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School Reunion

He was a a lithe figure of all rhyme and very little reason...

...especially he gestured for you to come closer. Tousled tufts of soft, brown hair flopped over his forehead, not so strictly gelled back today. His hair was ultimately the first thing that warmed you up to him. His previous face was undoubtedly your first, true love--all blue eyes and ears, knit sweaters under leather jackets, and a secret soft side...

❇Tenth Doctor x Fem Reader

❇hmmmm this took a month to perfect! I shall page @bellaswansrealgf because this does indeed have a size kink portion :)) this is cross posted to my ao3 (username is the same if you want to check that out!)

❇ masterlist | 17+ | size kink goes brr | cheeky Tenth doctor | "Mr Smith" | Sexual Roleplay | Vaginal Fingering | Penis In Vagina Sex | Age Difference kinda technically | this word is so gross but I have to put it in the tags Squirting | Also some degradation | Overstimulation | Creampie | switchy Tenth doctor, but he's a dom rn | Older Man/Younger Woman and teacher student vibes but also not really

You were the illustrious and young English teacher, and he was the older, more experienced Physics teacher.

But it had only been a game. It was the ruse for a job at some school.

Of course you had "just" graduated college; you needed a guided hand to show you how to handle those rowdy students. "Professor Smith," you said as you batted your eyelashes. The size difference between you two was enough to make you squirm, thighs clenched and heart beating in anticipation. 

"Poor thing," 'Mr Smith' had said. His hand is ruffling up the chiffon of your knee length skirt. "You're so needy for attention. You'd take any bit of attention from even the science teacher." 

You wouldn't yet go into further detail of what conspired that day. After all, it was a little bit inappropriate of you two to do such fooling around during the hours of an investigation. Rose would have been livid to know that while she was slinging chips and pizza to students and staff, you and the Doctor were rather preoccupied with teaching not the students but yourselves just how Miss [L/n] and Mr Smith ought to behave. 

Of course, the roleplay was divine. Mr Smith was a role that the Doctor deeply enjoyed to act with, especially when it came to shamelessly flirting with you as if he didn't know you. You suspect he had all his fun that way. 

Apart from the canoodling in the workplace, everything else was really a ruse. The way it all started is a little bit convulated, but Rose heard from Mickey who must have heard from someone else that strange things were going on back in her hometime. (Hometime was a bit of a private joke between you, Rose, and the Doctor, it's a play on the word hometown! You and the Doctor fight for the credit of who actually coined the term but Rose often sides with the argument that you truly did.) The Doctor went into full dramatic effect, as he tends to do, and he created you a full fledged identity and a college degree. In real life (for lack of a better term)you're almost done with college where you're honestly pursuing a degree for English Literature.

The Doctor surprised you with the position at this school. Albeit it's undercover, he wanted you to have some fun. His face lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree when he saw how excited you were. Granted, this was a far cry from being an English professor at a prestigious university, as you drunkenly confessed to his prior face while celebrating the win against the nanogenes during the second World War. Though he looked different then,  he still loved you with the same, big heart. 

Hearts. 

Force of habit. 

Day One of the mission was the easiest mostly because day one didn't require real work. Rose helped you research the winning numbers for some lottery tickets. She dropped off two winning tickets at the homes of a couple teachers from the school: one from the Mathematics department, one from the Literature. 

Needless to say both resigned in an instant. Unfortunately this sparked nasty rumors which accounted the two teachers (who really didn't know one another at all) were having an affair. Well, so long as they enjoyed the money. And since neither of their spouse's seemed to believe these rumors, you supposed there was no real harm done. 

Day two consisted of applying for the jobs and actually getting them. The interview process went well. You interviewed with the superintendent who claimed the headmaster was busy. 

'This isn't fair,' Rose said. 'I want to be a teacher.' 

'You'd look so cute as the lady administrator,' you pointed out from the sofa of the Tardis common room. 'You could wear fake specs. Y'know, look over them and give students dirty looks. Type obnoxiously on your clunky laptop. It's such a shame mini iPads weren't invented sooner. I'd look soooo cute carrying mine around.'

Rose groaned theatrically as she collapsed onto the sofa. She rolled on top of your lap, pushing the remote out of your hands so you could pay attention to her. 'Tell your boyfriend to make me a teacher,' Rose indignantly said.  Her nose scrunched as you shifted your thigh to push her off. 

'My hands are full,' The Doctor said through a mouthful of snack food. He tossed a sprinkle of crumbs at Rose, consequently catching some on your lap. You shoved his face with mock disregard. 'You mean your hands are tied,' you corrected.

'Sure,' he said, 'that too.' 

The start of day three. You dressed in a knee length skirt with pointy flats and a smart looking blazer. You decided to forgo a pair of fake specs (though you were known to occasionally need a pair of real lenses ever since a strange trip with your blue-eyed, prominent-nosed Doctor to an interesting laser show which had some nasty effects on your eyes; it was some sort of festival on Mars in the year 3000). As you walked down the hall to your class room the Doctor walked past, heading the opposite way to the Mathematics department. He sent a prolonged look up and down your outfit. 

"Hello, Mr Smith," you said curtly. You had to fight the grin that tussled with your lips. You enjoyed playing your role too, too much.

Mr Smith uncharacteristically fumbled over his feet as he looked over his shoulder to meticulously study the way your bum and hips moved as you went about your merry way. Needless to say this is when he decided to amp up his game. 

The children in your classroom couldn't have been older than fourteen. You didn't expect anything outwardly startling at this point, because you didn't yet realize the secrets this school held. 

You took a look at the lesson plan the students had been going through before their previous teacher took a miracle vacation to Sicily to renew their marriage vows.

Good for them. 

"Who would like to examine the motifs of this scene?" you asked. You were picking through a bit of Macbeth. A beginning scene with the three witches; it should be easy enough. How typcal to have stumbled upon their Shakespeare unit. An obligatory staple of middle school. Or highschool. Whatever grade these kids are in. You tried thinking of it in terms of Harry Potter; are they fifth years? Harry Potter was certainly fifteen during Order of the Phoenix. 

You contemplated this as no one actually tried discussing Macbeth. 

"Would anyone like to mention anything?" Your attempts to get them talking was dismal. Perhaps they missed their old teacher. You felt a little guilty. Even more guilt poured in you when you obnoxiously thought that their old teacher wasn't missing them, not while they were having a second honeymoon in Sicily!

"Anything?" 

You could have heard an eyelash drop in that room. 

"Going on about motif, it's rather interesting that when Macbeth enters, he notes...? What does he say that directly links him to the witches? Oh, goodness, I've lost my place...'So foul and fair a day I have not seen.' Does anyone remember what the three witches say in the opening scene?"

Finally a hand is raised.

You want to thank the kid profusely as you call on her. "What's your name?" 

"Addie Jones," the girl said. 

"Wonderful! Nice to meet you, Miss Addie. Do you remember the line?" 

"'Fair is foul and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.'" 

"Excellent," you tell her with a smile. "Not only does this line set the overarching theme for the story, it also is a neat trick Shakespeare put in. Macbeth enters a few scenes later and by repeating their words, he's effectively sealed his own fate. This is a pretty good example of a motif. Does anyone know what a motif is?" You scanned the room, hoping for another arm to pop up, but Addie's hand waved shyly in your sight. You understood, then, why teachers threatened to call on students at random. You'd threaten that yourself if you knew anyone else's name. Besides, Addie seemed eager enough to share her answer. "Addie!" 

"A motif is a series of repeated patterns, often dialogue or imagery, in literature used to further a narrative." 

Whoa. 

"Great answer," you told Addie, a sincere smile capturing your lips. "Given that definition, can anyone find other motifs in the play?"

Addie raised her hand. 

"Does anyone other than Addie have an idea?" you tried. To no avail, you nodded at Addie. You took a seat behind your desk, grabbing a pen to jot down a forethought about Harry Potter. 

Addie took a loud and deep breath. "Another integral motif in the play is sleep. Banquo states, act two scene one, 'And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers restrain in me cursed thoughts that nature gives way to response.' Act two, scene two, Macbeth by now has killed the king. 'There's one did sleep laugh in's sleep, and one cried Murder!' 14 lines later, same scene, Macbeth then says, 'Methought I heard a voice cry 'sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep. The innocent sleep, sleep which knits-,'"

You were extremely puzzled. You tried to gently interupt Addie's train of thought, which seemed to be more than just reading directly from her book than actually answering your question. Taking a stand, your flats smacking the linoleum floor, you strolled back to the front of the classroom, your lesson plan in hand. You caught a glance at Addie's desk. Wherein you'd been expecting to see her fingers eagerly scanning along the pages of her open book, you found that her textbook was rather shut, her hands clasped atop it as she waited for you to say something. 

Blinking in surprise, you looked back at the lesson plan. You skimmed through a couple pages. Just when did they begin studying this play? That thought was muting all of your prior Harry Potter saga theories. Only at the start of the week...and they were only assigned an at home reading for the first four scenes. 

Perhaps Addie liked to read. Perhaps she enjoyed Macbeth so very much that she chose to memorize the entire damn play.

You hadn't seen any notes marking Addie's remarkable abilities in the subject, so you wondered on about how she could have done such a quick study of the play. "He certainly prattles on about sleep, doesn't he?" you asked Addie, who grinned toothily and nervously. "What do you think it means?" you continued as you hugged the lesson plan to your chest. 

That smile faded. "Oh. I'm not sure." Addie, who had memorized all the lines and their scenes regarding 'sleep', was at a loss for words. 

You felt a little bit guilty to find that she seemed incredibly embarrassed to be without an answer. You didn't necessarily care, but you wanted to probe for more answers. "Want to venture a guess? Why do you think sleep is so important here? What might it symbolize?" 

Addie went red in the face. She played with the edges of her textbook. Her nails pulled apart the layers of the hard cover, flaking specks of cardboard across her desk. 

"We could ask ourselves what a literary symbol is," you continued, quickly trying to move on before Addie could explode. "What's a symbol in literature? Maybe someone aside from Addie?" 

You sighed. Defeated again. Tomorrow you'd have to try harder. "Alright, Addie, take it away." 

After taking a breath of relief, Addie prattled away, "A symbol in literature is one of the literary devices that an author might use to convey a hidden message or theme. Symbols often are represented through objects or ideas that serve with a literal purpose but have metaphorical meaning which furthers the narrative, much like a motif." 

Puzzled by her in depth definition all you could really do was nod in response. 'That's correct," you informed her. Though it was far too correct. It didn't sound at all like the answer of a thirteen year old girl. It sounded like a line from a thesis paper or even from some dictionary. Her knowledge us certainly expansive but robotic in nature. She can identify patterns, like motifs and sleep and what not, but she can't analyze their meaning. 

You frowned. More accurately, she couldn't form her own thoughts on the subject matter. 

During lunch break, you searched the cafeteria for the Doctor. You went through the line, declining food after food. You made a scene of asking Rose for an apple, and then  you leaned in close as she handed it to you. "I found something a little bit strange. Sweet girl in my class basically memorized her English textbook. She might as well have memorized mine. Have you seen him?" 

Rose's brow twitched with contempt. "No," she said sharply. "Fuck 'im, really, I'm stuck back here slinging chips at bratty kids and he's off doing who knows w-oh, there he is." She pointed him out in the crowd of students, the man sitting at a table and picking apart a turkey and cheese sandwich layer by layer. "He's bein' weird again," Rose snickered. The Doctor smelled one slice of bread. "Oh, God, go stop him. I can't watch him deface himself like this. Wait, take your apple, now. If I was working on commission then you'd be of no use to me. That's right, take some milk, too. Not the skim, you daft. That's basically water. Take the two percent." 

You tried to juggle the milk and apple that Rose had tossed in your arms as you sped walked towards the Doctor. You dropped the apple on the table as you took a seat in front of him. His nimble fingers dropped the bread in a split second and he eyed you close. "I've got something," you said. 

"Ah, ah," the Doctor said sharply with a wag of his finger. "I don't even know you and you're going to sit down, without even asking, and try and engage in conversation? Tsk. You naughty thing." 

You rolled your eyes. "It's nice to meet you," you told him, playing into his game. "I'm Y/n L/n, yada yada. Anyways. Girl in my class-"

He shook his head. "Nope. You didn't ask my name." 

"I know your name," you mocked his tone. "We met at the staff meeting." 

"How do I know you actually remember it?" the Doctor challenged you. "Go on, just ask my name!" He looked much too amused as you angrily peeled open the cap to your milk. 

"What's your name," you therefore said monotonously, trying to void the words of any inquiring tone. 

"John Smith, physics professor. I'm single, by the way." 

"Anyway! Girl in my class! Basically memorized the entire textbook. She had an answer for most of the questions. However, those answers were all...materialistic. I don't know how to describe it. She didn't know how to input her own thoughts. It was like she just downloaded all the information to her brain. Does that make sense?" 

The Doctor nodded. "I've had a similar experience. Kid in my own class has knowledge way beyond planet earth." He pushed his plate of food forward. "Try some."

