#matt smith fluff

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey can I ask for a smutish fluffish matt smith fic where where they are filming their sex scene but she accidentally says Matt instead of Daemon and the directors like “not again 😒 start from the top”

I'm Into It

Matt Smith x Actress!Reader (lowkey Daemon x Reader lol)

Summary: You were finally getting to live out your fantasies of having Matt around you in that pretty blonde wig, but at what cost?

Word Count: >600

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, they be filming a sex scene for hotd, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Lol this was so much fun to write it's so meta i love it. I hope you like it nonnie <3 and since technically this is daemon related imma tag yallz @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also im tagging @pearlstiare since this lovely dear seemed to enjoy my matt smith fic lol hehe i made another matt fic lol "Dark Kiss"

I was pressed against the wall, a blade to my neck, an arm pressed by my ribcage, pushing me flush against the wall.

I heaved, "do it," I spoke as the blade was pressed closer to my chin, "slit my throat," I chortled, "and then you'll realize just how foolish that decision was after you've spilt my blood."

"Demented hag," Daemon quips, pressing his arm deeper into me.

I lean into him, the blade on my neck presses deeper. I brush my nose against his, "hush, prince," I lick his lips, "we both know you don't think that."

Daemon throws his blade to the side and flips me over, pressing my chest and face roughly against the wall, one arm pushed behind my back. He breathes jaggedly against my neck, "tell me where you hid it."

"Make me," I huff, "you know how," I chuckle, "you know what I want from you."

I wince when he shoves me. I break into another chuckle, "I'll take it however you want to give it, pretty boy."

"Last chance," he warns, "while I'm being nice."

I hum, "I don't want you to be nice. I want you to ruin me."

I smile when he does not reply. I strain my neck trying to look back at him, "dragon lost his fire?"

All at once, I am released and turn back to deviously eye the prince. I bite my lip when he begins to undo his breeches, "you will regret it if you do not obey me."

My heart jumps to my throat at his words. I fall against the wall as he steps forward. I reach out to him as he bunches my skirt up.

I lean against his forehead and sigh when he places his hands on my hips. I raise my leg up to his side and pull him with me as I shift back. I steal a kiss from him and nip at his lower lip when he evades me. When he takes his hand underneath my thigh, I instinctively call out his name.

That was my mistake.

Instead of calling Daemon, I say Matt.

Matt pulls his head back upon hearing his name. He breaks into an airy chuckle, "baby," he coos, leaning into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, pecking the area quickly.

My eyes go wide and I slap my hand on my mouth, looking out to the director and the rest of the crew when I realize my mistake.

Matt pulls away from me, laughing, releasing his hold on my leg to look past the camera. He turns back to me, as I profusely begin to apologize under my breath. He is in a fit of giggles when he seals me into a tight embrace, kissing my shoulder affectionately.

"I am so sorry," I mutter in a guilty tone as I am lifted off my feet by the laughing Matt.

"I'm not," he says, looking out to the camera. He points, "you caught that, right?" He giggles, "I'm going to need a copy of all of these outtakes."

I feel blood rise up my neck, "Matthew, please."

"What?" he turns to me, "my male ego is thriving, lovie. What is this, the tenth time?"

"No!" I call, "... I think only five."

There is a chorus of laughs; someone corrects me by saying it's the seventh.

Matt kisses me cheek, "I'm proud of you, babe."

"Matt, please," the director calls, "stop being distracting."

The entire set breaks into a fit of laughs. I burn with embarrassment, wanting nothing but to be swallowed by the ground, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I turn to Matt and grab his face, "Daemon. Daemon. Daemon."

Matt grins, "Matt. Matt. Matt."

"Stop!" I warn, pulling away from him as I repeat my mantra, "Daemon, Daemon, Daemon."

"Rouge Prince. Dashingly handsome," Matt rubs his nose. He looks at the director, "from the top then?" He chuckles under his breath, "that's what she said."

"Stop!" I whine.

"Oh, alright," he smirks, turning to me, "do me a favor and mess up again. For me?"

"Stop!" I call out the same time as the director.

lol you wanna read another matt smith fic?

[musingsofahufflepuff]

Hold Me Close

11th Doctor x gn!reader; fluff

summary: it’s been a long–however long it’s been–and now the Doctor just needs some rest. maybe some comfort is needed too

a/n: took me over a decade to finally watch this show and now I’ve gone and fallen head over heels for Matt Smith. here’s a lil sleepy imagine for ya, sorry if he’s a bit ooc—I just want some fluff. set at no specific point ♡

His skin was warm and soft under your fingertips. Your eyes flicker from his peaceful resting expression to your hand caressing his cheek. He never looks this calm while awake. The childlike glee that surrounded him like a radiant aura was there, but just behind it was something, well, it was hard to describe. Like seeing something move in your peripheral vision or catching a familiar scent from your childhood, for a split second it was there and the next—gone.

With a small sigh, you push the thought from your head. You had just gotten back from running for your lives yet again and the thoughts swarming and circling in your mind were starting to give you a headache. And truth be told, you worried about him. Sure, he was over 900 years old and had experienced so much but-

The Doctor almost seemed to sense your stress and rolled over a bit, shifting onto his back almost an invitation for you to rest your head upon his chest. And who were you to deny such an invitation?

Careful not to jostle him, you scoot closer and lower your head against him. The sound of his two hearts beating and his scent are oddly comforting, drawing you further into him. Before you’re consciously aware of it, you’re burying yourself in him; arms come up to wrap around his torso completely of their own accord. On what can only be described as reflex, arms are returning the motion and suddenly you’re locked against the man you’ve been wanting for so long.

A sound of contentment perhaps? rumbles out of his chest, firing up a wave a butterflies in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, willing the feeling to go away or at least settle down. But it doesn’t. You feel hot where his arms hold you and, you suppose, so does everywhere else he’s touching.

It takes several minutes, but your body finally manages to calm back down. The fluttery feeling isn’t completely gone, but gets quickly replaced with a jolt of panic when the doctor shifts under you.

You maneuver your head in his grip to look up at his face and your panic is justified by the fact that he seems to be waking up. Squirming in a futile attempt to release yourself from his grasp only makes it worse as his hold tightens.

“What are you trying to get away for?” His eyes are still closed, voice laced with a hint of exhaustion but still matter of fact as always.

The silence pierces the air and lingers for a few moments before his eyes blearily blink open.

You’ve turned your head away but you can feel his gaze on you, blush rising on your cheeks. “Uh, no reason.”

“You can go if you’d like, but” he hesitates and you wonder if it’s because he’s somehow unsure of himself.

“Do you want me to stay Doctor?” Try as you might, your voice trembles slightly at the fear of him suddenly rejecting you.

His grip never falters but his tone drops, “please,” it reminds you of the tone he had when he told you he was the last of his kind, wandering the whole of time and space. You remember the look on his face— how could you ever forget— a man who, whether he’d admit it aloud or not, desperately needed comfort.

“I’m not going anywhere,” your tone is hushed to match his, arms finding their way back around him. You feel lips press onto the top of your head and releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you sink back down into his embrace.

[kytrisz]

Are you happy? | Matt Smith

| pairing. matt smith x reader  

It's been a while since you and Matt, your boyfriend for quite some time now, spent time together. Due to his project, which has kept him gone for nearly 6 months, and your hectic schedule, the two of you have had little time for each other. So being together now is quite a new fresh air in the relationship.

Both of you book a stone house in Italy countryside to get away from everything else, as he said "everything felt too fast-paced", which you have the same sentiment with.

During your stay, you did a lot of activities together to compensate for the time being apart for so long. You went for a walk in the forest, had picnics in the backyard, gazed at the stars at night, and even rode your bikes down the street. Everything felt peaceful, everything is perfect, 

well almost...

You're currently laying on the couch after returning from dinner at a restaurant near the house that Matt reserved for you. It was a great spot, with delicious cuisine and beautiful scenery. Making your heart thump lightly when you realize how well Matt knows you.

You snuggled against his chest, listening to his breathing and the beat of his heart, while his fingers write things in your back you don't understand.

As you were about to slumber way to sleep, you felt him grumble as if he was saying something.

"...hmmm?" you asked, carefully placing your chin on his chest as you looked at him, more like catching him staring at you. Where his chocolate eyes are fixed on you and nothing else. Making you feel butterflies on the inside. He always never fails to make you feel special, as if you're a treasure he wants to keep.

