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magiccath · 2 months

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The Sniffles

tenth doctor x reader (ambiguous relationship)

Summary: In which you hide being sick from the Doctor

You stumbled into the TARDIS control room, very obviously sick, even if you refused to admit it. Companions didn’t get sick. Plus, you were still functional. Mostly.

“I was thinking we could travel back in time today,” the Doctor said in his usually cheery voice, moving about the console with boundless energy, “Maybe Victorian England? Or the moon launch! Definitely the moon launch,” he grinned, turning to you for approval.

You nodded and the Doctor didn’t need much more confirmation than that. He ran around the control room, piloting the ship in a chaotic manner.

“It’s even more brilliant up close, I promise,” he rambled on, still running about the ship. “One of the greatest feats of humankind if you ask me.”

You sniffled as quietly as possible, rubbing your nose on the back of your sleeve. The Doctor didn’t pay any mind to you, still rambling on about the moon. You wished your nose wasn’t so stuffy, you wished that you weren��t exhausted and sick.

“Very characteristic of you lot to see a rock in the sky and decide to venture to it. It’s like that guy who climbed Mount Everest, what was his name?” he frowned, momentarily pausing his chaotic movements.

“George Mallory?” you ventured. The Doctor snapped loudly in your direction, a big grin plastered on his face.

“That one! He wanted to climb Everest because-”

“Because it’s there,” you said simultaneously, though in a significantly more congested voice than the Doctor. He referenced it a lot, usually as an example of humanity's stupidity. If the Doctor noticed your parroting, he didn’t show it.

“That essentially sums up how humans feel about the moon. Great big, strange rock in the sky, you better go claim it.”

You nodded along, your focus slowly slipping as he continued to talk. You were already so exhausted and you hadn’t even done much yet. Your head felt heavier than a bowling ball and your sinuses were clogged up beyond belief. At this point, you just wanted to crawl back into bed and never leave again.

Sensing that you had stopped paying attention, the Doctor halted his emphatic rambling.“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving over to you and crossing his arms while frowning slightly. Usually you at least feigned interest in his ramblings.

“Nothing,” you lied, though it wasn’t very convincing. You didn’t have the energy to lie to the Doctor right now.

His frown deepened as he leaned closer to you, examining you like some alien gadget he couldn’t figure out.

Without warning he reached his hand out, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. Mostly out of instinct, you pulled away from him with a frown. “Hey!” you snapped, swatting his hand away.

“You’re burning up!” he retorted, his voice cross.

“It’s warm in here.”

“No, it’s not. You’re always complaining about it being cold,” he pointed out, challenging you to deny it. Unfortunately, he was entirely right. He kept the TARDIS much colder than you would prefer. You just stayed silent since you didn’t have anything to retaliate with. Unfortunately for your argument, your silence was punctuated with a sniffle followed by a suppressed cough.

“Come on, back to bed,” the Doctor sighed, tilting his head in the direction of your room.

“I’m fine!” you argued again, which would have been much more convincing if it wasn’t accompanied by a series of sneezes.

“Are you sure about that?” the Doctor huffed, looking at you condescendingly.

“It’s just a little cold.” you sniffled slightly, fighting the urge to sneeze again.

“Mhm, even if it is ‘just a little cold’ you need to get some rest,” he chastised, guiding you out of the control room.

“I’m perfectly fine,” you repeated but didn’t protest as he guided you back to your room.

“Sure you are,” the Doctor rolled his eyes behind your back. Stubborn as ever.

He guided you through your door and into your bedroom, pulling back the covers for you and gesturing for you to get in bed.

“I’m going to go grab you medicine, if you move I’m going to be very upset,” he emphasized, tucking the blankets around you. You sniffled again and nodded your understanding. Frankly, you were too tired to keep fighting him on this. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be a bad thing.

The Doctor left the room to grab some medicine and a warm cup of tea and honey. When he returned, you were still bundled up in the blankets, sniffling quietly.