"No, thanks," you said politely. "I'm not very hungry. Something about this food weirds me out," you drawled as you poked his lightly tousled food around. He was more sampling everything rather than eating. "I've always hated school food. The chips look...odd. The smell of them is somehow off. Does that make any sense?"

"Come with me," the Doctor responded, not saying anything to your earlier rebuttals regarding the school food. "Toss that, I'm not going to eat it," he added. He took the tray and dumped it. You followed behind him as he slid his tray with the other dirty ones. Rose sent him a glare so foul you were surprised he didn't collapse on the spot. A glare like that could make him regenerate. "Found anything strange?"you ask Rose before she and the Doctor can get into a cat fight, an occurrence which frequents the TARDIS.

Rose gossiped, "Half the kitchen staff got replaced not too long ago. And this lot are weird. Get this! The entire lunch menu has been designed by the headmaster himself. What qualifies him to even do that? Don't you have to study...nutrition?" Rose shook her blonde fringe from her milk chocolate eyes. A flare of mischief came in her eyes. "I bet he didn't."

"Is nutrition a course of study? Actually, it is, isn't it? Oh, Rose you should be a nutritionist!" You said gleefully. 

The Doctor sighed. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to keep up with his two companions.

"Oh, shush," Rose chided to you. "The point is we've been at this for three days! We don't even know what's going on. More like you two don't even know what's going on. I've done my part! I reported back to you an' all!" She looked at you both with arms folded across her chest and her eyebrows raised indignantly. She licked her lower lip in a dare for you or the Doctor to argue back, her chocolate-brown eyes strangely malicious. "That's right, isn't it? You've got nothin' to say but-"

"Stop yelling at us!" The Doctor finally dished back. He seemed irritated beyond his senses, which was typical of him. "Your boyfriend is the one who called us."

Rose's mouth quivered at the term. Her lips opened and closed as though she was a fish out of water. "Mickey's not my--hang on a minute, where are you two going?" she finally demanded as the Doctor started to manhandle you. You looked vaguely surprised, staring at him with incredulity. 

"Research!" the Doctor called without looking as he kept his deft fingers tightly wound on your wrist. "We've get a lead!"

You struggled to let her know as he escorted you away. 

The halls were empty as the Doctor pulled you contently down the Mathematics hall. His classroom was certainly empty, all students eating their lunch for the next thirty or so minutes. 

"Show me what you've got," you told him excitedly as he turned the lock on the door. You looked around eagerly for whatever gadget or gizmo he was going to produce. You waited for another moment before you watched with curiosity as the Doctor settled himself easily on the edge of his desk.  "Where is it?" you asked.

"What do you mean?" The Doctor countered, crossing his arms with some semblance of an attitude.  You mimicked the pressing of a sonic screwdriver. "Where's the...gizmo...aren't you going to sonic something?" 

"Oh. No gizmo," the Doctor said. "Not this time. Well, not right now, actually, I'm sure I'll sonic some sort of gizmo sometime soon. No, I actually wanted this time for ourselves. I'm not fond of your attitude, Miss L/n." 

You raised a brow. "My attitude?" 

The Doctor nodded. "Exactly. Your behavior has been nothing short of abysmal. Neglecting me, running about with Rose, and entirely disregarding your duties here. I supplied you with a title of superiority and you have sorely misused it. There's only one word to describe you these past two days." 

For a brief moment your heart stuttered with genuine fear, but then you watched the sparks which flickered in his hazel brown eyes burst into a large flame. 

"Naughty." 

You barked a laugh. You put a hand over your fast beating heart. "That's not funny," you chastised. "I thought you were being serious!"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. 

No going back now. Not with the rapid pooling of warmth in the bottom of your belly. The Doctor shook his head, tutting his tongue as he folded his arms. 

He was a a lithe figure of all rhyme and very little reason; especially he gestured for you to come closer. Tousled tufts of soft, brown hair flopped over his forehead, not so strictly gelled back today. His hair was ultimately the first thing that warmed you up to him. 

His previous face was undoubtedly your first, true love--all blue eyes and ears, knit sweaters under leather jackets, and a secret soft side with a not so quiet splash of kinky foreplay. There were zero hints of that face in this one, and the first time you saw it you didn't know what quite to think. 

The Doctor had burst into a bright, ball of golden light. Spheres, marble sized, of such light fizzled around him, orbiting his figure while Rose gripped your hand. Her fingers slipped on the fresh blood, making you wince as she slid over the fresh slice.  The fight against the Daleks had been the most important matter in all the world just moments ago. And now you felt as though...you were about to lose everything. 

Your mouth burned with the hard kiss the Doctor had given you. His tongue had meddled against yours, sweeping the roof of your mouth the way he knew you liked. His thumbs swiped away the tears that dotted the corners of your eyes, and just like that, he was saying goodbye. And then this. 

Dizzying rushes of blinking in and out of reality coursed through you. This almost felt like a dream. The image charading in front of you didn't seem right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, afterall. You three were supposed to find Jack and go home, wherever 'home' was. No matter where home was, the day would always end with you laying on the Doctor's chest, ear to dual hearts while he played with your hair. 

And yet that wasn't how this was going to end. 

Rose gripped your hand tight. Your vision flickered with stars as her fingers slipped into the gash on your hand. Nausea punched you in the gut as the light grew brighter and brighter. Stop, you wanted to tell him. It's not funny. 

It wasn't funny at all. 

The energy surged, so loud you could almost hear it, you could practically feel it sizzling inside of you. Energy sang inside the TARDIS: the chime high and loud, the pitch far beyond any regular frequency. And God, it hurt. 

The ringing ascended frequency and finally it shut off as the Doctor cried out just a bit. 

The light disappeared. 

And so had your Doctor. 

You crept closer. 

He pushed his leg out, patting the top of his thigh. "Take a seat, Miss L/n," he sighed, making a point to sound disappointed. He would really be if you didn't play along! So you hopped up to take a seat, holding onto the back of his neck for leverage as you made yourself comfortable. 

It wasn't unusual for him to become unexpectedly horny, especially in the midst of a mission such as this. He was one for taking fortified risks. 

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked. 

"Just that I've been a very bad girl," you informed him with an exaggerated pout. You puckered your lower lip. "I just wanted your attention, Mr. Smith." 

"Consider it done. You've certainly caught my attention with this little garb," the Doctor said as he pushed a hand up your skirt. His lean fingers squeezed the inside of your thigh, making you squirm. The flash of quick pain on the easily bruised skin made your heart rush. Looking up at him, it was easy to spot the remnants of the other Doctor. Your first Doctor. 

Though his face has changed, and you love him all the same-if not more-he'll always have that face. 

"Professor Smith," you said as you batted your eyelashes. The size difference between you two was enough to make you squirm, stomach clenched with eager anticipation.

"Poor thing," 'Mr Smith' said. His hand kneaded the jiggling flesh of your leg, pinching it and grinning at the way you wiggled in his grip. "You're so needy for attention," he cooed. "You'd take any bit of attention from even the science teacher." 

His mouth pressed against yours. Lips against lips, both soft as the petals of a flower, but clashing hard, as if you two had never kissed before! But kisses are less than few-and-far; they're frequent. They're the Doctor's favorite past time.

Even with this face you two spend nights in his study, laying in the chaise lounge, your ear against his chest and listening to his dual hearts. Even with this face do you two kiss passionately into the hours of the ambient night lights that the TARDIS has set for you. Your hands plucked at the buttons of his shirt.  His build was entirely different from the previous one he bore. Where then he'd been slightly bulkier with more muscle and mass, he was now slender, lithe, and graceful. He walked like a cat with cunning mischief on his mind. His deft fingers were slipping up your skirt, hooking across the band of your underwear and cheekily tugging them down as he pushed his thumbs into your hips.

He loved, loved, the curves of your body (he always had. It wasn't something that would ever change). He liked to grip the fleshy parts of you tight, squeeze and fondle any parts of you he could get his hands on.  You splayed your fingers out like a starfish, pushing your hand on his sternum just between both hearts. You could feel them both beating fast as his shirt drifted open,  framing his clavicle and abdomen like a picture. He couldn't be more gorgeous than this; freckles constellated his pale skin. The shades that stood out on his skin compared  to yours made your lips curl. The colors were like blots of paint on a pallet in the hands of an artist. 

Confidently, you believed that a painting with every shade your two bodies had to offer would outshine the Mona Lisa or Starry Night. 

The Doctor's hand crept below the threshold of your underwear. His thumb padded through the plush lips of your pussy, nudging at your pearled clit. "Not nearly as wet as I'd prefer," the Doctor chastised as he flexed his thumb in a circle on your clit, not bothering to start at a slow pace. The quick lashings of a hurried pleasure made your body tremble. Like a startled newborn you spasmed in his hold, nearly collapsing backwards. If he hadn't had an arm around your waist you would have made a fool of yourself. 

"Can't stay still?" The Doctor cooed. "The more I rub this little clit, the more wet that oozes out of you. That makes it so easy for me to simply..."

Your voice strained as the Doctor slowly pushed his middle finger inside of you. He moved slowly so that you could feel every bit of your cunt that he stretched out. For all the times you'd ever attempted to stick something inside of yourself, this really took the cake.

Every time you tried it just felt...like you were sticking something inside of yourself. Like there was just something inside a vaginal cavity; Just something inside that was vibrating.

Not sexy, nor pleasurable.

The amount of times you'd attempted to do gymnastics around your bedroom in your home time, stretching your legs or doing back bends, all to find the magical spot that the internet claimed existed. These exploits were all for naught.

Imagine how strange a feeling it was for you to be proven wrong by the Doctor. You swore up and down there was something wrong, something maybe even broken, but no matter what, you just didn't have what other women suspiciously claimed to have. Well, the Doctor loves to prove others wrong. You can imagine how that first night went, with him grinning down at you and touching both the inside and outside of you at once to bring about a genre of pleasure you hadn't realized existed. 

You gnawed on your lip as the Doctor slowly pushed a second digit inside, still tending to your clit to keep the feeling from being too uncomfortable. "It's alright," the Doctor said softly. He shifted his body, making a swift stand as he set you on the desk and settled between your legs, without removing his hand from you at all.  He widened the gap between your legs so your knees laid hip length apart. His tall figure stood straight as he looked down at your cunt which dropped over his hand. 

"And there it is," he sighed. "You're taking it like a good girl, aren't you? Even though we're in a school. A learning facility. Have you no shame?" 

Whether or not he wanted an answer, you couldn't say. Your vision was blurry as he pumped up into a secret place inside of you while also stimulating your clit. The small bundle of nerves was pulsating, having become a bulbous bud of despair and anxiety. It tensed and twitched under every touch but ultimately it yearned for more. You kept tensing around his fingers, holding onto the lapels of his jacket tight. 

The Doctor looked down at you. He smirked. 

"You're holding onto me with quite a strong grip. Afraid I'll pull away? Afraid I'll stop? Your cunt just keeps squeezing onto me. So hot and wet. So comforting. Don't you wish it was my cock?"

You panted out a reply, not bothering to sound witty or naughty. Not the time. "Yes."

A laugh. A genuine sound. The musical chime of it faded before the Doctor replied, "I do, too. But first I'll watch you cum on my fingers. It's alright. Door's all locked. My attention is entirely on you. You've been working so hard, so eager to please Mr Smith. Now you ought to let Mr Smith please you. Although...I should be punishing you. Shouldn't I? I'm sure it wouldn't be much of a real punishment, though. After all, you tend to enjoy it when  I spank your sweet ass."

The mere words sent the images into your brain. The thought of it made your pussy flinch, and the Doctor laughed again though this time round it was a touch harsh sounding. "I knew you enjoyed it," he said quietly. He kissed your forehead, his lips curled into a smile as he did so. "It's alright, dear, it's only me. You can be honest. I quite like it. Oh, my, you're dripping all the way onto my wrist!" 

He feigned annoyance. "Just look...look at this mess you're making."

You dared to take a look. 

A small gasp choked in your throat, the sound making the Doctor chuckle. The muscles of your thighs twitched. The knee length skirt was thrown back so you were sitting bare assed on the cool desk, the skirt gathered around your hips. Your panties were stuffed in the Doctor's trouser pockets: you could see them sticking out. When had he done that?

The tendons in his wrist were flexing as he thrust his two fingers up and in, while his thumb angled upwards to continue the steady pace on your clit. The lazy rhythm which he had set was making you sweat. He didn't seem terribly bothered by the writhing around you were doing.

"Don't you like the sight of it?" The Doctor's content was evident in the way he spoke, looking at the mess with a dreamy sparkle in his eye. 

He appeared visibly intoxicated as a long and loud 'mmm' escaped you. You had a difficult time remembering that the sounds were your own; you didn't always feel physically mounted in your body during your horny escapades. Sometimes the thrall of an orgasm separated your physical self from your metaphysical self like the whites and yolk of an egg. You were being gradually poured apart with every furthering motion the Doctor made. Joules of an intense pleasure rumbled inside of you. Your stomach had a slippery feeling, like a pad of hot butter on a skillet, fuzzy and warm and enticing. 

