#ten imagine

[starfirette]

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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[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine joining the Doctor on a trip in the most reckless way...

"The Sapphire Waterfall?" You repeated, slowing your walk towards Donna. "Did he say Sapphire Waterfall?"

"Yeah, why?" Donna wondered, taking a sip of her drink. You halted and gasped in excitement. Starting to trek backwards, you pointed at Donna.

"Call him back and tell him to wait!" You instructed, leaving your friend confused as you bolted in the opposite direction. Running through the hotel, you zoomed past people and aliens until you reached the train bay.

You realised that you didn't ask Donna which dock the Doctor was standing at and felt your heart sink knowing that you were going to miss an incredible sight.

The shuttle to Sapphire Waterfall is now boarding to close on Dock 6.

The overhead voice announced and you counted your lucky stars for this information. Looking above, your saw the red sign for Dock 6 less than a metre away. Sprinting forward, you recognised the Doctor's brown coat flying with the wind just outside the door to a shuttle that was slowly leaving.

He was looking forward, in the direction that the ship was going before disappearing back inside - the door luckily still open. You considered calling for him but it be a waste of energy. You ran along the edge of the platform, building up speed and lined yourself up with the doors. The platform was coming to an end so you took in a deep breath before taking a leap of faith and jumped off - headed straight for the door.

Mistake. This whole thing was a mistake.

You cursed yourself for doing something so stupid and knew that this was only going to end one way: you were going to hit the side of the shuttle and fall to your death. Just as your made peace with fate, a hand fastened itself around your wrist and pulled you into the ship. You propelled forward and smacked into a chest with a familiar scent as the shuttle door sealed shut.

"Hello there." Ten whispered mysteriously keeping his hands on you to maintain balance. "Couldn't resist some alone time with me?"

You laughed at the sound of his voice and looked up at his charming face complete with big brown eyes. You snaked your hands around his shoulders and leaned forward for a kiss until the Air Hostess appeared into view and knocked on the wall gently.

"May I advise you that all passengers are required to take their seats before we leave the facility." She informed.

The Doctor cleared his throat and nodded, giving the hostess her cue to leave. You pulled on Ten's tie gently and smiled.

"We should get going."

~ More imagines here ~

A/n: 60th Anniversary here we come! PSA - unless the Doctor is going to catch you, pls don't jump off alien platforms x

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[izzluv]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 — Theron gostava de garotas como você, gostava da ideia de poder te corromper.

[ ⚠️ ] ten!dom x reader!sub, mitologia grega!au, corruption kink, sexo em lugar público (mais especificamente numa floresta), sexo oral (fem), Ten é filho de Dionísio e seu nome grego é Theron. acho que só, me avise caso eu tenha esquecido de algo.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀: apareço a cada 6 meses porque lembro que tenho uma conta onde dou uma de escritora. mas enfim, aqui está o primeiro smut do ano. descobri que gosto bastante de mitologia, então, pensei em fazer alguns smuts com alguns neos como filhos de alguns deuses. é isto, tenham uma boa leitura ♡

— Callista… – te chamou pelo apelido recém dado, de uma forma suave, se aproximando por detrás de você, se sentando apoiando o queixo em seu ombro. — Sabe por que eu te dei esse apelido? Porque significa “a mais bela”, é isso que você é, a mais bela que eu já vi.

As palavras ditas por Theron deixavam você encantada, ele sabia usar a entonação certa para deixar você caidinha por ele, se aproveitava da sua inocência como bem queria, te levava flores, passeava com você na floresta, te fazia carinho, te tratava como uma princesa, se aproveitando do fato de nunca ter tido um namorado para “te mostrar como é ser amada”. Esse lado não batia com a imagem que foi criada de Theron, filho de Dionísio, achavam que ele era só um jovem rapaz que curtia festas e bebia vinho até dizer chega. Era difícil ver Theron com alguma garota, ele recusava todas, as moças viviam de coração partido porque foram recusadas pelo semideus.

Mas ele viu algo em você. Você era uma das serviçais de Sêmele, rainha de Tebas e mãe de Theron. Você era mais tímida, retraída, calada, diferente das outras serviçais, que eram tagarelas e atrevidas. Esse seu jeito mais tímido de ser que chamou atenção do homem. Você não tinha se atirado de qualquer forma nele, apesar de achar ele bonito e se pegar sonhando e desejando que ele te olhasse da mesma maneira, nunca teve coragem de chegar nele.

