#charley's fics

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Hook x Reader●

Request: Where the reader is sting daughter and they know each other since they were little and they only got together after Tyler was jealous that Nick wayne was hitting on her.

@autumntheblogger

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*Tyler's POV*

Sitting in catering eating a bag of chips, I am watching Nick Wayne trying to flirt with Y/N. Me and Y/N have known each other since we were little having both of our dad's being in the business. Y/N being Sting's daughter also puts a big target and pressure on her. I turn down my headphones so I can try and hear what Nick is saying to Y/N.

"Cmon honey. Just one date."

He goes to put his hand on her face but she moves away pushing his hand back down on the table.

"Nick. I have told you three times that you are very sweet and cute but, I am not interested in you."

"Cmon Y/N. Just one date. Please. You won't regret it."

He goes to grab her hand and she pulls it away turning her head away from him. Her eyes land on me and she mouths "Help me". She turns back around looking at Nick with a fake smile.

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*Y/N's POV*

I turn back around looking at Nick with a fake smile. Nick goes to say something but stops as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up seeing Tyler standing next to me.

"Hey Y/N. Umm my dad wanted to see you. Follow me."

"Oh okay. See ya later Nick."

I get up following behind Tyler and Nick huffs crossing his arms. Tyler leads me to his locker room and we go inside as he closes the door. I sit down on the couch and he sits down next to me.

"Thank you for helping me back there."

"Of course. I was watching Nick trying to flirt with you."

"You were watching?"

"I always watch you to make sure you are okay. To make sure nothing bad happens to you. Because I care about you a lot."

I shift a little facing him and look into his eyes smiling a little.

"You mean that Ty?"

"Yes I do. I really do."

"I care about you too Ty."

He looks at me and smirks a little.

"So you're not interested in Nick?"

"Not at all. I have someone else that I have been interested in for awhile now."

"Oh really? Who?"

Tyler looks at me with a curious face and I look over at him with a little smirk.

"I can show you."

I lean forward and slowly lock my lips onto his. I kiss him slowly and he kisses me back putting a hand on my cheek deepening the kiss. We kiss for a few minutes before I pull back leaving our foreheads touching and looking at him.

"So who is it?"

I roll my eyes and push him slightly, sitting back against the couch. He looks at me with a little smile on his face.

"Wanna go on a date?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah! Wherever you wanna go!"

"Let's go!"

I stand up, put my hand out and he grabs it standing up. We grab our backpacks and head out to go on our first date. First of many.

#wrestling imagine #writing #imagines #aew imagines #aew fanfic #aew wrestling #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #aew fic #aew fluff #aew #hook fic #hook fanfiction #aew hook #hook aew #hook aew imagine #charley's fics

[gallifreyanhotfive]

*insert warning about me talking about my watching the show fic on 0 hrs of sleep*

What if I gave the companions complete whiplash by showing them a Charley Era Eighth Doctor story and then immediately after a Time War Era one or something like that.

Like what if I did that.

BEHOLD THE DUALITY OF EIGHT

NONE OF THEM ARE PREPARED

#doctor who #dw #dr who #eighth doctor #big finish doctor who #big finish audios #big finish #charley pollard #watching the show #watching the show fic #fanfiction #fanfic #like im kinda joking #unless??? #jk jk #unless? #its under consideration

[regicidal-defenestration]

He ached to see Charley, to be near to her again, to feel flesh give way and melt together until we became an all-encompassing I and- Nonsense, all of it nonsense. He needed to clear his head.

Or, a post-Scherzo conversation late one night

#this is the first doctor who fic i have finished since 2019 shout out to eight i guess #doctor who #eighth doctor #charley pollard #big finish #writing #eight

[lurking-latinist]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sixth Doctor & Charley Pollard Characters: Sixth Doctor (Doctor Who), Charley Pollard, Louisa Pollard Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Shopping, Time Shenanigans, POV Child, POV Outsider Summary:

Christmas, 1918. Six-year-old Charlotte Pollard meets a strangely dressed man and a lady with secrets.

Christmas, 1918. Twenty-something-year-old Charlotte Pollard has secrets to keep.

#doctor who #doctor who fic #fic #big finish #sixth doctor #charley pollard #(x2) #yes a six and charley christmas story for you!

[skyriderwednesday]

Me: "So if it's 1896, then Holmes is 39, and if it's later than May then Watson is 43..."

Also me: [Ignoring the fact that the Irregulars should age because having to constantly be cycling out kids would be a pain in the ass]

#sherlock holmes #fic writing #sorry charley you were seven in 1887 and you're still seven in 1891 and you're STILL seven in 1896

[honeycologne]

A Scandalous Evening - Charley/Eight

Summary: A break from their usual adventures to be spent enjoying themselves. The Doctor has a surprice romantic evening planned for the two of them, but it gets a bit more scandalous than he had initially planned.

Warnings: Smut ahead! Nothing too bad, Eight is a caring partner. Oral and PIV.

Wordcount: 6011

A Scandalous Evening - on AO3

The Doctor had asked her to put curlers in her hair the night before. Charley tried to pry an answer out of him as to why, but he was adamant it was all a part of a big surprise. 

After some intense adventures lately, the Doctor had promised her something more cheerful for a change. As she put the curlers in, one at a time, she felt the excitement for this new adventure slowly manifest as butterflies in her stomach. 

***

“Now, Doctor, would you please tell me where we are going?” Charley asked.

She stood in just her nightgown and with her hair full of curlers. It was a bit chilly, especially with her bare feet on the cold TARDIS floor. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest. 

“Patience, Charley.” The Doctor answered, as he was bent over the console, pulling levers and pushing buttons. 

While she would never admit to it, she had a soft spot for him commanding her around. This instance was no different.

He glanced up at her with those kind, blue eyes she adored, and took in the sight of her. A smile grew on his lips. 

“Good, Good!” He left the console and hurried towards her.

“You curled your hair as I asked.. Some styling now, and it will go so nicely with the outfit. I'm certain of it!” He sang while eying her up and down. 

Charley did a double take. ..The outfit? “Have you picked out an outfit for me, Doctor?” 

This wasn't something they usually did, and the thought of him picking out an outfit especially for her.. She felt her cheeks starting to flush, but hoped he didn't notice.

“I’ve laid out the undergarments and some dresses you can choose from in the wardrobe”, The Doctor gestured to the corridor “I hope they’re to your taste.”

***

The TARDIS wardrobe was full of clothing from all of the Doctor's previous adventures. It seemed to go on and on for an eternity.

Charley had caught herself on earlier occasions wondering, and making up stories, about how he had gotten ahold of it all. It was mostly historical pieces, and her outfit seemed to be no exception. 

On the chair in front of her were the undergarments; older than any she had used before. A white flowy chemise, with a drawstring at the bust. A pair of stays, balcony style. She held up something that looked vaguely like trousers, but they were not sewn together at the crotch.. 

