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arting-block · 1 year

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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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b0w-ties-are-cool · 5 months

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Baby Fever (Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You are doom-scrolling on the internet and there are baby images and videos everywhere. You might just convince your boyfriend. NSFW FOUND HERE

Warning(s): no use of y/n, baby fever obvi, some suggestive language but I cut all the smut out of this one

Word count: 562

You had convinced your boyfriend, the Doctor, to get an actual phone so that you could send him TikToks. After about a week of trying to convince him he finally gave in. It was soon after that your for you page got delightfully plagued with videos of babies. These videos poured fuel on your baby fever ember.

You started saving them to your favorites and sending them to your boyfriend. Your baby fever started to get so bad that you had dreams about you and the Doctor having a baby. At that point, you didn't know if you were daydreaming or nightdreaming.

Babies took over your TikTok, Pinterest, and Instagram. You made mental notes of baby names that you liked. You knew that their name would have to be unique. You particularly liked Sailor, Zamora, Atlas, and Kya.

You are currently lying on the couch in your three bedroom apartment in Chicago. It has a grey-brown aesthetic with a grey couch and brown wooden coffee. You had a Roku TV, you turned on The Big Bang Theory just to have background noise as you scrolled on Pinterest.

You and the Doctor are babysitting your sister's kids. Technically her and her kids lived with you, you just take care of them because she has a night job.

You had gotten the 2 year old twins, Logan and Landon, to bed. You had bunk beds with rails for them. And there was a crib in there as well for your sister's 9 month old, Bella. You had tasked the Doctor with putting Bella to bed.

You hear footsteps approach you, and you look up to see the Doctor standing behind you.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He asks as he shows you his phone that is open to his TikTok messages with all the baby videos that you sent him.

"...No..." You say awkwardly, "They were on my FYP."

"Apparently on your Pinterest too," He states, looking at your phone screen and raising his eyebrows.

"And Instagram..." You mutter, your face is burning.

The Doctor chuckles, "Got a bad case of the baby fever?"

"Yeeessss!" You whine and drag out the pronunciation of the e and the s. You sit up and turn around to face the Doctor. "Impregnate me goddamnit!" You shout playfully.

The Doctor laughs while mouthing 'no' and shakes his head at your shenanigans.

"That could be my Christmas gift!" You grin up at him, biting your lip mischievously.

"Your Christmas gift?" The Doctor questions, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows at you. There is a hint of a smile that he is trying to hold back.

"Yes!" You exclaim, "Or right now." You stand up from your spot on the loveseat and walk up to him, knowing exactly what to say to convince him. "Breed me, Doctor," You whisper in his ear.

