#campbell bain smut

[noirvouzzz]

Sunday Morning

Pairing: Campbell Bain x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: After spending the weekend outside St. Jude's, you return to the asylum, excited to see Campbell and give him a small present you got him at a record store. However, when you walk into his room, you find him in the middle of masturbating.

Warnings: Caught male masturbation, implied non-virgin!reader, virgin!campbell, making out, (slight) hair pulling, dry humping, boob sucking, handjob, blowjob, mention of rough oral, kind of public? (they're in an asylum so idk), aftercare, fluff.

Word count: 3.7 k

Author's note: Hi there, it's admin Kyra! I wanted to start by letting you know that English is not my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes. And I haven't written a fic in forever, so bear with me. I tried to make Campbells dialogues sound like his accent, but keep in mind that I'm not Scottish so I don't know if it's right :'). Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!! :D

You waltzed into the asylum door, holding your backpack tightly as you looked around the place. It seemed surreal, but you were kind of happy to be back. After getting a weekend pass, you thought they'd have to drag you back to this place, but living there for the past few months made the asylum feel like home. You skipped through the corridors, excited to find Campbell and tell him about the little record shop that you visited on your free weekend. You had picked up a small gift for him — a simple vinyl record keychain. While it wasn't extravagant, your budget had limited your options, and you couldn't wait to give it to him anyway.  Something that you hadn't expected was missing him so much. Seeing him every day made the absence of his presence over the last two days feel oddly unfamiliar. And, walking to the common room, you couldn't help but wonder whether he missed you too.  You tried to anticipate his reaction to your early return since you were supposed to come back after dinner, yet ended up deciding to do it a few hours before schedule. But, where could he be? He wasn't at the radio station because you could hear Francine's voice announcing the next song, and he definitely wasn't in the common room where you were standing. Maybe he was in his shared room, but that would be out of character for him. He wasn't the type to isolate himself in his bedroom, especially not in the middle of the afternoon. You thought that he could be playing the guitar, or he could have got a day pass and not be in the asylum at all. However, you decided to stop overthinking and just check his room; if he wasn't there, you'd just wait for him to return. Approaching the door, a fluttering sensation started filling your stomach while you held the wrapped keychain in your hand. You caught the sound of distant breathy groans and tried to peek through the small window, but the blinds were pulled down. Perhaps he was sleeping, but you still wanted to surprise him, so you pushed the door open and walked inside. 

Your eyes widened, seeing the scene that was unfolding before you.  The room was quite dark, only being illuminated by a little ray of sunlight that peeked through the closed curtains. Campbell was sitting on his bed, his cheeks pink and his mouth slightly open as he let out heavy, sharp breaths. His back was leaning against the headboard, which would make little squeaky sounds whenever he moved. Your eyes travelled down to his hands. His left one resting on his lower stomach, twitching slightly, and his right one moving up and down under his boxers, palming his cock before stroking it in slow and long motions.  Then, Campbell's gaze met yours. He jumped and quickly removed his hand from his underwear, before pulling up his trousers and draping the blanket over his body. 

“Lass!” He exclaimed and took an anxious breath. “ye're early.” Campbell mumbled with a mortified look on his face. His shaky arms tightly held the blanket to his chest. 

“Oh! So-Sorry I'll leave.” You let out, not knowing what else to do in this situation. Your cheeks were also pink now, and, as much as you wanted to turn around and disappear, your body wasn't responding. 

“Fergus sneaked oot… for the day, and I didn't think ye'd be comin' until dinner, so…” His eyes moved to your hand, and he tilted his head. “What's that?”.  You looked at the present and cleared your throat. With all this situation, you almost forgot about it. “What?… Oh… I got you something.” He leaned forward slightly and smiled.

“Aw, really? Yer so lovely.”

This was weird; should you just give it to him? The most normal thing to do would be to come back later, but you had been dying to see his reaction ever since you bought it. You awkwardly approached the bed and sat on the edge, handing him the gift without touching his hands. He eagerly took it and began breaking the wrapping paper with his still shaky fingers. Once the broken pieces of paper were scattered around the bed, he held the little keychain and looked at it with a huge smile on his face. “F-For the radio station keys” you quietly explained, looking at him. “Do you like it?”

“It’s brilliant; I love it! I'd hug ye right noo, but I haven't washed ma hands.” He responded, looking at you with a big happy smile. He loved it, and his excitement made you want to hug him too.

“I don't care, c’mere.” You opened your arms, and he quickly leaned forward and embraced you, holding you tightly while softly shaking you around. 

“Ye're too sweet!” He told you as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. His fingers started tracing circles on your back, which filled your stomach with butterflies. Campbell had always been clingy and touchy, it wasn't unusual for him to hug you or caress you. But you had just caught him jerking off, and you couldn't deny you liked the sight.

“Ye didnae have to get me anything.” He moved his face in front of yours and placed his left hand on your cheek. “I know, but I wanted to.” His thumb started brushing your cheek, and your breath got caught in your throat. Even though he was usually a bundle of nerves and energy, he was trying to be gentle and caring, as if he didn't want to scare you away. 

“Sorry for interrupting you." You joked in an attempt to make the whole situation less weird, but it didn’t help at all, as regret filled your whole body when that sentence came out of your mouth.  You should've shut up and avoided acknowledging what you saw, acting as if it never happened and never mentioned it again — or at least that's what you wished you would've done. But it was hard to avoid talking about the only thing that was on your mind when he hugged you, when he rubbed his hands on your back, and when you could feel his hot breath on your neck. 