Your legs jerked around, ankles flanking into the back of his thighs and effectively pulling him closer. He was trapped between your legs-just the way he liked. 

Tension unfurled in your shoulders, slipping away like drops of rain on a window pain. It tingled down your back and you tilted away, Your chin raising towards the ceiling as one of your hands roughly gripped the edge of Mr Smith's desk. Anchored to the British classroom of 2005, you started to feel the edges of a smooth and velvety orgasm close in on you. It was a feeling that couldn't be physically embodied by much else than a velvet ribbon, or a warm vanilla latte, or-

"Fuck!" You whined. "It's-"

The Doctor pushed the familiar feeling forward. It was an intensity that you could only ever feel with the Doctor, with his hand or his cock or his anything. It no longer mattered that the year was 2005; the pressure on your clit felt nothing short of a pulsing burst of energy and fire. Gold fizzled in your vision. Your cunt felt heavy. Something tickled behind your bladder, the feeling making you beg. "Doctor, wait!" You urged him as you pawed at his torso. "I think I'll-"

"That's what I want," the Doctor muttered. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take good care of you. It's alright. Just keep squirming like that and let me rub your pussy to completion. Don't tire yourself-I want to feel you with my cock, too, so just relax and enjoy it. Can't you try?"

The urge to clench your walls and even the muscles around your clit was hard to fight. But when you did, it allowed an enormous wave of pleasure to drown you. You tremored and babbled a string of incoherent words. Some kind of begging, you think, or perhaps declarations of love, hatred, or anything in between. Passions had built up inside you and now  they're spilling out like the waters from a broken dam. Judging by the bleary grins of content through your teary eyes, you were praising him to high ends. Likely spilling out your love for him and his hands. 

Pressure started to release as the gradual high came about. It wasn't an overt transition from pleasure to climax; it was never black and white, it was a grey scale that slowly blossomed to a bright gold and silver.  Weight transpired from the top of your head to your torso and then to your belly. It sank low, behind your ovaries. A heavy, swollen sensation was hanging right over you, taunting the burst of energy that would soon make a mess over the Doctor's hand and shirt. You feared the worst as you pathetically tried to wiggle your hips around. You were so close to that feeling. If you just pushed yourself a little bit more than you could reach it. 

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're about to cum all over me," the Doctor murmured in a harsh tone. "That's repulsive. That's so human of you. It's disgustingly easy to make you leak with just a hand."

You buried your face into the chest of the Doctor, trying not to be too loud with the whimpers and shallow breaths you were releasing as though you were a television woman in labor. 

Babbling out vowels, your entire body released a burst of warmth; like pink ribbons and fresh croissants and the tops of your thighs after you sat by a bonfire. The convulsed through you as that swollen feeling finally burst, indeed making a mess on the Doctor as you feared. 

You looked down at yourself in shock. A grim sense of shame started to take over the pink-flakey-croissant-bonfires-with-Rose feeling. "I'm so sorry," you whispered, your voice a cracking piece of foil as the Doctor licked the corner of his mouth. He quickly licked his fingers clean before shaking his head. "No, no, don't apologize," he said as he quickly moved his fingers to the button of his pants. "It was quite a learning experience, I should say. I learned that you are a very cute, young, little cunt in desperate need of an older, wiser cock. I'm just going to give you what you want. You don't have anything otherwise to say. I know you don't."

You shook your head as you watched the Doctor palm himself. His bulge was prominent and you had to restrain a whimper as he pulled back the boxer briefs he wore, which you insisted on because he wanted to wear boxers, but you found boxer briefs undeniably sexy, and so he wore them; he couldn't exactly do otherwise when the Tardis was replacing his go to wardrobe with other garments--it was totally accidental the way the Tardis now listened to your opinion before his. But he couldn't deny: blood runs thicker than water. And your blood had sizzled on the heart of the beloved Tards. So yeah, sometimes the Tardis chose to play Christmas music when it was only November (according to the earth-calendar programmed into the mainframe, but that was also another story). 

You pulled him down by the scruff of his neck, forcing him to kiss you as he played with himself. Your sloppy kiss was all tongue against tongue, open mouthed groans into one another as you guided his hand up and down on himself. 

Now leaking precum, he smothered himself   In the lubricant and thumbed the slit of his cock, a clenched-teeth hiss escaping himself as you urged him to prepare. But the Doctor likes to edge himself; he likes the discomfort of wanting to chase an orgasm, the self control it required to ignore the body's instinct. 

"Come closer," he groaned against you. His forehead rested on yours. You both watched him pump his cock a few more times; your chest was rising and falling as hard as his. 

He guided himself inside you, kissing your forehead as he slowly inched forward. The brief discomfort as he pushed past the curve of your walls was strictly rewritten into a song of bliss. Mint green paint, fresh croissants with oozing chocolate, an open campsite by the sizzling fire. 

He hunched over your little figure; he was completely towering atop you, the size of a dire wolf pinning a rabbit against his own torso. He grunted as he pulled himself out only to slam his way back in, the motion making you feel full and heavy. 

He worked his hips to thrust in and out of you, pulling himself practically to the tip each time. His hand was tending to your clit as he moved. Each touch on your clit felt like torture, in the best sense. You already felt swollen and every touch was amplified. The starts of a new orgasm made you tired and shudder, your mouth desperate for water as it worked its way through your body. 

"You're so small," the Doctor huffed through a laugh as your figure jerked with each thrust. You were trapped against his torso, feeling the doubly beat of his hearts pounding as he plowed in and out of you. "So pliable," he added as he groped the side of your thigh exposed by the wrinkled fabric of your skirt. "So hot and tight while I have my way with you. You couldn't help yourself. You just had to be fucked right now, just like this. Always needing my attention, always, always. I never thought you'd be so bratty in public! I like it."

"Stop talking," you groaned. "That's all you ever do. Talk, talk, talk. I think you like that, more." 

The Doctor gripped your chin, slowing his movements down. His hand skittered away from your clit but you were quick to pin it in place. You pushed one of your fingers inside of his mouth, watching him pucker his lips around the digit and sucking. His thick eyelashes fluttered before he jerked his head back. "Not your turn, princess," he sneered. "I'm in charge right now." 

"You like when I'm in charge, too," you retorted. "You could just give up, you know." 

The Doctor once again groped at you, squeezing hard on your pebbled nipples with a growl of warning. "Not the time," he told you with a rough thrust up. It made you gasp and heel over as the spotlight of sudden pleasure shone over you; the Doctor smirked as he carefully weened his way back into a quicker pace than he had been previously going at. "Don't you dare stop," you pleaded as you gripped him by the collar of his button down. "Or you're in for a load of trouble when we get home." The Doctor's brown eyes twinkled at the idea: home on the Tardis, being straddled and used by you, it sounded like a marvelous plan. 

"I'm not the one who's about to get a load," the Doctor said, grinning at the gross slang, but he was unable to really care because your cheeks had tears dripping down them. "Can't wait to see how full you become. I'll be dripping down your legs the rest of the day." 

"Shut up," you whimpered as you tilted your head back. 

Honestly speaking you quite enjoyed his babbling chit chat. He really did like to hear himself talk. You liked it as well. 

"Make me." 

You two pressed your mouths into a rough mold, your tongues slithering over tips and teeth. Your arms wrapped over the back of his neck, locking him in place. His chuckles dripped down your throat as he vocalized his own pleasure. Your breathing hastened. Panting like a dog in the summer heat, you were kissing him back as if it were a fight for your life. You clenched all your body into a rigid stake as the peak of the orgasm finally prodded into your cunt. The Doctor's hands pressed into your hips and legs, his thumbs rubbing calming circles into you as he moaned. He was much more accepting of the pleasure wave as it rode through him. 

Hiccuping whimpers fluttered into the Doctor's mouth as your slick, wet released. The feeling made the Doctor groan, loud and strong as he finally released the gates of his own seed. He grunted as he made sloppy thrusts; cum mixed and squeezed out of you like the lemon custard in a powdered donut, a rare, sweet, tart taste that made your eyes water. 

Your mouths pulled apart with a loud smack. You both looked down at the mess. He pumped in and out a few times, hissing as you suckled a bite on the underside of his jaw. You cried out a curse as he swiftly pulled out and gripped his cock, the limb still half hard. He pushed the tip of himself against your clit, making a harsh circle so your bodies both shuddered. "Too much," he said between clenched teeth. He released a breath as final spurts of his seed painted on the lips of your pussy. 

The strain on his chest eased. 

The Doctor swayed forward. His face lulled into a lazy grin, tucking itself within the crook of your neck. Carefully exhaling your last deep breath, you slid back so you were laying face up, looking at the ceiling as the Doctor remained curled atop you. He hummed with content, rubbing his hand over the soft skin of your pelvis. Your skirt was still flipped up; his pants were unbuttoned. 

Panting. The fluorescent lights seemed so homely in the aftershocks of this feeling. Left over in your core was the tingling of the orgasmic pain on your clit, now soft and bruised, but for good reason. 

"I really think there's something strange going on," you mentioned after a few minutes of calm silence. You softly scratched his scalp, combing through his soft hair while he purred at the feeling, reminding you of a cat. "This school seems off." 

"I'm tired," the Doctor said. "Work seems boring, now." 

"It's life or death," you pointed out. 

"Is it?"

"You're just fucked out, aren't you?" you pointed out again but with a laugh this time. 

"Yeah, you're probably right...probably." 

"I'm always right," you informed him. "The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will be." 

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If you are seeking soon to be dad Daryl, what about a fic where Y/n gets pregnant but she's scared to tell Daryl because what happened to Lori? Maybe she is finally able to tell him when they get reunited after the prison falls and by then she's already showing? Idk I know it says requests are closed but I saw your post!

Blessing in Disguise

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After discovering that you are pregnant, you don't know what to do; being utterly afraid after what happened to Lori. You don't even have the chance to tell it your boyfriend, Daryl, because after the prison fell, you and Daryl get separated. Can you find him again and finally be brave enough to tell him?

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, mentions of birth and pregnancy, fluff!

Set in Season 4/5!

Word Count: 4,6k (Whopsies...)

a/n: I promised y'all a new Daryl fic and here it is! ☺️ Thank you for this wonderful request @starfirette ! ☺️ I loved, loved, loved to write this! 🥰 I hope you like it. ☺️ I changed the timeline a little bit - and I uh, may have ignored the existence of Mika and Lizzie, because I somehow struggled a lot to write them. I hope that's okay. 🙈

Tagging: @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl @goobysgoobers @fuseburner @fictive-sl0th @alexreadz07 @sweetpeapod

Masterlist

Biting your lip nervously, you watched your friend from afar, loading stuff in a car. He was alone, so your only opportunity to ask was probably now - or never. Taking a deep breath, you bit the bullet and walked over to him. "Hey, uh, Glenn?" The black-haired man turned to face you. "Oh, hey Y/N. What's up?" He asked you, smiling. "Can... Can you please get me something from the drugstore you're going to?" "Sure thing, no problem. What is it?" You bit your lip again; shaky fingers handed over a small piece of paper. Glenn took it and slowly unfolded it. His gaze scanned the written words, eyes widening. "Y-Y/N this... This is-" "I know, Glenn, I know. Please, keep this to yourself, okay?" "Of course, but... You know that everyone says I'm bad at keeping secrets?" You sighed, rubbing the heels of your hands in your eyes. "Yes, but you're my best friend. I trust you." The Korean nodded, "You got a point there..." and stuffed the note inside his jeans pocket. "Don't forget it, please." "I won't, promise."

You spent the time walking from one place to the next. Your mind was restless, and so was your body. A billion 'What if...' questions were running through your head on lighting speed. It felt like your skull was going to burst any second. The wait for Glenn to return was almost unbearable. "Y/N? You alright?" Maggie's voice cut through the loud noises in your head. Blinking, you stopped in your motions; looking up to face her. "Y-Yeah, of course." The woman looked at you quite a bit sceptically. "Are you sure? You seem really... uneasy and nervous. Something wrong between you and Daryl?" You quickly shook your head at your friend's words. "No, no! Everything's perfectly fine! We're good. I'm good!" Maggie eyed you a second time doubtfully, "Alright." before she turned around to leave again. You breathed out relieved, closing your eyes. Gods... That was hell.

About two hours later, Glenn and a few Woodbury people came back from the run. Subtly, your best friend handed you the small bag. "You got it?" He nodded. "Yeah. Brought three different brands." You stared at the bag, taking it into your hands. "Thank you." "Of course." You gave Glenn a small smile, which he returned. "You can talk to me about... You know. I-I'm always here for you." "I know - and I appreciate it so much." Before the Korean could even answer, you had pulled him into a big hug.

Now you sat in the cell you shared with Daryl - who was on a hunt at the moment, on the bed, staring at the bag in your hands. You had to do it. You just had to. You needed to know. So, you grabbed all three packages and sneaked into the prison 'bathroom'. Taking the tests were easy. Waiting five minutes for them to show a result was excruciating. Once again you found yourself walking up and down the room, hoping for once time would pass faster. At some point you couldn't take it anymore. You had to look; waited clearly long enough. Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you stepped over to one of the sinks - where you had placed all three tests, and taking a look at them. The first one. Positive. The second test. Positive. And the third result. Positive. "Fuck..." You were pregnant – without a doubt.