Before you knew it, you were in your bedroom. The Doctor kisses and leaves marks on your neck. Your hand rests on the back of his head, your fingers tangled in his hair.

~~~time skip~~~

He places a kiss on your forehead then lays down next to you.

You turn your head to look at him. "We were supposed to be babysitting..." You mutter with a laugh.

"Babysitting, baby making. They go hand in hand." The Doctor jokes with a smile.

#doctor who #eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #baby fever #eleventh doctor x you

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theobjectofyourire · 2 years

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Eleventh Doctor x reader fluff disguised as smut because it’s actually the reader’s first time and they’re really nervous. But the Doctor’s incredibly sweet and patient. Kind of inspired by the Daemyra scene from episode seven? I’m still not over it.

a/n: wow wow wow I cannot tell you how much I loved this!! seriously this was so much fun to write and so perfect for my first request! thank you so so much, anon, I really hope you like it!

word count: 3.2k

cw: some angst and hurt/comfort vibes in the beginning, worries of unrequited love - but it all gets resolved, so much build up, definitely gets spicy later on, I think the request pretty much sums it up

ps. if you want The Feels, the song I imagine them dancing to is The Night We Met by Lord Huron

Enjoy!

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A Thing Of Poetry

Your cheeks flush as reality begins to settle around you, adrenaline leaving your senses far more alert than you'd like. The chill of the ocean breeze does little to cool your skin, let alone soothe your ego, and it all seems a terrible joke that despite having a Time Lord by your side, you're incapable of erasing this moment from history.

You'd need only travel a few minutes into the past, just enough to create a distraction, some sort of loud noise that would send you both back to his blue box, or out exploring beyond the sands. It wouldn't be anything serious, not in the big scheme of things. Of course, there was always the chance that your past self would run into your current self and tear a hole in the fabric of space and time, which admittedly seemed rather an extreme risk for what essentially amounted to an embarrassment. It's also exactly why the Doctor would never allow it, and it isn't as if you could fly the Tardis without him. Not that you would want to. You can't imagine one without the other.

No, the only thing you truly want right now is for this unbearable, almost unbelievable silence to end. He's the Doctor, your Doctor, who not a few hours ago managed to talk for ten minutes straight without so much as taking a breath. The same man who once explained water in such a way that by the end of it, even the poor fish was confused. The Time Lord who has a clever, if not somewhat silly reply to everything and everyone in the whole of the universe, and yet, here and now, seems incapable of uttering a single word.

You've done the impossible in rendering him speechless, and you're not entirely sure how to feel about it. Unsettled seems a good word. Awkward, chastened, terrified, the list goes ever on, but you're trying not to dwell on it too much. Instead, you attempt to refocus your attentions by observing him, hoping to discern something of an understanding from his movements.

He stares at you with wide eyes, unreadable save for the obvious shock. His long lashes continue to flutter the way they always do when excited or nervous, and his fingers are trailing along his bottom lip as if examining a precious artifact.

You wonder if you've made a terrible mistake.

His gaze begins to wander, drifting from yours to the midnight sea stretched before you. At the end of a trying day and a few near misses, he'd asked to take you here, a moonlit beach at the edge of the world. A world, he said, where dragons once roamed. Your face lit up at the mere mention.

I knew you'd love it.

You'd nestled yourselves in the sand, just a little distance from the incoming tide. You hadn't any blankets or towels, only a knit jumper and his body heat to keep you warm. It had been, by all accounts, the perfect evening.

It might have stayed that way.

You never should have kissed him.

Your Doctor lets out a deep sigh, a sound so uncertain, you think your heart might break. You can't bear the silence a minute longer.

"I'm sorry," you choke as you haul yourself to your feet, all but running back to the Tardis.

"Y/n," he murmurs. His voice is soft and painfully kind, enough to make you consider turning back. You can't help but imagine the way he'd wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly as he kissed the top of your head, comforting and consoling you until the dawn. All you want is to snuggle into him, but you're already fighting back tears, and it doesn't seem fair to let the Doctor see you cry.

You force yourself to keep going. He says your name again, louder this time as he shuffles about the sand. You hear him curse (his idea of cursing, anyway) as he slips, unable to get a firm footing, but you keep your eyes fixed straight ahead as you trudge across the beach. Knowing his coordination, or lack thereof, you have a few minutes before he catches up with you.

You find yourself trembling as you fling yourself into the Tardis, propping the door shut behind you. She rumbles, seeming to sense your distress.

"I'm alright," you mumble, burying your face in your hands. "I'll be alright."

The Tardis lets out a low groan.

"I know," you heave a sigh. "I don't buy it, either."

You run your hand along the rails as you make your way towards the stairs. You plan on going straight to bed, but you've not made it two steps into the hall before you find yourself on the other side of the console.

You swear you can hear crickets chirping as you glance around. Did you take a wrong turn? You must've done.

You give your head a good shake before returning to the stairs, taking them two at a time and heading to your right. You end up exactly where you were a few seconds ago, steps away from the Tardis console, in full view of the doors.

"Oh, god, no." Your voice is little more than a whine. Even to your own ears, you sound like a child, but you can't bring yourself to care. "No, no, no, don't do this to me," you plead with the ship, panicking as you hear the Doctor's voice getting closer.

You run up the stairs again, though you don't know why you bother. The Tardis keeps putting you back in the console room, determined for you to be there when the Doctor arrives. Unfortunately for the both of you, you're too stubborn to simply give in.

"You're just like him, you know," you grumble as you head up the stairs, yet again. "Neither of you play fair."

The Tardis hums sympathetically. Where do you think he learned it from?

You snort as you keep walking. The whole thing becomes somewhat soothing - like walking in a circle without getting dizzy. That's how he finds you, arguing with his old girl while walking in a loop, disappearing up the stairs before reappearing seconds later on the other side.