“ Pantalettes ,” The Doctor chimed in. “..I believe they were called.” He had walked in behind her.

“Kind of breezy, don’t you think?” Charley chuckled back at him.

The dresses hang on a mirror right beside them. Charley had seen paintings of women in dresses like these, but never had she imagined she would get to wear one herself. 

The Doctor had picked out three different ones for her to choose from; One pale blue, with flower details embroidered on the skirt, another pale yellow, with gold trim, and the last one, a fully white with silk ribbons. They all had the same silhouette. Empire waist, small puff sleeves and a long straight skirt, with a bit of pleats in the back. Her hands grazed the fabrics as she tried to decide on a dress. They were so delicate. These had to be the most exquisite fabrics she had ever touched. 

She did like blue.. But when would she ever get to wear a gold trimmed gown ever again? Her hand lingered on the silk ribbons on the white gown. It was so intricate with its layers of transparent lace, yet not demanding of attention like the others. 

«This one.» She decided.

Charley gathered all the undergarments in her arms and carried them with her behind a nearby folding screen. 

“Let me know if you need any help, I’ll just be right outside.” The Doctor assured her.

She started with the chemise, and pulled it over her head. It was made of pure cotton and seemed to breathe nicely. Next were the stockings; a white pair with a delicate pattern running up the sides. They were pretty long, and had to be tied under the knee with some ribbons.

Next were the pantalettes. Charley picked them up and chuckled a bit to herself as she inspected them again. She always imagined people of the past as prude, yet there they were, with crotchless undergarments.

She wiggled them on under her chemise, and tied them in place.

Charley paused for a moment, staring at the stays laying in front of her. There was lacing in both the front and back, and she realised there was no way she would be able to get it on correctly by herself. She had to swallow her pride and ask for help.

“..Doctor?” she murmured.

“Yes? Do you need some help, Charley?” He answered.

“It’s the stays..”

The Doctor stood by the edge of the folding screen, his back turned towards her.

“Are you decent? May I come in?” He inquired, making a number out of not looking before getting her approval. 

“Yes, as decent as I can be I suppose.” She mumbled, looking down at her attire.

Charley didn't feel decent. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but she trusted the Doctor to be a gentleman. He was always a gentleman, she thought. 

She held up the stays to show the Doctor her struggles. He nodded.

“Stays can be tricky, especially without help,” He stated while taking the stays in his hands. “Here, lift your arms for me Charley”.

She obeyed his request. Yet again she felt that feeling in her stomach. The chemise was so thin, she felt the breeze from his movements through it, and it gave her goosebumps all over. This was more intimate than she was prepared for, not that she was complaining. 

“A common mistake people make is taking the lacing out completely to put the stays on.” He continued while pulling it slowly over her head. 

“With other types of stays, or corsets, you have the hooks in the front, so you can open it completely. That is not the case here..” The doctor stood in front of her, and adjusted the position of the stays slightly.

Charley took in his concentrated look. The look of his cravat and vest. She hadn't seen them just this close before. Silk fabric and embroidery..

“Erm.. Charley ?” The Doctor stammered.

She had been lost in her own thoughts, but his voice uttering her name brought her right back. 

“..Would you mind adjusting your bust?”

Charley shot him a shocked expression. 

“It just has to sit correctly in the stays before I tighten them, that's all!” He pleaded flustered.

She straightened out the chemise under her stays, and with her back turned to the doctor, she pulled her bust up so it sat correctly in the cups. 

“There,” She stated. “Now everything is in its correct place.” 

He smiled slightly and let out a small sigh, as he took a step closer to her again.

“ May I? ” Gesturing to the laces. 

“You may, Doctor.” Charley spoke through a badly concealed smile. 

He started tightening at the bottom, and worked his way up.

“I might have to readjust this a bit after I've done the back..” His voice was low.

They were mere inches apart. When he reached the top, his fingers lingered, just a bit, at her bust. She could feel the warmth from his fingers.. And she noticed his breath. It was heavier, and a bit slower, than before. He tied the strings in a pretty bow at the top.

“I’ll have to tie the string on your chemise too, if that's okay?” His eyes searched for hers, looking for confirmation. 

Charley caught herself holding her breath.

“Yes, yes of course Doctor.”

The string was under her stays. He slowly pulled the string up from her cleavage, and started tightening it up and tying yet another bow. While he was working respectfully at her bust, Charley studied his curls. They were practically dangling in her face at this point. His fingers slowly tickled her skin as he fixed the placement of the chemise. 

When the bow was tied, he pushed it carefully down her stays again. She caught herself wishing he could have spent just a bit longer tying that knot.  

“Now,” He walked around her. “the back.”

“Please tell me if I'm pulling it too tightly Charley, it's not supposed to be uncomfortable.” 

He started working from the bottom, just like he had done at the front. Charley felt his presence behind her. Felt the stays becoming more snug around her shape. Nothing too bad, but her bust was practically spilling out of it at this point. 

“How does that feel?” The Doctor inquired. He had laced it up all the way.

“Not as bad as I had expected.” Charley raised her hands to touch the stays. “What was the next step again?” She looked around at the piles of fabric around her. “Ah yes!”

Charley picked up the petticoat, which sort of resembled a dress with its straps at the top. She gathered it up and pulled it over her head. While Charley did the last fine-adjustments, The Doctor had gone to get the dress. He had it hanging over his left arm as he came back. 

“It might be easier to step into it.” He untied the closures at the back, and held it open a bit, while sitting down on one knee in front of her. 

The thought of him possibly being able to see underneath her undergarments from where he was sitting, crossed her mind. Charley lifted one leg to step in, and his eyes shifted from the dress, to her. She stepped another leg in. He had to have gotten a look inside, she was sure of it. The Doctor made sure her petticoat and chemise stayed inside the dress, and pulled it up her body. He held up the bodice so she could put the arms in the small puffed sleeves. The Doctor darted to the back and started working on the closing. 

“All done..” He said. “ Now , let me look at you.”

“What do you think?” Charley asked while doing a spin.

The Doctor's gaze travelled up her body. 

“Charley, you look absolutely beautiful.” He smiled.

“Now Doctor, I believe it is time for you to get changed too, while I finish up my hair.” She commanded with a smile on her lips.

***

The Doctor stood waiting for her by the TARDIS doors. His outfit was not that different from his usual; just a shorter vest and highwaisted pants. He had his look, and he stuck by it. 

“Based on our attire,” Charley grinned as she entered the console room. “I'm pretty certain I know what this surprise of yours entails.” 

“What ever do you mean?” He smirked.

