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Jealousy [13th Doctor x Reader]

A/N: After discussions on Discord about that dark look 13 gets in her eyes when she's pissed off, this fic came to fruition. Fem!reader with some graphic smut past the 'Keep Reading' line, you have been warned!

“Hey kiddo, what are you drinking?”

You looked away from the lights surrounding the bar to land your gaze on Graham who sat in the stool beside you, setting his glass of what looked like whisky down on the counter. You laughed, covering your mouth.

“That’s creative, Earth alcohol.”

“Hey, I’m not killing myself with some alien spirit. Could kill me, not that you seem to care.” He looked pointedly at the glass of bright blue and black liquid that your hand was wrapped around.

You supposed he was right, you didn’t really care about alien alcohol killing you, the Doctor’s reckless adventurism getting to your personality after a few years by her side.

“I was feeling brave, what can I say? Glad for bartenders who understand human metabolism though, Cucio says some of these things could kill people like us.”

Graham chuckled, nodding as he sipped his drink and you did the same.

“I’m being conservative for good reason, then.”

“Hey gang!” Your heart stopped when the Doctor appeared out of thin air, shaking both of your shoulders while Ryan held onto her drink.

The bright grin on her face made you smile just a little, amused by how energetic she seemed despite the chilled tones of the establishment you were all in.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Doc.”

“Sure am, Graham, it’s great here! Oh, I’ve had that one before, you’ll be dead in the morning!” She almost giggled at the sight of your drink before moving onto her next target.

Yaz was coming out of the bathroom and clearly needed a drunk Doctor to give her some tips on something you couldn’t quite hear. It was an amusing sight, the drunk Doc raving to Yaz about something that her mind had cooked up and likely didn’t make sense to the other.

“The Doctor is certainly a happy drunk.”

“That’ll wear off soon, pretty sure hangovers are universal.” Ryan laughed, disappearing to help Yaz deal with the drunk Timelord who was starting to talk to more than her friends.

Soon enough, when Graham headed for the TARDIS for an early night, you were left alone at the bar with your black and blue drink, enjoying the warming feeling it gave you on the way down. Your friends had gone missing from your eyeline a while ago, leaving you to ponder the alien bar and remind yourself every so often of where the TARDIS was sitting.

It was unlikely you’d be able to rely on the Doctor for that information after all she had had to drink.

The cold feeling on your fingers from the glass they were wrapped around was welcome, cooling you down amongst the hordes of people that still filled the bar and seemed to increase with every few minutes. You could only hope that it expanded with capacity – that was an alien thing, right?

After a few minutes of focusing on the glitter in your drink that made it look like a galaxy, a voice cut through the noise of the alcohol and the bar, forcing you to lift your head and hone your gaze on the definitely-not-a-human-being sitting on the stool that Graham had previously occupied.

How many hours ago was that? You weren’t entirely certain.

“Hi there.”

“Hey, enjoying your evening?”

“Yes, I am. You know these drinks aren’t safe for humans, how many of those Black Holes have you had?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the mention of the drink’s name, remembering when you chose it because it sounded cool. Looking to your glass, you noticed it was still full. Surely you were halfway through it by now?

“I’m not sure. They’re strong.” You laughed, your mind feeling a bit more than fuzzy now as you smiled at the being, finding your eyes trailing the scales that covered them. “Cool skin.”

Another laugh and there was a hand on your thigh. Maybe. You weren’t sure it was a hand yet but didn’t have the presence of mind to look at it, simply smiling at the being beside you.

“I’m Y/N, by the way. What’s your name, alien guy? ET?”

The alcohol was getting to your words now, numbing your senses to the arm around your waist and the scaled red face that was now much closer to yours.

“An emotional piece of human entertainment, I’ll admit. Let’s get out of here, little thing.” His whisper shivered down your spine even when you still didn’t fully comprehend his words, simply nodding along in agreement and finding your feet on solid ground again.

The bar whisked past you until you and the red alien had cleared the mass of others in the room, the being telling a joke that made you laugh genuinely. You guessed that it was genuine anyway, you had always been a very honest drunk, after all.

That was until his hand dropped from yours and your mind was forced to focus on witnessing the red alien thrown against a wall, the solid surface cracking under his weight and the power of the throw.

“Prey on some other human or better yet, leave this bar and hunt somewhere else before I skin you instead, flesh-eating filth.” Your mind sobered up somewhat at the sound of the Doctor’s threat and you looked at her with an owlish stare, about to speak only to be dragged by the wrist towards the TARDIS, stumbling a few times in an attempt at keeping up with her.

