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May I request sub eleventh doctor with a HUGE praise kink (and edging)? With a very teasy gender neutral reader pleasee-

Thank you!

Hiii! Somehow you sparked my inspiration like a wildfire so thank you sm!

Here’s your fic! <3

[not-to-me]

Clever Boy (DW One-Shot)

(My gif)

Eleventh Doctor x gender neutral!reader — 18+ NO MINORS — Requests closed for now <3

Requested by anon: “May I request sub eleventh doctor with a HUGE praise kink (and edging)? With a very teasy gender neutral reader pleasee- Thank you!”

Summary: Pretty much just straightforward and to the point if I’m honest ToT

Warnings: ummm. Smut. Handjob, light oral (Eleven receiving), everything the request mentioned,,, not much else? Let me know if i missed something cause I’m blanking lol

(Note: I know I disappeared a little while. I hope I’ll be back but the inspiration not what it was smh)

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Many things had lead to this moment. Quite a few of these things had been the Doctor’s own fault, if you have to say it yourself, that is. For example, the Time Lord is so fun to tease, so cute when he blushes and stammers at your praise. No one but you, seems to have this effect on him. So honestly, who can blame you? You smile fondly down at him as he writhes on the sheets. Maybe you are a bit cruel, but in your defence, the Doctor seems to be enjoying it quite a bit.

“Good boy. So patient for me, pretty one,” you say as you deny him release yet again. His mouth is open in a silent whine that doesn’t quite break through his vocal cords. His naked body twitches under your lips as you kiss up his thigh, over his hipbone and then lick at his pebbled nipples. You chuckle softly as the whine finally broke through when you don’t pay any attention to his cock, weeping precum at this point. But the whine breaks into a cry halfway through as you surprise him by gingerly wrapping a finger and a thumb around the base of him. Placing one final kiss to his chest, you sit up on your knees, straddling one of his thighs. The Doctor makes eye contact with you, desperation clear in his bright eyes.

“Please, I need—“ he starts, but you decide to tease him by gently stroking up his length, effectively interrupting his train of thought. He gasps and his hips twitch upwards, his eyes closing as he chases a high he needs so bad.

“Yes, my love? What do you need, hm?” you ask him teasingly, but you don’t give him a chance to respond as you dip down and kiss his lips, swollen from his bites after the many edges you’ve made him go through. He almost can’t focus enough to kiss back, but when you stroke a soothing hand over his brown hair, he whimpers into the kiss and returns it.

“Shh, such a good boy… just lay there and take what I give you,” you whisper against his lips, unable to stop the smile from spreading on your face. He really is cute when he’s like this. As you’re leaning over his body, you feel his dick twitching against you, only serving to broaden your teasing smile. He whimpers again, begging you to touch him.

His hands are gripping the headboard, just like you told him to, but you see how white knuckled they are, and you see the teary eyes he’s giving you, causing you to have mercy on him. Kissing him a final time, you begin to kiss down his glistening body, which has a nice sheen of sweat from the hours of teasing and edging. You leave little bites on his neck and collarbones, taking your sweet time with him.

Please, please— I- I need to cum,” the Doctor cries gently, pathetically. You chuckle at him, stopping the kisses to look up at him.

“My sweet, I’ve been waiting all week to have you like this,” you interrupt yourself with an open mouthed kiss to his throat, then continue, “you will cum when I let you, my clever boy.”

He whimpers and nods submissively, sinking his head into the pillows. You can tell he’s really trying to be good, and it makes your heart swell with love and admiration. His hard cock is hot against your stomach as you start kissing down his pretty body once more. You can feel his precum smearing on your skin, and you hum, need for him to cum swelling up inside you as well. But you are patient.

As you reach his tummy, he’s a whining mess beneath you, pleading with you to keep going, to not stop. He feels so good. When you finally reach his pelvis, you raise yourself up slightly to look at him. He blinks tears of desperation away when he notices and gazes back.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, my love,” you command him. He whines out a ‘yes,’ with a quiet voice, obviously anticipating finally being able to cum. A shiver runs through him as you lean back down to kiss his tip, keeping your hand around the base of him. He moans wantonly, but keeps his eyes glued to your actions. You lick up the side of his length, before letting your hand work him slowly back to his peak.

His lips are an endless stream of noises, ranging from quiet whimpers to lustful moans. His hands fidget with the headboard but he remains good for you. It’s when you choose to add your other hand to massage his balls that he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, prompting you to stop your ministrations immediately. His hips try to follow your hands as they retreat and you sit back on your knees once more.

“Ah, ah… did I tell you to close your eyes?” you ask him, and he doesn’t have to look to know that you’re smiling. The whine that cascades from his lips almost make you return your hands to his needy form, but you are persistent.

“…N-no, not- ah- not exactly…” he stammers out, completely high on the almost-climax. If he just reached down and— No, no, he’s a good boy.

“What do you say?” you ask as you tease him by placing feather kisses around the base of his cock.

“Ah- I’m sorry!” His voice is a higher pitch than usual, conveying his desperation.

