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seaweedstarshine · 2 months

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Reading the newly-published Amy’s Choice original script, and!!! The Doctor's arc!!! I understand cutting back on it to better focus on the titular Choice of Amy, but the way the script uses the Doctor's self-hatred to really explore his feelings towards the Ponds and their relationship does feel balanced here, I wish more of it was left in!

As someone who loves the angle of the Doctor yearning to be worshiped and hating himself for it, I might have ulterior motive to wish this scene wasn't cut:

But really, it's the way it shows the Doctor is slowly unravelling as his relationship with Amy and Rory is picked apart — one thing I'm not sure the episode fully got across is that the Dream Lord is picking on the Doctor first and foremost, and picking on the Ponds because it upsets the Doctor to know that he's hurting them.

If only each episode just got a full hour runtime honestly!

The next screenshot is good. “You’re my friends.” Of course! They both are! Of course he's insecure — of course he wonders, in Amy's grown-up married life, where the imaginary friend fits in. (After all, Martha and Donna got married promptly after leaving, and Rose kind of ended up the same.)

But now that he's no longer insecure about their closeness excluding him, he's no longer so confident the TARDIS is real — a mirror to the way Rory no longer cares once he knows Amy would rather die than be without him.

This next scene is partially in the episode, but as much as I like the Doctor ignoring the Dream Lord, the Doctor's “Because they never see me again doesn’t mean I never see them” is everything for his Pond family vibes here — featuring inner turmoil. He does inevitably hurt his companions, but he always loves them, too.

In the frozen TARDIS, they're actually dying, their organs and brains are shutting down, so the Doctor forces them to keep moving and repeat after him to keep them alive and he shouts how he loves them, because that's what matters to him, they are all that matter to him:

Which makes Rory's inevitable demise in the next story so much harder! Honestly, I already been disappointed about the Hungry Earth deleted scene on YouTube where the Doctor is talking to Amy about how much he likes Rory, but hey, I see the love between these three in Season 5, and I love that we have so many scripts to affirm it.

If only each episode just got a full hour runtime so all this didn't have to be cut!!!

The script library, if anyone hasn't seen it. It used to mostly have recent stuff, but now it has a whole lot more! (Don't go there looking for Season 7 or 8 though.)

#amys choice is a favorite of mine and (remains so) but these are all so good. if only there was more season 6&7!!!#Eleventh doctor #Amy pond #Rory williams #11th doctor #pond family #doctor who #Amy's Choice #dark!doctor #words by seaweed

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jackmcspringheel · 5 months

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What if…? The Eleventh Doctor ran into Martha Jones again, after losing the Ponds - Moodboard

#doctor who #dw edit #the Doctor #11th Doctor #eleventh Doctor #Martha Jones #dark!doctor #my moodboards

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sacha-da-1 · 1 year

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I think the Master should have to deal with either a dark or possessed Doctor at some point. I think that’s only fair.

#the master #the doctor and the master #dark!doctor #the possession has to be an actually threatening one #like the mara or zagreus something fun like that #those two feel like completely different levels but you know #doctor who #the master met the valeyard in toatl but the valeyard didn’t threaten his life or try to make him join forces with him so

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whump-or-whatever · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 29

Prompts: What doesn’t kill me… - sleep deprivation | defiance | “better me than you”

Tw: self-harm (referenced)

Fandom: Doctor Who (reboot)

Context: Erin is an OC companion

Summary: The Doctor blames himself for the death of a species and punishes himself. Erin thinks that if he blames himself he should blame her too. They get into an argument, then a bit of a fight (sort of Dark!Doctor?). River finds them afterwards.

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Erin had been on the tardis for a few months. By this point, she and the Doctor had visited many planets and times together. Their last trip was three days ago, a long time to wait for the Doctor. Erin knew that it had been rough on him, though. An entire species had been enslaved, and despite trying to save them, the president of the planet had activated a self-destruct that he had installed in all of their brains. All of the species had died, and the Doctor clearly blamed himself.