You're too caught up in your own whirlwind of frustrations to notice the Doctor, who's currently leaning against one of the rails and smiling something proud.

Look at you.

Stomping around the Tardis, arguing with her as if she were your own, refusing to surrender despite knowing you can't possibly win...right now, you look a little less human and a little more Time Lord.

Though he tries to suppress it, you can't help but hear his giggle. You turn on your heel with a glare, staring him down. "What?" You flinch at the venom in your voice, but it doesn't seem to fluster him in the least. He just keeps on beaming.

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all," he chuckles as he rubs his hands together, a cheeky glint in his eye. "Just reminding me of meself."

You cross your arms. "Oh, am I?"

The Tardis gives another little rumble, which the Doctor matches in turn. "Yes," he smirks, straightening his bow tie. "Yes, you are."

You try desperately to cling to your anger, an ire so warm it's nearly burned away even the deepest of insecurities, but it doesn't stand a chance against your Doctor. His lopsided grin is already beginning to quell your irritation, leaving you more vulnerable than you'd like. Anxiety trembles in your core while shame coils itself around your heart and in an instant, you remember why you're stuck in this predicament in the first place.

You never should have kissed him.

You chew at the inside of your cheek, offering him a small smile you hope looks sincere. Of course, it doesn't help that you can barely meet his gaze.

In four long strides, he's made his way over to you, eyes alert and brows furrowed. "Something's wrong." His voice is low, a slight growl in the back of his throat the way there always is when he's serious.

You shake your head. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he mutters, looking you up and down as if you're something to be analyzed, searching for a crack in the surface. Your Doctor, always looking for some physical wound, some stretch of skin easily mended. You feel exposed when his cheeks flush, realization dawning on his features.

"Oh."

You manage a nod, gulping down a bit of tension. "Yeah."

"Oh, Y/n," he sighs as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against yours. His breath is warm on your skin, like a campfire beneath an autumn moon. If only you could stop thinking of his lips.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

He pulls away just then, making you regret having said anything at all. "For what?"

He's looking at you with such concern, at once both gentle and steadfast. It certainly isn't a help to your poor heart, which is beating approximately five times faster than it should be. He's really going to make you say it, isn't he?

Your fingers are shaking as you run a hand through your hair, forcing yourself to look at your shoes, at the console, anywhere but his face. "I shouldn't have kissed you."

Kissed. Such a small word, a thing of poetry, and yet it feels like an awkward curse as it tumbles out of your mouth, tasting of something forbidden. You feel so tiny. So silly. You just wish you could disappear. You just wish he could say something to make it all better.

"Why?"

Well, that isn't what you had in mind.

You bounce on the balls of your feet, completely overwhelmed with nervous energy. "Why did I kiss you?"

"Why are you sorry?"

You perk up, daring to look at him as a little spark of hope begins to flutter in your chest. His brows are still furrowed, confusion etched on every line of his face, both endlessly ancient and unfathomably young. Such a beautiful contradiction, your Doctor. The way he's looking at you...

"I...your reaction," you stammer. "I thought you didn't like...I thought you didn't want..."

You trail off as he breaks into a grin, taking your face in both of his hands and again, you find yourself feeling tiny. This time, you don't mind it so much.

"Oh, Y/n." His voice is soft, almost a whisper. His thumb grazes your cheek, wiping away a fallen tear. "My silly, wondrous, Y/n."

You're about to say something, ask him a question, perhaps, but you never get the chance. His lips are already brushing against yours, immeasurably soft with a tender passion you had only ever dreamt of. Your breath catches itself in your throat as his long lashes tickle your skin, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in a kiss filled with a lifetime of yearning.

You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him close until his chest is against yours and you can feel his hearts, both beating almost as quickly as your own. You can't stop yourself from moaning into his mouth as he presses you up against the rails, no more than you can help the shiver down your spine when he echoes it back to you.

You find yourself trembling as he pulls away, admiring the slight blush that still lingers on his cheeks. "I've wanted to do that since the moment you first stumbled into my Tardis," he murmurs, offering a smile as sweet as it is mischievous. He sweeps his thumb across your lower lip, chuckling as you suppress another moan. "I never imagined you wanted the same."

"More than anything in the world," you admit, swallowing down a shaky breath.

He gives you a wink. "Which one?" God, he's sly.

You slide your hands down his chest, wrapping your fingers around his suspenders and giving them a playful snap. You could swear he growls in response. "All of them, Doctor. I want you more than all of them."

He takes one of your hands in his, eyes refusing to leave yours. He presses his lips against the soft skin of your wrist, gentle, and yet desperately possessive. "What are we waiting for?"

He slowly leads you around the console, drawing you nearer the stairs, but despite the fact that your desire is growing by the second, you can't ignore the nervousness in the pit of your stomach.

"Doctor..."

You curse your voice for wavering, wishing you could maintain any semblance of the confidence you felt a minute ago. If you're being entirely honest, part of you is terrified. Not of the Doctor, never of the Doctor, but of disappointing him. After all, you aren't as experienced as most humans, let alone a thousand year old Time Lord.

He needs only glance at your expression to see your apprehensiveness, and it doesn't take a moment for him to spring into action. The lust in his gaze is replaced with something softer as he strokes the back of your hand. "Y/n?" he asks, his voice overflowing with care.

"I...I haven't...well, you know how some people...you know, most people..."

His forehead is all scrunched up as he tries to make sense of your words. You can't blame him, of course, you can hardly make sense of them, yourself. You hadn't thought any of this out, but you're determined to get through to the end.

"I'm what you might consider," you continue, uncertainly, "well, that is to say that I'm not one to have participated in...you know, I've never..."

Mercifully, understanding flashes in the Doctor's eyes before you manage to butcher another sentence.

"Oh!"

"Yeah."

"I see." He runs a hand over his jaw, eyes darting about the console room as he contemplates. You start to curse yourself again, worrying you'd ruined it all. You shouldn't have said anything. Why did you always have to say something?

