I listened both Bloom Town Genesis and Exodus at work in the span of two days and I'm afraid I will never find anything like that and I will mourn those books like they are my late wives
Summary: After feeling insecure about her body, (previous chubby!reader, but can be read by non-chubby reader I think), the Doctor shows Y/n just how much he loves it.
"Say it." He commands, voice thick. Y/n's mouth stays open as she looks up to the ceiling, her thick thighs wrapped around the Doctor as he thrusts into her pussy. "Now."
"I-I can't." She manages to cry out, eyes closing tightly as the knot in her belly tightens. The Doctor growls, digging his nails into her hips, the mixture of the spark of pain and pure pleasure making her clench around him.
"Be a good girl and say it." He grunts as his hips thrust harder and faster. Y/n moans loudly as he brushes against her clit with every push. The noise is probably enough to wake Rose from down the corridor, but if anything, that just motivates the Doctor more.
"Please, I-" She's on the verge of coming, and he knows, so he slows down.
"Say it!" He yells, his hips slowing to an almost stop, causing a whine of desperation and protest to leave Y/n's lips. "If you don't say it, I won't let you cum."
"Oh, my-" Y/n whimpers, her face heating as she shyly avoids his eyes. He removes one hand from her hip and forcefully turns her head to meet his.
"I'll stop." He threatens.
In an act of desperation as the feeling begins to dissipate with his halted movements, Y/n quickly mutters the words he had been demanding of her since the beginning. Since he kissed her neck, then her belly, then her thighs. When he mumbled while sucking her clit, to now as he demands her to say it as he pushes into her so deep. "I'm perfect."
To taunt her further, he leans down, still refusing to move his hips as his cock was buried in her soaking sex. "Couldn't hear you."
"I'm perfect!" She screams. Begs. He smirks, finally satisfied as he begins to move again, causing a gasp to leave both of their lips.
"That's it," He praises softly, giving her a quick kiss before resuming to his vigorous thrusting. "such a good girl. Well done, my angel. And you know what happens to good girls, don't you?" He teases, their skin slapping and headboard banging filling the room. "They get rewarded."
With that, he uses his fingers to rub her clit as he fucks her. She moans loudly, tits bouncing with every hard plunge of his cock deep into her. "Cum for me, angel." He whispers, the feeling of her clenching around him urging him to his own release. "Fuck, angel, cum for me, you can do it."
cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.
this thought came to me as i tried to push my way through watching wuthering heights…
gwayne hightower is the epitome of what a knight should be. he’s caring, noble, and gentle to those who need him most. some would say, the gentlest touch he could ever deliver is when he is brushing the hair off of his lady wife’s shoulders, resting his hands on the supple skin before pressing delicate kisses to the back of her neck.
whispers are common in court, lords and ladies needing something to fuel the otherwise dull lives that they live. when word spread of ser gwayne’s marriage, noble ladies scoffed, fluttering their fans a little faster as their whispers came out as conspiratorial attacks.
“i heard she rarely speaks,” a lady manderly had whispered to her court companions, suppressing a sigh as your nimble and doe-like features crossed through her mind like a ship on water. “the girl is as timid as a mouse. most definitely not fit for a man in such high ranking.”
these whispers weren’t unknown to you, the prickly jabs and sickly sweet veiled insults cutting far more deeper than you’d have hoped. even gwayne’s sister, the dowager queen alicent, smiled at you thinly, raising her brow in silent judgement as she watched her brother usher you around with a hand on your lower back and comfort-filled whispers in your ear.
“don’t listen to them,” gwayne had told you one rainy night, a comb clasped in his palm as he brushed through your hair with the delicate hand most knights couldn’t produce. “i adore you so very dearly, my darling love. no one can hinder the way the muscle in my chest beats at the sound of your name.”
you sighed a sweet breath that went straight into gwayne’s veins, warming his blood and making him feel as though he was walking through sunshine. “they don’t believe i am a good fit for you.” the words came out in an airy whisper, your voice never raising more than a couple of octaves. “even your sister thinks i’m too meek in my speech, judging me behind her thinly veiled crowns and title.”
gwayne’s ministrations halted, the brush rooting itself into the mid section of your long tresses. with the delicacy of a sheet of silk, gwayne placed his hands on your shoulder, leaning down until his face was beside yours. his chin brushed your own, the softness of his lips placing themselves slowly and faintly on your cheek. with the agility of a swan gliding through water, gwayne pressed kisses all over your face, lips halting over your eyelid as a giggle breached through your lungs.
“my sister may be queen, but she’s a fool when it comes to her thoughts on you.” a soft kiss was laid on your brow, gwayne moving back to continue brushing your hair. few words were spoken between the two of you, yet that didn’t matter, for all gwayne required was your sweet presence.
·˚ ༘ ꒱ ten teaching you how to fly the tardis <3 (wc: 0.5k)
your hands gently gripped the bars of the tardis’ console while your eyes watched the doctor instruct you on what exactly to do.
he spoke calmly with a pleasant smile on his face, like he was glad to be teaching you.
you kind of just stared at the expression on his face for a moment, from how the curve of his lips framed his almost perfect teeth, from the colour of his lips and how it contrasted against his skin, how his eyes would flicker between you and the tardis as he spoke.
his voice snapped you back into focus a moment later.
“-and then you just pull that, and hold that… and then you’ve got her steady.” ten said, taking his eyes off the various rows of random buttons and levers that adorned his tardis to glance at you.
what was that first half?
you just gave him a simple nod, briefly hesitating and trying to remember the first half of what he said. you’d been too busy admiring him to notice. the doctor appeared to take it as hesitancy regarding flying the tardis.
“should be easy, really. just do as i said and you’ll be alright.” he reassured, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving it a tiny squeeze.
in an attempt of feigning listening to what he said, you reached forward to press one of the many buttons.
“not that one, love.” tens voice called, slight amusement lacing his tone.
upon reaching out again for a different button, the doctor gently tugged the shoulder his hand was resting on to nudge you in front of him.
“you didn’t listen to a word i said, did you?” he asked, but he didn’t sound mad. he just smiled, like he found it funny. “too busy staring at my face?”
you decided to retaliate. “well, maybe i was.”
ten shook his head slightly before he leaned down and placed a brief kiss on your cheek before standing at his full height again. “go on, try again.”
when you reached out this time, ten leaned down a bit and gently placed his hand over yours, guiding your hand to a lever slightly to your left. he let you pull the lever, but navigated you through which buttons to press.