He handed you the medicine and a glass of water, watching as you took it. When you were done, he swapped the glass of water for the tea.

“It will help you feel better, I promise,” he urged, wrapping your hands around the warm mug. The steam wafting from the cup was so enticing he didn’t have to ask you twice. You drank the tea happily, the warm liquid heating your body and clearing your sinuses and throat a bit. When you were done, the Doctor took the cup back from you.

“Why would you hide something like this from me?” he said, his eyebrows knit together. He was genuinely concerned about you, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him a bit that you hadn’t felt safe enough to let him know you were sick.

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” you whispered, frowning slightly.

“You’re not a burden,” he responded, shaking his head without hesitation.

“What about the moon landing?”

“It will still be there when you are feeling better.”

“And you?”

“I’ll also be here,” he smiled warmly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. All of time and space could wait, right now all that mattered to him was getting his favorite companion feeling better.

“Now, get some rest. Please,” he whispered, tucking the blankets around you again, ensuring you were safely bundled up in bed. When he was done, he gently kissed your forehead before getting up to leave.

“Doctor?”

“Hm?” He hummed, his hand hovering over your door handle.

“Will you stay with me?” you whispered. A grin took over the Doctor’s face. He slipped his shoes off quickly before practically leaping into your bed. He was always game for a good cuddle.

“I don’t wanna get you sick,” you argued as he snuggled in next to you, opening his arms as an invitation.

“Superior Time Lord immune system,” he shrugged, beckoning you into his arms. You obliged, wrapping your arms around his slender middle.

“Not everything Time Lord is superior,” you grumbled, burning your face in his chest. In response, he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “Except maybe the cuddles,” you murmured, nuzzling slightly against his chest. Blimey, he was a good cuddler. He chuckled and placed another gentle kiss on your head.

You sniffled again and sneezed against him before quickly apologizing. At this point, you were bound to get him sick too.

“Don’t worry about it,” he cooed, brushing his thumb against your cheek comfortingly. “It’s gonna take more than the sniffles to get rid of me,” he reassured. Getting sick from you was the least of his worries right now.

“Now, get some rest,” he whispered into your hair, resting his face on the top of your head. You didn’t protest this time, you were way too comfortable. Happy and safe in his arms you found yourself quickly drifting off to sleep.

The Doctor was soon to follow, exhausted from all of your travels, though he would never admit it.

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bakubunny · 8 months

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i’m sure that this won’t get traction but

where are the smutty x reader fics of jacked guys loving on girls who aren’t tiny 20 year old darlings, but those guys sure as hell make you feel that way?

give me sugar daddy!toji who wants a sweet cutie pie that’s not half his age. give me pro hero!deku that loves your curves and can manhandle you better than anyone else. give me daddy!gojo who loves your laugh lines and digs his fingers into your soft flesh any chance he gets. give me a dabi who finds the readers that aren’t perfectly conventionally attractive sexy as fuck and wants every inch of them in the best and/or darkest ways. give me pro hero!bkg who gets turned on by your first gray hairs because he knows that he is the one that gets to fuck you senseless for the rest of your lives.

give me the unconventional. send recs. i’m desperate.

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sillyunknownkitkat · 5 months

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Undertale, Underswap, and underfell brothers react to a reader (platonic or not) that is hyper sexual

Minor dni pls, vague nsfw under the cut and sentive topics

No dni banner because there's nothing really explicit but it's implied

Undertale :

Sans

He noticed slight changes in your attitude before your crisis started. You were getting more and more bold, which is quite unusual for you.

Sans was worried for the few day you disappeared but understood that you may not want him to know about your problems. It didn't make him any less curious though.

It was a week after your first "symptoms" that he really got worried. So he went to your hiding place to confront you about it.

"Knock knock" Sans said, standing right in front of the bedroom's door.

"Sans?" You asked surprised and a bit panicked.

"S'not how the joke goes, kid. Knock knock." His tone wasn't particularly harsh, but he made it clear that he wasn't leaving. He used a tone that you had learned to interpret since knowing him.