“Oh, dinnae remind me,” he chuckled. "Sorry ye had to see that.” “It's fine; it was just kind of... unexpected.” He looked away and smiled.

“It was embarrassin’, ah'm still embarrassed.” “Don't be; you looked kind of hot.”  You let out without thinking and felt your cheeks burning. You didn't know why you said that; maybe you just wanted him to feel better. He obviously did look hot, that was true, but you would've never said it to his face. You usually tried to be more subtle, with some innocent flirting here and there, never like this.  He smiled, lifting his eyebrows. “Ye're sae mean.” His gaze shifted to your lips. “Teasin' me when Ah'm... like this.” He laughed quietly and briefly looked away.  Your lips parted after you licked them, and your heart started thundering in your chest. “I mean, it was a good sight.”  He lightly pressed his thumb against your lower lip, softly playing with it. “Ye didnae even let me finish before breakin' into ma room.” His hand held your chin and brought you closer. “I didn't break into-” You tried to finish your sentence, but the feeling of Campbell's mouth on yours interrupted you. He placed a quick kiss on your lips and moved away instantly.  “Shit— Ah'm sorry.” He said quietly, his voice barely a whisper, “I wasn't thinkin'.”  Campbell looked down awkwardly, he seemed more embarrassed about the sudden kiss than about you catching him in the middle of pleasuring himself.  You let out a chuckle and took his arm, pulling him closer again. “Shut up.” He looked at you with a puzzled expression, and you kissed his lips again, wrapping his arm around your waist and making him press you onto his body. He moved his free hand to the back of your head, his fingers scratching your hair as you intertwined your arms around his neck. 

You kept kissing for longer, lightly brushing your tongue against his lips, feeling his breath getting huskier and his grip squeezing you tighter. His kisses were a bit sloppy, you could tell that he was nervous and that he hadn’t done much kissing before, well, you knew that. He had shamelessly told you plenty of times how he couldn’t wait to get discharged to go to some party and lose his virginity.  He wanted to get drunk with his friends, meet a pretty girl to get her a drink, and take her home. And he was sweet about it, making endless unrealistic plans of spoiling that girl, taking her on holidays to the beach, and making her the happiest woman in the world. You had always fantasized about being that girl, wishing that he would see you the way you did, and getting a bit sad every time he talked about having to find her when you were right there, waiting. But now you were kissing him, and he was kissing you back. Leaning onto the bed, resting his back on the headboard, and pulling you against him.

Campbell hesitantly bit your lower lip, delicately sucking it into his mouth and trying not to hurt you, while you placed your hand on his chest.

“Y'okay?” He whispered after separating for a moment. He was still playing with your hair as he looked at you with his big brown eyes, eyebrows furrowing in worry.  “Mhm.” You licked your lips and gave him a small smile. “Are you?”  “Aye.” He smiled back and leaned in to kiss you again.  Campbell began to feel more confident, moving his hand up and down your waist and giving little caresses with his long fingers. His tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hand started sliding down your side and lingering on your lower half. You knew he craved to touch you, but he was too nervous to make a move. So you took his hand and moved it to your ass, which he instantly squeezed whilst he held your hair tighter.

You moved closer, sitting on his lap and sliding your hands under his striped T-shirt, sensing his skin quivering beneath your fingertips. Campbell pulled your head back by your hair and moved his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking, sending shivers down your spine. A little moan escaped your lips when he started nibbling your skin, which caused him to make his hold tighter. His eager lips released a soft groan as he pushed his hips up unconsciously, his body aching for some kind of friction to relieve the pain between his legs.  Your hand began sliding down his abdomen, resting on his lower stomach while tracing your fingers along his waistband. The more you moved with him and pressed your thighs against his legs, the wetter your soaked panties became.  You couldn't shake the mental image of him touching himself. You wanted to feel him, to get your hand under his pants, and make him squirm to your touch.  But this was his first time, and you were still in an asylum after all; going further was way too risky, but it was also so really tempting. As you kissed passionately, your bodies kept moving in sync, hips pressing firmly and rubbing against each other, making you both struggle to suppress the escalating urge to moan.  “…can I?” you murmured quietly, your fingers playing with the elastic of his pants while he moved to look at you with an amused expression. “Really?” His breath got caught in his throat, and he quickly nodded enthusiastically, “Aye, o' course.” While your gaze remained fixed on his face, your hand made its way to his groin, pausing there for a moment. “You sure?” You asked again.  Campbell tucked your hair behind your ear. “Aye, please,” he responded eagerly, “but ye dinnae have to do anythin' if ye dinnae want to.”  From his nose down to his neck, you planted soft kisses that turned into gentle sucking, causing small moans to escape his kiss-swollen lips. You then moved your hand to his crotch, pressing and palming it in a slow, rhythmic motion. With a long sigh, he squeezed your ass, his fingers sliding under your shirt to caress your skin. Heavy breaths escaped him as his digits toyed with the hem of your bra. “Can I touch ye? Please?” he requested breathlessly. You nodded towards his neck, feeling his hand slip beneath your bra, cupping your boob, and tracing circles with his thumb around your hard nipple. While you continued kissing his neck, you unbuttoned his jeans, and, with a lift of his hips, he helped you slide them down to his knees.  Campbell held the bottom of your shirt and glanced at you, silently seeking your consent to take it off. Once more, you nodded, raising your arms for him to swiftly remove the shirt and admire your body. “Yer so beautiful.” He whispered softly and began gently caressing your sides, his fingertips gliding over your skin as they returned to your bra. You gently stroked him through his boxers, moving slowly, sensing the tension in his muscles building. Gasping in your ear, he fumbled with his hands, the movement becoming sloppier as his fingers trembled slightly. He brushed them under the hook of your bra, locking eyes with you while you nodded once more. Your bra loosened, and he slid it down your arms, pausing to meet your gaze briefly before returning to fondle your breasts whilst planting kisses from your neck down to the curve of your collarbones.  Moving to your cleavage, Campbell's tongue brushed its way to your nipple. He grasped your breast with his big hand and sucked you into his mouth, flicking his tongue and letting out sharp breaths. 