“there you go!” he grinned once the tardis started whooing. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. “told you, it’s not so difficult.”
“that’s just because you’ve been doing it for nine hundred years, and i’ve been doing it for less than ten minutes.” you pointed out.
“oh, you had it. just needed a few pointers.” he said. “nothing with you, it’s your first time. you did great anyway, love.”
he guided you across the console a moment later, already prepared to guide you to specific buttons. his question came a moment later.
warnings: reader does get injured but I don’t go into any gory details
The TARDIS was quiet. Alarmingly quiet. Too quiet for the Doctor’s liking which usually meant something very, very wrong had happened.
Which, in fairness, it had. You were sitting on the jump seat, clutching your arm, trying and failing to look like you weren’t in pain. There was a tear in your jacket sleeve, blood seeping through your fingers, and an expression somewhere between guilt and stubborn bravery.
The Doctor paced in frantic circles around you, hair even messier than usual. “Right! Okay! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant idea, running toward the exploding crystalline vines. Genius-level thinking, that.”
“Doctor-“
“No, no, don’t interrupt, I’m on a roll.” He pointed an accusing finger at you, eyes too wild to be truly angry. “What sort of human just charges in like that? You don’t have regeneration! You have-” he flailed his hands at you, searching for the right words, “bones! And blood! And squishy bits!”
“Everyone has squishy bits.”
“Exactly! And you nearly got yours rearranged!” You sighed, wincing as your arm throbbed. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Yes, it was” His voice softened immediately at the sight of you flinching. “Come here. Let me see.” He knelt in front of you, sonic screwdriver humming softly as he scanned your arm. His expression went from panicked to focused until he saw the deeper damage beneath the torn skin. His jaw tensed. He didn’t often look his age. But right now, under the glow of the TARDIS lights, he looked ancient.
“Why do you do this” he murmured, not quite a question but not quite an accusation. “Why do you throw yourself in danger for me?”
Your breath caught. “…Because I care.” The Doctor froze. You hadn't meant to say it so plainly but now it was in the air between you, soft and fragile and terrifying. He swallowed. “You shouldn’t.”
“And why not?”
“Because you’re human,” he said quietly. “You break. You bleed. And one day-“ His voice cracked as he wrapped the bandage around your arm. “one day I won’t be fast enough.” You reached for his hand. He let you take it, but he looked away, jaw tight.
“I know I’m human,” you said gently. “But I’m here because I want to be.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
He finally looked at you, eyes dark and aching and so full of fear it made your heart clench. “The point is that I can lose planets and keep going.”
His voice dipped, soft and raw.
“But if I lose you? I don’t know if I will.”
Your chest tightened at the quiet confession.“Doctor…” He shook his head quickly, trying to retreat into himself. “Forget I said that. Don’t- don’t read into it. I ramble. I’m a rambler. Always rambling. Classic me.” He stood abruptly, turning away as if distance could erase the vulnerability he’d just shown. But you stood too ignoring the sting in your arm and caught his sleeve.
“Doctor. Look at me.” Slowly, reluctantly, he did. His eyes were glassy, guarded, so very lonely.
You stepped closer. “I’m not leaving,” you whispered. “Hurt or not. Human or not. I’m staying with you.”
He exhaled like the words knocked the air out of him. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” he whispered. “I’ll believe them.”
“I want you to.”
Something in him cracked, the facade slipping as he reached out and cupped the uninjured side of your face. His hand was warm. Shaking.
“You terrify me,” he murmured. “Because you make me care too much.” You leaned into his touch. “You’re allowed.”
A soft, startled breath escaped him half laugh, half sob. Then he pulled you into him, careful of your arm but holding you firmly, as though he needed the reassurance you were still there.
His chin rested atop your head. Your hands curled into the fabric of his coat. “I’ve travelled with so many people,” he whispered into your hair. “And you… you’re different.”
“How?” He hesitated. Then, voice barely audible,“Because losing you would hurt in a way I’m not sure I could survive.” Your heart fluttered painfully.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. He smiled. A real one. Soft and hopeful and a little bit fragile.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because I rather like having you here.” He bumped his forehead lightly against yours. “And I plan to keep you as safe as a human can possibly be on a time machine that crashes more often than it flies.”
You laughed. “That’s not very safe.”
“No,” he agreed, brushing a stray hair from your face with unexpected tenderness, “but I’ll try my very best.” And with that, he wrapped you in his arms again warm, worried and fiercely protective as the TARDIS hummed around you like she approved.
Hi could I please request a dark 10 x fem reader where he’s keeping reader in the tardis and she’s starting to fall for him / get Stockholm syndrome? Thank you! Your writing brings me immense amounts of joy and you write dark 10 sooooo incredibly well I can’t get enough
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Of course anon! You know how much I love writing dark fics and hope you like the fic :)
Title: Wanting to Stay
Warnings: dark fic, Stockholm Syndrome, reference physical violence, reference psychological violence, imprisonment
You sat tense in your seat as you looked around the cafe. Around you everyone was getting on with their lives. Meeting up with friends or family or loved ones. But you, well, you were alone.
Literally speaking that was.
The Doctor had been with you earlier but he had dashed off practically as soon as you had sat down. He had mentioned something about UNIT and then he had vanished into the crowds. Was this your chance? A chance to vanish just like he had? Or was this just another test?
You winced and rubbed your arm as you remembered the last tests. The tests that you had failed so spectacularly. When the Doctor landed back on earth, just moments after the two of you had left. You had tried to run but he was clearly expecting that. He had made sure to remind you exactly what happened if you would ever leave the TARDIS without him.
It had taken months for the bruises to fade.
And now here you are. Back on earth and so achingly close to freedom. You took a shaky sip of your coffee. The hot liquid threatened to spill over the rim of the cup so you quickly put the cup back down. The last thing you wanted was to scald your freshly healed fingers. You flexed your fingers gently, glad to finally be able to move them again.
You looked up at the seat opposite you was suddenly filled. For one sickening moment you were worried that it was a stranger. The cafe was busy and people were looking somewhere to sit, even sitting with strangers. However, when you saw that it was the Doctor you relaxed slightly.
“Sorry about that,” the Doctor smiled at you, “old friend from UNIT. You know how it is. You were alright without me?”