"Who's there?" You said recluantly, you didn't want anyone to know about your bad habits

"Will." You thought for a bit, trying to guess the end of the joke but couldn't figure it out with your head still full of what's currently going on

"Will who?" Sans smiles a bit. Even in bad times, he still likes his jokes. It helps him relax a little.

"Will you open the door so we can talk face to face?"

So after putting on a sweatshirt and pyjama's pants, you get up and open the door.

"Hey.." You look down at his slippers.

"Hey, how 'bout we sit down and talk a bit, mh? M'not upset with you, just worried."

After you both settle down on the bed, you bring your knees to your chest and wait for him to start talking.

"Soooo, what's up, kiddo?"

Yeah... This is awkward for the both of you

So after you explained the things you were doing and how you felt while he patiently listened, he just asked you one thing.

"Is it because of a traumatic event you've been through?"

Now I let you decide what happened or not because everyone is different, but let's just say that if a person did something to make you feel that way, they're going to have a not so friendly chat with Sans.

Papyrus

Now, this cutie definitely didn't wait to ask you what was going on. I imagine him being autistic

So, while our pretty boy is definitely not stupid, I like to think he still struggles a bit with social clues. This means that he did ask you as soon as he noticed, but it might have taken quite a while.

Now, we all now Sans almost canonically struggles with depression so Paps can definitely help you a bit.

So, since no one can resist that cool face, you explained what was going on and let me tell you... That man was upset! Not at you but at the fact that you felt that way and he couldn't do anything about it. Not that it was his fault, but yk (*￣∇￣)ノ

Now he spent days telling you how amazing you were, how he loved you (platonically or not *wink wink*), and trying to get you attention on something else than your problem so you'd feel better.

Because you do. Not "maybe", you do 😭🔫😾

The cat is me, obviously 🙄

Underswap :

Blue (sans)

Might get hate on this one, but I think he struggles with hypersexuality too. I don't remember who's Au's it is, but there is one where he's popular on Instagram and where he's close friend with Viper (sf sans from that au which I use). So he knew what was going on before you told him.

Bb explained that he was like that, too, so you guys took care of each other :3

Like getting in comfy clothes, cooking a bit, cuddling, watching a movie, ... whatever you want!

And like spa treatments to echother too!

I'll probably write a part two for him in the future because, like this scenario + him, it's just ✨️perfect✨️

Stretch (us papyrus)

Even tho he's younger than blue, he still took care of his brother and therefore knew what was going on too. So when he sees you, he just picks you up with his magic, drags you to the couch, and pretty much instantly falls asleep on you. Well, he's not really sleeping, but you don't know that.

After a while, you start to cry silently because you feel kind of disgusting. Stretch cling to you a tiny bit harder and starts to purr "in his sleep" to try and console you.

Yes, skeletons purr, don't ask me why or how.

Anyway, after a while of being soothed, you fall asleep, and Stretch is smiling like an idiot because he managed to help you even the tiniest bit.

After both of you wake up, he goes to ask Blue what he can do to help you and apply with the wtv he tells him.

Blue might even join to talk to you a bit :)

Underfell :

Red (uf sans)

He knew what was going on but didn't want to bother you with it. The man already knows how hard it is when you're going through tough times.

So he kinda let you be but sometimes he comes buy and offer you to do some things.

It's not in a really nice way but not rude either, just a bit rough, I guess

He was like, "How 'bout you do something instead of just lying there, huh?"

He is not an asshole. He just grew up in a difficult world and therefore kinda has a stick stuck up in his non-existent ass.

If you don't move, he'll literally drag you out of bed and sit you on the couch with a movie already picked paused on the TV.

If you talk about it, he'll listen and suggest things that might help you, but if you don't, he'll do whatever he can while being "subtle."

Edge (uf papyrus)

He catched you crying when he opened the door of your bedroom to ask you to come downstairs since dinner was ready. Now Edge is by no means a cruel person, but he had to do things to survive in the underground. I like to think that when they all got out, he and Red cut links with most of the other monsters.