“Is that okay?” he asked gently, looking up at you with a caring expression.  "Yeah,” you whimpered, and he smiled before going back to sucking on your nipples.  He was getting harder under your hand, wet spots forming on his boxers as you slowly palmed him. You were being painfully subtle, moving slowly and teasing him, enjoying the sound of his eager sighs and groans. So, with a tender touch, you slipped your fingers beneath his underwear, gently tracing along his lower abdomen without moving any further.  “God, lass, ye're killin' me,” he whined, breathing heavily against your chest, “please, jist touch me already.”  Amused by his needy attitude, you decided to cease the teasing, planting a sweet kiss on the top of his head and removing his boxers. Looking at his arousal, you nervously bit your lip, your gaze switching between his hard cock and his hungry eyes. You took a deep breath and spat on your palm, and a sharp gasp from Campbell echoed at the sight. Your hand inched towards his erection, fingers brushing the underside of its length, provoking a responsive twitch to your touch. You softly held him, circling around the head, rubbing some spit and precum on it, and gliding your fingers along his sensitive slit.

Campbell quickly turned into a whimpering mess, attempting to stifle his moans while you barely even touched him. As your grip tightened slightly, moving up and down his shaft, his rhythmic breathing hitched, his body melting under your touch when you started going faster.  “Mmm… Jesus,” he whimpered, his hand trembling as it reached for your neck, caressing it lazily. 

“Is that good?” you asked with a cheeky smile.  His glazy eyes fell on yours, his lips parting slightly. “Mhm,” he whined, “it feels so good.” He jerked his hips in a slow rhythm, gently thrusting into your hand and panting with each motion.  “Really?” you responded in a playful tone, spitting on his cock again to keep your movements smooth. “Want it to feel better?”  Campbell’s eyes lit up, and he nodded almost desperately. His words caught in his throat; all he managed to respond was a faint “Please,” uttered almost silently. You scooted down from his lap, now kneeling between his shaky legs while you set your hair behind your ears. His mouth dried when he felt you placing a kiss on his tip. Moving quickly, he brushed your hair away from your face — putting it in a makeshift ponytail — and a low groan escaped him when he felt your breath on his skin, his cock twitching against your tongue as you brushed it up his side. Then, you made contact with his tip, swirling your tongue around the head and dipping it into his slit. You placed your hand on his hip, balancing yourself and finally letting him into your mouth. 

You began slowly, sucking gently and moving your head up and down while glancing up at him. He was admiring you, his slightly open mouth letting out grunts and sharp breaths when he ran his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes, you started bobbing your head in deeper motions, taking most of his length into your mouth and feeling it hitting the back of your throat. The room's silence was broken by Campbell's breathy moans and the wet sounds of your choking and slurping.

At that moment, everything about you appeared beautiful to him — your cheeks softly hollowing around his cock, the saliva running down your chin from your swollen lips, and your pretty watery eyes. With his free hand, he was using his thumb to gently dry your tears while using the other to guide your head, urging it to move faster. He was holding back, resisting the urge to hold your head and start fucking your throat, but he wanted to be gentle with you and let you take the lead, knowing that you had more experience than him and you definitely knew what you were doing. He wasn’t going to last much longer anyway; the feeling of your mouth and tongue all over his cock was too intense for him.

“Ahh… Ah'm gonna…” he whimpered, his eyes shut and his hand starting to grip your hair when his whole body tensed up.  You pulled him out of your mouth, still jerking him off. “Are you gonna come?” You teased him and kept stocking him quickly as he moaned, “Mmm… Aye, please… ahh” “Come for me, darling.” You groaned, letting him pound your hand until thick strands of come splattered over your palm and his shirt. Your hand kept moving up and down through his orgasm, slowing down until he collapsed onto the headboard with a little smile on his face, taking a moment to catch his breath and recover. “Ah… thank you” Campbell purred and opened his eyes. He glanced at his clothes, letting out a chuckle. “What a mess.” He murmured under his breath, removing his T-shirt and using it to wipe your chin, hand, and himself before planting a soft kiss on your lips.  “You’re so gross,” you laughed, “could've washed my hands.”  “No,  ye're no goin' anywhere." He threw his T-shirt on the floor and pulled you into a hug, holding you and eagerly placing a bunch of soft kisses over your face. “Yer so perfect.” "Relax, Campbell,” you grinned, and he continued squeezing you into his arms.  “I cannae,” he cheered and kissed you again. “Cannae believe this just happened."  “Okay, let’s calm down." When he loosened his grip, you drew him onto your body, cradling him while he rested his head against your bare chest. His pounding heart began to gradually slow down, and his embrace was no longer crashing you, so you covered yourselves with the blanket and kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” you asked, and he looked at you.  “Brilliant, Ah'm gonna remember this day forever,” he grinned and started caressing your arm. “Ah'm gonna remember the keychain, Ah'm gonna remember you coming through the door, Ah'm gonna remember yer pretty face…” 

With a smile, you held onto him, watching as he continued ranting and rubbing your skin with his long fingers. And then, you heard the sound of the radio echoing through the corridor's speakers. 