You did. Well, used to. You knew the feeling of meeting old friends just by chance all too well. However, it had been ages since you met up with any of them. It had been ages since you had been with anyone but the Doctor.
You remembered how your heart used to flutter whenever you saw the smile of his. However, you could see the slight edge in his eyes, the tightness in his smile. You knew what he really meant. He meant that ‘did anyone approach you while I was gone’.
“Yes,” you said, “I was fine.”
You reached across the table and gave the Doctor’s hand a brief squeeze. Another thing he liked.
“And you weren’t tempted to…” the Doctor trailed off as he seemed to think about his next words, “get up at all? For a coffee or tea?”
I.E. didn’t you want to make a run for it?
“No,” you replied, “not at all. Not without you.”
“Good girl.”
You felt yourself preen at the praise. The old you would’ve hated it but this version of the Doctor was better than the man you knew he could be. He laced your fingers together, raising your hand and pressing a kiss against your knuckles. He gave your hand a tight squeeze and you resisted the urge to wince, the memory of your broken fingers swimming back up to the surface.
No.
This was better.
However much you might secretly hate yourself for giving in.
For the dark 10 could you maybe do something where he won’t let reader out of the tardis but he’s still sweet towards her and she develops Stockholm syndrome and falls for him and smut ensues? Love a dark and possessive 10. Sorry if that’s too vague or too specific I’m not great at articulating ideas lol. Thank you!
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This is perfect anon! I know exactly what you want but I can still go in a direction I want.
Hope you like the fic :)
Title: Good Girl
Warnings: dark fic, possessive behaviour, kidnapping, referenced past non con, Stockholm Syndrome, NSFW (non con/dub con)
It was getting late but you were still up reading a book. Your back was resting against the Doctor’s chest and you were sitting comfortably between his legs. The Doctor’s chin was perched on your shoulder as he read over your shoulder. Whenever he wanted you to turn a page he’d give your hip a squeeze, whether you were ready to continue the story or not.
“So,” the Doctor shattered the silence, “I was thinking. Would you like to go home?”
You tensed briefly in his arms before forcing yourself to relax. The Doctor had offered you this before and each time you had accepted and each time it ended the same- you being punished and not being able to sit comfortably for several days.
You jumped as the Doctor’s nose brushed against your cheek. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. He reached around and plucked the book from your hands, setting it aside and not caring about losing your place. He gripped your chin and tilted your head back so you were forced to look into his eyes.
“I can take you back,” he said quietly, “if that’s what you want.”
You could leave. You could go back to your old boring life. You’d see your friends and family again. But you’d never see the stars again. You’d never have any more adventures.
And, you’d never see the Doctor again.
The man who plucked you from your boring life and gave you a purpose. The man, who despite everything, you still loved.
“No.” you said at last
“No?” you could hear the surprise in the Doctor’s voice as well as a hint of amusement, “and why not? I thought you wanted to go home.”
“I want to be with you.”
The weight of those words hung heavily in the air. The Doctor pressed his forehead against yours as he said,
“Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
You gasped as the Doctor suddenly spun you onto your back. You looked up at him as he gripped your thigh and hooks it around his waist, grinding against you. You moaned desperately at the motion, wrapping your arms around him. Usually you wouldn’t be touching him without his express permission but something seemed to have switched after your words.
The Doctor leant back, still gripping your thighs. He slowly pushed your nightdress up so it was around your waist. He licked his lips as he looked down at your spread legs.
“Mine,” he said quietly, “all mine and you’re never leaving me. Not now. Not ever.”
“I never want to leave you. I won’t leave you. I-”
You were interrupted by the Doctor pushing two fingers into you. You gasped and clenched around them as he slowly crooked them. You moan and shut your eyes as you feel them press against that one stop inside of you.
“Ah, ah, ah,” said the Doctor teasingly, “did I say you could close your eyes. Open them.”
Your eyes flew open at the order and your eyes locked onto the Doctor’s brown eyes. He smiled when you obeyed as he settled his hands against the side of your head. He leant down, brushing his nose against yours.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you. I need you.”
“And what do you need me to do?”
“Fuck me!”
“Good girl.”
You watched as he pulled himself free and you groaned as he pushed in in one motion. For a moment neither of you moved, the Doctor enjoying the feeling of you clenching around him. You whined, shifting under him as you wanted him to move.
“What’s the matter,” you could hear the amusement in his voice, “you need something?”
“You to move.”
“And what do you need to say?”
“Please,” you cried, “please move.”
Slowly he began to move. Far too slow for your liking but you knew better than to push him or to give him orders. You knew your place now, which was under him. The Doctor pulled out so just the tip of his cock remained inside you before slamming back in. You yelped in pain as he began his slow, rough pace.
“Is. This. What. You. Want.” he said, each word punctuated with a hard thrust
“Doctor I-”
“Is. It.”
“Yes!” you cried out, “fuck. Doctor, I need this!”
The Doctor slammed his lips against yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, pressing down roughly on your own tongue. Gone was the slowness and he was now chasing his own release. The bedframe creaked with each thrust and your arms wrapped around him. Immediately the Doctor grabbed your wrists and pinned them down onto the pillow.
“Not yet,” he said, “ you don’t get to touch me just yet. Not until I’m done with you.”
“Yes Doctor.”
The Doctor pressed his forehead against the crook of your neck. You winced slightly as his pace got faster and rougher, slightly too rough for your tastes but this is what the Doctor wanted. Eventually you felt him shudder above you, finishing inside of you. For a moment, the Doctor didn’t move then eventually he pulled out and rolled onto his back. You could feel him cum leak out of you and he pulled you into his arms.
“Well done,” he pressed a kiss against your sweaty forehead, “you did so well for me.”
You nodded against his chest, trying to ignore how unsatisfied you felt. But this wasn’t about you. This was about the Doctor. This was for the Doctor but you knew that by now and you didn’t care. You loved him however much you didn’t want to. After all, this is what the Doctor was working towards with you.
About: The Doctor isn’t one that allows his body to control himself. However when you walk into the control room, dressed in the most beautiful cocktail dress for a party the two of you will be attending, he can’t help but want nothing more than to fuck you.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, lust, horny tenth doctor, horny reader, reader in a cocktail dress, fingering, praise, consent is sexy, p in v, cream pies, etc.
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: Border is made by @/cafekitsune. If you like, please reblog and comment! If you don’t like, don’t interact! Not proof-read in any way, shape, or form.