“Good boy. You’re such a pleasure to tease like this… my patient boy.” You begin slowly licking up his cock, letting your hand follow, as you start up again, then you lift your lips from him, “And remember, eyes on me.”

He whines, not believing he’s able to at this point, but needing his release so bad, he’s willing to do the impossible. As your hand strokes languidly up and down his length, you murmur praises and place soft kisses on his chest, stomach and, when he makes a particularly cute noise, his cock.

His moans are unstoppable as you steadily bring him closer to his peak once more. He looks absolutely lost in the pleasure you’re providing for him, his eyes glazed over with bliss. He’s babbling nonsense, but he’s keeping his eyes on you, even as he feels his orgasm approach rapidly and his voice cracks with the mind blowing intensity of it all.

Your eyes lock with his, which makes him twitch in your hand.

“Are you gonna cum for me, sweet boy? Go on, you’ve earned it… been so good for me, how can I deny you any longer?” you say sweetly, letting your ministrations grow just slightly in their intensity. You want him to really feel it when he falls over that edge.

“Ah, ah, ah— than- thank you— AH!” the Doctor’s words turn into a scream of ecstasy as he finally falls head first over that blissful peak. His cum shoots in thick droplets onto his stomach and chest, some almost hitting his face with the sheer strength of his orgasm. He’s practically wailing, completely unable to control himself as he thrusts up into your hand. You soothe him with praising words and soft hands, helping him draw out that peak. He looks so beautiful like this, so purely him. You tell him so, and he whimpers, his face red from the orgasm and your sweet words.

When his pleasure subsides, you pull your hands from his body and move to kiss him once more. When you pull away, he looks at you with such fucked out, but loving eyes that your heart melts. You kiss his nose, making him smile. You feel like he’s your whole world right now, and he feels just the same. You let him calm down and get his breathing under control again, before you get up from the bed, going to find a wet cloth to clean him up. He lies helplessly on the bed, admiring your retreating form.

When you’ve cleaned him, he pulls you in for a slow kiss, having regained some of himself again. He tugs you onto the bed with him and you know exactly what he wants. And who are you to deny your love?

You let him rest his head on your chest as you cuddle, stroking his hair absentmindedly. Your whispered praises are the last thing the Time Lord hears before drifting off into a lovely, peaceful sleep, with you not far behind.

[not-to-me]

May I request a fourth doctor x female reader with a daddy kink + innocence kink with Fourth being the dom?

Hiii anon! You made me blush when I read this dfhssjn

Here’s your fic!

[not-to-me]

Ask For My Love (DW One-Shot)

(Gif is mine)

Fourth Doctor x f!afab!reader — 18+ NO MINORS

Requested by anon: May I request a fourth doctor x female reader with a daddy kink + innocence kink with Fourth being the dom?

Summary: A quiet day in leads to a heated encounter between you and the Doctor.

Warnings: SMUT, daddy kink, (my attempt at) innocence kink, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming? Four being sweet is still kinda rough dhskdf, one (1) spank, English is not my first language and I did not read his through ToT

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“…Doctor? …Why are you staring at me like that?” You looked up from the book you’d been reading. You had noticed the Doctor staring in your general direction, and you couldn’t focus anymore. When you’d made him agree to spend a quiet day in the library of the TARDIS, you had expected him to at least try to read something.

“Like what? I was just thinking.” He snapped out of his entranced gaze and looked at you as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“You had some look on your face…” you told him, sounding lost in thought. Absentmindedly, you fidgeted with the edges of your book, your attention elsewhere.

“Did I now?” The Doctor leaned forward in his chair across from you and continued, “Maybe I was thinking about how good you’d look sitting in my lap instead of that chair.” He grinned an unreadable grin, as usual. Your brows shot up, and your eyes grew wide. You fancied him, yes, and you’ve even kissed before, but you still weren’t prepared for those words. And yet… something tingled in your tummy as you processed what he had said.

The Doctor could tell. He leaned back again and casually spread his legs, resting a hand on his thigh. A noise got caught in your throat. You looked down at your all-but-forgotten book as your mind reeled with its inner debate. Should or shouldn’t. But ultimately, you couldn’t see anything wrong with it; after all, it was just getting comfortable in his lap instead of your chair. Sounded nice, actually.

Hesitantly, you got up to walk over to the tall alien looking at you expectantly. You paused awkwardly before him, between his legs, prompting him to pat his thigh, leaving no doubt where he wanted you to sit. You thought about how to go about it for a second, and then, as smoothly as you could manage, you moved to straddle his lap. It was the easiest position since he had his legs spread like that.

The Doctor smiled, satisfied. His hands came up to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your sides.

“Ah yes, I was right… You look absolutely wonderful in my lap.” You shifted awkwardly as you took in the compliment, making the Doctor’s smile darker. He pulled you closer yet. Your heart beat a little faster at that, and you felt butterflies soaring in your tummy.