Up until that point, a stream of uninterrupted music had been playing. However, when Francine announced the final song, Campbell let out a sigh and buried his face against your shoulder.  Despite not wanting to acknowledge it, you knew that as soon as the show ended, the corridors would become crowded with patients and nurses. Dinner was about to start, and Isabel wouldn’t hesitate to walk in the room and drag you both if you weren’t there.  “We should get dressed,” you said, and he whined, squeezing tightly, “Come on, we’ll miss dinner."  “Ah'm really cosy,” he protested, nuzzling your neck. "Dinnae wanna move."  “Wanna get in trouble? You’ll miss your cocoa,” you responded, giggling and nudging his arm. He shook his head without looking up. “Get up then.”  Rising from the bed, Campbell began to get dressed, throwing on his colour-block hoodie and jeans. You, too, put your top back on and retrieved his dirty T-shirt from the floor. “You’re never getting the stains out,” you teased before tossing it into the laundry basket.  “I dinnae care,” he responded and walked to you, placing his hand on your cheek, “it was so worth it."  You smiled, he pecked your lips one last time. He took the keychain, adding it to his key, and placed them in his pocket. Then, he took your hand while opening the door. “Ready?” he asked, as he placed a kiss on your knuckles.  “Yeah, let’s go.”  Campbell gave your hand a squeeze and cheerfully walked you out of the room.  “Ach, I nearly forgot! How'd yer weekend go, then?” He asked, lovingly gazing at you while waiting to hear all of your adventures outside the asylum.  When you decided to return to the asylum before you initially intended to, you could've never expected for any of this to happen. However, as Campbell led you through the corridors with the happiest smile on his face, you realized that you had made the right choice, and you would not change it for anything.

This is the first fic i've written in ages so I hope you liked it. If you have any prompts for Campbell fics x reader fics let me know and ill take a look :). Like, rb, and follow if you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading!

#takin over the asylum #takin over the asylum fanfic #campbell bain #campbell bain x reader #campbell bain x fem!reader #campbell bain fic #campbell bain fluff #campbell bain smut #im in love with campbell #david tennant #david tennant characters #young david tennant

[schlattsdoll]

campbell bain headcanons

minors dni

my sweet manic bby <3 im just on a dt kick someone send help

campbell bain x fem! reader

ok so first off he’d be the sweetest most awkward bby ever

probably being his first real girlfriend, almost definitely being his first everything

he is always dedicating songs to you <33 “this next song is dedicated to my girl,

will even attempt to play guitar for you

loves seeing you steal his hoodie from him so you have a piece of him at night

sneaking into his room to cuddle at night

he loves when you play with his hair

constantly reassuring him & reminding him that you love him no matter what

campbell losing his virginity to you & he insists on it being something special

the horny teenager in him being ready to jump your bones anytime you cuddle

“awwe c’mon darlin i canne wait till we’re outta here, gonna make you all mine.”

he’s so soft and gentle with you, afraid to break you

#david tennant smut #david tennant #david tennant imagine #david tennant fluff #david tennant x reader #campbell bain #campbell bain x reader #campbell bain imagine #campbell bain fluff #campbell bain smut

[olivermush]

Campbell Bain x GN! Reader

Campbell convinced reader to sneak out with him to have fun, maybe a little too much fun……. smut ensues. 

#fanfiction #fanfictions #david tennant #takin over the asylum #campbell bain #campbell bain x reader #campbell bain x male reader #campbell bain x gender neutral reader #campbell bain x gn reader #smut #campbell bain smut #protect campbell bain at all costs

[scottishloony]

Cover Me in Sunshine - Chapter 20

#new chapter #ao3 #david tennant #alec hardy/campbell bain #alec hardy #campbell bain #smut

[alightcaseof-fanfiction]

I Must Be Tripping

OLD FIC TW FOR DISSOCIATION

Campbell Bain x Joe fanfic.

#taking over the asylum #gallowglass #honey boyfriends #campbell bain #joseph herbert #joe herbert #joe gallowglass #no smut #tw dissociation #angst #oneshot

[owen-writes]

Owen Writes

Male Reader Or Gender Neutral Or FTM Reader Only

Fem aligned people may interact and read but do not fetishize. No Fem Reader requests.

Masterposts:

Main Masterpost

Doctor Who Masterpost

Nameless Series Masterpost (needs a name)

ATM, I write for:

The Doctor (9,10,11,12,14,15) - Doctor Who

Rory Williams - Doctor Who

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who

Alec Hardy - Broadchurch

Cale Erendreich - Bad Samaritan

Campbell Bain - Takin' Over The Asylum

Crowley - Good Omens (Will Do Poly Ineffable Husbands)

Saul Silva (Platonic) - Fate, The Winx Saga

Cullen Family (Platonic) - Twilight

Sierra Six - The Grey Man

Jonah Simms - Super Store

James Marriott

Lucifer Morningstar - Netflix Lucifer

Rules:

No smut! I may write smut if I want to but will not write requests that are smut. (Basically if I get horny and want to indulge, I will.)

All smut I do write is for 18+ only. You're reading my work at your own discretion and I am not responsible for what you read on the Internet.

Gore wise - no explicit descriptions but cannon typical stuff I'm okay with.

I can delete any request if it makes me uncomfortable

I'm not really a fan of AUs or anything that strays too far from cannon.