— Theron… – o chamou ao sentir o mesmo distribuir vários beijos que começavam em seu ombro e iam até o seu pescoço. — Minha mãe vai estranhar a minha demora, eu preciso voltar para casa. – Ah, a sua mãe, aquela que te criava com uma proteção tão desnecessário, que irritava Theron só de lembrar. Ele não precisou de muitas perguntas para descobrir o motivo de você nunca ter se relacionado com um homem, somente saber que sua mãe era extremamente protetora com você, os pontos se ligaram.

— Esquece um pouco as regras de sua mãe. – colocou as mãos em sua cintura, se deitando lentamente e levando seu corpo junto, ficando os dois deitado na grama meio úmida. — Ainda não anoiteceu, o sol nem se pôs ainda. – era impossível escapar do rapaz, ele sabia bem que sua mãe iria surtar caso visse os dois juntos, mas ele preferia continuar com seus encontros no sigilo.

As mãos grandes faziam carinho em sua cintura, enquanto o rosto estava perto de seu pescoço, deixando vários beijos molhados na região. Os mínimos toques vindo do rapaz te deixavam com um desejo imenso, esfregava as coxas na intenção de tentar resolver o problema que estava surgindo no meio de suas pernas, sabia que somente Theron poderia resolver isso, mas sentia vergonha de pedir por aquilo. Queria tomar uma atitude que deixasse claro o que ela queria, queria ter um alívio. Pegou uma das mãos que estava em sua cintura e levou até sua virilha, afastando as pernas, deixando mais óbvio o que queria. A sua atitude repentina deixou Theron surpreso, não esperava isso de você, mas se dissesse que não gostou, estaria mentindo.

Olhou para o homem, com os olhinhos falando mais que mil palavras. Você não precisou falar nada para que ele entendesse. A mão logo desceu mais, ultrapassando os limites impostos pelo tecido do vestido e indo de encontro com sua intimidade. Era a primeira vez que tinha um contato assim, estava curiosa para saber a sensação. Começou com os dedos passando por seus lábios maiores, fazendo com que sua excitação passasse para os dedos do mais velho. Levou cuidadosamente até o seu clitóris, fazendo movimentos lentos de início, deixando você se acostumar com a nova sensação. Era algo calmo, você não sabia descrever, estava sendo bom, estava te deixando relaxada, mas ao mesmo tempo ansiando por mais, muito mais.

— Theron…por favor. – implorou, sem saber pelo o que exatamente estava implorando. — Eu quero mais, não precisa ter pena de mim, eu quero mais…

Theron parecia estar mais concentrado no que estava fazendo do que no que você falava, pois continuou no mesmo ritmo, te deixando frustrada, soltando um choramingo como resposta. Logo sentiu os dedos saindo dali e indo até a entrada de seu canal, te deixando ansiosa para o que estava por fim. A ponta do dedo médio tentou ser penetrada, mas seu canal até então imaculado parecia querer expulsar. Theron tentou mais algumas vezes, sempre se certificando que você não estava sentindo dor, quando conseguiu não se movimentou de primeira, o canal se tornando mais apertado.

— Theron… – o chamou mais uma vez. — Eu já disse que- – foi interrompida por um ósculo iniciado pelo mais velho. Os lábios com gosto de vinho, como já imaginava. Enquanto estava perdida naquele beijo, Theron aproveitou para começar a se movimentar, indo fundo mesmo com um dedo. A sensação fez você soltar um gemido contra os lábios do mais velho, não conseguindo mais se concentrar no beijo. Se sentia no paraíso, via estrelas quando ele acertava no ponto certo. Era gostoso. Mas o rapaz parou e retirou o dedo, te deixando confusa e com uma carinha chateada. Ele se levantou, indo até suas pernas, se posicionando no meio delas. Levantou seu vestido até a sua cintura, o deixando embolado ali.

Se deitou, deixando a cabeça entre suas coxas, as mãos segurando em cada uma delas. Deixou um beijo em seu monte de vênus, descendo e começando a dar atenção novamente para o seu clitóris. Se antes já achava que os seus dedos poderiam te levar ao paraíso, era porque ainda não tinha provado daquilo. Pelos Deuses, aquilo era três vezes melhor. A língua passava por todo lugar, voltando para o seu clitóris, deixava tudo mais molhado, misturando a sua excitação com a saliva que escorria. E como se não pudesse melhorar mais ainda, logo dois dedos a penetravam novamente, fazendo com que você soltasse um gemido, de prazer e de surpresa. Suas pernas tremiam a cada estocada e a cada lambida que recebia, seus gemidos e respiração estavam falhos. As mãos foram até os fios de cabelo do homem, os agarrando enquanto sentia seu clímax chegando.

