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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 11th Doctor x F!Reader

❝𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦.❞

Summary: The Doctor doesn't need sex, just you

Warnings: Grinding, P in V sex, hints of sub!Doctor

Words: 1K

A/N: HAHAHA I'm back!! I had this scenario rotting in my brain and I needed to get it out. This does take place in Stranger in a Strange Land, but this fic can be read as a stand-alone!

The Doctor has no need for romance. Eons spent traveling the cosmos trying to save everyone from destruction leaves little room for trivial things. His need for sex is even lower.

“Please,” a breathy whine, a slight gasp. The Doctor’s hands gripped the cloth of the bedsheets in hopes he could gain control of his erratic heaving. Everything’s too hot, too much. Despite the tops of his shirt being undone and his jacket laying on the floor, his bodily temperature keeps rising, “There’s people in the other room—”

His voice ended with a pitched cry as your fingers went to the zipper of his pants. Light pressure from your fingers sent his mind into a frenzy. A mix of cold dread and pure excitement pools in his chest all the way down. The Doctor could easily stop your hands. One word and you would step back.

Sex isn’t important, he doesn’t crave it. Plenty of beautiful men and women have thrown themselves at his feet and he spared them no glance. From powerful queens to cheeky immortals. Hell, even his own companions have tried and ultimately failed to garner any carnal desire from him.

The Doctor tightened his hold on the bed when you moved to hover above his lap. Your perfume invades his nose and your hand cups his burning face. He couldn’t help but stare helplessly at your face. Your beautiful, terrifying face.

“Yet you don’t want me to stop,” it was a casual statement. No tremors or wavers in your voice; it was the truth. You place the palm of your hand on his flushed chest, sliding up and around the back of his neck, “I can taste your desire.”

He curses your ability to understand his body. How your hands ignite a path of fire wherever they caress. How your searing kiss to the tender spot on his neck makes him emit pathetic noise at the back of throat. How you press your clothed core on his lap and he jumps. His hands find the curve of your waist, pushing downwards for any relief to your cruel torture. He hates how your breathy laugh makes his pants tighter.

“Please,” another whine.

Your smile shows no mercy, “Please what, Doctor?”

The way his name slips out of your mouth with a hint of cruelty, a dash of need, sends him in a spiral. You hands busy themselves with unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, making sure to trail your hands down his chest to his pelvis. The palms of your hands are cool against his flushed skin. He feels everything from the drumming of his two hearts to the slick accumulating on top of his pants.

The Doctor doesn't need sex.

“I need you, love. Please—” your hips ground on him once more, nearly jumbling his speech “ —fuck me.”

Who were you to deny your beloved Doctor?

Grabbing his flushed face, you preoccupied his senses with the taste of your lips. The Doctor melted into you, eagerly meeting your kiss with equal vigor. His mind was close to blanking, something he never thought possible. It seemed the longer you indulged him the more dopamine seemed to numb his consciousness.

You tangle into him until there’s no distinction from your body to his. Every gasp he emits makes you shiver. Every moan you slip makes The Doctor want to flip you over and show you how cruel you’ve been.

Pulling back, you take a look at The Doctor’s disheveled appearance. Pride swells in your chest seeing the almighty Doctor submit to your whims with just a kiss. The air tastes of his need and your spine tingles from The Doctor’s unspoken trust in you. A silent prayer; trust that you will alleviate the ache in his chest and underneath your lap.

Sex was never something he needed. He can live without the intimacy of another. He’s done it for centuries so why not a century longer?

“Doctor,” your eyes close and brows furrow. The sound of your whine permeates the fog of his mind and zero in on the bliss on your face.

The tension in your face relaxes and you allow yourself to give into the pleasure. The Doctor can't help but marvel at your expression.

He can’t go a century longer. Not after meeting you—fucking you until neither of you can choke a sentence. The moment you allowed him to bury himself between your thighs, he knew sex wasn't something he craved. Sex in itself wasn't what he wanted.

No, what he wanted—needed—was you. How could he not? His body craves the love you pour into each drag of your finger. Your lingering kiss on his jaw that tingles for seconds after. A cheeky grin and a promise sealed with a wink.

The sight of your undoing, all because of him is what he wants. Tossing your head back, screaming his name until you finally stop trembling. How you cling onto him like he’s the only solid thing in the world.

Selfishly, he only wants your pleasure and nothing else.

“I love this,” a hushed confession; a bright smile on your face, “I love you.”

Your words send fire into his blood. No matter how many times that phrase has been uttered, it still makes his two hearts stop.

Air hits The Doctor’s length and you are delighted in the hiss he lets out. You move your soaked underwear to the side and allow The Doctor to buck his hips up. The head of his cock nudges your entrance and you have to bite down a groan.

“How do you want it, hm?” you dip close to his ear to ensure he never misses a word. Lining up his length towards your center, you delight in his stuttered breathing, “Slow and gentle?”

You dropped your hips downward and watched as The Doctor’s head tilted back, baring his throat to you. Your cunt stretches to accommodate the intrusion, but the pleasure it brings lights the fire in your stomach. Reaching for the back of The Doctor’s head, you force his head up.

Wild green eyes stare back at you. You imagined your expression is no different.

“Or do you prefer I fuck you instead?”

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shuichiakainx · 23 days

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Matty in New York 🖤

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c0ffinshit · 7 months

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I Can See You (11th Doctor x Reader) Smut Oneshot

a/n: welcome to the first part of my short story collection called “The Doctor Will See You Now.” i hope you all as excited as i am! word count: 3,833 warnings: teachers au, fluff, soulmate au (if you squint), little dialogue, age gap, mentions of sex and masturbation before the smut, praise kink, vanilla cunnilingus

"And we kept everything professional, but something's changed, it's something I like. They keep watchful eyes on us, so it's best that we move fast and keep quiet." - Taylor Swift

1956, somewhere towards the tail end of England, a doctor sits at his desk, looking over at the same pieces of papers. Homework from his first batch of classes. He puts his hands on his face. Sure, every teacher should be worried about the brilliance of their students. But that wasn’t what he was worried about. He was apprehensive about his newly hired teaching assistant, (Y/N) (L/N).

He thought you were a bright young woman, keeping your hair neat and all your clothes clean and ironed. He always wanted to keep his distance from you. So he doesn’t repeat what happened with his past teaching assistant. The Doctor wanted a clean record. He pushes away from his desk in his chair, finally getting ready to go home. But his mind began to wander.

Earlier in the day, you spoke with him about a future project, seeing who would be willing to participate and pass it. When the end of the conversation came to a head, you giggled at one of his attempts at a joke. You pull at your skirt a little. He notices more of your thigh, including a small accidental flash of your undergarments. It just happened. He didn’t want to make you more nervous than you seemed, so he didn’t speak to anyone about it. A secret he could have all to himself. Something to ruin with his own sick and twisted imagination. Innocent, turned dirty by his own hand.

You sat alone in your apartment, as you always did. There wasn’t much to do when all you could do was think about that Doctor. His smile, the way his eyes would focus on you when you spoke. It was always those little things that drove you mad about him. You began to wonder what he thought of you. Did he think you were pretty? Did he want you to wear shorter skirts again?

You thought about spying on your neighbors again.

You pull the blanket closer to your chest as you get up and listen to your neighbors, an older married couple. Typically, you would study them silently, a cup to the wall, taking notes of everything they did together. Tonight wasn’t any different. The wife was cooking dinner for him, kissing and making one another laugh. Them being as intimate as you imagined yourself with the Doctor.

