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doctorwhoimagines · 4 months

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Don't Mention It

The Doctor discovers that the two of you have a shared hobby

Twelve x gn!reader

Warnings: None

You realized it probably wasn't the best idea to touch The Doctor's guitar, but when you got ready for the day and entered the empty console room to find it sitting there unattended, you couldn't resist. After all, sometimes it was simply better to seek forgiveness than to ask for permission. Surely he wouldn't be too upset if he found out, and if he was, you could handle him.

After turning the amp down a bit, you sat on the steps, holding the guitar as you settled into place. Without having to think much about it, you began to play Purple Haze. You were a little out of practice, but it felt nice to strum out a tune.

Before you could move onto another song, you jumped at the sound of The Doctor's voice. "What are you doing?"

When you looked up, his piercing blue eyes and very serious brows were focused right on you. You hadn't even heard him get close.

"Playing guitar. Well, your guitar." You slipped the strap off of your body and handed the instrument to him. "Sorry."

"You never told me you could play." He'd actually been quite surprised at the fact that your playing sounded pleasant, as opposed to the nails on a chalkboard he'd heard when Clara once picked up his guitar.

"I'm sure I have. You probably weren't listening."

"I'm always listening," he said, sounding almost offended.

"You're joking, right?" You stood up from the stairs with a sigh. "Anyway...yes, I play. I just haven't had much time between travelling with you and working whenever I'm back at home. When I hear you playing, it really makes me miss it."

How The Doctor hadn't put the pieces together long ago, he didn't know. When you stopped everything and watched him play, he'd always assumed you were just impressed by his great skills. And maybe it was a little bit of that, but it seemed there had been some longing, too. You were enjoying the music and wishing you could be playing yourself.

The Doctor looked down at the guitar he still held in his hands, and you were caught off guard when he offered it back to you. "I'd better not find even a scratch on it. If I do, I'm dropping you off at home."

You knew he wouldn't do such a thing, but you still intended to respect his request, gingerly taking it from him and putting the strap back over your head.

As The Doctor turned to the console, you sat down once again and played the first thing that came to mind.

It had been a few days since your last trip with The Doctor when he finally showed up again. You weren't sure how long it had been for him—you never were—but he didn't seem any different.

He played his guitar as he pondered something you couldn't even begin to guess, filling the TARDIS with what you recognized as I Will Dare by The Replacements. An odd choice, you thought, yet that didn't stop you from listening intently.

The Doctor abruptly stopped the tune to put the instrument down, and he was gone from the console room before you could say anything. You sighed in disappointment. You quite liked that song after all.

You continued where he'd left off, humming and tapping your fingers against your thigh.

Moments later, The Doctor came back, holding a guitar case in his hand. You frowned at the sight, because even though he probably had several scattered around the TARDIS, he seemed to prefer the Yamaha that still sat in the console room.

It was even more puzzling when he gave you the case.

"Did you...buy me a guitar?"

"No, no. I didn't buy it. I don't buy things." The Doctor walked over to the console, pretending to look at something on the screen and at least attempting to be out of hugging distance. "A friend gave it to me in the 1960's, and it's been sitting around here ever since."

"1960's?" Very carefully, you placed the case on the floor, opening it to find a beautiful vintage Stratocaster. One very much like Jimi Hendrix used to play. Knowing the man who had given it to you, it was the genuine article.

Without noticing the way he'd been watching you, you closed the case back up and practically ran to The Doctor, throwing yourself at him in a hug. The impact and the way you pushed him into the console knocked some of the wind out of him. "Why does there always have to be hugging?!" He struggled to exclaim as you squeezed him tightly.

"I really can't help it right now." You kissed his cheek and gave him one more squeeze before mercifully letting him go. "Thank you, Doctor. Seriously."

"Don't mention it. Really. I only wanted to stop you playing mine so much."

"That won't be a problem. Believe me."

Returning to the case like a giddy little kid, you took the guitar out and hooked it up to the amp. You missed the small smile on his face as you began to play a song for him.

The Doctor didn't plan to tell you that he had only acquired the guitar after your previous trip.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 3 months

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Imagine the Doctor reminiscing about your arrival on the TARDIS...