After three full days of the Doctor brushing past her without a word, Erin was extremely concerned. This is why, when he walked past her where she sat in the control room she grabbed his arm to get his attention. What she wasn’t expecting, though, was for him to withdraw his arm with a visible wince. Erin looked at the Doctor with knowing eyes.

When the Doctor first met her, Erin had been in a bad way. He knew she wasn’t unfamiliar with self-hatred, and he knew she wouldn’t let it go.

“Doctor,” she said, standing up slowly. “What’s wrong with your wrist?”

He averted his eyes, but did not move. In his current state, he had not the energy to care if she found out. Erin approached him slowly and took his hand in hers. Rolling up his sleeve, she revealed the criss crossed cuts covering his forearm. Erin’s face was unreadable, which disturbed the Doctor slightly.

“Why did you do this?” Erin asked calmly.

The Doctor gave a short, derisive laugh. “Why do you think? I killed an entire species.”

Erin gave him a leveled look, releasing his arm. “I was there too,” she said, “I am equally responsible. If you deserve this then so do I.”

The Doctor shook his head. “No, you wouldn’t have been there if not for me.”

Erin was having none of this. “Bullshit, that’s absolute bullshit. If you deserve to be punished for their deaths then so do I,” she chided. “You’ll do it to yourself but not to me? What type of justice is that?”

The Doctor’s eyes turned dark. “I wouldn’t push it right now, Erin,” he said coolly.

A bold grin flashed across her face. “You’re a coward,” she said taking a step toward the Doctor. His fists clenched at his sides as he stepped back. She advanced further despite this. “You selectively apply your rules depending on your mood. You’re too scared to follow your own moral compass or uphold your own beliefs.”

The Doctor stilled as his back hit the wall. Erin stopped mere inches from him. “Erin,” he said, his voice shaking with hidden anger, “back up. Now.”

It was a warning, and Erin knew it. She hadn’t made her point yet, though. “No,” she said, “if you deserve this, then by your own logic so do I.”

The Doctor’s eyes flashed with rage as he pushed Erin back from him roughly. She fell back onto the floor and turned in time to see him advance on her. His eyes showed none of their usual kindness or recognition, only fury and darkness. Erin jumped to her feet just in time for him to punch her hard across the jaw.

She felt her jaw crack and pain went shooting through her face as she fell to the floor once again. Erin hadn’t even opened her eyes before the Doctor had hold of her shirt, pulling her up. His fist connected with her nose, resulting in blood gushing down her face and over her clothes. He dropped her back to the floor where she groaned, her eyes squeezed shut tight at the pain.

Giving her a once over look, the Doctor pulled his leg back and kicked her in the ribs. Erin rolled away with a cry of pain, but he followed her. Judging by the pain when she breathed, Erin guessed at least one rib was broken. She had come to a rest lying face down, breathing raggedly in an attempt to get through the throbbing in her chest.

The Doctor approached and stomped the heel of his shoe down on her right hand, causing her to whimper as her fingers were crushed. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to make eye contact with him. The second their eyes met and he saw the pain written clearly on her face, the Doctor stumbled back in shock, seeming to snap out of his anger.

“Oh my god,” he muttered as he covered his mouth with his hands, eyes not leaving Erin as he slid down the wall to a sitting position and let out a choked sob. Erin’s head fell back to the floor as she moaned through the pain, pulling her mutilated hand in to her chest. She breathed heavily for a few moments until she felt she could manage the agony.

Pushing herself up with her left hand, Erin grit her teeth at the pain shooting through her. She crawled slowly over to the Doctor, leaving a trail of blood dragging behind her. As she reached him, she collapsed with her head against his chest, breathing heavily. Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her hair as his tears began to flow freely.

Erin became vaguely aware of the Doctor muttering, and she strained to hear him saying, “I’m so sorry,” over and over again.

“I forgive you,” Erin said as her eyelids grew heavy with the amount of pain coursing through her body. “I forgive you.”