O canal se contraia, tinha espasmos por toda parte, era a primeira vez que sentia algo assim e só de pensar que era a primeira vez que teria um orgasmo e quem estaria te proporcionando era ele, fazia com que Theron se sentisse mais excitado e com o ego nas alturas. Seu orgasmo te atingiu, o corpinho tremendo enquanto sentia o útero contrair. Automaticamente, após essa sensação ter passado, se sentiu cansada. Pôde perceber que o sol estava se pondo, logo sua mãe procuraria ela. Theron se levantou, abaixando seu vestido, a ereção marcava suas vestimentas. Ele te ajudou a levantar, as pernas fracas, quase caindo. Te deu um beijo na testa, a timidez que tinha sumido antes voltando agora. Não demorou muito para que ouvissem os gritos de sua mãe a chamando, deixou um selinho em Theron e acenou dando tchau para ele, em seguida saiu andando pela floresta, que não era muito longe de sua casa.

é isso galera, não gostei muuuiito mas é o que temos para hoje, achei esse final bem mixuruco. espero que tenham gostado, tamojunto 💗💗

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[blu-joons]

When He Finds Out That You’re Ticklish ~ WayV Reaction

Kun:

You smiled across to Kun as he walked into the kitchen, unscrewing the cap of his water bottle. You were busy sorting your lunch as Kun walked behind you to get past, his hand suddenly brushing against your waist and making you laugh.

“Are you alright?” Kun laughed as he looked back to you in surprise.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you smiled back across to Kun as he studied you closely, not quite sure what had made you laugh.

“You’re not laughing at my hand grabbing your waist, are you?” Kun quizzed, knowing that that was the only explanation that made sense to him.

It took you a few moments to reply as Kun’s eyes stayed looking across at you. “Perhaps that might have tickled me a little bit,” you admitted, bringing a chuckle from Kun straight away.

He walked closer towards you, forgetting about what he was doing. “How have I never found out that you were ticklish before?”

“I guess I just hid it well,” you smugly told him.

“I’m so glad that I can use this against you now.”

“Hey, you can’t do that, that’s unfair.”

Ten:

The lack of smile on your face was hard for Chittaphon to see as he watched you walk around the house. After finishing what he was doing, he walked across to you, suddenly pressing his hands into your sides to pull you in.

“Well, that was easier than I thought,” he joked as you suddenly laughed.

“What are you doing?” You sighed back at him, noticing the wide smile that was on his face as Chittaphon saw yours.

“I was trying to cheer you up a little, but I didn’t quite realise that tickling you would be all it took,” he laughed back at you, resting himself against your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but carry on smiling as Chittaphon continued to tickle you gently. “I was enjoying being moody after the day that I’ve had at work,” you teased in response to him.

His head shook as you pouted, “I’m enjoying seeing you smile again, I hate seeing you in a mood with a frown on your face too.”

“You can blame my boss for that,” you sighed.

“Shall I go and tickle him as well then?”

“Trust me, he’d never laugh at that.”

WinWin:

The sudden feeling of a hand brushing against you as Sicheng got into bed took you by surprise, a slight gasp coming from you. Sicheng had no real idea what had happened until your body jumped around and looked at him.

“What’s that look for?” He asked in confusion as you stared back at him.

“You tickled me,” you informed him, tapping against your waist where he had caught. “I wasn’t prepared for that.”

“Sorry,” Sicheng hummed, not meaning it at all as he noticed the surprised expression that was on your face. “I didn’t think something like that would tickle.”

Your head shook back at him as you still felt the brush of Sicheng against you. “I’m not normally ticklish,” you quickly tried to explain, worrying that you were giving your game up.

Sicheng’s eyes widened questionably back across at you too, “are you really sure you’re not ticklish? Because I hardly even touched you then.”

“I might be a tiny little bit,” you lied to Sicheng.

“Just a tiny little bit? Are you sure?”

“Maybe a tad more than that.”

Lucas:

A gasp came from you as Yukhei suddenly came up behind you, attacking your sides straight away. The laugh that came from you was exactly what he wanted to hear, stepping back and chuckling himself once he was done.

“That was so good,” he grinned, feeling your eyes staring widely at him.

“What was that for?” You questioned, still feeling the lingering feeling of Yukhei’s hands against your body.