So now he got quite a lot softer, but it's still Edge, so don't expect too much.

He sat down next to you and brung a hand to your back (a bit awkwardly, but the man is learning people)

"I'M HERE IF YOU NEED TO TALK." he told you in the softest voice he could manage to get out (it wasn't soft, but since you know him and how he talked you understood that he was trying)

Same as his brother, if you talk, he'll listen, but he might be a bit more insistant with his advice. Again, not in a rude way, just in his way of saying thing.

If you don't, he'll probably get a little offended that you don't trust him even after he tried his best to be soft but still understands why you may not want to talk about your problems.

Not verified afterwards, sorry ;^;

So this is it :) it's a bit shitty ngl but I tried my best.

Kinda self indulge, honestly, but I'm better now so dw

If you have a similar problem or even another one, my dm's are opened, don't stay alone in your misery.

I might not answer right away (I live in Western Europe), but I will as soon as I can

Have a good day/night, and be safe, everyone. <3

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cyyfics · 7 months

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I wanna write smth abt Simon but idk what 🙁

Someone pls send Simon petrikov x reader reqs pls and thank you

🙏🙏🙏

#simon petrikov smut #simon petrikov x reader smut #simon petrikov x reader #simon petrikov #adventure time smut #adventure time x reader smut #adventure time x reader #adventure time #send requests #send recs please #send asks #send anons

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midnight-black2 · 9 days

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𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : jann didn't expect to find himself being caught getting off to you, let alone be touched by you.

disclaimers : dom!reader, sub!jann, masturbation (m receiving), praise, a bit of begging, slight degradation if you squint, honestly probably more i'm forgetting but you get the point

jann couldn't stop.

every single thought that filled his pretty little mind was you. from the moment he woke up, to the moment he fell asleep. hell, he even dreamt of you.

he couldn't stop himself.

he knew he should've had better self control. i mean, who touches themself to the thought of their roommate? but how could he possibly not at the same time? it was so incredibly insatiable. you, were so incredibly insatiable.

his own big hand sliding up and down along his cock. crying out, so so loudly. what ever possessed him to think sharing a home with you was a good idea? you could have walked in any minute, and he would have been utterly fucked out, and shit out of luck since he couldn't seem to find the power to stop. he wasn't sure if he would've been more mortified or turned on if you found him; legs spread, slight arch in his back, moaning your name.

and he wished he heard the front door creak open. he wished he would've heard the footsteps. but he was so close, he couldn't just abruptly stop. and the only thing he could hear was his own lewd noises. you almost dismissed it as well, almost. you wanted to spare him the embarrassment, but that was until you heard him say something between the high pitched whines and small whimpers.

"please, don't stop y/n," he moaned. your name. he moaned your name. you froze in your tracks, heat spreading throughout your body as you inched closer to the door.

"o-oh god, fuck please," jann's hand was set at a somewhat speedy, steady pace. he could feel himself growing nearer and nearer toward cumming. what did you want to do? you found it utterly adorable how he gets off to the thought of you the way he does. though at the same time, what were you supposed to do? simply walk in? tease him? perhaps get in a quick fuck? no. no no no no no. how could you forget?

jann was a virgin.

although, that does make it all the more exciting. he must be so sensitive...exhilarating.

so with all of your better senses screaming at you to stop, to spare yourself from an addiction you knew was going to grow from this, you grabbed onto the door handle. and all at once barged into his room. right as you did so, there it was. with pleasure painted upon his face, he came. his thick hot load came shooting out, and in the most pornographic way possible painted half of his chest that was heaving up and down as he fruitlessly tried to regulate his breathing. when he finally realized you were standing in the door frame, staring, maybe judging, he was mortified, to say the least.

he swiftly covered his entire body with his duvet, and his eyes darted around. "i-i, uhm, what are you...?" he stammered. his eyes were starting to water a bit. was he about to...cry? awww.