The Doctor liked you a lot. Some would say he loved you, even, but he tried not to think about such feelings too much. He liked your clever intuition, and that’s why he decided to let you come with him. But then, somewhere along the line, he started having eyes for your looks. Something about the cute face you’d pull when he showed you affection, how naïve you could be despite your smarts… and maybe your cluelessness when he’d finally kissed you that one time.

You liked that kiss. A lot. You just hadn’t been expecting it. In your life, you guessed you had focused on more than love. And yet, here you were, perched on the Doctor’s lap with your eyes fixed on his lips. He smiled.

“Go on,” he encouraged you. You shyly leaned forward until your lips brushed his, kissing him gingerly. That is until he started kissing back, his lips working against yours with purpose. It made you gasp, much to the Doctor’s satisfaction, as he could then deepen the kiss further. One big hand of his came to pull you even closer by the small of your back while the other had found its way to your thigh, slowly travelling up. Once he reached mid-thigh, you breathlessly pulled away, though there wasn’t much room between you two.

You said his name with a weak voice. Your breathing was shaky from the kiss, but you could tell that the Doctor only wanted more. You hadn’t pictured your relationship with him going quite this fast, but that’s how it usually goes with the Doctor. The heat between your thighs convinced you, however, that you wanted this. You just needed him to guide you. As if he read your thoughts, his hands both travelled to your hips and pulled you further down upon him.

He was hard. You should’ve expected it at this point, but the realisation still wrenched a gasp from you. The Doctor only held you tighter against him.

“Feel that? Yeah?” He looked at you with icy fire in his eyes, “Do you want it?” he asked, making you whine and nod timidly. This made the Doctor’s expression darken.

“Ah, ah… use your words,” he commanded, a barely noticeable smile on his face. The kind of expectant smile that told you he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Yes— yes, Doctor. I want it,” you said in a more certain voice than you had dared to hope for, though you were still in his grasp, not quite knowing what to do. His smile strengthened.

“Good girl.”

Something in you blossomed at the simple praise, and you melted into his hold. The Doctor took this opportunity to kiss you again, his lips working in tandem with yours. You soon felt his hand grasp your thigh again, starting to approach your core, making your heart skip a beat and your body tremble in anticipation. This time, you weren’t going to stop him.

And he didn’t stop either. Pushing his way under your skirt whilst you whimpered into his mouth, he found your soaked panties. He smiled into the kiss. His fingers soon began pleasuring your pussy through the thin layer of fabric, only making more noises escape your lips. Eventually, you had to pull away again, immediately burying your face in the crook of his neck in a futile attempt at containing your moans.

But the Doctor wouldn’t let you, no, but instead of depriving you of the comfort of clinging to him, he simply made it impossible to hide your pleasured noises through other means. Namely, he pushed your underwear to the side and rubbed your clit directly. Your hips bucked against his hand, and you let out a gasp. He soon decided to up the ante as he felt himself twitch in his pants, so he carefully plunged a thick, calloused finger into your tight, wet hole.

“Does this feel good, little one?” he asked, thrusting the finger in and out slowly but making sure to drag nicely along your walls. Your head shot up to look him in the eyes again. You were beginning to look like a needy mess, but the Doctor found it incredibly endearing.

“Y— ye-sss— ah! Doctor!” You moaned and ground your hips down on his hand.

“Do you know what would make it feel even better?” He paused, though it was a rhetorical question, “If you called me daddy instead.”

After briefly processing his words, your core erupted with desire at the proposal. You weren’t confused as much as you were surprised; you knew of this kink, but you hadn’t expected to be into it. You clenched down on his finger inside you and whined. You almost couldn’t get your following words past your lips as you could practically feel your tongue tying, but a wiggle of his digit against your inner walls made you blurt it out.

“Daddy!” you cried.

The Doctor grinned in amusement and fulfilment. Immediately after the word escaped you, he rewarded you by curling his finger just so and thrusting just right for you to see stars.

“That’s it… good girl.” His free hand soothed over your back as you rocked against him. He felt you tighten up around him at the praise, and his pants got unbearably tight at the thought of you clenching like that around his cock. He added another finger soon after, suddenly more eager than ever to be inside you properly.

“Doesn’t it feel good? Daddy getting your cunt all nice and ready for him?” You could only nod desperately and whimper out broken moans as he started to bang his fingers against your G-spot. You clung to him like you’d fall if you didn’t. You were building up to a climax. Your moans took on a different tone, and the Doctor noticed, doubling his efforts and waiting one, two, three seconds before adding a thumb on your clit, drawing tight circles.

Your orgasm solidified, and you cried out for him; all the while, his eyes raked over your body and face, committing every detail to memory. Your slick was dripping on his hand, which made him groan. The Doctor helped you ride out your high, not stopping until you weakly pushed at his hand. He then pulled out his fingers, letting you catch your breath.

The Doctor looked not unlike a mess himself. His face was flushed, and his clothes were ever so slightly askew. His throat looked oh so kissable. You let out a pathetic little noise and dropped your head to the crook of his neck once more, rolling your hips against him as you felt his cock twitch beneath you. He growled. Unable to rein himself in, he took firm hold of your hips and ground up against you with powerful movements. It made your body light up with even more desire, and you whined into his shoulder.