Traveling with The Doctor was always about saving others, running away, and looking for new ways to have an adventure. It was a life you thoroughly enjoyed as it brought meaning to a life you once considered so dull. The Doctor had taught you to live and you had taught him to slow down.
Which is why, for the first time in quite some time, The Doctor had decided to take you to a party on Earth in the 75th century. A time where all fashion, from any century, was welcome. And all species were welcome as well. A place to wind down, have a few drinks, dance, and just unwind. And after a few tantalizing adventures, it was certainly necessary.
You were stood in the TARDIS wardrobe, looking at the different dresses and gowns to wear. You wanted something shocking, something to make The Doctor look at you in amazement.
The two of you, for quite some time, have had a bit of something going on. A tension that wasn't bad by any means but something underlying that you weren't entirely sure of. It had started on a planet that was known for its exotic flowers. You saved the citizens from a pesticide that was killing its plants and as a thank you, a local had given you a flower that signified pleasure. They had said "You two ought to use this if you wish to mate," before walking away.
It had left the two of you confused with a small awkward energy lying between you two. But ultimately, The Doctor had taken the flower away from you as he didn't know how a human would react to such a plant. Turns out, it wouldn't have effected you in any way, shape, or form after further investigation but he didn't know that in the moment.
After glancing around the wardrobe, you found the perfect dress for the party. You grinned to yourself as you got yourself dressed for the wonderful night ahead of you. You were certain it would make The Doctor's eyes pop out of their sockets.
And you were right of course.
You walked out into the control room where The Doctor stood at the console, still dressed in his pinstripes and converse but without the Janis Joplin jacket, fiddling with his screwdriver. He looked up upon hearing what he assumed were your high heels hitting the grates below you. And his jaw practically fell to the floor the moment he looked at you.
There you were, dressed in a gorgeous red cocktail dress that hugged your body beautifully. The dress as a slit to it, showing off your thigh. And paired with the dress, were a sexy pair of black stilettos. The Doctor was mesmerized by your beauty.
A few minutes go by before you try to catch The Doctor's attention. He hadn't said anything during this time and part of you began to feel insecure. "Doctor?" You finally broke the silence as you raised an eyebrow.
He responded back with a hum before realizing he had been staring at you for more than a reasonable amount of time. He snapped himself out of the trance he was in and inhaled sharply and then he cleared his throat. "You-uh-" He tugged on his right ear. "You look beautiful," He said sheepishly, licking his lips as he averted his gaze.
It wasn't often that The Doctor was rendered speechless. The fact of the matter was that he always had something to say. But today, seeing you in such a way, lit a fire underneath him that had already begun burning the day he met you. He wanted to do nothing more than to bend you over and take you right then and there. It was so ape-like and not at all like a Time Lord. But he supposed that this regeneration was much more human than he cared to really admit.
His cock had hardened in his trousers the moment as he looked at you and it was likely obvious at this point.
"Do you really think so?" You asked shyly, biting your bottom lip. You couldn't help but glance down, noticing the hard-on that The Doctor was sporting.
"Yes," The Doctor's voice cracked. He swallowed and cleared his throat once more. He tried to appear as normal as possible but it was hard when you were looking at him.
You took a step closer to The Doctor, looking at him with a new determination. "Looks like someone's got…a problem," you said lowly, your voice taking on a more sultry tone. You couldn't deny the way The Doctor's obvious erection had made you feel. Your dress had caused the exact reaction you intended it to.
The Doctor didn't think, couldn't think, as he grabbed stepped directly in front of you. He looked at you, eyes full of want and need, as he half-debated in his mind on what he shall do. And without so much of a word to you, he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him.
The two of you stared at each other wordlessly, taking in your emotions with nothing more than a gaze. The Doctor's beautiful brown eyes were so young and yet so old. They conveyed such emotion that you couldn't even begin to dissect the meaning of each and every feeling. And yet, you knew he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. That much was certainly true.
You weren't entirely sure who moved first. Maybe it was you, maybe it was him. But lips crashed against each other, teeth grazing one another, in a hungry and desperate kiss. Your hands snaked around The Doctor's neck, intertwining your fingers in the nape of his hair.
The kiss deepened into something less desperate and more passionate as the two of you found a rhythm in your movements together. He licked the bottom of your lip, slightly nipping it with his teeth. And you parted your lips, granting him access to explore your mouth with his tongue.
You made a soft noise that wasn't quite a moan, causing The Doctor's grip on you to tighten. His hands remained on your hips as he held you close to him, restraining himself from exploring your body.
After what felt like awhile, you pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. The Doctor wasn't as breathless, due to his superior biology of course, but was certainly just as wrecked as you. The Doctor licked his lips before speaking. "If you want to back out, tell me now because I'm not sure how much longer I can control myself," He murmured, his voice holding a huskiness to it that you hadn't heard before.
You let out a shaky breath as his words went straight to your core. You knew that you were quite turned on and you have been wanting this for quite awhile. The Doctor shouldn't restrain himself any longer, not when it's clear that you both have been wanting each other for quite some time. "I want this," you whispered, looking into The Doctor's brown eyes. "I want you, need you, Doctor."
And that was all it took before he was kissing you once more, his lips moving against yours with a heat to it that you hadn't really felt before. The kiss was less gentle and more forceful, causing a noise to slip from the back of your throat. The Doctor didn't bother waiting much longer as he began hiking your dress upward. His fingers traveled to where the waistband of your underwear would be but rather than being met with fabric, he was met with skin.
He pulled away from the kiss, leaning your forehead against his. "You dirty girl," He whispered, his dark eyes looking into yours.
His words sent a shiver down your spine, straight to your cunt. You licked your lips before responding. "The dress looks better without panty lines," You breathed out.
The Doctor hummed in response. "Can I touch you?" He asked, his breath hot against your face.
You nodded your head in response, not trusting to use your voice in that moment.
The Doctor, on the other hand, didn't care much for a nod of your head. His other hand moved to your chin as he grabbed it gently. "Use your words," he commanded, his voice both soft and demanding at the same time.
You were unable to help the small whimper that left your lips as The Doctor took control. "Y-yes," you croaked softly, your mouth going dry from the lust.
The Doctor gave you a small smirk. "That's my girl," he said. His other hand began trailing to your thigh, his fingers dancing on your skin until he reached the destination he wanted. His middle finger trailed the slit of your cunt, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "You're already so wet," he murmured.