"i heard you," you said, getting to point as you took a step further. he wanted to cry. he wanted to disappear. god he wanted to be anywhere you weren't. how was he supposed to respond? beg for your forgiveness? say he would leave the house if you wanted? oh, he didn't know.

"y/n i'm so, so sorry i just..." jann began, the words dying on his tongue without a chance. he mustered up a bit of courage. he wanted to try to explain himself, but what was there to explain? "please, please i know you must think im such a...a p-perverted weirdo but..."

"no-well i mean...yeah, but i don't hold it against you," you replied, a smirk growing on your lips. jann faltered, he felt your demeanor change. you walked closer to his bed. "...cmon then, the least you could do is show me." jann audibly gulped, as he looked down to his hands.

"why-why do you want me to do that?" he queried, eyes still not quite meeting up to yours. he felt the mattress dip a bit as you sat down; his breathing started to quicken. there was a moment of silence as you thought of an answer. why did you want him to do that? well, you wanted to make him even more embarrassed after all, and who wouldn't want to see him completely exposed?

you hooked his chin beneath your finger before lifting his head up gently to meet your eyes. you said without any remorse, "because, i want to see the mess you made for me." jann didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything. he decided not to. his hand was shaking as it went to reach for the edge of the duvet to lift it off of himself. how could he not take an order from you? so, he did what was told.

there was his mess everywhere. in his lower abdomen, along his happy trail, on his cock (which was almost abnormally big but we'll dismiss that for now), and on his bedsheets. his cheeks became impossibly brighter red, as he looked down at himself--at the mess he made.

"my, my, jann. you were quite excited, who got you like that, hm?" you teased, wanting to see how he would react. he met your gaze once again, and he breathed in deeply, feeling as if he might pass out.

"i-you. you did," he stutters out, his body tensing as you run your hand along his thigh beneath the covers.

"how dirty, jann," you uttered, with a small tsk. he felt himself hardening again, not only at your touch but your words as well. he needed you more than he needed the air in his lungs. your hand inched closer and closer to the place he wanted you to touch and tease the most. your fingers grazed the tip, and he actually let out a whimper at that. his fingers weakly wrapped around your wrist.

"please, y/n," he breathed out, looking up into your eyes with his doe ones, all glassy and needy.

"please what, pretty boy?" you asked, your pinter finger dragging up and down his length. he whined, it was soft, but definitely loud enough to hear.

"please touch me," he begged, heart beating in his chest quite loudly. that was all he needed to say before your hand formed an o shape that started pumping him.

"a-ah, fuck," he moaned breathily. he was so sensitive as it was his second time being touched this night.

"has anyone ever touched you like this, jann?" you asked, curious as to if you were his first for being touched.

"n-no, no," jann gingerly answered, almost embarrassed. you grinned. your hand started speeding up. your leg spread across to his other hip, now straddling him. you leaned in to kiss his neck, lips attaching to his smooth skin. kissing, sucking, licking, biting, but softly.

"fuck y/n, i don't think i'll last long when you do that," jann whimpered out. you smiled into his skin. you teased his tip a bit, then moved your hand back along his entire cock.

"h-hah, i can't-i think im gonna-" jann couldn't seem to finish his sentence.

"it's alright pretty boy, just cum for me," you instructed, and that's what he did. his back arched a bit as his hips bucked up, he let out a frail moan, tears that were earlier threatening to spill come flooding down his cheeks. he's shaking, only a bit, but he was still shaking. it was so different when you were the one touching him.

long story short, your little interactions did not end there.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥,

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#gran turismo #jann mardenborough #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #smut #send requests #send recs please

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livlaughloveluke · 1 month

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can i get a moodboard based off the song kiss me for luke ❤️❤️

luke castellan x reader based off the song “kiss me”

[request/talk to me]

#luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #moodboard #luke castellan moodboard #kiss me #send recs please #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you

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k-9snursery · 2 months

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25 Days of Agere Moodboards: Day Eleven

a moodboard inspired by a character you want to be your caregiver

Scrooge mcduck!! XD

🐣 Inbox: 0

📗 Requests: Open

#age dreaming #age regressor #agere blog #non community agere #agere moodboards #25 days of agere moodboards #actually autistic #agere moodboard #autism #age regression sfw #agere stimboard #stimboard #stimblr #send requests #send recs please #agere outfit #agere requests

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mxpotter · 1 year

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LIFEWEAVER HEADCANONS × DEATH MANIPULATION READER

Okay I'm so happy with response on that last post[thank you bestie @vintage-cherrylady for the reboot! And check her out as well!]

