done with college where you're honestly pursuing a degree for English Literature.

The Doctor surprised you with the position at this school. Albeit it's undercover, he wanted you to have some fun. His face lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree when he saw how excited you were. Granted, this was a far cry from being an English professor at a prestigious university, as you drunkenly confessed to his prior face while celebrating the win against the nanogenes during the second World War. Though he looked different then,  he still loved you with the same, big heart. 

Hearts. 

Force of habit. 

Day One of the mission was the easiest mostly because day one didn't require real work. Rose helped you research the winning numbers for some lottery tickets. She dropped off two winning tickets at the homes of a couple teachers from the school: one from the Mathematics department, one from the Literature. 

Needless to say both resigned in an instant. Unfortunately this sparked nasty rumors which accounted the two teachers (who really didn't know one another at all) were having an affair. Well, so long as they enjoyed the money. And since neither of their spouse's seemed to believe these rumors, you supposed there was no real harm done. 

Day two consisted of applying for the jobs and actually getting them. The interview process went well. You interviewed with the superintendent who claimed the headmaster was busy. 

'This isn't fair,' Rose said. 'I want to be a teacher.' 

'You'd look so cute as the lady administrator,' you pointed out from the sofa of the Tardis common room. 'You could wear fake specs. Y'know, look over them and give students dirty looks. Type obnoxiously on your clunky laptop. It's such a shame mini iPads weren't invented sooner. I'd look soooo cute carrying mine around.'

Rose groaned theatrically as she collapsed onto the sofa. She rolled on top of your lap, pushing the remote out of your hands so you could pay attention to her. 'Tell your boyfriend to make me a teacher,' Rose indignantly said.  Her nose scrunched as you shifted your thigh to push her off. 

'My hands are full,' The Doctor said through a mouthful of snack food. He tossed a sprinkle of crumbs at Rose, consequently catching some on your lap. You shoved his face with mock disregard. 'You mean your hands are tied,' you corrected.

'Sure,' he said, 'that too.' 

The start of day three. You dressed in a knee length skirt with pointy flats and a smart looking blazer. You decided to forgo a pair of fake specs (though you were known to occasionally need a pair of real lenses ever since a strange trip with your blue-eyed, prominent-nosed Doctor to an interesting laser show which had some nasty effects on your eyes; it was some sort of festival on Mars in the year 3000). As you walked down the hall to your class room the Doctor walked past, heading the opposite way to the Mathematics department. He sent a prolonged look up and down your outfit. 

"Hello, Mr Smith," you said curtly. You had to fight the grin that tussled with your lips. You enjoyed playing your role too, too much.

Mr Smith uncharacteristically fumbled over his feet as he looked over his shoulder to meticulously study the way your bum and hips moved as you went about your merry way. Needless to say this is when he decided to amp up his game. 

The children in your classroom couldn't have been older than fourteen. You didn't expect anything outwardly startling at this point, because you didn't yet realize the secrets this school held. 

You took a look at the lesson plan the students had been going through before their previous teacher took a miracle vacation to Sicily to renew their marriage vows.

Good for them. 

"Who would like to examine the motifs of this scene?" you asked. You were picking through a bit of Macbeth. A beginning scene with the three witches; it should be easy enough. How typcal to have stumbled upon their Shakespeare unit. An obligatory staple of middle school. Or highschool. Whatever grade these kids are in. You tried thinking of it in terms of Harry Potter; are they fifth years? Harry Potter was certainly fifteen during Order of the Phoenix. 

You contemplated this as no one actually tried discussing Macbeth. 

"Would anyone like to mention anything?" Your attempts to get them talking was dismal. Perhaps they missed their old teacher. You felt a little guilty. Even more guilt poured in you when you obnoxiously thought that their old teacher wasn't missing them, not while they were having a second honeymoon in Sicily!

"Anything?" 

You could have heard an eyelash drop in that room. 

"Going on about motif, it's rather interesting that when Macbeth enters, he notes...? What does he say that directly links him to the witches? Oh, goodness, I've lost my place...'So foul and fair a day I have not seen.' Does anyone remember what the three witches say in the opening scene?"

Finally a hand is raised.

You want to thank the kid profusely as you call on her. "What's your name?" 

"Addie Jones," the girl said. 

"Wonderful! Nice to meet you, Miss Addie. Do you remember the line?" 

"'Fair is foul and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.'" 

"Excellent," you tell her with a smile. "Not only does this line set the overarching theme for the story, it also is a neat trick Shakespeare put in. Macbeth enters a few scenes later and by repeating their words, he's effectively sealed his own fate. This is a pretty good example of a motif. Does anyone know what a motif is?" You scanned the room, hoping for another arm to pop up, but Addie's hand waved shyly in your sight. You understood, then, why teachers threatened to call on students at random. You'd threaten that yourself if you knew anyone else's name. Besides, Addie seemed eager enough to share her answer. "Addie!" 

"A motif is a series of repeated patterns, often dialogue or imagery, in literature used to further a narrative." 

Whoa. 

"Great answer," you told Addie, a sincere smile capturing your lips. "Given that definition, can anyone find other motifs in the play?"

Addie raised her hand. 

"Does anyone other than Addie have an idea?" you tried. To no avail, you nodded at Addie. You took a seat behind your desk, grabbing a pen to jot down a forethought about Harry Potter. 

Addie took a loud and deep breath. "Another integral motif in the play is sleep. Banquo states, act two scene one, 'And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers restrain in me cursed thoughts that nature gives way to response.' Act two, scene two, Macbeth by now has killed the king. 'There's one did sleep laugh in's sleep, and one cried Murder!' 14 lines later, same scene, Macbeth then says, 'Methought I heard a voice cry 'sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep. The innocent sleep, sleep which knits-,'"

You were extremely puzzled. You tried to gently interupt Addie's train of thought, which seemed to be more than just reading directly from her book than actually answering your question. Taking a stand, your flats smacking the linoleum floor, you strolled back to the front of the classroom, your lesson plan in hand. You caught a glance at Addie's desk. Wherein you'd been expecting to see her fingers eagerly scanning along the pages of her open book, you found that her textbook was rather shut, her hands clasped atop it as she waited for you to say something. 