"Thought about this for awhile," you replied breathlessly.
The Doctor only responded with a smirk as he continued trailing his finger along your slit back and forth, spreading your wetness around, before stopping on your clit. He began forming small circles with the nub, making you moan prettily. He added his pointer finger, using both fingers to move in figure eights on your clit. "Doctor," You half-whispered, half-moaned as your hand clung to his shoulder. His other arm moved to your waist, holding you up, which was good as you felt almost weak in your knees.
His fingers dipped from your clit to your hole, teasing the skin around it. You let out a small gasp, looking at The Doctor with an expression of pleasure. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, dipping his head to kiss your neck. His lips grazed the sensitive spot on your neck as his middle finger eased inside of you.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned gently. You gripped onto The Doctor tighter than before. He began thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly, getting you used to the feeling. After a few moments, he added a second finger, stretching you out just a bit. It had been a bit long since you've done anything, traveling with The Doctor and all.
The Doctor pulled away from your neck to look at you, a smirk gracing his lips. "Look at you," he practically purred. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot straight on. The action caused you to gasp and let out a choked moan.
"Doctor!" You whined as he picked up the pace. That familiar heat began to form inside of you. Your moans got louder.
"Are you close, darling?" He asked breathlessly. You couldn't form the words, simply too overcome with pleasure that The Doctor was giving you. You whimpered and nodded your head, opening your eyes to look at him. "Go ahead and cum for me, hmm?"
The way The Doctor was looking at you, with a heat in his eyes that past you wouldn't be able to fathom, was almost more than enough to send you over the edge. He held a softness in his tone mixed with desire that left you weak in the knees. And don't even get you started on his fingers. His fingers worked you like he'd done this many times to you.
"Doctor," You whined again, maintaining eye contact with the Time Lord before you. The speed in which he was moving his fingers was heavenly as he hit your sweet spot with each thrust. It wasn't long before that heat inside of you began to spill over. With a loud moan, your walls clenched around The Doctor's fingers as your legs trembled, your body tightening as you came.
The Doctor couldn't help the grin on his face as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. You were whining and moaning, pliant from his hand, and he made sure to pleasure you through your orgasm. When you finished, your body relaxed and The Doctor removed his fingers from your cunt.
"Of all the creatures I've seen, you are the most exquisite," The Doctor murmured, looking down at your juices that coated his fingers. He couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to bring you to orgasm from simply his tongue, to feel you writhing beneath his touch in such a way. But that was an adventure for another time, he supposed, if there will be another time.
You breathed heavily, looking at The Doctor with a satisfied gaze, seeing the way he was looking at his fingers. You weren't too surprised, to say the least. The man always had the idea to lick whatever substance graced his digits. His oral fixation always proceeded him.
The Doctor, ignoring his want (more like need) to taste you, looked at you. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. "Are you alright to continue?" He asked, his voice heavy with arousal.
"Yes, please," You responded softly, biting your bottom lip.
And that was all The Doctor needed before he was smirking. "Bend over the console," He commanded.
You grinned, obeying The Doctor as you went over to the console and bent over. You couldn't see what The Doctor was doing but the sound of fabric being undone certainly gave you an idea on what he was about to do.
The Doctor unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his pants just to his thigh. He was far too hard and turned on to care about undressing completely. The way you fell apart on his fingers? He wanted you to do that from his cock. God, he desperately wanted you to cum on his cock.
He made his way over to you as he looked at the way you were bent over for him. The Doctor has had many fantasies about a scenario quite similar to this. You bent over for him while he takes you from behind. The amount of times he had to stop himself from jerking off at the thought of you was much more than he truly cared to admit. And now? His fantasies were about to become reality.
He licked his lips as he brought his hands to your butt. Your dress was still ridden up, thankfully, exposing your skin to the coolness of the ship. He couldn't help but give a playful smack, causing you to gasp from the impact. "Sorry," he cleared his throat. "You are quite perfect."
You let out a breathless chuckle. "You can apologize by getting a move on, Doctor," you replied, turning your head to try and glance at The Doctor.
He gave you a cheeky grin. "As you please, my dear," He said. Without any further distractions, The Doctor gripped himself and brought his cock to your cunt. He slid the tip along your slit, spreading around your wetness. The action caused you both to moan softly.
As he teasingly rubbed his cock against your pussy, you whined in frustration, just wanting him inside of you. "Doctor," you whined, "please."
The Doctor couldn't help the chuckle that left him. He didn't say anything as he lined himself up against your hole. The tip of his cock pushed into your entrance as he eased himself inside of you. A low groan left his lips as your cunt wrapped around his length so beautifully.
You gasped and moaned as you gripped the console with your hands. You were surprised to feel no pain, especially because you could feel that The Doctor was certainly big. But that surprise subsided when The Doctor bottomed out, pressing himself deeply inside of you.
"You're so tight," he breathed out, closing his eyes as he relished in the feelings of your cunt. It had been quite some time since The Doctor had any sort of sexual relations. And the fact that his first time in a long time is with you certainly made it better. Though had he not allowed his body to control his action, he would've much preferred a more romantic setting for his first time with you.
"Doctor," you said breathlessly. "Y-you can move."
"With pleasure," he responded before pulling his hips back, his cock moving almost all of the way out before he slammed his hips forward.
You let out a loud moan at the feeling, grateful that you were finally being fucked by the man that introduced you to new experiences, new planets, and new life. He showed you a new way to live. You adored the pinstriped man with all of your being. And you were sure that he knew, at least now he did.
The Doctor kept up with a slow pace, dragging himself out of your cunt before slamming himself back into it. Soon, the pace quickened as he fell into a rhythm with his thrusts. "You're so amazing," He praised, his voice rough from lust. "So beautiful, so kind, so brilliant," he continued, small pants leaving his lips. "Oh how much of a lucky man I am to be able to experience you."
His words made your heart swell in adoration for him and your cunt tighten around his cock. "Oh fuck," you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. Your knuckles were white from gripping the console tightly. You began moving your hips in sync with The Doctor's, meeting his thrusts with your own movements.
"Fuck," he cursed, gripping your hips tightly. He moved one hand down slightly, massaging the flesh of your ass once more. His movements quicklened again, his thrusts becoming more desperate than controlled.
"Doctor!" You mewled, throwing your head back in pleasure as he took you from behind. You hadn't expected to ever have The Doctor in such a state. An alien, so usually careful and controlled in regards to his feelings and how he reacts to others, was becoming nothing more than a desperate man who fucked you like he needed you to breathe. And you loved it.