"Oi, you," he murmurs, kind but firm. "Stop that."

"What?"

"Getting lost in that head of yours." You nod sheepishly. He's right, seeing through your anxieties as he so often does.

"Doctor?" you ask, hesitantly. "I want this. I wasn't lying, earlier. I want this more than anything, and maybe I shouldn't have told you-"

"Oi," he interrupts, wagging his finger like the silly old man that he is. "What did I just say?"

"Get out of my own head."

"Exactly." He taps the end of your nose, making you smile and squirm. "I'm glad you told me. If this is what you want-"

It's your turn to interrupt. "It is."

He smiles and squeezes your hand. "Do you trust me?"

You don't even consider your answer. You've known it all along. "Always."

He winks and snaps his fingers. The Tardis dims her lights as music starts playing from the console. A song from your world, a song he knows you love more than anything. The lyrics always made you think of him.

He brings your hand to his lips as he bows, tipping an imaginary hat and beaming when it makes you giggle. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, his voice but a whisper in your ear as you dance in the heart of his ship.

"You're divine," he hums, kissing the base of your throat. Your hands slide into his hair as he lightly sucks the sensitive skin, cheeks flushed from the sensations as well as his words. You can feel him smiling as you shiver. "I want to show you."

"Show me, Doctor?" You're nearly breathless. "Show me what?"

He brings his lips back to yours, engulfing you in a kiss so longing, so endless, it cannot but threaten tears at the sheer romance of it all. It nearly shatters you when he breaks away, caressing your cheek as his green eyes, full of stars, pour into yours.

"I want to show you how brilliant you are," he murmurs. "I want to show you just how much I adore you."

You gaze up at him, lashes fluttering as you blush. The music seems quieter, somehow, and it's only when your eyes drift from the Doctor that you realize you're no longer in the console room.

The Tardis, it seems, transported the both of you to your bedroom. You can't help but giggle.

"Too right, old girl," he chuckles, looking up at the ceiling and giving her a salute. "Too right."

He takes off his jacket, draping it over a chair before shrugging off his suspenders. Next is his bow tie, which he slowly unravels and sets gently atop one of your shelves. He's undone two or three of his shirt buttons when you still his hands with yours.

His eyes are twinkling as you make your way down to the last, brushing aside the fabric to run your fingers along his chest. It's his breath that shakes, now, as you explore further, hands toying with the zip of his trousers.

He swallows a moan as he stops you. As much as he wants to know what your hands would feel like around him, it can wait. This night is about you.

With a kiss that leaves you trembling, he begins to undress you, an act that can only be described as reverent. He presses his lips against every inch of your bare skin, the shock of the cool air immediately soothed by the warmth of his breath.

When you're standing before him, all but bare, he sinks to his knees and asks once more if you trust him.

"Yes," you whisper.

He places loving kisses along your hip bones before moving down to your thighs, holding you steady when you begin to quiver with anticipation. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, gripping tight as he gets closer and closer to your aching sex.

"Please," you beg, not even certain what you're begging for.

He smiles against your skin. "As you wish."

Head between your thighs, you call out for him, your voice little more than a whine as his tongue swirls around you, sucking at your most sensitive spot all but dripping with arousal.

"Doctor," you murmur breathlessly as his fingers slide inside you, unlocking secrets even you were unaware of. He hums your name, the vibrations sending intense waves of pleasure through your core. You cling to him for dear life as you clench around his fingers, your own digging into his scalp.

The orgasm feels endless. You wonder if it is. If the Tardis is somehow looping time, or if the Doctor is simply that good. Something tells you it's the latter. The thought sends a tingle down your spine.

He licks his lips, swallowing your arousal with a moan as he looks up at you with a smile. "Do you have any idea how delicious you taste?"

You giggle as you cover your face, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks yet again. He rises from his knees, kissing his way up your body until his lips are against yours, the ache between your thighs already returning. You're still shivering from his fingers, his tongue, everything he did, and it hasn't gone unnoticed.

"Don't worry, my love," he purrs. "The night is just beginning."

#11th doctor #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor x you #eleventh doctor #doctor who #11th doctor fic #doctor who fanfic #doctor who fic #11th doctor fanfic

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 1 year

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Fluff disguised as smut for the eleventh doctor x virgin reader where the reader is extremely self conscious about their body, but the doctor takes his time to make sure the reader feels comfortable and safe? Cuddles and aftercare too, if possible?

I got you!

It’s okay

Warnings: Fluff and semi smut

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Y/n had stared at herself in the Tardis’ mirror

She thought she looked horrible in the dark blue dress she was wearing

The thought of The Doctor seeing her in the dress made her want to scream

Y/n didn’t want to disappoint him since this would be the first time he would see her wearing a dress

She usually wore baggy clothes to cover up her body, but of course she couldn’t do that right now because of the time period they were at

Y/n rushes back to her room and shut the door behind her quickly

Tears left her eyes now as The Doctor calls for her

The Doctor starts to hear her sobbing in her bedroom

He rushes to her room and opens the door immediately

“What’s wrong…?” He asked her as he now shuts the door and walks over towards her bed

She covers her breast that showed before he could’ve noticed them

Once he was in front of the bed, he sits down and kept looking at her

“Oh I think I know what’s bothering you” he starts as she now looks at him

“Are you feeling self conscious about yourself?” He asked her which shocks her since she didn’t think it was that obvious

“How’d you-“ “sweetheart your covering up your breast” he points out which makes her turn red from embarrassment

“Now what makes you think I’d judge you? Has someone done that to you before?” He asked her which makes her bite her lip

She hadn’t realized how nervous she was from telling him the truth until she had drawn blood from her lip

“Y/n please tell me if someone has” he said as she stops biting her lip

“I-it w-w-was m-m-my mom” she stuttered out which made the Doctor frown

“Why would your mother say things like that?” He asked her which made her shrug her shoulders as a response