Blinking in surprise, you looked back at the lesson plan. You skimmed through a couple pages. Just when did they begin studying this play? That thought was muting all of your prior Harry Potter saga theories. Only at the start of the week...and they were only assigned an at home reading for the first four scenes. 

Perhaps Addie liked to read. Perhaps she enjoyed Macbeth so very much that she chose to memorize the entire damn play.

You hadn't seen any notes marking Addie's remarkable abilities in the subject, so you wondered on about how she could have done such a quick study of the play. "He certainly prattles on about sleep, doesn't he?" you asked Addie, who grinned toothily and nervously. "What do you think it means?" you continued as you hugged the lesson plan to your chest. 

That smile faded. "Oh. I'm not sure." Addie, who had memorized all the lines and their scenes regarding 'sleep', was at a loss for words. 

You felt a little bit guilty to find that she seemed incredibly embarrassed to be without an answer. You didn't necessarily care, but you wanted to probe for more answers. "Want to venture a guess? Why do you think sleep is so important here? What might it symbolize?" 

Addie went red in the face. She played with the edges of her textbook. Her nails pulled apart the layers of the hard cover, flaking specks of cardboard across her desk. 

"We could ask ourselves what a literary symbol is," you continued, quickly trying to move on before Addie could explode. "What's a symbol in literature? Maybe someone aside from Addie?" 

You sighed. Defeated again. Tomorrow you'd have to try harder. "Alright, Addie, take it away." 

After taking a breath of relief, Addie prattled away, "A symbol in literature is one of the literary devices that an author might use to convey a hidden message or theme. Symbols often are represented through objects or ideas that serve with a literal purpose but have metaphorical meaning which furthers the narrative, much like a motif." 

Puzzled by her in depth definition all you could really do was nod in response. 'That's correct," you informed her. Though it was far too correct. It didn't sound at all like the answer of a thirteen year old girl. It sounded like a line from a thesis paper or even from some dictionary. Her knowledge us certainly expansive but robotic in nature. She can identify patterns, like motifs and sleep and what not, but she can't analyze their meaning. 

You frowned. More accurately, she couldn't form her own thoughts on the subject matter. 

During lunch break, you searched the cafeteria for the Doctor. You went through the line, declining food after food. You made a scene of asking Rose for an apple, and then  you leaned in close as she handed it to you. "I found something a little bit strange. Sweet girl in my class basically memorized her English textbook. She might as well have memorized mine. Have you seen him?" 

Rose's brow twitched with contempt. "No," she said sharply. "Fuck 'im, really, I'm stuck back here slinging chips at bratty kids and he's off doing who knows w-oh, there he is." She pointed him out in the crowd of students, the man sitting at a table and picking apart a turkey and cheese sandwich layer by layer. "He's bein' weird again," Rose snickered. The Doctor smelled one slice of bread. "Oh, God, go stop him. I can't watch him deface himself like this. Wait, take your apple, now. If I was working on commission then you'd be of no use to me. That's right, take some milk, too. Not the skim, you daft. That's basically water. Take the two percent." 

You tried to juggle the milk and apple that Rose had tossed in your arms as you sped walked towards the Doctor. You dropped the apple on the table as you took a seat in front of him. His nimble fingers dropped the bread in a split second and he eyed you close. "I've got something," you said. 

"Ah, ah," the Doctor said sharply with a wag of his finger. "I don't even know you and you're going to sit down, without even asking, and try and engage in conversation? Tsk. You naughty thing." 

You rolled your eyes. "It's nice to meet you," you told him, playing into his game. "I'm Y/n L/n, yada yada. Anyways. Girl in my class-"

He shook his head. "Nope. You didn't ask my name." 

"I know your name," you mocked his tone. "We met at the staff meeting." 

"How do I know you actually remember it?" the Doctor challenged you. "Go on, just ask my name!" He looked much too amused as you angrily peeled open the cap to your milk. 

"What's your name," you therefore said monotonously, trying to void the words of any inquiring tone. 

"John Smith, physics professor. I'm single, by the way." 

"Anyway! Girl in my class! Basically memorized the entire textbook. She had an answer for most of the questions. However, those answers were all...materialistic. I don't know how to describe it. She didn't know how to input her own thoughts. It was like she just downloaded all the information to her brain. Does that make sense?" 

The Doctor nodded. "I've had a similar experience. Kid in my own class has knowledge way beyond planet earth." He pushed his plate of food forward. "Try some."

"No, thanks," you said politely. "I'm not very hungry. Something about this food weirds me out," you drawled as you poked his lightly tousled food around. He was more sampling everything rather than eating. "I've always hated school food. The chips look...odd. The smell of them is somehow off. Does that make any sense?"

"Come with me," the Doctor responded, not saying anything to your earlier rebuttals regarding the school food. "Toss that, I'm not going to eat it," he added. He took the tray and dumped it. You followed behind him as he slid his tray with the other dirty ones. Rose sent him a glare so foul you were surprised he didn't collapse on the spot. A glare like that could make him regenerate. "Found anything strange?"you ask Rose before she and the Doctor can get into a cat fight, an occurrence which frequents the TARDIS.

Rose gossiped, "Half the kitchen staff got replaced not too long ago. And this lot are weird. Get this! The entire lunch menu has been designed by the headmaster himself. What qualifies him to even do that? Don't you have to study...nutrition?" Rose shook her blonde fringe from her milk chocolate eyes. A flare of mischief came in her eyes. "I bet he didn't."

"Is nutrition a course of study? Actually, it is, isn't it? Oh, Rose you should be a nutritionist!" You said gleefully. 

The Doctor sighed. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to keep up with his two companions.