The doors opened with a slam that you knew would wake up Graham, somewhere in the recesses of your alcohol-soaked brain. You tripped again as the Doctor dragged you to the medical bay and grabbed a syringe already set up on the counter.

Her hand slammed over your mouth to keep you quiet before the needle went into your arm, the sharp shock of whatever was in it bringing your vision back from the blurry brink. The Doctor’s eyes came into focus, her expression angry from what your recovering brain could determine.

You wanted to say something to ease whatever she was angry about. Not much made the Doctor angry so it must have been important, and you felt bad that you’d caused it. As bad as your drunk self could feel.

But she hadn’t uncovered your mouth yet, still eyeing you carefully. Then she finally spoke.

“You were flirting with that predator. You were flirting with a creature who was about to take you back to his cave and skin you alive to eat your insides. You were flirting.” She repeated the word again.

Maybe in case you hadn’t heard her properly, but you did. Jeez, the Doctor really sobered up fast.

Whatever cocktail of drugs that was in the syringe had wiped the drunk symptoms from your mind, leaving you just a confused human. Gesturing to the hand still tightly wrapped around your mouth, you glared at the Doctor, nipping one of her fingers as a threat and breathing deeply when she let go, glaring at you too.

“You bit me!”

“I grazed you. How was I supposed to know he wanted to eat my flesh? He was just a guy.”

“An alien guy! This is why I don’t let you go off on your own, you’ll get yourself killed by flirting with other aliens!”

You laughed, rubbing a hand over your face.

“You don’t control me, Doctor, I’m not your human pet. Me and the others, we do actually have functioning adult minds, we don’t need babysit- wait, what do you mean other aliens?” You frowned, realising what she had said and backing up quickly when you saw her eyes change at the question.

You were crowded against the wall, the few inches of height the Doctor had on you making it difficult to look at her. She was too close and your eyes hurt enough already.

“Doctor?” You called her name hesitantly, resting a hand on her jacket which was quickly pinned against the wall with a strong grip, the Timelord’s mouth hovering over yours now.

“You know what I mean. Getting drunk and flirting with another alien when we both know it’s me that you really think about. Putting hearts around my name in your notebook, touching yourself with my name in your mouth, stealing my clothes. And you thought I wouldn’t get mad at your flirting?”

Your breath caught in your throat at the words she was saying. Shit, the Doc knew everything. She’d seen your notebook, you thought she wouldn’t notice the missing clothes but clearly you were wrong, wait-

“You were eavesdropping on me!?”

“You flirted with a guy who wanted to kill you, I think I get leeway here!”

“You listened to me masturbate, Doctor, there’s no leeway for that!”

“Well at least we’ve established this is mutual.” The Doctor muttered the last part and then you were being lifted up against the wall with ease, her lips crushing yours as she took charge of the situation.

“Doctor, what are you-” You tried to speak between the rough presence of her lips, gripping her coat at the shock of being smothered by the Timelord.

The Doctor stopped momentarily, dark eyes staring you down. She was completely still despite the clear desperation on her face, her gaze softened as she realised she might have gone too fast. That was your Doctor getting through, too caring for her own good.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You knew she would if you told her to but you didn’t, the shock wearing off as you gripped her suspenders to keep her close to your body.

“I never said that.”

In seconds, your legs were wrapped around her waist and she was carrying you out of the medical bay and straight to her bedroom, which the TARDIS helpfully relocated so the Doctor could lay you out on her bed sooner. Soon after, her coat was shed and your shirt was gone, the Timelord looming over you with a hunger in her gaze you’d never seen before.

“Jesus, Doc, you really know how to make a girl breathless, huh?”

“You haven’t seen the half of it, darling.” She laughed, settling between your legs on the bed and running her hands down the front of your bra to unzip it.

The touch of her hands had your chest heaving and once you were exposed, you had to avoid the Doctor’s gaze to keep from burning up. A red flush spread from your cheeks to your neck, embarrassment intense.

“Aren’t you a bit overdressed? Feeling exposed here, Doc.”

“You’re meant to be, that’s the way I want you.” She smirked and your heart skipped a beat when her hands moved to your shorts and stripped them from your legs, soft lips meeting yours again as she loomed over you.

You hadn’t expected anything like this to happen as a result of flirting with a seemingly harmless alien but soon enough, your underwear was gone and the Doctor was half naked, mouthing your clit with skill you didn’t know she had.

“Ah shit, Doctor, how are you so- so good-” You moaned breathily, biting your fist to keep from getting louder and making a noise of protest when she moved away from your core.

Watching her trail kisses from your stomach to your lips, you moaned at the taste of yourself on her mouth, still panting from exertion. It wasn’t long before she pulled away though.