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Erin awoke to a soft hand caressing her cheek. Before she opened her eyes she could feel the doctor still wrapped around her, asleep judging by the consistency of his breaths. Cracking her eyes open, Erin was met with the cloudy sight of a woman with bright curly hair. Her mouth was moving, but it took a few moments for Erin to register that she was calling her name.

“Erin!” River said firmly, hand cupping the aside of her face. River had decided to investigate after she heard news of what had happened. She knew the Doctor would not take it well, but she never expected what she found when she boarded the tardis. She found the Doctor sitting on the floor of the console room, unconscious and wrapped around Erin, his most recent companion. Both Erin and the Doctor were covered in blood, which had clearly sourced from Erin’s nose. Bruises covered the left side of her face, and her right hand was mangled and clutched closely to her chest.

River’s heart had dropped at the sight, and she immediately attempted to wake Erin. The minute the younger girl opened her eyes River could tell she was not in a good state. They were unfocused and listed aimlessly, struggling to hold on to any particular point of reference. “Doctor, what have you done?” River murmured to herself.

“S’not ‘is fault,” Erin slurred, cringing as she moved to extricate herself from the Doctor’s arms. “I pr’voked ‘im.”

River shook her head in disbelief, grabbing hold of Erin’s shoulders to help her to her feet, then supporting her weight as she stumbled. “Why in the world would you do that?” she asked.

Erin gave a soft, lopsided grin. “I’s makin’ a point,” she said. The smile quickly left her face as her body was wracked with a coughing fit that left her wheezing in pain.

“We need to get you to the infirmary,” River said, noticing how the colour drained from Erin’s face as she swayed on her feet. River helped Erin to the jump seat before returning to the Doctor’s side. Without a moment’s hesitation, River slapped him across the face, startling him awake.

Grabbing the side of his face with a startled yelp, the Doctor’s eyes scanned River with a confused look. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same question. Now get up and help me,” River said angrily, quickly returning to Erin’s side.

As the Doctor’s eyes found his companion, his blood ran cold. He stood up quickly and rushed over to her, cupping his hands around her face. “Oh my god, Erin,” he muttered, “I did this. I did this to you. I’m so sorry.”

Erin opened her eyes, which had fallen shut, and focused on the Doctor’s face. She smiled weakly and reached up to place her hand lightly over his forearm. “Then you had better apologize to yourself as well,” she said.

River looked between the two of them, confusion written on her face. The Doctor’s eyes were sad, but clearly a profound sense of understanding had passed between him and his companion.

Erin let her hand drop as River and the Doctor helped her to stand up and the three of them made their way to the infirmary. Laying Erin down on the bed, River sent the Doctor to retrieve the medical supplies she needed. He returned with a wet cloth and a first aid kit, setting down the kit to begin wiping blood off Erin’s face. Her eyes scrunched in pain as he went over her bruised face.

“I need to know exactly what happened so I know what injuries will be present,” River said matter-of-factly.

The Doctor was silent for a few moments before he responded quietly. “I-,” he started, “there were two punches to the face, one kick to the ribs, and a step on the hand.” He looked sick as he said this out loud.

River just nodded and began prodding Erin’s ribs. She paused when Erin cried out in pain and curled in on herself. “At least one broken rib, but it’s not puncturing anything. There’s not much I can do about that,” River said before moving on to look at Erin’s hand.

Having finished wiping the blood off, the Doctor stood beside the bed wringing his hands worriedly. Erin drew in a shuddering breath the second River touched her hand.

River knew that the hand was broken just by looking at it. The swelling and bruising was severe, and two fingers stood at awkward angles. “I’m going to have to set your fingers,” River said, looking at Erin, “it’s going to hurt.”

Erin nodded, trying to appear brave, but the fear was apparent in her eyes. River gave an apologetic smile before quickly grabbing hold of one of the fingers and re-aligning it. Erin bit down hard on her lip, whimpering at the pain coursing up her arm. The Doctor was by her side in a second, grabbing on to her left hand to give her something to squeeze.

