The roar of the crowd echoed through the circuit like a wave of thunder, a chorus of orange-clad fans electrified by the rhythm of Formula 1 at Zandvoort. Flags flapped in the sea breeze. Music pulsed through the paddock. Engines screamed from the garages, their guttural growls vibrating through every soul on the premises.
(Y/n) stood at the edge of the restricted hospitality zone, an official pass hanging from her neck like an invisible disguise. Few noticed her, and those who did, gave courteous nods, assuming she was merely another guest or staff member.
She wore a loose white blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers, a pair of designer sunglasses shielding her eyes, and her hair swept neatly into a twist. In her hands was a thermos, wrapped tightly in a cloth. The smell of its contents, a home-cooked dish, Lando’s favorite, wafted upward every time the wind caught it. She had spent the night preparing it, her fingers working methodically in their kitchen while her heart fluttered with the anticipation of surprising her husband.
She hadn’t told Lando she was flying to the Netherlands. The decision had been last-minute, impulsive even, but spurred by the soft guilt in his voice when he told her she might be better off staying at home. She wanted to prove otherwise, to show him she could exist in his world without being a burden. That she chose him, always.
She smiled faintly to herself, weaving through the maze of team trucks and steel stairs, heading toward McLaren’s hospitality area. She had done this before, countless times, in fact, but this time, something felt different. The air, maybe. The weight behind her smile.
The pass around her neck granted her more access than most, but she still stepped quietly, respectfully. She could hear voices ahead, muffled laughter, flirtatious giggles. The sound came from behind one of the storage trucks, a shadowed corner wedged between the motorhome and the service vehicles.
Then she heard it. A moan.
A slow, guttural sound, dragged from a woman’s throat.
(Y/n)’s smile faltered.
She took another step.
And then another.
Each one heavier than the last.
Her hands clenched tighter around the thermos. Her heart began to pound, not out of anticipation now, but out of something more primal. Something laced with dread.
As she rounded the corner, the world fell silent.
There, half-hidden behind the curved edge of a supply truck, Lando stood with a woman pressed against the metal siding. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her head tilted back, mouth slack with pleasure. Her arms clung to his neck as he drove into her, slow and relentless, one hand holding her hip, the other clasped tightly over her mouth, muffling her cries.
His eyes were shut.
His jaw was clenched.
His movements were desperate.
He was completely consumed.
And she, (Y/n), his wife, stood only ten feet away.
Her breath caught, stuck somewhere between her ribs and her throat. The thermos slipped from her fingers, hitting the ground with a dull thud, the lid cracking open. The aroma of the food she had spent hours preparing spilled out onto the asphalt.
The sound startled them both.
Lando’s head snapped up.
The woman gasped as he pulled back instinctively, arms letting go of her as if she were suddenly made of flame.
His eyes met (Y/n)’s.
And the world, his world, collapsed.
“(Y/n)...” he whispered, voice hollow.
She stared at him, her face a mosaic of betrayal. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Tears pooled in her eyes and spilled without permission, tracing down her cheeks with the grace of rain on glass. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry out. That would have required breath. And she had none.
The woman, barely composed, smirked. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and scoffed. “Well, now it all makes sense. No wonder you were so tense, darling.”
(Y/n)’s gaze shifted to her, eyes still glistening, but steel beneath the sorrow.
She stepped forward once.
The woman raised an eyebrow. “What? You gonna cry on me, too?”
She didn’t respond.
Instead, (Y/n)’s palm cracked across her face with such force it echoed through the space like a gunshot. The woman stumbled backward, gasping in shock.
“Are you insane—?”
Another swift movement. A shift of stance. A sharp pivot.
With a single practiced motion, (Y/n) spun and delivered a crescent kick to the side of the woman’s head. The contact was immediate and devastating.
The woman crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Lando stumbled forward, hands raised, trembling. “(Y/n)... Please, wait. It’s not— I didn’t mean—”
She slapped him, open-handed and clean across the face. Not as a fight. But as punctuation. Final. Unforgiving.
He staggered back, eyes wild, skin burning.
“I brought you your favorite,” she said softly, her voice shaking as she glanced at the shattered thermos on the floor. “I thought you’d be hungry.”
“I— I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I swear—she meant nothing—”
“And I meant everything,” she finished.
That shut him up.
Footsteps echoed behind them.
Zak Brown, Oscar Piastri, Andrea Stella, and Lily Zneimer came rushing around the corner, drawn by the noise, by the sickening tension crackling in the air. Their eyes fell on the scene: the unconscious woman on the ground, the shattered meal, the slap-mark blooming red across Lando’s cheek, and (Y/n), standing still in the storm’s epicenter.
“What the hell is going on?” Zak demanded, eyes bouncing between the wreckage.
Lily’s jaw dropped. “Is that—? Oh my God, (Y/n)...”
(Y/n) didn’t answer. Her eyes remained locked on Lando, who now looked like a man unraveling, his knees buckling beneath the weight of his shame.
“I’m going home,” she said quietly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “Do not follow me.”
“Wait—” Lando reached for her wrist.
Oscar grabbed his arm. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
“She’s my wife!”
“And you spat on that,” Andrea snapped, eyes cold. “You threw her away for what? Five minutes of flesh against a wall?”
“She surprised me—I didn’t know she was coming—”
“That’s your defense?” Zak cut in. “She caught you cheating because she dared to love you?”
Lando looked cornered. “I made a mistake—”
“A mistake is missing a meeting,” Zak growled. “This was destruction. You’ve broken something that doesn’t deserve to be broken.”
Lando turned toward the direction (Y/n) had gone, chest heaving. “I need to talk to her. I can fix this.”
Lily stepped in front of him. “No. Not right now. You don’t get to run after her and dump more lies on top of what she just saw. You stay. You race. Then we talk. Then you face the storm you created.”