But thank you all for the support on that one and my other ones. Thank you for anonymous request for requesting this.[I'm not quite sure how too put your comment

Lifeweaver, I feel like he would be immediately drawn to you

Most likely because he was intrigued to find a person so closely resembling death

He would notice your eyes, your light paleskin, your lifeless stature

He would go up to talk to you and very clearly notice the differences between the both of you

He would love to get to know you more and the very big differences

Your lifeless eyes compared to his lively ones

Your pale foggy skin as opposed to his tan brown skin

I feel like he would try and study you and the contrasts

As he noticed the flowers wilt, he would honestly be upset, but he would ask you all about it and be so infatuated with your power, similar to a little kid on Christmas

If he were to ever make you smile, we would be beaming! He finally got to see the 'life' in your eyes

Notice anything different? When he starts wearing darker clothing

If you were to gift him dead flowers, he would be ecstatic! He would want to bring them back to life, but then he would remember it's a gift from you

A dark and wilted away rose, he would keep it as is and maybe make little bookmarks out of it

[Speaking of bookmarks] I feel like someone whom resembles death would be quiet and keep to oneself so I feel like he would love to just read with you ‘quietly’ he would be talking so much just because he gets to talk to someone as yourself

He would also sneak some glances at you

“For research purposes-” he would say to sym after being caught in 4k plain sight

If you were to think that your different and not accepted or feared by others he would make it known too the whole world that you are accepted and appreciated(and loved) if not by anyone buy by him

[We love a supportive and caring hubby!]

Extra headcanons[I might make this a thing if you guys want ofc]:

He would love to sit by the poolside, sea side, or dock and put his feet in the water thinking about things but also admiring life and its beauty as the sunsets

He would also be the person to say, drink your water, then not drink water at all- like

"Tea isn't water!" You would say. "But it's made with water!" Lifeweaver would snap back.

[Oh, and he loves Boba-]

Also, gardening is one of his favorite things to do while winding down and trying not to stress about anything college or family related

CEO pt.2 of puns and dad jokes-

When you're sad, expect a bunch of cheesy puns-

[I also almost made this an imagine halfway through the first time, so if you want that, let me know! Also, sorry it was kinda short, I think]

This is all! I hope this one was good it was honestly difficult to write about, but that's what made it fun to write. Plus, the request was different, and I really like that! So please request more! Also, some stories in the future might be delayed cause my life is sucky right not but I would love to still write to please do send some ideas!! Love you all!

#lifeweaver overwatch #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #newwriter #send requests #please #overwatch #please request #overwatch imagines #overwatch headcanons #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #send me asks #send recs please #overwatch incorrect quotes

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crushing-on-fictional-men · 10 months

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Yallll okay so I got a request for a enemies to lovers with Spencer!! I’m not gonna lie I falling out of love with Spencer😔😔 send me requests also!! I have no thoughts in my brain. Some one tell me to finish this? any who here a sneak peak?!?

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You open your eyes feeling heat and weight to your right. You feel something under your back, and something wrapped around your chest. Your back is pressed against something and your ass is being ground against. You come to realize it’s Spencer, whimpering your name as he dry humped you in his sleep. You let out a loud laugh.

“Wha-“ Spencer says as he realized the situation. “I-“ he goes to say but is cut off by your laughs. “Shit.” He sighs and releases you from your grasp.

“What the fuck.” You laugh. Spencer rubs his nose bridge. “I'm sorry, what just happened?”

