sophie

about me!! ☆☆☆

• sophie ✪ she/her ✪ wlw ✪ british ✪ cis men dni

•i can write: fluff, nsfw, fem reader, angst, g!p character and headcanons

•what i don’t write: male reader, nsfw involving underage characters, g!p reader

•requests: big, proper juicy requests if possible… i will regulate/ pick+choose what and how much i write so that i don’t go absolutely insane and burn out… so if your request isn’t responded to, then it’s not your fault— i’m sorry but i just genuinely cba 💔

•please note!!: if you want a nsfw piece, please state that you want so! else i will just write sfw

•i also have a masterlist lingering somewhere on my page… given up on updating it tho lol sorry

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•fandoms: stranger things, wednesday, doctor who, enola holmes, penny dreadful

•characters i will mainly write for: isadora capri, rose tyler, suzie pickles, holly shawcross, el hopper, enola holmes, karen wheeler, brona croft/ lily frankenstein

My idea was something along the lines of Reader being a beginner med student who is (perhaps because they're butch, not allowed to study medicine so they resort to) shadowing Victor and learning from him to become a surgeon

(Victor clearly isnt fond of people but he maybe agrees because he sees Reader has every intent on becoming great and is also a bit of a black sheep, being an outcast in the medical community)

Reader only finds out about Victor's experiments around the time Brona/Lily appears and even if a little horrified they're in awe of this medical miracle so they stay on

Im thinking a bit after Lily starts becoming more integrated Reader feels awful and since they've grown to care for her, stick by her side (like Dorian if you will but with more morals - at least than him - and helps her escape Victor and become independent)

lily frankenstein x butch!reader

warnings: none

i have literally been itching to write these penny dreadful requests!! i’ve watched 10 episodes in 5 days so i haven’t completed the show yet but i need to write these omfg 🤤 also i studied victorian surgery at school so i know ball 🙂‍↕️

victor’s creations evoked fear in you.

the way he toyed with life and death made you feel physically sick. it was far from what you’d anticipated when you started working alongside him.

he had reluctantly allowed you to form a partnership with him a few weeks back after admiring your ligature skills. you had steady hands, he’d noticed, firm but meticulous in their movements.

something that he’d figured may come useful. especially right now.

victor stood awkwardly at the sink, lily’s head was leant back into the basin— a halo of auburn locks rippling in the water. her gaze was soft and intent as she mindlessly admired the wooden ceiling. you’d occasionally glance up from afar, hands coated in the blood of an animal specimen, studying the miracle that victor had brought back to life.

lily didn’t frighten you as much as mr clare.

you knew it was wrong to judge others from appearance, christ, you were a victim of that yourself. but the contradiction between mr clare and lily was striking.

he was broad, brutish in his gait, and you’d been a firsthand witness of his strength.

lily however? she’d only been alive a day, but she was already living up to her name. she was delicate— you’d quickly identified. just like a flower— a lily, of course.

and victor didn’t know how to manage delicate. the most careful you’d ever seen him be was when he was tinkering away with some catgut.

“y/n?” victor’s voice snaps you away from your reverie. his voice shook, not with fear, but awkwardness. his hands gripped the edge of the basin, not daring to tend to lily’s hair. “y/n, i don’t suppose you could… assist me in washing lily’s hair?” he pauses, the trepidation in his voice painfully obvious. “i’d wager i’m much less experienced than you. surely you had sisters to tend to when growing up?”

you watch the scene before you quietly force yourself to nod. with a clink, you lay down your scalpel and approach the pair. lily’s eyes drift to you in an instant, wide and soft, like a curious puppy. your heart gives an unfamiliar twist which you were quick to shun down.

“of course, victor.” you nod politely at the man and he responds with a grateful look.

victor moves away, scurrying back over to the far end of the lab to return back to his work. god knows what he was up to.

lily watches him leave, a pout crossing her pale complexion. “victor?” she croaks hoarsely.

“he’s still here.” you’re quick to reassure the confused woman, voice uncharacteristically soft. “just… he’s busy.”

“oh,” she breathes softly with a nod before repeating, “busy.”