"Did you say something?" you asked softly, staring at him with wonder.

It took a minute of silence and staring before Matt let out a chuckle, putting his hand on your head to caress it, "How long have we been together, love?"

"It's almost what, 3 years now I guess," you murmured, then realizing, "3 years... Matt!" you cried, surprised at how long you and Matt had been together. Startling him, who is below you.

"We've been together for 3 years! 3 years! I felt so old now," you chuckle.

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" Matt jokes, after all, you guys have quite a big age gap.  And it's no secret among the general public, who are constantly making comments about it.

Letting out a small chuckle you lay again to snuggle to his neck and mumbled "That's true", laughing alongside him.

A moment of silence enters again, only your breathing and his can be heard in the room along with the two hearts beating in sync.

As your breathing turns to shallow, and your eyelids begin to drop, you felt yourself detach from reality and began to fall asleep.

But just as your eyes were about to close, you heard Matt utter something that threw you off guard. 

"Are you happy to be with me, love?"

"... "

When you didn't answer, Matt glances down to give you a soothing smile. "You don't have to answer, my love," he sighed, but you can hear the shakiness in his voice.

Staring at his chocolate orbs as if looking for an answer, you finally replied "Sometimes..."

You watched him arch his brow, looking a bit confused but mostly bothered by your answer. He may not say it, but you know he always beat himself up for not being present in your relationship.

"Because you annoy me a lot," you said seriously but failed as he poked your sides and laughed.

"But seriously, I do." fixing your gaze on his "I'm glad I spent my last three years with you."

"Why?"

"Hmm, what do you mean why?" A bit confused by his question.

"Why are you happy being with me?"

You saw in his eyes filled with contemplation, bother if he should take back what he said.

Sighing, you pull yourself up and straddle his waist. "Well, I'm happy being with you because even though we're miles apart, you never fail to make me feel alone. You always try your best to call me and even text me when you don't need to. You even do things that you don't even like because you know it makes me happy! But do you know what truly makes me happy?"

"Hmm?" 

"I'm happy because you love me," you grinned, leaning forward to touch his forehead and caress his cheeks, "and I'm happy because I love you"

And through your answer, Matt smiled at you with contentment, and all the worries you saw in his eyes finally washed away.

"I love you so much, Matt, more than you can imagine," you said solemnly.

Looking at you adoringly, he replied, "And I love you so," placing a hand on your head to lower you and plant his lips into yours.

At that moment, time appeared to stop and the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in your little universe with your hearts dancing to the rhythm of their symphony. 

[happilyhertale]

The lure of the inappropriate - Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

Summary: You are stuck at a ball with your husband Daemon Targaryen. You are both bored and a rather silly conversation suddenly turns into a moment of pleasure.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW;

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.8 k

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Your laughter fills the almost empty table where you sit with your lord husband Daemon Targaryen. You are at a boring ball. The music is boring, the food doesn't taste good, the lords and ladies present annoy you even more. But luckily the wine is good. And as a member of the royal family, you are expected to be present.

So you've started a rather silly conversation, but at least it makes you laugh.

"And what does a good wife do when she's angry with her husband," Daemon asks you, grinning. He is eager to hear your answer.

"What does a good wife want when she is angry? Does she want diamonds? Silk dresses? Does she want gold and jewels from her husband's kingdom? Or does she want something... something else?" he asks you, leaning a little towards you.

You laugh slightly again.

"I don't know what a good wife wants when she's angry with her husband... But I do know that when I'm mad at you..." you say, thinking for a moment.

"Well... then I don't want stupid gifts... then I want to yell at you and argue and throw things at you... until we have sex," you say to him. You try to suppress a slight grin.

Daemon raises his eyebrows slightly.

"Ah... I see..." he says softly. He leans forward a little again. You feel his warm breath on your neck.

"And... what do you want after that?" he whispers softly in your ear.

You bite your lip lightly.

"After sex?" you ask him softly. You turn your head towards him and see by the look on his face that he is waiting for your answer.

"That you cuddle with me... and say sweet nothings in my ear...", you say softly and smile slightly.

Daemon looks at you slightly amused, "You would settle for sweet nothings?" he asks you. You grin just slightly. He leans towards you again.

His nose gently caresses along your ear. "You don't want me to grovel before you? That I bend my knee? Don't you want to rule over me? To be in charge?" you hear him whisper.

But you shake your head slightly.

"No... I know I rule you..." you say softly.

"Because I know I'm the only person you have affection for... I'm the only person you cuddle with and say sweet nothings to...", you say softly and smile at him, as he leans slightly back.

Daemon drinks from his wine and looks at you. His eyes sparkle a little. "So you rule me..." he says with a slight smile.

"You know, all the other women in this room might look at us and be jealous. And the men may look at us and wish they had what I have..." he says and takes your hand. Gently his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

"But what do you see when you look at me and rule me?" he asks you and smiles, "Do you see what all the others see? Or... do you really see me as I am?"

You smile at him, "I see you as a cruel but great warrior who would always protect me...", you say gently.

"But I also see you as the gentle husband you are... who just caresses and cuddles me...", you say softly.

Now he grins at you, "And what do you love more? The cruel warrior... Or the gentle husband?"

He leans forward and gently caresses your cheek.

You chuckle lightly, "I love them both... but I prefer my gentle husband who lies in bed with me at night..." you say softly.

His finger comes to rest under your chin. He pulls you a little closer and gently kisses your lips. You taste the sweet wine you have been drinking all evening on his lips.

"And what does your gentle husband get in return?" he whispers against your lips.

"He can have sex with me every night," you say cheekily, smiling a little.

A curious look flits across his gaze, "Every night, huh?" His smile turns wicked, "And what about during the day?" he asks softly.

You laugh softly, "Well... yeah... sometimes we have sex during the day too..." you say softly.

His smile becomes greeter, "Sometimes? That's not an answer," he pulls you a little closer to him again, "I hope it's more often than that," he whispers in your ear.

You laugh softly, "You know very well that we have sex often enough during the day." you say with a smile.

Daemon's grin gets bigger again, "I hope it stays that way"

His lips move closer to your neck.

"Because... I wouldn't want my little wife to be unsatisfied," His hand wanders over your thigh as he speaks.

"Your needs must always be satisfied... I made you my wife... and so it is my responsibility to make you happy... to give you everything you could ever want," he murmurs softly as his lips hover over your neck.

Then he gently kisses your neck. You bite your lip as you feel his lips on your soft skin.

"We are at a ball... Daemon..." you whisper and try to be serious, but your breathing becomes heavier.

"Yeah... We're at a boring ball. So what do I care about the others? I've had enough of small talk," he says softly.

Again he slips a finger under your chin and you can't help looking into his purple Targaryen eyes.

"Don't you want to go? Do you want to leave all these fools behind?" he asks softly. He smiles, "Do you want to be alone with your gentle husband?"

You notice how his hand slides further down your thigh and moves under your dress.

You bite your lip again lightly as you feel his fingers leaving small circular motions on your bare thigh.

His hand now slides further up your thigh, closer to a specific spot. And you know what his destination is.

You bite your lip harder and are sure you are about to taste blood.

"You seem tense..." he whispers to you.

"Daemon," you just gasp.

He looks at you, "Do you want me to stop?" he says, barely audible.

You stare at him for some time. Your breathing is still heavy.

"If you slid up any further, you'd feel how wet I already am for you..." you whisper to him.

He pauses for a moment.

"That's pretty naughty...", he finally says softly.

"But I'd be interested to know how far you're willing to take this even further..." he whispers in your ear.

His hand slides up even further.

You whimper slightly and suppress a moan as his fingers slide over your already damp small clothes.

"Daemon," you whisper, but it sounds more like a gasp.

You close your eyes.

You hear him chuckle lightly.

"Open them. Open your eyes and look at me," you suddenly hear him say.

You slowly open your eyes and look at him. He sees the fire in your eyes. You feel him push your small clothes aside. His middle finger slides through your wetness. Slowly he glides his finger through your entire folds until he reaches your sensitive pearl.

"Daemon," you gasp again, letting your lip disappear between your teeth once more.

Daemon just smiles.

He leans in slightly and gently kisses your neck.