“But—”
“She loved you so quietly,” Oscar said, shaking his head. “And you never noticed.”
Lando stood there, silent now, motionless, watching the love of his life disappear into the crowd, a trail of devastation behind her.
She didn’t cry again until she reached the hotel.
Not in the car.
Not in the elevator.
Not even in the hallway.
But the moment the door shut behind her, she collapsed against it. Her knees gave out. Her hands shook. Her entire body trembled beneath the weight of grief she didn’t know her heart could hold.
The silence in the room was unbearable. She had imagined surprising him, maybe kissing his cheek while everyone watched, maybe feeding him spoonfuls of the dish she’d prepared.
Instead, she had watched him give himself to another.
She had watched her marriage end.
Hours passed.
Outside, the engines screamed across the track as the race began.
Inside, (Y/n) sat curled on the bed, her face buried in her hands, her wedding band still digging into her skin like a wound she couldn’t remove yet.
Her phone buzzed.
Again.
And again.
Lando
Please pick up.
Please, angel. Please.
Let me explain.
I can’t breathe without you.
You don’t understand what you mean to me.
You’re my life.
Please, come back to the paddock.
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“I brought you your favorite,” she said softly, her voice shaking as she glanced at the shattered thermos on the floor. “I thought you’d be hungry.”
That one line? A whole heartbreak. She came with love, with hope, with warmth, and walked away with nothing but silence and betrayal. It says everything without screaming.
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“Kill…”
You stared at the back of that white, long-sleeved shirt, just puzzled. All other slayers bore the kanji for ‘destroy’. ‘Kill’...was so much more extreme…
“Huh??”
Then again, ‘extreme’ was his middle name, wasn’t it? After all, this was Sanemi. The guy who perpetually looked like he was about to bust a blood vessel. When he heard your comment, he turned around and glared at you with those sharp, bloodshot eyes, the very aura of his anger taking up space in the tatami-lined corridor.
You probably should have just kept quiet while walking behind him. You were a fresh trainee, still nervous a lot of the time, and reluctant to mis-step, save you get a beating for it. Why you’d chosen to pipe up with a pointless comment around the angriest guy here, when you were both alone (and didn’t have your good friend Tanjiro there to defend you) you didn’t know. But, too late. You’d done it.
Sanemi towered over you, folding his broad and muscular arms, glaring down at you with a fierceness that almost made you want to drop to your knees. Timidly, you tried to explain yourself, gesturing to his shirt, which was half open and showing all his scars at the front.
“...I-I was just…looking at the back of your shirt, your…your kanji…it’s different from the others.”
The menacing snow-haired man processed your words for a good minute, no doubt mulling over just how incensed he wanted his response to be. The corner of his lips curled upwards though, becoming a half smile, partially showing the whites of his teeth. His right eye twitched slightly, and you could spy those tiny scarlet lines sneaking in. The anger approaching.
“Wow. You can read.”
Leaning down closer to you, bringing his taller, muscular form level with your smaller, fragile frame, you could see his condescending grin had widened all the more.
“Should I be impressed?”
“I…I’m sorry-” you blurted out quickly, cowering by the side of the corridor, wanting to step away but feeling frozen in place, worried he might react even more harshly if you did, “I didn’t mean to speak out of turn. I was only…c…curious.”
Your mind was running frantic reels of his numerous freakouts, the various times he had become so pissed off he’d beaten the shit out of some poor trainee. Even Tanjiro sometimes, and that guy was such a relentless sweetheart, it was hard to imagine anyone wanting to hurt him. Well, anyone that wasn’t Muzan, granted.
“Curious, hah!” he laughed, his hot breath lightly punching your face on the exhale. This was the first time he had been so close to you, and, mad as he looked most of the time, your heart was pounding for two reasons. Not just fear but…another…
Sanemi shifted closer. His knee bumped into yours and you were practically forced back against the wall of the hallway, lamplight flickering on both your forms, his palm pressing flat to the side of your head like a scarred barrier. Your breath hitched in your already tight throat, and you met his gaze a little desperately.
From this perspective, his eyes practically glowed beneath the shadow that was cast upon his brow, shifting his already menacing features into something much more monstrous, albeit, strangely appealing at the same time.
He was damaged, but handsome. It was something you’d thought since day one. You only wondered what he might have been like if he were only…happier.
“How’d a pathetic little shit like you survive this long here anyway?” his vulgar words stung, his hand coming to meet your waist and grip onto it suddenly, startling you at his sudden touch, his fingers and thumb pressing bruisingly hard into the surface of your skin. He felt how scrawny you were, not a strip of muscle on you.
Despite what he said though, you knew you were capable. You just needed time. You just needed to work harder and harder.
Wincing as he squeezed your waist tighter, you now tearfully asked: “Are you going to hurt me?”
And in response, his grin actually wavered.
That manic mask slipped a little, as he registered your words.
Hurt you? No that’s…
…That’s not what this is about…
Now, him calling you pathetic came from the heart. It was exactly what he thought. But beneath that mockery, there was a twisted kind of concern. He didn’t want you to go stupidly getting hurt. He had no clue why you’d gotten involved in all this danger in the first place. Muzan was guaranteed to rip you to shreds.
And…he didn’t want to see that happen.
But…he was too proud to admit it.
Quickly, he tugged his smile back up, fitting the twisted mask snugly again, as he leaned in to where his lips were practically at your neck, causing you to flinch and shut your eyes when he spoke and you felt his breathing on your sensitive, goose-pimpled skin again.
“Why? Do you want that?” his other hand moved off the wall and snatched your other hip, nails digging in, “Is that what you’re into? Is that why you signed up for your own suicide?”