Making a decision, the Doctor stopped. He pulled you upright and swiftly lifted your top up over your head while breathing heavily from the brief but undeniable pleasure. He admired your newly exposed skin, and his large hands travelled up the curves of your body to your breasts to hold and squeeze them. While rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, he looked into your eyes. His eyes appeared to be deeper than an ocean at this moment. Your lips were parted from the small gasps that escaped you.

“Will you let me fuck you, little one? Let daddy fuck you senseless?” There was a slightly desperate tone to his otherwise deep voice. He needed you to say yes so badly.

“Please! Please, daddy…” You nodded and begged him, never having wanted anything more.

“Yeah? Get undressed.” He let go of you, giving you the freedom to get up and drop your panties and skirt to the floor. While you did this, the Doctor freed his cock from its confines. He stroked it leisurely as he watched you step out of your clothes. When it dawned on you what he was doing, a noise of part protest, part arousal escaped you. He only chuckled in response, patting his lap to invite you back.

Filled with a need for him, you climbed into his lap again with trembling limbs. The Doctor’s hands slid appreciatively over your body, guiding you to where he wanted you to be, just above his dick.

“Go on, my dear… Take it in your speed; I know it’s big.” A slight smirk was apparent in the Doctor’s voice and on his lips. You whined, slightly unsure of yourself, so you locked eyes with him. Luckily, he knew exactly what you needed. With one hand on his cock and the other guiding your hips, he pressed himself against the entrance of your soaking wet pussy. He mumbled words of encouragement to you, letting you control the moment for now.

Slowly, you sank down on his thick cock. When the head popped in, you gasped, your core abuzz with pleasure. The Doctor hummed, looking pleased. He was big, so did your core tell you when you slowly let him into you. Your breathing was shaky by the time you had taken about half of him. He looked to be in absolute bliss, which made you tighten up momentarily. You willed yourself to relax around him as you sank down on the last bit of him. A broken moan fled your lips, and the Doctor groaned as he felt your wetness engulf him so utterly.

“Doing so well for daddy, so tight around me… fuck,” the Doctor rambled in pleasure, “Tell me when you’re ready,” he commanded, both hands running soothingly over your hips and thighs. He had no intention of letting you ride him; he didn’t even think you could with the way you were whining.

After a hot minute, your muscles relaxed around his girth, and you breathed deeply, rolling your hips against him, causing a gasp from both of you. You nodded your confirmation, but the Doctor quickly swatted at your ass, landing a nice spank and making your cunt even tighter for him.

“Do I have to tell you again?” he said sternly. You had to wrack your brain for what he meant, but then you remembered with a whine how he’d told you to use your words.

“N-no, daddy… fuck. I’m ready,” you said, and you felt him pulse inside you.

“Good,” the Doctor simply said. Big, rough hands came to hold your hips tight. He planted his feet firmly on the floor, guided you up slowly so only the tip of him was inside you, and then he fucked up into you. Hard. You yelped, the sharp sensation both giving you pain and pleasure, though you quickly felt pleasure winning overwhelmingly as the Doctor simply continued his rough movements.

The Doctor couldn’t remember a time he had been more pleased. You were letting him debase you like this. His lovely, little companion. You were all his… no one would be able to fuck you quite as good after this. He basked in the unending stream of noises that flew from your soft lips, feeling pride that he was causing them.

Your tits bounced tantalisingly in his face, tempting his hand up to cup one not too gently. Your eyes were partly closed in pleasure as the Doctor rocked your world.

“All I’ve been thinking about is this,” the Doctor said in between grunts, “Your tight cunt taking my cock, those noises you make, fuck… Do you like my cock inside you? Yeah? Good girl.” He was panting with the effort of fucking you so thoroughly, but that apparently wasn’t enough to stop his tongue as he rambled.

You leant down to kiss him. You both needed the nearness and for him to shut up lest you cum already. However, with every vigorous thrust of the Doctor’s hips, you felt your end draw nearer. Your moans were swallowed by him as you kissed, and he held you close, almost possessively. His clothed chest against your naked one provided a nice contrast, and it made you clench down on him as you realised he was still fully clothed whilst you were completely naked in his lap.

Feeling your walls flutter, the Doctor also sensed your impending high. He parted with your lips and kissed down your neck quickly, marking you with bites and hickeys.

“Going to cum for daddy? Go on, baby, Daddy is close too,” he said, and it was true. You felt his cock twitch and throb inside you, preparing to paint your walls with his seed. You threw your head back with a cry. You were right there, teetering on the edge. The Doctor smiled against your shoulder, kissed your skin there and brought a calloused hand to your cunt to give your clit a flick, consequently sending you hurtling over the edge. You screamed and sobbed, thrashing in his hold as a forceful orgasm took its hold of you. You milked his rock-hard cock, causing the Doctor to bottom out inside you with a yell, shooting his seed into you. He groaned and rutted against you as his peak washed over him. The warm, sticky mess inside you warmed you up and made a couple blissful tears fall from your eyes.