"Is it good, sweetheart?" He grunted, moving the hand from your ass to your clit, rubbing circles on the nub.
The action elicited a louder moan from you as you felt that oh-so-familiar heat growing inside of you once more. "So good, Doctor," you whined. "Love it so much!"
The Doctor continued his desperate movements and rubbing your clit. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. "Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart," He groaned out. "Want to feel you cum on my cock, yeah?"
The vulgar words leaving his mouth mixed with the pleasure of him fucking you and rubbing your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You made a pornographic sound, followed by the moan of his name once more, as your legs began to shake and cunt clenching around The Doctor's cock.
"That's it," he moaned, feeling the way you were clenching around him so tightly. "Fuck, darling," he said as he continued his minstrations. And with a few more thrusts, The Doctor was pressing himself as far as he could inside of you as he came with a loud mantra of your name.
When you were both finished, he pulled out. Heavy breathing filled the console room as you both caught your breaths. You stood up normally and turned to look at The Doctor.
He looked just as fucked as you were. His cheeks were red with his hair sticking to his forehead in a small sweat. He still had his suit jacket on with his shirt underneath it, trousers and pants at his ankles still. And his cock? Certainly human-looking. Though, The Doctor did mention once that humans derived from Time Lords. So perhaps it wasn't so surprising that he'd look human.
You both stared at one another, catching your breaths. And after a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke up. "So," you began. "I suppose we aren't going to that party, huh?" You asked, unable to help the smirk on your lips as you looked at The Doctor.
"I'm afraid not," he responded, grinning at you.
And he was right. Because instead of making it to that 75th century party, the two of you spent the rest of the night in the TARDIS, basking in all of the ways that the Time Lord could pleasure you.
𝖼𝗐 ：nsfw, fingering (r!receiving), primal play, non con, knife play, blood, dacryphilia, slapping, no foreplay or aftercare . . #sorry, degradation, not rly proofread :p
𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ：you draw the queen card, fearing for your life, but it seems like shauna wants to do more than kill you . .
the fallen autumn leaves cracked under your bare feet with each hard thump on the ground. the sky was dimming with the sunset, giving you a small hope for your life as you could more easily blend into the incoming night. you were the one to draw the queen, feeling nothing but impending dread knowing what waits for you in mere minutes.
the rest of the woods felt quiet, the only noise through your ears being your heart pounding out of your chest. at this rate, it could probably be heard through the trees if anyone listened carefully enough. the light snap of a tree branch on the floor caused your head to quickly swivel in the direction of the noise, only to find yourself tackled onto the ground before you could process anything happening.
“i fucking got you, bitch,” a familiar voice spat from above you. shauna shipman had her legs pressed firmly on either side of your thighs, pinning you down into the dirt. her slightly dull pocket knife rested on your throat, ready to apply pressure at any moment. your chest tightened at the sight of her, her eyes filled with a deep, sickening bloodlust. her hands roughly gripped your jaw, turning your face to the side as she began digging her hungry teeth into your neck. the unexpected sensation made your body jolt, heart palpitating from the feeling of it all. she mumbled angrily under her breath between every drag of her canines into your pulse point. at this point, her knife had slowly made its way down to your stomach, the blade just barely touching the bare skin from under your shirt.
your lungs expanded deeply with each bit of contact her mouth and hands made with your body. you could barely comprehend the scenario you were now in. shauna’s fingers continued to grip tightly onto her knife, dragging it along your waist while her teeth bit into you. it was all so fucked up, but you couldn’t deny how wet you could now feel yourself growing. she had finally pulled her face away to marvel at the amount of rough marks now painted on your skin. a smug smirk plastered itself onto her face, using her thumb to wipe off the small amount of blood she had drawn from you.
it felt like all you could do in a situation like this was stare at her— like a deer caught in headlights. she glared down at you under her, still straddling your legs to hold you in place. she looked like she could devour you right then and there, and you both know she would.
suddenly, a sharp pain rose from your abdomen, making you yelp out in pain. her blade had dug so slightly into your side, leaving a short but deep slit on your skin. tears welled in your eyes from the sensation, only worsening in embarrassment when you felt the girl above you laughing pitifully at you. “oh, shut the fuck up,” she rolled her eyes, tossing the knife off into the detritus of leaves on the ground surrounding you. the cut dribbled blood down your waist, bleeding slowly into the dirt. her fingers traced along the wound, letting another smirk display on her face in awe.
her hands glided down your body, tracing over the slit just one more time before lowering her fingers to your clothed heat, feeling a deep, wet spot combined with a gentle throb, making her laugh at you mockingly. “jesus, are you seriously fucking wet right now?”, she scoffed, circling your clit with her thumb roughly. long, slender fingers trace along the fabric of your undergarments, tutting at the contemptibility of your arousal. your heart continued to race in your chest, pulse echoing through your own ears.
a sudden, harsh breeze hit your core, forcing you to snap your head up and look down at where her hands worked. shauna had roughly ripped the underside of your panties, leaving you completely exposed to her ravenous eyes. she licked her lips at the delicious sight, gathering slick from you with her contrasting cold fingers. your chest heavily rose and fell with each touch of her hands on your body. the anxiety from her unknown motives kept your head spinning. was she here to kill you or what?
“don’t make a fucking sound,” her dark eyes met yours before two long, thin digits abruptly slid into your messy hole, forcing a loud yelp from your throat. her wrists snapped in and out of you so easily, repeatedly thrusting from her knuckles to the ends of her fingers. her pace was absolutely brutal, and she did not hold back on the roughness of her movements. desperate whines forced their way out of your throat, tears glossing your eyes while she relentlessly pounded into you.
the tips of her fingers angled up, prodding at your g-spot at a brutal pace. her abrasive thrusts filled your eyes with harsh tears which streamed down your face while you sniffled helplessly under her. through your constant whines, you managed to cry out her name, choking on every syllable. her hand immediately struck your cheek, leaving a harsh print on your face. the impact snapped your face sideways, prickling even more tears in your eyes which coated your face and cheeks.
the view she had of you was pathetic; snot ran down your chin while you helplessly weeped, eyes blown out from just how much you cried below her. the pace of her hands never ceased their unyielding drive into you. as shameful as it was, you couldn’t help but love what was happening to you, and quickly felt an orgasm approaching. your stomach fluttered with pressure, begging to be relieved through your climax. her eyes moved up your body to meet your misty eyes, switching her movements to roughly massage the spongy bit of your insides. her shift in rhythm quickly made your entire body tense, legs convulsing around her wrist while your back arched away from the leaves beneath you. the pleads and cries for shauna that exited your mouth were incomprehensible and just came out like desperate babbles.
just as quickly as it had started, you began to come down from the peak of your climax, chest heaving with heavy breaths. shauna heedlessly pulled her fingers out of your abused hole, making you whine out, knowing how little she’d care.
her dark eyes stared back down at you one last time, almost as if she was analyzing you. your heart still quivered tightly within your rib cage, unsure if this was your last moment or not. without a word, shauna lifted herself back into her feet and coldly inspected your half naked, scarred body one more time before actually deciding to speak, “you’re lucky.”