“yes…” you mumble, hands hovering over lily’s hair. long locks of the most stunning auburn splay in the bowl before you, a watercolour of browns and reds. “i’ll… tend to your hair instead.”

lily nods singularly, dipping her head further back into the bowl for you. exhaling your nerves shakily, you lower your bloodied hands into the water. the crimson washes off, tinting the water a pinkish colour before you reach for the cleaning solution. you take it carefully, squeezing a dollop into your calloused palms before beginning to soothingly massage it into lily’s hair.

the texture is soft beneath your hardened fingers, wet locks slipping beneath your touch as you lather the bubbles into the strands. your hands soon slide up, moving to scrub the bubbles into her scalp with practiced ministrations.

lily finds herself melting at the sensation, red eyes fluttering shut as her cracked lips part to allow a soft groan to escape.

immediately, your hands still and lily’s groan of delight turns to one of disappointment.

“no…” she utters dryly, “don’t stop… nice.” she mutters, tongue kissing her teeth as she speaks, “it’s… nice, y/n.”

how strangely it affected you to hear her say your name in that way. gripped by emotion, you could neither move nor speak. her hand suddenly falters towards you, creeping upwards until smothering the back of yours. her touch made you want to weep, but you quite needed to function.

you nod, throat too dry to respond, before continuing with your lathering. your fingers dig and nuzzle her scalp, soothing and coaxing the untouched skin. lily starts to groan again, and this time victor glances up from across the room.

his piercing green eyes meet yours, blooming with a sense of recognition that almost felt uncharacteristically fond for victor. his knowing look soon fades as he returns back to his work.

you glance back down to lily, only to discover she had twisted around in her seat to face you. her damp hair soaks her shoulders, running down her skin and dripping to the floor with a repetitive drip, drip, drip. she gazes up at you softly with those strangely alluring red eyes, almost like a newborn doe, intent and curious. slowly, she reaches a hand up— delicate fingers trace your jawline, teeming with an intense fascination.

all you can manage is to swallow thickly, too scared to move as lily continues her deep analysis of your face. her head tilts slightly, damp hair flopping as she utters breathlessly.

Just curious before i send in an ask, do you write for more masculine or gn!reader? (I do not remember if you do)

(also i love ur work so much and hope you’re doing well!!)

hi!! i’m still taking requests dw!!

karen wheeler x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, strap usage, mommy kink

a thick aroma settles in the bedroom, intoxicating you with karen’s pungent perfume. dior poison, the bottle is cast askew on the bedside table, the culprit behind why the room stunk so strongly of dark berries and jasmine.

you could hardly breathe the scent was so thick.

karen looms over you, her thighs comfortably straddling yours as she peers down. her gaze is pointed, eyeliner sharp and lips deliciously plump and rouge.

“what’s the matter, baby?” she drawls, leaning forward even closer. she was teasing you and you knew it, speaking in that low, sultry voice— punctuating every syllable slowly whilst pouting those irresistible lips directly in your face. you recognised how condescending she was being, but honestly, you weren’t complaining. “is mommy’s perfume too strong?”

all you can manage is a pathetic whimper below her, your hair a disheveled mess on the cream pillows. you’d spent countless nights with karen, but still you grew embarrassingly nervous every time.

karen fakes a dramatic, pitiful pout down at you. her hands slither up your arms, encasing your shoulders and rubbing slow, soothing circles. “that’s okay, baby…” she pauses, head tipping to the side in faux sympathy. “i know just how overwhelmed you always get.”

“sorry, mommy.” you whisper shamefully and karen instantly coos.

“mm, no. what did i say about saying sorry all the time, babygirl?” karen hitches a brow inquisitively, not even giving you the chance to answer. she sighs wistfully, “i’m sick of you being so… pliant all the time.” she stares at you thoughtfully for a moment before straightening as an idea hits her. “maybe it’s something i can… force out of you.”

not even a second later, karen’s already stripping herself of her nightgown. she tosses it aside casually, not even glancing at it when it lands to the carpet in a silky heap. she then turns to you, delicate fingers hooking in your underwear as she gently pulls them down. her fingertips are icy and bony against your warm thighs, earning countless shivers in their wake.

eventually, you both are bare on the bed and karen towers over you, strap-on curved upwards and brushing lightly against your lower belly.

karen smirks at the sight and decides to nuzzle her cock closer, watching as you tense adorably beneath her.

her eyes drop casually to your entrance, studying, “gosh, y/n… so wet and i’m not even inside yet.”

slowly, she slots her hips against yours and allows her cock to press gently against your pussy. the tip drags along your soaked clit and you’re wreathing in an instant. karen slaps your thigh gently in response, stilling you.