“Half instinct and half listening to you wail at your own touch, so I know what makes you feel good,” She purred like a content tiger, the lights of her room making her eyes look golden, “now if you’re going to keep quieting your moans then I’m going to give you something more useful to occupy your mouth.”

You looked at her with slightly widened eyes and barely got out a ‘what?’ before her trousers were gone and she had moved you to lie above her, your mouth hovering over her newfound lady parts. Her grip on your behind distracted you from the temptation to lick the Doctor all over.

“This is a two-way street, darling.” She told you between placing kisses everywhere but the area you wanted them to go, forcing your focus again as you latched your mouth onto her clit, feeling the Doc do the same.

Within a few minutes you were shaking on her tongue and fingers as she did the same against your mouth, both of you basking in the shock to your nerve-endings until the Doctor was able to speak, her voice as breathless as you were sure yours would be.

“Well, that was new.” She mused before you were flipped underneath her with fast hands, the blonde woman hovering over your face with a smirk.

“You deserve a reward, darling.” Was all you heard until she put you to bed after multiple orgasms, your mind barely comprehending her movements as she packed away both your clothes somewhere you couldn’t see, coming back to lie beside you. Her arm wrapped around your waist when she kissed your forehead.

“Sleep now, I’ve got you.”

The low hum of the TARDIS whirring woke you the next morning. After a few years of travelling with the Doctor, you still weren’t quite used to that sound.

The lights in her room were a faint blue now unlike the golden they were last night but when you opened your eyes and placed your hand on the wall, the old girl faded them to purple, knowing it was your preferred night-time colour.

“Morning, pussy cat.” You teased the purring ship before looking around the room for your clothes, finding them missing.

You thought about waking the Doctor to ask her but when you looked over your shoulder, she was still sleeping peacefully. You didn’t want to disturb her just yet with how little sleep you knew she got already.

Slipping out from the bed carefully, you snuck some of the Doc’s underwear to cover your privates before wrapping up in her long coat that was thrown on the floor carelessly from the night before.

Your trainers were the only item of clothing still visible so you stepped into those too, shutting the door quietly behind you to find the console room a lot closer than you remembered. All three sets of eyes landed on you as the others were already awake, eyeing the bruises that littered your neck.

“Didn’t know the Doc had it in her.” Yaz mused as Graham and Ryan looked away from your loosely covered body out of respect.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her comment.

“Yeah, neither did I.”

Jealousy could really alter a personality.

36 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 17:47:49 GMT

Cegan Hogwarts!AU

“I thought I would be a Hufflepuff! I can’t believe this, Enid.”

“I can believe it. There’s something dangerous in that pretty blue eye of yours, little Grimes.”

“Professor Negan, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you approach. I wasn’t insulting Slytherin, sir, I promise-”

“Spare me the lies, little Grimes, you’re as bad at telling them as your father was. You should be in class.”

“Yes, Professor, sir, sorry.”

36 notes • Posted 2021-01-30 21:51:41 GMT

STARKER FESTIVALS SUMMER BINGO 2021 (masterpost)

WEDDING DATE

“Baby, the date doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“Yes it does!”

“Peter, you’ve made the invitations perfect, the flowers perfect, the outfits perfect, you’ve made everything perfect. The date doesn’t have to be too.”

“Say that again and I’ll find another groom.”

“Take your time, honey.”

40 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 13:08:27 GMT

STARKER FESTIVALS SUMMER BINGO 2021 (masterpost link)

SPY AU

Tony Stark hated Peter Parker and Peter Parker hated Tony Stark. They had been at odds since Peter showed up as the newest hacker in the department, sneering at each other and complaining about the other person to whoever else would listen. Ever since their first assignment working together ended, with Tony almost dying because of Peter’s false instructions in his ear, the two had fought from other ends of the room every time they saw each other. But when Peter is sent on a field mission with Tony to hack the private servers of a major secure banking facility, their hatred turns into something a little softer as they spend the night in the same safe-house.

45 notes • Posted 2021-06-12 12:50:38 GMT

STARKER FESTIVALS SUMMER BINGO 2021 (linked to masterpost)

LOCKED IN A CLOSET

Peter watched as Tony tried blasting the door with his repulsors, ready for another yell of frustration from the man when it didn’t work, which came not long after. Resting his head between his knees with a sigh, he ran a hand through the back of his hair.

“It’s not opening from the inside, Tony, give it up.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t launched us in here-”

“-I saved your life, that big tentacle thing was coming at you!”

“I had it handled. You stuck your nose in where it didn’t belong and now we’re stuck in this vault with no way of getting out.” Tony argued, throwing his arms up in exasperation before he started to pace the room again, face red from the anger Peter guessed he was feeling.