He pushed the TARDIS door open and let Charley pass through. She pushed through some branches and leaves that met her outside to see where they had landed this time. It was evening, but the gravel driveway was lit up by many, many lanterns. They stood outside a grand building, with a magnificent staircase running up to the main entrance. Horses and carriages with gold details stood spread around them. Charley noticed some groups of people all dressed up like her, walking from a newly arrived carriage up to the building.

“Miss Pollard,” The Doctor presented his arm to her. “Would you like to accompany me to the most grand ball of the season?”

“I would be honoured to join you, Doctor.” Charley accepted his arm with a huge smile. 

“But, how do we get in? Do we have an invitation?” She asked.

“I happen to personally know the host.” He led the way up the grand stairs. “She wouldn't mind our presence.. I think.”

“-She owes me a favour anyway.” He quickly added, after noticing Charley's concerned look.

They followed the stream of guests in through the main door, then the entrance room, and up to the big doors to the ballroom. There were servants stationed throughout the halls, and guests bussing around everywhere. 

“Lord and Lady Campbell!”  

One of the servants by the door announced the names of the guests entering the ballroom. The lights were dim, the air hot and The Doctor and Charley found themselves in line to be announced. 

“Won't the guests become suspicious when nobody recognises our names?” Charley glanced up at the Doctor. “We are showing up uninvited, after all.”

“Every ball needs some mystery , Charley.” He answered smugly. “..And society likes some good gossip.”

It was their turn to be announced. They stood at the top of the stairs, and charley took in the sight of the brilliantly decorated hall. Decadent candelabras, enormous chandeliers covered in crystals, and flowers everywhere. Everything was covered with the candles' golden light. There seemed to be several tables with both drinks and snacks for all the attendees stationed at the walls. 

The Doctor leaned slightly towards the servant next to them, and gave him their names. 

The servant nodded, and announced loudly;

“Miss Charlotte Elspeth Pollard and Doctor John Smith!” 

The Doctor, still holding Charley's arm in his, led the way down the stairs to the ballroom floor. 

“Who is this John Smith ? I've never met that man.” Charley teased.

“I couldn't have him yelling out just; The Doctor , to high society, now could I ?” He retorted.

Charley let go of his arm, and took a small curtsey. Some of the guests glanced over at them as she did.

“It's nice to make your acquaintance, Doctor Smith .” She said.

“Very funny, Charley.” He replied.

Music started playing, and some guests coupled up. The others pulled out to the sides to make space on the floor for the apparently upcoming dance. 

Charley knew some dances, but she felt severely underprepared for this. What dances did they even do at a regency ball? She saw several of the men go up to women standing at the sidelines, writing in a little book they seemed to have right at their wrist. 

“Oh I just knew I had forgotten something.” The Doctor had seemingly noticed the same thing.

“Those are dance cards, aren't they Doctor?” She asked.

“Yes, and you don’t have one.” 

“Might be a good thing, considering I don't know what dances we’re supposed to be dancing..” Charley mumbled.

“I guess we’re going to be a bit scandalous tonight-” His eyes darted around the room, before resting at Charleys face.

Her mind started racing at his word choice. 

“-I can't remember what the proper amount of dances between a lady and a gentleman are… Society will talk.” He said with a small smirk.

Right before the dance was to start, he grabbed her by the arm and guided her out on the dancefloor, where they were the last couple in a long line of other wonderfully dressed guests.

“ But Doctor , I don’t know the dance!” Charley cautioned.

“I will lead you, just follow me.” The doctor insisted.

And so she did. She had no idea if the butterflies currently in her stomach were from anxiety, adrenalin.. Or him. Most likely a mix of all three. The music picked up, and the dance began. 

The Doctor maintained eye contact with her throughout every step, every spin. They came closer, and then further apart. Charley did her best to mirror him and soon got into the flow of the dance. 

..One move in particular became a favourite. 

They moved towards each other, raised their right hand and let them meet at face level. Did a turn, and went to the place the other had come from. His warm hand met hers, every time they did the move. His closeness. And just as suddenly as the closeness came, it was gone. Throughout the dance she exchanged partners with the person next to her, and every time, she longed to get her own partner back. Maybe society was right, maybe this was a bit scandalous. 

The first dance was over and they returned to the sidelines. Charley felt hot, her cheeks a flush pink, and she was a bit out of breath from all the dancing. 

“You were wonderful out there Charley,” He handed her a drink from the punch bowl next to them. “Are you certain this is your first ball?”

She accepted the glass and gulped down to quench her thirst. Quickly realising it wasn't just plain lemonade, but rather a pretty strong liquor. 

“Hey, hey! Be careful now!” The Doctor exclaimed.

“A bit too late for that.” Charley coughed.

Several dances, and glasses of punch, later it was time for the last dance of the evening. Charley felt a bit tipsy, but nothing too bad. Her body was just a bit looser and warmer, and the anxiety around performing at the ball had subdued. It was truly a beautiful evening, she thought, now that she could truly appreciate it. The Doctor held out his arm yet again to lead her to the dance floor. How many dances had they had together at this point? Three? Four? Whatever the number, society was talking and keeping an eye on them. Rumours about the strange couple were spreading like wildfire in the room. 

"Were they married? " "No, they couldn't be, they did not share a last name!" "So… are they courting?" "With this number of dances? They have most certainly done more than court!"

The Doctor and Charley took their place in the middle of the floor. For most of the other dances they had been standing in a lineup, but this was different. Every couple stood by themselves. The Doctor stood so close to her, their bodies almost touching with each breath.

“I do believe you know this one.” He whispered quietly, only for her to hear.

And when the music started, she realised, she did. It was a waltz. He held out his arm for her to hold. She took it, and placed her other hand at his shoulder. The Doctor placed his hand on her back, close to her waist. He smiled down at her as he pulled her body a bit closer. 

The Doctor was a formidable dance partner, and Charley let herself be whisked away as he led the dance. 

She noticed his body pushing up against her own. His confident steps and his hand at her back. His curls bounced with their movements. Their eyes met, and for a moment it was all way too intense. She had wished for them to be this close, or admittedly.. closer, on so many occasions. Charley took a deep breath and closed her eyes. 

“How are you feeling?” His voice low in her ear.

She opened her eyes slowly and was met with his knowing gaze and a subtle smirk. They turned around yet again together, before he let go of her back and spun her around. She followed his lead perfectly, and their bodies met again smoothly.

Charley took yet another deep breath, feeling her chest push against him. This whole ball felt like he was playing with her feelings. So close, yet so far. Did he know? Her frustration grew as she took in the moment as much as she could. 

The dance was coming to an end. The light in the room was dimmer than when the night had started, as the candles burned out. Charley noticed the distinct smell of smoke. Standing there, holding each other, she couldn't bear the tension anymore. She leaned in and kissed him softly. Her hand brushed through the hair on the back of his head. He broke the kiss slightly, their faces still touching as he said;

“Charley, they are watching… ” 

Not that he seemed to mind, as he initiated another kiss. 