“Breathe,” River reminded her, running her hand through Erin’s hair soothingly. Erin gasped, having not realized she was holding her breath, and panted in a bid to regain it.

Less than a minute later, Erin screamed as River set the second finger, no longer able to hold back the tears that escaped through squeezed shut eyes.

“Shhh, it’s done now,” the Doctor whispered, rubbing his thumb over the back of Erin’s hand. When she looked at his face there were tears running down it.

“Why can you not shed a tear for yourself, Doctor?” Erin asked, looking at him with sad eyes.

He looked down at their intertwined hands. “Because I don’t deserve it,” he said quietly, “I’ve hurt so many people.”

Erin shook her head, “so, you think that the way to make up for accidentally hurting people is hurting someone else?”

“No!” he responded quickly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Doctor,” River said, “she’s talking about you.”

He shifted awkwardly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

River rolled her eyes, “sweetie, we’re married. I already know all your dirty little secrets.”

He looked at her for a moment, stunned, before conceding, “alright, the point was made. I do not, however, approve of the method.” At the last bit, he turned a scolding finger on Erin.

“Nor do I,” River said, putting her hands on her hips. “That was stupid and reckless.”

Erin nodded, “yeah, well, we can talk about it once you’re done. The infirmary creeps me out.”

River put splints on Erin’s fingers and wrapped her hand. When she was done, Erin sat up with a groan.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” River asked, placing a hand on Erin’s arm.

“Anywhere but here,” she responded.

The Doctor gave River a look that told her this was not a hill to die on. Sighing, River helped Erin to stand up. She swayed slightly on her feet but was otherwise fine. Although the pain shooting through her was less than pleasant. The Doctor and River managed to help Erin to her bedroom to rest.

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#Whumptober2022 #no.29 #defiance #better me than you #Doctor who #fic #self harm #self harm whump #dark!doctor #whumper turned caretaker #female whumpee #whump #whump writing

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gothicspork · 3 months

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Medicine proficiency by default? Plague Doctor Dark Urge

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ex0skeletal-undead · 10 months

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Ypres, painting by Atago Zao

#art #illustration #painting #dark art #horror #macabre #fantasy #surreal #actual horse #plague mask #plague doctor #war #fire

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thefiresofpompeii · 4 months

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missy doesn’t understand that she’s in the wrong genre. she believes she’s in a darkly alluring gothic romance instead of an optimistic sci-fi show. in her genre, gifting your estranged ex/enemy/lover/best friend/twin flame an indestructible undead army to prove to him that your will to power is identical is the most romantic gesture imaginable. it’s victory via surrender, it’s control through abdication. all her scheming to “corrupt” him, to demonstrate that they’re the same deep down, that his sanctimonious morality is nothing but a method of keeping his own conscience clean, that’s the hannibal gene, the lestat gene (*obviously the dynamics aren’t 1-to-1 similar, but… close enough) and missy’s tragedy in death in heaven is in that, within the narrative format she’s trapped in, she can never succeed

#dw #jamie catches up #death in heaven #missy #twissy #the narrative #thoschei #twelfth doctor #twelve #doctor who meta #dark water #doctor who series 8 #the master

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turnleft · 5 months

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The one adventure you've never had.

#doctor who #doctor who spoilers #donna noble #catherine tate #david tennant #dwedit #the doctor #fourteenth doctor #the giggle #this set looks so dark but anything brighter looks really bad i’m sorry #my posts

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marzipanandminutiae · 2 years

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on the flip side of that Toxic Skincare Obsession post: I’m tired of seeing sun protection presented as another frivolous, unnecessary product of the patriarchy

“I’m going to sit in the sun with wine and enjoy it and fuck anti-aging products like SPF!” I mean yes normalize and celebrate people- especially women -not looking 22 forever but also

Skin Cancer Is Bad Maybe?