"Oh, shush," Rose chided to you. "The point is we've been at this for three days! We don't even know what's going on. More like you two don't even know what's going on. I've done my part! I reported back to you an' all!" She looked at you both with arms folded across her chest and her eyebrows raised indignantly. She licked her lower lip in a dare for you or the Doctor to argue back, her chocolate-brown eyes strangely malicious. "That's right, isn't it? You've got nothin' to say but-"

"Stop yelling at us!" The Doctor finally dished back. He seemed irritated beyond his senses, which was typical of him. "Your boyfriend is the one who called us."

Rose's mouth quivered at the term. Her lips opened and closed as though she was a fish out of water. "Mickey's not my--hang on a minute, where are you two going?" she finally demanded as the Doctor started to manhandle you. You looked vaguely surprised, staring at him with incredulity. 

"Research!" the Doctor called without looking as he kept his deft fingers tightly wound on your wrist. "We've get a lead!"

You struggled to let her know as he escorted you away. 

The halls were empty as the Doctor pulled you contently down the Mathematics hall. His classroom was certainly empty, all students eating their lunch for the next thirty or so minutes. 

"Show me what you've got," you told him excitedly as he turned the lock on the door. You looked around eagerly for whatever gadget or gizmo he was going to produce. You waited for another moment before you watched with curiosity as the Doctor settled himself easily on the edge of his desk.  "Where is it?" you asked.

"What do you mean?" The Doctor countered, crossing his arms with some semblance of an attitude.  You mimicked the pressing of a sonic screwdriver. "Where's the...gizmo...aren't you going to sonic something?" 

"Oh. No gizmo," the Doctor said. "Not this time. Well, not right now, actually, I'm sure I'll sonic some sort of gizmo sometime soon. No, I actually wanted this time for ourselves. I'm not fond of your attitude, Miss L/n." 

You raised a brow. "My attitude?" 

The Doctor nodded. "Exactly. Your behavior has been nothing short of abysmal. Neglecting me, running about with Rose, and entirely disregarding your duties here. I supplied you with a title of superiority and you have sorely misused it. There's only one word to describe you these past two days." 

For a brief moment your heart stuttered with genuine fear, but then you watched the sparks which flickered in his hazel brown eyes burst into a large flame. 

"Naughty." 

You barked a laugh. You put a hand over your fast beating heart. "That's not funny," you chastised. "I thought you were being serious!"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. 

No going back now. Not with the rapid pooling of warmth in the bottom of your belly. The Doctor shook his head, tutting his tongue as he folded his arms. 

He was a a lithe figure of all rhyme and very little reason; especially he gestured for you to come closer. Tousled tufts of soft, brown hair flopped over his forehead, not so strictly gelled back today. His hair was ultimately the first thing that warmed you up to him. 

His previous face was undoubtedly your first, true love--all blue eyes and ears, knit sweaters under leather jackets, and a secret soft side with a not so quiet splash of kinky foreplay. There were zero hints of that face in this one, and the first time you saw it you didn't know what quite to think. 

The Doctor had burst into a bright, ball of golden light. Spheres, marble sized, of such light fizzled around him, orbiting his figure while Rose gripped your hand. Her fingers slipped on the fresh blood, making you wince as she slid over the fresh slice.  The fight against the Daleks had been the most important matter in all the world just moments ago. And now you felt as though...you were about to lose everything. 

Your mouth burned with the hard kiss the Doctor had given you. His tongue had meddled against yours, sweeping the roof of your mouth the way he knew you liked. His thumbs swiped away the tears that dotted the corners of your eyes, and just like that, he was saying goodbye. And then this. 

Dizzying rushes of blinking in and out of reality coursed through you. This almost felt like a dream. The image charading in front of you didn't seem right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, afterall. You three were supposed to find Jack and go home, wherever 'home' was. No matter where home was, the day would always end with you laying on the Doctor's chest, ear to dual hearts while he played with your hair. 

And yet that wasn't how this was going to end. 

Rose gripped your hand tight. Your vision flickered with stars as her fingers slipped into the gash on your hand. Nausea punched you in the gut as the light grew brighter and brighter. Stop, you wanted to tell him. It's not funny. 

It wasn't funny at all. 

The energy surged, so loud you could almost hear it, you could practically feel it sizzling inside of you. Energy sang inside the TARDIS: the chime high and loud, the pitch far beyond any regular frequency. And God, it hurt. 

The ringing ascended frequency and finally it shut off as the Doctor cried out just a bit. 

The light disappeared. 

And so had your Doctor. 

You crept closer. 

He pushed his leg out, patting the top of his thigh. "Take a seat, Miss L/n," he sighed, making a point to sound disappointed. He would really be if you didn't play along! So you hopped up to take a seat, holding onto the back of his neck for leverage as you made yourself comfortable. 

It wasn't unusual for him to become unexpectedly horny, especially in the midst of a mission such as this. He was one for taking fortified risks. 

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked. 

"Just that I've been a very bad girl," you informed him with an exaggerated pout. You puckered your lower lip. "I just wanted your attention, Mr. Smith." 

"Consider it done. You've certainly caught my attention with this little garb," the Doctor said as he pushed a hand up your skirt. His lean fingers squeezed the inside of your thigh, making you squirm. The flash of quick pain on the easily bruised skin made your heart rush. Looking up at him, it was easy to spot the remnants of the other Doctor. Your first Doctor. 

Though his face has changed, and you love him all the same-if not more-he'll always have that face. 

"Professor Smith," you said as you batted your eyelashes. The size difference between you two was enough to make you squirm, stomach clenched with eager anticipation.

"Poor thing," 'Mr Smith' said. His hand kneaded the jiggling flesh of your leg, pinching it and grinning at the way you wiggled in his grip. "You're so needy for attention," he cooed. "You'd take any bit of attention from even the science teacher." 