“ You were the one who said we were going to be a bit scandalous tonight.” She stated. 

There were murmurs all around them, as the guests watched in shock. 

***

The halls got busy as the night was close to an end, and the guests made their way out. The air was still hot from all the people buzzing around. The Doctor dragged Charley through the crowds and out the main entrance. From the top of the stairs they could see the carriages of people leaving. Society was talking, and gossiping. This truly was the ball of the season. 

They snuck away into the bushes they had gotten out of earlier, the TARDIS standing just as they parked it. In the light of the lanterns and the moon above, The Doctor took Charley’s hands in his.

“Now, what do you think? Amazing ball was it not?” He searched her face for an answer.

“It was marvellous!.. But ,” Charley answered.

“ But? ” He said.

“I did expect it to end a bit more..”

“ Scandalously? ”

“Well, yes.”

“ Really Charley? In front of high society?” He teased.

“ DOCTOR! ” Her face turned crimson red.

He pulled her body close to his, and leaned in for a kiss. Charley reciprocated, and felt the tension continue to rise in her stomach. The butterflies were fluttering like crazy. It was a warm and passionate kiss, and she admittedly hoped for more, as she steadied herself with her hand on his chest. 

“I was honestly just planning for a romantic evening,” The Doctor professed, voice smooth in her ear. “But you've seemingly had other plans all along, haven't you?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” She flustered. 

He kissed her ear. “ Your gaze.. ” He kissed her jaw.  “ Your breath.. ”  He kissed her neck.  “ Your flushed cheeks.. ”

Before she managed to compose herself, Charley let out a small moan. The Doctor smiled as he continued to kiss further down her neck.

“So, I am right.” He stated, as he bit slightly with the next kiss. His love bite stung, just a bit. 

Her breath grew heavier with each kiss, but so did The Doctors.

“D-Don't think I didn't notice you lingering at my bust earlier this evening.” Charley managed to stammer out. 

“Mm..” His voice brumming tickled her skin. “ But you liked it. ”

Charley was speechless. He was right of course, but how long had he known, and what is one even supposed to answer to such a remark? 

"Also,” He continued slowly. “I learned this trick from an old friend of mine. It’s a tell-tale sign.”

“Wha-what's the trick?” She mumbled.

She felt a bit embarrassed that she had been so easy to read. Charley didn't like to believe she had a tell . The Doctor went down on his knees, and pushed her dress aside. Her stockings and parts of her thigh were exposed to the cold evening air. 

“May I?”

Charley nodded. He placed himself between her legs, and gave a small kiss at her thigh. She got goosebumps all over from the tenderness. Another kiss, a bit further up from the last. Charley had to lean up against the TARDIS to manage her composure. Another kiss, accompanied with a small bite. 

“..Well Doctor,” She caught her breath as he placed yet another kiss, now right by her privates. “What's my tell?”

He looked up at her through his dark curls, and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“It’s rather simple, really..” He took another nibble at her thigh.

“Then tell me!” She grew impatient with his teasing.

“ I took your pulse. ” He murmured, and just as he had uttered the last word his tongue met her delicate spot.

Charley whimpered slightly by the surprise sensation. She had totally forgotten about the crotchless pantalettes.

“ I..oh. ” She tried to gather her thoughts and continue the conversation, but his deliberate movements at her bud made it quite the challenge. 

“ Mm?.. ” The vibrations from his voice as he worked on her sent waves of pleasure through her. 

“When did you.. m-manage to take my pulse?” 

“On several occasions..” He lazily dragged a finger over her wet folds. 

“I had to make sure your elevated pulse wasn't caused by other factors.” 

He gave a few more swipes with his tongue, and slipped a finger inside her. She was already wet from the teasing earlier that night. His tongue made figure eights, while his finger made slow ‘come hither’ movements just at the right spot. Charley gripped his curls with her free hand, her hips buckling slightly to meet his movements.

“The first occasion was when I tied your chemise and stays.” He grumbled, his breath warm against her skin.

Charley felt the pleasure grow in her lower stomach as he continued.

“Then several times throughout the night, during our dances..” He paused his hand for a moment, and slowly pushed yet another finger in. Charley purred from the stretch. 

“But I got my absolute proof during the waltz, when we held hands.. your gaze and breath.. And you at last confirmed my suspicion.” 

Her grip tightened on his hair, as her breath deepened more and more. She let out small sounds of pleasure at each stroke of his fingers.

“I know you've been thinking of this Charley.”

The doctor did magic with his tongue, fingers pumping in and out. Her wetness pooled down the leg she stood on.

“Doctor, I-”

“You’re doing so well, Charley..” His tempo was steady, and he had no sense of hurry. 

Her thighs trembled, both from standing up for so long, and because of her closing release. She held onto the man's beautiful locks, and her thighs tightened around his head, as she reached her climax. A warmth and pleasure soaring from her lower stomach, throughout her body, as she moaned loudly for him. 

“Good girl.” The Doctor praised. 

He let her leg down from his shoulder, and dried himself around the mouth with the back of his hand. Charley felt a bit of embarrassment seeing him covered in her arousal like that. 

“Would you like to continue this inside? I don’t think we need to give society any more to gossip about.” The Doctor stood up and gave her his arm, yet again.

Charley, still high on the rush, accepted it. He led the way inside the TARDIS, which was also dimly lit by candlelight. Was she in on this? Charley was certain there weren't any lit candles when they left. 

They walked down a corridor, and the Doctor pushed open a beautifully carved door. This door was certainly new, charley thought. She had walked these halls on numerous occasions. Inside was a grand bedroom, with intricate patterns on the walls and.. Yet more candelabras. The room was decorated in the regency style, just as their night had been. In the middle of the room stood a king size bed, with pillows and blankets galore.

“Get on the bed Charley.” He commanded. 

His eyes had grown darker with lust, and even though she had just had her release, she felt the butterflies yet again in her stomach. 

She crawled on top of it, laying on her back. The Doctor stood at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his high waisted pants. She hadn’t had the chance to notice it earlier, but he was practically bursting out of them. The Doctor threw his coat to the ground, and untied his cravat. 

Charley sat up in front of him, and reached out to his pants. She glanced up at him, waiting for approval. The Doctor gave her a small nod. She took his member out of his underpants, and stroked it slowly. He was already dripping from arousal.

“Seems like I'm not the only one who's been thinking of this”.. Charley murmured.

Before the Doctor had the chance to respond, she licked up his shaft, from base to tip. He let out some small groans as she did so. 

“Charley.. ” He placed his hand at the back of her head, and pet her hair. 

She enjoyed the encouragement, and lined him up with her mouth. With a slow movement, she swallowed him. Her tongue massaging the bottom of him, and taking small breaths as he pulled out. 