His face moved to position itself right in front of yours, his forehead pressing against your own, eyes boring into you from mere millimeters away. If anyone would have happened across the two of you now, they’d have assumed you were both slacking off in a very…particular way.
“...No I…I don’t want that…”
You breathed out shakily, cheeks turning heated as you registered the proximity between the two of you. And for a moment, his own eyes calmed a little too. The iron grip on your waist loosened to a gentler hold. His lips hovered right before your own, close enough they almost brushed together.
Closing your eyes, you wondered if he was really going to do it. If he ever actually would.
He lingered long enough that it really seemed like he might. But, he backed off before he did, finally letting you go, your figure sinking weakly into the wall, feeling utterly sapped of all your energy after that. In a way, it might have been easier if he had just railed on you like he did with everyone else who ticked him off.
This was only confusing. You had no clue what to think.
With a scoff, Sanemi turned away and started storming down the corridor again, heading towards his quarters like he’d been meaning to. As he walked with heavy, furious feet, no doubt waking up every early-sleeper trainee on his way, he kept thinking about your timid little voice piping up from behind him. Your sweet, scared little facial expression when he confronted you.
An innocent question. You only wanted to know why he chose that kanji.
What it meant. Well, he knew.
‘Kill’.
It’s what I’ll do to anyone who tries to hurt you.
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Thirteenth Doctor x (Genderneutral) Reader: Sex Pollen on a beautiful moon - shameless smut edition!
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Bouquet (13 x Reader)
“This is the best day to go exploring with Y/N!”, the Doctor exclaimed excitedly while grabbing your hand to pull you with her towards a glittering field of flowers with an equally vibrant forest shimmering on the horizon.
You laughed, thrilled to be chosen by her to spend a day with her. To be close to her and to see her contagious, a billion galaxies erupting in light, smile.
Travelling with the Doctor was like a fever dream, in the best and worst meaning. At times so dangerous and scary that you were afraid to take just one more step. Usually the Doctor would then turn around to you and would encourage you to go on.
“Come on, Y/N,”, she would say with her beautiful eyes full of stars and her scrunched nose and deliciously curved lips, “I need your help here, I can’t do it without you!”
And at other times it was so unbelievable and beautiful that you feared you would wake up and find it all not to be real.
Today you had landed on a small moon of a busy planet.
Yaz, Graham and Ryan had decided to go shopping and sightseeing on the planet below and you and the Doctor had dropped them off and then she had told you about the rich nature and brilliant, crystal clear flowers and and jewel-like singing tress on the moon that she knew you would love to see.
And now you were here, running with your Doctor through the field, feeling the buzzing life around you in the air, trying to keep up with her, even though she was still holding your hand.
“Isn’t it brilliant?”, she screamed and you nodded, a little out of breath.
You reached a little island of colorful bushes and some small trees on the field and you motioned towards them.
Something urged you to take a closer look.
“Can we take a break there? I need to see these colours up close!”, you asked-yelled and the Doctor just grinned and changed the direction towards the closest tree.
It looked just like an earth-birch, but instead of being white and black was this one light-blue with specks of gold and purple.
You inspected the tree closer and found some tiny red glowing mushrooms growing on it.
“Adorable”, you mused to yourself as you smelled the sweetest, fullest fragrance you have ever smelled.
You looked to find the source and it turned out to be coming from the purple, nearly black flowers that were blooming on a nearby bush. Leaning closer you breathed in deeply.
The scent was flowery, surprisingly heavy for such fine, delicate flowers and with a spicy depth that reminded you maybe of musk, or maybe of naturally scented woods like cedar or sandalwood. Something earthy, rich and dark. Something warm that heightened your senses, with a hot burning flame beneath.
“Doctor…”, you turned to look for her, when you heard your name being called at the same time.
“You have to smell these flowers!”, you continued to say unison and you both laughed when you realised it.
“You found the flowers as well?”, you asked and stepped aside to let the Doctor smell your flowers.
She breathed in deeply and smiled contentedly.
“It reminds me of you”, she said and you froze in your movements.
You had just turned to smell the flowers the Doctor had found, which were the same ones as you had seen and you stopped dead in your tracks.
“Oh I wanted to say the same thing”, you said cheerfully, only rarely registering that you had said that out loud what you would usually had only thought.
Mentally you shrugged and couldn’t care less.
The Doctor’s eyes lit up and the stars in them shone brighter than ever before.
She smiled her happy, toothy smile and you beamed back at her.
Smelling the flowers again, inhaling deeply, you decided to pick one.
“Here”, you offered the flower to the Doctor.
“It’s for you, you should wear it in your hair. I love it when you wear pretty things, it makes you even more beautiful…”
And another thing you would usually never had said out loud. How odd.
The Doctor’s eyes grew even bigger with joy as she took the flower from you and carefully pushed the stem behind her ear and arranged her hair around the flower.
“You should have one, too”, she said and picked one for you.
You placed your flower just like she had done and when she rose her hand to help you secure it, she stepped closer to you than it would have been necessary.
You gulped and felt oddly brave, so you grabbed her hand, when it was close to your face and kept it in place.
Something was burning inside of you, flooding your nerves and senses, rushing through your veins in your blood, making you feel the air tingling on your skin. You were suddenly very aware of your body in your clothes, feeling very hot and very bothered.
You felt your nipples stroke against the fabric of your bra and you felt your panties over your tingling and pulsating vulva. Of course they weren’t providing any friction.
But you wanted friction. Badly.
You felt how the Doctor’s usually cool hand close to your face, that you were holding got hotter as well. Maybe her skin burned as much as yours. Maybe her core felt just as yours did. All tingly and wet.
This thought sent even more heat through your body, tangling into a ball of arousal deep in your lower abdomen.
Your eyes were locked into each other, standing there, you felt your heart beat as you were unable to blink.