You were panting messes as you held each other close and basked in the afterglow. The Doctor looked at you with a soft smile, glint in his eyes. He cupped your cheek in a sweet gesture.

“You feel wonderful in my lap too, might I add,” he said, making you chuckle as you remembered how this all started. You didn’t have a witty comeback, though, so you just sighed peacefully and snuggled into him, your head under his chin and his cock still buried in your cunt. You’d both soon get up to get clean, but you were content in each other’s arms for now.

[not-to-me]

Hejsa! Welcome to my blog! I go by R and I'm 20 years old. My pronouns are he/they <3

I write a fair amount and I post my reader inserts here and on ao3 under the same username. These fics tend to be 18+ and therefore this is an 18+ blog, so please go elsewhere if you're not 18+

I want this blog to be an inclusive space, so if something isn't in tune, let me know.

DNI: minors/ageless blogs, racists, terfs, lgbtq+phobic, pedos, fellow white people who have si/mp in their urls for some reason, people who ship with real people, etc., etc.

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Fandoms: Doctor Who, LOTR, Star Wars... for now.

What I will write: Any gendered reader, but please specify in your request or i will make it gender neutral, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, angst.

What I won't write: Really heavy angst, incest or step-something, no underage ofc, scat, vomit, feet, anything that for some reason makes me uncomfortable.

[not-to-me]

may i request the twelfth doctor with a daddy kink and hand worship please? 🥺🥺🥺

Hii anon!!

Here you go <3

[not-to-me]

Something About These Hands (DW One-Shot)

(My gif. Also my first gif ever, so don’t judge it sbbsh)

Twelfth Doctor x GN!reader — 18+ NO MINORS

Requested by anon: “may I request the twelfth doctor with a daddy kink and hand worship please?”

Summary: The heating system of the TARDIS had malfunctioned, leaving you cold as the Doctor tries to fix it. He eventually finds ways to make you forget about the cold.

(Yes, i know the Doctor is supposed to run cold, but I have a hc that every incarnation is different in that aspect and Twelve definitely runs hot)

Warnings: light smut, no sex, mentions of it though, pre-established relationship, hand kink, daddy kink.

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“Doctor, I— I’m cold,” you said as you stiffly stood and watched the Doctor work on fixing the TARDIS’ heating system.

“No wonder! You humans are always complaining about something. Really, it’s a wonder it’s not a sport at your Olympics.” He grumbled the last part primarily to himself, but you heard it just as well and rolled your eyes. Always the grumpy old man, your Doctor. You knew him well enough to know he’s softer than he likes to admit, however.

“But Doctor—“

“Sit down. I’m almost done recalibrating it…” the Doctor trailed off as he refocused on the task at hand. You sighed shakily from the cold and returned to the chair you had equipped with plenty of blankets. Sitting down, you grumpily pulled the blankets around you once more, trembling slightly from the low temperature of the control room.

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You must have dozed off because you jolted awake when the Doctor loudly and proudly exclaimed that he had fixed the problem. Having gotten up from under the console, he approached you with a soft look on his face.

“Give it an hour, and the temperature will have returned to human standards…” The Doctor tilted his head, examining you.

You only made a pitiful noise in reply. Your sleep-addled mind and the still quite freezing room had dulled your mind.

“Tsk, you really are cold, aren’t you?”

You glared at him. How could he have doubted that? Then, a full-body shiver made you look away again.

“Come here,” he said, “Let me warm you up, sweets.” He stood close to you now. One of his hands came to rest on your cheek, guiding you to look up at him while he placed the other on the back of your neck. He was surprisingly warm, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, sitting up straighter in the chair in favour of being closer to him. He pulled you in for a hug. Your cheek rested against his tummy as he stood and held you, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against your neck. You could feel the heat slowly returning to your body, but you still shivered. Despite your coldness, you felt warm, fuzzy feelings well up inside you as the Doctor comforted you. He could be a little rude at times, but often enough, he was like this. It tugged at your heart in a certain way.

Then his hand on your neck squeezed slightly in what was probably meant to be a comforting gesture, but your brain made connections faster than you could repress them. That felt good. You made a noise that was part sigh, part whine, but the Doctor didn’t say anything. He only retreated from the hug and knelt down on one knee so he could run his warm hands up and down your arms, heating you up. You giggled as the Doctor got his concentration face on, clearly intent on his mission. He finished by grabbing both your icy hands between his warm ones and sandwiching them there for a bit. You looked into each other’s eyes at this moment, and you saw the care he had for you whilst he saw the love you had for him, and he wondered why. But that was a question for another time. Your eyes fell to your entwined hands. Or, more accurately, the Doctor’s hands. You had always had a fascination with them, so skilled in what they did. They were pretty, too, with wrinkles and veins and everything. You got lost in them.

Once the Doctor was satisfied with your hands’ temperature, he lifted them to kiss them both, making you lift your eyes to his once more. Something must have given your thoughts away because the Doctor had gained a mischievous look on his face.