Can be a platonic or romantic relationship. Aka dad or husband? (Basically I have some deep daddy issues)

I like to have dialogue prompts to start off. But it's okay if not. (I lack the creative fuse to make up a story but can sure as hell write em.)

#doctor who x reader #the doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #12th doctor x reader #9th doctor x reader #11th doctor x reader #saul silva x reader #alec hardy x male reader #alec hardy x reader #campbell bain x reader #cale erendreich x reader #crowley x reader #ineffable Husband x reader #sierra six x reader #rory williams x reader #captian jack harkness x reader #cullen family x reader #james marriott x reader #jonah simms x reader

[ophelia-writes-fics]

please read!!

here are some rules/info for this blog to read before you follow!

firstly, please don't follow/interact if you're under 18! this blog is gonna be mostly smut if i'm being honest, so i'd rather people only follow if they're of age.

second, my requests are open! a quick list of fandoms and characters i write for is below.

the ones in bold are the characters i'll write nsfw content for! all characters are open for either platonic or sfw romantic requests, though.

(if you don't see a fandom or a character and you're curious, send me an ask! I mostly write character x reader, but I do certain ships as well. again, send an ask for specifics!)

bad samaritan (cale erendreich)

broadchurch (alec hardy, ellie miller)

doctor who (all doctors, donna noble, martha jones, rose tyler, amy pond, river song, the master/missy, jack harkness)

good omens (aziraphale, crowley, beelzebub, anathema, muriel)

hannibal (hannibal lecter, margot verger)

jessica jones (kilgrave)

our flag means death (pretty much anyone!)

prodigal son (martin whitly)

takin’ over the asylum (campbell bain)

third, absolutely no terfs or radfems allowed. this blog is a safe and inclusive space for trans people and people of all genders.

thank you so much for reading, and i hope you enjoy!

#pinned post #please read

[leahsflwer]

David Tennant master list (With his characters)

In here you shall find a list of characters including David Tennant himself followed by imagines on each of them! My requests are always open so feel free to do so <3

Includes SMUT ♥️ || FLUFF 🤍 || ANGST 🌧️

David Tennant (himself) -

Crowley -

Doctor who -

Alec Hardy -

Peter Vincent -

Campbell Bain -

Harry Marshal -

Barty Crouch Jr -

Other -

[multipleheartbreakhotels]

Hi, welcome to starlight's asylum Здравствуйте fellow people, I’m very bored and if you want you could give me some writing requests <3

rules + who i write for

Rules:

I write fluff and comfort and I will TRY to write smut. I never wrote smut but I will TRY.

no piss and shite

no paedophilia

no human servitude

I don't write male readers

I for now only do drabbles because I'm kinda busy

requests are ovb open

Harry Potter:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Fred Weasley

Hermione Granger

Nymphadora Tonks

Ginny Weasley

Marlene McKinnon

Marvel & X-Men:

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Peggy Carter

Yelena Belova

Charles Xavier

Maria Hill

James Barnes

Doctor Who:

8th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

Maze Runner:

Newt

Takin' Over The Asylum:

Campbell Bain

Actors/Singers:

Alex Turner

Chris Evans

Scarlett Johannasn

Thomas Brodie Sangster

Florence Puge

Emma Watson

Sebastian Stan

Lana Del Rey

A/N: SOOO yup here they are….pls request Im very bored and btw for some of these characters I will put meh original character for example if you request something with Al then it will be al x marya anyways have a gay day meh lovelies

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#harry potter #sirius black #remuslupin #fred weasley #harrypotter #marauders #steverogers #natasharomanoff #peggycarter #yelenabelova #charles xavier #mariahill #marvel #mcu #10thdoctor #11thdoctor #8thdoctor #doctorwho #dw #maze runner #newt #campell bain #takin over the asylum #chris evans #alexturner #scarlett johansson #thomas brodie sangster #florencepugh #lgbtq #feminism

[raz-writes-the-thing]

As that anon who wants DT charachters to sub, I have positively read nearly if not all Campbell Bain smut on tumblr and finished watching taking over the asylum im out of places to go guys pls help me. But also I think that other anon who acknowledged me:)

I’m sure you have but you could try ao3, fanfiction.net (is that still a thing? There might be old works on there maybe) or Wattpad?

Like I said before I don’t know anything about Campbell other than he’s a DT character from that show I haven’t seen haha. I’ll watch it eventually but as it stands rn I couldn’t write him for you

#asked and answered

[mellicose]

are you still thinking about the other campbell+drugs prompt, or did it not sound good? or did tumblr eat it? (nom nom()

It was not lost, but I took a little break doing the Hardy Headcanons. 

The one where Campbell smokes weed for the first, and hopefully the last time. 

Rated: Mature for drug use and sex. Not super kinky, and kinda funny.

“Are you sure?” she said on the exhale. Pungent smoke curled around her face.

“Yah. I’d like to give it a try,” he said, looking around. It was a party, but everyone was too high to be energetic. Mellow rock music played from the other room. Someone stretched out on the floor and closed his eyes nearby.

“You don’t have to do a thing to impress me,” she said, fluffing his silky hair.

“That’s not it. I want some of that, for once,” he said, pointing to the guy nodding slowly to the music near them.

“But I adore just the way you are,” she said.

She looked at him. It wasn’t that she was trying to nanny him. It was because of what he had. He had never smoked, and she didn’t know how he’d take it. Some people got stereotypically mellow, while others freaked out. And a Campbell freakout might be something for the history books.