It was true, Y/n had never understood why her mother was so against her own daughter’s body

Maybe it was cause her mother wanted her to be a model at such a young age, that even when she was a toddler, her mother had decided to say cruel words

Y/n had wondered why her father had left them, but now it all made sense

~”My mother wanted me to be a model, so that’s probably why she would say negative things about my body” she explains which makes his two hearts break

“Well your mother is definitely wrong!” He said with anger in his tone now

“You don’t know that Doctor!” She argues back

“Let me see it then. I won’t change my mind though” he said which makes her lift her arms slowly

Once her breast were showing, The Doctor had smiled

“Their beautiful” he said with a smile now on his face now

She smiles and a blush forms on her face

“T-t-t-thanks” she stuttered out because she didn’t think he’d like them

“Your welcome love. You look lovely in the dress by the way” he said which makes her blush obvious

“Thanks” she said once again and stood up

He stood up as well and moves closer towards her

His lips were on hers now which makes her smile

She pulls apart and now his hands go to the back of her dress

He finds the zipper and asked her if he could

She nods her head and he unzips her dress

Her dress soon goes onto the ground and she steps over it

“Look at all that beauty!” He complimented which makes her face look like a tomato

Her pussy was soaking wet now due to all the complaints

“Lay down” he said calmly which makes her lay back down

He takes his bow tie off first and then his other clothes

Once he was naked, he goes back onto the bed, but this time he was on top of her

“Your so pretty” he compliments as he starts leaving kisses on her neck

“Thanks…” she said as his lips go onto her chest

He starts sucking around her nipple

She moans and soon a knock interrupts their session

The Doctor stops and groans

“Who could possibly be at the door?!” He asked as he gets up

“I don’t know” she said as she also gets up and puts her dress back on

The Doctor puts his clothes back on and then goes to the door

Y/n tags along once her dress was fully back on

Once she had caught up, the door was opened and now she was shocked to see her mother

“Oh hello ma’am” the Doctor said and soon he got slapped

Y/n had flinched and now her mother was looking at her

“Why does this always happen?!” The Doctor asked

“Get out of this weird machine right now!” Her mother snaps at her

Y/n hides behind the Doctor

“Y/n come on! You have a photo shoot” her mother said which made the Doctor cringe

“No offense ma’am, but she doesn’t want to go with you” he said which made her mother so mad

“Why would you know what is good for her?!” Her mother snaps at him

“Cause he knows me better then you know me” Y/n said which made her mother upset

“Um it was a pleasure to meet you, but bye!” The Doctor quickly shuts the door

He locks the door, and then goes to the controls

“How did we end up in the wrong time?” He asked her

She shrugs her shoulders

Y/n goes towards the controls and then holds onto the handle

“Anyways let’s go to the right time this time” he said and soon the Tardis moves

Note: I hope you enjoyed Anon!!!

#an anon #a request #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh Doctor x reader smut #matt smith #eleventh doctor

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The Elevator Game [Part One]

Parings: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Your day goes from bad, to worse when you get stuck in an elevator with a handsome guy.

Warnings: None, but smut in future part(s)

A/N: So this is sort of a build-up to the next part. But I hope you like this one! Also I don’t know if you guys would like to be tagged for when I release part two? So if you do, just reply to the post or DM me! Thanks guys! Xx N

You ran through the hallway, your bag unzipped and papers flying everywhere as you checked your phone once again. You were running late, as always; and only had about ten minutes to catch your train before you were late for your dinner reservation.

Today was not your day, you thought to yourself as you shuffled out of the office. First, you woke up late this morning; which pretty much set the entire theme of your day. You were then late for everything because of this. Missing your doctor’s appointment in the morning, to then getting a late lunch and not having enough time to stop at your favorite cafe but instead, settling for some black coffee and a bag of chips.

Your co-workers cancelled their meeting with you last minute because you were off looking for lunch, which then lead to right now; about to miss your train home so you can treat your friend to dinner for her birthday. Which you were hoping she wouldn’t be upset if you missed it. But you wouldn’t blame her if she was.

Running over towards the elevator, you saw it beginning to close as you picked up speed. No way in hell were you going to wait for the elevator again. You were on the thirty-third floor of the building and it was rush hour. The next time the elevator stopped on your floor, you’d probably have grey hairs growing.

“Hold the door!” You shouted out to the person in the elevator, running towards the closing doors.

Shoving your foot in between the cracks, you managed to save yourself in just the nick of time. You let out a sigh of relief as the door re-opened, allowing you to take a step inside as the guy in the elevator made some room for you.

Pressing the lobby floor, you looked over at him shyly, “Thanks,” you told him with a small smile.

He was so ridiculously good looking, you thought to yourself as the doors closed in front of the two of you. Curly brown hair and matching eyes with broad shoulders and thick arms. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t one of the best looking guys you’d ever came across. Even if in an elevator for a few brief moments.

The elevator started moving down each and every floor, passing them all by as you watched the numbers go down. You took a deep breath, checking your phone to see the time. You were beginning to feel confident now that you could make that dinner.

The lights flickered on and off in the elevator, which startled you for a second. You’ve been working in this building for such a long time, and that has never happened before. You began to feel yourself getting nervous, seeing you were heading towards the twelfth floor. Just a few more, you thought.

There was a jolt, making you stumble and bump into the guy as you lost your balance. You steadied yourself before you felt the elevator come to a complete stop at the eleventh floor. The guy picked his head up to make sure you were on both of your feet as he looked at the numbered floor.

But you didn’t move. The numbers didn’t go down, the elevator door never opened. You watched as he pushed the open button, but nothing happened. The lights flickered once more, making you look at him, trying to hide the panic in both of your eyes.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath as you pushed another floor. Any floor. You were just hoping that the damn thing would start moving, but every button you pushed just continued to make the lights flicker again, “C’mon!” you banged on the door nervously.