Without warning, he lets his finger disappear into your warm interior. On the soft skin of your neck, you feel a smile caress his lips as you spread your legs a little for him.

His finger thrusts into you. You hold onto the edge of the table. Involuntarily, your walls clench around his finger, you hear him chuckle softly. It feels so delicious to have him inside you, even if it is only his finger.

His gaze is now fixed directly on your face. Watching your every move. Watching closely what reaction he can evoke in you.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes and let me see you," he suddenly chimes as his finger continues to thrust into you

You look at him with your big purple Targaryen eyes. Your heavy and rapid breathing is only drowned out by the music, chatter and laughter in the hall.

His finger moves faster, deeper and deeper.

You whimper slightly. Your hips move slightly towards the movement of his hand.

"That's right, my sweet," His voice lowers to a low, seductive whisper and his voice sounds almost predatory, "That's right. Look me in the eye and give me what you have. All of you," he whispers in his deep voice.

You whimper more and more. His finger thrusts faster and harder. With each thrust, his palm rubs over your sensitive pearl. You feel the pressure spreading through your lower belly. You grip the edge of the table tighter until your knuckles turn white.

"I'm close, Daemon..." you stammer, closing your eyes again.

But Daemon wants to see you. He wants to watch you as you come on his fingers, in the middle of a ball.

"Look into my eyes," he whispers, "Look into my eyes as you come on my fingers"

You comply with his request and look into his eyes again.

His finger thrusts into you faster and suddenly you notice him inserting another finger.

"Gods..." you whimper. Your walls clench around his fingers and try to pull him in deeper. And with the next thrust, his palm strokes your sensitive pearl again, sending you over the edge. Daemon grins at you.

You bite your lip hard. But Daemon doesn't stop thrusting and your climax doesn't seem to stop.

You are about to moan. But then you grab his waistcoat and quickly pull him closer to you. You let your lips crash down on his and kiss him so that you don't moan loudly. He swallows your moan with pleasure. His fingers thrust into you more gently, slowly the thrusts dry up. You are still kissing and you are breathing heavily as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

"That was pretty naughty," he says softly, chuckling slightly. 

"But I have to admit. I quite enjoyed it," he smiles mischievously at you.

You're still breathing heavily, but a slight smile curls your lips.

Then you see him take his wet fingers into his mouth. Slowly he sucks on it and cleans it. Your eyes grow wide. "Daemon!" you say, your cheeks flushing.

"What?" he asks you.

"The food was terrible... At least I can enjoy dessert," he just says and winks at you.

You just laugh lightly as he gently kisses your cheek.

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[goldsainz]

sex with daemon on the iron throne?

MASTERLIST.

A/N: ok so this isn’t on the iron throne, because that just seems like a hazard to even sit on, let alone get freaky on… but it’s still on a throne… it’s the thought that counts. also this turned out to be sweeter than intended, not sorry! [gif cred: @targaryensource]

WORD COUNT: 890

warnings: oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink.

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A THRONE MADE FOR LOVE

“You called, my Prince?” The moment a servant had hastily entered your chambers to tell you that your husband was requesting your presence in the throne room, you knew his intentions.

Daemon never requested your presence there, finding it far too formal for his liking; but also because his mind flooded with images too obscene for him to operate coherently.

“Yes, Lady Y/N, please come closer.” He requested with a slight smirk, watching intently as you grabbed your skirts to walk up the small amount of stairs.

Your bodies were slightly touching, while he was comfortably sitting on the throne, you were standing with your hands behind your back.

“What may I help you with?” You whisper, looking at his deep violet eyes.

“Kneel.” His command only took seconds to register with you, instantly doing as he commanded you.

You stayed as you were for a while, feeling the brush of his fingers on your face, pushing some hairs away. When Daemon finally moved, it was to undo his pants, freeing his hard cock in the process.

“Come on, suck your future King.” Had you not been aroused, you would’ve chastised him for speaking treason, but right now you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

No words were uttered as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, teasing it with your tongue.

He groaned at the feeling, basking in the warmth of your mouth. Daemon felt as though he had won the contest of who had the better wife, not that it was ever up to debate. He had won fair and square.

“Gods, Y/N.” He choked out, leaning forward to grab your head and push you down to take him full in your mouth.

You moaned, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. You brought your legs together, trying to create any sort of friction. You head bobbed up and down, licking a couple times.

He was rough, taking what he wanted from you. You tried not to gag, wanting to pleasure him without any problems.

Daemon felt himself getting closer, the obscene scene happening right in front of him was the only thing he would ever need, or so it felt like.

It took everything in him not to cum in your mouth, but he had a much better place to do that, and he would not waste that opportunity.

When he pulled out, you took a breath of air, your chest heaving.

“Sit.” He uttered, spreading his thighs to make room for you. As you stood up, he took your dress and bunched it up so you caught the hint and took it off.

“On your cock?” You asked, your voice slightly coarse.

“Of course, gevie.” Daemon was looking at you in a way that made you melt each time. Beautiful.

You grabbed his hard member, while he grabbed your hips roughly placing you above him. You teased yourself with the tip, motioning it in circles over your clit.

As soon as you placed him inside you, a needy moan left both of your mouths. He placed his forehead against yours, palming one of your breasts with the hand that wasn’t gripping your hip.

You rolled your hips, the coolness of the throne giving your skin chills. Daemon then moved his head and placed his lips around one of your breasts, sucking and biting every so slightly. He was sure to leave marks, but you didn’t care, the feeling was too great to care about anything else.

He thrusted upwards, fucking into you with as much force as he could, bumping with your clit when he was too rough.

“You like it when I’m rough, gaomagon ao daor?” Your husband mumbled, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Do you not?

“Yes…” He then snaked his hands to your clit, he rubbed it which made you choke on your words, “Yes! Oh gods, Daemon.” You whimpered, your head clouded with pleasure.

Daemon kept hitting the right spot, as he got sloppier you knew he was fairly close to cumming. You were in pure bliss, not caring for the roughness of the throne you were sat in, for the scrapes you were bound to have.

“Bisa jēda, nyke jāhor dīnagon nykeā riñnykeā iemnȳ ao.” He whispered to your ear, while you moaned in response, not wanting anything more at the moment. This time, I will place a child inside you.

“Yeah?”

He said nothing in return, only rested his head against your shoulder and buried his seed deep inside you, making you shudder. He continued thrusting into you, making you reach your peak.

The grip you had on his arm was bruising, thankfully he was an experienced soldier and could withstand terrible things. You bit his shoulder, leaving a mark that was sure to stay for days.

Daemon chuckled slightly at your force, making you perk your head up to look at him.

“What?” You ask him, smiling at the way he looked genuinely happy at the moment.

“Just imagining you full of our child.”

“Oh, are you, my King?” You tease him, he turns his head to look at you surprised at your words.

“Nyke aōha dārys?” He questions, looking more amused than ever. I’m your king?

“Kessa, se dārys hen issa prūmia.” Yes, the King of my heart.

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[shuichiakainx]

Daemon Targaryen in "The King of the Narrow Sea"

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Casualties and Confessions - 11th doctor x fem! reader

Request: “Hi! Could you please write a fluffy/romantic fic (fem! Reader x 11th doctor) with prompts 22 and 29. Maybe something where the Doctor gets in trouble during one of their adventures because of his bravado and the reader tends to his injuries afterwards (the reader kisses his bruises and all this stuff) <3

Prompts: 22 “You look…” “Adorable? Cute? Sexy?” “I was thinking more along the lines of stupid, idiotic and dumb but sure” 29 “Could you please stop being stubborn for once in your life?”

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2911

*** = time skip

Requests Prompts

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“Doctor would you please just sit down?” You groaned as the time lord turned his back to you once again.

“I told you I’m fine, you don’t need to look after me. It’s just a few bruises.” The doctor replied, busying himself with the control panel.

You let out a groan of frustration as you ran your fingers through your hair. The doctor could be a real pain in the arse when he wanted to be.

“It’s not just a few bruises” You mimicked, walking over to him.

“You’re bleeding. Not only that, but you also smacked your head pretty hard, and I would really love it if you weren’t flying through the time vortex with a concussion so please for the last time – Sit. Down.” You crossed your arms over your chest, staring at him.