He rolled his eyes. “You gonnae let me have a hit?” he said. “I used to smoke cigarettes. I doubt it will be much worse that that.”

“This isn’t tobacco,” she said. She was beginning to wish they hadn’t come to the party. He crossed his arms and looked around again. Most were mellow. There was a couple making out, slow and deep, in a dark corner. She watched him, and understood. He just wanted some peace of mind, however temporary. Who was she to deny him that?

“Please,” he said. There was a plaintive look in his eyes.

“Okay. But we’re gonna shotgun the hits. This stuff is strong,” she said.

“Shotgun?” he asked, leaning in as she relit the joint.

She smiled at him. “I’m going to blow the smoke in your mouth. You inhale as I exhale.”

He wiggled his eyebrow. “That sounds fun,” he said. She straddled him, and out of habit, he put his hands on her hips. Her brow furrowed as she inhaled.

“Exhale,” she said. He obeyed, then she pressed her lips to his and he took in the smoke until he thought his chest might explode in coughs. A burnt, musky, herbal taste filled his mouth and his lips pursed.

“Hold it!” she said through a cough, then giggled. “as long as you can. If not, it doesn’t work.”

His face steadily got redder, and then he exhaled forcefully and coughed, waving his hand over his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s rank,” he said, drinking from a bottle of water. She kissed his neck, and he put a hand on the small of her back. “Should I be feeling something?” he whispered.

“Dunno,” she said, and kissed down his neck. She tugged at the neckline of his t-shirt, and kissed his clavicle.

“Let’s do it again,” he said, rubbing her back. She was beginning to feel it - the sparkly tingle extending from her lungs to her limbs, making her both light and heavy at the same time. It might be fun to share it with him this time.

She relit, hit, and took a soprano singer-sized hit, then blew it into his lovely mouth. His hand turned to a claw on her back, but he took every bit, holding the smoke in his lungs until his adam’s apple bounced with his need to cough… then for a bit longer.

“Holy shit, Cam, blow it out!” she said, slapping his arm. He exhaled with a whoosh, then coughed into her breasts as she laughed.

“That was epic,” the guy lying on the floor near them said, then closed his eyes again.

“I know,” she said, cradling Cam’s face in her hands.

“You okay?” she said. She giggled. She was feeling good.

He shrugged. “Let me hit the joint myself.” He was determined.

“Whatever, babe,” she said, handing it to him. There was still more than half of it left - her buddy rolled legendary j’s. No one person besides Snoop himself could finish a whole one without dropping.

He put it to his lips, letting it hang off like a cig. He looked sexy, in a furrowed, Man with No Name way. She giggled again. Cam was many things, but he wasn’t cool. Still, he did it for her. So hard.  She lit it for him and he inhaled and coughed, then inhaled much deeper. He looked up at the ceiling as he waited for his lungs to be bathed in smoke, then exhaled. He coughed for a couple seconds, then put the j in the ashtray.

“No more. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work,” he said, hugging her closer to him. Her limbs were deliciously heavy. She wanted to be alone with him.

“Hey. Dude,” she said, waving at her buddy on the floor.

He opened his eyes … barely.

“Can we chill in your studio?” she said.

He was a guitar player, and the other room of his two bedroom flat was his makeshift studio. He had a rack of guitars, amps, a keyboard, a loveseat, and his recording equipment.

“I don’t know,” he said, stretching out.

“Come on, man. Do me a solid,” she said. They had been friends since elementary school, and he had used her space many, many times for illicit liaisons with women before he had his own place. And Cam was her man, not some hookup.

He dug into his pocket for his keys and threw them at her. He kept the room locked, especially in times like this. Some stranger going in there during a party and fucking with his babies would definitely harsh his mellow.

“Come on,” she said, getting off him and pulling him to standing. She smiled. He was already feeling heavy. She could tell.

She unlocked the door and pulled him inside, then they plopped into the loveseat in a tangle of limbs. He smiled at her as he looked around. He had both acoustic and electric guitars. There was a pile of effects pedals near a window, and tangles of wires leading to a soundboard.

“This looks slightly familiar,” he said. His speech was slow, and his beautiful brown eyes were nearly closed.

“You play?” she said, putting her arm around his shoulder.

“Not well. But that part, I know,” he said, pointing to the soundboard.

“How do you feel?” she said, tugging on his shirt.

“Strange. I can’t quite … describe it. My thoughts have gone quieter,” he said, taking another sip of the water she brought with her. “It’s nice.”

“Do you feel that thing in your chest - like a spreading warmth as it hits your bloodstream?” she asked. She put her fingertips together over his heart, then spread them slowly. “Whoa.”

He thought for a couple of seconds, then nodded. “Yeah. I do,” he said. “It’s wild.” He lay his head back and lit his heavy eyelids fall closed. He was floating, in silence. He was sinking into the loveseat, slowly, and he felt every centimeter. There was no other sensation or thought to distract him from that feeling.

She slid off his lap and knelt in front of him.

“You are feeling it,” she said as she lifted his shirt over his belly and unbuttoned his jeans. He put his hand on her forearm - not to stop her, but to acknowledge her comment. He didn’t really want to talk. She had always wondered what it might be like to have him high. He was an energetic lover, which was mind-blowing… but he was languid now, and his limbs were hers to devour, at her own pace for once.

She rubbed him over his underwear, looking up at him.

“Does that feel nice?” she asked, even though he hardened quickly in her hand. He nodded, but his eyes were still closed.