The guy coughed to get your attention, covering a laugh with his hand, “I, uh..don’t think that’s going to help us here, love,” he told you with his crisp English accent trying to politely, yet sarcastically, tell you to knock it off.

He looked you up and down as his eyes peeked through from underneath his baseball cap, flashing you a smile that made your stomach twist into a knot.

You could feel his eyes on you, and it felt pretty good. But you had a much bigger problem right now, and this guy staring at you was going to have to wait.

Pressing the emergency button, you saw the light go on, but nothing else was happening. Maybe it took some time, you figured.

Well, guess you weren’t going to make that dinner…

Huffing under your breath, you begin to text your friend your apology. Of course this would be how you were ending your day. Stuck in a freezing cold elevator with a handsome stranger, missing your best friend’s birthday.

He must have noticed how stressed you looked as he turned to you, giving you a small tap against your shoulder which made you jump.

“Sorry!” He apologized quickly for scaring you, “I, um..you okay?” He stammered.

You were surprised how quickly his cocky little grin wiped away to show his concern for you. Maybe he wasn’t as confident or self absorbed as you had initially thought.

“Just great,” you sighed as you sent the text to your friend. You had a pretty good feeling she was going to be pissed off at you now, and being stuck in an elevator with a stranger was the worst possible alternative, despite the fact that he was cute.

The man pressed his lips together, trying to decide on what to say to you. He adjusted his hat, giving you a small, yet flirty nod with that smirk coming back to his lips, “What’s your name, love?” He asked you.

“Y/N,” you answered him, leaning your head back against the wall. You weren’t really in the mood for small talk, and the possibility of being stuck in this enclosed space for a long period of time was beginning to freak you out a bit.

“Y/N, I’m Tom,” He said to you with a smile. On any other occasion, a smile like that would make your heart melt. But right now you were too on edge to even be concerned about that, “Come here often?” He asked.

You glared at him as Tom started chuckling, clearly the idea of being trapped inside of an elevator was charming for him. At least one of you thought so.

Tom saw your reaction and swallowed his laugh, “Uh, right okay. How do we get out of here?” He tried again, staring at the buttons.

“We wait,” you answered him nervously, pressing the fire rescue button again repeatedly.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. This day went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds. You were never really a big fan of small spaces, and now you were beginning to remind yourself of why that was. You were lucky you weren’t alone in this ordeal; but at the same time, maybe that wouldn’t have been such a bad thing considering you were pressing this button as if your life depended on it.

“Um,” Tom called out to you with a panicked look. He was pretty sure pressing that button was only going to make matters worse instead of better.

Tom could tell you were on edge, even though he knew nothing about you. There was so many things about you that he found attractive, but he was too afraid to bother you with it knowing you were stressed out.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t help in some sort of way. After all, you both were stuck here until god knew when. And he had nowhere to be. Why would Tom mind at all about being stuck in a secluded room with a pretty girl he had never met before him? It was actually kinda nice for him, and a change of pace.

Gently grabbing your hand, Tom pulled your fingers away from the button you were manicaly pressing, “Let’s not do that,” he suggested with a small laugh.

You let out a sigh of frustration as you let go. This was your worst nightmare. It felt like everything was going wrong today, and there was no escaping it. Right now, all you wanted to do was go home, but you were stuck here.

“You’re really beautiful, you know,” Tom flirted, his eyes looking right into your soul and his smile from ear to ear.

You rolled your eyes as you tried making a phone call, but there wasn’t enough service to send it out, “Are you really trying to hit on me right now?” you asked Tom seriously. Just because he was cute, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to annoy the hell out of you, you thought.

“That depends,” Tom shrugged, taking his hat off as he plopped himself down onto the elevator floor without taking his eyes off of you once.

Raising your eyebrow at him, you muttered some choice words underneath your breath, “Depends on…?” you asked him, waiting for him to stop being so damn smug.

“Is it working?” Tom smiled up at you through his eyes.

You thought about it for a moment, but shook your head in denial, “Absolutely not,” you told him back. Trying not to glance over at him, and instead focus on your phone.

“I feel like I don’t believe you,” Tom challenged.

“Shut up,” you retorted.

Your nerves were all bundled up right now. Neither one of you had any clue how long you would be stuck in here, and it was feeling crowded already between the two of you.

Snapping at Tom wasn’t going to help you though, and you felt a little bad for telling this stranger who was being nice enough to distract you, to shut up. You took a deep breath, pushing your hair out of your face to find a spot next to him on the floor.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, I’m sorry,” you apologized with an exhale.

Tom shrugged it off, “I get it. You’re stuck here. With me,” he added with a nod as a smile started pulling at his lips again, “The most handsome guy you’ve seen in an elevator,” he tried again as he nudged your shoulder in an attempt to make you laugh, “Who’s trying so hard to keep us stuck in here so he can get your number,” he admitted.

You felt your cheeks heating up as you let out a tiny laugh. This guy was such a little shit, you thought to yourself. His words were sweet and endearing, but his timing was just so very bad. You knew he was trying to keep you distracted, but you couldn’t help but laugh off his attempts.

The lights flickered rapidly before shutting off all together. Your heart started racing rapidly as your hand flew to Tom’s arm, gripping onto him tightly. You were overcome with panic, you didn’t even realize you were holding onto his hand.

But Tom understood and remained calm, his free hand pulling you into his arms to try and get you to breathe slowly and calmly. Stroking you arm gently, he could hear your breathing in the darkness slow down a bit as he held onto your hand.

“Tom,” you breathed you, swallowing some of your panic as your head rested against his shoulder, “Can you distract me, please?” you finally asked him, hoping you didn’t come off as some needy damsel in distress.

“Distractions, okay,” Tom pressed his lips together as he tried to think quickly, “How about a game?” He asked you.

“S-sure,” you stammered out, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to concentrate on Tom’s distractions rather than the fear of being stuck in here all night.