His mouth pressed against yours. Lips against lips, both soft as the petals of a flower, but clashing hard, as if you two had never kissed before! But kisses are less than few-and-far; they're frequent. They're the Doctor's favorite past time.

Even with this face you two spend nights in his study, laying in the chaise lounge, your ear against his chest and listening to his dual hearts. Even with this face do you two kiss passionately into the hours of the ambient night lights that the TARDIS has set for you. Your hands plucked at the buttons of his shirt.  His build was entirely different from the previous one he bore. Where then he'd been slightly bulkier with more muscle and mass, he was now slender, lithe, and graceful. He walked like a cat with cunning mischief on his mind. His deft fingers were slipping up your skirt, hooking across the band of your underwear and cheekily tugging them down as he pushed his thumbs into your hips.

He loved, loved, the curves of your body (he always had. It wasn't something that would ever change). He liked to grip the fleshy parts of you tight, squeeze and fondle any parts of you he could get his hands on.  You splayed your fingers out like a starfish, pushing your hand on his sternum just between both hearts. You could feel them both beating fast as his shirt drifted open,  framing his clavicle and abdomen like a picture. He couldn't be more gorgeous than this; freckles constellated his pale skin. The shades that stood out on his skin compared  to yours made your lips curl. The colors were like blots of paint on a pallet in the hands of an artist. 

Confidently, you believed that a painting with every shade your two bodies had to offer would outshine the Mona Lisa or Starry Night. 

The Doctor's hand crept below the threshold of your underwear. His thumb padded through the plush lips of your pussy, nudging at your pearled clit. "Not nearly as wet as I'd prefer," the Doctor chastised as he flexed his thumb in a circle on your clit, not bothering to start at a slow pace. The quick lashings of a hurried pleasure made your body tremble. Like a startled newborn you spasmed in his hold, nearly collapsing backwards. If he hadn't had an arm around your waist you would have made a fool of yourself. 

"Can't stay still?" The Doctor cooed. "The more I rub this little clit, the more wet that oozes out of you. That makes it so easy for me to simply..."

Your voice strained as the Doctor slowly pushed his middle finger inside of you. He moved slowly so that you could feel every bit of your cunt that he stretched out. For all the times you'd ever attempted to stick something inside of yourself, this really took the cake.

Every time you tried it just felt...like you were sticking something inside of yourself. Like there was just something inside a vaginal cavity; Just something inside that was vibrating.

Not sexy, nor pleasurable.

The amount of times you'd attempted to do gymnastics around your bedroom in your home time, stretching your legs or doing back bends, all to find the magical spot that the internet claimed existed. These exploits were all for naught.

Imagine how strange a feeling it was for you to be proven wrong by the Doctor. You swore up and down there was something wrong, something maybe even broken, but no matter what, you just didn't have what other women suspiciously claimed to have. Well, the Doctor loves to prove others wrong. You can imagine how that first night went, with him grinning down at you and touching both the inside and outside of you at once to bring about a genre of pleasure you hadn't realized existed. 

You gnawed on your lip as the Doctor slowly pushed a second digit inside, still tending to your clit to keep the feeling from being too uncomfortable. "It's alright," the Doctor said softly. He shifted his body, making a swift stand as he set you on the desk and settled between your legs, without removing his hand from you at all.  He widened the gap between your legs so your knees laid hip length apart. His tall figure stood straight as he looked down at your cunt which dropped over his hand. 

"And there it is," he sighed. "You're taking it like a good girl, aren't you? Even though we're in a school. A learning facility. Have you no shame?" 

Whether or not he wanted an answer, you couldn't say. Your vision was blurry as he pumped up into a secret place inside of you while also stimulating your clit. The small bundle of nerves was pulsating, having become a bulbous bud of despair and anxiety. It tensed and twitched under every touch but ultimately it yearned for more. You kept tensing around his fingers, holding onto the lapels of his jacket tight. 

The Doctor looked down at you. He smirked. 

"You're holding onto me with quite a strong grip. Afraid I'll pull away? Afraid I'll stop? Your cunt just keeps squeezing onto me. So hot and wet. So comforting. Don't you wish it was my cock?"

You panted out a reply, not bothering to sound witty or naughty. Not the time. "Yes."

A laugh. A genuine sound. The musical chime of it faded before the Doctor replied, "I do, too. But first I'll watch you cum on my fingers. It's alright. Door's all locked. My attention is entirely on you. You've been working so hard, so eager to please Mr Smith. Now you ought to let Mr Smith please you. Although...I should be punishing you. Shouldn't I? I'm sure it wouldn't be much of a real punishment, though. After all, you tend to enjoy it when  I spank your sweet ass."

The mere words sent the images into your brain. The thought of it made your pussy flinch, and the Doctor laughed again though this time round it was a touch harsh sounding. "I knew you enjoyed it," he said quietly. He kissed your forehead, his lips curled into a smile as he did so. "It's alright, dear, it's only me. You can be honest. I quite like it. Oh, my, you're dripping all the way onto my wrist!" 

He feigned annoyance. "Just look...look at this mess you're making."

You dared to take a look. 

A small gasp choked in your throat, the sound making the Doctor chuckle. The muscles of your thighs twitched. The knee length skirt was thrown back so you were sitting bare assed on the cool desk, the skirt gathered around your hips. Your panties were stuffed in the Doctor's trouser pockets: you could see them sticking out. When had he done that?

The tendons in his wrist were flexing as he thrust his two fingers up and in, while his thumb angled upwards to continue the steady pace on your clit. The lazy rhythm which he had set was making you sweat. He didn't seem terribly bothered by the writhing around you were doing.

"Don't you like the sight of it?" The Doctor's content was evident in the way he spoke, looking at the mess with a dreamy sparkle in his eye. 

He appeared visibly intoxicated as a long and loud 'mmm' escaped you. You had a difficult time remembering that the sounds were your own; you didn't always feel physically mounted in your body during your horny escapades. Sometimes the thrall of an orgasm separated your physical self from your metaphysical self like the whites and yolk of an egg. You were being gradually poured apart with every furthering motion the Doctor made. Joules of an intense pleasure rumbled inside of you. Your stomach had a slippery feeling, like a pad of hot butter on a skillet, fuzzy and warm and enticing. 