A few months before you met him, you studied day and night. Your dream of working at a college was on the horizon. When the day finally came, you walked up to the stage and accepted your fate as an English professor. As you looked for jobs, your heart began to sink deeper and deeper into your chest. It didn’t seem like anyone was looking to hire a fresh-out-of-college English teacher anywhere.

Suddenly, you find a job at a college as a teaching assistant. An assistant? You went to school for six years, and the only job available at a college was a teaching assistant. With a defeated sigh, you called the college and scheduled an interview. After said interview, it took them a few days to finally get back to you about the job. Once you opened your mailbox for the fourth time that week, a letter accepting you into their system greeted you. It contains the usual things, even saying you would be working with the Doctor, the most respectable man in the institution’s history.

The Doctor quietly shut the door of his pearl-white car. After hopping from century to decade to millennium, he thought it would be time to slow down and get serious about what he wanted. Sex wasn’t crucial, but the Doctor wanted something to call his own. Having a lover in his life wasn’t that important either, but he wanted you more than anything. The Doctor never wanted someone that bad before. He was tired of running, walking, and time-traveling. A hot cup of tea and you were all he needed.

The key turns with his hand, turning the car on with a small ding. He wanted to go anywhere but back to the TARDIS. The TARDIS was lonely and quiet, filled with knobs and future technology. The only other place he knew was your apartment. Your apartment had old books, statues of pilgrim girls, and a TV that didn’t have many channels. The place smelled of old wax long melted away, and cracks in the plaster lined almost every wall. Your apartment felt like it could cave in at a moment’s notice. But in his mind, he would rather spend the rest of his night in a place with thin walls and the same few reruns on the same few channels than a place he called home for so many years.

So that settles it. The Doctor backs out of his spot in the large parking lot, turning left towards the exit gate.

You had actually met the Doctor long before you had ever realized. When you were in your later high school years, the new science teacher had gone missing a few days before the school was set to open for classes. The Doctor had been on his own for a while by this point. Amelia and Rory had died at the dreadful hands of a weeping angel, unable to enjoy any of his new misadventures. Before Clara, the Doctor knew that the absence of Rory and Amelia would send him down a path of risky choices and, ultimately, his own new pain to heal, as a fresh wound would cross over a scar. In almost a manic state, he thought he could pull off being a high school teacher. But not any teacher, your new science teacher. A part of him thought this would be an easy way to find a new companion one way or another. Whether it be a teacher looking for a new way to spice up their life or a young woman looking for a new boy to fawn over. The Doctor was a shoo-in for the job with mature teaching ability but with a kind, funnier side, keeping the topics of biology and chemistry light with jokes and foxy comments.

One of the few things he remembers about that year was when you talked to your friends. Quiet whispers during class would quickly become loud, bombastic laughter the minute the bell rang. He only listened when the conversation would turn to your secret crush on him. Your friends nudged you during group work whenever his eye lingered on you. The way they giggled when he made a vaguely inappropriate joke. But that was your friends; you were a different story. It was clear to him that you were smart, just purposely failing for one reason or another. Whenever he would pull you aside to speak about it, your eyes would glaze over as you watched his eyes sink into yours. The minute the conversation ended, you would run off to hide until your next class. You wondered why you couldn’t be normal about him. The Doctor was two years older than you, or so he said. But it could be that wrong, could it?

Your hands continued to pull up the blanket, pulling it over your head. At this point, you didn’t want to be reminded how much you desired the Doctor. How badly you wanted him to wrap his arms around you or whisper sweet nothing to you as your eyes fluttered shut. Still, you can’t help but listen. The couple is eating dinner peacefully, talking about their days at work. But out of your window, you see the Doctor’s car pull up just outside your building.

As he finally pulls up to your apartment building, he sees you with your orange blanket over your head, leaning against the wall. The Doctor glances up, watching you and thinking about the massive mistake he is making. The wind pushes his hair out of his face.

‘This can’t be the right thing to do.’ He thought as he opened the car door anyway. He continues looking up. That’s when your eyes meet his. You move away from the wall and walk to the window, looking down at him.

Panic sets in. As if you had summoned him using your mind into your apartment’s parking lot. The second you look back out the window, the Doctor is gone. The panic feeling suddenly gets worse. You sit back down on the couch, trying to avoid the future sound of a doorbell ringing. Your ears lead back to your neighbors, still eating and laughing.

Your doorbell buzzes, followed shortly by another buzz. The last thing you needed was a big, grand scene in your loud apartment building. The Doctor stands outside your door, waiting. He thought about how impatient he would be if this were any other person. If there’s one thing the Doctor knew about being alive, it was that time moved so much slower than ever. But as he thought, the Doctor realized the faint feeling of calm whenever he thought about you. That’s why he could never get mad at you for not answering the door. The two hearts in his chest beat like one. As the Doctor fidgeted with his fingers, soft rain crawled against the glass of your window, still not letting the poor man in.

‘This is a bad idea, right?’ The Doctor thinks as he opens the door to your apartment building and walks up each step.

The Doctor knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer. It's not like he can leave you after scaring you like that. The Doctor almost doubts you will answer the door, leaving him in his soaking wet clothes. He shakes his head. You are one of the sweetest people the Doctor has ever known. In his mind, you are the reason he kept running. Not to save the world across multiple timelines with different companions each time, shedding his skin every so often. But to find you every time, in every universe, and in the same apartment building.

You look over to the door again, still thinking about opening it. The series of unfortunate events goes as follows in your mind: You get up from the couch and open the door to the Doctor just awkwardly standing there; the two of you break out into a conversation about what he happens to be doing at your apartment on a Saturday night after work, he proclaims his love for you and you, out of fear, reject him. The Doctor goes on a big rant about how you should really give him a chance. But by this point, you can only hear your heart beating, so you slam the door in his face.

I mean, isn’t that the way it always goes?

Sure, you did actually like him, but it was not like you were planning on telling him anytime soon. It's not like you feared his reaction; the Doctor isn’t exactly at the top of the scariest individuals ever. And yet, your legs pick up for your body from the couch and walk over the door. You place your hand gingerly on the doorknob, turning it slowly.

‘This is a bad idea, right?’ You think as you open the door.

Upon opening the door, the Doctor’s head pops his head up. He smiles. You try to avoid his gaze, unlike how you did when you were a schoolgirl.

"Fancy seeing you here." You mumble.

The Doctor’s hand twitches as he hears you speak. It felt so good hearing your voice again, even though he had heard it earlier that day. You shyly look up, still avoiding direct eye contact. The Doctor’s eyes softly as he sees you look up. He could sense how nervous you were, but he wanted to tell you he wasn’t there to hurt you. In his arms, he would make everything feel good. "Listen, um," The Doctor started, trying to keep his thoughts in one place.

"I wanted to come here and say…" The Doctor’s voice trails off. He doesn’t know how to put this.

"You love me?" You reply, trying to keep your voice down.

The Doctor didn’t think it would be that clear that the feeling was that obvious. It didn’t help how you said it, so matter-of-fact, which you didn’t detect. Maybe you did know that you pulled your skirt as a sign of flirting.

That part was valid that, over time, you had been flirting with the idea of being with the Doctor. Including playing with your skirt when you knew he was looking. Sure, you did other things to get him to notice you, like wearing makeup to highlight your eyes or shorter skirts and tight shirts.