“You know what happened.” His voice is calm, too calm.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just go back to bed.” He says turning over.

“Don’t you want to finish?” You say at first as a joke, but the way his head spins around you know he didn’t take it that way. His face is puzzled.

“What?” He sits up and you do the same.

#send recs please #spencer x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #send me requests

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magiccath · 2 months

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The Prettiest Alien

tenth doctor x reader (fairly ambiguous relationship)

Summary: In which the Doctor gets a skirt

A/N: he'd look amazing in a skirt, fight me on it

The Doctor loved little shops. They were probably his favorite of all the things in the vast universe. You could find just about anything in a shop, even things you didn’t know you needed. Every time he passed a little shop he had to fight the urge to go in. You never knew what treasures could be waiting inside, his favorite coat had come from a shop on the West side of London. His life would have been miserable if he hadn’t gone into that shop.

Imagine his surprise and joy when the two of you stumbled across a little village full of small shops. The two of you spent the whole day there, just walking about. You spent hours exploring the village, peering into the windows. You would go into a few, browsing all kinds of goods.

As you passed a shop window, the Doctor had an unmistakable look of joy and childish excitement. You looked into the window to discover a shop entirely devoted to rubber ducks. The Doctor sprinted inside without waiting for you, already gaping at all of the themed ducks. He held one up to you as you walked in, pointing enthusiastically at its purple wizard hat.

“Did you know the original rubber duck didn’t even float? It was solid,” he explained as he pulled his glasses out of his coat to look at the various ducks better. He studied them the same way that he did the various alien languages on the TARDIS console that you couldn’t read.

Later, he ended up rummaging around his coat pockets for Earth money, making you hold the various coins as he pulled them from his endless pockets, trying to find enough to buy a pair of duck-patterned socks.

Really, you were just happy to just trail behind him, looking at the bits and bobs as he rambled on about everything and nothing.

After a few hours of browsing, the Doctor stopped in front of a little boutique. He stared at the display with wide eyes, clearly admiring the mannequin. You peered over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. The window display was small with just one outfit styled for passersby to look at. The simple, sleek mannequin was dressed up in a dusty pink tulle skirt paired with a flowery blouse. You couldn’t help but think it was entirely Parisian.

“Let’s go in!” You smiled at the Doctor, noticing his interest in the display. You didn't think much of it initially, considering you had been looking at the display with the same interest.

The Doctor momentarily blushed before following you into the shop silently, keeping his head down in a very uncharacteristic manner. He followed you as you wandered through the shop, your hands brushing over the fancy and expensive garments.

“I’ve always loved looking at stuff like this,” you giggled as you held up a fancy garment, your fingers rubbing against the silky fabric. The Doctor simply nodded, his silence confusing to you. He was usually extremely talkative, even when he didn’t need to be. Usually, he would be making some comment about the fabric - telling you the strange origins of the print or explaining how silk was made in more detail than you were typically comfortable with. Instead, he was just standing there awkwardly as you chattered on every now and then. It was a dramatic change from just a few short hours ago and it left you wondering what was wrong.

Deciding he was just uncomfortable in such a fancy store, you suggested that the two of you move on to others. The Doctor blushed, his eyes darting around the room before nodding.

On the way out, you passed the rack of dusty pink skirts that had been in the display window. The Doctor halted, his slender fingers momentarily brushing against the puffy tulle. You stopped as well, taking in his gentle expression as he looked upon the skirts.

That’s when it hit you. The Doctor wasn’t uncomfortable in the shop because he felt out of place or even out of disinterest. He wanted the skirt. The Doctor wasn’t one to ask for things, especially unconventional things.

“Do you wanna wait outside? I’m gonna grab a few things,” you suggested with a soft smile.

The Doctor pulled himself from his thoughts. He quickly withdrew his hand from the skirt, almost as if he was afraid it would burn him. His head hung in embarrassment, hoping you hadn’t paid too much attention to him.