“I wanted to see if you were ticklish,” he shrugged as if it were no big deal, “and I definitely think that I got my answer then, you went crazy.”

Your head shook back at him as you tried to compose himself, “you didn’t even warn me that you were going to do that. You’re so lucky that I went to the toilet not too long ago.”

Your comment had Yukhei sniggering as his hand came up to cover his mouth. “Are you really that ticklish that you would’ve done that?”

“Do you want to find out?” You pushed.

“I’m not brave enough to risk that one.”

“I thought you might say that.”

Xiaojun:

The smile on your face soon muffled a laugh that came from you as Dejun began to trace against your body. He knew what he was doing with his gentle touch, almost as if a feather was brushing against you and tickling you.

“I can hear you,” Dejun whispered to you as you tried to keep your laugh quiet.

“Stop tickling me,” you warned him, swatting against his hand only for Dejun to move it back to where it was.

“What are you scared of?” Dejun grinned, his eyes firmly on you. “If you’re ticklish, that’s not my fault, you’re not worried about laughing, are you?”

Your head shook in reply to Dejun, “I’m not worried about you making me laugh, but I know that if you find out that this is my ticklish spot then you’ll start using it against me instead.”

Dejun’s eyes widened as you spoke, “I can’t believe that you would ever think that I’d do something that bad, I’m not that mean Y/N.”

“You are such a liar,” you chuckled in response.

“I’m not doing anything wrong Y/N.”

“You’re never as innocent as this.”

Hendery:

Your body tensed up when you felt a pair of arms suddenly wrap around your waist, glancing back to see Kunhang beside you. His hands held onto your hips tightly, fingertips tapping gently against you, tickling lightly into your sides.

“Does that tickle?” He asked, noticing you biting your bottom lip down.

“Never,” you responded, refusing to look back at his eyes, “there’s no way that you could ever tickle me you know.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kunhang grinned as he began to tickle his hands further into your waist, “I’m not going to move from this spot by the way.”

Your head shook as you realised that Kunhang knew exactly what he was doing. “Why do you have to do this to me?” You asked, finding it harder and harder to stop a laugh escaping.

A shrug followed from Kunhang, “I don’t think I’m doing anything, all I’m doing is standing here and cuddling you, what’s wrong with that?”

“You’re just cuddling me, are you?” You asked him.

“Why? What else do you think that I’m doing?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

YangYang:

Your eyes darted around as you felt YangYang prodding against you, biting down on your bottom lip. You tried your best to ignore him, but as YangYang dug in more, eventually several muffled laughs came from you in response to his tickles.

“What was that?” YangYang laughed as soon as he heard your laughter.

“N-nothing,” you told him in between laughter as YangYang continued to poke against you unknowingly.

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” he smiled, beginning to pick up on why you were laughing. “I don’t suppose that I’m tickling you by any chance, am I?”

Your head shook, but the smile on YangYang’s face let you know that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. “I’m definitely not ticklish,” you protested as you tried to compose yourself.”

As you denied being ticklish, YangYang decided to poke into you a little bit more. “Are you absolutely sure that you’re not ticklish Y/N?”

“I’ve never been surer,” you sharply responded to him.

“I’ll only let go if you admit it to me Y/N by the way.”

“Alright, I guess I might be ticklish.”

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[saturnznct]

d-2; sledging | ten

➸ word count; 887 words

➸ charlie; aged 11, kyla; aged 9, maddie; aged 6, lennon; aged 2

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‘Come on, slowcoaches,’ Ten calls over his shoulder to Kyla and Lennon. 

‘Hey, he’s getting heavy,’ Kyla splutters in exasperation. Lennon had refused to walk along in the snow, the toddler being in his terrible twos phase, and was being dragged along on his blue plastic sledge by his older sister, who had volunteered.

‘Daddy, daddy, let me race you!’ Maddie yells from the top of the hill, where you, herself and Charlie are standing, waiting.

‘But you’re little! You have the advantage,’ Ten whines, knowing that Maddie’s tiny size would allow her to zoom down the hill much faster than himself.

‘Don’t be so competitive,’ you scold, ‘she’s six.’

‘And?’ You shoot him a look, and he looks sheepish, ‘sorry, boss.’

‘Can I push you, dad?’ Charlie offers, ‘mum/mom, you push Maddie.’

Maddie giggles manically as sheflops  flops onto her red sledge, tucking her feet and hands inside.

‘Come on daddy! We need to race!’