The Doctor made a step towards you and it made your eyes flicker to her lips, parted and wet, she must have been licking them.
The thought of her tongue flicking made the ball inside of you coil even closer together.
You were relatively the same height as her, so it did not take much to kiss her.
And so you did.
Using your free arm to pull her the remaining centimetres towards you, keeping your grab on your hand, you kissed her.
She responded immediately, opening her mouth for you, strangled sounds coming from her as you kissed her with everything that you’ve got.
It was an open mouth, very wet kiss, an all-consuming, senses overflowing kiss, it was her and her lips and body and nothing else.
She used her other hand to really get a hold of your face, pulling it closer to her, while pushing her knee and thigh between your legs.
You yelped into her mouth, as she pushed a sturdy seam on the inside of your jeans between your labia, exactly where you wanted some friction to be.
You started grinding on her knee and thigh, rather subconsciously, while you tried to remove her coat, kind of blindly, eyes half-way closed and mind filled with her kiss.
She had broken away from you, as the need for air took over and had opted to kiss, suckle and nibble at your jaw and neck instead.
She was working on opening the buttons of your blouse, while you tried to push down her suspenders after having successfully took off her coat from her, when she jumped back, as if she was hit with an electric shock.
“No!”, she gasped for air, making a big step back from you.
“Ohhh, Y/N, I am so, so sorry!”, she panted, a pained expression all over her face.
Your mind barely registered her words, you felt the emptiness, you felt rejected and betrayed and still so, so hot!
You were burning from the inside out!
You still felt your nipples, your tingling core and now warm and very wet underwear. You only wanted her lips back on your skin, so you made a few, shaky steps towards her.
“Ohhh”, she groaned, hands running over her face and through her tousled hair, which was your work, a proud part inside of you pointed out.
“Stupid, stupid Doctor!”, she muttered to herself, while hitting herself on the forehead.
“I should have recognised them… I should have… Think! Think! Think! Concentrate! Concentrate! You have to bring your Y/N out of here! No kissing, kissing is bad!”
You had only listened to her with half an ear, your body and soul hurting from her rejection. Why else should she have pushed you away, if she did not want it as bad as you did?
Maybe you were the only one with burning skin and a desperate pussy.
You rarely considered the whole oddity of the whole situation, how you had acted on your desires so suddenly, how your desires had manifested themselves so quickly on a physical level, when you usually sucked them up and stored them away somewhere deep inside your heart, never even considering to act on them in real life.
So you missed the pained expression on the Doctor’s face, how her chest heaved and how she fought for control over the danger she had put you two into unknowingly. And how she fought down her desire.
You only felt rejected and your soul cried in bitter pain. But your body had it way worse. Had it been a sweet pleasurable desire before, an exciting ache while you had kissed the Doctor was it now an actual pain.
Your body felt as if it was on fire, your skin felt open and irritated and the pressure in between your legs was more than you could bare.
“Y/N. Y/N! Look at me!”, you suddenly saw how the Doctor’s face came into your field of view, kind of blurry, so you tried to blink to get her image clear.
“We were drugged. You need to concentrate. Y/N!”
The word ‘drugged’ had enough effect on you that you managed to finally see her clearly, you tried to focus on her words and the information she wanted to give you.
No, not her lips! Not her soft flushed skin! Not the lips. Not her sparkling eyes! Her words! Her words! Important words!
“Listen to me! Those pretty flowers contain pollen that are toxic to most humanoids…”
“Toxic?”, you managed to blur out. “Are we going to die?”
The Doctor looked at you with her continuous worried, pained expression.
“How — how — how are they toxic? I don’t feel poisoned. But my body hurts!”, you started crying.
“Please make it stop! It hurts so much!”
Hot tears streamed down your face and you desperately tried to rub yourself over your panties inside of your jeans but it did not do much.
“Pl-please!”
You fell to the ground, legs spread wide and you still tried to find release by fervently rubbing over and through your now soaking wet clit and slit.
But it was too wet, your fingers couldn’t do anything, they were unsuccessfully slipping over your skin and you groaned and cried in frustration and pain.
“This is what the pollen do”, the Doctor tried to explain the situation as easy as possible. Also as quick as possible.
“They arouse most humanoids sexually and if they don’t get to climax within three hours the nervous system and the brain could get severe damage. I am so sorry!”
The Doctor had crouched next to you and was biting her lips and pressing together her own legs. If you would have been able to read her body more closely, you would have seen the sweat on her forehead and neck and chest, her panting and her dilated pupils. She was in as much pain as you and her hearts burned with the same desire for you as your heart did for her.
“I will get us out of here and find a solution, I won’t let anything happen to you! I promise!”
She helped you to sit up and to close your jeans again and you saw everything clear as day.
“You don’t want me!”, the thought sobered you up enough to look at her properly and to think like a human being again.
“You don’t want me!”, you repeated, now with an aching heart that nearly lessened the ache in your core.
“Can I do it myself?”, you asked and stood up on shaky legs, pushing yourself up from the ground in a very ungracious way.
The Doctor stood there and watched you with furrowed brows and lips a thin line.
“Do what yourself?”
“Climaxing…”, you answered and stomped towards the TARDIS, not being waiting for her answer.
Legs feeling wobbly and every step was a sensory hell.
Your still felt your hardened nipples against the fabric of your bra, the tightness and the coiling of your insides, your throbbing clit and the seam of your jeans against your slit with every second step.
But now you were also angry.
Angry at the Doctor, angry at yourself that you had let it come so far and angry that you were still so incredible aroused that you just wanted to hump the nearest tree to find release.