Obsessed with the idea of fratboy shauna stealing some guys gf. one of the guys gf is so fucking cute. She loves watching gf walk around in tiny pink sorority shorts. Best of all she makes the best food for game day! Shauna is not above coping a feel in a crowded hallway, " bumping" into her in the bathroom but stealing his girl? Too easy.
Shauna's gaze settled on the shorts hugging your ass so tightly they left little to the imagination. She took a drag from the cigarette she'd swiped from Nat and found herself wondering what your idiotic boyfriend had done to deserve being able to grope your full, shapely ass whenever he pleased. He wasn't particularly handsome, nor was he especially smart. As far as Shauna was concerned, the only explanation for such a ridiculous relationship was that maybe he was good in bed.
It hardly mattered. In fact, it seemed like the best case scenario, because Shauna already knew she was better than him anyway. She was certain he probably didn't even know how to grip your hips properly or leave lingering, burning marks on your soft curves. She could already imagine her dick disappearing between your legs and almost felt your sweaty skin underneath her fingers.
Shauna tore her gaze away from your ass and adjusted her pants, which had suddenly become just a little too tight.
“Dude!” Shauna practically jumped on the couch. She shot Lottie a murderous glare and rolled her eyes as the blonde slid into the seat beside her. “Try it.”
Shauna blinked as Lottie shoved a plate of carrot cake under her nose.
“Get that away from me” Shauna grumbled.
Lottie refused to budge, and Shauna felt her irritation begin to boil over. She was just about to snap and tell her to fuck off when Lottie pointed at you.
“Her boyfriend keeps bragging that she made it, and….”
That was all Shauna needed to hear. She flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray, shifted on the couch and snatched the plate from Lottie’s hands. She dug in immediately. She could feel Lottie Matthews watching her with amusement, but she hardly cared. Not when you turned around and your eyes landed on her.
Shauna froze for a split second before quickly recovering, flashing you a lazy, almost casual grin. You raised an eyebrow, and for a brief moment her heart hammered against her ribs, convinced you were just going to turn away.
Instead, you returned the smile.
Shauna swore to herself that she'd force herself to eat the entire cake if you smiled at her like that one more time.
You shook your head, but your face held neither disgust nor boredom nor, unfortunately, the blush that would've made Shauna want to throw you over her shoulder and carry you straight to her room.
Her plans were ruined when Derek, Dean, or whatever the fuck your boyfriend's name was walked into the room and wrapped his arms around your waist.
Shauna ceased to exist the moment he latched onto you like a leech, mumbling something into your ear. She grimaced involuntarily and shoved the plate back into Lottie's hands with more force than she'd intended.
“You should just talk to her. You're acting like a little bitch,” Lottie snorted.
With every passing minute, the frat house grew more crowded.Shauna knew she should head upstairs soon and pack her gear. The game was only four hours away, and she always got to the field earlier than necessary. The pre game party was about to kick off here at the frat house.
As much as Shauna loved a good party, the game always came first. The team and winning came before booze and good sex.Maybe her moral code wasn't exactly extensive, but it worked. She always stuck to those simple rules.
Until now.
Suddenly it felt like her feet had been rooted to the floor, because of you.
“I don't even know if she's into girls,” Shauna muttered.
Someone turned on the music. Her eyes drifted to the clock on her phone. Time was ticking.
“Since when has that ever stopped you? Besides, you've got…” Lottie gestured toward Shauna's crotch.
Shauna clicked her tongue in mock offense.
“No class.” She sighed before her expression turned serious.“That asshole's always glued to her.”
***
Shauna adopted a different strategy. One Lottie had mostly come up with. If she couldn't have you to herself, she'd make you want to be alone with her. She told herself it didn't sound like a cheap excuse to brush against you once or twice.
At first, she played politely.Or at least as politely as Shauna Shipman was capable of.
It started innocently enough. She'd sit just a little too close to you on the couch so your legs would touch.
“Sorry,” she'd murmur. “Not much room here. And I happen to take up quite a bit of space.”
You'd smile and tell her it was fine. That only encouraged her.
Every now and then she'd casually drape an arm over the back of the chair or couch where you were sitting. Your boyfriend clearly wasn't thrilled about it, though apparently he didn't see Shauna as much of a threat.
His mistake.
You leaned back, your head brushing against Shauna's forearm. The rest of your friends became absorbed in conversation. Derek? (Shauna still couldn't remember his name, though at that moment she'd have sworn it was Derek.) had gone outside for a cigarette, so she was free to move even closer.
She took a sip from her beer bottle and leaned in. Her breath smelled faintly of beer, but you didn't pull away.
“I can move my arm.”She was so close that her lips nearly brushed your ear. To Shauna, it was obvious; if you truly loved your boyfriend, you would've shoved her away by now. The blow never came, so she kept pushing the line again and again, testing the edge of what was acceptable.
“No need,” you said, shaking your head.
She laughed softly and stayed close for the rest of the evening, enduring your boyfriend's hateful stares.
***
Not once over the following weeks did you protest, so Shauna became bolder and bolder. Usually her methods weren't quite so crude, but she'd never had to work this hard to steal someone else's girl. You never objected, never pulled away. Every time she asked whether she should stop, you told her she wasn't bothering you.
Things would've been going perfectly if it weren’t for the fact, that ou never initiated anything yourself.
Every chance she got, Shauna brushed against you. A shoulder bump here, a hand grazing your hip there. If you noticed, you never let it show. Her hands wandered into increasingly dangerous territory, though only when your boyfriend wasn't around. Whenever she passed by, she'd wrap an arm around your waist in what looked like a friendly gesture. She especially loved doing it when she ran into you in the frat house first thing in the morning.
