Years later, when the universe is settling into peace, Lance and Allura find their own peaceful moments. (Allurance future fic, explicit, 904 words)
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Lance woke slowly, blinking into the soft morning light seeping into the bedroom. There was no reason for him to be awake this early, but years of morning drills or briefings with the Voltron team had formed a habit that was hard to break. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow to look at his lover, still sound asleep.
Allura’s hair was starting to escape from the braid she’d put it in last night, thick white tendrils struggling free to fall across her cheek. Even a few years in, he was amazed that he was able to see her like this, all soft and hazy and open.
He reached out and drew his fingers down her spine until he ran into the sheet draped over her hips. Lance retraced his path back up, watching to see if the light contact was enough to wake her.
Allura’s eyes fluttered open and Lance smiled down at her as she turned over.
He leaned down and kissed her, soft and slow. He pulled back when he felt her fingers slide into his hair. “Good morning,” he whispered.
“Mmm, it does seem to be,” she said. “I’m hoping you’re going to make it even better.”
Lance raised his eyebrows and let a smile spread over his face. “Don’t I always?”
Allura barely had time to roll her eyes before she pulled him back down for another kiss. He sank into it, letting one kiss melt into another and another until he had to pull away for breath. She trailed her lips down the side of his neck and pressed a kiss against his collarbone.
Lance shivered.
Allura pushed on his shoulder and he flopped onto his back. She rolled over so she was on top of him and just looked down at him, blue eyes dark with want.
“Is this alright?” she asked.
“Perfect.” Lance threaded his fingers through her braid and pulled her into another kiss. He quickly undid the braid, smiling as her hair cascaded around them, veiling them from the world.
His hands moved restlessly over her back, wanting to touch every inch of her. Lance shifted to palm her breasts.
Allura gasped into the kiss, arching into his touch. His name slipped off her tongue like it was a prayer when he moved to replace his one of his hands with his mouth.
Lance rasped his tongue over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
“Lance,” Allura said, voice breathless now. “I want…”
“What do you want, Allura?” He asked lips moving against the swell of her breast.
“I want you. Now.”
“Yes, princess.”
Allura tugged on his hair in retaliation for calling her that in this moment. He grinned at her, unrepentant.
They shifted until Lance’s back was against the headboard and Allura was straddling him, hands on his shoulders. She ground down against his erection, making him groan. Lance’s fingertips dug into her hips and he helped her move into position over his cock.
Allura threw her head back as she sank onto him. Lance couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was breathtaking in this infinite moment. The ever-brightening morning light sank into her dark skin and made her even more luminous than normal, and her hair cascaded down her back, mussed from his hands.
She circled her hips and the moment broke. They fell into a familiar rhythm, guiding each other deeper into pleasure. Lance pulled her down into a slow kiss, changing the angle so he was hitting the spot inside of her that always made Allura light up.
She moaned into the kiss and when she pulled back, Lance noted the flush on her cheeks. He could feel the pressure at the base of his spine building and he moved one hand back to Allura’s breast.
“Are you close?” Lance asked. His voice was thready as he was nearing the edge.
Allura nodded. She covered his hand on her breast, guiding his movements as she searched for the last bit of stimulation she needed.
Allura cried out just as Lance captured her nipple between his fingers. He thrust up into her twice more before yelling out his own release.
She collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard. “That was worth waking up early for,” she said.
Lance nuzzled into her hair. “We don’t have to be anywhere for hours, still. We can still sleep late.”
“You know just the right thing to say,” she teased, rolling off him so she could cuddle into his side instead.
“Natural charm,” he said.
“Years of practice, more like,” she said, poking him.
“I’ll accept a combination of the two,” Lance conceded.
She tilted her face up. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Allura,” Lance said. He kissed her again and then flopped against the pillow. “I think more sleep, now.”
Allura shifted and then made a face. “Clean up first. Then more sleep.”
“So demanding,” he said through a yawn.
She smiled and rolled away from him to head for the bathroom. Lance watched the exaggerated sway of her hips as she walked away paired with a flip of her hair and groaned before getting to his feet and following her. If he was really lucky, he’d get to wake up next to her again today and get her all sweaty again.
With that in mind, he padded towards the bathroom with a grin on his face.
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Oneshot / Rating: M / 4k
Summary: The hour before Alec&Magnus’ engagement party Simon comes to yell at Jace for breaking up with Clary, only to end up in an entirely different toe-to-toe.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t hate me and kiss me.”
They both know it’s a lie, but Simon doesn’t argue.