“I can do better,” she said, pulling down the waistband to expose him. She sucked him, taking her sweet time with every inch of him. His breath deepened, but he didn’t rake his fingers through her hair and pump his hips into her mouth like he did when he was sober. It was … peaceful. She rubbed her lips along his length, tongue undulating on him, then sucked him deeply. He sighed, and he finally touched the back of her neck, but he didn’t press, or guide. He just caressed, ever so lightly, as she made a snug o with her lips and moved over his veiny, slick flesh over and over, more slowly than he had ever let her, and it was delicious because she could feel him now, feel the act and savor his precum and his scent with each slow bob of her head.

Her lips swelled against him, and her cheeks burned. He was so good like this. She held him in her fist and sucked just his head. The sensation as the crown of his cock caught at her lips made her pussy twitch. She was throbbing.

She stopped to take off her jeans and pull off her shirt.

“Don’t stop,” he said, giving her a languid grin. “That feels good.” He dragged the word out, then licked his lips. She unhooked her bra and climbed on his lap. His saliva-wet cock slid against the inside of her thigh, and he bucked, but slowly. It was perfect.

She pressed him into her swollen seam, rubbing against him. Usually, he would already be desperate, his hands clawing at her hips to sink into her. But now, he threw back his head and groaned, just letting the sensation wash over him. She put his hand on her breast, and he tugged on her nipple. She smiled as she leaned into him, sucking his plump lower lip. Everything was maddening friction.

His cock, sliding between her folds. Her thighs against his hips. Her belly against his. Her breasts on his chest. Her lips against his. And, miraculously, there was no fucking hurry.

She held on to the back of the loveseat and rubbed against him. Her arousal was intensifying to frenetic despite the weed. He finally put his hands on her hips, but again, it wasn’t to urge, but to caress.

“Kiss me again,” he said. She slid her tongue deep in his mouth, and he did not taste like weed. It was just sweetness. She bit his lip, moaning softly, then kissed his neck. He was so tame she could take her time, and she nipped and licked at his taut flesh. He groaned and squeezed her hip. “Bite. Harder,” he said.

It would mark. She cradled the back of his neck in her hand and rubbed her lips against his sweet spot, which was in the curve between neck and shoulder.

“Go on,” he said, arching underneath her. He was getting lively. She kissed him, then bit. His fingertips dug into her. He gasped. “More.”

“You’ll bruise,” she said, licking his earlobe. He bucked his hips into her.

“Then bruise me,” he said, looking at her through slitted eyelids. “that’s what scarves are for.” He giggled, a slow hiccup that made her press her hand to his belly.

She moved to the other side and licked his silky skin there. He bent his neck to give her better access. She kissed him, hesitant.

“You know you want to,” he said teasingly, and slapped her ass. “Chicken.”

She arched as she bit down. He trembled, and she felt him twitch against her. She sank onto him and rode him hard, grunting with each stroke. He looked up at her and licked his lips with a slow tongue, then, he winked.

She giggled and slapped him. “Cheeky bastard. Are you pretending?” she said, looking into his eyes. They were convincingly bloodshot. Oddly, she found she didn’t like it. It was grime on the windows to paradise.

“Why’d you stop?” he said, bucking his hips. “You can laugh and shag at the same time, can’t you?”

“You talk too much when you’re high,” she said, licking the bite mark on his neck. When sober, after penetration, he could do no more but make sounds.

“It’s yummy. I can actually process the sensations. Catch up wi’ masel’, so to speak,” he said. She stared at him, and he smiled at her. “I can feel your heart,” he said. “Down there.”

“Shush,” she said, and kissed him as she began to ride him again. He kissed back, but unhurried, and it both titillated and frustrated her.

She kinda wanted the sober him back. He would be straining against her by now, back straight, fucking up and into her as much as she fucked him. She missed his whimpers and grunts, and his gaze, clear amber with lust.

Still, sober or not, he felt really good. She rolled her hips into him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He let out a moan and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“I feel it,” he said. She felt the rumble of his voice against her cheek. “Yes.”

She sucked on his tender earlobe. “Tell me when,” she said, tightening around him with every roll of her hips. “Promise-“ she was gasping now, aching for release, but he couldn’t come inside her.

Her hips went from rolls to quick little thrusts. She felt the tingle growing to warmth deep in her belly, where he was. She panted into his neck.

“shit-“ he said, and he grabbed her hips.

She couldn’t stop. Not now.  “hold it for me baby. just a little more. just a little-“ Warmth bloomed into heat in her cunt, then shot up past her belly button to her brain. She moaned long and deep into his skin as her pussy pulsed around his cock.

“jesus I can’t do it-“ he said in a trembling voice, and she bounced off him just as the first weak spurt of come oozed out of him. She fell to her knees and sucked him hard and fast, and he burst with a bone-vibrating groan in her mouth. She sucked until he tapped her head lightly, then she licked the rest off his belly and pulled his underwear back up.

She redressed and sat on his lap. He was even more mellow with orgasm. She missed his tight hugs and pillowtalk.

“This is good shit,” he said, closing his eyes. She traced his eyebrow and pouted.

“You’re too good for it,” she said, and lay her head on his shoulder.

#dt ficlet prompts #campbell bain #takin' over the asylum #david tennant #fanfiction #smutty smut #cam doesn't need drugs to be brilliant #i'm biased

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Fic meme

I was tagged by my friend @kelkat9. Thanks!

How many works do you have on AO3?

153

What’s your total AO3 word count?