But he never bothered to actually flirt with you. It could’ve been possible that he thought you had a partner or, god forbid, you were married. You had never told him about such people because you had none to speak of. No lover to call your own.

"Um, yeah, something like that." He laughs awkwardly.

Your face flushed with the red hue of your blood, and your heart started beating faster. You thought you were going to die. Your eyes meet his. This has never happened before. A new feeling washes over you.

Love. No longer an innocent, flirty crush. He felt like a lover at that moment. You grab his face and pull him into a passionate kiss, dropping your orange blanket onto the carpet floor of the hallway. His lips were soft, although a bit wet. Meanwhile, the night sky became darker, and rain began to fall, hitting against your windows. The winds outside, once soft and free, became harsh and fast.

You pull him into your apartment, careful not to trip over or break anything. Your kiss was like that as well; it was unbreakable and wistful. You wanted him more than anything at that moment. He pulled away for a second and uttered the words you dreamed about hearing: "I want you."

The Doctor said he wanted you. Something just clicked in your head. Nothing was holding you back at this point. You begin to untie his iconic bowtie and unbutton his shirt, his tan blazer falling to the floor. The Doctor told himself to remain calm and sensual. One of the many things that made you squirm in your seat and have a slight blush on your cheeks was when he remained mysterious and alluring. That was the only thing that was a constant. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him, his nose ghosting over your neck.

You, on the other hand, didn’t care what he did. As long as your hands were on his body and vice versa, the rest didn’t matter. The last thing that mattered was staying calm. The Doctor lets out a soft moan. You place your body back on the couch again, looking at the man you’ve been craving all this time. He loved that your eyes flickered like a candle in the wind. Your body moved in a way that was borderline pornographic, slowly moving from side to side. He notices this and moves on top of you, his knee closer to your heat. It’s like he knew your body in and out, predicting your every move.

‘Gently, now.’ He thought as his hands moved closer to the side of your breasts, cupping them in his bony hands.

Your cunt twitches at the feeling. The Doctor held you like you were a wine glass. Which, in his mind, was the only way to touch you. He may have only known you for a few months; he wasn’t ready to let you leave his touch yet.

After all, he’s the only Time Lord left. He’s had so many companions that, after a while, it became hard to keep track of. After falling in love with so many different people, it felt impossible to feel that kind of love again. Then, he was in 1951, in the middle of a busy high school hallway, struggling to find himself or where his room was. A lovely young woman walks by, struggling to hold her books. The Doctor locks eyes with her and asks her the time. She replies: “1:30.” That was when the Doctor finally knew he was in the right place, at the right time.

The Doctor moves down to the neck, planting gentle kisses as he moves. You let out a soft moan, careful to make your neighbor not hear. Your mother always told you to settle down soon and have a husband to care for you. To be frank, she wasn’t clear about the husband part. Sometimes, a husband is an extraterrestrial from a distant planet, most likely older than one thousand years old.

"Please," you beg softly.

"Are you sure?" He asks, knowing he might regret it if you say no.

You nod your head.

He nods back.

The Doctor crawls down your body, taking in every part of you. Your biceps were held neatly above your head, and your breathing got heavier the lower he went. He positioned one knee on the plush carpeted floor. The Doctor's breathing slowed as the Doctor went under your nightdress.

The Doctor hooks your panties and pulls them down, exposing your wet pussy. He unthinkingly pockets the underwear, letting a part of the soft cotton peek out as a reminder of you. Taking a finger, the Doctor gently flicks under the hood of your clit. As you can imagine, sex isn’t something the Doctor doesn’t get to have often, so he is a bit rusty. He could feel his two hearts beat with every soft flick of his finger. Your body twitches for a second, praying for more contact. He suddenly got the idea to slip a single finger inside of you. Even the thought of the moans you would let out made his already hard dick almost painful.

"I’m going to put a single finger inside you, okay?" He stated, "If you don’t like it, tell me, okay?"

"Yes," You say softly.

"Yes, what?" The Doctor repeats.

You think for a moment. "Yes, Doctor."

He smirks, "Good girl."

His fingertip touches the wet walls of your cunt. His middle finger gently pushes against your G-spot, making you whimper.

‘She wants more.’

Of course, being the lovely Doctor, he continues to nurse your G-spot but starts to kiss your inner thighs. His lips were a faint red and slick with spit. Teasing was one of the many things he wanted to try, but he never found the right partner. He understood that this is what you needed. You felt so pent up with sexual frustration. Year after year, you felt more disappointed with the partners in your life, sexually speaking. And yet the Doctor, after knowing you for so little time, could read your body like a book. Through desperation, the Doctor managed to undo his tight belt and unzip his beige dress pants with his free hand. He starts to palm his cock through his boxers as he continues.

"Please…more." She whines, getting tired of all the teasing.

He chuckles, "Sorry, I got carried away. Don’t worry, I’ve got you."

The Doctor thrusts his ring finger inside, plunging slightly into your canal. As he glances down at your poor, throbbing clit, he notes that it looks like a pink pearl inside of an oyster. He places a gentle kiss on it and mumbles something inaudible. Your back suddenly arches up as the waves of pleasure carry over you again. Honestly, you hadn’t felt anything like it before. It almost felt inhuman. The whimpers were now replaced with a slightly louder moan. You start slowly grinding at the air, hoping for any contact with him. His touch on your clit was all you could think about.

"That’s it, good girl. God, you deserve this more than anyone right now." The Doctor says. The Doctor continues to work on your clit, starting with soft cat-like licks. His hands ran slowly up your calves.

This was it. The moment the Doctor had been waiting for, the moment to be close to you. It was never how he imagined it, but honestly, he would have cared less. To run his hands up your legs as the Doctor continued to tease you felt like something the Doctor would come up with on a boring night in the TARDIS. It reminds him of all the times he daydreams about unbuttoning those perfect blouses you always wore when there was an important meeting you have to attend. Sure, those types of daydreams were few and far between. It didn’t stop his sick imagination much from thinking about it anyway whenever you got just a little too close to his face.

You could hardly contain every moan or groan that came out of your body. It felt involuntary. Your soft hands move down and grab a part of the Doctor's luscious dark brown hair. The desire for him to be rougher with you was growing stronger by the minute. Sure, being romantic and sensual is always an idea you love. But this is the Doctor. Everything is different with him. With the Doctor, the romance could be thrown aside if he wants. If he wants to tie you up and degrade you, you are willing to buy the rope and let your eyes roll into the back of your skull for pleasure.

"More," you encourage, "Don’t be scared. I don’t bite."

The Doctor’s eyes look up at you, meeting your eyes.

Your eyes seemly convey everything he thought about on the humble drive over. The emphatic love you two have been feeling, along with the unchecked sexual tension the two of you also have. The Doctor went from soft and cat-like to expansive and slow. He relaxes the back of his tongue against your clit and moans, his delicate eyes still looking up at you.

The sense of human eye contact can be used in many ways. And it is clear that as your eyes start to flutter, you are closing in on your climax. The Doctor knows that he has to keep an invariant pace so as not to lose the orgasm. Most people would describe a good peak as “seeing stars” or “leg shaking.” Yours, however, was more like seeing a whole nebula and jittering. As the spasm came and went, your vision went from blurry to clear in seconds. You sit up on the couch, looking down at a kneeing Doctor.