“Please Y/N…”, a soft hand on your arm stopped you right in your tracks and you found yourself face to face with the Doctor. Still your Doctor with the beautiful eyes and deliciously curved lips and the soft blond hair, that now looked very dishevelled, still the woman you wanted to kiss, taking all of her in, tasting her everywhere, the woman you wanted to hear scream out in pleasure as a result to your fingers, your tongue on her, inside of her …
“Wait please, don’t go like this!“, the Doctor pleaded with big, desperate eyes, pupils huge.
She sighed heavily and bowed her head in defeat.
“It is not that I don’t want you, on the contrary. I want you so much and I know I shouldn’t. I promise I’ll find a cure for you. Just kiss me again, please! I promise I’ll— “
The sound you let out was a high-pitched moan of relief and eagerness as you pressed your lips to hers again.
And immediately the pain subsided, leaving the pleasurable ache once again behind.
The Doctor’s kiss was eager, eager to please you, taste you, feel you.
Her fingers finished unbuttoning your blouse and impatiently helped you out of the sleeves.
Your burning skin was immediately met with a cool breeze that made you shiver in the most stimulating way.
The Doctor kissed your neck, right at the juncture to your shoulder at the soft hollow above your collarbone and you sighed and sighed and sighed out loud.
The Doctor’s lips and tongue, wet and warm, were working on your shoulder while her skilled and quick fingers opened your bra. She only stopped kissing your shoulder for a second to pull the straps of the bra down your arms and the moment your sensitive nipples were hit with the gently blowing breeze around you, you threw back your head and screamed out in pleasure.
This was what you had wanted all the time, since this madness began.
So the Doctor went immediately towards your left nipple, she licked across it, once, twice, thrice and then very gently grazed it with her teeth.
She held you stable with one arm and used her other hand to pinch and stroke your right nipple.
You arched yourself towards her and tried once again to remove her suspenders, this time you succeeded as far as it was possible to the point, where she held you tight.
She unlatched from your breast and you let out an involuntary sound of disappointment.
“Shhh”, the Doctor quickly kissed you
“One second, my love!”, she murmured close to your lips and and finished taking off her suspenders, while you tried to kiss her again.
“I just want to lay out my coat for you. I don’t want you to come while standing up, I want you to feel as comfortable and good as possible. I’ll be quick!”, she purred and quickly took her coat from the ground, gave it a shake and laid it flat out.
While she had worked with the coat you had opened your jeans and were just about to pull them down as her hand stopped you.
“Let me help you with that!”
And the Doctor pulled down your jeans, helped you to step out of them and then kissed the hemline of your panties.
“We do not need them anymore, do we?” Her voice was like melted butter and you squirmed.
Everything inside of you was throbbing in painful anticipation, your nipples hard, begging to be touched again and you just wanted to ride the Doctor’s face until you came.
Laying down was overrated!
“Ple-please, ge’em off…”, your voice was slurred but the Doctor understood anyways.
She kneeled down in front of you and pulled your underwear down.
She sighed excitedly at the sight of your now fully exposed body.
“I have dreamed of this moment!, she admitted, while looking up to you through her lashes.
“Likewise!”, you answered with a slurry voice and she grinned happily.
And it was a sight for the gods — the Doctor on her knees for you, her hands tightly on your thighs, admiring every inch of your body with endless hunger in her eyes.
She looked at every jiggly curve and soft, dimpled patch of skin, every warm and oh so human part of you and looked as if she was offered every answer to every question in this universe.
“Lay down!”, the Doctor commanded as you tried to throw one of your legs over her shoulder, to get her face where you wanted it the most!
You eagerly complied, laying down on your back on her coat.
The ground beneath it was surprisingly lush, soft and plush, nothing like hard, uncomfortable grounds you knew from home on Earth. You had slept on beds that were not even half as perfect and snuggly as this random meadow on a random moon.
‘Sex moon’ your cloudy mind corrected.
It was like the moon wanted people to be comfortable after they inhaled the flower’s pollen.
You opened your legs for the Doctor and she crawled between them, but not before taking everything of your exposed sex in.
The still gently blowing breeze danced over your slick, wet bare core and provided you with a delicious tickle of sensual cold, that made your whole body tingle in lust.
You bucked your hips aimlessly into the wind, as if it could provide you with some friction.
While the wind was cool, you were getting hotter and bothered by the second.
The Doctor’s eyes glittered and she beamed at you.
“You are even more beautiful than I imagined you would be! So wet, so hot, so ready for me…”
Normally you would have been ashamed, self-conscious or shy at words or even looks like hers but the untameable desire in you burned all of your fear or shame down to dust. What was left was your lust, your passion and your love for the Doctor.
And your need for the Doctor to finally, finally touch you.
But after the Doctor was done with her admiring, she crawled on top of you, kneeling between your legs and took once again your nipple in her mouth. You groaned in frustration and pleasure.
This was not were you wanted her tongue to go.
You were still bucking your hips, this time towards her, as she pushed two fingers into your vagina.
You yelped and moaned out loud as her thumb started to stroke your clit.
“More, more, more”, you pleaded with each thrust as you still bucked, now at her hand.
And she added a third finger. She pushed knuckle-deep inside you, curled her fingers upwards and also sucked and nibbled on your nipple with even more force.
“Ahhhh!”
You cried out, pleasure and lust washing over you and yet it was not enough.
“Ahhh, MORE!”
She let go of your nipple and smiled at you, you looked at her a little confused and questioning but her fingers still pumping inside of you and massaging your clit kept you occupied.
“I have something for you, let me get it…”
She slowed down her pace and reached around into the pocket of her trousers and took out her screwdriver.
You watched her every move and as she put it to a low vibrating setting you were starting to be intrigued. You even forgot your disappointment about her slower movements.
“Lift your bottom, please, my love”, she urged you and you raised your butt even higher into the air, you had it partially there anyways to meet her hands and movements.