374,837

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Preview (Nine x Rose, Ten x Rose) smut

2. The Bakery Bridesmaid (Ten x Rose AU) fake dating/mutual pining bakery AU!

3. Business Affairs (Tentoo x Rose) reverse fake relationship, co-workers

4. Merry and Bright (Ten x Rose AU) college soulmates AU with color brightness

5. Changes (Tentoo x Rose) autumn fluff, eventual first-time smut

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I appreciate them so much!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Loss of Existence (miscarriage fic)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Pretty much everything else. haha This in particular is fluffy gumdrops of happiness. It helped me feel better, at least:

Pink and Yellow: The Blog of a Flower Shop Girl (Ten x Rose AU) blog au, florist au, Valentine's day

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Up on the Rooftop (Campbell Bain from Takin' Over the Asylum and Bella from Bella and the Boys) bipolar, Christmas/New Years

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Only twice, and it sucked, but they were known trolls, so it made it easier knowing that it wasn't just me specifically but someone who had made it their hobby to be mean to people.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, mostly pretty vanilla M/F so far, but there's been some kink-ish things in there.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of! haha

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I have OTPs for pretty much every fandom. haha But I've mainly written Ten x Rose AUs and Tentoo x Rose, so that one is always up there.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My rock star AU. Hit a wall while writing about the Ten AU character experiencing that writer's block burnout with his music and so I stopped, so it was very meta. haha

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, character development, AU writing

What are your writing weaknesses?

I could probably do better if I were doing this for money. I could spend the time beating myself up and reading all the advice books and blogs and seminars. I am a professional editor and know my writing is weak and not professional-marketable-fiction quality. But you know what? I do not care because I am doing this for fun and community. The point is that I have imagination pictures in my head, and I am sharing them with you as best I can, as fast as I can before my brain loses interest and does something totally different.

Also, plot. lol

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't because I am not confident enough that I would get it right, and I am sadly monolingual.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who was the first for which I published my fic, but I wrote little things for a decade I would never share (they are terrible and deleted most of them as soon as I wrote them) for lots of fandoms.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Well, Painted on my Heart (Pride fic) is always up there, but that already gets a lot of love, so I'd like to plug my artist!Rose x noble!Ten AU, The Rose of Fortuna.

It is very late here so please consider yourselves tagged! Every single one of you reading this. Yes, you! Please do it and feel free to tag me.

#I really mean it! #self-recs

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Chapters: 3/?


Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Takin’ Over the

Asylum, Gallowglass (TV 1993), Jessica Jones (TV), Underworld (Movies)


Rating: Not Rated


Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings


Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Campbell Bain/Joe

(Gallowglass), Zebediah Killgrave/Lucian (Underworld)


Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Campbell

Bain, Joe (Gallowglass), Zebediah Killgrave, Lucian (Underworld)


Additional Tags: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Christmas Fluff, South

Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Cold Weather, Cuddling & Snuggling, Couch

Cuddles, Kissing, Snow, Hot Chocolate, Other Additional Tags to Be Added,

Anal Sex, Making Love, Boyfriends, Gift Exchange, Sweetness, Fluff and

Smut, Floor Sex, Married Sex, Tenderness


Summary:

A Christmas themed collection featuring the pairings of the Good Omens

Extended Universe!

chapter three: Christmas In New York (kilgrave x Lucian)

#woohoo new chapter #good omens extended universe #underworld #Lucian #marvel's jessica jones #kilgrave #lucian x kilgrave

[alightcaseof-fanfiction]

After It All, I'll Start With You

OLD FIC

Campbell Bain x Joe fanfiction.

#taking over the asylum #gallowglass #honey boyfriends #no smut #campbell bain #joseph herbert #joe herbert #joe gallowglass

[broken-lycan]

Rating: Explicit Ship: Campbell Bain/Will Charity Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Daddy Kink, Caning, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, BDSM, Aftercare, Trans Campbell Bain, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie Word count: 1669

Summary: Will and Campbell fuck on the balcony. That's it. Pure smut.

thank you @hurtslikeyourmouth for giving me the courage to post it xD

this fic was a bit of a roller coaster in the making. first, it was illogical husbands, then it was Campbell/Bill and now it's Will/Campbell xD

#good omens extended universe #campbell bain/will charity #brokenart

[hurtslikeyourmouth]

Chapters: 5/25


Fandom: Gallowglass (TV 1993), Takin’ Over the Asylum, Broadchurch, The

Decoy Bride (2011), Heartlands (2002), Underworld (Movies), Prodigal Son

TV 2019), Bright Young Things


Rating: Explicit


Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings


Relationships: Alec Hardy/Joe (Gallowglass), Ginger Littlejohn/Miles

Maitland, Campbell Bain/Lucian (Underworld), James Arber/Colin Lawes,

Campbell Bain/Martin Whitly


Characters: Alec Hardy, Joe (Gallowglass), Ginger Littlejohn, Miles Maitland,

Campbell Bain, Lucian (Underworld), James Arber, Colin Lawes, Martin

Whitly, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Original Characters, Ellie Miller

(Broadchurch)


Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Christmas,

Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Christmas Tree, First Christmas,

Christmas Decorations, Making Out, Smut, Butt Plugs, Light Dom/sub, Sex

Toys Under Clothing, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be

Added, Couch Cuddles, Fireplaces, Dancing, Ice Skating, Snowmen


Summary:

I have been dared to.. and I will try my best

chapter five: Snowmen- Joe and Campbell

#good omens extended universe #takin over the asylum #gallowglass #Campbell bain #joe (gallowglass)