“still, baby.” she mutters softly, starting to slide her cock in. “mommy’s gonna push in now, okay?”

the strap-on is deliciously thick and its length is perfect. she pushes it in all the way, watching as you whine, until her hips finally meet yours. karen resists a purr at the sight of you so sweaty and needy beneath her, impaled on her cock so prettily.

“mm, you always look so gorgeous when i’m inside you.” karen comments casually, starting to rock her hips back and forth.

her cock slides in and out of your dripping hole, squelching noisily with every loving thrust as you start to involuntarily clench around her. karen recognises your tightness by how she has to increase her thrusting pressure. her hands slide to your hips to stabilise herself as she starts to fuck you faster.

“you’re doing so good, darling…” she mutters, voice starting to become breathy.

you can’t manage to formulate a response as you lay beneath her, eyes transfixed solely onto her breasts— watching, unblinking, as they bounce alluringly with every slam inside your needy pussy.

karen notices your blatant staring and she smirks triumphantly, moving one hand up to squeeze seductively at her breasts. you moan softly at the sight, head tipping back as you tighten impossibly around her relentless cock.

she chuckles lowly, amused— eyes gleaming with mirth. “staring at mommy’s tits, baby?”

“…sorry.”

“no sorry’s.” karen frowns, pounding her hips with much more vigour. wet slaps echo off the walls as she tirelessly ruins you, jamming in and out with increasing intensity until you finally feel yourself start to come undone.

“mmm… mommy…” you whimper pathetically before squirting all over her strap-on. your body shakes with the release, thighs quivering desperately against her.

karen watches, utterly awestruck by how beautiful you look whilst cumming as a result of her cock. a smirk stretches across her face and she moves to slide a hand along your thigh in a soothing, petting motion whilst you come down from your immense high.

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g!p rose tyler x doctor!fem!reader

warnings: slight nsfw

eagerly, you tug sarah jane smith along by her arm towards the tardis. there’s a massive beam on your face, eyes dazzling with the aspect of getting to take an old companion on another adventure decades later. there was so much to catch up on, so much to show her, that you’d almost entirely forgotten about your current companion.

rose trails along behind with a face like thunder, shooting daggers into sarah jane’s back. her fists are tightly clenched in her pockets, scowling all the way. she hated how happy you looked with this other woman. rose shudders with distaste as her mind starts to ponder what you two could’ve possibly gotten up to in the past. surely something exciting given the ecstatic look on your face.

the three of you come to a stop outside the tardis, though rose stands slightly astray. her eyes flick attentively from person to person as you and sarah jane converse.

“oh, i have so much to tell you!” you gush excitedly to sarah jane who stares up at you with a soft grin, “god, i don’t even know where to start…”

“tell me the most interesting bits.” sarah jane chirps brightly to which you nod.

“okay, okay, well-”

and so your droning begins. for what feels like hours for rose, you blabber on about space, time, alien species with names that rose wasn’t even sure she could pronounce. it’s like your mouth was a never-ending motor, yapping on and on for… rose glances at her watch and her face instantly drops. only twenty minutes? it’d felt so much longer. subconsciously, her jealousy grows.

rose watches the way sarah jane’s eyes light up when you start to become particularly animated, using big hand gestures and putting on playful voices to imitate other alien species. that should be her, rose thought. she’d never seen you get so delighted around someone else that wasn’t herself before— and she hated it.

sarah jane suddenly inquires about your two hearts, wondering if you still had them. with an exaggerated nod, you part your jacket and gesture for sarah jane to place a hand to your chest. she reaches forward, but before her palm could connect with your shirt, rose snaps.

she stomps over, teeth grinding and lips pulled back into a nasty snarl. “doctor.” she punctuates sharply.

in an instant, your gaze is snapping over, that stupid excitable puppy look still in your eyes. rose hated how she loved it.

“don’t you think we should get going now, hm?” she hums intently with a forced smile, head tipping to the side expectantly.

“oh! um, yes.” you smile back apologetically, pausing a moment before exclaiming excitedly, “sarah jane, you could come with us!”

at that rose physically has to refrain from slapping you across the face.

there was no way sarah jane was coming with you two, that was for sure.

before sarah jane could even open her mouth to respond, rose has intercepted.

she grabs your wrist painfully tight, jolting open the tardis door with her spare hand. she shoves you inside, following quickly in tow. the second you two are inside, rose slams you against the closed door. her hands lay upon your shoulders, staring darkly up at you. there’s an intensity in her eyes, almost animalistic.