She removed her fingers from you and you looked at her angrily, you were too weak, to lust-stridden to express your disappointment vocally.
She shook her head.
“Don’t be angry at me, you asked for more and I will give you more!”
And she carefully parted your buttocks and placed her buzzing screwdriver right between them.
The screwdriver’s vibration went over your anus as well partly towards your vagina.
You bit your lips, this was going to be very good!
And the Doctor returned to insert three fingers inside you, immediately starting pumping and massaging your clit with her thumb and biting and pulling on your nipples.
She varied the directions of her tongue on your nipple, drew numbers and letters and all kind of patterns onto you clit with her thumb and took all the time in the world to fill you out with her fingers, stroking, massaging your insides and curling her fingers, finding out which directions got you to scream the loudest…
The vibrating screwdriver on your ass added extra pleasure and you were not holding back.
You bucked your hips, rode along the screwdriver, as much as you could, took her fingers in and screamed out your pleasure into the world around you.
Your moans and screams echoed around you in the forest and it just turned you on even more.
And what you did not know was that the Doctor was a mess, hearing you, hearing the echoes of your screams, feeling you, your wetness all over her hand and your beautiful breast in her mouth made her insides burn just as much.
And then you came. You bucked your hips against her one last time and screamed louder than before. It just came over you.
An orgasm so intense like you never experienced it before.
You think you blacked out for a moment, overcome with your hot, intense relief.
You panted and slowly came back into your body.
And the Doctor?
Her body ached and ached and ached, her desire just as hot as yours, she could not wait to come herself. To be touched by you, to be held by you…
She had carefully continued to pump her fingers inside of you through your orgasm, now she took them out again, stroke over your clit one last time and kissed the nipple she had last worked on.
You laid back, panting.
You slowly came back into your body and took the Doctor in, how she sat between your legs, and grinned.
Your aching, burning pain had subsided but was not gone completely, it had turned down enough that you knew that this had been incredible but that your Doctor was there and still unpleasured. Still unsatisfied.
She rocked back and forth, pushing her legs together.
“Hmm…” You sat up and cocked your head to the side.
“Looks like it’s my turn now to be good to you. Don’t you think?”
“You do not have to do it. I can take care of it myself, you do not have to do anything…”
You sighed, sometimes (very often) you wondered what was going on inside this woman’s head. Did she still think that you did not want her, did not want to touch her?
“Ohhh, no… I want to… desperately”, you darted forwards and kissed her neck, sucking on her skin, her hands immediately grabbed your waist and she sighed, laying her head back to give you more space to kiss her and you smiled against her skin.
“And I also want to make you scream, like you did to me…”, you whispered into her ear, after you sucked on her earlobe.
The Doctor shivered at your words and groaned softly at your soft lips on her ear.
She wanted your lips everywhere!
“But first we need to remove that”, your finger tips graced the neckline of her shirt and she nodded, eyes glued to you.
She raised her arms and you helped her out of her shirt and the tank top with the broad straps underneath and you found that she was also wearing a simple bra.
You removed it and immediately kissed her shoulders, upper chest, breast and nipples like she had done to yours.
She moaned, it was a high-pitched surprised sound that made you smile proudly and that also made your insides tighten again.
You stroke down the sides of her body with soft, determined fingers and stopped at her trousers. You looked up at her and she nodded wordlessly, her eyes still big and in awe.
So you opened her trousers and pushed them down, while she laid back and lifted her cute bottom to the air to assist you.
When she laid there, bare and open, you admired her, just like she had done when you had laid there before her.
But she pushed her legs together and also crossed her arms over her chest.
“Are you uncomfortable? Should I stop?”, you looked at her with a worried expression, you were confused by her actions, but yet she was visible aroused and wanted you. Were the pollen affecting her differently than you?
“I never slept with anyone in this body!”, she admitted, the words tumbling out of her as if she was afraid that she would never say them if she was not quick enough.
“I do not really know how. I want you to feel good and safe and… I don’t know what to do…”, she added with big, worried puppy eye.
“I have a few ideas”, you grinned and laid down next to her on your side.
“You don’t have to do anything and if you don’t like it or I am bad at it we stop and try something else…”
The Doctor looked at you with pure desire in her eyes and you felt her squirm next to you.
“Now…”, you carefully swung a leg over her and straddled her, “I’ll start kissing your neck, we know you enjoy that!”
And with that you were back at sucking, nibbling, softly biting and marking her neck, wandering down to her chest, to her stomach and then finally to her pelvic area.
While you had been working on her, she became first finally relaxed and had then slowly started to open up to you and your touches.
“Ohhh Y/N!”, she had moaned and her legs had opened and her hips bucked and you could not hide a pleasant shit-eating grin, while you kissed her down her stomach.
Your hand carefully parted her legs a little wider and palmed her vulva, she bucked against it immediately.
You grinned again.
You could not believe your luck, the Doctor moaning your name in pleasure, bucking and rutting against you, asking for more from you…
You went on to kiss over her stomach and her lower abdomen and stopped right before you reached the insides of her thighs.
“Hnnnghhh, Y/N… Please!”
Oh how you wanted to hear that, to hear her moan and beg for more from you.
And you happily obliged.
You opened her folds with one hand and kissed directly onto her hot, wet core.
She jolted up, as your lips reached her and moaned.
“So this is what it feels like…”, she said and you licked directly through her slick folds and the Doctor gasped.
And you went all in. Sucking on her clit, pushing a finger inside of her, feeling her walls around it, pumping a little and then exchanging your finger with your tongue, drawing patterns all over her.
Pushing your tongue inside of her, licking as much as you could reach…
“Ohhhhhhhh, plea-please! Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”, the Doctor begged, clawing at the floor beneath her, pushing herself into your face.