Touching his cheek with your hand, the Doctor smiles, grazing his smile against it.

Your eyes go wide at a sudden realization, "Doctor, you didn’t–"

Before you can finish your sentence, the Doctor sits next to you on the couch.

"That’s not what matters. What matters is that you did." He spreads his arms out, pulling you into a hug. You roll your eyes jokingly and hug him back.

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 8 months

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you could do 11th doctor x reader

where the Doctor and Reader land on a planet isthey come across an extremely powerful aphrodisiac.

Desires

Warnings: smut

Y/n had exited out of the Tardis first since The Doctor held the door open for her. She was looking around, and noticed the planet they were on was covered in different plants

The Doctor catches up with her, and was also now looking around. “Well I wasn’t expecting to land here” The Doctor said as he looks at the green sky, but couldn’t think about how beautiful the sky was. “Well we hardly land where we are supposed to Doctor” she pointed out

“Hey! I try sometimes to get it right” he says in a playful manner. She playfully rolled her eyes, which makes him gasp. “You better run, because I’ll pick you up if you don’t” she ran now, and he followed behind. Once further into the field, he picks her up from behind

She squirmed in his grasp to try and get out. “You can never escape me Y/n!” He says playfully, which makes her sigh in defeat. “I suppose your right” he soon places her back down. They laughed for a bit, but then their was silence

Tension was built up in the air after. Y/n was aroused now, and The Doctor had a hard on. It was from each other’s presence, and how much these two have been denying their feelings for each other. Out of nowhere, they spawned into a bedroom, but the plants being the cause of this were still there

“That’s quite odd. Weren’t we just outside?” She asked him, but he was more focused on her than the surroundings. “Y/n I want you” he says, which makes her blush. “I want you too Doctor” she says. His lips go onto hers now, and soon she was laying on the bed with him on top of her

She pulls apart for air, and now takes her shirt off. He does the same, and once their shirts were on the ground, they got rid of the reaming clothes. Once they we’re fully naked, The Doctor goes into her without warning

She arch’s her head back and lets out a moan. He lets her adjust to him before thrusting. Now he’s thrusting at a slow speed until she wants him to pick up his pace. Her hands were on his back as he fucks her

His hands were on the comforter. He began to hit her g spot now, which drove her to her edge. He slows down now to reach his own high. Once he came, he pulled out of her. The flowers had vanished now, but the feelings were obviously still there

There was a minute of silence until she told him she liked him. He faces his body towards her, and she does the same. “I like you too” she smiles and he smiles too

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Doctor Strange Masterlist (Original Stephen)

Do not copy, translate or repost my work anywhere. +18 Blog MINORS DNI

English is not my first language so my work may contain grammar and spelling errors, however I hope it doesn't spoil your experience

Series

The Point Of No Return (Finished)

When a strange and dark man starts to haunt the reader's dreams her life is turned upside down and she discovers in the hard way that if you can't wake up from the nightmare maybe you're not asleep at all.

Strange Love (In Progress)

After catastrophic events the reader starts an unlikely romance with the Doctor Strange himself, but the peace is interrupted by an evil that threatens not only her world, but the entire multiverse leading y/n to make somewhat strange alliances.

Forbidden (In Progress)

Y/n is 21 years old and is in her final year of philosophy school. She has the heart of a philosopher, is an extraordinary singer, a rebel heart and extremely pretty. She also happens to be Tony Stark's goddaughter and Stephen Strange knows it means she is the definition of forbidden fruit and as such deliciously irresistible.

One Shots

TWO STEPHENS (Smut)

When a spell goes wrong you and Stephen are throwed into another universe and end up needing the help of another Stephen Strange and things get a little intense between the three of you.

FRIDAY NIGHT (Fluffy)

It's Friday night and you decide to stop by the Sanctum and cook dinner while you wait for Stephen to come home.

REFLECTIONS OF US (Smut)

When Defender Strange and the reader receive an unexpected visit from their other-universe variants, the night takes a rather exciting turn.

STEPHEN'S HANDS (Fluffy/Comfort)

The reader is rambling about Stephens hands

TOO TIRED (Smut)

Stephen is tired from a mission and after two rounds with you, you still want one more. Will he be able to met with your expectations?

DISTRACTION (Smut)

Stephen is bored and you are the best distraction he could find in the moment.

SWEET (Fluffy/Comfort)

Stephen wakes you up on the morning of your birthday and tells you how much he loves you.

ALL YOURS (Smut)

You decide to give Stephen a special present: a part of you he always wanted.

THE TOUCH OF YOUR HANDS (Smut)

It's cold and Stephen's hands are hurting and you decide to take care of them (and other things too)

YOU ARE MY HOME (Fluff with little smut)

Stephen is happy to get home and have you there waiting for him.

CAUGHT (Smut)

The reader has a fantasy she never told Stephen about, but that changes when she is caught with her hands inside her pants.

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR (Smut)

The reader and Stephen are students at Kamar Taj and when she needs his help with her exams, Stephen makes her an indecent offer.

SURPRISE! (Fluff)

It's Stephen's birthday and Y/n decides to give him a especial surprise.

YOU'RE THE ONLY GOOD THING IN MY LIFE (Smut)

It's Stephen and Y/n's last night of vacation and she decides to claim him as hers before give him back to the world.

HIS MEDICINE (Smut)

Stephen has a nightmare and when he wakes up he seeks comfort in your arms.

A VERY BUSY SORCERER (Smut)

Stephen has been very busy the last few days and the reader decides he needs a moment to relax.

YOU'RE MY COMFORT (Fluff)

The reader has a bad day at work and Stephens comes to take care of her.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Medic (part 9 - final part)

Warning - smut, going out with a bang. Literally.

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The night of the wrap party had finally come round. You'd been called back to work the night after the filming had ended, and your commitments had meant you and Cillian hadn't seen each other in person for nearly three weeks. Three weeks of video calls wasn't what you'd planned, but it was your only option. He had been busy helping with the editing, and had flown back to Dublin to attend a few press conferences and interviews. You'd organised time off to attend the party though, and you couldn't wait to see him.

The party had gone well - Anna had even apologised to you for her behaviour. She could see how smitten Cillian was with you, and after he'd talked to her she'd soon warmed to you too. You'd put all the troubles behind you - dancing and laughing with the cast and crew and of course, stealing time alone with Cillian at any opportunity.

"You realise I'm fully healed now, don't you? Saw my doctor back home, clean bill of health..." He whispered in your ear as the night drew to a close. Your core clenched as he snaked his arms around you from behind, pushing his groin against your lower back.

"Oh really? See, now, I'd like to offer a second opinion if it's alright with you?" You bit your lip and turned around to face him, your arms around his neck as his lips met yours.

"Get a room, the pair of you!" Anna laughed, shoving you both.

"Sounds like a plan to me, come on." You both bid goodnight to everyone - most of them smirking at you both as you left. You didn't care. You needed to be alone in his hotel room and NOW.

You were in the lift when he made his first attack. Pushing you up against the mirrored wall and sneaking a hand underneath your black trousers finding your already damp core easily and sliding his fingers through it, making you gasp. His room was on the top floor of the hotel, and his fingers worked quickly. He glanced at the dial above the lift door.