The doctor fidgeted under your gaze, unsure of where to look. “Honestly it’s not that big of a deal I’m fine-“

“Oh my god doctor! Could you please stop being stubborn for once in your life?” You yelled.

The doctor was slightly taken back by your tone. It was very rare that you raised your voice, even rarer for you to raise it at him.

You sighed “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Will you let me do that? Please?” You said, your tone softening.

The doctors stomach flipped at your words. He wasn’t used to people caring about him in the way you did. It was a foreign feeling; but he liked it. Without saying anything, he sat down and handed you back the first aid kit he’d taken from you earlier.

“Thank you” You smiled at him.

“I will say, as much as I understand why you said what you did, this is on you.” You chuckled, earning a grin from the doctor.

“Well he was wrong. And you know me, never have been a fan of archaeologists.”

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The doctor had taken you a planet not dissimilar to earth. He’d been rambling on about a specific museum exhibit that he’d been wanting to show you for days now yet every time he’d tried to take you, something else came up and caught his eye. But finally, here the two of you were strolling round an ancient building marvelling at all the artifacts on display.

“Doctor this place is just…wow” You said as your eyes gazed upon all the displays around you.

There were all sorts of alien relics from different points in history scattered around the room. Some things you recognised, like a rogue cyberman head that was being displayed in a glass case or one of the guns used by the Silurian race which was hanging on the wall. It was all so fascinating.

“Yes, yes this is all well and good but let’s get to the good bit.” The doctor said, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward.

You laughed at his child like glee as you ran with him.

“Okay, we’re here” The doctor said, coming to a very sudden stop which caused you to collide with his chest.

He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. You’d had feelings for the doctor for a while, I mean how could you not? When a funny, kind hearted, rather attractive man (well – alien) whisks you off and shows you all of time and space – it’d be hard not to fall for him. Normally you’d been pretty good at keeping it under wraps yet for some reason, recently anything he does gets you flustered within a matter of moments

“Close your eyes.” The doctors voice came, breaking you from your thoughts. You looked up at him, the glint of joy held in his eyes melting your heart.

“Okay but if you walk me into a wall, we’re falling out.” You said with a laugh.

“As if I would let that happen to you.” The doctor commented before standing behind you, his hands on your arms as he manoeuvred you forward.

You held your hands out cautiously in front of you but luckily you didn’t hit anything. After a few moments, the doctor stopped.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” He said excitedly.

You peeled your eyes open slowly, unsure of what to expect. Your jaw fell open as your eyes took in the sight before you. Next to you, the doctor watched in pure delight as you looked at the exhibit. “

Is this…I mean…It’s beautiful.” Your voice was quiet as you truly had no words to describe how blown away you were.

Before you stood the most gorgeous painting of a landscape, a sky full of vibrant orange, reds, yellows burning their way onto the canvas. Clouds scattered around the fire of the sky, with a burnt orange moon peering out from behind them. In the centre of the painting sat a magnificent dome, within which there were buildings, quite sizeable buildings – almost like skyscrapers. The dome reflected the light of the sun onto the sandy terrain below and if you looked close enough, it was as if you could actually see the light dancing around the floor.

“This was my home.” The doctor said, his gentle voice cutting through the silence. “Gallifrey.”

The pride was evident in his voice as he stared longingly at the painting.

“It’s exquisite doctor.” You replied, still in awe.

“I don’t know where this painting came from. But I am glad some memory of my planet lives on. It was a truly wonderous place.” He said softly.

You glanced over at him, his face fallen slightly. You knew how much he missed him home, his people. Even though he tried to hide it, the guilt consumed him. And it broke your heart.

“Thank you.” You said, never taking your eyes from him. He turned to face you; his brow furrowed in confusion.

“For what?”

“For bringing me here. For showing me your home. I know how painful it must be for you and I am glad you felt comfortable enough to share this with me. It means a lot.” You explained, smiling softly at him.

The doctor took a step closer to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“There is no one else I would rather share this with. If I could take you there in person I would do so in a heartbeat. You are the most important thing in my life, and I want you to see me. All of me.” His words were so soft, so genuine it made tears well in your eyes.

“I see you doctor. And I love you.” You said, the words slipping out before you had a chance to stop them.

The doctor faltered for a second, slightly surprised by your confession. You began to pull away, regretting your choice before the doctor gently pulled your face towards him and promptly crashing his lips to yours. You sighed happily as you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss was short, but heartfelt. You pulled away grinning up at the doctor, who held you close.

“I love you too by the way.”

“Oh good” You chuckled.

The two of you stood there, just enjoying the others embrace.

“Yeah just tell Allie that she’s going to have to wait for that order, I have a lot more on my plate right now.” A loud voice echoed off the walls, causing you and the doctor to turn around.

The sound of footsteps were getting closer, as were the voices.

“Right so Alex if you could please get the Sontarans body armour boxed up and ready to ship for Monday, and Trevor if  you sort of the Zantian artifacts that would be- Oh hello.” A man, dressed in a full suit and tie appeared before the two of you, followed by two other men, who you assumed to be Alex and Trevor.

“Hello” The doctor replied awkwardly.

“I’m sorry but how on earth did you get in here? This museum isn’t open for another week.” The man said, clearly very agitated.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at the doctor. “Really? You couldn’t have brought us here a week later.”

“Well, I didn’t want it to be busy when we came” The doctor said fidgeting with his bow tie.

You chuckled at his behaviour before turning your attention back to the man in front of you.

“Will you two stop blabbering and tell me how you got in here? I have every right to get you locked up for this. Breaking and entering one of the most prestige buildings in the city and I-“

“I’ll stop you right there thank you. We are actually a part of an official alien artifacts organization, and we were sent here to make sure everything was in order for the grand opening.” The doctor said, flashing them his psychic paper.

The man’s face dropped as he read whatever credentials had just shown up.

“Oh. Oh, right yes of course. I do apologize. I hadn’t been made aware of any visits” The man fumbled through an apology.

“Yes well the uh big boss wanted to keep it a surprise just in case. You know how things are. Anyway, everything seems to be in order. We were just admiring the painting before heading off so goodbye.” The doctor said quickly before taking your hand in his and beginning to walk away.

You were still grinning over the fact the doctor had kissed you. Not only that, he’d told you he loved you. You felt giddy.

“Why would you ever be interested in such a dull painting? Come, let me show you some artifacts that are worth your time.” The man called after the pair of you.

The doctor stopped dead in his tracks. You felt your stomach drop. The doctors face fell.

“What did you just say?” He asked, his voice calm.

But not a relaxing calm, more sinister. More like the type you get before a storm.

“The painting, it’s hardly anything of interest.” The man repeated, clearly not sensing the rising anger in the time lord.

The doctor dropped your hand, marching over to the man.

“You know nothing of that painting. You know nothing of my planet so don’t you dare for one minute tell me that my home is hardly anything of interest.” The doctor didn’t shout. He didn’t need to. His words held enough rage and force in them to do more damage than shouting ever could.

You watched as his chest rose and fell, obviously in an attempt to calm himself down. There was very little that riled the doctor up this much. But you understood why this had caused such a reaction.

“Y-your planet? You mean to say you’re a-“

“Time lord. Yes. The last of them. So choose your words a little more carefully.” The doctor replied.

The mans face contorted in disgust.

“How dare you step foot in here. How dare you step foot onto our planet. Timelords are a disgrace. There extinction was a victory for the rest of us.” His words were dripping with malice as he eyed the doctor.

Your heart burned, anger rising in you as well. The doctor froze once again, his breathing increasing once more. You saw his fists clench as his body became rigid with fury. You began to walk over to him, knowing you needed to get him out of here. You didn’t know what he was going to do but you didn’t want to find out.

“Restrain him.” The man called before you could reach him. The two other men standing behind him were on the doctor in an instant, pinning the doctor against the wall.

“Get off of me. Get off.” The doctor shouted, thrashing in their arms.

“Doctor!” You yelled running towards him.

However before you could reach him, two other men appeared grabbing a hold of you as well. You cried out in pain as they pulled you harshly away from the doctor.

“LET HER GO. DO NOT TOUCH HER" He bellowed, struggling even harder against the men holding him.

“Your kind are nothing but a plague to the rest of the universe. I will be doing her a kindness by getting rid of you.” The man snarled.

“Don’t you fucking hurt him.” You yelled as the men began dragging you away.