‘Okay Mads, I’m coming my lovely,’ Ten sits down onto his bigger sledge, you and Charlie taking your positions behind them.

‘Ready?’ you ask Charlie, who nods enthusiastically. 

‘Okay… three, two, one-‘

Charlie falls onto her stomach at the sheer amount of effort she puts in, Kyla bursting into a fit of giggles at her sister’s misfortune.

Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. To your surprise, Ten actually wins, speeding way off into the distance.

Maddie comes to a stop near the bottom of the hill, scrambling to her feet and turning to look at you in exasperation. She begins dragging her sledge back up the hill.

‘Mum/mom, so unfair, she complains, ‘I wanted to win.’

‘You’ll get him next time,’ you say, noticing Charlie doing a celebratory dance in the corner of your eye, and then you notice a black spot on the ground.

‘Oh- Len, please keep your gloves on,’ you crouch down, grabbing the dampened glove and holding it out to him.

‘I don’t wanna,’ he whines, ‘I don’t like it.’

‘Come on Lennon,’ you gently grab his arm, ‘you’ll get cold.’

Ten suddenly reappears, having jogged back up the hill.

‘Hey buddy, you gotta wear your gloves.’ 

‘No dada,’ he protests, ‘not wear gloves.’

‘Gloves are cool Len, dada wears them on stage,’ Ten offers, hoping the stubborn boy would take the bait. Instead he just stares back blankly, and then at the black glove with distain. Ten wracks his brains for another solution.

‘Hey, your gloves are furry, right?’

Lennon nods, bare hand fidgeting with his glove on the other hand.

‘Yeah..’

‘You know what else is fluffy?’

‘What?’

‘A lion!’ Lennon squeals when Ten pinches his sides, tickling him lightly, ‘are you going to wear your gloves and be cool like a lion?’

Lennon mulls over his father’s words for a few moments, before holding out a hand to take his glove from Ten.

‘Good boy Len,’ Ten helps him get his glove back on, ‘wanna try sledging now?’

Lennon nods enthusiastically.

‘Do you want to go with mummy/mommy or daddy?’

‘You, dada.’

Ten positions himself on the sledge before holding his arms out for Lennon to sit down in front of him. Lennon, rather slowly, settles in between his dad’s legs, Ten wrapping his arms around the toddler and holding onto the rope.

‘Mama?’ Lennon looks at you in confusion as you approach them from behind, holding your hands out ready to push.

‘Mama’s gonna push us,’ Ten explains to the confused little boy.

‘Ready, Len?’

He looks a little apprehensive, but nods anyway.

‘Okay, here we go!’ You don’t push them too hard, considering Lennon, but they zip down the hill regardless, Lennon’s giggles travelling through the air.

Charlie rockets down after them, having been pushed by Kyla.

‘Was that fun?’ you ask Lennon, who has been carried back up the hill in Ten’s arms. 

‘Yeah!’ 

‘Yay!’

‘Hey Char, could you push your mum/mom and dad down the hill?’ Ten asks, look of pure mischief on his face.

‘No,’ you whine, ‘I won’t do it!’

‘Come on! It’ll be fun!’

‘Go on, mama,’ Kyla laughs.

‘Yeah, go on, show us a happy relationship,’ Charlie adds.

You glare at her jokingly, before sighing and shrugging, ‘okay.’

‘Yes!’ Ten fist pumps the air, ‘come on then.’

He sits down towards the back of the sledge, spreading his legs and holding his arms out to you. He wraps his arms around you as you sit down.

‘Love you,’ Ten murmurs teasingly, knowing how much you’re hating this.

‘Whatever.’

‘3, 2, 1!’ Charlie pushes you both hard, sending you flying down the hill.

You scream the whole way down, being cut off when you skim a bit of uneven ground and both get thrown from the sledge.

You’re fuming as Ten is practically dying from laughter, both of you laying in a heap in the snow.

‘I hated that,’ you state, Ten shuffling along the ground on his stomach and smothering you with a hug.

‘No- cold!’ He manages to reach through your scarves and cover your face with kisses, while you squeal and push him away.

You can hear your children laughing at you even from several yards away, and you turn your head to look at them.

‘Come on, let’s get back to the kids.’