Your legs jerked around, ankles flanking into the back of his thighs and effectively pulling him closer. He was trapped between your legs-just the way he liked. 

Tension unfurled in your shoulders, slipping away like drops of rain on a window pain. It tingled down your back and you tilted away, Your chin raising towards the ceiling as one of your hands roughly gripped the edge of Mr Smith's desk. Anchored to the British classroom of 2005, you started to feel the edges of a smooth and velvety orgasm close in on you. It was a feeling that couldn't be physically embodied by much else than a velvet ribbon, or a warm vanilla latte, or-

"Fuck!" You whined. "It's-"

The Doctor pushed the familiar feeling forward. It was an intensity that you could only ever feel with the Doctor, with his hand or his cock or his anything. It no longer mattered that the year was 2005; the pressure on your clit felt nothing short of a pulsing burst of energy and fire. Gold fizzled in your vision. Your cunt felt heavy. Something tickled behind your bladder, the feeling making you beg. "Doctor, wait!" You urged him as you pawed at his torso. "I think I'll-"

"That's what I want," the Doctor muttered. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take good care of you. It's alright. Just keep squirming like that and let me rub your pussy to completion. Don't tire yourself-I want to feel you with my cock, too, so just relax and enjoy it. Can't you try?"

The urge to clench your walls and even the muscles around your clit was hard to fight. But when you did, it allowed an enormous wave of pleasure to drown you. You tremored and babbled a string of incoherent words. Some kind of begging, you think, or perhaps declarations of love, hatred, or anything in between. Passions had built up inside you and now  they're spilling out like the waters from a broken dam. Judging by the bleary grins of content through your teary eyes, you were praising him to high ends. Likely spilling out your love for him and his hands. 

Pressure started to release as the gradual high came about. It wasn't an overt transition from pleasure to climax; it was never black and white, it was a grey scale that slowly blossomed to a bright gold and silver.  Weight transpired from the top of your head to your torso and then to your belly. It sank low, behind your ovaries. A heavy, swollen sensation was hanging right over you, taunting the burst of energy that would soon make a mess over the Doctor's hand and shirt. You feared the worst as you pathetically tried to wiggle your hips around. You were so close to that feeling. If you just pushed yourself a little bit more than you could reach it. 

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're about to cum all over me," the Doctor murmured in a harsh tone. "That's repulsive. That's so human of you. It's disgustingly easy to make you leak with just a hand."

You buried your face into the chest of the Doctor, trying not to be too loud with the whimpers and shallow breaths you were releasing as though you were a television woman in labor. 

Babbling out vowels, your entire body released a burst of warmth; like pink ribbons and fresh croissants and the tops of your thighs after you sat by a bonfire. The convulsed through you as that swollen feeling finally burst, indeed making a mess on the Doctor as you feared. 

You looked down at yourself in shock. A grim sense of shame started to take over the pink-flakey-croissant-bonfires-with-Rose feeling. "I'm so sorry," you whispered, your voice a cracking piece of foil as the Doctor licked the corner of his mouth. He quickly licked his fingers clean before shaking his head. "No, no, don't apologize," he said as he quickly moved his fingers to the button of his pants. "It was quite a learning experience, I should say. I learned that you are a very cute, young, little cunt in desperate need of an older, wiser cock. I'm just going to give you what you want. You don't have anything otherwise to say. I know you don't."

You shook your head as you watched the Doctor palm himself. His bulge was prominent and you had to restrain a whimper as he pulled back the boxer briefs he wore, which you insisted on because he wanted to wear boxers, but you found boxer briefs undeniably sexy, and so he wore them; he couldn't exactly do otherwise when the Tardis was replacing his go to wardrobe with other garments--it was totally accidental the way the Tardis now listened to your opinion before his. But he couldn't deny: blood runs thicker than water. And your blood had sizzled on the heart of the beloved Tards. So yeah, sometimes the Tardis chose to play Christmas music when it was only November (according to the earth-calendar programmed into the mainframe, but that was also another story). 

You pulled him down by the scruff of his neck, forcing him to kiss you as he played with himself. Your sloppy kiss was all tongue against tongue, open mouthed groans into one another as you guided his hand up and down on himself. 

Now leaking precum, he smothered himself   In the lubricant and thumbed the slit of his cock, a clenched-teeth hiss escaping himself as you urged him to prepare. But the Doctor likes to edge himself; he likes the discomfort of wanting to chase an orgasm, the self control it required to ignore the body's instinct. 

"Come closer," he groaned against you. His forehead rested on yours. You both watched him pump his cock a few more times; your chest was rising and falling as hard as his. 

He guided himself inside you, kissing your forehead as he slowly inched forward. The brief discomfort as he pushed past the curve of your walls was strictly rewritten into a song of bliss. Mint green paint, fresh croissants with oozing chocolate, an open campsite by the sizzling fire. 

He hunched over your little figure; he was completely towering atop you, the size of a dire wolf pinning a rabbit against his own torso. He grunted as he pulled himself out only to slam his way back in, the motion making you feel full and heavy. 

He worked his hips to thrust in and out of you, pulling himself practically to the tip each time. His hand was tending to your clit as he moved. Each touch on your clit felt like torture, in the best sense. You already felt swollen and every touch was amplified. The starts of a new orgasm made you tired and shudder, your mouth desperate for water as it worked its way through your body. 

"You're so small," the Doctor huffed through a laugh as your figure jerked with each thrust. You were trapped against his torso, feeling the doubly beat of his hearts pounding as he plowed in and out of you. "So pliable," he added as he groped the side of your thigh exposed by the wrinkled fabric of your skirt. "So hot and tight while I have my way with you. You couldn't help yourself. You just had to be fucked right now, just like this. Always needing my attention, always, always. I never thought you'd be so bratty in public! I like it."