“Yeah, I’ll just head across the street, I think there’s a sweets shop,” he said, rushing his words. You nodded in agreement and he practically darted out the door, speed walking away from you anxiously. You laughed to yourself before turning your attention to the skirts.

They really were beautiful, and they even had pockets! Donna would be proud, she was always an advocate for things having pockets, especially after her chaotically disastrous wedding. You flicked through the skirts, looking for one that was relatively the Doctor’s size. It wasn’t hard, he had such a slender waist.

You picked out the skirt and carried it over to the counter, handing it to the lady proudly.

“Fantastic choice,” she smiled as she wrung you up, “did your boyfriend pick it out for you?” She asked, gesturing her head to the door, clearly referring to the Doctor.

You shook your head and handed her your card, “no, it’s for him,” you said simply. It wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Thankfully, it wasn’t for the cashier either.

“It will look great on him,” she said, carefully wrapping the skirt in some tissue paper before sliding it into a bag and handing it over to you. You smiled down at the parcel, feeling a warmth in your heart. You thanked her before rushing out of the store to find the Doctor, clutching the bag to your chest protectively.

He didn’t question your bag, especially since you had told him you were going to get something. He just assumed you had treated yourself to something nice.

As the two of you walked back to the TARDIS at the end of the day he finally gathered the courage to ask, “What did you end up getting?”

You followed his eyeline to the bag in your hands. He was looking down at it with thinly veiled interest, clearly excited to see what was inside.

“When we get inside I can show you,” you offered, holding the door to the ship open for him. He nodded as he walked inside. You followed him, setting the bag down on the console. The Doctor was doing a rubbish job of hiding his excitement as you pulled your coat off and got comfortable. The way he was eyeing the bag reminded you of an eager kid waiting to open Christmas presents.

Finally, you pulled the skirt out of the bag, unwrapping the tissue paper so you could hold it up.

“It’s beautiful-” the Doctor exhaled, looking at the skirt with admiration.

“It’s for you,” you explained, handing the skirt over to him. He took the skirt from you, holding it in his hands with a delicacy that was extremely rare for the Time Lord.

“For me?” He asked, clearly confused. He looked down at the skirt in his hands, his face a mix of conflicting emotions.

“I could tell you liked it and you deserved a present,” you smiled.

“You got me a skirt?” he asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“I thought you might like it…” you whispered, suddenly worried that you had misinterpreted his interest in the skirt.

“You’re ok with me wearing a skirt?” he asked, his eyes almost watery as he said it.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you frowned. “If it was an ugly skirt maybe I’d have issues with it, but it’s a really pretty skirt.”

“You got me a skirt,” the Doctor whispered, looking back down at it with a loving smile.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “D’you wanna try it on? I had to guess on your size.”

The Doctor nodded, quickly unzipping the skirt. He didn’t even bother with taking his trousers off before slipping it on. He buttoned the skirt and looked down at his new piece of clothing, grinning like a madman.

“It looks great, even with the trousers,” you chuckled, honestly just happy to see the Doctor this overjoyed. You had seen him happy plenty of times, but this was a different kind of happy.

“Really?” he asked, almost self-consciously.

“Prettiest Time Lord I’ve ever seen,” you teased, leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly.

“I’m the only Time Lord you’ve ever seen… Well, besides the Master.”

“Fine, the prettiest alien I’ve been. By far,” you smiled, adjusting his tie. The Doctor’s cheeks slightly reddened at your compliment, which was a rare occurrence. Usually, he was the one making you a blushing mess.

“I really mean it,” you whispered earnestly. The skirt really did suit him.

The Doctor grinned, kissing you quickly, his own way of saying “thank you”

After that, the Doctor started wearing his new skirt all the time. You really loved when you would walk into the control room and he’d be sitting on the floor like a child, the skirt pooling out beneath him as he worked on the console. You loved seeing his mismatched socks sticking over the top of his Converse, the perfectly chaotic pairing for such an elegant skirt.

You ended up buying him another one. And another one after that. One needs variety, after all.

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