#sun protection #skincare #you don't even have to use a tanning bed or lay out in the sun or whatever #neither of my parents have ever intentionally tanned; they just seldom wore sunscreen for decades #and they've both had pre-cancerous cells chemically burned off their faces #no such thing as a safe tan in the long run. it's not that you should stress yourself out about it #but you SHOULD take reasonable precautions #(and yes dark-skinned people too. Black people tend to have worse outcomes with melanoma because doctors trained on light skin #may not catch it soon enough)#Everyone! Needs! Sun Protection!#It is not a frivolous beauty thing!

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themastergifs · 5 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHELLE GOMEZ (November 23, 1966)

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seaweedstarshine · 4 months

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This part of The Crimson Horror novelization lives rent free in my mind:

‘I could materialise the TARDIS around her on stage!’ cried the Doctor. ‘No—’ he concluded bitterly. ‘Too conspicuous. Blow pipe?’ ‘What?’ ‘Use a blow pipe dart to knock her out. Just for a bit. Long enough to get her back here. Strong cuppa. Two rounds of toast. Gentle interrogation…’ ‘Right,’ I sighed. ‘Or—’ ‘Befriend her as a child! Easy! I can nip back in the TARDIS, make a huge impression on her when she’s just a nipper then reappear in her life and then it’ll be all bunting out, hail the conquering Doctor, all that. It’s worked before!’

He liked the results on Amy, so he tried it on Kazran Sardick, until causing lasting childhood trauma is one of his go-to solutions for easy compliance! That's my eleven. My eldritch horror.

#twelve years and four psychiatrists works great for this manic pixie dream eldritch horror #'is friends the right word for the people you acquire?' -the dream lord #eleventh doctor #11th doctor #Amy pond #Kazran sardick #doctor who #new who #the doctor #crimson horror novelization #words by seaweed #dark!Doctor #am I using that tag too freely? I was hoping to use it for my serial killer AU doctor fan arts I have yet to fully render let alone post #this novelization is however. very. mark gatiss (you know if you know)#the ONE exception to novelizations always being better than the episode #not only because he apparently forgot about the whole impossible girl arc which is the reason they're in victorian times in the first place #Kazran is a companion btw I will die on this hill. in audios the Doctor took him on adventures without Abigail too

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ennissg · 10 days

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"Telling myself I won't go there Oh, but I know that I won't care Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt This lust is a burden that we both share Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt"

(Daylight - David Kushner) Gale "With you I forget my goddess" Dekarios and Dr. "We could be gods. But would you really want to?" Vrach, two wizards lost in eachother. The birth of the God of Ambition and a new God of Death.

I'm never ascending Gale in this playthrough BUT That doesn't stop me from wondering what kind of ending they would've gotten if he did ascend. Which works as a corruption ark with Dr. Vrach's story of embracing humanity and rejecting his divinity as a bhaalspawn. Godhood was pretty much his life goal pre tadpole, though, maybe less of a corruption and more of a return to the original plan. Also I finally figured out his outfit, only 2 more redesigns left, yeehaw

#not canon to dr vrach's story #doctor vrach #gale dekarios #durge #durgegale #the dark urge #oc #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #galemance #my beloved #tw blood

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sacha-da-1 · 1 year

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Me taking the dark version of the Doctor from Caerdroia and putting him with the Master:

Now kiss

#they deserve it #dark!doctor #dark!eight #caerdroia #the master #doctor who big finish #big finish #dark thoschei #thoschei #best enemies

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warandpeas · 1 month

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An Apple a Day

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#4 panel comic #an apple a day #apple #banana #comic #comic strip #comics #dark humor #doctor #elizabeth pich #funny #hilarious #humor #jonathan kunz #war and peas #webcomic #Yonkoma

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Dark Dr.Bucky x innocent reader

Look, proceed with caution. Things are not always as they seem. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy. Dark. All the smut. Imagine Dr. James Barnes, highly known and well respected in his profession, devilishly handsome and so young compared to others in the same field of work.

"Dr. Barnes will see now" The red head at the front desk beckoned you to the room, directing you to sit on the large reclining examination chair.

"Y/n?" James strode into the office, offering a warm smile before sitting at his desk to look over your file. He nods before coming over to you again, going through the motions of checking your heart, breathing and blood pressure first. "It says you've been experiencing some lower abdominal pain?"