“You’re thinking so loud I can almost hear you,” he said, a smug grin appearing on his lips, then added, “Careful, you might pull a muscle.” You glared at him again, this time half-heartedly, as warmth pooled in your lower regions. You could taste the sudden sexual tension in the air.

He narrowed his own eyes and stood up, bringing a hand up to your chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him once more from your seated position. His lips were slightly parted, and you subconsciously mimicked him, sparking an impulse in the Doctor’s mind even he couldn’t resist.

His thumb moved to rest on your lower lip, pushing it down slightly, but mostly waiting to see what you would do. He didn’t have to wait long as your pupils dilated, and you submissively darted out your tongue to lick the pad of his thumb. Your eyelids fluttered, and you sighed, taking his thumb between your soft lips.

The Doctor looked at you like you were his whole world at that moment. Here you were, little, fragile, human you, suckling on his thumb and looking up at him with admiration in your eyes. It was his turn to shiver.

“Something about these hands, yes?” His voice had deepened and gained a more gravelly tinge. You hummed around his thumb in reply. His blue eyes darkened in lust as you bobbed your head as if you were sucking his cock. This made him pull out his thumb, only to replace it with his index and middle fingers. First, resting the tips on your bottom lip, denying you the right to have them in your mouth and making you whine, then slowly pushing them inside. Your tongue immediately caressed them, working them like they could bring him to his peak. You lustfully moaned around his fingers, erasing any doubt in the Doctor’s mind that you were aroused.

“That’s good, little one…” he praised you, absolutely transfixed on your lips and the feeling of your mouth around his slender but calloused fingers. You silently thanked the universe for giving him the idea that he should play the guitar, as you enjoyed the added texture immensely. Both now, but also when he’d make love to you, grabbing your hips and waist, or when he’d fuck you hard and hold your wrists above your head. The calloused fingertips always did something to you.

The Doctor started thrusting his fingers into your mouth, careful not to trigger your gag reflex. Your eyes glazed over, and you stilled your movements, letting him fingerfuck your mouth. You squirmed slightly in your seat, feeling very needy, but you mainly remained still for him, earning his praises.

“So dirty, letting daddy fuck you like this… Those pretty lips of yours are always just begging for something between them; you don’t even care what it is.” He chuckled, then added an afterthought.

“But I can tell these fingers are probably your favourite.”

You whined, but you didn’t care enough to deny it. The Doctor chuckled and, with his unoccupied hand, gently caressed your cheek and leaned down to kiss your forehead softly. He retreated his hand from your warm mouth, making you feel almost empty.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, little one. I think you need more than just daddy’s fingers by now.”

[not-to-me]

What things do you not write?

Hiii there!

So I’d say I’ll write most things, be it fluff, smut, angst or hurt/comfort. For my own sanity, I like my angst to be on the slightly lighter side tho.

Right now I’ll probably only write for Doctor Who, but I’m not well versed in all of the Doctor’s incarnations (though I’m getting there). Try me though!

If we’re talking kinks? I don’t write incest or step-something, and no underage ofc. I don’t write scat or vomit either…. And feet give me the ickies😭 I promise to let you down gently if you end up requesting something I’ve forgotten though <3 no judgement here!

Thank you for asking! I will probably make a post about my general preferences soon :3

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Just Enjoying the View (DW One-Shot)

(Gif is mine)

Fourth Doctor x AFAB!reader | 18+ NO MINORS | I take requests! Actually, I beg for them!

Summary: The Doctor sees you as you’re picking out clothes after a shower.

Warnings: smut, slightly dubious consent at the very beginning (the Doctor being brash), AFAB reader, but only gender indicators referring to genitalia and breasts (wrote this for me and I’m trans masc), my likely lousy attempt at dirty talk, unprotected sex, not the softest not the roughest, slight degradation at one point, I’m not a native speaker either.

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The hot water that cascaded down your body slowed to a stop as you turned off the shower. Walking over to your towel, folded and placed neatly on the counter, you started drying yourself off. You sighed as you became satisfied with your level of dryness, and wrapped the towel around your body.

You exited the steamy bathroom and headed into your room. Now, to find some clothes, you thought. Crossing your room, you headed for your wardrobe, a little walk-in closet. You stood there, sifting through the fabric of your options as you thought about what you wanted to wear. Maybe something that would make the Doctor look at you for an extra second or two… you smiled mischievously at the thought. You fancied him, it was true, but you also knew he was either too uninterested, too daft or too caught up in his own world to notice it. Still, one can try.

You pulled out a cute dress from the rack, one that you always felt sexy in, but then something else caught your eye as well, so you pulled a sleek suit out too and walked over to the mirror to try and see which you’d like most today. You looked at your reflection in the mirror as you held the dress up to your body, then the suit, then switched them back again, musing to yourself. Indecisive, you sighed and closed your eyes momentarily. When you opened them again, however, you made eye contact with a pair of intense blue eyes in the mirror.

The Doctor.