He was properly purring for her at this point, as his hand guided her head up and down his shaft.

Her Doctor might not be the tallest man around, but he was more well endowed than Charley had anticipated. Even with her best efforts, she could not take all of him.

She used her hand to stroke his base, while sucking the rest of him. The Doctor rumbled in pleasure above her, and the sound of him just increased her own arousal. 

“C-Charley I don’t want to..” He whimpered.

She understood, and did a last slow movement, before backing off him. She didn't want it to end quicker than necessary. 

“Scooch back a bit for me.” The Doctor's voice was low and raspy, seemingly a bit out of breath.

Charley did as she was told, and The Doctor sat himself between her legs. He lifted up her skirts, and began untying her pantalettes. 

“Are you sure you're ready?” He held one hand at each of her thighs. 

“Mm.” Charley felt her excitement pool inside her, she was more than ready . 

The Doctor lined himself up with her entrance, dragging his tip up and down against her. His fingers promptly found her clit again, making smooth circular motions as he slowly pushed himself in. 

Charley let out a small whimper at the sudden stretch. 

“I’ll be gentle.” He reassured her.

He pumped himself slowly further and further in, making sure she was able to adjust to him comfortably. When fully inside, the Doctor did full long strokes. She felt every centimetre of him gliding in and out. He somehow managed to hit her sensitive spot with every thrust. Charley felt so full and stretched, purring beneath him. 

She wanted more. She wanted more of him. To have him closer. She had been waiting to have him like this for so long. All to herself. Charley wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tight to her. The move made him lose his balance, and he fell on top of her, barely catching himself.

“Ops!..” She said cunningly.

Still inside her, now face to face, he kept slowly thrusting. 

“A woman with a plan, eh?” The Doctor grumbled.

He steadied himself on his elbows. Their faces almost touching. She could feel the weight of his body on hers. His warmth, his breath, and he.. Vaguely smelled like honey.

Her legs rested over his hips, and he managed to reach deeper and deeper inside her with his thrusts. The Doctor got comfortable in this pose, and increased his tempo. Charley couldn't keep from loudly moaning each time their bodies slammed together. His curls surrounding her face, his body towering hers. She held onto him with one hand, as the other travelled down her body. Charley managed to find her clit, where she rubbed her fingers and felt the pleasure from his thrusts and her own movements combined. 

The Doctor rumbled in pleasure, and went to kiss her neck again. This time they were more intense, and practically more bites than kisses. These were sure to leave marks, charley thought. 

“ Auch!.. ” Especially that one.

She used her free hand to play with his beautiful brown hair, but was soon cut off by the Doctor grabbing hold of both of her hands. He held them down above her head against the bed. 

“Let me look at you.” He demanded, as he pounded away. 

Charley glanced up at him, loving the view just as much as he probably was. 

“Doctor?” as much as she enjoyed this, she had to admit the dress and stays were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

His expression shifted to one of concern. “Oh Charley, was I too rough? Are you ok? ”

“Yes, yes Doctor I’m fine.” She continued. “But I think I need to get out of this dress now.”

“Oh yes, of course.. Hold onto me.” He said with a glimmer in his eye.

“Hold on..?” She managed to utter, as The Doctor pressed himself close to her, held around her body and flipped them over. Before she knew it she was laying on top of him.

“Now sit up.” 

She steadied herself with her hands at his chest and sat upright, still with his length deep inside her. 

“Like this?” Charley said.

“Yes, good.” The Doctor smiled. “Now let's get those clothes off of you.” 

He sat up slightly with Charley on his lap, her breasts right by his face. The Doctor was nimble with his fingers and managed to open the back of the dress with ease. 

“There, take it off.” He said.

Charley lifted the dress off over her head and threw it off the bed. The Doctor went on to untie the back, and she felt relief as the stays loosened up a bit.  

“I told you to let me know if I tightened them too much, Charley. They are not supposed to be uncomfortable.” He said, with a slight tinge of disappointment in his voice. 

She leaned over him now that he had laid back down, steadying herself with her hands on his chest. 

“Yes I know, Doctor. They were fine until-” She choked a bit on her words. “-Until the activities became increasingly scandalous .”

“ Really? ” The Doctor thrust once deep inside her.

Charley whimpered. How did he manage to get even deeper in this position than the last?..

The Doctor made slow movements with his hips, as his fingers found the neatly tied bow on the front of her stays. He untied it and loosened up the ribbons. 

Charley took a deep, real, breath for the first time since earlier that night. She got the stays off over her head, and threw them off to the side with her dress. Now she was left in just her chemise. 

The Doctor grabbed her hip, as his other hand cupped her breast. His movements steadied as he pushed himself into her again and again. 

“Better? ” His voice, velvet smooth.

“Much better. ” Charley moaned.

He palmed her nipple through her chemise. Played with it, pinched it slightly. It sent shivers up her spine, and she got goosebumps all over. Both her nipples were hard and rubbed against her chemise with their rhythm, giving her a pleasurable feeling. His hand travelled down her body and landed on her other hip. The Doctor grabbed her tightly. 

“How does it feel?” He murmured, repeatedly gliding in and out.

“Goo.. -Oh. ” The Doctor thrust hard into her while she tried to speak.

“You’re doing that on purpose.” Charley concluded.

“Got me there.” He growled.

She leaned over him, letting him take all control of speed and intensity. With his hands having a steady grip on her hips, he slammed himself into her. The sound from their bodies coming together was vulgar, but oh so hot , Charley thought.

“Charley I- I’m not sure how much longer..” He grumbled.

“It’s okay Doctor.” Her own pleasure building up from the increased intensity.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down onto his body firmly, as he went for his own release. She was sure to be sore after this, Charley thought. Her face buried deep into his neck, breathing his cologne. 

The pleasure grew more and more, and she was soon almost overwhelmed by sensations. Being held so tight and pounded into this hard made her release that much more intense, washing over her with a warmth and tingling feeling all throughout her body. 

She could feel him throb inside her. The Doctor was covered in pearls of sweat and his curls stuck to his forehead. He was panting after that last exertion. 

He held her close, petting her hair carefully. Their breaths were slowing down and he gave her small tender kisses on the top of her head. 

“Imagine if society knew of this.. We would be the talk of the century. ” He smiled content.

“We sure would.” Charley sighed, tired from a long romantic evening. 

#English is not my first language and this is my first ever fic #but it is what it is #doctor who #eighth doctor #8th doctor #paul mcgann #charleight #charley pollard #mine #fanfic #smut #regency era #eight doctor

[lynkolnevans]

Billtober 2022 - Day 1: Deal?