"Y-yes-um, lower, lower than that" You mumble out as he lightly prods at your stomach to pin point where you're feeling discomfort. You had been too embarrassed to specify where you felt cramping. You really just needed someone to prescribe you something stronger than a Tylenol.

"Are you sexually active?"

"No" You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up, holding back a whimper when a wave of pain made you feel like doubling over.

"Alight, I’ll examine your pelvic floor and I’ll take a blood test just to be safe. Put this robe on and then lie back for me and place your legs on the stirrups"

Your eyes grew wide at the flimsy gown he gave you, slipping it on in the bathroom, before making your way back. You’d never felt so exposed, desperately wishing you could close your legs, heat blossoming at your core when you saw him slip on gloves.

"You may feel a little discomfort but it's normal" He reassured you, applying gel to his finger tips before prodding his fingers to your entrance, the sudden coolness making you gasp.

He continued to push his fingers in, pressing against your walls, curling them, hitting a spot that nearly made you scream.

“Does that hurt?” He asked out of concern seeing your eyes glossed over, though you shook your head.

It felt good.

So good.

You struggled to bite back a whimper that nearly escaped, wishing you could stop your arousal pooling out of you the more his fingers stretched you. He shoved them all the way in before drawing them back out, your sticky slick neatly dripping onto his palm.

He hummed, using his other hand to press down on your belly making the feeling of his fingers even more prominent, your cunt starting the flutter and clench around his fingers.

You wanted to die from embarrassment at the sounds that wanted to escape, a different kind of heat starting to spread through your thighs, making your pussy feel tighter and more sensitive.

“Let me just- Without warning, he started thrust his hand, adding a third finger, pumping in and out of you till you nearly ripped the plastic from the chair from your grip alone. You felt so close, so close to something you couldn’t describe, chasing a feeling you wanted over and over again.

“D-dr. Barnes” you stuttered out, nearly squealing when he flicked your clit with his thumb before rubbing tight circles onto your bundle of nerves. “Dr. Barnes!!!”

“It’s okay, almost done” he gave you a soft smile but something in his eyes darkened as they fell to your sopping hole, his fingers moving wildly until blinding pleasure took over and you let out the scream you’d been holding in. Your juices dripped onto the table, sweat covering your body, hardly feeling the same cloth he wiped you down with.

“Your prescription should be at the front to help with the cramping” he helped you onto your shaky feet, chucking when you nearly lost your balance.

“We’ll schedule another check up for next week”

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So fuckin' tight

Bucky was glad he had his white coat on or you would’ve seen his erection pressed painfully against his slacks. He didn’t need to examine anything to know what was wrong but he couldn’t help it, not with those soft doe eyes you kept batting.

As soon as you spread your legs open, he couldn’t help but get more greedy. He fully intended on just checking on you but every time you bit back a whimper, he needed more. He saw the way your eyes rolled back, the way you were soaking his hand.

Your hope shifted to chase more of them and who was he to deny you.

That button between your legs was too tempting. He told himself not to, he couldn’t go that far but he could feel you craving it and any semblance of control he had went out the window. He couldn’t just leave your cute little button untouched when it was so pretty and swollen.

He nearly came in his pants as soon as he started to play with it, working you up till you were creaming on his fingers. His jaw hardened, breathing through his nose to keep his composure as his cock started to throb, thick ropes of cum soaking his pants.

He was addicted to you.

Maybe next time he’d take care of you using his cock. Convince you only his fat thick length would make his bunny feel better. He’d have you spread out on the table again, pushing the head in to warm you up.

He’d promise his cream would make you feel good. His cum was special, you needed all of his juices and he’d give you every drop. He’d fuck you and stretch you till you were in tears, pumping you with load after load.

He pulled his semi hard, cum soaked cock out of his pants, locking the door before furiously jerking himself off again, needing to calm down before his next appointment.

He couldn’t wait for next week.

I’m so sorry, I wrote this on my break, back to work.

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