Shock wasn't the right word to describe your emotions right now. It wasn't really a shock, since you had the assumption; showing the typical signs for over a week now. Fear and panic were better words. In another world, you would've been happy. Having a baby with the man you loved was everything you ever wanted. Daryl was that man. The rotten, destroyed and dangerous world was a big problem, sure. Not just the walkers were a big threat. The disease, which roamed the prison had been a problem, but also other people out there. People like the Governor, for example. But now that you had the prison back and successfully defended your home against that psychopath, you weren't that concerned about the circumstances and surroundings. The prison was safe. What was a bigger problem and the cause for your main fear and panic, was what had happened only a few months ago... Judith's birth, and Lori's death. She died, birthing a child - and that was what gave you the chills. What if the same fate befell you? What if you were going to die as well, bringing yours and Daryl's baby into this world? Like Lori already once said… This wasn't a hospital. Sure, you had medical supplies - but not enough for a c-section or worse. If there would be complications, you were sure going to die - and you didn't want that. Despite that, it was already kinda hard enough to provide for one baby, but two? You didn't know. You really didn't know. What were you going to do now?

Driven by the panic coursing through your system, you went on search for Glenn. You needed to talk - and your best friend was your safe haven right now. Telling Daryl wasn't an option. Not just because he wasn't here at the moment anyway - which had left you worried sick enough, but also because you just were too afraid. You didn't want to do this to him. If you were really going to die during childbirth, you would put even more weight on his shoulders. He already had to carry enough.

"Glenn?!" You shouted up the guard tower, knowing that he was on watch at the moment. Seconds later, the door sprung open and his head appeared. "Y/N?" He shouted back. "Can... Can I come up?" You choked out; the tears on the brink of falling. "Uh, sure!" Quickly, you made your way up the stairs and through the doors. "T-Thanks." "Sure thing. Did you take the- You did." Glenn said, turning to face you and noticing the tears in your eyes immediately. "Is it... positive?" You nodded. Glenn's eyes widened. "You are... pregnant?" Once again you nodded; having lost the ability to form words. Without another sentence, Glenn bridged the distance between you and him and hugged you close. A big hug - exactly what you needed right now.

The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. The only thing which could be heard, were your quiet sobs of desperation.

"W-What am I doing now, Glenn?" He pulled back from the hug, looking at you a bit confused. "What, uh, do you mean?" You blinked, staring at your best friend. Was he serious right now? He didn't get it? "Glenn, I... I can't have that baby!" And again the black-haired man's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You want to...?" Shrugging your shoulders, more tears started to fall. "N-No, but... I'm afraid of being pregnant; of birthing that baby. You know what happened to Lori! What if this happens to me, too!" Glenn immediately shook his head. "It won't, Y/N. Judith's birth went wrong, because Hershel wasn't with her. Lori was at the wrong place on the wrong time, unfortunately. It won't happen to you." You scoffed, not seeing this as easy as him. "That may be true, but what if Hershel can't be with me as well, huh? For any reason? And nevertheless, this ain't a hospital... It's a goddamn prison." The Korean sighed, tried to reassure you further, but it was no use. "I'm going to take you to Hershel now." He said, grabbing gently your arm and pulling you with him. "W-Why?" "Because maybe he can reassure you; and especially prevent you from having a panic attack." You said nothing; knew that he was actually right, so you didn't protest.

Passing by a lot of familiar faces on the way - due to the people from Woodbury your group had taken in in the prison, Glenn brought you to the small infirmary, where he was surely working.

"Hershel?" Glenn called out, trespassing the big doors with you. "I'm here." You heard the elder man call out, before he stepped out of one of the cells turned hospital rooms. "Glenn, what can I- Oh, hello Y/N." Neither of you said a thing, causing Hershel to look confused at the both of you and get closer. "Is everything alright?" Glenn turned to face you, squeezing your shoulder gently. "I'll leave you to it." With those words and a smile, he disappeared through the doors again, leaving you alone with Hershel. "Are you not feeling well, dear?" "Y-Yes." What were you saying? "N-No, I-" Even more overwhelmed now, you took a deep breath, trying to get yourself together. Hershel could see how you struggled; that you were rattled and of course, that something was bothering you. "Come, Y/N, let's sit down." The older man gave you a soft smile and gestured for you to follow him. He guided you into an empty room, in which he told you to sit on the small bed. "I'll be right back." You nodded, still too shaken up to form words.

A few minutes later, Hershel came back with a water bottle, handing it over to you. "Drink." You nodded once again, twisted the cap open and took a few big sips. "Good. Now take a few deep breaths and tell me what's wrong - if you feel up to it." You did what Hershel instructed you to do; took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You needed that. You didn't know it, but you needed that. "Thank you." The man nodded at you, giving you another small smile. "O-Okay, so... Um, I... I wasn't feeling that well for the last few days. Always tired, no matter how much I slept. Sometimes, I had a bit nausea and mood swings... A-And I had to pee more often." You paused for a moment, fiddling nervously with your hands. A look into Hershel's face told you that he already knew what you were trying to say. After all, he was a doctor, but he didn't interrupt you; let you speak on. "W-Well, I counted one and one together and... Glenn brought me three tests. I just took them and..." "They're positive?" You nodded, clenching your jaw in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "W-What do I do now, Hershel?" The older man reached his hand over to gently place it on yours. "Be happy about it. This is a gift. A wonder." You scoffed, controlled by your fear once again. "It wasn't a gift for Lori, was it?" Hershel sighed, knowing exactly what you meant. "What happened to Lori was an accident. It was the wrong place and the wrong situation." "That may be true, but what if I'm going to die, too? What if this baby decides to come in the wrong place and the wrong situation as well?" "That won't happen." "Why are you so sure of that? This just isn't a world to have children anymore." It was a back and forth and throwing arguments - until Hershel shook his head and gave your hand a squeeze. "Now listen to me, Y/N. I know very well that this must be not easy for you. I can understand; given what happened to Lori. But Lori had Carl through a c-section, so the chances were pretty high she needed to have Judith with a c-section as well. You on the other hand have very good chances for a natural birth." He said calmly, pausing for a moment to let his words sink in. "Despite, you are such a strong woman. You've got Daryl by your side. You've got all of us by your side. A safe place with the prison..." He gave you a smile. "We're going to make this."

Hershel's words managed to calm you down a bit and take away some of your anxiety - quite to your surprise. "Y-You think?" "Yes." You nodded and stayed quiet for a moment, before the next thought hit you. "B-But what if Daryl doesn't want this?" A low, hearty chuckle rumbled through the elder man's chest, causing you to look at him confused. "Y/N... That man would do anything for you and that baby. You know just like me how adamant he was to keep Judith alive and healthy. He was the first one who reacted, went immediately out on a run to get her formula. Daryl would never reject that baby, trust me. He is going to be a great father." He squeezed your hand again, giving you another smile, which you couldn't help but return. "Now let's get you checked up and make sure to start on the prenatal vitamins."

And for a short moment, everything was perfectly fine. Sure, you still had your doubts and fears, but the voices in your heads became quieter, due to Hershel. Unfortunately, your happy phase didn't last even three days. Suddenly everything turned sour, when Hershel and Michonne vanished, the Governor returned to take the prison by brutal force with the two missing people in tow as hostages, murdering Hershel in front of yours and everyone's eyes – and the fall of the prison in the end. It happened so fast. Within minutes, everything was heading south with walkers flooding the place and a war breaking loose. Suddenly everybody around you was crying and yelling, while you just tried to hold on to Daryl - but it was no use... In the end, you lost him, got separated from him and ended up with Tyreese, who had saved baby Judith - and who absolutely wasn't bad at all, but Tyreese wasn't Daryl. The prison was destroyed, your family split up, not knowing who survived and who didn't. Your boyfriend and still unbeknownst to him, father of your child was probably dead and you had absolutely nothing left. Within a blink of an eye, you had a mess on your hands.

"We have to go back!" You shouted after Tyreese, as he walked on through the woods, further away from the prison. "We have to go back and look for him!" Your friend gave you no answer, just continued to walk on. With a cocktail of anger, hurt, frustration and sadness coursing through your veins, you quickly caught up to him. "Tyreese!" He stopped suddenly abruptly in his tracks. "We can't, Y/N! We can't! Don't you see? Our home is destroyed, overrun with walkers! Going back there would be suicide!" "I don't care! I have to find him!" Tyreese sighed, bouncing Judith in his arms to keep her asleep and quiet. "I know this is hard for you and I am truly so, so sorry, but we have to look after Judith now. Make sure she survives." A part of you knew that the man was more than right, but your heart just couldn't accept this. You had to made sure that the man you loved was alright. So the emotions inside you exploded, causing you to reveal your 'secret' to your friend. "And I have to make sure that the father of my baby is alive!" Your eyes widened immediately after the words had left your lips, realisation dawning on you. Tyreese's eyes widened as well; his jaw dropping. "You... You are pregnant?" You nodded; tears threatening to fall. "Please, Tyreese, please..." Your voice was quieter and softer now, on the verge of begging. The man sighed once again, before placing a free hand on your upper arm, squeezing reassuringly. "No. It's too late." You wanted to speak up again, but Tyreese was quick to cut you off. "It won't change a thing if we are going back there." "Fine. Then I'm going alone." You wanted to turn on your heels and go, but Tyreese stopped you; grabbed your arm gently. "I can't and won't let you, Y/N. You are pregnant! I'd never forgive myself if something would happen to you. We stay together. Maybe we find Daryl somewhere around here. He is a survivor, you know that." Those words seemed to finally do the trick and convince you to not go back. Instead, you fell into Tyreese's arm, hugging his side and crying against his shoulder.

"Y/N!" Daryl looked around frantically, scanning his surroundings, while taking out several walkers on his way. "Y/N!" He couldn't see you. He just couldn't see you. "Y/N!" The tank, standing in the yard distracted his search for a moment, as he made sure to push a grenade down the gun, causing the man inside to jump out, before the tank exploded. Daryl was quick in driving an arrow through the enemy's chest; looking once again around. "Y/N!" The archer was on the edge of despair, so afraid to lose you. He had held your hand so tight and nevertheless, you were just suddenly gone, vanished into thin air, just because he had to use the hand which was clasping yours to kill an approaching walker. It was a mistake. He should've never let you go and rather just waste an arrow. Feeling the tears coming up in his eyes and witnessing more walkers storming the destroyed home they had built up, he screamed out your name from the top of his lungs for one last time. No response. No you. "Fuck!" He cursed, throwing his weapons to the ground and rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes - until a familiar voice spoke up behind him.

"Daryl!" The archer spun around. His gaze landed on a young woman with blonde hair. Beth. "I was trying to find the kinds to get them on the bus." Daryl shook his head. "I lost Y/N. I can't find 'er. I can't find 'er." Beth looked at him compassionately, taking his hand. "I'm so sorry, Daryl." The man was quiet for a moment, until he ripped his hand loose from the teenager's soft grip. "You gotta Beth, you gotta go. Get yourself to safety." The young woman's eyes widened. "No! I-I... What about you?" "I can't leave. I need ta find Y/N. I can't lose her." Beth frantically shook her head. "You can't, Daryl. If you stay, you're going to get yourself killed! There are too many walkers!" "Don care. Gotta find 'er." He wanted to walk past Beth, but she held him back with a hand pressed against his chest. "No! Y/N wasn't inside the prison. I didn't see her. You couldn't find her outside. What if she was inside the bus, or left already with someone else?" Daryl's eyes flickered, the gears in his head turning. "Please... If you go in there now and get yourself killed, Y/N is the one who is going to suffer. You don't want that, do you?" Daryl swallowed, shaking his head. "No." "See? Now come on. We have to go. We'll look for her, I promise!" He nodded and followed Beth, still not sure if this was the right decision.

Time passed. Day after day went by. While you, Tyreese and Judith found Carol on your way, Daryl lost Beth to god knows who and found Rick, Carl and Michonne somewhere on the way. They weren't you, but he was relieved to see that other members of his family had survived. Unfortunately, they didn't know what happened to you as well, leaving the archer still in the dark. It was torturous. But so it was for you.

At some point, you lost track of time, couldn't tell if the weeks had already turned to months or not. What you knew was, that the baby living inside you, must be there already for at least three months, since you lately started to show, having a small baby bump now. Carol quickly counted one and one together as well, making sure together with Tyreese that you were safe and protected.

Well... And then Terminus happened. While Daryl tried to stay alive with the others, Carol went on a rescue mission. You wanted to accompany her at all costs, but of course she didn't let you. She didn't want to risk your life and with that the baby's life as well. So, you stayed behind in that little hut with Tyreese and Judith, making sure that this strange man you took hostage didn't escape. Let's put it this way... Not every part of it went according to plan, but in the end everything turned out to be fine. More than fine, actually...