“Deeper, deeper!”, she screamed as you used your fingers and tongue simultaneously on her, pushing deep inside her, licking and lapping all of her overflowing wetness…
“Y/N, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” and she came and screamed and nearly squirted and bucked her hips and you suckled on her clit throughout her orgasm, letting her ride it out.
The Doctor breathed out and laid back, her chest was heaving and you admired your work.
The Doctor all loose, satisfied and torn apart.
The Oncoming Storm stilled at your hands and tongue. At your love.
She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could look at you and breathed out.
“Whew, this was something, wasn’t it?”
You nodded.
“Oh yes!”
“We should try to get back to the TARDIS as long as we still can”, she said while sitting up and reaching for her clothes.
You followed her movements and your shoulders slumped.
Was she done with you, was this an one time thing due to dangerous pollen and an immediate threat?
You sighed and breathed in deeply, your arms and legs felt like jelly and you just wanted to rest for a awhile on this beautiful lush planet with the sweet, flowery air and the Doctor between your thighs.
You felt yourself getting all tingly and aroused again, apparently you were not done yet…
“Doctor can we please stay for a moment? If this was the last time that this happened I want to take it all in…”
The Doctor was already pulling up her trousers again and tucking her shirt in as she turned towards you, smiling brightly and bending down to you.
“Listen, YN, listen very closely now”, she took your face in her hands and you just wanted to melt into her eyes full of stars. Her beautiful lips, swollen and pink and perfect…
“Y/N, I love you, I love you very much but we have to get off this planet! The wind has turned, don’t you smell it? The pollen are everywhere now and while I feel like I have never felt before, thanks to you and I hope, and think I know,”, she smiled proudly at these words, “you feel like I do, too, we have to get away from here NOW!
The more pollen we breathe in, the more dangerous they become to our nervous system and right now we are in the strongest place to fight them off. We both climaxed very nicely and our bodies are happy and relaxed, so please, get off the ground now!”
She was right. Your orgasm had helped to think more clearly again and while your skin and nipples and pussy and overall your whole body was sensitive and excited about being touched again, you still felt like yourself.
And maybe she was down to continue once you were safely in the TARDIS…
“Okay”, you sighed and pushed yourself up.
You quickly put on your panties, blouse and pants, there you had to grab her arm for stability and stuffed your bra into the pocket of your pants. You definitely did not feel like wearing it, too tight and unpleasant and putting it on just took too much time.
The Doctor grabbed your hand but instead of starting to walk she pulled you closer to her.
“You know we can continue again as soon as we are in the TARDIS… You know that, right?”, she quickly purred into your ear and a warm shiver ran down your spine and you giggled excitedly.
“Yes please!”
And the two of you ran towards the TARDIS, laughing, giggling like school girls.
Once inside you collapsed to the ground, trying to catch your breath while the Doctor was working on the console.
“Hey”, she turned to you, “I know a beautiful nebula, there are no flowers and definitely no people around, we can be just on our own…”
She came closer, while the TARDIS was wheezing and huffing around you, squatting down next to you.
“There I can make you scream even louder than on the moon…
I could kiss you and nib you and taste you and I promise you will forget your own name…”
“Is that so?”, you whispered, voice low and breathy and you slowly, tantalisingly so, opened the buttons on your blouse, one by one, the Doctor’s eyes glued to your every move.
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just did a yoga practice and it had me thinking of the fruity four and flexibility
Steve
will break in half if he tries to touch his toes, just absolutely incapable of the slightest flexibility and if he sees you so much as cross your legs he will be amazed because;
"how the hell did you do that! doesnt that hurt?"
Nancy
could teach a yoga class, i feel like after the upside down experiences yoga and meditation helped her with the trauma. it makes her feel in control, if you ask her about it;
"i'm happy to show you just how flexible i can be"
Robin
is naturally flexible but cannot for the life of her do yoga due to balance issues. nancy tried to teach her once and it ended up with robin nearly concussing the both of them, she did warn nancy about her difficulties learning to walk
Eddie
i'm really torn with him, on one hand i see him as being naturally flexible and on the other hand i see him being like dry pasta. i'm leaning more towards him having hypermobility in his fingers and arms, one of those kids in school who thought it was funny to gross his classmates out by pulling his thumb to his forearm
Request by @just-a-dreamer23: “ Hello! I hope that you are having a good day. I was wondering if I could request prompts #98 and #100 with Sirius Black but also prompts #7 and #14 with Fred Weasley if possible could the reader either be Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw? Thank you!!😄 “
Prompts: 7. “I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.” + 14. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”
Character: Fred Weasley
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Gif is my own, using my art of Fred Weasley which you can find on my art blog @artisticwarnug here. If you use please make sure you credit me and my art blog properly, that the ownership is clear as it is my own art and I would hate for it to be unclear that I made it <3 x
It’s implied that the reader stays in the Girl’s Dorm, but no pronouns etc. are used.
Susan Bones is a half-blood in this although, I don’t think we have a confirmed blood status for her.
You groaned as you flopped down onto the bed within your dormitory, legs bouncing against the mattress. Normally any groans in your dorm would be due to the soft, fluffy mattress and wonderful mustard coloured pillows given to all Hufflepuffs, but not today.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” You jump at Susan’s words, fully believing you’d walked into your empty dormitory. At least you liked Susan, at least you were friends...it could have been Millicent instead. She would have surely lectured you on the way you laid down on your bed and the state of your hair.
You roll onto your back and stare at the different grains of wood above your bed, contemplating whether it was a good idea or a terrible one to discuss your feelings openly. Susan was your friend, but feelings were so...complicated. Former, you decided, out weighed that latter, especially as you had this overwhelming need to share your woes.