"Do you remember the first thing you said when you walked into the TARDIS for the first time?" The Doctor asked.

Taking your eyes off the wiring in your hands, you glanced at the time-traveler. Of course you remembered.

The Doctor had told you that the first thing companions noticed was that the TARDIS was bigger on the inside but you - no, you said something else.

"I said it was beautiful."

Humming as the memory resurfaced, a smile planted itself as the Doctor watched you with an almost dreamy expression. "Yes, you did."

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morganas-pendragons · 3 months

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All My Love | Twelfth Doctor

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Set during the blindness arc in Season 10 because I love me some vulnerable Doctor. I don't care if it's not in Twelve's character. He gets to be vulnerable because I SAID so :D

He hasn't spoken to you since before you landed on the space station. In fact, it's been nearly a week. It's been nearly a week since The Doctor allowed himself to kiss you. To touch you.

And possibly the most devastating part.. to see you.

Self sacrificial. That was one of the best words you'd ever used to describe him in the time you'd known this face. This face. With all its quirks, and all the things he hates about it: The attack eyebrows, the lines, the wrinkles and the age... Despite all the things he'd hated about this face, the one thing he'd learned from traveling with you is that the faces didn't matter.

He truly believed you loved him for him. You knew it. He knew it. This, though... This was something he wasn't sure he was going to come back from. The Doctor had spent centuries gallivanting across the universe, running further and faster from home because he couldn't dare look back, with promises of adventures on his lips and desperation for escape in his heart.

"Tell me... am I a good man?"

You scooted closer to where he was sitting on the stairs and tentatively rose your hand to graze your fingertips across his temple and card through those unruly silver curls. He shivered at the sensation and forced his eyes open to meet yours as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, "The best man I will ever know."

He hasn't forgotten the feeling of your lips meeting the skin under his ear. Or the first time he'd kissed you of his own accord. Or the first time you'd marked him in the dead of night in his bedroom, where your lips had branded his skin. The way he'd linked your fingers together on either side of your head.

The sound of your voice calling his name. The sound of your voice in general, so soft and sweet and good...

That is something he clings to so tightly now. All the memories of the past - mere years for you, millions of years for him - that had opened his eyes to the truth: Despite all his misgivings and all his failures, he too was someone deemed worthy of loving.

You had brought a light into his life that The Doctor had not realized he'd been so deprived of. It was the light of humanity, of hope, of a heart far too big for this universe that nobody would ever thank you for. You deserved so much better than him.

And yet, you didn't want better.

You only wanted him.

He can't figure out why he's so... sad. There's an empty hole in his hearts and his mind where someone used to be, where the memory and the love of someone he cared for used to occupy, and the realization he cannot place who they are is angering him.

The Doctor has always been vengeful. The Oncoming Storm, The Valeyard, Timelord Victorious. He has rage written into the very essence of his bones and a desire to protect and save people in a way no one had ever saved him from himself.

"Hey you," You dragged your fingers across his shoulder blades as you came to sit beside him in the open doorway of the TARDIS. "Where did you go?"

That was one of the things he'd first recognized he loved about you. Despite this body having difficulties with physical affection and intimacy, he'd learned how to communicate with body language and gazes. Absent looks. Looks of adoration. Affection. Longing. That was all it took.

And you still read him like a book.

"Something's missing," He lightly knocked on his temple as you reached out and took his hand in your own. The Doctor let you. It was like he could feel the sunlight and warmth seeping from you into him. The light overwhelming the dark. "In here. There's someone who's supposed to be in here with the rest of them. I don't remember."

You did. You did, and Clara had made you promise before she flew away that you would never help him remember. That you would help him carry the weight.

"Maybe you're not supposed to. We're all stories in the end," You whisper. The Doctor softened as he lifted your hand to his lips and tentatively brushed them against your knuckles. "And maybe some of those stories become songs. Whispers of melodies and lines that hold the things we cannot remember."

All of his memories are composed in a form of music: Lines upon lines of melancholic notes in the minor key that is his endless life, with crescendos of bright notes meant to convey the optimism and light brought by the companions who travel alongside him.

And when they leave, the decrescendo extends over what feels like years, softening to a singular note that eases into silence.