"I'm not digging around with this crap. We just made it out." "The fences are down. They'll run or die." Daryl listened in silence to the group and Rick's arguing, biting his lower lip - until he heard the leaves of the forest ground crunch, alerting him that someone - or most likely rather something must be there. He was right. But it wasn't something. It was someone. Carol. Daryl couldn't believe his eyes, seeing his best friend standing there, only a few feet away. He didn't think he would ever see her again. Not after she had been banished by Rick. But there she was. Daryl didn't hesitate, ran over to her and pulled her into a big hug. That attracted the others attention as well. Everyone was exhausted to the core, but undeniably happy to see Carol. Rick as well. He approached the two friends. "Did you do that?" Carol nodded meekly, on the verge of tears. Rick went immediately to hug her, wrapping both his arms tightly around his friend. "Thank you." The grey-haired woman retreated from the hug, smiling softly. "You have to come with me."

That was exactly what they all did. They followed Carol to the little hut… "They're back! Y/N they're back!" Tyreese exclaimed, watching their family approach the hut through one of the windows. "Really?!" You literally jumped up from where you sat on the ground beside Judith's makeshift crib. "Yes!" "Daryl! Can you see Daryl?!" Tyreese turned to face you, smiling. "Look for yourself." You sprinted to the window, seeing familiar and also a few unfamiliar faces. Among them, was Daryl. Seeing him kickstarted your heart, sending waves of pure happiness through your veins. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," you splattered out, before moving over to run out of the hut. "Daryl! Daryl!" The archer's eyes shot up, landing directly on you. For the second time within minutes, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had already lost hope, thinking he was never ever going to see you again. "Y/N..." He breathed out, letting his crossbow fall to the ground and running towards you, meeting you halfway in a hug. You literally jumped into his arms, wrapping both your arms and legs around him. "Daryl..." You sobbed, burying your face in his neck. "Y/N..." You could tell that Daryl was crying as well. His voice quivering and unsteady. The world around you faded. Just you and Daryl existed in that very moment. "I-I thought I lost you. I thought I was never going to see you again." You stammered, still clinging to him. "Me too. I couldn't find ya. I searched for ya, but I just couldn't find ya." "I'm here now." You whispered with a smile, peppering the skin on his neck with small kisses. "I am never going let ya out of my sight again, I promise. 'M gonna protect you better, I swear." You shook your head. "You always protect me as best as you can. This wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please. It was the Governor's fault. Nobody else's." Daryl just nodded against your shoulder, relieved that he had you back in his arms. That was everything what mattered in that moment. You held him for another while, before you untangled yourself from around your boyfriend and backed up a bit, just enough to look into his blue, greyish eyes. Though, one eye was slightly swollen and red. All in all, he looked quite battered and bruised, causing your heart to ache. Gently, you cupped his scruffy cheeks, looking at him with furrowed brows, worried. He noticed that of course, "M fine. Don worry." and started immediately to rub reassuring circles in the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. "You don't look fine, Daryl." The archer shook his head. "M fine, really. Jus' a black eye and a few cuts and bruises... How are you? You alright?" His question reminded you suddenly of the baby, growing in your womb. His baby. You swallowed. Now was the time to tell him, wasn't it?

"Y-Yes, I am, b-but there's something I need to tell you, I-" "We need to go." Rick's voice suddenly cut through the air, loud enough to catch both, yours and Daryl's attention. The archer looked at his brother, an arm still protectively wrapped around you. He hadn't noticed your small baby bump yet. "Yeah, but where?" He asked. "Somewhere far away from there," answered Rick, everybody shuffling around to get ready for moving along. Daryl nodded, thinking the same as Rick. "You two coming?" "Yes, just give us a minute. We'll catch up." You jumped to answer your friend, before Daryl could. You had to tell him. Now. "Alright. Just don't stay behind. We'll make sure to look out for you." You nodded, giving him a smile. "Thanks." The others went to follow Rick, leaving you and Daryl on your own - for now. The archer's gaze met yours again, fear and worry clouding his blue-grey orbs. "What is it?" Daryl asked, eyes suddenly widening. "You didn't get bit, did ya?!" You quickly shook your head. "No, no! It's not that! I didn't get bit!" He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out relieved. "Thank fuck. What is it then?" You took a deep breath. Now or never. "I-I'm pregnant." Daryl blinked, looking at you incredulously. "W-What?" You bit your lip, gently reaching for his hand and placing it on your small baby bump for him to feel. "I-I'm pregnant." An audible gasp left his lips; emotions getting stuck in his throat and tears blurring his vision. "P-Pregnant? Y-Yer pregnant?" You nodded, having to fight the tears once again as well. "Oh Y/N..." Daryl sobbed, engulfing you in another hug.

"Since when do you know?" You swallowed hard, knowing that this question would come. "A few days before the prison fell..." "W-What?" He was shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I'm sorry. I-I wanted to, but I was so afraid because of what happened to Lori a-a-and I dunno... Before I could tell you, everything went south. I'm so sorry." "Damnit, Y/N... Jus' imagine what could've happen if you ended up alone out there? Ya could've died!" "But I didn't! I found Tyreese and Carol. They took care of me. They always made sure I was okay." Daryl scoffed, but took your hands into his. "Don scare the shit outta me again, woman, I swear…" You had to smile softly at his words, shaking your head, "Promise." and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him lovingly. "Let's catch up to the others. You stay close ta me. I don't want ya out of my sight, understood?" You nodded. "Yes, Sir." "Good." The archer intertwined your fingers with his, grabbed his crossbow and gently pulled you with him, in order to catch up to the others - what you did in the end. "So, you're not mad at me, that I'm, well... Pregnant?" Once again, he shook his head. "Why should I? This is wonderful, actually. Maybe not the best time, but we're gonna make this. Judith made it, too." You smiled up at him, your heart full and content with love. "I love you." "I love ya too, sunshine - and I promise I'm goin' to look after you and that kid."

#daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon #daryl x you #daryl imagines #daryl dixon imagine #twd fanfic #twd imagine #twd oneshot #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfic #daryl dixon x pregnant!reader

[ssa-montgomery]

So a little while ago I asked if people would be interested in me writing a full length Mafia AU fic for Daryl x Reader and it got a much better response than I expected! Thank you all so much for showing an interest and as I promised here's some more info on it!

I'm still working on a title for it but the general concept will follow Negan moving The Saviours his gang into territory that is well known to belong to Rick Grimes. Rick chooses to send Daryl undercover to find out information about Negans plans from one of the girls who works at Negans club, Y/N. This leads to a star crossed lovers type romance as Daryl actually grows to care for her. Y/N is well aware of the true nature of both Daryl and Negan and is left with a decision to make about where her true loyalty lies.

I want to finish off my current requests before I start work on this fully but I'm really excited to develop the idea more!

I always love to make moodboard aesthetics as covers for any of my full length fics so here's the one I've made for this!

Tagging the people that showed interest in this! Thank you all so much <3

@spookyspiderseb @azanoni @grnwrms @littlegodzilla @targarynz @darylsgarden @starfirette @sargspiderbarnes

[ireblongstuff]

Leia Organa Masterlsit

Updated 12/25/22

Fluff

Cuddling with Leia and Rey by @dameronology 

Snowy sunrise by @cherrykenobi

Married Life by @dameronology

Leia proposing to you (hc) by @melmalone

Leia comforting you when she finds out your are stressed by @moonlit-imagines

Cell (P) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 

“She’s the symbol  Of resistance  And she’s holding on my heart like a hand grenade” by @myriadimagines

Leia getting annoyed when Han flirts with you because she has a crush on you by @myriadimagines

Sick Reader by @primasveraas-writing

Han trying to Leia advice about her crush on you my @myriadimagines

Leia telling han she asked you on a date something he was going to do @myriadimagines

Miscommunication by @steves-on-a-plane

“Anywhere you go let me go too” by @primasveraas-writing 

Dating Leia and Padme by @nothing-but-star-wars 

I love you too, princess by @writingforcurrentobsessions2

Angst with a happy ending

Alive by @poeticandors

Because I had you by @nothing-but-star-wars 

When you’re sad by @starfirette

I love you by @mahvericks

Angst

Leia finding out you were killed by the empire by @moonlit-imagines 

The empire torturing you to break Leia by @moonlit-imagines

Han and Leia grieving after they found out you were killed by your older brother kylo by @myriadimagines

#Leia x reader #leia organa x reader #princess leia x reader #princess leia #leia organa #star wars #star wars x reader #masterlist

[livingdeadblondequeen]

@minervadashwood @green-eyedladywrites @bringinsexybackk69 @greatfandom @littlegodzilla @zarahbronstein @xojdmasf @starfirette @be-the-spark-bitch @maggie231sstuff @ariacraigggg

[stormkobra-5]

Banks of the Nile Update:

I figured with the final episode of Moon Knight (I feel the need to point out the fact that Marvel said the season finale not the series finale) I better tell you guys what's going on with Banks of the Nile.

So. Because it's May the 4th, I'm spending most of my writing time during the first week of May working on little Star Wars drabbles/one-shots, not really any of my other stuff.

But, starting May 7th, I'll start working on Banks of the Nile primarily. You guys have loved even only the summary and the sneak peek, so I can only hope I can live up to your guys' expectations!

Taglist:

@poeticsorcery

@dameronsknight

@atzlena

@sylkisdagger

@gucciboots

@pastel-0-princess

@magnet-girl

@mandosmistress

@khaotic-kris

@yoditopascal

@halerune

@tojisprincess

@ahookedheroespureheart

@burninggracesandbridges

@freeshavocadoooo

@kingtwhiddleston

@oh--its-just-me

@xiernia

@bookloverfilmoholic

@iamyourgender

@starfirette

@darkwhisperswolf

@nemtodd-barnes1923

@tonystarksfavoritedaughter

@blackcat-midnight-thatsme

@vendettavhs

@saltykidcreation​

@espurrispossessed​

@sleepysteven​n

@rosaren2498​

@imthedoctorlove​

@jennyferbutty

@peanuts-pistachios​

@hb8301​

@lur-omg​

@sugarsug4r​

@simonsbluee​

@adamcarlsenslvr​

@bluestuesday

@soggumm

@juxtaposition-exe

@elmoakepoke

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #layla el faouly #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #layla el faouly x reader

[ynfics]

Shadowhunters Masterlist

The Mortal Instruments

Alec Lightwood

Being his twin - Lotsoffandomimagines

Fluff

Headcanon

Silent - Domxmarvel

Fluff

Slight angst

Male!Reader

Warlock!Reader

As boyfriends - Starfirette

Fluff

Headcanon

Clarissa Fairchild

Being friends with Clary and Simon -  Lotsoffandomimagines

Fluff

Headcanon

Isabelle Lightwood

Angel - She-writes-with-kisses

Fluff

Oneshot

Appetizer - Lotsoffandomimagines

Fluff

Oneshot

Jace Herondale

As boyfriends - Starfirette

Fluff

Headcanon

Magnus Bane

As boyfriends - Starfirette

Fluff

Headcanon

Leverage - Plus-size-reader

Fluff

Oneshot

Mundane!Reader

Maia Roberts

Being friends with Maia -  Lotsoffandomimagines

Fluff

Headcanon

Raphael Santiago

None yet

Simon Lewis

Being friends with Clary and Simon -  Lotsoffandomimagines

Fluff

Headcanon

Dating Simon -  Lotsoffandomimagines

Fluff

Headcanon

The Infernal Devices

Jem Carstairs

As boyfriends - Starfirette

Fluff

Headcanon

Tessa Gray

None yet

Will Herondale

As boyfriends - Starfirette

Fluff

Headcanon

#Shadowhunters #shadowhunters masterlist

[binniedeactivated]

I have become aware of the fact that we are mutuals and that made my entire day. You’re one of my favorite blogs oh my gosh ❤️❤️

Omg!! Not the famous @starfirette looking my way 😭😭😭 i always see your work and admire it because for the life of me I can’t grasp half of the fandoms on your masterlist and write it all so perfectly!! Literally an all rounder with anime, marvel, dc, kpop, like babe ilyyyyy! And I appreciate your hardwork! Congrats on 3k❤️

#cutie moots💕

[starfirette]

All Mine

⭐️reposting this because it didn't show up in the tags

⭐️ Jace Herondale x Fem! Brightlaw Reader

⭐️masterlist | here are your warnings: 17+ + PiV + fluffy smut + marking and possessive-ness + birth control runes

⭐️book/movie Jace??? Idk. I imagine movie Jace as Jace when I'm reading, which I'm doing rn, I'm rereading city of bones. I'm going to post the next three chapters of EWW to my ao3 this weekend, and maybe I'll get a good update out! Like a real one. Thanks everyone for being patient and bearing with me being a totally emotional spaz

Jace's room was usually clean. The immaculate space could only be described as that of belonging to a monk or a pastor, or any man who lived in quiet humbility. Typically the place was spotless: routinely dusted and the hardwood floors always swept--perhaps that was a trait he had picked up from Mayrse...she was a rather strong advocate for the neat freak movement, so perhaps something about being raised by her in his later years of childhood had rubbed off.