“Frederick Gideon Weasley...” You sigh out at the mere thought of the boy. Fred Weasley was a thorn in your side, not because you disliked him, not because of the pranks or the cheeky jokes, but because you so desperately liked him that every wink and flirtatious remark sent you into a tizzy.
You turn on your side to look at your friend, “I look at him and I just...you’ve read How the Grinch Stole Christmas, right?”
“Yeah, my muggle cousin made me read it to him, why?”
“Well, when I look at Fred it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.” You expect a heartfelt, serious response at your confession and are instead met with Susan laughing loudly, hands clutching her stomach as she nearly rolls off of her own bed in a fit.
“Stop laughing at me, Susan! Susan Bones!” You don’t sound as angry as you wish though as laughter begins to slip into your own voice at the ridiculousness of comparing your feelings to a children’s Christmas book.
“Alright, Alright, I get it, that was stupid way of explaining it...but not inaccurate.” Whenever you saw Fred’s face, especially when he smiled like that it felt like your heart was increasing in size, like it was too big for your chest, like you couldn’t contain how much you liked him, how much affection you had for him. It was rather painful actually. This uncomfortable sort of feeling building.
“So, Fred, huh?”
“Fred.”
“Have you ever thought of just...telling him?” She posits, legs kicking behind her, arms folded beneath her chin. Always a raised eyebrow. Susan always had a raised eyebrow for you.
“Why on earth would I do that?”
“Because he clearly likes you back.” You physically pulled back, taken aback at the suggestion, the mere thought that Fred Weasley could like you.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Fred doesn’t like me.”
But the conversation stayed on your mind for weeks. Every time you saw Fred, every time he spoke to you, every little smile, every raised eyebrow, every wink, all brought you back to that one simple sentence; because he clearly likes you back.
It was even on your mind as you left Charms class, books held against your chest, shoes click-clacking against the stone floor of the corridor.
“Y/N! Hey, wait!” You didn’t slow your pace, not because you wished to avoid Fred and his calls for you, but rather because you knew his long legs and big strides would ensure he effortlessly caught up with you. Despite being one of the shorter Weasley’s, due to their stocky nature, the twins were still taller than you.
As you predicted he soon was walking beside you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noting the way his tie was barely tied, the buttons haphazardly left unbuttoned, the messy red locks. Your heart did that thing again as your eyes caught on the freckles across his cheeks.
“You don’t need to walk with me, Fred, don’t you have Defence against the Dark Arts with Slytherin?” Perhaps it was telling that you, a Hufflepuff, knew his timetable, but you’d had it memorised from the third week into the school year...mostly because he kept telling you where he should be, but where he wasn’t in favour of walking you to your next class instead. You had decided that he felt some sort of joy in ‘forcing’ you to be in his presence, when in reality you rather liked his company.
“I want to walk you, love. Walking you to potions is the highlight of my Tuesday.”
“Yeah, sure it is.” You scoff, not truly believing him. How could walking you to the dungeons be, in anyway, the highlight of any days of the week. You barely even talk most of the time, it was usually just a quiet walk. Not that you minded that, the silence was comfortable and while you certainly enjoyed Fred’s company, you doubted your own company was as enjoyable.
You kept walking, not realising Fred had stopped until a hand reached for your elbow to still you gently. You turned to him confused, after all the last thing you wanted was to be late for potions and Fred had never stopped you before.
“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” His lips are parted, brows furrowed, Fred looks at you as if for the first time he’s realised some great secret, as if what he has previously believed to be true has shifted.
“Fred, what are you talking about?” Your heart feels as if it might jump from your throat at the soft, but sad look pitched at you and you do not understand why he looks so sad, what had you said to cause this?
As Fred steps closer you instinctively go to step back, but stop yourself. He is closer than he has ever been to you and you can see a little scar on his chin, so faint that you’d never noticed it before.
“I want to walk you to class. I enjoy walking you class because I like you. I think you’re beautiful.” You can feel your eyes widen at his words, “I think you’re smart, witty, lovely in more ways than one and even though you’re a goody-two-shoes,”
“Hey!”
He smirks at you, white teeth peaking out from underneath a half raised lip, “Even though you’re a goody-two-shoes and it would be terribly damaging to my reputation...there is nothing I would like more that to take you to Hogsmeade and call you mine, love.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You blink up at him, feeling some how like you knew what he was trying to say, but not confident enough to say it out loud.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake, Y/N! He wants to snog your face off!” You turn your head to see George leaning back against a wall, somehow managing to evade your notice until this moment.
“He’d know. He’s my twin after all.”
“Will...I would like that. I mean not the snogging! But I...” You run a hand down your face as Fred and George chuckle, tossing a middle finger up at the latter. “I mean that....I would like to go out with you...sometime and I really don’t mind you walking me to class.”
“She means you make her heart grow three times it’s size!”
“Susan!” You hiss at your passing friend, sure that Fred wouldn’t even understand the reference and sure enough he looked rather confused, head tilted to one side. “Does that mean you like me too?”
“Yes...I like you too...but i’m going to be late for potions with Snape!” You exclaim as you look at your watch, realising that you might just get a detention with your least favourite teacher.
“Will you go to Hogsmeade next weekend with me?”
“Yes!” You call out behind you as you rush down the corridor, books clutched to your chest, satchel over one shoulder, and a smile wide across your face.
Just a little intro to the ~brand spanking new~ blog.
I formerly ran my blog @castihelloboys for a couple years, then fell off the fanfic bandwagon. A whole mixed bag of reasons, mostly bad ones, but hey here I am again! I adore all the fics I wrote in the past so that blog is still up and running but I just don’t have access to it. (Stupid me can’t remember ANY login info.)
I’m so excited to be cracking my knuckles and getting back into some writing. I have favourite characters I like to work with my reader inserts which I will tag below, *but* I happily take requests and will do what I can to start filling that post count on this blog.