"Stop talking," you groaned. "That's all you ever do. Talk, talk, talk. I think you like that, more." 

The Doctor gripped your chin, slowing his movements down. His hand skittered away from your clit but you were quick to pin it in place. You pushed one of your fingers inside of his mouth, watching him pucker his lips around the digit and sucking. His thick eyelashes fluttered before he jerked his head back. "Not your turn, princess," he sneered. "I'm in charge right now." 

"You like when I'm in charge, too," you retorted. "You could just give up, you know." 

The Doctor once again groped at you, squeezing hard on your pebbled nipples with a growl of warning. "Not the time," he told you with a rough thrust up. It made you gasp and heel over as the spotlight of sudden pleasure shone over you; the Doctor smirked as he carefully weened his way back into a quicker pace than he had been previously going at. "Don't you dare stop," you pleaded as you gripped him by the collar of his button down. "Or you're in for a load of trouble when we get home." The Doctor's brown eyes twinkled at the idea: home on the Tardis, being straddled and used by you, it sounded like a marvelous plan. 

"I'm not the one who's about to get a load," the Doctor said, grinning at the gross slang, but he was unable to really care because your cheeks had tears dripping down them. "Can't wait to see how full you become. I'll be dripping down your legs the rest of the day." 

"Shut up," you whimpered as you tilted your head back. 

Honestly speaking you quite enjoyed his babbling chit chat. He really did like to hear himself talk. You liked it as well. 

"Make me." 

You two pressed your mouths into a rough mold, your tongues slithering over tips and teeth. Your arms wrapped over the back of his neck, locking him in place. His chuckles dripped down your throat as he vocalized his own pleasure. Your breathing hastened. Panting like a dog in the summer heat, you were kissing him back as if it were a fight for your life. You clenched all your body into a rigid stake as the peak of the orgasm finally prodded into your cunt. The Doctor's hands pressed into your hips and legs, his thumbs rubbing calming circles into you as he moaned. He was much more accepting of the pleasure wave as it rode through him. 

Hiccuping whimpers fluttered into the Doctor's mouth as your slick, wet released. The feeling made the Doctor groan, loud and strong as he finally released the gates of his own seed. He grunted as he made sloppy thrusts; cum mixed and squeezed out of you like the lemon custard in a powdered donut, a rare, sweet, tart taste that made your eyes water. 

Your mouths pulled apart with a loud smack. You both looked down at the mess. He pumped in and out a few times, hissing as you suckled a bite on the underside of his jaw. You cried out a curse as he swiftly pulled out and gripped his cock, the limb still half hard. He pushed the tip of himself against your clit, making a harsh circle so your bodies both shuddered. "Too much," he said between clenched teeth. He released a breath as final spurts of his seed painted on the lips of your pussy. 

The strain on his chest eased. 

The Doctor swayed forward. His face lulled into a lazy grin, tucking itself within the crook of your neck. Carefully exhaling your last deep breath, you slid back so you were laying face up, looking at the ceiling as the Doctor remained curled atop you. He hummed with content, rubbing his hand over the soft skin of your pelvis. Your skirt was still flipped up; his pants were unbuttoned. 

Panting. The fluorescent lights seemed so homely in the aftershocks of this feeling. Left over in your core was the tingling of the orgasmic pain on your clit, now soft and bruised, but for good reason. 

"I really think there's something strange going on," you mentioned after a few minutes of calm silence. You softly scratched his scalp, combing through his soft hair while he purred at the feeling, reminding you of a cat. "This school seems off." 

"I'm tired," the Doctor said. "Work seems boring, now." 

"It's life or death," you pointed out. 

"Is it?"

"You're just fucked out, aren't you?" you pointed out again but with a laugh this time. 

"Yeah, you're probably right...probably." 

"I'm always right," you informed him. "The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will be." 

[tenth-doctor-whore]

Feast

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Summary: The Doctor decides that more than anything, he needs you to sit on him, and he needs to devour you. Word Count: 1.5K A/N: First fanfic and it's a smut, hope you guys enjoy!! GN reader with female anatomy. Feel free to request :) ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡

You and the Doctor had been dating for a little over a year now. Or, dating is the term you use. While there hadn’t been an official label put onto your relationship, it didn’t matter to you and the Time Lord. He didn’t confine to human social constructs anyways, but loved you all the same. He would press kisses on your head before running out of the TARDIS, little care in the world, other than you of course. His hand would constantly be on yours, trailing Gallifreyan that if you asked about he would get vague and change the subject. Occasionally, there would be quick pecks here and there, when his energy got high and he didn’t know how to contain himself. Other times, especially after close calls, he would be slow and needy. That’s how your first time went, a few months after platonic and romantic got blurred before you two. After a dozen (give or take, the Doctor doesn’t confine to schedules as much as you would think a Lord of Time would) or so adventures, he would take you the same way. Rarely needy, though that has happened as well. 

This was one of those times, and the Doctor was starved. Something about a scent somewhere on the last adventure and his nerves and body, something about an ancient Time Lord biology thing. It’s hard to think or understand his words as he quickly strips you down, taking you into the nearest room and unwrapping you like a gift he desperately craves, leaving you in just your underwear. Not that you’re complaining. His hands are all over you as he rambles, apologies here and there, but you reassure him lovingly. You cup his face, dragging him down on top of you as you passionately kiss him. His lips are soft, as you graze your teeth over his bottom lip, biting it to hear his noises. He lets out a soft gasp as your tongue makes his way into his mouth, undressing him when you can. Soon, after a few giggles, gasps, and his roaming hands that make it hard to get any progress, he’s down to his underwear too and showing. The Doctor sits up, straddling you onto the bed, as he looks them up and down, deciding his next course of action. His lips meet your neck, eyes fluttering shut as he nips gently, his tongue flicking out to taste their skin. Their breaths are needy, as he continues his trail down to your underwear, looking up to them with eyes dilated. 