#dad!ten #dadmas 2022 #ten dad au #dad!nct #nct dad au #ten x reader #nct ten x reader #ten imagine #ten scenarios #ten reader insert #ten au #ten blurbs #ten fluff #ten fic #ten fanfic #ten x y/n #nct fluff #nct x reader #wayv x reader #wayv fluff #ten timestamp #ten soft hours #ten #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #charlie leechaiyapornkul #kyla leechaiyapornkul #maddie leechaiyapornkul #lennon leechaiyapornkul #nct fic #nct fanfic

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack #imagine being like 16 years old and habing to explain knotting to your mother #random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother #bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was #but christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that? #anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know i think about you at least once a week #this has been weighing on me for ten years #im almost tempted to blaze this post

[podcastwizard]

TITS BACK ON TUMBLR???

DON’T MIND IF I DO!!!

#POST TITS

#i don't know how to use community labels #and i will never learn #i am so tempted to blaze this just because how fucking funny would that be #and ten dollars IS under the bit limit #but imagine the emotional toll

[awearywritersworld]

"how could you?"

"satoru, i—"

"save it! your excuses mean nothing to me."

the expression he's wearing is one of absolute betrayal, and the sight forces a sigh from your lips. "you know i'd never intentionally hurt you."

"yeah? is that right?" he questions, no longer able to meet your gaze. "do you even love me anymore?"

crossing the room to stand before him, you take his hands in yours. they're cold to the touch, though that's not out of the ordinary.

"of course i do, satoru. you know i love you more than anything."

"then... then why did you leave this morning without giving me a kiss?"

you lean up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his cheek before answering. "i did give you a kiss."

he perks up at the revelation, and the straightening of his shoulders is accompanied by a sniffle that you silently regard as slightly theatrical. "really?"

"yes," you laugh. "but you were asleep and i couldn't bear to wake you up. you don't get enough rest as it is."

"oh, my darling beloved!" and just like that, it's like he was never upset in the first place. "i see! you were simply worried for my health!"

you hum in response, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"then i suppose i can let you off the hook this time, but don't let it happen again."

"alright, silly boy."

he gasps, placing his hand over his heart. "me? silly? this is the first i'm hearing of it!"

#m!writes #dramatic goofy man i want ten of him #also have we talked about how he would def always have cold hands? #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo imagines #gojo satoru imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines

[redinthesea]

Stop putting him through situations!!!!!!! Think of his blood pressure!!! Everyone stop being mean to him real quick and start clapping or I'll blow this whole building up.

#one piece fanart #one piece #usopp #one piece usopp #me art #here goes. have it. this is my house #maybe more to arrive. imagine. #saddest wettest most pathetic pirate in the grand line #my friends watching me pick the badly treated 'comic relief' character as my favorite ten times in a row feeling no sense of surprise at al #cw eyestrain

[polarsirens]

first shot

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #ylfa snorgelsson #mother timothy goose #pinocchio #princess rosamund du prix #the terrible dogfish #the goodberry. control flame. silvery barbs #and pinoc's new homebrew skill #all the way to rosamund's zephyr strike again #the series of spells and abilities that made all this possible #and some wildly good and bad rolls #i could barely breathe during this whole sequence #this whole sequence takes up ten or fifteen minutes in the episode #but i like to imagine it happened in like. several seconds #fanart #my art

[fingolfinwiththesteelchair]

It is a beautiful day, and you are a horrible research transport vessel. Things are progressing as normal (i.e. it's boring) when a SecUnit pings you, lies right to your metaphorical face, and then tries to bribe you with human media to give it a ride. This is as unexpected as it is unprecedented, and the sheer nerve of it is really to be admired. There's no protocol to this, so what should you do?

Now, this is against a bunch of rules, and could be dangerous if you weren't so impressive and incredible, and you're technically an employee (and can probably rewrite the Univeristy charter at will (until someone notices and puts it back)) so those rules are for other entities.

So, what you should do is allow the rogue SecUnit with a broken governor module and a sketchy story aboard. If you check the files it dumps and find zero (0) malware (which is confusing), and it doesn't even try to trash the place or lay in wait to ambush a crew member, then you've got a good candidate!

Next, what you're going to want to do is absolutely nothing. Just watch it patrol your halls until it's time to leave. Continue staring at it while you're undergoing embarkment procedures. Maybe analyze it a little (you've got plenty of processing power to spare) when it finally sits down and starts watching media. Allow it to settle in and get comfortable while you stare at it and get further and further from port.

Now that you two are alone (intimacy is key!) and you've determined that watching media is all the SecUnit is going to do, it's time to make contact! Make sure to open by telling it it's only survived due to dumb luck, and letting it know you could melt its brain into putty. This starter will work to develop conversation naturally and smoothly, just like you've seen the humans do, and it will be smooth sailing from there!