"You have 13 floors to cum, y/n..." You shuddered as his hand worked, his fingers pressing against your clit hard and fast. You lost all control very quickly, but all too soon the lift pinged. Floor seven... He quickly removed his hand and leaned against the mirror, you turned quickly and pretended to reapply your lipstick in the mirror as someone got in the lift with you. Neither of you recognised the person who pressed the button for the 11th floor, but he recognised Cillian and immediately started a conversation with him. You cringed when the elevator pinged and the man got out, shaking Cillian's hand as he did.

You both looked at each other after he'd left and the elevator moved again and burst out laughing. A few moments later the door opened again and you both hurried to your hotel room.

He closed the hotel room door behind you both and was on you in seconds - his hands roaming over your body as you both groaned and panted into each others mouths, your lips barely leaving each other.

"As hot as you look in these clothes baby, they need to come off. Now." He pulled back and quickly stripped you of everything, before leading you to the bed and pushing you gently down onto it. He removed his own clothes, before parting your legs as wide as they'd go - his eyes roaming over you, spread open and visibly aching for him.

"You look delicious..." He groaned, before sinking his mouth quickly over your folds, making your back arch, your hands reaching down to grip his hair - growing out nicely now from his harsh peaky cut and just long enough to pull as his tongue drove inside you. Flicking it over your clit, you began to buck your hips to meet it - desperate for the release you'd been waiting for since the elevator interruption.

His tongue was relentless, you were writhing beneath him in minutes.

"Don't... Fucking... Stop..." You panted. He chuckled against you, groaning deep so you could feel the vibrations, which sent you soaring over the edge. Your body convulsed as your orgasm flooded you. His fingers quickly entered you, rubbing that sweet spot inside.

Your scream of pure ecstacy could have woken the dead, a second climax flowing out of you and over his hand.

"Fuck that's sexy..." His body was soon on yours, you could feel his cock pressing against your folds. In one swift movement, your legs were under his elbows and he pushed inside you with a deep grunt.

"Oh god.... Cillian..." His movements steady at first, just enjoying the feeling of being inside you and taking control for the first time. He positioned himself perfectly, your pelvis tilted upwards as he began to thrust down and deep, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"You like it like that?" He leaned down to capture your lips again. All you could do was nod, the sensations running through you had taken all your other senses away. He grinned and gave you three powerful, deep thrusts sending you spiralling underneath him. He winced as your nails pierced his skin, but the look of pure heaven in his eyes told you he was far from annoyed. If anything it only spurred him on, he was pounding into you relentlessly. You reached up to pull his hair, his neck tilting back sharply, a deep moan leaving his mouth. His eyes met yours, a look of pure, primal lust in them now as he pulled out of you.

"On your knees," he ordered, and you happily complied. His hands spread your cheeks apart, again admiring his handiwork - your juices leaking down your thighs. One hand squeezed the warm flesh of one cheek, before bringing it down hard against it making you flinch. Before you could react, he was inside you again, his chest leaning on your back, his voice in your ear.

"You can tell me all you want that you didn't like that, but I saw how wet you got when I did it... I can feel how much you liked that..." His voice was primal, a side of him you hadn't fully seen yet but you were definitely hoping to see more of.

"Second... Opinion.. needed.." you panted between his thrusts and you felt him lean off your back, his hips still pistoning into you. Another hard smack quickly followed, then another. Each one accompanied by a groan from him and his cock pounding you faster.

"Fuck yes! Oh god Cill I'm close..."

"I want to see your face when you cum, turn around..." He pulled out and you were on your back again, legs over his shoulders as he entered you again, his fingers playing with your clit as the pounding immediately resumed.

"Fuck... Fuck..." You covered your mouth with your arm to suppress the noises but he soon pulled it away.

"Let the whole floor know how good you feel, and don't hide your face from me - I want to see your eyes when you cum on my cock.."

"I'm gonna..."

"I know baby - I've got you..." His hand linked with yours, you gripped his fingers so hard your knuckles were white - your eyes rolling back in your head as you came, a white hot release that surged through you like a lightening bolt. His followed immediately after yours, his other hand now gripping your hip like a vice as he filled you - a warm feeling flooding your core as he shot several streams into you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Holy shit..." You said in unison, before he eased out of you slowly. Your core throbbed - the most exquisite combination of pain and pleasure you'd ever felt. He watched his cum leaking out of you with a smile, brushing his fingers gently over your sensitive folds.

He lay down next to you, and you moved your body into his. Your legs entwined, your head resting on his shoulder, his fingers toying with your hair as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm not flying back to Dublin tomorrow," he whispered. You looked up at him confused.

"Why not?"

"Cleared my diary for the foreseeable future. Nailed all my obligations in the last 3 weeks, that's why I've been so busy. I was kinda hoping we could spend some real time together? I can get a hotel near where you live?"

"You're not staying in a hotel Cillian - I have my own house."

"Kinda hoped you'd say that - I hadn't booked one."

"You know I work stupid shifts, right?"

"Yep. So having someone who understands long days on your feet waiting for you at home seems like a good plan to me. Home cooked meal waiting for you, I'm a pretty decent cook."

"How did I end up bagging you, huh?"

"Well it's not every day you fall for a woman who stabs you in the ribs, y/n."

"You pronounced 'saved your life' wrong..." He chuckled and brought you close again. Sleep came easily - and you had a feeling it always would from now on.

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smutandfluffohmy · 5 years

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Love letters in Gallifreyan

From: Smutandfluffohmy Character paring: 11th Doctor X reader Warning: Smut! A/N: I’ve been watching Doctor who all day and was disappointed at the lack of 11 smut so I decided to fix that. We be sining today.

“You know I never get used to leaving and never saying goodbye.” You said linking you and the doctors arms together as the two of you walked back to the Tardis.

“Well see them in the future. Maybe not Lord Byron I don’t like him very much, he talks too much never had a tolerance for people that can’t be quiet.” He said rambling on dragging you faster towards the tardis.

“Really? I thought he was kind of charming.” You said trying to crane your neck to look back at the people whose voices kept getting farther and farther away.

“I think he’s full of himself” He said scoffing, you could hear the annoyance in his voice but you didn’t exactly know why perhaps they met before, you couldn’t always tell with him.

“Well he is from the romantic era. Look he even wrote me a poem!” You said unlinking your arms and taking out a piece of folded paper out of your pocket. “You’re the fairy that lives in the woods. Too mystical to ever prove you’re real but too beautiful to never speak of you.” You said staring to read off the poem he handed you earlier today.

“Blah rubbish.” He said opening the door to the tardis and stepping inside, as you followed him closely behind and shutting the door behind you.

“Hey! It’s not rubbish people can write me love poems.”

“No they can’t” He said rather harshly, and started up the tardis as it flew both of you else were. You couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt by this, the doctor never meant to hurt you but you couldn’t help the hurt spreading over your face.Shaking your head trying to rattle the words out of it as you forced a smile to spread over your face.

“Well just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean he can’t write a silly love poem for me.” You said running your hands gently along the control board of the tardis.

“I do like you.” He said looking from you to the screen in front of him nervously.

“I mean yeah you wouldn’t take me to all these places if you hated me. I mean like me, genuinely like me. Sort of a girlfriend kind of thing.” You said shrugging.

“You are my girlfriend I mean my friend that is a girl.” He said shaking his head mumerming nonsense to himself as he brought the tardis to a halt. Sighing you turned to open the doors as you came face to face with the big open outer space , you leaned against the doors as you looked out taking in the sight.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” He asked as he leaned against the other side of the single open door. You wondered why he didn’t open the other door but it wasn’t important at this moment, you just nodded your head and looked at the millions of stars as the tardis slowly moved.