There’s a few things that Jace has grown accustomed to as a Shadowhunter, the simplest things that hit his senses with familiarity. The faint taste of blood on Simon’s lips reminds him of every fight, every fall, every scrape that Jace has experienced. The feel of lean muscle under his grip reminds him of every training match. The ever so slight risk that comes with kissing a vampire makes his adrenaline as high as his last ten fights with a demon. So even though they both know exactly what they’re doing by ignoring the press for time and how Simon shouldn’t have come here to fight about Jace breaking up with Clary in the first place, they still continue to take it further…
“Please,” Rose keened, hips begging even more than her words. “Please, Doctor.”
“Not yet,” he commanded, lips brushing against her clit as he moved to hold her still. “Not until I say. You know the rules.”
“I can’t…” she broke off with a shout as he closed his lips around her and sucked, teeth scraping against her in the process.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything except the heat that washed over her, overwhelmed her. The tension was nigh on unbearable but she couldn’t let go, could only let it keep building until she was wound so tight it felt like she was going to collapse, to shatter.
“Now, Rose. Come for me now,” he ordered, plunging two long fingers deep inside of her.
She obeyed, screaming her release into the empty corridors of the TARDIS.
Also can I have fem!ten/rose and voyeurism, please and thanks.
warnings for some non-consensual voyeurism so… be advised if that’s not your jam
very nsfw
The Doctor thrust two fingers inside of herself, panting as she strained for release. She’d been wound up all day, unable to keep her eyes of Rose in a version of Darilix’s native dress and the way the fabric clung and everything it didn’t cover.
She pictured peeling it off and tasting every inch of skin as it was revealed. Heat curled through her veins and made her toes curl but no matter what she did, she couldn’t bring herself over the edge.
She growled in frustration, trying to focus on her fantasy over everything else. A chime from the TARDIS interrupted her concentration. Her eyes flew open to see what the ship wanted and the screen opposite the bed flickered on.
The Doctor watched, rapt, as the picture crystallized to show her companion, the object of all her fantasies, working to bring herself pleasure. Rose’s fingers were busily working her clit, her nipple. Her head was pressed back into her pillow, eyes screwed shut.
She should look away, should tell the TARDIS to shut off this feed or recording or whatever it was. It was an unforgivable breach of privacy.
She couldn’t look away.
The Doctor set a rhythm that matched Rose’s, panting as she watched her get closer and closer to the edge, approaching that same destination herself. She drank in the details - the full body flush, the dark pink of her puckered nipples and the lighter areolas, the way her mouth fell open on a silent shout as her orgasm ripped through her.
The Doctor came after a few more thrusts of her fingers, the heel of her hand mashing against her clit.
As she lay panting, basking in the afterglow, she spared a hope that the TARDIS had saved a recording of tonight’s show.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” River purred into Rose’s ear as her hand snuck up her shirt to palm her breast. She already had Rose pressed against the wall and panting after just a few kisses - long, excellent kisses to be sure, but she was rather proud of the accomplishment.
“What? Me all wrapped around you,” she hooked one leg around River’s and pulled her closer somehow, “or me up against this wall with my knickers soaked?”
River grinned at her, all wicked intent and flashing eyes. “Oh, definitely both.”
“Good. Now, you’re talking too much I think.” Rose buried a hand in River’s curls and pulled her in for another a kiss, arching into River’s touch as she did.
By the time River pulled back to mouth a line down Rose’s neck, the other woman was delightfully disheveled and the definition of hot and bothered. Which was exactly her plan for the evening.
“River, if you don’t get your hand in my pants in the next minute…” Rose trailed off with a moan as River bit down on the juncture of throat and shoulder, intent on making a mark.
“What are you going to do? Punish me?” she asked, voice silky smooth as her lips brushed against the tender skin of the forming bruise.
“God,” Rose breathed. “I’m going to explode out of my skin is what I’m going to do.”
River huffed out a laugh and pressed a light kiss to the spot before abandoning it. “Can’t have that. I have more plans for us tonight.”
She popped the button of Rose’s denims and quickly undid the zipper to allow room for hand to slide in between skin and the barely-there scrap of fabric Rose was calling knickers tonight.
“Definitely going to want to see what those look like later,” she said. “Haven’t seen this pair before.”
“Bought them yesterday,” Rose said. She looked like she was going to say more but River’s hand moved and suddenly Rose’s world shrank to the finger teasingly circling her clit.
“Cat got your tongue?” River teased, breathless herself now at the further evidence of how close to the edge Rose was.