“I’m going to ask you a bunch of questions really fast, and you have to answer them really fast,” Tom said as he adjusted his hat to look down at you resting on his shoulder in the darkness, “That sounds fun, right?” He tried.

You groaned at his comment, “I’m not two, Tom,” you answered back.

“Right, okay. Yeah,” Tom stifled a laugh, actually thankful you couldn’t see the look on his face from your sassiness, “So, what’s your favorite color?” He asked you.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh as you agreed to play this game, “Purple,” you told him simply.

“Got a favorite food?” He asked another question right after she answered.

“Sushi,” The first thing that popped into your head just came out.

“Batman or Spider-Man?” Tom asked with a proud grin.

“Batman,” you answered quickly.

Damn, okay, Tom thought to himself as he laughed to himself silently. He had to admit, you not knowing much of anything about him made you even more attractive. It was something he got to see on very rare occasion, especially when it came to women; so this for him was a very pleasant surprise.

“Where were you off to after you left here?” Tom asked, picking up on you having plans from earlier.

“A friend’s birthday dinner,” you answered, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were still stressing over that, but at least this was a decent distraction.

“Favorite Disney prince?” Tom asked randomly.

“Aladdin,” you answered just as quick.

“Favorite band?”

“Foo Fighters.”

“Best looking superhero?”

“Thor.”

It was worth another shot, Tom thought to himself with another chuckle.

Tom scratched his chin, smiling to himself as he felt your body became a little less tense. Maybe this really was working, he thought, “Um..any pets?” he asked, trying to get back on track.

“Nope.”

“Got a boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Married?”

“Nope.”

“Would you fuck me?”

You didn’t answer right away, but you knew your answer. Not wanting to blurt it out, you made Tom wait for moment. Keeping him on the edge of his toes before taking an exhale.

“Yes,” you finally answered.

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companionjones · 5 years

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Cover Story

Fandoms: Doctor Who, Eleventh Doctor

Pairing: Eleventh!Doctor x Student!Reader

Summary: The Doctor makes a surprise visit to your classroom. The only thing is, he didn’t really think things through...

Warnings: None!

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At that point, your concept of time was gone. It was usually out of wack because of your time travelling in the TARDIS. That day, it was because of school. Specifically, it was because of one class you were struggling through. You could barely stay awake.

Then, something happened that woke you right up. The Doctor walked in.

“Hey, y/n!” He cheerfully called as he entered.

Honestly, you froze when you first saw him. You couldn’t think of anything to say. What could you say? A time travelling alien had just burst into your classroom.

Your teacher voiced her concern before you could voice your own. “Who are you?”

The Time Lord smiled, “I’m the Doctor, and I’m--” Suddenly, the absurdity of his truth hit him, and he lied for your sake, “I’m from the...state office, here for Mx. L/n.”

“Doctor Who?” questioned your teacher, “And which ‘state office?’”

The Doctor struggled to answer your teacher’s questions.

Noticing, you answered instead, “Dr. Smith. John Smith. He works...with my therapist.”

The Doctor played along. “Yes! Yes, this student of yours here...lots of problems up here.” He tapped your head..

You cringed at the mildly harsh physical contact and sarcastically whispered to the Doctor, “Thanks for that,” Then, you turned your head back to your teacher. “Well, Dr. Smith has to talk to me about my meds. So, I have to go. Bye!”

Once you were out in the hallway, you whisper-scolded the Doctor, “Really? You couldn't think of a cover story before you walked in there?”

He responded, “Usually, if I talk fast enough, I don’t have to come up with a cover story for anything.”

That got you to chuckle, “Yeah, I know.” You then asked, “Why’d you want me out of there?”

The Doctor looked down at you for a second before answering, “I’ve found my travels to be very...boring. I missed you.”

“Aw, I missed you too, Doc.” You smiled as you put your arm around his torso.

To return, he tossed his arm over your shoulders as the two of you walked.

After some comfortable silence, you reached the TARDIS. You were thankful to see it again.

Once you were inside, the Doctor trailed behind you. He seemed like he wanted to ask you something.

“Yes, Doctor?”

He was silent for a couple seconds more. “Y/n...have you ever considered...traveling with me full time? I find myself missing you a lot, and I promise we will have so much fun. And Y/n, I will keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you--”

“Yes,” you cut him off, “Yes, yes, of course yes.”

For some reason, the Doctor still needed confirmation. “Yes?”

“Yes!” you cheerfully shouted back. You were more than happy to not see that awful teacher or that awful school again for as long as you were traveling with the Doctor.

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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. 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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shuichiakainx · 29 days

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Matt in New York🗽

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shuichiakainx · 5 months

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Today officially marks 15 years since Matt was announced as the #Eleventh Doctor in Doctor Who Confidential. Matt was 26 years old at the time and not yet known, and now he has become known all over the world with millions of fans! I'm so proud of you Matt ❤️

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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 · 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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The Journey for the Juice

Requested by: Anon

Request: Can I pleaseee get a 11 th doctor x reader where they’ve been travelling for a while and they go back to her house to get some things and the doctor finds a watch like the one 10 used to become a human and when confronted about it she has no idea and it turns out her parents used it to hide her from the time war as a child and just fluff <3

Fandom: Doctor Who, Eleventh Doctor

Pairing: Eleventh!Doctor x F!TimeLord!Adopted!Reader

Warnings: One kind of curse word; Reader has a mother and a father; and my apologies to the requester, but I don’t think this is very fluffy. I tried my best, but on the contrary to the fluffy sound of the title, I’m pretty sure this gets a good amount of angsty. Again, very sorry Anon. It’s just the way it turned out with the request you gave me. If you have a problem with this, please message me and maybe we can figure something out.