The younger man sighed. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. He was just trying to save Tony from getting wiped out by a damn alien. He’d already had to make himself a new arm and eye, he didn’t need to be replacing any more body parts.

The vault was just the only direction he could throw them both in.

He was sure it wouldn’t be long before they were saved from the locked vault. That alien was big but very primitive, the rest of the team would outsmart it and then they could escape. He hoped.

After a few minutes of pacing, he was glad when Tony deactivated his suit like the younger had done. Now all they could do was wait, hearing the dull blasts of weapons on the other side of the thick metal walls.

It gave Peter time to get lost in his thoughts while he looked over at the man. He was just wearing a band shirt and sweats, the call to help had come while they were training so he didn’t have time to change, neither did Peter now that he thought about it.

Suddenly he was glad he didn’t wear his shorts to training today, he’d feel even more anxious around the man if he was wearing those.

He wasn’t sure when he’d started noticing Tony’s clothes looking tight on his chest or when that started bringing up feelings even worse than his face. He used to just be Peter’s mentor but as he grew up after the Blip, hanging out with the team more and seeing Tony at the re-built compound more often, he could feel himself getting flustered whenever the other man touched his shoulder or ruffled his hair.

Now he was twenty-six and Tony looked the same as he did when he was brought out of suspended animation. He was older, but he hadn’t aged and it made Peter suspicious of the blue serum he saw him inject when he thought he wasn’t there. His one blue eye was just something he’d gotten used to after the doctor’s implanted the tech to give Tony his sight back, but that serum gave him chills.

He hadn’t asked about it yet, but stuck in a vault for a while, he finally brought it up.

“What are you injecting?”

“What? What are you talking about?” Tony turned his face to him, scarring still present under his chin where he didn’t care about it.

He looked confused, like he hadn’t caught onto Peter’s knowledge yet.

“The blue stuff I saw you inject last week. What is it?” There it was, a twinge by his eye that showed he knew what he was talking about.

“I didn’t know you were watching me. It’s nothing, just something to help with my heart function.”

“Is it drugs?”

“What- no, Peter, you know I’m clean, you’ve seen my records.”

“Then what is it?” The younger insisted, watching for any sign of lies in Tony’s face when he watched his vibranium fingers flex as he moved them on his knee.

“It keeps me younger, so I don’t age.”

Peter frowned, sitting forward to pay attention now. He didn’t understand why Tony would try to prevent himself from aging. He was healthy, he could grow old without issue now. In the back of his mind, it sounded like a blessing for Peter’s feelings for the man.

They could have more time together, he could learn more from the man. If Tony felt the same way for him, it wouldn’t be so controversial anymore...

He didn’t mention that last part, though, crossing his arms over his chest and observing the man.

“Why are you taking it?”

There was hesitance in Tony’s demeanour. Peter could feel it in the air. His senses were blaring in his ears that Tony could be a danger, but he knew he wouldn’t be. A few beats of quiet passed them, only the thumping and dulled yelling sounds from outside filling their surroundings, before Tony finally answered him.

“I’m taking it- I’m taking it for you, I’m taking it so I don’t get older and become too old for you... so I’m allowed to have feelings for you.” He muttered the last part, but Peter heard it, of course, his hearing picking it up.

Feelings... oh, Peter couldn’t breathe. His heart was racing now. Tony... Tony felt the same way.

“I- you-”

“I know, you can say it. I’m disgusting, I’m too old for you, it’s like I’ve groomed you.” Tony sighed, keeping his head down and his gaze away from Peter while he rubbed his forehead.

Peter could sense his stress, he could feel it in his bones, and he hated it. Tony was in pain because he thought he was bad for liking him, but Peter liked him just as much and he wasn’t ashamed of that. He wouldn’t be.

After a moment of contemplation about his potential courses of action here, Peter got up, kneeling down in front of Tony and giving him a soft kiss, cupping his face with one hand.

He wanted Tony to understand, to realise it was okay, and he felt relief flood him when the older man kissed him back, his red and black arm snaking around Peter’s waist until he was pulled close to his side.

It was like one of Peter’s dreams. Tony’s lips were rough and tasted of coffee. He smelled like the oil he used in his workshop. His hand gripping at his waist brought him grounding and Peter let out a content sigh when Tony pulled away finally, his brown eye dilated like he was seeing something he loved as he stared at Peter.

“I plan on doing that a lot from now on.”

“Me too.” Peter laughed with a smile, kissing him again as the vault door finally opened to let them out.

47 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 18:10:43 GMT

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