Also, chaos god thwarted by local menace:

#charley's art #my art #dailybilltober2022 #day 1 #bill cipher #status update: just pranked a chaos god lmao #hope i dont get my molecules disintegrated! haha heehee #fr me if i ever met billiam cipher #i may die but at least itll be p cool 😎 #i should make this a scene in my fan fic holy crap big brain moment

[heimeldat]

All My Eighth Doctor Fics

COMPLETE:

Biological and Technological Distinctiveness - Charley

Four Months Ago in Chiswick - Charley, Donna

Mushrooms and Starlight - Charley

Flying Lesson - Charley

Point Three Repeating - Charley, C’rizz

Earth Traditions - Charley, C’rizz

A Nest of Stars - Charley, C’rizz

What Never Was - Charley

INCOMPLETE:

Timeless - Charley, C’rizz

The Land of Eternal Moonlight - Charley

Storm Summoning - Charley, Fantasy AU

The Worst War - Molly

Fifteen Senses - various companions

Gravity Sneezed - Charley

The Fish People - Charley

Spiral - Keltans

#doctor who fanfic #eighth doctor #fic list #charley pollard #c'rizz #molly o'sullivan

[lady-charinette]

Just a little thing I wrote that's been stuck on my mind, first BMFM fic. Throttle/Charley centric with sprinkles of Carbine and our lovable Modo and Vinnie.

Enjoy!

Her face appeared in the screen and Throttle looked visibly glad she didn't seem to have a new scar or injury. "Hey, Carbine."

The general gave him a once over, crossing her arms. "Hey, Throttle. So, how's the atmosphere back on Earth? I want to hear a full report."

Despite the way his tongue moved to give a short report on Limburger's continuously failing plans and their efforts to save Mars, Throttle can't help but clench his fist at the building emptiness in his heart.

He cared for Carbine, she was - had been - his first love, she was there for him during the war, when he lost his eyesight. She had been the light in his life once his world had gone dark.

She was the general Mars needed to rebuild itself and save their mice brothers and sisters, there was no doubt in his mind no other was better suited for the job than Carbine.

But the ever present emptiness in his heart during their interactions kept poking at his consciousness, the overwhelming guilt he felt for his feelings not being like they once were.

For his heart not being like it once was.

Throttle would have been a fool to himself if he continued this charade and tried convincing himself that he loved Carbine the way he used to.

His love was reserved for someone else, or could be reserved for someone else.

Throttle resisted the urge to glance back at the garage, where he heard Charley putting away the last of her tools after fixing up a customer's wreck of a car. Throttle and his bros had teased not even she would be able to repair that junk yard, but she had, and the ride looked good as new.

Throttle lifted his specs up, a sign for Carbine to pay close attention to what Throttle had to say next.

With a deep breath, Throttle spoke. "Listen babe, there's something I wanted to say for a while now."

A fleeting look of realization crossed Carbine's face, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. As if she knew what words he was about to utter. "What is it, Throttle?"

Charley kept herself busy with putting away her tools and any loose screws and bolts.

The last time she didn't clean up behind herself carefully, Vinnie had hurt his foot on a nail. That had been fun tending to, with Vinnie complaining how she wounded him oh so deeply.

Shifting her attention from her tool kit to the hallway leading up to the tech room, Charley bit her bottom lip.

Throttle was still talking to Carbine for an unusually long time. Normally they would talk for not even a full minute before the general excused herself to tend to her duties.

But not now it seemed.

"Any idea what those two are talking about?" Charley's head whipped around at the sound of Vinnie's voice, who leaned against the doorframe of the garage. Modo stood quietly beside him, raising an eyebrow in the general direction Throttle was in.

Charley shook her head. "It's rude to pry, you guys."

Modo crossed his arms. "Sorry, we're just worried about our bro, Charlie ma'am." his ears twitched atop his head anxiously. "Last time they talked this long, they went on a 'break'."

Vinnie chuckled. "You mean the time we crash landed here?"

Modo glared at him for the insensitive remark. "Hey." he nudged him none too gently with his robotic elbow.

"Aaouch!" Vinnie rubbed the aching spot, rolling his eyes. "Oh come on, what gives? I bet Throttle's already tired of Carbine playing hot dog with him!"

Charley smiled wrily, stashing away a wayward pipe. "You mean 'hot potato', Vinnie."

Vincent scoffed and held his nose high in the air. "No, I meant hot dog...hot dogs are hot too."

Both Charley and Modo shared a glance and despite Modo's antennas not being connected to Charley for touch telepathy, she instantly knew they shared the same thought: 'oh mama.'

"Tsk, anyway, I don't see why we all have to be so gloomy. Not like anyone will miss Miss All Business No Heart." Vinnie inspected his paws, the passive aggressiveness rolling off him in waves. He really never had a soft spot for Carbine.

As if on cue, Throttle's voice filled the room. "Not like anyone will miss who, Vincent?"

A shiver raced down Charley's spine, Modo regarded his brother with caution and Vinnie's ears laid flat on his head at the mention of his full name. "O-Oh hi bro! Uh, gee, I meant miss cheese of course! Nobody here will miss a stinking block of cheese!" He patted his pants as if looking for something. "Which reminds me, I think I forgot my root beer on the stove. Ride free, citizens!"

With speed matching his bike, Vinnie fled the scene, leaving Modo to shoot an apologetic glance Throttle's way.

Despite his field specs blocking the view of Throttle's eyes, when he nodded his head slowly and offered the smallest of smiles, Modo knew Vinnie was forgiven quickly.

He was the youngest of them after all, none of them could stay mad for too long at the crazy mouse, even if he did regularly get on all of their nerves.

Sensing his presence was one mouse too many in the room, Modo followed after Vinnie to knock some sense into the mouse after his insensitive, if truthful, stunt.

Now alone with a silent Throttle, Charley was unsure how to act. She sensed the sadness rolling off Throttle in waves, but wasn't sure if it was her place to ask or act like she didn't notice anything.

What was protocol here? They were friends, she loved her biker mice, but Charley knew matters of the heart could be especially hurtful, especially wounds so fresh. Besides, Throttle had never really opened up emotionally about his relationship with Carbine to begin with.

All she knew was what Modo and Vinnie shared with her, while not stomping too badly on Throttle's privacy.

Thankfully, Throttle seemed to sense her indecision. "Heh, Vinnie still thinks just because I'm blind I'm deaf too."

The big mouse slowly walked towards his bike, near Charley's work bench and covered by a blanket, as if the motorcycle could feel cold at night in Charley's garage, and leaned back against it, arms crossed leisurely.

His ire from earlier seemed to calm, but Charley wasn't sure if it was the calm before the storm.

Charley muttered. "Sorry, he's....Vinnie."

Throttle chuckled. "Yeah, he is." he hung his head briefly, as if deeply lost in thought. "Speaking of, he said there was root beer. Anymore left for me?"

As if Charley had predicted this outcome, she fetched the two bottles from her work bench and walked over to the mouse, handing Throttle one bottle while keeping the other for herself. Throttle nodded his thanks to her, uncapped it and downed a large mouthful.