The Doctor was standing behind you, in the doorway. You froze, unsure of what to say as embarrassment flooded your mind at the same speed as thoughts of how long he’d been standing there did. You hadn’t noticed him when you left the bathroom. You opened your mouth to speak as you felt a few seconds of silence too many had passed, but he interrupted you.

“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the view!” he said, his signature unreadable grin present on his face. He was leaning on the doorframe, hands tucked into his pockets, looking like the epitome of casual. You? Not so much, as you were debating whether to hide away in your bed or chase the tall Time Lord out.

“Doctor… you cant just— why were you just standing there?!” You stuttered out your inquiry, your voice a slightly higher pitch than usual as you turned around to face him. You dropped the hangers with clothes you were holding in favour of clutching your towel tightly and securely to your body.

“Well, my dear, you seemed like you were quite focused on your… choice of attire,” His eyes swept over your body— or were you seeing things— before he continued, “And I thought I’d let you decide, rather than interrupt…” Something told you that was only half the truth as his eyes lingered on your exposed thighs.

“I— I am in a towel!” You exclaimed indignantly, gesturing to your current ‘outfit,’ though you couldn’t help but wonder what those darkening eyes truly meant.

“Yes, I see that…” the Doctor said lowly, beginning to approach slowly, watching for any sign that would tell him to back off, “Do you want to know what I’ve also seen, my dear?”

Your eyes widened at his ominous words. You didn’t know if you truly wanted to know, but you found yourself nodding meekly all the same. The Doctor’s grin grew wider as he closed in on you, and in a move that made your eyes even bigger for an entirely different reason, he reached up and brushed his knuckles against your cheek, caressing you tenderly. Then, his hand moved so the tips of his fingers rested at your temple, not unlike the few times he had helped you sleep using those psychic powers of his. And with that thought, you began connecting the dots. Your face had never been this hot. Yet… some these connections you were making did allude to the idea that the Doctor also wanted you. The very thought made your breath hitch.

“Ah, yes! I probably should have mentioned I’d be able to see some of those little thoughts of yours, before I helped you sleep.” His voice was deepened at the end of his sentence as he gazed at you with a fond expression, his grin having been softened by watching your cute face as you made your realisations.

“Now… the question is,” He trailed his hand down your face, caressing you, and parted your lips with his thumb, “Will you let me reciprocate those desires?”

Your heart was hammering away in your chest, not from fear, but from excitement. Your shaky breath fanned over the Doctor’s thumb when you answered him with a quiet, “Yes.”

The return of his grin was the only warning you got before his hand traversed further down, grabbing your towel and loosening it, taking advantage of your lowered guard, before letting it fall to the floor.

“Doctor!” you exclaimed as you tried to cover yourself, “Haven’t you ever heard of taking things slow?!”

“Hmm, I think not… We’ll have to try it some day!” he said, a teasing tone painting his words as he looked at you like he wanted to take you right then and there. And to be fair, he did. He quickly closed what little distance there was left between you two, grabbing your chin between a finger and a thumb to tilt your head up just enough for him to kiss you.

You felt a surge of desire in your core at his controlling actions, letting yourself melt into the kiss after a quiet, surprised sound. As he moved his slightly chapped lips against yours, his hands both landed on your body, feeling your warm skin under them. Once again, he couldn’t make himself take things slowly, so he deepened the kiss almost immediately, making you gasp by squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. His tongue explored your mouth, and you whined into the kiss, your hands having come up to grip the lapels of his coat. Despite his apparent dominance, you got the feeling he might’ve been out of practice, although he quickly relearned his old tricks.

He began to slowly walk you backwards, toward your twin sized bed. Once the back of your knees hit the mattress, he surprised you by roughly pushing you down, making you fall onto the soft bed. You gasped as you bounced slightly. The Doctor began swiftly taking off his scarf and coat, but made no further move to undress before advancing on you, settling his weight on top of you. He briefly resumed the kiss as he spread your legs with his and found his place between them. Then, he kissed his way down your throat and collarbones, nipping at your skin, until his mouth arrived at the softness of your tits. One big hand came up to squeeze one while his mouth descended on the other, rolling your nipple on his tongue. This turned out to be a good distraction, as he surprised you by running the fingers of his other hand through your wet folds. He groaned.

“Already wet? My, my, have you been neglected?” He mused, mostly to himself, as he continued to mouth at your breasts, leaving hickeys and bites. You only managed to whine in response as he delved a thick finger into your tight hole, working you open. He soon curled his finger, hitting that one special spot, and making you gasp and buck your hips. He started to hone in on that specific spot and all but abused it, wrenching cries and moans from your lips.

Another incarnation of the Doctor would’ve probably taken it one step further and gone down on you, but right then and there, the Doctor knew that he was much too impatient to do so. He would save that for when he wasn’t so ridiculously pent up. So with that thought, he added another finger, stretching you wider yet. His cock twitched in anticipation of your tightness.