Your eyes found the doctor, he looked just as terrified as you just before he was dragged off to another room and out of your eyesight. The further you got from the doctor, the more panicked you became. They were going to kill him. You couldn’t let that happen. The men brought you to the end of a corridor, where there stood a cage.

“You’re just going to lock me up and leave me here are you? Very original” You spat.

One of the men chuckled. “Of course not. We’re going to lock you up and sell you to the highest bidder. There are all sorts of different aliens coming to the opening event that have never seen a human before. I’m sure they will be most interested in you.” He said, chuckling along with his friend.

No. This is not happening. You were getting the doctor and you were getting out of here. With all the energy you could muster, you kicked one the men square between the legs – causing him to double over in pain before doing the same to the other one. With their grip on your arms now loosened, you were able to pull yourself free and began running as fast as you could back in the direction on the doctor. When you made it back to the room you had originally been in, there was no sign of him.

Your mind was racing. You knew you only had a short amount of time before the men recovered and came after you. Suddenly, you heard the doctor yell out in pain. Your heart felt as if it stopped beating as you heard his cries. You went to run towards the noise before looking around you. If you ran in there unarmed, you were as good as captured again. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on the Silurian gun you had noticed earlier. You didn’t have to use it, just threaten to. You grabbed it off the wall before running in the direction of the doctor.

Everything was a bit of a blur after that. When you found the doctor he was laying on the floor, breathing heavily. He had cuts all over his face, as well as nasty looking bruises. It hadn’t taken much to scare the men away, none of them clearly having been threatened with a gun before. You helped the doctor stand before rushing back to the safety of the TARDIS.

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“There you are. All patched up.” You said with a smile, taking a step back to admire your work.

Due to the cuts the doctor had obtained, his face was lightly decorated with plasters which you have to admit was a rather funny sight.

“How do I look?” The doctor asked, standing up.

“You look…”

“Adorable? Cute Sexy?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of stupid, idiotic and dumb but sure” You teased, laughing at the frown on his face.

“Well I guess that’s the last time I let my girlfriend take care of me then.” He mumbled to himself as he walked back to the console.

Your stomach fluttered at his words. Whether he meant for you to hear them or not you weren’t sure, but you had.

“Girlfriend?” You commented, following him.

His eyes widened as you stood in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something before changing his mind and closing it again.

“Did you just call me your girlfriend?” You asked, a smirk pulling at your lips.

“I, well, technically yes. I just assumed – because of earlier- isn’t that usually what people do?” He said, stumbling over his words.

You beamed up at him, taking his face gently in your hands. “Yes, it is. Albeit people usually get asked rather than told, but as long as I’m yours I really don’t care.”

The doctors cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at your words, causing your heart to race. He was so beautiful.

“Now as your girlfriend, I demand that you keep this pretty face of yours safe. As much fun as I had looking after you, I’d like my boyfriend to remain in one piece.”

“You think my face is…pretty?” The doctor said, still very flustered.

“Of course I do. Even if its been slightly battered with all these bruises.” You ran your thumb gently across each one before leaning up and placing a kiss on them.

The doctor fidgeted slightly as you kissed his face, making you chuckle against him.

You pulled back and smiled at him. “There we are, all better.”

He grinned down at you, nothing but love reflecting back at you.

“I will forever be grateful that the universe gave me the gift of meeting you.” The doctor said, holding you close to him.

“I love you too.” You replied, sighing happily as you rested your head against his chest.

You could hear his two hearts beating in a steady rhythm as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. This was definitely something you could get used to. And you did.

[ayoitspatricia]

Imagine being the annoying kid that the 11th Doctor is trying to interrogate :

11th Doctor : How can someone as small as you be involved with something as big as this?

(Y/n) : I think that’s a bit rude mate-

11th Doctor : *walking around (Y/n) in circles* Are you perhaps special? Because you look rather normal to me

(Y/n) : Look, I would answer that incredibly odd question but my answer is going to make me seem like the main character and I don’t want to be that

11th Doctor : *face of confusion*

(Y/n) : So I am going to say my backup answer

11th Doctor : And that is?

(Y/n) : Your mum *runs away*

11th Doctor : I was wrong

11th Doctor : I will stay away from all children in the future

[zegraslvr]

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𝑵𝑯𝑳!

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umich

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[anukulee]

Melting Into A Puddle (Matt Smith Recommendations Fanfic Mastlist)

Masterlists

Fanfic

Is It Alright To Say What I Feel?

A Thing Of Poetry

Love Is Scary (GN)

Dream Lord

Dangerous Habits (pt 2)

Saving You

The Girl Who Came Back

Masterlist

Dear MotherHood (Series)

Terms Of Endearment (Series)

Fanfic

Second Choice

Pregnant Love

First Time Riding

The Poisoned Cup

The Morning After

Turning Red (Modern)

Love Stinks

It Is Always Him

Alpha Daemon Targaryen Meets His Omega

The Pentoshi Healer

In The Shadow of Your Heart (pt 1) (pt 2)

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[kytrisz]

pregnant | Matt Smith

| pairing. matt smith x reader

requested by. anon

It's been 5 weeks. 5 weeks and you still hadn’t got your period. Gripping down the washroom counter tightly. It was quiet in the four walls of the confined room. With the droplets from the sink filled the room. Leaning against further onto the counter, your eyes follow the trace of the water goblets as they fall down into the drain. You sucked in another shaky shallow breath. With your eyes slowly looking down on the edge of the counter.

Two lines. 

Three pregnancy tests, all shown with two red lines. Positive. 

You feel warm tears streaming down your cheeks, throwing your hands on your lips. Already overwhelmed with what's happening, finding out the truth pushes you to the edge. Finding your chest heavy, with shaky hands, you turn the faucet on splashing the water rigorously to your face. 

"Fuck. What am I gonna do? What do I do?"  you asked yourself panicky. You're not ready. Both of you are not ready for this. The two of you are at the peak of your career. You haven't even talked about having any kids. There wasn't even any conversation about your future. Do you even want kids? What about Matt? God, does Matt even want to have kids—

As if on cue, you heard your phone vibrate inside your bag. Fishing it out, as if God's heard your questions, you find Matt's name pop on the screen.

Fuck. 

Trying to compose yourself, you take a long deep breath. Pressing the small green accept button.

"Took you quite long enough, darling." Matt's voice echoed through the other side of the call. 

Without seeing him physically, you felt him giving a sly smirk. Even if you feel anxious and overwhelmed from the earlier event, a small smile still forms on your face. His voice really is a comfort.

"Are you alright? Has something happened? Where are you?" 

He probably senses your uneasiness, as he continues to ask various questions. Trying to sound and act normal, you replied "I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't worry. I just went out to buy something. How about you? How's the shooting? Is it doing well?" Thankfully Matt is still away for filming. Giving you time and space to think and reflect on the future. Both of your future.

If Matt noticed your abrupt change of topic, he didn't say anything. "It's great! Everything went well, it's such a shame we finished early. I really love working with them-"

Or not.

"You finished early?" you cut Matt off. Another wave of panic washed over you, as you stared anxiously at the pregnancy test.

"Yes, darling... I was going to surprise you. But I found you not here. Is everything really alright?" Matt is now worried. He's not used to hearing you liked this. Like you're...scared?

"Yes. I'm fine. Let's just talk when I get back okay? I love you. Bye." you hurriedly said, dropping the call without waiting for his response. You put your phone inside your bag. Glancing in the mirror, you put light touches to remove any form of evidence of crying and any distress on your face.

Staring at all the three pregnancy tests scattered on the counter, you let out another heavy sigh. Grabbing all of them you consciously wrap it with a paper towel and put it in the bag.

Matt knows something is wrong. Really wrong. He knew you tried to put up an act, but he knew you more than yourself. More than himself. Stalking length around the living room with worries on the back of his mind, he waited patiently for you to come home. In his bare arms, where he can touch and hold you tight. Not letting go.

Therefore, the moment he heard the click of the doorknob, he instantly went to the door. Taking a glimpse of your frame, he pulls you toward his chest. Letting out a comforting smile. As he pulled you off he reached his hands on both side cheeks, caressing your face.

"Are you really alright?" Matt asks once again.

Looking at his eyes filled with adoration and love. You feel a heavy weight on your chest. Will he still look at you the same when he finds out? Instead of giving him an answer, you put up a small smile, before pulling yourself away from him. 