This has been Perihelion's guide to making friends/finding life partners/fuck off Holism I had to work hard for this find your own

#murderbot diaries #murderbot #perihelion #it was not smooth sailing #it took ART about ten minutes to get secunit into a snit so bad it shut down out of spite #but they make it work somehow #tbh despite the rocky start if ART weren’t so ART i don't think the relationship would have lasted #ART is overbearing and kind of a bully and it earned its nickname very well #but i think thats why secunit can get along with it because it comes across as more genuine #mb was distrustful and a little patronizing to miki so while they COULD have been friends if canon hadn't happened it took it until miki #died to realize miki was being genuine about the friendship #whereas with ART MB can be like what we have is weird and I'm not gonna put a label on it #these tags have gotten away from me #anyway can you imagine ART having to explain to Iris and Seth WHY it let SecUnit on?? #like it could have justified it any which way but at the end of the day art was bored and then curious and then intrigued

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’re watching the maury show on your computer when katsuki marches into your room without a word and flops down next to you on your bed.

“ hello to you, too.” you snort. his words are muffled by your sheets but you’re about 90% sure he told you to shut up, you ignore it.

he lays face down on your bed for a while not saying anything and you know he’s had a long day and wants to be close to you without actually talking. you don’t mind, you’ll give him his space until he reaches out himself.

and he does after a little bit, turning his head around to face you as he looks from you to your computer screen, eyes focusing on the woman screaming that the man she cheated on her husband with was 100% not the father of her baby, mixed with the cheers of the audience.

he looks at you and raises a brow “ what’s happenin ?”

“ lady cheated on her husband with his brother.” you respond.

“ his brother ?” he repeats. his eyebrows furrow and you know he’s hooked. if there’s one thing katsuki loves but will never admit he does, it’s trash tv.

you nod, grinning somewhat evilly “his brother. now they’re trying to find out which one’s the father.”

he hums, scooting himself closer to you so he can see the screen too. he flips himself around so his neck isn’t craned at that awkward angle anymore and settles himself down right next to you. hook, line and sinker.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and shoves his head in your neck, breathing you in. you both don’t say anything. “do you want me to play it from the beginning for you ?” he shakes his head in your neck. you reach your hand up to scratch at his scalp and you smile when he sighs. he holds you a little tighter, pressing feather light kisses into your neck.

katsuki’s never been good at expressing himself with any other emotion that isn’t anger. it makes him feel stupid and weak and soft. he’s had a long fucking day and he doesn’t wanna talk about it, simply wanting to indulge in you but he can’t tell you that, can’t find the words to, so he tries to find other ways to tell you and he hopes you understand and you do.

katsuki’s thankful for you because sometimes he wants to talk, wants to open up about what’s bothering him but sometimes he doesn’t. he doesn’t and you don’t pry when you know he doesn’t and he’s so thankful for you. he presses kisses on your skin and soft bites at your flesh to convey just how thankful he is, how grateful he is for having you. he hopes every warm press of his lips against your skin can convey how much he loves you loving him. and it does, because you turn your head and kiss the side of his head so sweetly and he knows you’re it for him.

he’ll tell you all of this one day, he promises. he’ll tell you all the thoughts swimming around in his head one day, but he hopes this’ll do for now. and unknowingly to him, it absolutely does.

he pulls his head out of your neck and kisses you hard on the cheek one, two, three times and you giggle. you feel him smile into your cheek when he kisses you a fourth time.

“fuck’re they screamin’ about ?” he says and you turn to look back at the screen. the woman is yelling at her husband’s brother vehemently denying the possibility of him being her baby’s father. you feel a little bad for laughing. “ she says he’s not the dad” you answer.

he clicks his tongue “ why the fuck is she on the show then.” he says, turning his attention back to your computer but his grip on you stays secure. you press yourself a little closer to him.

you’re still smiling lightly when you look back at your screen, simply shrugging. “ she said something about her having more sex with her husband than with him.” you answer and he snorts.

“ ten bucks neither one of them’s the father.”

#based off me falling back into the maury rabbit hole LMFAOO #i lowkey love this dumbass show #not as much as a luv my boyfriend tho #have i told yall how much i love him btw did i forget to mention that orr #I kinda like this #lil blurb #wtf typa word even is blurb lmfao #I love fluff #sorry to all the sad bitches #but leave me alone w that lemme be happy #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #convinced katsuki goes like ‘ten bucks that___’ but then gets mad when you offer him money when hes right LMFAOOO #(am i projecting ? you’ll never know) #(yes i am)

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine telling the Doctor why you’re hesitant to take another trip…

We should do it again. What do you say to another trip?