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Traveling with the Doctor had been a dream you didn’t know you that had come true. You’d been with him for a few regenerations. It wasn’t until his last face that you two admitted your feelings for one another. You were beyond happy when his regeneration process didn’t change the way he felt about you.

Since the TARDIS had everything anyone would need to be happy, you rarely had to go back home for anything else than to see your loved ones. However, you were picky, and you only knew of one place that perfectly made your favorite juice: the farmers market in your home town.

Before a run back home for your drink, you realized the Doctor was just as nervous as he had been in his first couple to see your parents. “Would you calm down?” you chuckled, “My parents love you. I actually might think they love you more than they love me.”

The Doctor gave you a look that told you he was not a fan of your joke.

“Hey,” again, you chuckled. You carefully placed your hands on the sides of his face. “Everything is going to be fine. It’s just another trip, alright? It’s actually going to be much more boring than our usual adventures,” you added, trying to make once more to him smile.

That time, it worked.

“Now, come on. I miss my juice.” You kissed your Time Lord, took his had, and led him our of his space ship.

Both of your parents were more excited than you expected to see you and the Doctor. You could barely pull yourself and the Doctor away to go to the farmers market. When you got back, your parents had the two of you wrapped up in their little web yet again.

Once their seemingly endless questions ran out, your father offered to make dinner. Your mother went with him to pick up the needed groceries. The Doctor and you were alone in your childhood home.

The Doctor was puzzled as his eyes roamed the shelves of your family room. “All these pictures...they only seem to go back to when you were seventeen. Why is that?”

“Oh. That was about when they got me. I was adopted.” Your words were matter-of-fact.

He looked to you as your eyes remained on the photos. “You never told me that.”

“It never needed to be said, Doctor. My parents, they’re my parents. I never had any interest in finding out who my birth mother and father are.”

The Doctor wasn’t saddened by your words, but as he always was, the Doctor was curious. “If you don’t mind me asking...were you in an orphanage or the foster system?”

You fell silent.

When the Doctor looked over, he saw a dreadfully confused expression painted on your face. He suddenly had the feeling he usually had when he was on an adventure with you: a feeling that something was terribly wrong. The Doctor repeated the question, “Y/n, were you in an orphanage or the foster system?”

“I...I don’t know, Doctor,” you struggled to admit after you turned to him to search for some kind of solace. “I can’t remember.”

Just then, your parents entered through the front door. Your mom had a smile on her face, until she saw your expression. “Y/n, Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Mom, Dad? I can’t remember what happened before you got me. What’s happening?”

Immediately, both your mother and father were on red-alert. “Y/n, Darling, sit down, please,” your father urged, “We’ll explain everything. Just don’t think too much, okay?”

“What?” you asked, taking a seat on your couch. “What’s going on?”

Suddenly, the Doctor reentered the conversation. “I think I know, Y/n.” He looked down at what he was holding, and thought long and hard about what he was about to say. “Can you tell me what you know about this watch?”

Your mother was angry. “You put that down. That is a family heirloom.”

“No, Mom. Leave him alone,” you demanded as you stood up and moved between the Doctor and your parents. You turned to your significant other. “Where are you going with this, Doctor? That-that watch has always just been there.”

The Doctor then glared at your parents, pocket-watch still in hand. “How long did you plan on keeping this from her?” He barely gave them time to answer. “Is this why you were fine with Y/n traveling with me? Is this why?”

“Doctor! What the hell is going on?” You stepped in front of the Time Lord, and the desperation in your eyes broke him.

For a few moments, the Doctor remained silent. Then, an almost unreadable emotion took over his features. The best you could describe it was a sentiment of awe and understanding. “Of course it would be you.”

“Doctor, please. I don’t know what’s happening,” you were practically begging at that point.

He still couldn’t break eye contact with you. “Just...breathe, alright? Breathe for me.”

Definitively not for the first time that day, you quirked your eyebrows in confusion. Then, you heard a click from the watch, and you looked down as the Doctor opened it.

What you experienced when that watch was opened was completely unexplainable. Out of no where, you could remember your whole life. Your whole, real life. You were a Time Lord. You had fought in the Time War, at the Gallifreyan equivalent of sixteen. You fought with the Doctor, and completely understood his decision to destroy both the Daleks and the Time Lords. You were there to see everything burn. However, at the last second, you fell through an extremely rare type of wormhole, and had ended up on Earth. You had regenerated due to the hard journey. You were taken in by the couple you later called your parents, but you couldn’t find a way to be happy. You tried relentlessly to get back to the Doctor, and you would have unbearable dreams about what you had witnessed. A few objects you had on you fell through the wormhole with you. In teaching your parents of your old life, you had also told them what that pocket-watch did. It was their decision to take it and use it against you.

Once you came out of whatever that vision sequence was called, you nearly fell to your knees. The Doctor caught you.

“You...,” you breathed, and looked up at the raggedy man. “You found me.”

Just as you did, the Doctor had tears in his eyes. “Of course I did. Would you ever doubt me?”

Launching forward, you shared a kiss with the Doctor that surpassed any kiss you had ever shared with that man, memories of your past life or no.

He admitted, “Whether Gallifreyan memories or not, I have always loved you.”

“I love you too, Doctor. No matter what’s going on in my head,” you sincerely replied with a bit of humor in your smile.

The rest of the day was full of a lot of emotion. There were tears as you had it out with your parents over what they did to you, but you forgave them after you understood that they just wanted your horrible nightmares to end. It also helped to finally know the true reason they loved the Doctor so much: they had recognized him from your stories, and were ecstatic that you and the Doctor had found each other despite everything that had happened.

In the end, you left your parents’ home with a sense of reinforced love for your Mom, your Dad, and the Doctor. You were also very excited for the future adventures you would have with your newly re-found knowledge.

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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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