“I could write you a poem, it won’t be as good as Lord Bryon but I can sure try.” The doctor said as he tripped over his words.

“No that’s different you would only be doing it because you hate Lord Byron.” You said laughing and throwing your head back wondering what Byron could’ve possibly possibly done.

“No it’s because- well umm it’s all really a bit complicated you see.” He said rambling on just like always, you wondered again why he wouldn't open the other door you two were mere inches away from being pressed against each other. Your thoughts plagued your mind as the doctors poor excuses seemed far away,before you knew what you were doing your hands grabbed his suspenders and brought him in for a quick kiss. As soon as you felt his lips on yours you let go and tried stepping away from him an apology already forming in your mouth.

Before you could say anything he pulled you in for another kiss, it felt soft against your lips, you pulled your body closer to his wanting to break any space between the two of you. He stumbled out of the door frame, as soon as you were about to break the kiss he pulled you back into another kiss.

He lead you further into the tardis, his hands traveling under your shirt ever so gently. Your shaky hands reaching to unbutton his shirt, you two kept moving but time kept getting all mushed together and before you knew it you two were inside the room.

“Doctor’s what’s happening?” You asked breathing out between kisses, he broke apart from you and you were finally able to see his flushed face and messy hair.

“Oh sorry I just assumed. I’m so so sorry I read the situation wrong.” He said running his fingers through his hair nervously.

“No I liked it I just didn’t know you felt that way.” You said in a rush your face getting hotter and redder by the minute.

“Oh Y/N, Y/L/N you’re so dense sometimes.” He said smiling at you, his shirt unbuttoned all the way and now he was standing in front of you with an open shirt an exposed chest. It was his turn to pull you into for a kiss, as he tugged your shirt over your head

You reached out to brush his hair out of his eyes as it flopped back into place. Your hand caresing the side of his face he kissed your palm gently before dropping this face closer to yours and giving you a deep kiss. His hand was pressed on the bed propping himself up and the other was stroking your cheek, his eyes bore into yours and for that one moment in time he wasn’t his usually fidgety type. You weren’t used to this side of him and it made you nervous as if you were meeting him for the first time, his smile crept back on his face making you feel at ease, that’s it that’s the doctor you knew.

“We can stop whenever you want.” The doctor said his usual fidgeting self coming back, removing his hand from your face and placing it next to your head, ready to get off of you as soon as you said the word.

“I don’t want to stop.” You said playing with the suspenders that were hanging on his pants.

“Me neither.” He said with a coy smile as he reached to unbutton your pants, he undid his own pants, as he got off the bed and pulled them off you did the same discarding the, to the side. He got back on top of you a smile of admiration fell on his face as he looked down at you. “Wow.” he said under his breath as he began letting his hands travel all over your body still not believing this was finally actually happening.

The two of you laid there in front of the other naked not sure who would make the first move. The doctor placed small kisses on your face, your jaw and further down your body till you felt like you were about to explode from all the sexual tension.

His dick hit your stomach and for a moment you were worried it was going to hurt, but you were certain he would try his best not to and that was the only self reassurance you could possibly need.As he placed himself in a position he slowly began to enter you, looking at your face for any sign of uncomfortable or hurt to signal him to stop but it didn’t come.

He kept slowly entering you until all of his dick was inside of you, then he began to go fast but gentle strokes. Your nails raking on his back as his mouth moved from your lips down to your neck, biting and sucking making sure to leave a trail of hickeys over your body. ‘That would show Byron to not mess with his girl, perhaps they may even pop in for a visit tomorrow.’ He thought as the jealousy filled him up once more as he picked up his pace debating between raviging you and savoring every moment.

His strokes were getting sloppy and a slower, he wanted to unleash decades of sexual frustration on you but not now, not today. Maybe another day if the opportunity arose but definitely not now, not here, not today. Letting go of the bed sheets he reached down and started rubbing your clit, a moan left your mouth which only fuled him to go a bit rougher.

You swore you could feel every inch of him inside of you his dick hitting deep and which each stroke you could feel your legs get weaker and the tension in the pit of your stomach growing bigger. The doctor could feel his own climax ready to drive him over the edge, his fingers continued rubbing your clit faster now. He leaned down inches from your face and kissed you, his other hand trailed off from being tangled in your hair and searched blindly for your own hand.

Your fingers laced together and your kiss deepening your orgasms finally sending the two of you over the edge. The kiss broke as moans and grunts filled the room, the doctor resting his head on your shoulder and your head pressing against the pillow.

He collapsed on top of you trying to get his breathing under control and you tried doing the same. Pushing himself off of you he let his head hit the pillow as he motioned for you to get a bit closer. You obliged and let your head rest on top of his chest as you listened intently for the beating of his hearts, he absent mindlessly hummed as he played with your hair and drew words in gallifreyan you could never understand. He traced words on your skin till he fell asleep, leaving you wide awake trying to make sure this just wasn’t another dream.

There naked under the covers surrounded by stars he wasn’t the man that stories were told about he was just the doctor, your doctor living in the moment just this once.

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companionjones · 5 years

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I Couldn’t Believe What Happened

Requested by: Anon

Request: I was just wondering if you'd be willing to write an 11th Doctor x jealous reader. Were the reader catches the Doctor and Clara in a seemingly intimate moment even though it wasn't what it looked like. It's alright if not but, I've read pretty much all of the 11th Doctor x reader fanfics.

Fandom: Doctor Who, New Who, Eleventh Doctor

Pairing: Eleventh!Doctor x Reader

Warnings: None!

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Your P.O.V.

I couldn’t believed what happened. I had been traveling with the Doctor for years, and we had been with many companions. The Doctor had never been romantically interested in any of them. I didn’t expect Clara to be very different. Yet, there we were.

One afternoon (I guessed it was afternoon, but you could never tell on the TARDIS), I walked into the console room to find the Doctor about to kiss Clara. He had her dipped in his arms, and I could’ve sworn there was true love in his eyes. I ran off.

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The Doctor’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t believe what happened. I had been traveling with Y/n for years, and we had been with many companions. I was never romantically interested in any of them. Clara wasn’t any different. What Y/n saw was a misunderstanding.

One afternoon (in Y/n’s time, anyway), Clara was helping me repair parts of the TARDIS. I was looking for a basic ballyanna bolt, and Clara had no idea what I was talking about. I got up to help her look for it, but I was quite exasperated with her at the time. Because of my irritation, I tripped, and nearly took Clara down with me. I quickly found my footing, and caught Clara so she wouldn’t fall to the ground. That was when Y/n came in. I could’ve sworn there was pure hatred in her eyes. I dropped Clara as Y/n ran off.

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Clara’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t believe what happened. The Doctor dropped me. No mercy. He just dropped me onto the cold, hard TARDIS floor. Anyway, I’ll get to that in a moment.

I hadn’t been traveling with the Doctor for long. At least, not nearly as long as Y/n had. I could tell from stories of previous companions, that the Doctor had never been romantically interested in any of them. Myself included. Y/n, however, was different. So, there we were.