“she’s not coming with us.” rose hisses plainly.

your brow furrows instantly. “why not?”

“i don’t want her to.” rose shrugs simply.

“rose, i really don’t see why she can’t—”

you attempt to protest but rose is pressing harder, her groin digs into your thigh and your breath immediately hitches when you feel her erection against your clothed skin.

“i’ve seen the way she looks at you,” rose mutters sourly, “like she just wants to throw herself at you any second.”

at that your brow hitches, a small smirk twitching across your face. “rose.” you deadpan, “what are you doing right now?”

her expression falters a moment, confused, before realising. she’d just thrown herself at you. “oh.”

“yeah, oh.” you repeat cockily, a hand coming to teasingly ruffle her blonde head of hair. “now stop worrying your pretty little head about straight women who most definitely aren’t interested in me.”

rose’s heart skips a beat. pretty? she feels herself getting harder by the second. she bites back a soft sound when she finally allows herself to focus on the way her cock feels against you.

“so?” you smirk softly, hands coming to cradle rose’s waist. “can sarah jane come? or is your jealousy going to permit that from ever happening?”

rose huffs softly, her head dipping with embarrassment. “fine. but just one time.” she pauses cheekily before adding, “and we’re introducing a two-metre distance between you and her at all times.”

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suzie pickles x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of nsfw

sweat coating both your bodies in a sheen layering, you slither up suzie’s body after ravishing her pussy. she pants softly below you, chest rising and falling with laboured breaths in a hypnotic manner. you clamber up, knees straddling either side of her hips as you slowly lower yourself down.

suzie’s grinning breathlessly below you, dark eyes studying you in silence as you plop down across her frame, earning a gentle grunt from her. she immediately giggles, slender hands on your back in an instant— rubbing, kneading, soothing.

you groan pleasurably beneath her coaxing touch, resisting the urge to arch your back and purr like a contented cat. suzie’s giggles persist, soft and breathy as her hands slowly slip down to your ass. they cup it lovingly, squeezing tenderly, earning little mewls and moans from you.

“y/n…” suzie delicately laughs your name when you squirm atop of her.

“sorry…” you sputter with a small, bashful grin, “feels good.”

“yeah?” suzie mumbles below you, a brow hitching inquisitively. she knew you were young, inexperienced— you’d likely never experienced anything like this before, which was why you were so sensitive to such a simple touch. “i’m glad.” she gives your ass a light pat and you immediately burrow your face into her neck, feeling it burn with embarrassment.

suzie chuckles, running her hands up your back again in a smothering of adoration, “now you’re getting shy, hm?” she hums, tone laced thickly with mirth, “after giving me some of the best head i’ve ever had…” she pauses playfully before erupting in a soft fit of giggles, “god, you’re so adorable.”

she suddenly heaves your frame up, arms wrapping around your hips to bring you onto your side beside her. you lay limply next to her, both your hairs splaying in a mismatch of locks upon the cream pillows. suzie gazes at you with a deep look in those dark eyes, they’re teeming with an intense fondness, directed entirely at you.

instinctively, you begin to wonder what’s rushing through suzie’s frazzled yet undeniably brilliant mind. but it’s hard to tell when it’s suz— she’s complex. she has layers, and you constantly find yourself wanting to peel them back one by one to finally discover the woman within. and right now, as you lay soundly beside her in bed after what possibly might’ve been the greatest night of your life, it’s like looking into an open book.

suzie parts her plump lips softly, the sheets ruffling as she shuffles closer to you. her hands palm your stomach, resting there a moment, and you feel the warmth which they radiate as they splay across your skin. slowly, they slide upwards until cupping your tits gently— not harshly at all, just holding. it’s comforting in ways you can’t describe.

suzie’s eyes flicker all over your face until she finally speaks, “i don’t know what i did to deserve you, n/n.” she admits quietly, voice shaking with truth.

“you didn’t have to do anything, suz.” you shrug back impishly with a little grin, “i just… love you.”

suzie huffs softly, blonde locks flopping adorably over her face. “god…” she mutters softly, “i love you too.”