His stack of piano music books, and a few other personal belongings, tended to be neatly set on his dresser, the one with the huge mirror (the same one he probably spent forty minutes gazing into every morning).

But now the room was trashed. It had everything to do with the way Jace had dragged you around it. He'd tossed you on every possible surface and possessed your body. Books spilled across the edge as your hands buckled to find something to grip onto as Jace hoisted his hips hard against yours, filling you up with this long cock.

By now, it had been hours, and you were both on the bed.

His thumbs pressed hard into the flesh of your ass as he guided your hips back and forth, shushing you as he grinned like a fallen Angel.

"You like this cock, baby?" Jace asked, his curly golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. The flushed features of his sharp cheekbones and the flickering golden hue fading in and out of his crisp blue eyes reminded you of his angelic heritage.

"Come on, angel, answer me," Jace hissed as he tipped your face up. His long fingers pressed beneath your chin, and his eyes glittered gold with brief hunger as he examined the splotchy marks he'd littered on your throat.

"I do like it," you stammered out, still trying to hump his hips as fast and hard as you could. His cock was angled just right so it rubbed the spongy spot inside of you. Your clit was erect and pounding with rushing blood, beating fast like another pulse in your body.

"I like it, I like it," you whined, sounding pathetic and not at all like a Shadowhunter. What would your parabatai say if they knew just how cockdumb you'd become, and for Jace Herondale of all people. He easily was the most arrogant of all Shadowhunters.

"Yeah, I know you like it," Jace chuckled as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hands, the cool metal of his family rings, both the Wayland and the Herondale sigils passing over your flushed face. The coldness of the rings eased the sweat as Jace maneuvered his thumb to tickle your clitoris just lightly. It made your vision blur and you couldn't help but cry out.

"You own this cock, don't you?" Jace purred as he lazed back, his voice deep with pleasure as you cried in rumbling ecstasy. Your body was trembling all over and Jace caught you as you pushed forward, slumping over as you gave up on using your own hips to hump his dick.

Jace wrapped his arms around you. He had gotten bulkier, more muscular, since the last battle in Alicante against Jonathan's army; he'd found temporary peace in his excercising with Alec, as well as his clear mind. Heavenly Fire flooded his veins, making the apples of his cheeks rosy with rush and fever.

You groaned into the crook of Jace's neck as he held you together. Without his arms you might very well fall apart; come completely undone as Jace split you in half, releasing your shadowy soul and laying it to rest in the City of Bones.

"Daughter of The Brightlaws" your slated tombstone would read. "Killed by a Herondale cock."

Well, it'd be an interesting sight.

Jace's hips and thighs smacked up as he leaned back into the headboard of the large, Institute bed. He cradled you in his arms and softly groaned as he fucked into you. Your teeth sank over the Star shaped mark on his shoulder as his skin wettly slapped into yours.

"Gotta suck something to keep quiet?" Jace chuckled as your lips suckled onto the mark. "That's fucking hot. That's right, suck. Like it's my cock, okay?"

Your lips cramped as tears dropped down your cheeks. Your upteenth orgasm was stirring inside of you, churning like cream into sugar. It was a sweeter feeling than any cake batter or cookie dough; a stronger and hotter feeling than any fine whiskey or vodka you'd ever tasted.

Jace hissed as your teeth nipped his collar bone. The skin was blotched red and purple and it stained the Star mark on his shoulder.

You shuddered violently as cum spilled outside of you. It was leaking down your thighs, coating Jace's pelvis; it was a salty mix of the both of you: it was the last of the Herondales and Brightlaws, and it was being wasted on sloppy, sloppy sex; what would the consul say? How would the Clave react if they knew your left shoulder blade was coated with a birth control rune, courtesy of Clary Fairchild.

The sound of Jace's cock plunging in and out through the sticky flood of semen was erotic on its own. It lubricated your pounding clit so that even the lightest touch made you flinch in the best of ways.

"Cum on it again, okay, Angel? I can't get enough of the feeling. Aw, baby, don't cry," Jace chuckled as he used a thumb to wipe away the tears that settled on your cheeks. "I'm going to take such good care of you. Don't you know how much I love you?"

The creaking of the bed crescendoed into a slamming against the walls. No doubt the other residents were hearing all of this, and no doubt would they guffaw and joke about it during breakfast the next day.

"I love you," Jace said, his voice breathless as he held your hips down firmly. His cock was twitching and pounding as it hammered inside of you. His thighs were thick and full with muscle as they flexed to keep himself from collapsing into the mattress. His entire body burned with tire but he couldn't stop. He needed one more, one more burst of ecstasy with you. "I will love you until I die. And if there's a life after that? I'll love you then. Can't let my Angel be all alone...need to keep her company."

Your jaw went slack as drool dripped from your lips, sticking to the Herondale star as you emitted mindless sounds into his golden skin. "I love you, Jace," you said between hiccuping moans.

"And my cock?"

You couldn't help but laugh between the thrusts. "Even your cock, baby."

Jace firmly smacked you on the ass as he made a little noise of praise. "That's right. You love it. You love it, you own it; you milk it so good. Your wet pussy hugs me just right. Raziel made you for me."

His blue eyes flared with golden flame; the heavenly fire was forcing its way out of hiding, making his hands warm as the groped across your body. "You're all mine."

#jace wayland x reader #jace herondale x reader #jace lightwood x reader #jace morgenstern x reader #jace wayland imagine #jace herondale imagine #jace lightwood imagine #jace morgenstern imagine #jamie Campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #starfirette writes #jamie campbell bower imagine #the mortal instruments x reader #the mortal instruments imagine #shadowhunters x reader #shadowhunters imagine #please work this time #18+ content

[floral-and-fine]

Sex on the Beach

Arthur Curry (Aquaman) x Female Reader

Warning: Smut!

A/n: So I finally saw Justice League! And Aquaman is just too hot! I had to write something!!! (Have I mentioned I hate coming up with titles?)

Summary: Arthur finds out you’ve never been to the beach! So he takes you on a little trip ;)

Arthur sat across from you, mouth agape.

You twiddled your thumbs, feeling embarrassed about sharing that little fact about yourself. You knew it was a little odd, but because of where you grew up and your limited experience with traveling, you had yet to see the ocean in person.

Finally recovering from the initial shock, Arthur began to speak.

“Go get your swimsuit,” he commanded standing up and pushing in his chair.

“Wha- Why?”

“I’m taking you to see the ocean!”

“Right now?” you asked tilting your head to the side. Weren’t there more pressing matters to deal with.

“Right now,” he answered you full of conviction. “We’re about to fight this evil prick and we might die, and you’ll have died never seeing the ocean for yourself… so yeah, we are going right now.”

“Can I come?” Barry asked.

“Have you seen the ocean?” Arthur questioned.

“Yes?” Barry answered squinting his eyes, slightly confused by the question.

“Then no,” Arthur shrugged feigning a frown. “But you can go get y/n’s swimsuit for her.”

He tossed Barry the keys to your apartment.

“Why am I blindfolded?” you asked Arthur who was driving.

“Because, I’m going to make sure that your first time seeing the beach and the waves are perfect,” he answered his voice sounding smug. You could only imagine the smirk playing on his lips right now.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “I really appreciate this.”

He squeezed your leg above the knee, “Not a problem.”

The car stopped, and Arthur turned off the engine.

“Sit tight, I’ll be back,” he told you before he got out of the car. He quickly peeked his head back in, “and keep your blindfold on!”

As you waited, you could hear the sounds of the waves rolling in and crashing against the rocks. It was so peaceful, you could almost fall asleep listening to it all.

‘Tap, tap.’ Arthur knocked lightly on the window before he opened the passenger door.

“Give me your hand,” he offered, extending his out to you.

Cautiously, you reached for him feeling for his large palm. His fingers clasped around your hand as he helped pull you out of the car.

Slowly he guided you, holding your shoulders. The ocean breeze lightly hit your face, it felt cool and energizing. You could smell salt in the air.

“Take your shoes off,” he whispered in your ear.

You slipped off your flip-flops, your toes sank into the soft sand.

“Alright, now just a few more steps forward,” he muttered.

You squealed as the cold water rushed past your toes and around your ankles, then felt it rush back.You could feel Arthur chuckling behind you, as his chest rumbled against your back.

“Are you ready?” he asked preparing to remove the blindfold.

You nodded.

At first, you felt blinded as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight.

It was beautiful and overwhelming, all that hype about the ocean was really justified.

You were speechless, it was such an incredible sight. It seemed to go on forever, shimmering water as far as the eye could see.

“Come on,” he hooked his index finger with yours and led you a little bit away from the shore. “We can watch the sunset over here.”

Arthur, earlier, had laid a blanket out. He sat down with his legs stretched out in front of him, while he leaned back on his hands.

You took a seat close to him. Arthur looked so serene as he watched the water.

The two of you quietly sat side by side admiring the view. You were so happy that he brought you here. The sun started to disappear behind the waves. The sky started turning dark as the pinks, blues, and oranges faded away.

“Wanna go for a dip?” he invited you cocking his eyebrow. “I mean sitting here staring at it is fine, but it’s also nice to splash around.”

He stood up, yanking his shirt off and dropping it on the blanket.

You tried your best to keep your eyes to yourself, but you took a quick little peek. You bit your lip, his tattoos accentuated his muscular torso perfectly.

You figured you should join him in the water. It was your first time visiting the beach, seems like a waste not to actually go in the water.

You started to strip, you were wearing your bikini underneath your clothes. You didn’t feel comfortable wearing it. You were convinced that Barry intentionally picked out your skimpiest set of swimwear.

As you finished taking off your shorts, you caught Arthur gawking at you.

“Stop staring!” you shouted.

“Why?” he said sounding offended. “Like you weren’t just checking me out.”

You averted your eyes and rubbed the back of your head. How did he catch you? You weren’t even openly staring like he was.

“Stop being so damn shy and get in the water!” he shouted, already waist deep in the ocean.

As you started to wade through the water, Arthur dived under.

The water felt cool and crisp. You looked up at the sky as stars started to appear.

Who would have thought that teaming up with a group of strangers to take down some maniac bent on taking over the planet would lead to such a beautiful day before the big showdown?

You passed your hands through the water gently pushing it around. Absorbed in your own thoughts your felt something tickle you around your ankles. You shook your leg assuming it was just like a little fish.

But soon you found yourself under the water flailing about as something pulled you down. Sputtering and panting, you caught your breath as you made it back to the surface.

You heard laughter. You shoot Arthur a death glare.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed. “Honestly, I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t help it. You looked so cute.”

You crossed your arms and turned away from him, pouting as you walked back towards the shore.

“Hey,” he called out to you, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He hurried to catch up to you, once you were in reach he wrapped his arms around you from behind, “you’re safe with me. Nothing scary or dangerous is going to happen to you in the water.”

You turned yourself to face him, with his arms still around your body. His beautiful clear blue eyes were looking down at you softly.

Your temperature started to rise, feeling his hands on your waist, while your hands were on his strong broad shoulders. His lips just a few inches away from your own.

Arthur got a look in his eye like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

He started to lean down, his soft plump lips brushing against his own. You parted your lips as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Just as hungrily you kissed him back. Your hands pulled him closer to you.

Your fingers were tangled in his wet hair. You sprinkled a few kisses on his neck.

Arthur slyly reached around, untying your bikini top.

You covered your breasts with your arms and looked at him shocked, “What if someone sees? We aren’t exactly in private…”

Arthur, very obviously, looked around, “I don’t see anyone.”

You nodded, lowering your arms, he held both of your hands.

“It’s just us,” he reassured you, kissing your forehead lightly. “But if this isn’t-”

“I want you,” you interrupted him. “And I want to be with you here.”

You couldn’t imagine a better scenario, if you were going to hook up with Aquaman, it might as well be on the beach by the ocean.

His hands moved down over your ass, then to your thighs. With ease, he hoisted you up. Automatically, your legs hooked around his waist.

He carried you back to the beach. Your back hit the blanket, as he climbed over you. His tongue flicker over your nipple and his other hand massaged your breast. Your hands clutched his shoulders tightly.

Arthur sat up and yanked your bikini bottoms off.

“Let’s see how wet you are,” he winked suggestively.

A couple of his fingers teased your clit, rubbing little circles. You groaned arching your back.

“Need something more?” he whispered lowly.

Two of his fingers plunged into your cunt. He curled his fingers angling them to hit your g-spot.

You whined and wiggled beneath him as he finger fucked you.

“I...need… you,” you begged.

“Get on top of me,” he directed you.

“Why-y?” you asked slightly startled.

He rolled onto his back and hurriedly undid his pants, freeing his large uncircumcised cock. He stroked it a few times.

Arthur laughed, “So you can still see the ocean while we fuck.”

Hesitantly, you straddled him. Positioning yourself over his cock.