The stretch tingled pleasurably and you spread your legs further as he pounded your heat with his fingers. Just when you thought his mere hand couldn’t make you feel any better, his thumb dropped down on your clit. Your hips twitched as you arched your back involuntarily and moaned. You breathing was starting to go quicker and quicker, more irregular, and the Doctor knew you were close to coming from just his hand alone. He grinned and stopped his movements, withdrawing his hand, and leaning back.

You whined at the loss and prepared to make a fuss, but when you opened your eyes, you saw that he had already freed his cock from his pants, which shut you up immediately. He stroked his dick intently as he looked at your wet and swollen cunt.

“Do you want this?” he asked in a low voice, before looking up at your eyes with his own, intense ones. For some reason, his question sent waves of heat throughout your body. Almost as if it solidified the fact that this was happening. So you happily nodded your head.

“Yes! Yes please, Doctor. Please fuck me.” And with that you leant up on your elbows to catch his lips in a chaste, but passionate kiss. He kissed you back, but soon took one of your tits in hand and squeezed, before pushing you down onto the bed once more. You gasped as you felt his cockhead at your entrance before the Doctor began teasing you by thrusting through your wet folds. He groaned at the feeling, but you whined and threw your head back against the pillow, craving more. He chuckled at your impatience. If he was any less impatient himself, he might have teased you further, but he needed to feel your walls around him soon.

Suddenly and without warning, he thrust inside you, giving you little time to get used to his considerable size. You practically cried out at the intrusion, though you quickly welcomed it with a moan. You were thankful he’d taken the time to prepare you, even just a little bit.

He drew in a sharp breath, and couldn’t help but buck his hips, sinking all the way inside your welcoming warmth.

“Ah, fuck… better than I imagined,” he said, pleasure tinting his voice. You could only clench tighter around him as you registered just what his words implied.

“And I can imagine quite a bit, my dear,” he said with a grin.

“Are you thinking about it? Me getting off to your image…” He chuckled breathlessly, then continued, “No, of course you aren’t. Fucked you dumb already, haven’t I?” He punctuated with a harsher thrust than the previous ones, making you squeal as you dug your nails into his back. You proved him right by only moaning and nodding weakly in response to his mostly rhetorical question.

Your moans and whimpers picked up in time with the rhythm of his hips. His thrusts had started out slow and deep, letting you really feel it every time he bottomed out, but then he started growing impatient with his pace.

His hips picked up speed, and soon he was hammering his cock into you, fucking you fast with no mercy. He grunted with the effort, his hands running over your body heavily. You were in ecstasy. You gripped his brown curls, needing something to hold onto during this onslaught.

“Doct—ah!” you moaned his name, not knowing many other words at this point. His name was followed by a series of whines and sobs, making him almost chuckle.

“Ohh… Is it too much? I know it’s a lot, I know,” He said to you in a condescending tone. Instead of giving you a chance to breathe, his hand slid down to your core and he began pleasuring your clit.

“Just keep taking it.”

You were overwhelmed with pleasure. Tears rolled down your cheeks, but still you pleaded with him for more. More of his cock inside you, more stimulation on your clit, more of his voice. You needed him and he provided.

The Doctor’s usually fluffy curls were damp with sweat, but they still bounced in tact with his hip movements. He looked so debauched, even still practically fully dressed. As you looked up at him with a fucked out expression, he admired your features. Your glazed over eyes and your moans and gasps. And your body, that he had dreamt of being underneath his, now tensing up.

You could feel your peak approaching fast. Your hand, still rooted in his hair, tightened its grip in anticipation of your coming high. The Doctor growled in response, quickly snatching your wrist and pinning it over your head, and your other wrist soon followed. He didn’t miss the extra pathetic yelp that escaped you, and his ministrations only increased in their roughness.

“I can tell you’re close… Do you want to cum for me? Yeah?” He asked his hips stuttering, alluding to his own impending high. You could only nod and gabble incoherent words. And had the Doctor been a more patient person, he might have made you wait til you could reply coherently, just for his own personal enjoyment. But his fourth incarnation was impatient more often than not, playing to your favour as you shook with pleasure.

“Cum for me… there you go. Fuck…” He squeezed your wrists tight for a second before letting them go, indicating you were to keep them where they were. You gripped the headboard as it all became too much and your climax washed over you, rendering you completely helpless against the searing ecstasy. Your scream could probably be heard throughout most of the vast TARDIS.

Before you could even begin to think properly, you felt the Doctor’s cock twitch inside your clenching cunt. He groaned as he spilled into your wet heat, and his hips rutted into you shallowly. You happily milked him of his seed. He dipped his head down to kiss your neck before burying his face, riding out his high. Eventually, he stilled his movements with a sigh.

After a few seconds of panting between the two of you, you let your arms fall around him, petting his hair and embracing him. He seemed to like that, nuzzling further into your neck. His weight on top of you was comforting nod you smiled dazedly to yourself. Then the Doctor popped up his head, looking at you with half lidded eyes.

“I bet you’ll need another shower now… and before you ask, yes, I would like to join you.” He grinned that signature grin. You only chuckled at him, but then you agreed nonetheless.

You wouldn’t mind some more intimacy with your Doctor.