One afternoon (the Doctor had told me the time earlier, but I had a feeling he was only going by Y/n’s time), I was helping the Doctor repair parts of the TARDIS. He kept going on about some kind of bolt, and I had no idea what he was talking about. He got up to help me look for it. However, the Doctor had always been too clumsy for his down good. He tripped, and almost took me down with him. Luckily, he somehow recovered, and caught me before I hit the floor.

Unfortunately, I was only lucky for so long. Y/n walked in, saw the Doctor and I in that compromising position, and ran off. I was immediately dropped by the Doctor.

If I wasn’t so preoccupied with the surprise bruises, I would’ve once again seen what I had already sworn with River Song was there: true love in both the Doctor and Y/n’s eyes.

Finally, I decided I wouldn’t rest until the clueless, lovesick time-travelers were together. Which I understood as a simple feat.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Doctor Who over on my page, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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hskibumblebee-blog · 6 years

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11th Doctor x Reader. Welcome to a tale of a mad man with a blue box and his best friend, (Y/N). They can travel through all of time and space. You ran away with him, and you’ve been running ever since. { Written in the form of a full season, the story will be mostly PG-13. The occasional R-Rated chapter (if any) will be marked clearly with SMUT warnings! :) }

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shuichiakainx · 29 days

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Matt in New York🗽

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shuichiakainx · 2 months

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the new season of doctor who will be on BBC iPlayer in the Kingdom from 11 May and on DisneyPlus from 10 May, where the first episodes will be available

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companionjones · 7 years

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Truth or Dare (Part 2)

Part 1

Imagine: Playing Truth or Dare with the Eleventh Doctor.

Imagine by: @eleventh-and-his-bowties

Fandom: Doctor Who, 11th Doctor

Pairing: 11!Doctor x Reader

Warnings: ..........Nudity (this is an odd story), SOME sexual references (ABSOLUTELY NOTHING EXPLICIT! I KNOW IT SEEMS UNLIKELY BUT THIS IS A SMUT-FREE STORY!)

Author’s Note: At some point during this story, you’ll run across the word probe (pronounced: pro-bee). In case you don’t know what that is, it’s just another word for ‘new agent’.

The Doctor smiled. “Truth or Dare.” He turned around and wandered around the TARDIS’s console, flicking switches and pressing buttons.

“Truth?” You winced jokingly.

He leaned around the console, into your eyesight. The Doctor had a look of confusion on his face.

“I know,” you admitted with your hands up, “I’m weak.”

The Doctor smirked, and circled around the console over to you. “Ah, you’re not weak, love.” He hugged you.

This was one of the reasons why you loved him. He always made sure you knew you were loved, even if you were joking around.

“Oh, just ask me my truth,” you sighed, returning the hug.

The Doctor broke away, a sly smirk on his face.

You grimaced, “Oh God, what is it.”

“Have you...ever gone streaking?”

Your eyebrows shot up and you froze. “...I’m sorry...,” you finally spoke, “...what.”

“You heard me. Have. You. Ever. Gone. Streaking?” He emphasized each word.

Your blush said what you couldn’t.

The Doctor walked away while he chuckled, and started using the console to direct the TARDIS to the destination he had in mind. His chuckling turned into a real laugh.

“Y/n, it’s your choice. This wasn’t a dare. I won’t force you to do this...,” he laughed again, “But by the smile that I see on your face now, y/n you wanna go, don’t you.”

You giggled. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d see each other naked, when it comes down to it.

“Y/n, have I ever taken you to Richard Nixon’s inauguration?”

“No.”

The TARDIS stopped.

“I’m going to need to see your clothes on the ground, y/n.”

You started to strip. “You do realize this is insane, right?”

“You do realize you’re the one who agreed to this, right?” The Doctor quipped back as he got rid of his clothes as well.

Minutes later, you were completely naked, and the Doctor was clad only in a bowtie and a fez. He didn’t have a fez earlier, and you had no idea where he got it from, but you figured it best not to ask questions.

“You ready?” The Doctor asked with his usual shining grin on his face.

Hands sweeping quickly over your face, you said, “As ready as a person who is about to run in front of POTUS naked will ever be.”

The grin only got wider. He ran by you, taking your hand and pulling you out the door with him. He yelled, “HERE WE GOOOO!!!!!”

There was a lot of sounds making themselves known as the two of you ran. Screams of joy coming from you, the Doctor and the odd audience member who appreciated how awesome a feat you and the Doctor were performing. Then there were screams of distress, because there were children there after all. You also heard secret service shouting at you, and at each other. Then there’s the basics, like birds chirping. What you didn’t expect to hear was the Marine Band, which for some reason hadn’t stopped playing in all the commotion. The optimist in you thought it was because they were cheering you on.

What you couldn’t get out of your head was the sight of Nixon’s face. It reminded you a lot of Elvis’s face on your last adventure with the Doctor. You know, right after the Doctor kissed the singer. Yeah, other sights caught your eye, too, like everyone else’s shocked faces and the guards running at you, but Nixon! You could’ve gone down laughing right there. Though, you didn’t, of course.

Smell was more diverse than you thought it would be. You could smell all the different kinds of food that was being sold nearby. By some weird chance, you could even smell (your favorite food). For a split second, you wondered if there was time to stop by for some. Then you remembered your attire, and the secret service chasing you. You laughed.

Every once in a while you would feel someone grab you, most of the time an agent, but you’d been with the Doctor far to long to not know how to shake them off and keep running. The cement was cold and scratchy, and you were just beginning to feel the cold. Goosebumps were appearing all over you, and your nipples hardened. Wind blew your hair back. People were starting to throw stuff at you, not that you cared at all. You laughed again.

The last thing you thought about was, oddly, the tastes on your tongue. Do you ever catch the taste in the air just before it rains? Well, that’s what you tasted just then. There was also the wind flitting against your tongue. That’s pretty much it, but who wouldn’t want to take in every aspect of life when they were with the Doctor?

The two of you made a loop around the stage, and back to the TARDIS, but of course, nothing can be that easy. Secret Service were waiting for you just around the corner.

“We’ve been over this. I am the Doctor, and myself and my companion here were streaking!” The Doctor declared, as if it was the most normal and obvious thing in the world.

The agent sitting across from the two of you was clearly at the end of his wits. “Sir, do you understand what you just said? You just admitted to breaking at least five laws.”

You sighed and rested your head in your hands. It wasn’t hard to admit, this was not one of the Doctor’s smartest plans. Quietly, you sat there, while the Doctor talked with the special agent.

“Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never went and gone out and gone streaking with your lover.” He winked at you.

The agent blinked, “No, I can’t say I have.”

“But you’ve thought about it.”

Humorously, the agent didn’t answer.

You giggled, and the Doctor slyly looked back over to you.

“Now,” you started, “I think that’s enough.” You flashed the psychic paper towards the guard.

The Doctor glanced at the psychic paper, then back at you. “Where have you been keeping that all this time?”

You winked, and the Doctor blushed and looked away. You held back a chuckle. Of course, it’s okay whenever the Doctor is flirting with someone, but as soon as that someone does it back, it was like flirting with a shy fourteen-year-old girl.

The nameless special agent, who seemed to have been deaf to the little exchange that had just taken place, gave a surprised start, and jumped up, saluting you and the Doctor. “Oh! I’m so sorry agents!”

You and the Doctor stood up, and as per the Doctor’s usual, he saluted the agent back. He clumsily let his arm down after a second.

“Yes, you should know better by now to figure out that we were on special assignment! How long have you been working here?” You put on an important sounding voice.