Slowly, you sunk down. You gasped, as his cock filled you to the brim.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

He could watch you all night, the moonlight shining down on your soft skin. Your tits bouncing each time you moved your hips. The expression on your face was priceless lips slightly parted, eyes closed as you panted. Arthur showered you with praise as you fucked yourself on his cock.

Your fingers massaged your clit, and your other hand groped your breast.

“That’s it,” he purred bucking his hips under you. “Come on, baby.”

You looked down at him. His hands ran up and down your sides. With you still on his dick, he sat up and crossed his legs.

Arthur grabbed your ass cheeks tightly and started sucking and nibbling on your collarbone. You started to ride him harder, rolling your hips against him.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed.

Your head flung back as your orgasm rippled through you, your nails raked against his back leaving red scratches.

Arthur took more control after you came. He laid you on your back. He hovered over you ramming his cock into your pussy without missing a beat.

He started to growl as he got closer cumming. At the last moment, he pulled out. Hot streaks of cum landed on your stomach.

His body shivered as he finished and collapsed beside you.

“We're gonna visit the beach together again, right?” he sighed.

You nodded enthusiastically, then lightly pecked his lips.

Tags: @babe-with-thepower, @starfirette, @skellingtonbatz, @harry-puddle, @starfirette, @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night, @captainbvckfire, @cassiopeia89, @cassiopeia-barrow, 

#arthur curry #arthur curry x reader #arthur curry fanfic #arthur curry imagine #jason momoa #Aquaman x reader #aquaman fanfic #aquaman imagine #aquaman #justice league fanfic #reader insert #female reader #justice league x reader

[freedom-shamrock]

BAMF Mari #10 - Chat Nap

Also on AO3 #1 Princess Chat   #2 Snack Chat   #3 Scalded Chat   #4 Chat Ice #5 Chat’s Paw   #6 Chat’s Cradle   #7 Chataplexy   #8 Chatatonic #9 Chatalyst   #10 Chat Nap    #11 Chatcall   #12 Chatachresis   #13 Cat’s Pajamas    

Marichat May day 18 prompt: bodyguard

He was still blissfully happy, though less dazed, when Marinette's skylight popped open.  With perhaps half of his usual grace and most of his super speed, Chat Noir let go of his amazing classmate to take up a defensive posture in front of her.  Whoever was brazen enough to break into her family's apartment to pester her would pay. His happy purr shifted to a growl, and he was pleased with how menacing it sounded.

"Girl, you should have called me," Alya's voice carried up onto the balcony.  "I would've helped deal with the media invasion."

Marinette reached for his wrists from behind him, but her arms just weren't long enough.

Alya's head popped up through the skylight and she took in the scene a moment before smirking.  "Well this is an unexpected surprise," she drawled.

His growl was interrupted by a hiss directed at Alya.

"Chat Noir, stand down," Marinette snapped.  "Alya's not here to hurt me."

Oh another order.  He was so good at following those.  He hesitated though. Could she be sure Alya wasn't some copycat akuma here to kidnap his… what was Marinette to Chat Noir?  His rescuer? His hero? Aah no. His princess. He glanced at Marinette and then the girl who might or might not be Alya.

"Put the phone down Alya," Marinette said, her voice sharp.  "This is all your fault anyway."

Deciding he could obey Marinette while still remaining vigilant, Chat Noir crawled back to wrap himself around his new favorite person.  He managed to settle his head on one thigh, so he could gaze up at the beautiful strong girl, his body wound around her back. Yes this was perfect.  Well. Almost perfect. He picked up her hand and set it on his head, purring happily. Now it was purrfect.

"Okay, so how is this my fault?" Alya asked, a giggle sneaking into her voice.

Marinette let out a huff.  "You gave me that catnip plant yesterday.  Apparently it works on him much like it would on a regular cat."

"Woah."  There were shuffling noises, and Chat Noir opened his eyes to make sure he didn't need to do anything to protect Marinette.  Alya had crossed over to where Marinette had placed the plant she'd moved earlier. "How about I put it down in your room. Then we can talk about why mister black leather… omigod , he's purring, isn't he?"

Marinette sighed.  "Plant first, then questions."

"Yeah, yeah, right," Alya agreed.  She picked up the pot and took it down through the skylight.

"Please behave yourself," Marinette asked, running her hand slowly through his hair.  "Alya can be a good ally in this situation, but only if you don't go triggering her scoop reflexes."

Alya climbed back out onto the balcony.  "Okay. So he really does get catlike, with purring and that reaction to catnip?"

"Yes, and you can't put any of that on the Ladyblog," Marinette replied.

"I get keeping the catnip reaction on the DL," Alya agreed.  "We do not want Hawkbutt sending out an akuma with catnip powers."

"Honestly, anything that makes him think that Chat Noir might react at all like a cat, would be best to avoid and refute," Marinette said.  After a moment of silence she added, "We don't want anyone trying to see if he chases a red dot across Paris into a trap. I'm not sure Ladybug would do nearly as well without him.  Playing off his cat nature could endanger Ladybug and Rena Rouge, too."

"Sssmart," Chat mumbled, nuzzling her leg.  "You're so smart, Princess."

"Fair points," Alya agreed.  "But are you sure I can't shoot a little video for personal use?"

"Absolutely not," Marinette said firmly.  "It's your fault he's vulnerable right now, and he's in no position to consent to video."

Alya nodded.  "Okay. That's fair."  She reached over to pat his head, freezing when he growled at her.  "Oh. So only M gets to touch the golden head?" She smirked. "Guess we we know where he stands."

Marinette stared at her friend in confusion.  "On what?"

"Chat Noir ships Marichat!"  Alya dissolved into giggles. That was definitely Alya.

Chat Noir closed his eyes and let himself float in this happy moment.

30 minute speed write

I had to come back to this one because my previous attempt better fit a prompt that I'd skipped.

tagging  @frostymoon11, @starfirette, @bowser14456, @lokisfavoritepriestess-blog, @aelinashryvergalathynius22, @ourthelonelygirl18 as requested. Hope you enjoy!

#Miraculous Ladybug #fanfic #marichat may 2018 #BAMF Mari #my writing #Marichat #mlfluffiction

[brownjet-archive]

do you have any peter parker imagine blogs recs? (besides your amazing ones of course)

omfg, thank you sm!! Of course, um, there’s a lot of writers I probably won’t recognize cause I forgot their urls or what they changed their urls to, but atm here:

@tom-holla @honeyparker @onelovewonderwoman @petersmcu @peterparkerimagine @eksavestheworld @blinkybarnes @screamholland @acciopeter @webslingerholland @starfirette @starparker @flowering-parker @fuckyou-imspiderman @literally so many other writers who I can’t remember (I will definitely add to this list)

Under the cut I’m adding other general authors who I love

@v-writings (also has good peter stuff but also literally everything else is amazing) @sighodinson @captainrogerss @redgillan @irndad @samingtonwilson @justsomebucky @rreader @fading-flowerr @steelfeather (more will be added here as well) 

#answered #lovely anon #so many people who i love and literally can't remember how i followed them but im so glad i did #lovely friends #idk what else to tag this

[starfirette]

Hey!anon here! Since you made a Fluff Alphabet for Dori,can you maybe make an NSFW version? If not,or request are closed then it's okay 🍵🌷

❇starfirette renaissance day two...?!?!?!?! I thoroughly enjoyed this!

❇Dori Sakurada NSFW Alphabet | more Dori fics here! | masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pillow talker meets attentive retail staffer. Encourages you to pee and shower up; engages in aftercare behaviors you additionally require, such as reassurance or food. He’s very much your dom so he takes his role seriously. Your health and wellbeing is incredibly important to him so he’s going to pay attention to that first!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He prefers his mouth or his hands; he is self aware and he knows that he was asked to model a lipstick for a reason. As for you, he loves your hair. To pull it, to control you with it; or to softly play with, braid absentmindedly…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your tongue. “Be good and swallow it”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is a kinky, kinky man. He wouldn't consider this a secret if he weren't so well known. Being that he is famous he keeps it on the down low. Very likely to be into BDSM as a dom only. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Average experience. Has had sexual relationships with partners and BDSM experiences with strictly sexual partners. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes when you're on your knees or intricately restrained 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Maybe strikes jokes in a mocking way, sometimes are your expense but he wouldn't ever mean it 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I doubt he'd shave at all. Maybe to keep things neat but he doesn't bother trying to stay bare

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he's in a relationship and he loves you, then he can be tender and romantic. But with a strictly sexual partner or a one night stand, he wouldn't bother/feel comfortable 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Makes you watch while he edges himself. He likes the JOE 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dom and Sub, as well as pain infliction and degradation. He thoroughly gets off on being in complete control. He edges himself and he'll edge you, too

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mostly in his own place just because his toys and his ‘area’ is there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you whine. When you misbehave. When you obviously are in need of his attention 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't foresee him being into the Daddy thing. He's more of a master 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to grip a fistful of your hair while you guides your mouth up and down on his cock. He also likes to tie you up and put a gag in your mouth before he goes down on you. Sometimes, as a punishment, he'll overstimulate you. He won't take it easy. He won't let you think of it as a prize: he'll suck your clit like a jolly rancher while you scream over the gag. He knows it gets uncomfortable after a while and that's why it's a punishment

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough over slow and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his forte

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh yes, absolutely! 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can be pretty tired after a long day of work and filming and everything else. It really depends on how far you two want to go and if he has the time and energy to do anything. Of course if you two want to have a chill quickie he's totally down! I think he doesn't mind being a soft, service dom, especially if you ask! 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why yes he certainly does. I imagine a sex swing, rope, floggers, and gags are some of his favorites. Just anything to keep you restrained. He is content with using his hands and mouth to punish or reward you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very much likes to edge you! Most of the experience is foreplay. Generally getting you wet and excited. You like to be teased, he likes to tease you, so it’s a win-win.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud and he LIKES being loud, he PREFERS it. If he has to yell at you then we will. Brats will be punished. But good girls get their praise. Loud encouragement is the best encouragement. He is vocal about his own pleasure and he is sure to let his girl know she’s doing such a good job.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You two have made sex tapes, but they’re kept on your phone and not his 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I imagine he is chiseled and sharp edged, toned with slight muscles that make him bulkier than he typically would be. I also have to say he is hung as a horse 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think that the more he loves you the more he finds himself craving you. He thinks about you all the damn time. You consume his thoughts when he is bored or daydreaming. He finds himself fantasizing about everything he wants to do to you when he sees you next

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once you’re all cleaned up and taken care of he’ll feel comfortable to chill and fall asleep. Part of being a dom means looking out for your sub. He takes it very seriously and he’d never want to leave you without the aftercare that you need

#dori sakurada x reader #dori sakurada smut #dori sakurada imagine #dori sakurada #starfirette writes #starfirette renaissance #requested! #I have no more tags #that's sad #I refuse to clickbait yall with Dori characters x reader #but I have those :))) #if you're interested #if you're reading this tags #I just want the continue reading thingy for the tags #so #i'm watching miss congeniality #my sister is eating chips #yeah #i think this works

[starfirette]

daryl dixon nsfw alphabet

❄️ 17+ | masterlist

❄️ I remember staying up past my curfew every Sunday to watch this show. I was convinced that I could audition to be a Walker and make it. I was also convinced that Norman Reedus would see me, a 13 year old in zombie makeup, and be willing to commit crimes to be with me. Anyways here's this. Veterans to this blog May remember my old Daryl fics and I hope to god I've deleted every trace of them so yahoo and tallyho I guess. Requests are open and I'm going to post two of them tomorrow!!!! 🥳

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It took time for him to warm up to you, but eventually he became comfortable enough to carefully pull you against him. Falling in love with you and warming up to you were two different things for him. The first time you two have slept together he felt awkward and he pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed and dressing before leaving with a mumble. He returned to find you crying. "You just left," you had sniffed out. It was painful. You'd been through total hell: hoards of walkers, trapped in abdandoned houses, fights with random survivors. But this had you crying. Still naked in the bed, body bruised and hickied, and tears standing your face.

Daryl scrambled to grab you. He pressed a kiss both wet eyes. He laid with you, fully clothed with the night air in his beard and hair. Your naked self curled up against him, but the grasps were chaste and loving.

Daryl felt guilty beyond measure.

It is now custom for every night that he kisses his chapped lips on your body. Soft. Careful. Slow. He eases you back to the earth. Daryl never thought he was capable of being tender until he first held you in his hands. Covering you in blankets or helping you get redressed. Passing you water. Then kissing your forehead before tucking you in for the night. When you've fallen asleep he'll tell you he loves you. He doesn't like to do it often because he feels almost uncomfortable to say it, out of fear that he's going to be rejected. At least when you're sleeping he can say it over and over.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your tittiesssss. It's a primal urge to love and be loved by a comforting woman. I wouldn't say that he outwardly has a mommy kink. I don't think he'd ever call a girl mommy, actually! But he finds relief at the end of the day by laying on your stomach and sucking your tits into his mouth. Groaning and swirling his tongue around your nipples as your hands comb the knots out of his hair.

He worships them.