“Please, River,” Rose begged, bucking her hips against her hand. “I need…”
“I know,” she reassured her. She put more pressure on her clit, rubbing in the fast, hard circles she knew Rose preferred. “Come on Rose. Come for me.”
Rose was clutching River’s shoulders and River relished the idea that there would likely be little bruises from her punishing grip to show for it later. When she thought Rose was about to fall, she moved her hand to thrust two fingers into Rose’s drenched channel while her thumb pressed against her clit.
Rose came with River’s name on her lips and she gently worked her down. River shifted, trying to give herself a little bit of friction while Rose recovered. Because if she knew her lover…
“Give me just a mo’ and then it’s your turn,” Rose said, voice still full of intention.
“Perfect,” River said with a smile as she removed her hand from Rose’s trousers and promptly started to lick them clean, making sure Rose knew exactly what she was doing.
She was just getting started on all the plans she had for their post-date activities.
Summary: He could imagine the picture they made, her pale thighs framing his arse and her hands decorating his tanned back and it made him groan.
Pairing: Nine x Rose || Rating: Explicit / NSFW
Note: For Day Twenty-Six of 31 Days of Ficmas: prompt “fire” - also tagging @doctorroseprompts for the Ficmas event
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The Doctor dropped his forehead to Rose’s shoulder with a hiss as he slid inside of her. It was almost too much - the slick, tight heat of her of her clenching around his cock, the bite of her fingers into his shoulder blades. He could imagine the picture they made, her pale thighs framing his arse and her hands decorating his tanned back and it made him groan.
Rose rolled her hips, impatient. He thrust shallowly, fairly sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself now, and moved his head to capture her lips in a sloppy kiss. His mouth slid over to her jawline as he put more force into the movement of his hips.
Rose’s hands were everywhere, fingertips trailing fire across his cooler skin. He wondered what the temperature difference felt like to her, if he felt like ice against her overheated body. He was jolted out of wondering when she moved those flame-tipped fingers of hers to his ears and led him back to her mouth.
The Doctor palmed one of her breasts, slid a calloused thumb over the nipple and felt it pucker instantly. He wanted to taste but that would mean breaking rhythm, would mean breaking this kiss, and he wasn’t quite willing to do that. Not yet.
He trailed his hand down her body until he could fit it between them, right above where they were joined. She jolted when he slid a finger over her clit, breaking their kiss with a moan. He rubbed her clit in rough circles, just the way she liked, and listened to her breath quicken. He relished the way she caught flame even more, flushing deep pink and almost scorching him with with heat.
He pressed harder, thrust harder and with a shout they both hurtled over the edge within moments of each other.
He caught his breath first and raised his head to grin down at her, eyes still dark and wicked intent written all over his face. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he slid down her body, stopping for a moment to lavish attention on her breast, finally getting to taste what he’d wanted to earlier.
Then he was moving again, down and down and down until his face was inches away from the source of her heat. He grinned up at her again before flicking his tongue against her soaked opening.
He always had loved playing with fire, and this was the best way he’d ever found.
Summary: The Doctor pulls Rose away from a celebratory banquet for a more private feast.
Pairing: Twelve x Rose || Rating: Mature / NSFW
Note: For Day Twenty-Three of 31 Days of Ficmas: prompt “feast” - also tagging @doctorroseprompts for the Ficmas event and Twelve/Rose month :)
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“I cannot believe you told them we had to leave because you had another feast to attend,” Rose said as he pulled her into their room.
“They believed me,” he answered, herding her towards the bed with single minded intent. “And it got us out of there.”
“They didn’t believe you at all.”
“They should have. I told the truth.”
Rose raised an eyebrow, pausing in pushing his jacket from his shoulders. “Oh?”
“Oh, indeed. I think you will find this feast much more enjoyable.”
“Prove it.”
“Gladly.” His grin was positively wicked and Rose felt heat spike through her body.
The Doctor made quick work of the dress she had worn to the banquet, leaving it pooled on the floor in a matter of seconds.
“Up,” he commanded, nodding towards the bed she was leaning against.
Rose wiggled out of her knickers before complying. She propped herself with a couple of pillows and then looked up to see what he was waiting for. She shivered when she met his gaze and saw the way his blue eyes were blazing with pure want.
He crawled up on the bed and settled his shoulders between Rose’s legs and grinned up at her. “Time to eat.”
Rose groaned in exasperation but it quickly morphed into a moan as the Doctor wrapped his lips around her clit and started his feast.
He was right, they both found this one much more enjoyable.