“Y/N, I need you to trust me, alright?” His voice is slightly raspy, as if dehydrated. You give a slight nod, eyes half lidded as you look down at him. “I need you to sit on my face.” Your eyes snap open quickly as you sit up to look at him. You two have done oral before, but never like this. “I can’t- we can’t- you need to breathe. Isn’t it the same if you do it down there like normal?” He sits up as well, moving next to you and grazing your neck again, unable to stop himself from touching you for even a moment. “I said to trust me, right?” His teeth make his way to your ear, tugging on the lobe softly. “Are you against it?” You shake your head, heat pooling into your underwear at the thought, but concern tugging its way into your mind as well. “We can try.”

His smile widens as he repositions himself where he’s laying down, pulling you over him and quickly toying at your underwear with his teeth, which he quickly discards as well. Soon your sex is bare above him, and he’s staring like a man who is malnourished, your juices being his nectar. He starts marking up your thighs, unable to feast with how far up you’re positioned from him. Instead of giving him the satisfaction, you bite the inside of your cheek and start palming his cock over the fabric, hoping to satisfy him that way. You, frankly, were worried, as far as you knew Time Lords still need oxygen and probably shouldn’t have an entire human body’s weight on them. 

The Doctor groaned, head tilting back slightly, closer to your lower lips but still not close enough to do as he pleases. The hand, he knew, was a distraction, as of course they would be worried. They’re just that type of person. The Doctor grumbles as he grabs you by your thighs and drags you down closer, forcing you to properly straddle his face as his fingers dig into your soft skin. Another rough palm to his cock has him hitching his breath slightly. His breath fans over your wet pussy as he hums impatiently, knowing your tactics. 

“I meant what I said, darling. I want you to sit on my face, properly. I’ve survived a hell of a lot worse than suffocation, and this would be a hell of a way to die.” “I would rather you not die, Doctor-” You gasp out as he bites against your thigh again, silencing you. You palm against him more as his eyes flutter shut. He was so close to your sex, eager to taste it fully. He could feel the tension in your body, knowing he can turn you into a liquid under his touch if you would just let him. 

“Are you having second thoughts?” He asks gently, your consent being his topmost priority. You shake your head quickly, as he gives your thigh a squeeze, his hand warm and firm, urging you to settle down then. As you lower yourself gently, his eyes widen as he lets out a content hum. He could feel their weight and warmth engulfing him entirely. His tongue darts out, tracing the folds of their sex, spreading the wetness around entirely. He inhales deeply, taking in your scent, as he laps your juices up. His tongue is flicking and swirling, his hands reaching up to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading it, holding you into place as he feasts. He hums against you, his voice vibrating, as he manages out,

“be a darling and grab my sonic for me?”

Your legs are shaking slightly as you lean down to his discarded coat on the side of the bed, grabbing his sonic, trusting him like he said. It’s hard to think or move your limbs as his lips continue their relentless assault on your pussy. 

“What do you need the sonic for?” You gasp out, his tongue making his way inside your hole. His tongue is slightly longer than a human’s, reaching deeper than you thought it could. One of his hands comes off of your ass to guide you to hold the sonic to your clit. He pulls out just enough to respond.

“Hold the button there, and don’t stop, got it?”

You nod shakily as you do as he says, almost screaming out as it immediately vibrates directly on your clit. His tongue is back in you as well, mouth completely open as he makes quick work of you. Your body tenses as moans of his name flow out of your mouth like a symphony, unable to stop even if you tried. His hands are both back on your ass, so as you try to squirm away from overstimulation, he lets out a disapproving hum, keeping you there. Your core tightens, a large orgasm about to flow over you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. 

“Doctor please I’m about to-” You start babbling at this point, finding it hard to keep your mind straight. He speeds up as you completely tense, a wave crashing over you as you release on his face. The sonic is forgotten, dropped onto the bed during the intense feelings. You moan out loudly, body shaking, as he gently laps over your folds, taking up every drop. He eases your body down with his tongue, and soon your orgasm is done, body heavy and weightless at the same time. He taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to move when you’re ready, and you manage to get off of him and lay down onto the bed, still seeing slight stars. 

His face appears above yours, lips and chin dripping wet with your juices. He licks his lips with a grin, looking down at you before taking your lips in his gently. You can taste yourself, which makes you let out another soft moan. His hands trail your body, still worshiping your body through his touches. He pulls back, a soft smile on his face as he kisses your nose. 

“Didn’t die.” 

“Well, I almost did.” You laugh softly, legs feeling like jelly already. 

“We’re not done yet, Y/N.” He tsks, flicking your clit softly with his thumb, smiling wider as you flinch. He starts taking off his underwear as your breathing picks up slightly, already overstimulated from one orgasm but absolutely not going to stop him.

“There’s worse ways to die, right?” You say softly, closing your eyes as he starts to slowly insert himself.

[darlingsfandom]

“In The Land of Gods & Monsters”

kinktober day two.

pairing: The 10th doctor x fem reader!

tw: p in v, jerking off, nipple play!

He was taken back watching you lay there so peacefully for once. The way the sun glistened on your body showing off the water droplets made you look like a goddess. The doctor had promised you a vacation after the last trip almost got you killed.

The land was occupied by what most people would be considered monsters but that didn’t bother you. The place was almost like a garden of Eden but with taller trees, clearer water and no fruit. You had ran from the TARDIS as soon as the doors had opened , the warm sand on your bare feet since you had thrown your shoes off as fast as you could. It was as if there was a chemical floating around in the air that erased the stress from your brain.

“Enjoying yourself?” The doctor spoke up as he sat on a rock next to you as you gently floated in the water. Your eyes slowly opened before you decided to pull yourself up. The water slowly cascaded down your figure as you approached him from the water. Your hands rested on his knees making his breath hitch.