Charley nursed her drink slower, trying to discern whether to be too worried over him or try to relax.

As if receiving her thoughts through his antenna, Throttle turned his head towards her. "Something on your mind, Charley-girl?"

Charley leaned back against her work bench, a few steps away from Throttle. "Are those antennas on top of your head picking up my brain waves by any chance?"

A heartier laugh erupted from his throat and Charley allowed herself a small smile at her successful attempt to make him laugh. "Nah, biker's honor."

Charley's smile soon fell and her fingers picked at her drink, the thought knocking at the forefront of her mind not willing to be silenced. "Throttle..." the mouse looked at her, "Are you okay?"

Her eyes stayed on his specs, despite the overwhelming urge to look away or take back her question. Obviously he wasn't okay at all. Great going, Charlene.

Throttle briefly glanced off to the side, as if considering her question carefully before he whispered. "No. Not really...but I will be."

Growing braver, Charley scooted closer, following the path of her work bench. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Throttle inhaled deeply, taking a sip from his root beer. "Carbine and I....we decided to end it," taking another swig from his drink, Throttle continued. "I suggested it, but she didn't seem too opposed to the idea."

Charley shook her head and walked over to Throttle, clasping a hand over his shoulder. "I don't think that's the case Throttle, I think it was as hard for Carbine as it is for you now. I think she just...saw how much it's hurting you not to be with her and made the least painful decision for you both."

The tan mouse chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "You got it wrong, Charley-girl. Carbine and I saw it a long time coming. Besides, she's got more important stuff to do, handling Mars and all."

A surge of protective anger welled up inside the mechanic and she slammed her hand on her worn work bench. "You're important too!"

Throttle eyes widened, enough for the flash of white to go over the rim of his field specs. He could count on one hand how often Charley truly got angry over something, the two times they ever saw her was her concern over their safety and Limburger almost succeeding at killing them that one time.

Catching herself but still standing her ground, Charley clenched her hand into a fist. "I mean it, Throttle. Carbine may be very busy keeping Mars together and trying to keep your kind alive, but you should matter too! You do matter! Modo, Vinnie and I were worried how sad you looked every time you guys talked. After how much you guys sacrificed..."

Charley caressed the side of Throttle's face, her fingers gingerly touching his field specs.

Throttle swallowed, his hand moved up to cover her own and hold it there. "...You don't have to get so fired up for me, Charley-girl." before she could pull her hand away in embarrassment, Throttle's thumb rubbed over Charley's knuckles. "But I appreciate it, thank you."

Throttle's next actions stunned Charley to silence, still holding her hand, Throttle moved his face and kissed the inside of her palm, almost as if in gratitude.

Why did the garage air suddenly feel so hot?

A chuckle interrupted her line of thoughts and suddenly, Throttle was very close and had a lock of her hair wrapped around his finger. "Good to know I'm not the only one speechless here."

Charley felt heat fill her entire face and she gripped her root beer tightly in her hand. "I-"

"HEY, WHO TOOK MY MOOT BEAR?!"

Vinnie's loud voice accompanied by a loud crash ripped both of them out of their little bubble. He looked dazed, his bandana hanging off one of his ears, his body swaying from side to side.

Modo quickly grabbed the intoxicated mouse by his bandolier and tried dragging him back out of the garage. "Sorry Charley-ma'am, Throttle. He had a bit too much to drink!" His attention turned towards Vinnie. "I told you not to come in here!"

Vinnie laughed his signature laugh. "Hey, Throttle, are you touching my lady Charley-lady?"

Throttle walked over to his brother and handed him his own root beer. "Here Vinnie, maybe this bottle will set your vision straight again."

Vinnie looked dumbfounded at the root beer in his hand, before something in his brain clicked....or didn't. "AHA! Modo, you piece of rats ass! You stole my moot bear!"

Modo's eye began to glow in warning. "What did you say you blabber mouth?"

Modo heaved the drunk mouse off his feet and Vinnie laughed maniacally as they took their brawl back into the other room, the door conveniently shutting behind the loud duo.

Now alone again, Charley felt the heat ease off her face thanks to the rambunctious interruption, but when Throttle turned to look at her, she felt her heart miss a beat or two.

Ugh, how pathetic. Control yourself, Davidson!

"I...I'm glad you're feeling better Throttle, even though it wasn't easy."

Throttle smiled; a real genuine smile. "Nothing ever is, but it's all worth it in the end, Charley-girl." feeling flustered under his heavy gaze, Charley moved around Throttle to grab her root beer again.

"Oh, uh, want to have mine? I still have to- there's something I wanted to check before I close up for tonight. Good night, Throttle!" quickly handing him her root beer, trying to ignore the spark that zapped her fingers when their hands touched, Charley Davidson raced out of her own garage faster than Lady could drive Vinnie up to the hot dog stand.

With his hand and face still feeling warm, Throttle tipped the bottle back into his mouth.

For some reason, the bottle Charley drank out of tasted so much sweeter than his own root beer.

"Good night, Charley..." his heart speeding up, Throttle leaned back against his bike, trying to ignore the way he couldn't quite wipe the smile off his face.

Not even when Modo and Vinnie crashed through the wall into him in their brawl.

Thanks for reading! Hope it wasn't too bad.

#bmfm #biker mice #biker mice from mars #bmfm vinnie #bmfm modo #bmfm throttle #bmfm charley #vinnie van wham #modo maverick #throttle #throttle x charley #charley davidson #biker mice fic #biker mice from mars imagine #my fic #my fics #long post

[bluejaysandblackbats]

New writing system

Fever Pitch : After washing up on the shore of an island, Jason and Grant are forced to work together to find the home of a missing child and shut down the resurgence of an old drug-turned-weapon called Fever. (Progress: 4 Chapters)

Bloody Valentines : Vampire slasher AU set in the 90s! (Progress : 6 Chapters)

Central City Lemonade Stand : Teeny Tiny Thad spends the summer with Grandpa Barry and Grandma Iris. (Progress: 3 Chapters)

Sweet Honey Bee : Bart tries to uncover the seemingly sinister deeds going on at the campus while visiting Thad's art school. (Progress: 2 Chapters)

Phantom Grin : Bruce Wayne visits his son's grave on the night of his resurrection. Will it change Jason's fate, or is it all simply inevitable? (Progress: 13 Chapters)

Midnight Swan : Jason doesn't die in the explosion in this AU, BUT he does team up with Kate Kane in this. (I started writing this in June of 2020 and I'm just now getting to proofreading what I've written). (Progress: 5 Chapters)

Five Stages of Mamma Mia : AU where Catherine Johnson (AKA Catherine Todd) is Jason's bio mom and Jason doesn't know who his father is. He engages in adventures while getting to know the men that could possibly be his biological father. I'm literally about to traumatize Jason within an inch of his life (literally) in the process. (Progress: 19 Chapters)