Sporting a heavy morning erection, she made sure you'd feel exactly what she wanted you to feel.
“Don't mind me,” she'd say, her voice rough with sleep.
She reached into the cabinet for a mug, and that was when you felt the bulge pressing against you through her shorts. Her other hand settled on your waist. It only lasted a moment though Shauna made sure to stretch that moment for as long as possible. She tightened her grip on the mug and smiled with satisfaction when she noticed the blush spreading across your face.
“You okay?” she asked, feigning concern.
“Yeah. Perfectly fine,” you cleared your throat without even looking at her.
Soon enough, Shauna couldn't keep either her hands to herself and her dick in her pants. She felt like a complete pervert. But she'd asked plenty of times whether she should stop. So maybe your boyfriend was just terrible in bed.
The first smack on your ass completely caught you off guard. You'd expected a lot, but just not that. By the fifth one you decided they weren't so bad after all.
They were subtle. Most of the time she'd simply give your ass a squeeze. It wasn’t her fault! It looked way too good in short skirts and those cute little shorts!
You leaned against the kitchen island in the dorm. Someone was throwing a shitty party before tomorrow's game, and your boyfriend had insisted you come. You were chatting with a few girls from your major when Shauna appeared behind you, her scent wrapping around you like a soft scarf. She discreetly slipped a hand beneath your dress and brushed her fingers over your lace panties.
“These for me?” she whispered, making sure the other girls were fully absorbed in their own conversation. She squeezed your ass. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Or for him?”
“He has no idea I even own underwear like this,” you whispered back.
“What a shame,” she sighed, though the smile in her voice gave her away.
Shauna was convinced she would've gotten you into bed that night if the kitchen hadn't suddenly filled with people, and if she hadn't spotted that idiot's face in the crowd.
***
In the end, Shauna got what she wanted. The apogeum came in the locker room after the game. A few days earlier, she'd managed to get your number. Since then, she'd been shamelessly sending you dirty texts and nude photos. Some part of her knew you touched yourself beneath your blankets while looking at them.
The locker room was empty. Shauna sat on a bench, head bowed, a damp towel draped across the back of her neck. She typed out a message. She knew you were nearby. You'd been at the game wearing her jersey. A few minutes later, the door opened.
”SHIPMAN” stretched across the back of the jersey you were wearing, and Shauna felt her hands itch.
For a long moment, the two of you simply stared at each other.
Finally, Shauna patted her thigh in invitation.
You crossed the room without hesitation and settled onto her lap. Your fingers threaded through her sweat-damp hair while her own hands immediately slipped beneath your jersey, exploring the bare skin beneath.
“I need a shower,” she murmured. “I was hoping you'd help me with that.”
warnings ,, sfw and nsfw content. discussions of lesbian intercourse. mean shauna. shauna’s season 3 character is slightly altered.
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who teases you for dressing girly (but her mouth waters at the sight of you in a skirt).
⤴︎ “you’re a priss,” shauna would comment, staring up at you from her seat on the log. you stood between her legs, your long patchwork skirt tickling her thighs. she’d lay a wet, sweet kiss on your abdomen. “always dressing like someone’s looking at you.”
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who you drag around camp… literally.
⤴︎ shauna followed you, arms crossed over her chest. she stayed close, the tug at her waistband reminding her to keep a steady pace behind you. she heard van chuckle and shot her a glare, your index finger twisted around the belt loop to the left of her fly.
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who cant keep her hands off of your torso.
⤴︎ you yelped as she yanked you backwards unexpectedly, shauna’s familiar front colliding with your backside. her rough hands groped the cusp of your waist, her nose finding your neck as you relaxed into her touch.
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who loves it when you go down on her.
⤴︎ “fuck…” shauna gasped, her back pressed against a large tree trunk. your tongue lapped at her like a woman starved, shauna’s eyes rolling into the back of her skull. one foot stayed grounded firmly on the earth below, her free leg draped over your right shoulder. shauna arched into you, shameless moans leaving her parted lips as her juices coated your chin.
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who makes out with you instead of apologizing (post-argument).
⤴︎ “you can’t just fuck me and expect everything to go back to normal, shauna.” you sneered, scrubbing grime out of someone’s t-shirt. laundry day was stressful enough without shauna moping behind you, snarling at nothing in particular. “why not? you know im not good at…” she trailed off, grumbling something under her breath. you turned to look at her, annoyed, and gasped when she took the opportunity to crash her lips against yours.
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who pouts to you after she argues with mari.
⤴︎ “baby…” shauna mopes, draping herself over your body, straddling your lap. “she was such a bitch to me.” her voice was muffled against your shoulder, hair tickling your jawline. you’d hold her, asking her what happened. shauna likes it when you baby her.
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who fingers you until you’re trembling.
⤴︎ shauna holds you against her, one hand grasping your waist while the other pumped two digits in and out of your pulsing heat. you doubled over, panting, your knees ready to give out as she hit your sweet spot. shauna smirked as you arched into her touch, lifting your upper body to lean back into her.
⌖ ⸝⸝ YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHAUNA, who sometimes just likes to look.
⤴︎ shauna started following you down to the lake to bathe with you. you and misty had began making soap out of lard and herbs about two weeks after the crash, using it to clean the cabin and ration for “showering” in the lake. shauna would take any excuse to follow you down there, sitting on the shore with her feet in the water, watching you lather your naked body with hearts in her eyes.
for some reason i'm thinking about rick and shane sharing a controversially young gf they found in apocalypse :( and i'm thinking heavy about the fact that rick takes on the protector role, not just of you but your innocence. he takes care of you, makes sure you're eating and washing and are always warm :) and then there's shane, who is committed to corrupting every bit of purity you have left.
shane who loves putting you in embarrassing positions - making you spread your ass open so he can spit in it, even making you bark for his dick if he doesn't think you're asking sweetly enough.
like rick will walk into the tent they're huddled in for the night and sigh, wiping at his face in frustration "seriously, man?"
and shane will look up from where you're humping his boot like a dog with a smug fuckin' smirk "what?" he tries to act clueless but the hard tent in his pants says otherwise. he pats roughly at your face, laughing so mean when you chase brainlessly after his hand with your mouth open, panting, tongue lolling out. "she likes it."
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