THANKSSS!! 🩷🩷 I love youu!! 🥹✌

16th doctor x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw

also… i’m probably gonna butcher the whole autistic!reader thing… i will try my best but im so so so sorry if it’s bad… 😓

travelling with the doctor was simply something you couldn’t explain. never in your life before had you felt so free, so eternal. you’d met this crazy, loveable woman who could hop, skip and jump through time and space as if it was just a game of hopscotch.

she’d introduced you to countless alien planets and species, you’d defeated ruthless robots with her, travelled to the literal dawn of time. it was beyond a dream come true. so, today, when the doctor announces that you’d be heading to a planet where they had cats for people— you nearly passed out.

eagerly bounding alongside the doctor, you trek through the long swaying grass of new earth. “cat people? seriously?” you grin brightly up at the blonde woman.

she glances back down at you, a cheeky smile of her own spread tightly across her lips, “mhm, s’right. felinetta, to be exact.”

“and they’re just like…” you pause a moment, mind bursting with potential ideas of what this so-called catkind could look like, “coughing up furballs and licking their paws?”

the doctor throws her head back with a hearty laugh, rouge lipstick a sharp contrast to her pearly teeth. she looked gorgeous with the wind running through her blonde locks, splaying it out almost like a halo. “i’ll have to get back to you on that one.” she quips with a knowing look.

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expertly, the doctor leads the way through the sleek, futuristic hospital. everything is a clinical white— the walls, the floors, the ceilings— so striking that it almost pained your eyes to look at them. the doctor notices, offering a reassuring grin and slight squeeze of your hand which she gladly clutches.

“c’mon, this way, n/n—” she chirps in a sing-song voice, tugging you around a corner until she’s abruptly interrupted by a sudden beeping from behind.

the pair of you halt, spinning on the spot to be met with none other than a cat-lady. instantly, you light up. your eyes bulge with disbelief and an incredulous grin crosses your face, squeezing the doctor’s hand tighter, you refrain from the urge to squeal with delight. a real cat-person?? just stood in front of you?? her tail flicks behind her, ears subtly bristling as she points some sort of scanner at you.

it beeps with alarm and the cat-lady lazily studies you through hooded eyes. a soft, incredulous grin creeps across her face when the device gives her a result.

“human?” she purrs curiously. the sound is low and undeniably sultry, causing you to tense immediately.

“um, yes.” you grin awkwardly back, eyes fixed on the way the cat-lady’s feline pupils narrow into slits with interest.

“mm..” the cat-lady hums blankly, eyes swooping you up and down a couple of times, “right this way.” she extends a paw, claws discreetly pricking at the air.

beside you, however, the doctor stiffens. involuntarily, she stands taller, like an animal trying to make themselves appear more threatening. her nostrils flare and her jaw tenses, hooking a brow, she responds to the cat-lady. “no, the human’s with me.”

the cat-lady scoffs softly, her claws fully unsheathe and her feline lips curl into an almost-snarl. “she needs testing.”

“for what?” the doctor immediately scoffs loudly, taking a brazen forwards and shielding yourself with her frame. “rabies?”

the cat-lady hisses at the insult, sharp fangs on show as her intense stare bores into the doctor.

“go pick on your own yarn, pussycat.” the doctor jeers, brow furrowing with annoyance as the cat-lady reluctantly prowls off, tail flicking agitatedly behind in tow.

immediately, the doctor has turned to you, her hands wrap around your arms— only gently, but still, with heavy possessive undertones. she gazes at you with intense, dark eyes, as if assessing you were okay.

“you alright?” she inquires, an almost sorrowful look crossing her features, “sorry ‘bout that, the catkind…” she pauses a moment, considering, “they don’t see humans much round here.”

“really?” you mumble softly under your breath.

the doctor stifles a soft chuckle, “yeah, i mean…considering you guys blew up a good few couple of millenniums ago now…” she pauses, studying your surprise. “why do you think this place is called new earth?”

concern creases across your features even further, “why? what happened to… old earth?”

the doctor chuckles lightly, ruffling your hair playfully. “don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.”

at the doctor’s comment, you suddenly find yourself becoming extremely bashful. unconsciously, you sway slightly on the spot as you gaze up at her with a slight, cheeky grin. “pretty?” you repeat curiously, heading tilting slightly to the side.

the doctor halts abruptly, seemingly coming to terms with what she just said. she blinks, mouth agape momentarily before sharply snapping shut again. a sly smirk crosses her features, “yeah, pretty.” her hands slide up your arms, clutching tighter until she slowly starts to tug at you. contentedly, you allow her, and she drags you into a spare hospital room.

it was empty, thank god, besides from a bed and a small bedside table. the doctor drags you slowly and your feet stumble slightly with muffled giggles as she spins you around, backs of your knees thumping against the bed. the doctor grins down at you as she looms from above,

“if i see you flirting with one of them cats again, n/n…” the doctor huffs playfully, slowly shaking her head. “i’m not gonna be very happy.”