Matt watches you put down your bag on the sofa and stride your way to the kitchen. Following like a lost puppy, Matt called you with worry lace on his tone, "Darling, is something wrong?"

The more you hear and look at him, the guilt, pain, and shame just keep piling on you. You can't do this, you really can't. Feel the anxiety gripping you tightly, a muffled noise let out from your lips. Alarming Matt further, calling your name once again.

Ignoring, you grab a glass of water to drink.  Trying to compose yourself, failing horribly. 

Matt's patience begins to wear thin as he watches you, his worry turning into frustration. "Please, just tell me what's wrong," he pleads. Matt knows you're avoiding him. That's why desperately he forces you to turn around and face. Jolting both of you as the water in your hand slips on the ground. Glass shattering into fragments upon impact.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't-" you whispered as you slowly crouched down to pick it up. But a hand grab to stop you. In silence, you watch Matt as he slowly bends down to pick up the broken pieces. 

After a few moments of silence, you finally choked out. "I'm pregnant." 

You saw Matt stop picking, raising his head in your direction. But you don't have the strength to look at him, tears flood down your cheeks, throwing your head down. "I'm so sorry."

Matt stood up, pulling you, hugging you close. He has his arm wrapped securely around you as you weep onto his chest. His heart aches seeing you breaking into pieces. Kissing your temple, he soothingly rubs your back. "Shhhhh, darling. It's okay. Everything will be okay."

"I'm so sorry Matt." you sobbed. "I didn't mean to. I-I, it's all my fault. 'm really scared-"

"Shhh, Shh, it's okay, darling. It's okay. It's okay." Matt reassured, wiping your tears from your cheeks. Planting a kiss on your head, your nose, your cheeks "It's your body, darling. Your final decision is yours. If you're not ready for this, it's fine. I understand. Okay? I’ll be here."

"I- I don't even know how to be a mom." your emotions weep further.

"You'll learn, I'll learn. We'll learn." Matt whispered to you.

"But what if I’ll suck at it? What if I'll just be a horrible mother to this child?"

"Then I'll be here. I will be here to support you. We can get through this" Matt reassured, leaning his head toward yours, your eyes locked together. "I'll be here. I promise. Everything will be fine."

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the only sound filling the room is the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath your feet. With a million thoughts and emotions washing over you. You slowly nodded.  Your fingertips move slowly down his cheek, the gentle caress a silent expression of your love and appreciation.

And as you watch Matt leans into your touch, where his eyes soften as he savors the warmth of your hand against his skin. You finally know the answer.

"Well, let's do it then." You smiled brightly at him, catching him off guard. "Let's create a beautiful nine months and more, journey together." 

A radiant smile spreads across Matt's face as he gazes into your eyes, a mixture of relief and excitement shining in his expression. "Yeah. Alright." He nodded as his voice filled with determination and love. "Let's make this nine months and more, journey unforgettable." With his hands gently resting on your stomach.

[happilyhertale]

Welcome to my page 💙

About me: I'm Vanessa (please never call me Vanny), my pronouns are she/her. I'm in my 30s and a professional fangirl. My main account is @schniiipsel.

I only write in my spare time - but I love losing myself in writing! I write for the Ewan Mitchell characters Aemond Targaryen, Tom Bennett, Osferth and Ettore, as well as Daemon Targaryen. Feel free to ask me anything! 🖤

This blog is for over 18s only! All others please leave this account at this point.

Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Tom Bennett

Osferth

Ettore

12 Days of Smuff

Currently writing Steamy

[goldsainz]

MASTERLIST.

A/N: look, it’s been a while since i’ve written for him, and since i feel like the thirst for him has gone down i am here to try and revive it (he’s babygirl okay) this might be the wildest smut i’ve written, so please enjoy!!!!

WORD COUNT: 1,5k (not really proofread, it’s almost 2am)

warnings: possessive behaviour, choking (lovingly and sexily), unprotected sex, name calling (whore), slight hair pulling, exhibitionism (blink and you’ll miss it), creampie, cum play, slight fingering

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ONLY HIS TO VIEW

Daemon Targaryen could lack many things, but his jealousy and possessiveness were things nobody could take from him.

He didn’t believe himself at fault for his behavior, not when you were his lover, not when you stood so beautiful in your gown amidst the feast. The feast which he had truly forgotten why it was being held, why he was even there, when he saw you.

You knew he was staring, and you didn’t make it any easier for the tent growing on his pants. You placed your hand on the Lord’s arm, laughing at whatever it was he was saying, and Daemon couldn’t help but think how worthless the man was of your laughter. He should be the only one allowed to hear it, frankly, he could have gotten drunk in that sound alone, so sweet and melodic it almost made him faint.

It took him just a few seconds to intervene in the scene, grabbing your forearm and practically dragging you away from the man. You had little time to excuse yourself, yet he was a prince, no one would dare question where he was taking you or why.

“Daemon!” You squealed when you collided with a wall, but he paid no mind to your voice, right now he was looking at you with dark eyes, and even darker thoughts.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” His voice held no real interest for your response, more bothered than anything.

You looked up at him, taking in his wild look, “I did, thanks for asking.”

He chuckles darkly at your answer, grabbing you by the throat as he makes you look only at him, as if that hadn’t been what you were doing before. Yet he was making a point, and you couldn’t help but feel aroused at his behavior, loving the attention.

“You’re just a little whore for attention, aren’t you?” You are now gasping for breath, feeling the pressure of his hand on your throat, still you can’t help but moan at the name. Indeed you were, but only for him, and Daemon knew it.

His knee presses over your skirts, finding place under your cunt which was now soaking more and more as the time went by. You tried to move against it, in need for any sort of friction to relieve the tension you were feeling, but his free hand made its way towards your waist and held you tightly against the wall.

“You come to my bed in the night, and yet I see you practically all over a man at the feast, do you think that’s fair?” You shake your head in a “No” motion quickly, “I don’t think it is, Y/N.”

Daemon’s hold on you softens, allowing for you to take a full breath of air, it revives you. Your doe-eye look has him enamored, making him grab your face with both of his hand and kiss you messily. Your teeth almost clash, his lips bites your lower one, he groans into it making you moan in reply. It feels great, knowing you are the only one who will get to feel him this passionately, who will make him feel so ardently for someone.

“Do you deserve my cock? Only good ladies deserve to be fucked, and you weren’t good tonight.” The smirk on his face is infuriating, it makes you almost want to slap it off of him, but right now you were too clouded with the need to be pleasured to really care for it.

“Please, my Prince, please.” You beg, making him smirk even wider (if that was even possible).

“Please what?”

You bite back any retort you could have, and comply to his taunting, “Please fuck me.”

Your words send Daemon over the edge. He makes a grab for your hair, pulling it back to have a better view of your neck, and a better way of kissing it. His open mouthed kisses will surely leave marks all over your neck, its shade so maroon it almost seemed as though they had been painted onto your body. In truth, you were his canvas, free for him to do as he pleased.

He wasn’t careful with how he handled you, tugging down his breeches without a worry for who could see him in the hallway.

“Someone could see us…” You whispered, your eyes closed in pleasure as you felt his fingers under your dress making their way over your clothed cunt.

“Then let them, let them enjoy the show.” You bite your lip harshly at his words, the pressure of his digits on your clit making it impossible to retort any reply back.

Daemon pulls down any barrier between you, only leaving you in your dress, your breasts begging to be freed. His hardened cock teases your entrance, and you thrust forward as if to meet him halfway, but once glance from him has you stopping even if it hurts to do so.

He grabs it, placing it in your entrance, but not pushing fully in just yet. A groan left his mouth once more, the feeling of your wetness drove him mad, he knew no woman would ever compare to how sweet it was, how confident it made him know all of it was just for him and always would be.

When he finally entered you, a high-pitched moan left your lips instantly, so he had to press a hand over your mouth. Even if he had no shame in someone seeing him in the compromising position he was in, the mere thought of someone seeing you like this made him plunge deeper into you. It was no surprise he cared deeply for what was his, which is why even if he loves to tease he truly wouldn’t let anyone see or touch you like he did.

His thrusts were relentless, no doubt leaving bruises with how much energy Daemon was putting into them. You were thankful for his hand, biting it from time to time to prevent such loud sounds from leaving your mouth. It made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, going mad over the feeling of his thick cock filling you with such vigor.