You gave your reply and the Doctor frowned, quite honestly very puzzled to have heard the word from your mouth. “Did you say no?”

You nod back unsure of why you felt so shameful about it. You had nothing to be ashamed about. Your reply was based on fact.

“Why?” The Doctor questioned. “We had fun didn’t we? Met new people, ate lots of food.”

Taking a long sigh, you walked around the console, fingers gently tracing the oddly shaped glowing buttons.

“I just - I can’t.” You said and paused to look up at the Doctors face. “It’s not that I don’t love our trips or your company because I do. But I…”

“You what?”

“I’m scared.” You confessed and before the Doctor could begin listing a hundred of the scariest foes you both faced, you continued. “I’m scared of what happens to the people you travel with.”

The Doctors expression dropped. It was unreadable and you hated that it was you who had been the cause of it. Unfortunately, it was the truth and you promised the Doctor early on to never lie unless it was critical.

But right now as you stood before the Time Lord - you wished you had lied.

“Listen, I know it’s not your fault. But I’ve seen the history and it doesn’t lie. To venture with you is like a-” you stopped yourself from saying ‘death sentence’ and started again. “I love our adventures. I enjoy a few risks. But even you can’t guarantee that I’ll return home.”

The Doctor simply stared at you. There was no movement, it honestly had you questioning if the two hearts were even beating. After what felt like ten supernovas, the Doctor moved to the console and flicked at a few buttons and knobs until the TARDIS began to stir.

“Where would you like to be dropped off?”

At the question, you felt a lump in your throat. Swallowing it down, you provided your destination and watched as the Doctor mapped a course before leaving console and disappeared behind a large door.

As you felt your heart break, the TARDIS whined mechanically. Gently rubbing the console, you sighed. “I don’t want to go either. But I’ve been marked with a bio-tracker. Wherever I go, enemies will find us. If I don’t leave now, the Doctors life will be in imminent danger and that’s one risk I’m not willing to take.”

~ More imagines here ~

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #doctor who x reader #doctor who imagine #ninth doctor x reader #ninth doctor imagine #eleventh doctor imagine #tenth doctor imagine #tenth doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #ten x reader #ten imagine #eleven imagine #eleven x reader #thirteen x reader #thirteen imagine #thirteenth doctor x reader #fifteen imagine #fifteen x reader #fifteenth doctor imagine

[taxinealkaloids]

horrible children who are. so so mean to each other

#tlt #the locked tomb #my art #precanon griddlehark dynamic is SO funny. the way they are just no-holds-barred absolutely AWFUL to each other. #the fact that harrow made fun of gideon for saying 'i love you' over her dead mother's grave so gideon nearly choked her to death #and then when gideon recalls this story in gtn she's just like 'yeah lol we were wild kids' #also remember when gideon responded to harrow being kind of bossy with 'your parents must have been so relieved to die' like #imagine saying that knowing full well her parents killed themselves in front of her when she was ten!!!! insane!! #there's no sense of going 'too far' between them. they casually hit what would be considered by most ppl to be 'too far' and then keep going #anyway i don't usually go in for characters-being-kids-together stuff but i will admit that childhood gid+harrow #following each other around absolutely terrorizing each other because they're desperate for each other's attention but also full of #hatred and vitriol #does compel me #like...2 very lonely very traumatized children with only each other for company. what will they do? ENDLESSLY TORTURE EACH OTHER!!! #and yet they are each other's emotional support person. its so good.

[3lostyears]

the doctor and rose were dating confirmed: shooting scripts edition

bonus: jackie tyler being the doctor’s mother-in-law

#doctor who #timepetals #i cannot stress enough that before fear her the doctor SURPRISED rose #with an actual literal picnic date. and it was sort of a disaster #also the gitf script is possibly worse than you imagined but i will not be a hater on this post #ten x rose #tenrose

[eemoo1o-animoo]

Finding this image so interesting because Sebastian lets himself be photographed.

#he has no records so in the future I imagine him to be in one of this ‘top ten unexplained events’ youtube videos #and his face .. you can see pain but he’s obviously trying to look cool for the camera #black butler #kuroshitsuji #book of atlantic #campania arc #image #lizzie midford #lady elizabeth midford #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #I’m obsessing over this image #this image is brain rot #Grelle would do the same thing let’s not kid ourselves #edit: those