“why?” you rebuttal bravely, an eyebrow hitched teasingly, “jealous, doctor?”

the doctor scoffs at your courage, forcing you closer to the bed, her chest brushes against yours and she leans down, muttering low in your ear. “yeah, actually. i am.” she suddenly shoves you onto the bed where you crash with a soft thud and eruption of giggles. the doctor’s smile stretches, hair curtaining around her face as she leans down.

once within reach, and through breathy giggles, she smothers your face entirely with kisses. all you can do is wriggle beneath her, her touch like tickles leaving smudged lipstick in the wake.

“doctor!” you gasp breathlessly when she flops down right beside you on the bed with a jolt. though her siege of smooches continues, staining your skin rouge with adoration.

“hold still, you’re wriggling like i don’t even know what…” she sputters, equally as amused. her lips quickly find your jawline, sucking and nibbling lovingly at the skin. you hiss softly and the doctor immediately soothes the sore skin gently with her tongue.

the two of you get lost within the soft passion, the doctor’s jealously doesn’t help at all, making her want to leave her mark over every single inch of your skin. her hands snake down, sliding over your belly and eagerly attempting to pry into your trousers.

you gasp, eyes widening with surprise.

the doctor’s head jerks up and her hands halt immediately, her gaze breaks into something incredibly tender. “y/n, is this okay?…”

your breath hitches at the question, your heart almost beating as fast as the doctor’s— and she had two. you nod gently and the doctor feels something bloom in her chest.

her hand slips downwards, slender fingers finding your clit immediately. lightly, she traces the soaked bud with her index finger and a sudden shiver rattles down your spine. the doctor senses your reaction and prevails her actions, her middle finger slots into position, pressing teasingly against your tight hole.

you whine needily, eyes brimming with want as they lock onto the doctor’s face. she shouldn’t be able to look so gorgeous all the time— it wasn’t fair.

“can a cat-person do this?… without clawing you, at least.” she mischievously inquires, suddenly dipping her digit into your soaked slit. her finger fills you, sliding deep until her knuckle hits your folds.

you’re clenching around her immediately, embarrassingly tight around just one finger. the doctor hums and forces her ring finger inside too. she studies your reaction, the way your back arches and the way your toes curl painfully tight.

shaky whines sputter past your lips and the doctor starts to pump her fingers in and out rhythmically whilst circling your clit dangerously slow.

the pleasure is indescribable, she’s teasing you in just the right ways, and the way she hovers over you— hair flopped and eyes intently watching, you could’ve just cummed then and there.

but you knew you had to hold it back, just for now. releasing so fast would just be embarrassing, another stupid thing for the doctor to pester you over.

so, you obviously cling on but the doctor’s making that harder and harder. her fingers thrust faster, squelching as they hit deeper and deeper inside you each time. the tracing of your clit grows faster too, the pressure gradually increasing with each full circle.

“god, look at you…” the doctor tuts with satisfaction, “never seen you so quiet before… besides the whimpering, anyway.”

you whine pitifully when she suddenly slams her fingers even deeper, causing your pussy to clamp down impossibly tight. the doctor grins wider, pumping her fingers faster and faster until she finally gets to witness you unwinding beneath her.

your breath hitches as your orgasm comes crashing over you, your juices squirt heavily all over her hand and you let out a soft, involuntary moan.

the doctor grins, slowly riding you down before slipping her sticky hand out of your trousers. she brings her hand to her lips, lapping momentarily before grinning coyly.

