merryyurimas asked: Her hand squeezed harder. "Stop." His tongue stilled almost instantly. She shifted back slightly, pushing herself deeper onto his tongue. Her hips twisted and bent and writhed, grinding her cunt against his tongue with violent and ecstatic energy. "Start." She groaned and his tongue began to make a vague imitation of her movements. A shuddering sigh flowed through her and she quieted it by closing her lips over his cock. She bit down on his length ever so gently and relished the sensation (-c-)
of his pained groan against her tender cunt. Her lips rose and her tongue teasingly flicked across his tip in touches that promised so much more but delivered nothing. His hips bucked reflexively, his need overpowering his mind. Her hand raked it’s way across his chest. “Bad boy.” She muttered. “Do you want me to get the crop?” If he answered her, she didn’t notice but she didn’t move off him. Her cunt pressed harder, nearly suffocating him with her musky scent.
merryyurimas asked: Muffled noises came from beneath her. She giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry." She rose just enough and leaned down, her fingers nimbly removing the gag. "Now, don't I smell nice, Doctor?" He inhaled deeply. "Lovely, Ro-" He realised the error too late, the word had already begun to emerge. Her hand closed over his cock, pinching the head painfully between thumb and forefinger. "What was that?" She hissed. "Nothing, Mistress." He whined. "It didn't sound like nothing." She said, her voice even but (-c-)
with a hint of malice and anger. “It sounded like Rose.” She tilted her head. “And you know what you are supposed to call me in here, don’t you?” He nodded beneath her. Her hand pinched tighter. “Say it.” He gasped in agony, but there was a hint of pleasure in there too. “Mistress.” He breathed. “Much better.” She grinned. “But you still need to be punished.” Her cunt pressed to his lips and her hips gyrated in erratic motions. His tongue wagged feebly in an effort to lick at her.
merryyurimas asked: Her lips moved up in a trail of soft and fluttering touches, kisses that flickered into glorious life for but an instant. He groaned and attempted to shift himself toward her, to touch her, to do something. The ropes held him still. She grinned up at him devilishly. "No, no, not yet." She waggled a finger mockingly. "Patience, unless you want to be disciplined again?" He shook his head. She laughed and her lips began again. Not in soft, lingering kisses this time though. This time, it was (-c-)
a flurry of teeth and tongue, of bites and licks and hard unforgiving presses of lip to skin. His hands made claws and raked the air. Her hands did much the same, but against flesh. Her nails dragged slowly along his cock. They scratched and stroked at his chest. Muffled grunts and groans of mingling pleasure and pain pressed against the gag in a desperate bid for escape. Her lips found their way past his collarbone, and up his neck. Teeth and tongue played with ear. “I think, it’s time for a change of pace.” She leaned back, towering over his bound form. He looked so beautiful like that. So vulnerable. She didn’t see that much outside of the bedroom. Out there he was Mister Know It All, out there he was the Doctor. But in here, he was little red riding hood and she was the big bad wolf. She slipped off him and moved around, hands never straying far from his raw and reddened skin. Her cunt pressed down against the plastic of the ball gag. “Don’t I smell good, Doctor?”
rikki-tikki-tavvi asked: 'She sees him sometimes, turning a corner just out of the corner of her eye, watching her with sad and empty eyes as she goes on her way towards her latest temp job. She swears she's seen him with her grandfather before, out with the telescope on cold winter nights, but by the time she steps out of the house to see who he is, Wilf is always alone, though a sadness lingers in him as well, and she never knows quite what to make of it.' (I'm on a roll, I guess)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DO I HATE YOU OR LOVE YOU???
rikki-tikki-tavvi asked: ' she leans against his back, the press of his leather jacket warm against her skin, and golden eyes slip shut as she listens to his voice wash over her. She doesn't know where they are, only when, and that they're here for a purpose far larger then anything she ever planned for. She'd seen it coming this morning, the War that was about to split time and space and her Doctor's heart, and she would be prepared.' (oops)
I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING
darlingpan asked: uni au in which martha ends up becoming friends with a professor who is known as 'the doctor' and might secretly fall for him (in dismay of her roommate donna who likes the doctor well enough but sees hes just a ordinary man who's not actually all that special (protective!donna yay)) but then finds out he is actually seeing another student called rose (idk why the professor is dating students idc just go with it) and martha gets heartbroken because she has idolised the doctor for too long --
— so she decides to figure out what it is that this ‘rose’ has that she hasn’t but along the way she actually realises that rose is a great girl and they become friends and eventually she might actually go on a date with rose’s best friend who is very ordinary and very nice and has a name which is mickey
dONT’ EVEN TOUCH ME RN
merryyurimas asked: They knew about the Room of Requirement for some time. It was always there for them, whatever they needed. It was just beds and lube at first, but as they became more adventurous it shifted to their needs. Baths and showers, ropes and toys, illustrated manuals with all kinds of tips and suggestions; it offered anything they could dream of and then some. It fed their hunger as it sated it, their need to experiment only growing with each new position or kink they tried.
OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD GHREIAHGRIUEHGUIERHGIURJEJFROIHGURE
merryyurimas asked: Abandoned classrooms. Desolate corners of the grounds. They take their moments when and where they can. Late at night. Between classes. Brief kisses, make out sessions when no one is watching. It is all too brief, but they don't care. They need each other, they always have and they'll take a thousand brief kisses or moans squeezed out in darkened classrooms at the dead of night over anything else.
PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSE CODEPENDENT PATILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!