Frozen in Time : Booster Gold and Rani's daddy-daughter weekend does not go as planned. (Progress: 2 Chapters)

Oracle of Jersey : Barbara Gordon runs a podcast that results in six teenagers standing over a dead body. (Progress: 1 Chapter)

#fic #my polls #grant emerson dc #jason todd #dick grayson #joseph wilson #dickjoey #bird's eye #charley parker dc #eddie bloomberg #daniel cassidy #zatanna #bart allen #jenni ognats #zoe saugin #ayla ranzz #richie foley #virgil hawkins #guy gardner #kyle rayner #raven roth #lilith clay #donnaroy #donna troy #roy harper #kole weathers #bette kane dc #ntt #titans west #batfam

[poppiesforthirteen]

Twmpath Dawns

Charley takes a chance

Tags: deleted scene/outtake from Caerdroia, Charley/Eight/Eight/Eight & C'rizz, kissing, fluff, spot of angst because it's still me

"I'm sorry, Doctor," breathed Charley. It had to be comical from the outside, her backing the Doctor into anything, with their height difference, with his usual composure. Luckily they were alone. "I just didn't know if I'd get this chance again."

"Chance for what?" the Doctor asked and before he could go on, Charley pulled him down by the necktie and kissed him.

AO3

#doctor who #eighth doctor #charley pollard #c'rizz #eight #charley #doctor who fic #big finish #dweu #poppy scribbles #🥀 #twmpath dawns #caerdroia

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Damian Priest x Reader●

Summary: You are training with Rhea, Dom, JD and Damian. Rhea blurts out one of your secrets infront of everyone. How will Damian react to what he heard?

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Walking into the Performance center locker room, I toss my bag down on the bench and sit down next to it. I start changing into my practice gear when the locker room door opens and in comes Rhea.

"Y/N! There you are! I thought you weren't here!"

"Nope! I'm here! Just getting ready!"

I stand up fixing my top looking down. Rhea stands infront of me with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. I look up at her confused.

"What's that smirk for?"

"You dressed like that knowing who is gonna be training with us today."

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Yeah right."

She grabs my arm and we make our way out to the ring that she picked. I stand on the side looking into the ring seeing Dom and JD practicing some moves on each other. I look over at Rhea and cross my arms.

"So we are training with JD and Dom?"

"Yes and someone else too."

She winks at me and almost on cue, Damian walks up behind us and puts his arms around our necks. I jump and elbow him really hard in the stomach. He gasps and leans over, putting his head on the apron holding his stomach. I cover my mouth with my hand shocked, looking at him. Rhea starts laughing and climbs up onto the apron.

"Nice to see you too Y/N."

"Well don't scare me like that and this wouldnt happen."

I climb up on the apron and get into the ring. Damian stands up looking at me and shakes his head. He climbs into the ring with us and we start practicing.

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We practice for a little more than 2 hours. I am laying in the middle of the ring breathing heavy. Rhea is sitting in the corner getting a drink. Damian climbs into the ring, walks over to me and puts out his hand. I grab his hand and stand up looking up at him. He hands me a water bottle slightly smiling. I take it and turn to look at Rhea.

"Is that all for today?"

I open the water bottle and take a few sips. She stands up and looks at me and Damian.

"Any particular finishers you wanna get hit with before we are done?"

I look at Dom and JD on the outside than back at Rhea.

"The Riptide. Obviously. Andddd..."

I look back at Damian standing in the corner than back at Rhea.

"South of Heaven?"

"Anything to get Damian's hand around your neck huh?"

I gasp and look at her shocked. JD and Dom are outside the ring snickering. I slightly turn my head to see Damian has his jaw dropped staring at Rhea. I look back at Rhea and shake my head. She looks upset at what she just said.

"I'm sorry I said that loudly. I didn't mean to."

"It's fine. Let's just get this over with."

Rhea grabs my wrist and gets me into position for the Riptide.

"Ready?"

"Warn me next time. Damn. Yes I'm ready."

She lifts me up and slams me down onto the mat. I lay there looking up at her taking deep breathes.

"How was that? You okay?"

"I'm good!"

She grabs my hand and pulls me up. I fix my top than turn to see Damian standing behind me. Rhea rolls out of the ring and watches with the boys. I turn around and Damian puts his hand around my neck. He smirks looking at me with me not noticing that I'm biting my lip. He leans into my ear whispering.

"This what you wanted babygirl?"

I gulp feeling his breath against my ear and neck and shake my head yes letting out a little moan at the nickname.

"Meet me after this at my hotel room. I'll have my hand on your neck all night if you want."

I shake my head yes looking at him with puppy dog eyes still biting my lip. He flings my arm over his shoulder, lifts me up and hits me with a South of Heaven. I lay there looking up at him taking deep breathes. He smiles looking down at me and puts out his hand. I grab his hand and he pulls me up. I fix my shorts looking over to where Rhea and the boys are supposed to be. I look at Damian.

"I guess they left."

"Good. Let's get to my hotel room than."

May be a part 2 🤔

#wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #imagines #wrestling imagine #writing #wwe x reader #wwe fic #wwe fluff #wwe fics #wwe fanfic #damian priest fluff #damian priest fanfic #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest fic #damian priest fanfiction #damian priest #wwe #charley's fics

[streetsweepershenanigans]

Caught In Oblivion (Top Gun Oblivion AU) Chapter 2

Finally got around to posting chapter two of my Oblivion AU and even dicked around and made a collage.

#icemav fic #iceman x maverick fic #icemav #iceman x maverick #top gun #oblivion au #oblivion 2013 #maverick #iceman #charlei #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky

[gotyouanyway]

when i wake up to ao3 emails from a bunch of different people i get so scared like who is sharing and discussing my fic did you like it what are you saying about it sorry i write weird stuff 😭

#i need to take down that one charley fic it’s just too weird to be one of the only things i’ve posted #or i need to bury it #i’m so self conches #p

[lurking-latinist]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eighth Doctor/Charley Pollard Characters: Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who), Charley Pollard Additional Tags: Kissing, Metafiction, (sort of), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Summary:

Aren't there rules against this sort of thing?; or, the Doctor nearly figures out he's in fanfiction.

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@swinging-stars-from-satellites @starshipoftheseus thank you for the canon help! this may interest you.

#doctor who #doctor who fic #big finish #eighth doctor #charley pollard #eight/charley #fic

[puppetsoftomorrow]

this always makes me laugh when this song comes up on my playlist because yes its a song but it also looks like a person gently shouting for charley pride to help them out lmao

#phoebe returns #shoutout to my fellow charley pride fans #this is such a good song!! #i Think i've used the lyrics as a fic title lol