“cleaning your paws, doctor?” you tease breathlessly from the bed, referring to the catlike lapping of her hand, utterly spent. “you can hardly make fun of cat-people whilst you’re doing stuff like that, y’know.”

the doctor glares at you lightheartedly, suddenly baring fake claws at you with a fake, dramatic hiss.

you tut and slowly shake your head, flopping it back onto the bed in a rustle of white sheets. “so childish that it’s hard to believe you’re over a thousand years old…”

protective isadora headcanons

warnings: none

-when isadora first found out about what happened in your previous relationship, she was beyond distraught. it was a warm night in her arms, the two of you fighting back tears as you opened up. her fingers carded delicately through your hair, occasionally nodding as she desperately blinked back tears. her heart felt as if it was being gnawed apart with each shaky admission from you. she couldn’t take it any longer, her darling girlfriend had been through so much and every instinct in her body, human and wolf, was screaming at her to protect you.

-it started with small things, like always keeping an eye on you when you were out. or discreetly sniffing at the air to scent any hint of distress within you. there wasn’t much she could do in her human form to satisfy the imploring need to protect you.

-in her wolf form, however, she was able to please the need much more easily:

-every night, isadora would transform into her ulterior body and usher you into bed. she’d press at you with her big wet nose, nuzzling you towards the mattress where she’d hop on with a groan of protest from the bed springs due to her wolf’s heavy weight. she’d circle the bed repeatedly until comfortably curling up like a dog. then, she’d gladly lift you gracefully by the collar using her teeth, placing your body in the small, cozy curled gap between her torso and her tail. her fur was like a soft blanket, radiating warmth all night long. she’d lap at you instinctively, as a mother wolf would clean her pup.

-isadora wouldn’t dare let her eyes drift shut until she was entirely sure that you were asleep. her dark, intense eyes would dart around the room— piercing through slithers in the curtain to make sure no one could get to you.

-in the morning, when light begins to creep in through the curtains— isadora snaps sharply awake with a loud bark. her instincts on high alert, mind falsely tricked into believing the light was an unwanted intruder. which it was, as you groggily begin to stir awake in the cozy crevice which her body provided for you.

-her ears instantly lower, ashamed for waking you. however, isadora’s quick to apologise, offering a plethora of gentle nose boops and licks to the cheek. her tail thumps happily against the mattress, delighted by the giggles which part your lips.

-later in the day, when you return home from work, isadora instantly notices a shift in your demeanour. after lazily lounging about all day in her wolf form, isadora instantly leaps up and bounds towards you as you tiredly sling your coat up on the hanger. she notices the worried look on your face and sniffs enthusiastically in attempt to scent exactly what’s made you feel that way.

-she tilts her big head up at you, a certain look in those big puppy eyes of hers makes you want to spill everything, but you don’t. you choose to remain silent and attempt shoving past the big ball of fur but she prevents you. using her large frame, she obstructs your path and begins to swiftly swoop around you. she circles you repeatedly, sniffing endlessly until suddenly letting out a shrill bark.

-it was the pungent scent of that miserable coworker of yours again, he was always making you feel down. isadora looks up at you, a pleading in her eyes— as if asking for permission to hunt him down. you laugh weakly, patting her fluffy head.

-“i’m alright, isa…” you smile slightly, “you don’t have to go maul a man for me…”

I had a dream last night about Isadora and me being camp directors and ah I loved it.

I was wondering if you could do something similar. Isadora putting an out of order sign on the bathroom door before taking Reader telling her to be quiet.

g!p isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: g!p, nsfw

a warm breeze wrapped around you as isadora briskly tugged you along by the wrist. you’d been waiting for this all day— the shared looks, the witty comments, the constant brushing of skin— they’d all built up to this.

isadora comes to a steady halt at the door of a small wooden shack. the flimsy toilet stood before you both, the wood practically eroding. isadora reaches into her pocket, withdrawing a used napkin, she pins it to the door with a piece of used gum before lazily scrawling on it. she writes “out of order” in a velvet lipstick before sharply turning to you. her dark eyes flare with desire, chest rising and falling heavily.

“if we’re doing this, darling.” she breathes lowly, a warning. “we have to be quiet.”

you’re nodding in an instant, bones shaking with anticipation. isadora simply allows a sultry smirk before stepping inside the small shack with you in tow.

inside the shack it’s incredibly claustrophobic— there’s a dim, flickering light hung to the web-infested ceiling. a thick layer of dust smothers everything and the toilet itself looks more like a dirty pig trough.

not that it mattered, isadora and you definitely weren’t here to relieve yourselves in that way.

before you could even comment on the poor condition of the place, isadora has slammed you to the wall. it shakes madly under the sudden force, clearly not used to something so aggressive. regardless, isadora doesn’t seem to care, she looms over you, breathing heavily. her warm breaths blow all over your face, heating your skin unbearably hot. you gaze up at her, needy and pathetic.