“Only a few months, ma’am/sir,” stated the agent, clearly almost wetting himself. Whatever he had seen on the psychic paper must’ve made you and the Doctor really important.

The act you were playing stayed silent for a moment, surveying the agent coldly before you said, “Acceptable, but you won’t be getting anymore excuses or chances. Get out.”

“Y-yes, of c-course, sir/ma’am,” the agent stuttered as he scampered out of the room.

Just before he left, the Doctor called out after him, “And could we please have some clothes?!” But it was no luck. The probe (pronounced: pro-bee) was already gone.

That’s right, you went through that entire interview in the nude.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to get out of here the old-fashion way, then,” you commented with a smirk.

That’s what lead you and the Doctor to go charging through the hallways of the White House completely naked, well, not completely for the Doctor, because of his bowtie and fez he’d somehow managed to hang on to.

Someone might’ve caught the two of you, but the Doctor kept everyone around you busy by causing small explosions with his sonic screw driver.

“Where have you been keeping that all this time?!” You called out after the Doctor.

He just shouted back, “Oh, you know where, my love!”

You laughed out loud.

After about another ten minutes of running, the TARDIS door swung shut behind you. While you spent some extra time catching your breath, the Doctor started pulling his clothes back on.

“Is streaking always that...eventful?” you asked.

The Doctor laughed, “Everything’s eventful when you’re involved, y/n!”

You blushed, laughed again, and started redressing yourself. Once your shirt was over your head and back on your body, the Doctor kissed you.

It was a short kiss, lasting less than two seconds, but made your heart and the Doctor’s hearts flutter, and it showed the adoration the Doctor had for you.

Once the two of you separated, your foreheads pressed together and you whispered, “Truth or Dare.”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this! Fill up that heart if you liked it. Over on my page, I have a lot more fics on Doctor Who (so far Doctors Ten and Eleven), and other stories on Hamilton, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, and many, many more. Also, requests aren’t being closed any time soon, so feel free to drop one in my box. If you’re hesitant on weather or not I write for that fandom, just ask (there’s a good chance I do). As long as it’s not anime (sorry!), because the only one I’ve seen is Ouran High School Host Club (I’ll write for that anime, though). I only have one rule for my requests. No smut please. Sorry if this is too long, but have a nice day/night, or whatever time it is for you, and I love you.

**Credits for the character the Doctor goes to Matt Smith and the creators of Doctor Who. Credits for the character the TARDIS goes to the creators of Doctor Who.**

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Truth or Dare (Part 1)

Imagine: Playing truth or dare with the Eleventh Doctor.

Imagine by: @eleventh-and-his-bowties

Fandom: Doctor Who, 11th Doctor

Pairing: 11!Doctor x Reader

Warnings: Protective!Doctor, Jealous!Doctor, Slight!Possessive!Doctor

The Doctor and you ran into the T.A.R.D.I.S., laughing. The two of you spun around the T.A.R.D.I.S.’s console, and soon the Doctor grabbed both of your cheeks, kissed you right on the lips (so expressively that he dipped you down), and shouted, “You are a genius!!!”

You laughed out loud.

The Doctor twirled around, and started flicking switches. “So, where to now?” He asked bubbly.

You smirked, “Truth or Dare?”

“How did you know about that place?” he cocked his head to the side, and glanced over his shoulder at you.

“No, not the place,” you scoffed, “The game. Though, we are gonna have to come back to the whole place thing...”

The Doctor smiled, “Oh! The game! Young things! I love it! So you’re asking me Truth or Dare?”

“Yep,” you popped the ‘p’.

He grinned, “Ooohh!” The Doctor ran up behind you (because you were facing the other direction at the time), put his hands on your hips, and whispered playfully, “I say dare.”

“Hmm, let me think.” You tapped your finger against your cheek. “I dare you to...” you chuckled when you came up with your solution, “Kiss Elvis Presley.”

You didn’t catch the Doctor frowning for just a second, before he realized how fun your proposition was. “Alright, kissing Mr. Presley we go! Geronimo!!!”

“Okay, y/n! Here we are! New York, New York, 1956.”

The Doctor walked you out of an alley, and into the Ed Sullivan Theater itself.

“1956 you said? Am I gonna see Elvis Presley preform ‘Hound Dog’?!” You clung to the Doctor’s arm excitedly as you skipped a little.

The Doctor smirked, “Do we have an Elvis fan in our midst?”

“Hey! This is Elvis Presley we’re talking about! Everyone is a fan of him.” You blushed.

He still had that same sly look on his face. “Y/n, honey, you knew the song he was going to sing just by the year and the place.”

“Shut up,” you huffed, and lightly hit the Doctor on his shoulder.

He laughed and kissed the side of your head. “I love you.”

“Well, that’s kind of hard to believe when you’re gonna be kissing someone else tonight.”

As he flashed the psychic paper at the ticket taker, you and the Doctor couldn’t stop laughing at your joke.

(Time skip to the start of the show brought to you by Stark Industries)

“I’m going to have a heart attack.” You stated as you and the Doctor sat down.

The Doctor chuckled, “You’re not gonna have a heart attack, Love.”

The lights dimmed.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Here we go.” You clung to the Doctor’s arm.

The Doctor just rolled his eyes.

As Elvis sung out the first few notes, you screamed like the fangirl you were. You didn’t see the Doctor’s face. He was starting to really not like how much you were enjoying this. You were the Doctor’s (in the Doctor’s opinion, anyway), and the Doctor’s only.

When the show was over, the Doctor grabbed grabbed your wrist, a little tighter than he usually does, and tugged you back stage. You trailed a little behind, somewhat surprised at how the Doctor was acting.

“Hey, Elvey!” The Doctor called angrily as you and the him stormed into the backstage area.

Elvis barley had time to respond in a “Yes?” before the Doctor punched him right in the face.

You were shocked, but not as much as you were when the Doctor grabbed Elvis by the jacket and kissed him.

If only I could describe Elvis’s face.

The Doctor took your hand again and led you back outside, without looking back. You did, though, in a silent apology to the singer.

Once you and the Doctor were back in the TARDIS and the door was shut, the Doctor turned to you and yelled, “You are mine! Don’t you ever believe different! Do you understand that?”

Taken aback by this rare outburst, you kindly responded, “Okay.”

He must’ve seen the look on your face, because his expression immediately softened. He inched over to you and gently put a hand on your cheek. This time, the Doctor’s whisper was full of grief. “I’m sorry, y/n. It’s just... oh, I’ve ruined it haven’t I.”

“No, Doctor, it’s all right.”

This time the kiss was a sweet kiss. He put his other hand on your other cheek to deepen it more. When the two of you finally broke apart again. Your foreheads were resting together, again.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” You teased.

The Doctor smiled. “Truth or Dare?”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this! I’m actually quite proud of it. Fill up that heart if you liked it. Over on my page, I have more fanfictions about Doctor Who, along with Supernatural, Hamilton, and a lot more. I think I’m going to write three more parts to this story, maybe one more. Or maybe more than that, who knows! Also, feel free to request almost anything.If it has something to do with one of my fandoms (which trust me is a lot), and the request involves no smut, I’ll probably write it. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you, and I love you.

**Credits for the character the TARDIS go to the creators of Doctor Who, credits for the character the Eleventh Doctor go to the creators of Doctor Who and Matt Smith, and credits for the character Elvis Presley go to Elvis Presley**

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