The harder he got, the more you enjoyed the moment. His fingers teased over your clit, sometimes harshly pressing on it, which made you grab his arm and squeeze it with so much force, it even surprised him.

You clenched around him, making him rest his head on your shoulder, muffling his own sounds with it. You couldn’t help but try and meet his thrusts, feeling him get sloppier as he got closer to being over the edge.

He was now relentlessly swiping over your clit, your whines only spurring him further on with his pace. Daemon felt you getting closer, taking his hand away only to replace it with his mouth, kissing you so passionately it made you even dizzier.

As you both came together, a loud moan left his mouth when you harshly clamped around his cock, the sheer feel of it making him release an obscene amount of cum. It leaked out of you, even with his cock still in you, and you chuckled light from the feeling.

Daemon continued to fuck into you, trying to make the most of his release and yours, he lifted your skirts higher to watch the sight closely. He had to bite his lip from groaning, surprised no one had come to check from the weird sounds, though he supposed no one would have a great interest in seeing such a thing. He watched as his cock when in and out from you, his cum leaking from you and being fucked into you once more.

Once he took out his cock from inside you, he plunged his fingers unexpectedly into you. You gasped in surprise, not expecting such intrusion. Daemon moved his fingers around your cunt, feeling both of your releases as they dripped on them.

“Open up.” He ordered, and you didn’t hesitate in doing as he said. You opened your mouth and felt his cum-covered fingers being placed onto your tongue. You moaned as you sucked on them, gazing up at him as you did so.

“Look at you, such a good whore for your Prince.” His praise did nothing to quell the spiking pleasure that was once again building up inside you.

His forehead pressed against yours, kissing you as if it would be the last time, tasting both of yourselves on your tongue. Daemon hummed in delight, like it was the best flavour he would ever be graced with, and you smiled into the kiss at his reaction.

You felt his soft cock start to harden, no doubt seeking another round of sex. Though this time it seemed your Prince had other ideas, as he moved you towards another wall which opened to a passage, it seemed he would never stop surprising you.

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Let me take care of you - 11th doctor x fem! reader

Request: “Could you write a fic with reader x 11th doctor. The prompts being 9 and 30. The reader is like a mother hen, always putting their needs after everyone else’s. after an adventure shakes reader up they begin to struggle with anxiety attacks and nightmares. The doctor notices and tries to help. The reader tries to deny help, to not be a burden or appear weak” I absolutely loved this idea!!. I hope this is okay!! I got slightly carried away so i am sorry it's so long!!

Prompts: 9 “I’ve got you. Nothings going to happen to you. You’re safe now." 30 “you take care of me all the time, for once – let me return the favour.”

Warnings: Anxiety, Nightmares

*** = time skip

Word Count: 2658 (once again i'm sorry its so long!)

Requests Prompts

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Doctor when I said I wanted to see the stars, getting lost INSIDE OF ONE was not exactly what I had in mind.” You yelled, running your fingers through your hair as you weaved your way through the intricate tunnel system you’d found yourself in.

Amy and Rory chuckled from behind you. The doctor had told the three of you about a cluster of stars the formed only once every 25 years in some tiny corner of the universe, and of course, you couldn’t say no. I mean how many other people would get the chance to witness something so real and beautiful? However, what the doctor had failed to mention is that these stars were not like the normal balls of gas that you could see from earth. Instead, they were – drum roll please – alien stars!!! Honestly you shouldn’t have expected anything less when traveling with a mad man in a blue box, but you didn’t think the alien stars would quite literally swallow you whole.

So now here you were, in the centre of a star, trying to find your way back to the Tardis which had somehow been separated from the four of you.

“Look I know this isn’t ideal, but how amazing is this! We are literally standing in a star I mean this is just extraordinary.” The doctor beamed back at you, clapping his hands together.

You smiled slightly at his boyish antics, but something didn’t sit right with you. You tried so hard to be immersed in the shining colours and ornate patterns dancing on the icy walls around  you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling deep inside of you that something was wrong. Something bad was going to happen. The doctor had assured you many times that these stars were not known for having lifeforms living inside of them, but it did nothing to soothe your worry.

“Are you doing okay back there y/n, you seem rather quiet- AHH” The doctor yelled before disappearing out of sight.

Your heart pounded as you began to run forward, the ponds following.

“Wait stop don’t move” You heard him yell. Your eyes searched frantically but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“I’m down here.” He groaned.

Confused, the three of you looked down. Just in front of where you had stopped, there was a hole in the ground. Well actually, it looked more like a slide. You couldn’t see the doctor, but you could hear him which calmed your still racing heart. You knelt onto the floor shouting down to him.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, little bit bruised though.” He huffed.

“You or your ego?” Amy joked.

You heard the doctor grumble something along the lines of “Shut up” before chuckling at Amy’s comment.

“Right come on you lot, get down here.” The doctor yelled. You swapped an unsure look with the others.

“Do we have to? I mean it doesn’t exactly sound like fun.” Rory replied.

“If you want to stay up there to try and find your way out of the star by yourself then, by all means Rory go ahead.” The doctor said.

“Oh come on, what’s the worst that can happen” Amy said, smiling at her husband before lowering herself down into the hole.

You and Rory listened as she landed with a thud. You looked at him cautiously.

“Did you wanna go next or?” He asked. You smiled at him.

“What and leave you up here by yourself? What if something happens to you? No, you go and I’ll follow you down.”

“Okay but then I’d be leaving you up here by yourself. What if something happens to you instead?” He countered.

“Oh come on Rory you know me, I’m indestructible.” You joked, trying to ease his worry. “I’ll be okay. Just go”

Rory lingered for a few more moments, before sighing and lowering himself down.

You listened for his thud, before calling out to them. “All good to come down? Not going to squash anyone am i?” But the only response you got was your voice echoing off the walls. “Guys?” You tried again.

Once again your heart rate picked up, racing in your chest. “They’re okay. You’re okay. Nothings happened to them” You muttered to yourself, trying to calm down.

But the longer the silence continued, the more worried you got. Were they hurt? Had they been attacked by something? But surely you would have heard them. Had they left you? As you sat there trying to figure of what to do, you heard what sounded like glass cracking from behind you.

Turning to see if you could locate the noise, you saw what looked like a long sharp tentacle attaching itself to the wall. The longer you looked, the more appeared, dragging the body of a creature you hadn’t seen before closer to you. You froze in spot, terrified. It wasn’t until the creature let out the most revolting, blood chilling noise you’d heard that you were snapped back into reality. You turned and threw yourself into the hole. You didn’t know where the others were or what was waiting for you at the bottom, but anything had to be better than letting that creature catch up to you.

************************************************************************A lot goes wrong when you travel with the doctor. Nearly every adventure you’d been on with him ends up with you running for your lives. But this had to have been the worst you’d been on in a while.

Turns out the creature that you had come across, there was an entire colony of them living right in the heart of the star. And that’s exactly where you had been chucked out. They were descending from every angle – the walls, the ceilings (if you could even call it that) – everywhere.

They were holding Amy and Rory suspended high in the air, while the doctor was being restrained where he stood. His eyes looked desperate at he tried to call out to you, but before he could, you felt the tentacles wrapping around you dragging you backwards.

You fought, you screamed. You needed to get back to your friends. You need to help them. You didn’t care what happened to yourself as long as they were safe. Somehow, and you don’t have a clue how, you were able to break their hold on you. They screeched as you ran forward, trying to get back to Amy and Rory. Something sharp whipped across your legs, momentarily causing you to stumble. Another, hitting you across the face. You don’t know what it was or where it was coming from, but you kept running. You could see the sonic on the floor, just out of reach of the doctor. You didn’t know if it could help or what it would do to the creatures, but at this point you didn’t care. Your lungs were on fire, the fear of the creatures closing in you pushing you forward. You grabbed the sonic, kicking it over to the doctor before being swarmed by the creatures.

They were all over you. There was no escape. You covered your head as best you could, falling to the ground. All you could hear was there screeching burning your ears, their tentacles hitting every part of you. And then suddenly, it stopped.