“What I need to enjoy myself is….” Your hand ran up his thigh making him place his hand over yours. “You.” Your lips parted slightly as you squeezed his thigh. He watched how your eyes grew darker, not what he remembered. Those weren’t your eyes, those weren’t your hands! They couldn’t be.

“If I got a little prettier, could I be your baby?” You asked laying your head on his shoulder.

“What? You’re very pretty! Why would I think other wise?” The doctor cupped your chin making you look at him. He studied your face and everything he knew about you had disappeared. His sweet companion was taken over by whatever was in the water. The thing was, it was still you, everything was still you but you didn’t feel like you!

“Then why won’t you fuck me!” Your lips pouted in a way that made his hearts break. His thumb ran over your lips and you captured it in your mouth. You sucked gently making him tilt his head. He thought about where the two of you had landed and it dawned on him. This was you! The side he had never seen, this planet, this land is where other creatures came to honeymoon and mate! It’s the water! You had been soaking in the water for awhile and your darkest desires had been brought to life.

“I can’t fuck you … you know that!” He ran his fingers through your hair making you whine. You tilted your head and begged with your eyes as you gripped his legs.

“But why!!” You pleaded .

“Because if I do I won’t be able to stop!” He grabbed your arms and looked back into your eyes. Both of you stayed silent until a soft breeze blew making you feel like you were on fire since all your hormones were racing. Your lips sealed the deal making his eyes widen before closing to enjoy the taste of your lips. You moved your lips against his slowly making his hands moved up and down your back before he grabbed onto your hips. The squeeze earned him a moan from you as you started to grind against him. The doctor couldn’t believe that you had been hiding this side.

“Please doctor ! I need you.” You whimpered as you continued to rut against him. He watched you carefully before helping you stand up, he pulled your wet clothes off and set them aside. His hands guided you to lay down on top of the wet clothes and he got on top of you. His eyes locked in on yours as he leaned down to kiss you like this was movie. His kisses were soft and sweet but your hormones wanted more. Your legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in as he moved his lips down your jawline to your neck making sure to pepper kisses everywhere since it got you going. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples gently and sucked as he used his free fingers to rub your nipple slowly. It was exactly what you’ve been wanting.

“Doctor!” You moaned quietly while running your fingers through his hair. His eyes shot open to look at the face of pure ecstasy you were making as he switched between your nipples. He was so gentle with you until he felt you squeeze her legs harder around him.

“Don’t you worry , I got you.” He mumbled between your breasts before he sat up a little to undo his belt. You sat on your elbows to watch him undo his pants and your eyes went wide.

“Oh my… doctor! What have you been hiding from me?” You reached down between your bodies to gently stroke his cock which made him whimper! He actually whimpered! The doctor was captivated by how you felt stroking him.

“I didn’t know… how good that would feel.” He whispered before you spit in your hand and went back to stroking his cock making him roll his eyes back to enjoy the feeling. You watched him with sultry eyes. The doctor grabbed your hand and removed it before kissing your knuckles. Both of you smiled until he moved to align his cock with your cunt. The juices leaking out of you was a clear sign that you were ready and he took his time slowly sliding into you. Your nose scrunched a little as your nails dug at his arms making him hiss.

“Doctor ! Fuck!” You whined as he bottomed out in you. He looked down into your eyes making you blush. His palms went flat against the rock as he lifted his hips a little and started thrusting into you. His movements were gentle , loving and filling which made you grab his face to pull him in for a kiss that turned heated as you ran your tongue over his bottom lip. The doctor parted his lips to allow you to slip your tongue in his mouth.

He moved his hands down to your hips and gripped them tighter as he started fucking you harder.

“Don’t stop doctor!” You pulled on his hair making him groan. The two of you were going at it like you’ve dreamed off many times. He fucked you faster making your toes curl in the air as he lifted your hips so he could go deeper, it was as if the doctor was finally relaxed enough to let it all go. He moaned out your name as he hit that sweet spot for you.

“Oh, I don’t think I can hold back much longer.” He panted as his thrusts became messy. You knew what was about to happen so you wrapped your legs as tight as you could around him making sure he could fill you up. He shook his head at you before he felt his orgasm hit him making him shake a little above you!

A rush of nerves hit you as your own orgasm was on the edge. He panted above you as he emptied his cum deep inside of your wet cunt. Your hands gripped his arms tightly as you screamed out in pleasure making some birds fly from the trees around you. Both of you laughed as you came down from the high!

“Come on, let’s get you back inside and cleaned up so I can take care of you.” The doctor slowly pulled out, grabbed your hand and helped you up as you grabbed your clothes.

“Doctor? Do you feel like we’re being watched?” You asked as followed him back to the TARDIS.

“Oh dear, this is the lands of Gods and Monsters, of course we’re being watched.” He kissed your cheek as you walked back in to the familiar safe space. The doctor wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.

“Doctor?” You turned on your heel to see him smiling.

“Yes?”

“We have to come here more often!” You smiled at him before he cupped your face and kissed you hard enough to make you melt. In the land of gods and monsters you truly were his angel.

[shuichiakainx]

Matt yesterday with his mother Lynne, together to celebrate Christmas 🎄💕

[skiller0dani]

Doctor Who Masterlist

M A S T E R L I S T Other Masterlist

💦= NSFW 🤤= NSFW Mentions ❤️= Requested

TEN

COMING SOON

ELEVEN

GOING HOME💦

[the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl]

STOOOOOOOOOP I am SO done with my ADHD coz I can't watch house in the UK I decided to re watch doctor who (I started on when the doctor and Donna re-found each other, 10th doctor not 14th btw ) and NOW I'm obsessed with a traumatized, golden retriever vibes man in a little blue box.......

AGAIN

[randomcreator-09]

If you've seen my masterlist, you've probably seen four new fics on the work.

Which one should be released first?

Masterlist here 🐧

Like this post to get tagged on the fic

[littldoctor]

Doctor who - S2E10 - Love & Monsters