"Best pair I've ever seen," he promises, each and every time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Also on your tits. Massaging the slick seed over your nipples while your lashes catch tears like drops of water on a spiderweb. It's mesmerizing and it's enthralling. It magnetizes on his cock to hear his skin sticking to yours with the semen between them, or to see your pretty breasts glisten in the lanterlight.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

That he was morbidly inexperienced in the area of romance. I think he's had plenty of sex but I don't think it really had feeling. I think that brought him down. All Daryl ever really wanted was to feel loved. It's so much better to fuck while knowing you're his woman.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Again, I think he's fairly experienced. I think he's not exactly happy or proud by the situations he's been in, but he also knows what he likes in the bedroom.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary is likely, however I also think that he likes to stand behind you. Pinning you to his chest so he can look over you and watch your face control and your tits jiggle while your cute pussy keeps him in a chokehold. Actually, I know it's this position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

When he cracks a joke or laughs then you know all is well in the world. That you and your people are safe; that you won't go to bed hungry; that you'll have a proper breakfast with Daryl come morning before parting ways for 'work'.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I personally doubt that he bothers to trim or shave anything and idk if I'm weird for thinking it's hot, but 🤷‍♀️🫡

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very much extremely so 🥳

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I imaging that Daryl looks so delicious when he's touching himself. He's all alone and he's vulnerable. He's himself without any fear or worries. His mouth parted, maybe he'll even let out the smallest of moans as he thumbs his slit. And he's not afraid to keep going. He will make himself cum over and over until he feels satisfied.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Size difference 😜 or when you're crying. When you're face is just streaming with tears while your cunt and thighs are slick with cum, after hours of being fucked and worshipped. And he's going to keep going. So also overstimulation ☺️

But please. I implore you to turn the tables. Sneak up on him and worship this man. Kiss him all over. Make him feel good. Please. He needs it. Pleasure him and most of all PRAISE HIM. He has a HUGE praise kink that he didn't even know about!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

MAYBE on a run. MAYBE. I imagine that the minute you two almost get caught by another group or by walkers, he's banned the both of you from fondling while on a run. I think he'd like the idea of having a secret hideout. A place with the essence of just you and him, decorated only for two pairs of eyes.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

His own mind. But sometimes he won't even have dirty thoughts, however, and then you'll whisper the filthiest thing in his ear. Then he can't think of anything else.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Impact play. Aside from clit or tit spanking, just sexy spanking, things like whipping or slapping is a no. It's too personal and he'd never get off on it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers giving because he's silently insecure. He's meticulous in his tongue strokes. Presses kisses to your puffy lips and licks between them before nuzzling your clit with his nose. His scruff feels so ticklish against you. It makes you squirm. He'll use his rough hands to pin your hips down, forcing you to bear the pleasure he bestows while tongue fucking your tight hole or sucking your clit like a lemon slice. This is what I mean when I say size difference, btw. Man handling might be a better term. I wholeheartedly want Daryl to throw me around like a rag doll and use me the way he needs 🥹

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he typically ends up in a slow and steady jackhammering motion. I can't explain this right. Like a dotted quarter note in music theory...? That's the best way I can start to explain. Like every thrust has to settle for a second before he goes again-he wants to revel in the feeling. But it gets to a point when he's on the verge of cumming that his pace might get uneven. He'll push forward with choppy thrusts that take you higher and higher (deeper and deeper as the wise Kate Bush once said)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Occasionally he gets in a cheeky mood. He'll probably do this while on watch at a more se the settlement, like the prison or Alexandria. He'll lick his two fingers before shoving them down your panties. Sometimes he'll fuck your throat while he's on watch, trying his hardest to keep an eye out. It's sexy when he grunts and muffles his own cries.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Probably not. Once you two have established a comfortable rhythm, he gets attached to it and he wouldn't want it to change. He'd be a little sad if you ever told him you weren't satisfied with the sex life you two have

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oh my god he can last forever

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nope

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

In the sense of "punishments" he might, but generally he gets off on making you squirm or cum

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Can be very loud or very quiet. He typically is good at keeping quiet. It's pornographic when he lets himself make sound. It's all groans and grunting, growling and dirty talking. "Little girl" is his go to sex pet name.

I was heavy stalking the Daryl fanfic tag the other day and saw one where he says "cuntmuffin" and I can't get that out of my mind

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When Daryl got the hang of the punishment-dom/sub dynamic he absolutely had a field day. He's GOOD at it. Total brat tamer. He's an amazing dom and he doesn't even realize it. He's just naturally in tune with you. He enjoys having someone to love and someone to tease. When he trusts you, the sky is the limit

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

HUNG KING. I cannot even lie, I know that he's gigantic. Long AND thick. The only man whose balls I'd ever fondle 10/10

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's a horny bastard when he lays his eyes on you. I'm sure when he first met you, at whatever point you joined the group (you may choose but I personally give myself too much credit and imagine I joined straight out of Atlanta), he totally imagined you in all sorts of nasty situations. Watching you with the other ladies washing laundry? He jerked off in the tent, took about 60 seconds. Merle had no clue.

When you first got an attitude with Shane? Okay, he took his sweet time and groaned your name. Edges himself a couple times.

When you opted for a long dagger rather than a shotgun, going for close range kills? Okay, he was in officially in love.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'd be more than happy to snuggle up and fall asleep, but more often than not he's going to count ammunition stocks or take watch. He can't help but want to contribute morning, noon, and night.

#starfirette writes #starfirette renaissance #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd imagine #I'm so into daryl right now #I feel 13 again

[starfirette]

jace herondale

⭐️just some loving on movie Jace because apparently Jamie was in stranger things season four! I'm begging you all to understand this is not a stranger things fic I don't watch the show anymore 🤧

⭐️ masterlist

17+ nsfw below the cut

Jace is such a dom

He's very much not a submissive, at least not by nature.

If ever he comes into such a situation where he happens to be submitting, just know he's plotting all the ways you're going to be punished

The best way to do this is to catch him off guard, wake him up with his hands in cuffs, after a night of good rest so his runes don't impede and ruin the fun

Jace has a couple go-to nicknames for you, like Angel, Baby, and Babe. He pulls it off sooooo well

Sometimes guys think they can get away with hot nicknames like that but they can't

Jace can get away with anything. Jace can make anything look or sound sexy

Jace is probably better at fingering a girl then he is at eating them out

When he fingers you, he starts slow, setting off with one finger and touching your spongey g-spot. He shushes you, telling you to hush and watch as he pushes a second finger in.

He loves watching you struggle to take three or more

He pins you down by the throat while he fingers you hard and fast, the sound of his hand fucking you slapping around the walls of his Institute bedroom. If you're being too loud he'll push a hand over your mouth and tell you to be quiet; don't actually be quiet though because he loves to hear you cry and moan, especially when the sounds are muffled

His left hand will curl around your throat, the tendons flexing his Clairvoyance rune

He looks like the Devil has a watches you, a smirk on his mouth and glittering lust in his eyes. It's hard to imagine he's part Angel

He definitely helps you through overstimulation, encouraging you and kissing you all over as he guides you from orgasm to orgasm

He's so rough and intense; he has a lot of pent up energy and angst and he definitely takes it out during sex. It's more often than not that he roughly fucks you as opposed to making love.

Let him cum inside you

He loves it aghhh

When you two are glamoured??? Anything can happen in public

Let him take you in a club pulsing with music, dancing bodies all around, but no one can see you

On the off chance a Downworlder or someone else with sight sees this, he makes glowering eye contact and silently dares them to say anything

Begs you for attention and for your touch

Begs you to forgive him and just let him fuck you already

He will worship you, at your feet, if things are really bad; promising he'll be nicer, he'll make it up to you, all as he's hastily pulling down your black jeans. His fingers are shaking as he runs at your clit to get you wet and the tremble when they slip inside without any thought to stretch you out. He wants to skip everything and just watch you cum

Kisses and bites at your thighs as he fingers you hard and fast, or slow and steady, whatever way you prefer

Loves to sit you on top of his lap as he sits at the piano. You ride his cock, your hands braces on the keys and making horrible notes as you brace yourself with every thrust

#jace morgenstern x reader #jace lightwood x reader #jace wayland x reader #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale imagine #jace lightwood imagine #jace wayland imagine #the mortal instruments x reader #the mortal instruments imagine #smvt #starfirette writes

[starfirette]

tenth doctor | nsfw alphabet

❄️someone requested a regeneration fic where the doctor is always really horny after a regeneration and I'm working on it! It's become really long! I hope that it turns out good ❤️ Merry Christmas and Happy Winter Holidays!!!

❄️masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

A needy, giddy man in need of a good meal! You two wrap up in bed and snack. He's got his arms around you in someway!

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The Doctor is extremely self aware. He knows he's hit the regeneration lottery with this face. His favorite bit is the hair.

On you, absolutely your pussy ☺️I got nothing else to say. He of course admires all of your body. He loves to hold your hand. He loves to cuddle. But the chokehold your cunt has on him is impossibly strong and he'd do anything to touch it, to lick it, to just feel it tight around his cock....yeah

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Inside. Of. You. INSIDE OF YOU!!!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not sure if he has secrets. More like dirty war stories

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got tons of it. 900 years of experience under his belt, he's got the ability and patience to make you scream and cum until you wish you never would again.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He's controlling and sometimes sadistic. He's more of a dom. Whether you want a daddy or a master, you can decide but he'll be on board with either.

Of course he'd never really want to hurt you, but he gets kinky and caught up in the moment. His dark side can easily jump out. He could tie you up, pin you down, have you in your knees, and he'd be happy. But on the more heartfelt note, when he really loves you he could be so easily on his knees for you, worshipping your pussy and sucking on your clit with moans of his own.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Totally. He's always got a witty one liner up his sleeve!

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I kinda doubt it. I see 9 as the guy who trims and 11 as the guy who shaves. 10 probably just does enough to keep neat, for your sake.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It depends on how close you two are. Upon being in total love with you, he'd become very intimate, and he'd quickly go from fucking to love making!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Probably not often, unless he's given a real reason. Being with you gives a real reason. Watching you prance around the Tardis, seeing the fun outfits you put on for trips in time. He'll totally find the excuse to rub one out. He's an absolute vision when he jerks off. He's got his head tilted back and his plush mouth opened up to let his little gasps and moans out. He jerks himself hard and rough, edging himself over and over while he thinks about you: your ass in those bell bottom jeans, your breasts in the corset you wore when you took the visit to 1700s France. But also your smile when you see grand waterfalls or a cascade of shine meting meteors.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Edging! Making you beg to finally cum makes him feel so proud. He feels so pleased with himself when you grovel and plead, clawing at his chest and hair. He's also, as I mentioned earlier, a massive dom. Being in control is his forte. He'd feel awkward otherwise. I think he can sometimes let you take control but like I said he'll feel awkward the entire time!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

ON👏THE👏CONSOLE. Literally every Doctor would feel this way! But also perhaps in his room or your room just so you two can play hard with toys and other things

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes he gets really really horny. Like after a regeneration (ANON IM LOOKING AT YOU 🥹🥹🥹) But also watching you glide into the console room with a bright smile makes his heart swell and his cock go hard. Whether you're dressed as a Gibson Girl or in pajamas with hair tied up in a towel, he seriously feels the desire to grab you by the hair and fuck your cunt until it gushes 😭

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Probably something obviously gross. I can't see him being turned off to more degrading or intense kinks. I think he'd find pleasure in impact play or something similar, but consent obvi comes first.

He'd be capable of using context clues before pitching ideas. If he thinks you'd be into it, then he'd find it easier to suggest it. He knows you, after all, and he can gauge your preferences if you haven't shared them already.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It depends on the mood he's in. If he was more upset or frustrated, he'd have no qualms in fucking your mouth.

But he also finds pleasure in locking you up and slowly licking your pussy. Pushing his tongue through your puffy folds and kissing your clit is one of the ways the Doctor likes to unwind or even reward you.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough for sure! But I think that the Doctor gets in a romantic mood where he just wants to slowly please you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All the time! In countless worlds, eras, places, etc. He likes the thrill!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's absolutely willing! He doesn't find it necessary and he'd probably be happy with you no matter what! However if you were willing to get risky, he'd be absolutely excited!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A LONNNNG time! You probably have to call it quits by the end of the night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh hell yeah he does! He uses them on you, predominantly, but he'd be willing to experiment on himself!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Total tease! Especially if you're being subjected to a punishment!

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Vocal. He is talkative. He cannot shut up. He seriously likes to hear himself talk.

He'll grunt and groan and growl, and especially he'll moan out praises for you. You're his very special girl. He takes the extra time for you to know this.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has had experiences with men, and generally other alien beings. Pansexual king

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's thick, probably average five or six inches, just due to his height, but probably not bigger than that.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH! It makes it so difficult to love you. He can't keep his hands off you. He's always fondeling your breasts or sneaking his hands down your pants.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Does the Doctor even sleep? He probably does once in a blue moon. I think he'd rather watch you sleep. He likes that you're so normal. He likes that you sleep with your limbs sprawled out, mouth open, snoring the night away. He looks at you and observes the sexiest creature in the universe.

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