There was no more screeching, no bodies pressing against you. Nothing. Even though fear was seeping through your bones, you peeled your hands away from your face taking in your surroundings. Some way in front of you stood a very dishevelled looking doctor, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. In his hand, the sonic. You let out a small sigh of relief. Looking around your own body, you could see what looked like ash. No, no not ash. It was glass. Tiny fragments of glass. So fine it was like sand. A lot of it covered your own body. The more you looked around, the more you saw clumps of it scattered around the place. You glanced back over at the doctor. His eyes were dark, a look you hadn’t seem on a regular basis, but enough to know what it meant. Your heart hurt for him.

“It had to be done.” His voice was rough. “They weren’t going to stop.”

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When you all got back into the Tardis, the atmosphere was tense. No one had said a word on the way back. Your thoughts were running wild, bouncing around inside of you. But you didn’t want to focus on that, you couldn’t. Not when the others were in such a state.

“Right.” You said after the doctor had flown the Tardis safely away from the cluster. “All of you sit down. I’ll be right back.” You said with a forced smile.

Quickly you disappeared off into another room leaving the others confused.

“Where do you think she’s going?” Rory asked, holding Amy close to him.

“You know what she’s like. Always patching us up.” She said with a stiff chuckle.

The doctor watched as you re-entered with a first aid kid, as well as 3 or four blankets.

“I figured we all needed a little pick me up. So, once I’ve made sure that no ones going to bleed out on me, grab a blanket and follow me.” You instructed, beaming at them.

“Where are we going exactly?” Amy said, already looking happier.

“We’re having a movie night. I figured none of us would want to be alone right now, and a movie will take our mind of things.” The ponds smiled at you nodding in agreement.

The doctor however, just watched you silently. You went about cleaning up any wounds the ponds may have endured before sending them on their way, each with a blanket in hand.

“Come on doctor, you may be a time lord, but you’re not indestructible” You joked, gesturing for him to sit down.

“Why are you doing this?” The doctor replied, eyes fixed on yours.

His tone threw you off a little. He didn’t sound angry as such, but he definitely didn’t sound happy.

“What do you mean?” You replied, turning your back to him and busying yourself with the items in front of you.

“This. All this. The movie night, the blankets, looking after everyone.” He spoke. “You know me, it’s what I do. I just wanted to make everyone feel a bit better.”

“But what about you?” The doctor said, taking your hand in his and turning you to face him.

You stared at his hand in yours, knowing if you met his gaze you would break.

“I’ll be okay doctor. Knowing everyone else is safe, that’s what makes me okay.” You replied.

He didn’t believe you; you knew he didn’t. But thankfully he didn’t question it any further.

“Come on, let’s go watch a film then.” He responded, pulling you towards the film room.

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Shouting. Crying. Pain. Everything was moving so fast. “Run y/n run.” You could hear the doctor yelling out to you, but you couldn’t see him. He sounded scared. You needed to find him. You tried to look behind you, only to be greeted by one of the creatures from within the star. You screamed. It was close to you. So close. Something wrapped around your ankles. You were falling. The creature was falling with you. Your back hit the ground with a thud, all the breath leaving your lungs. You cried out, tears staining your face. You had to get up. You had to find the doctor. You had to move. But you couldn’t. The creature was above you, descending. Move. MOVE. Please for the love of god move. You willed for your body to do something. To the right of you, you saw Amy and Rory. They weren’t moving. Your heart shattered. You were too late. You couldn’t save them. To your left, the doctor watched as you lay there helpless. He was trying to reach you. You couldn’t let him watch you die. The creature was closing in, you could feel the tentacles wrapping around you. It was getting closer. And closer. You could feel the weight of its body. You cried out, calling the doctors name. It was getting closer still.

“Y/N” You bolted up right.

Your heart was pounding, your breathing was rapid. You couldn’t focus. Your mind felt like it was spinning.

“Y/n, y/n look at me. I’ve got you. Nothing's going to happen to you. You’re safe now.” The doctor’s voice came from beside you.

You turned to look at him, your eyes frantic, tears still falling. His heart broke for you.

“T-the creature. It got me. It killed Amy and Rory. You were going to watch me die. I- I couldn’t save them.” You sobbed desperately.

“Y/n, please I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?” The doctor placed his hands on your shoulder, trying to ground you.

You looked at him, nodding slightly.

“Take a deep breathe with me okay. Ready? Breathe in”

You followed his instructions, trying to focus on just him.

“Breathe out.”

It slowed your racing heart but did very little to calm your thoughts. Images of your friends’ lifeless bodies kept flashing through your mind. The doctor, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, took your shaking hands in his.

“Amy and Rory are fine. They just got tired and went to their room to sleep. They are safe. I promise you; everyone is safe.” He spoke calmly, tracing small patterns across your hand.

You nodded, unable to speak just yet. You looked around you, only now realising you were still in the movie room. In the Tardis. The doctor was right. You were safe. You could feel the anxiety beginning to slip away as you let out a sigh, collapsing back against your chair.

“Feeling better?” The doctor asked still holding your hand.

“Yes. I’m sorry for causing such a scene. I was just being dramatic. I’m fine honestly I-“

“Stop.” The doctor cut you off.

You looked at him, confused.

“Stop pretending everything is okay. You’re not fine y/n. You went through a lot today, just like the rest of us. You are allowed too not be okay.” He said softly, his hand moving to caress your cheek.

“You take on so much for the rest of us. All the time. There have been countless times where you’ve held me when I’ve cried or calmed me when I’m hurting.  But do you ever actually stop to check on yourself?” He let his words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “You take care of me all the time, for once – let me return the favour.”

You lifted your hand to hold his, still resting against your cheek.

“Okay.” You whispered, smiling at him.

He smiled back at you, before pulling you to lie against him. Your head rested on his chest as his arms wrapped around you protectively. One of his hands threaded its way into your hair, stroking it softly.

You sighed in happily, melting against the time lord’s frame.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you darling. Go to sleep.” He whispered softly before placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Before long you felt yourself drift off into a comfortable sleep, protected by the warmth of your timelord.

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Prompt: I thought you could do with a hug.

A strangers comforting touch

Eleventh Doctor/Reader

Oneshot.

Warning: veryyyyy light angst, fluff.

The Doctor and Reader are complete strangers in this.

Once again, The Doctor had found himself completely alone. He missed his friends dreadfully but had slowly accepted that he'll never see them again. Loneliness didn't take long to seep in, causing The Doctor to be at his lowest point once again. He was used to loneliness by now as it was the curse of the timelords. He was always going to outlive his friends, or they were going to move on eventually. But it didn't make it hurt any less, nor did it stop him yearning for another person to travel with. But he had decided that he would rather hide away than lose another person and experience heartbreak all over again.

He sighed as he walked through the streets in the Victorian times, three years after losing The Ponds, then Clara not long after. He was a monk for a while, but he quickly grew bored and went back to the clouds in the sky. It was now summer, so the nights were brighter, so he had grown rather fond of walking through the park in the evening where he could watch the sunset. He went over to his favourite park where the perfect view between two trees enhanced the burning ball of fire that was growing more red as it slowly dipped into the horizons. When he first watched the sunset after the Ponds incident, he weeped. He weeped because it meant that it was a new day without his friends, and that loneliness had truly sunk in.

Two arms wrapped around his neck from behind, causing The Doctor to smile softly. "Warmth, Happiness, Comfort." Those were the first words to come to his mind as another person joined him. They were always there when he needed comfort. Never asked questions and never asked who he was. They just hugged him before joining him, where they both watched the sunset. After that, they just went their own way, living their lives again. Not a single word is ever spoken between them even all these years later. He knows what they look like. Of course he does. He's not an idiot. They had (your H/C), (Eye Colour), (skin colour) They were (your height) he also noticed that they had the most beautiful smile in the universe. No matter how sad he was, somehow, they always made him feel better when they smiled.

Once the sun had set, they stood up, leaving again, but a voice stopped them in their tracks. "Why do you keep coming back?"You looked like you needed a hug." They smiled at The Timelord, who smiled back at the mysterious but kind person as he watched their figure grow smaller and smaller. He turned back around, staying seated on the bench as he let out a chuckle. "One day, Doctor. Maybe one day." He got up and walked back to The Tardis thinking about the mysterious person once again as he realised. Maybe he wouldn't feel so lonely anymore if he simply started up a conversation.

(Sorry if this isn't the best. I just thought it would be a fun and cute little story to write.)