“i’ve been waiting for this all day…” she growls, tracing a single fingertip down the curve of your jaw. you shiver beneath the touch, not daring to speak back.

her fingers slither down your skin, past your shoulders and past your chest until her hands encircle your waist. she holds you, pressing herself closer until you feel her soft chest smooshing against yours. you dare a brief glance down, entranced by the way her blouse plunges to reveal her cleavage.

she smirks by how distracted she’s making you, knowing you couldn’t resist her bust. she decides to pounce while her prey’s distracted.

unexpectedly, isadora unsheathes her claws into your skin. the cold claws plunge deep into your flesh, immediately snapping your attention back to her face. your expression pales as pain overcomes you, your mouth turning dry.

“don’t worry, pet.” she mutters darkly into your ear, giving her claws a brief wiggle inside your flesh. “i won’t let you bleed out.”

effortlessly, she shimmies out of her skirt, letting it drop to a heap of leopard-print fabric on the floor. carelessly, she kicks it aside before kneeling down. she leans in and her sharp teeth dig into your trouser waistband, sharply yanking and pulling them down along with your panties.

she practically salivates at the sight, fangs peeking out her lips as she subtly sniffs at the air. your scent overwhelms her and she swallows thickly as she studies the way your pussy drips with desire. with a low rumble, she shoves her face between your thighs and eagerly begins lapping like a dog. her rough tongue smothers your clit with wild abandon as all you can do is simply whine and coat her tongue even more. she gulps down your wetness thirstily, as if she’s been parched of liquid for days. she grunts softly, big eyes gazing up at you whilst she ravishes your poor pussy.

her fingers remain in your sides even as you cum all over her tongue, the substance dripping down her chin between eager gulps.

she pulls back slowly and rises to her feet again, leaning forward and pressing her hardening length to your already-sore mound. she grinds her hips slowly, letting her cock fully lengthen against your bare skin.

you shiver with anticipation, soaking isadora’s fat cock as she watches with silent satisfaction.

“i’m going to take you now…” she mutters low into your ear, voice raspy as always, “but you have to promise me to remain completely silent.” she stares at you, eyes burning with utmost seriousness. “if even one student discovers what we’re doing in here…” she pauses, the tension so thick you were practically choking on it. “i will not hesitate to tear my claws through you, miss l/n. understand?”

swallowing thickly, all you can mange is a nod again.

isadora smirks before abruptly stuffing herself inside you. her cock brutally forces itself past your opening, bullying deep into your pussy. you’re incredibly tight and isadora has to hold back animalistic grunts of desire as she begins to wildly pump her hips back and forth. her cock slams deeper and deeper with each violent thrust, each time nuzzling against your poor cervix.

you go to cry out with pleasure but isadora stops you in an instant by sinking her claws deeper inside you. the cry of pleasure transforms into one of pain which isadora hastily muffles by slamming her lips to yours. she kisses you passionately, keeping you pinned to the wall with her claws as her wet lips smother your own. she tastes of red wine and a sickeningly sweet caramel, the tastes overwhelming your senses as you continue blindly allowing isadora to take you.

she rocks her hips crazily, heavy balls swinging and slapping audibly against your thighs with each firm thrust. she huffs and puffs against your lips, her eyes threatening to roll back as her orgasm rapidly builds up.

“pathetic normie taking my wolf cock…” she growls against your lips, each word punctuated with a powerful thrust, “wasting my seed on something like you…”

her insults are void of any true malice, and they only cause you to smirk lazily against her lips.

with a shaky, pleasured whimper, isadora finally undoes inside of you. her cum spills out in thick, copious ropes which splatter into you. her hips pump blindly, lost in the pleasure as her balls endlessly spasm and spew up more and more seed. she fills you to the brim, panting quietly as sweat coats her naked body.

finally, she leans her head back from yours and glances down to asses the mess. a pleased shiver runs through her, a faint smirk crossing her lips at the sight of you looking so embarrassingly spent and stuffed.

“good girl.” she chirps, feigning nonchalance despite her obvious breathlessness, “you managed to remain relatively quiet for someone so spent.”

you quiver under her gaze, tightening around her twitching cock as she remains firmly locked inside you.