Him, alone, on his own battlefield. That's how he feels right now. Battling the recognition that he may never be able to bask in the light again. That he may always be victim to the darkness.

So The Doctor lets the darkness win. He distances himself from you because it's better to face the darkness alone.

However, you are not willing to let him.

***

You know him. You know him better then you know yourself, and you have known him long enough to know his tells when it comes to how he keeps his secrets. How he lets himself lie. You are the only person who is able to truly see The Doctor.

You would be lying if you said you weren't hurt by his sudden distance. He hadn't done this since he'd recently regenerated. When he'd been resentful of his new body, of the world, and of who he was now.

You had lost count of all of the times that you had followed the sound of grief and heartache and despair into the darkness of his bedroom. All the times he'd turned you away. All the times he'd left you out in the cold of the TARDIS hallways.

All the times he'd finally given in and allowed himself to be held.

You'd been longing to do that again. To be the one being held, to be reminded that he did indeed still love you. The Doctor always went on about having ''a duty of care'' for you and for Bill.

Did your self hatred overwhelm your duty of care, Doctor? Did the coward finally win?

When Bill and Nardole had disappeared, you had stayed behind with The Doctor when he'd attempted to read the Veritas. You had been right around the corner when you were alarmed by the sound of pained groaning coming from within the cage.

"Cardinal, it worked. I can see. Not well enough. Not yet."

Dread bubbled low in your stomach as you approached the cage from behind. Hadn't his blindness been cured? What was he talking about?

"Think about the universes. Whatever you need, you can always borrow." He blinked heavily. Once, twice, three times to try and clear the haze from over his eyes. You were standing just outside of his peripheral vision. He wouldn't be able to tell you were there. And after shutting you out, after days of nothing.. This upset you. This hurt. "As long as you pay it back. I just borrowed from my future. I get a few minutes of proper eyesight, but I lose something. Maybe all my future regenerations will be blind. Maybe I won't regenerate ever again. Maybe I'll drop dead in twenty minutes, but... I will be able to read this."

He slammed his hand on top of the Veritas. You weren't paying attention anymore. The next thing you knew, the lights were going out, and you were running to keep up with him even though he did not know you were there.

You tried not to let your hurt show. Or for him to hear it in your voice.

That would come later.

***

When all was said and done, you found him in the console room. He was still adjusting to learning how to identify when people were approaching based off of his other senses. It took The Doctor a moment to recognize the sound of footsteps approaching, but he did turn from his seat on the pilot's chair nearest to the console to where he thought you were standing.

He also didn't know that you were very aware he was still blind.

"Darling? Is that you? You should know that I always know it's you. Don't be coy."

"I'm mad at you."

His brow rose at that. "And why would that be?"

You walked forward to stand in the natural part of his legs. "For all of the times you have dragged me across the universe," You begin, swallowing your fear as you take both his hands and settle them on your hips while you settle in his lap. "For all the times I have had with you, the years I have known you. I never thought you'd be this thick."

The Doctor snorted. Did you not know this face? He was ridiculously thick headed.

"You should know by now that I am extremely thick," He argued, allowing his fingers to drift under the fabric of your cotton shirt and drum lightly against your hips. "Thick headed and arrogant and a selfish old man."

"An old man who forgot the first promise we ever made." You have yet to touch him. To properly touch him. ''Tell me. When did you forget?"

He struggled to keep hold of those memories. The early ones. When one has an infinite life, you do your best to hold onto what is precious.

"You can't." The Doctor had declared. It had been mere weeks since he'd regenerated, and he was so unsure, so scared. He did a remarkable job of hiding it. "You can't love me."

It was also the first time you'd properly been able to communicate how you felt to him. Eleven had called you, desperate and longing and begging you to understand, to remember that he's still The Doctor despite having a different face.

You had never had the courage to tell his younger face that you loved him. When Eleven had helped you to recognize the fear underneath that worn, aged face, you'd walked right back into the TARDIS and declared it with all the courage of a soldier facing a battlefield alone.

"I do love you. I have loved you. It took a while for me to recognize it, but I do. It's not a lie. It's not a trick or deception. It's me." You took your hand and placed it on his chest. He winced, though briefly, because this body was not quite ready to accept more physical contact than that. "Being brave."

"Promise me then. No secrets. No tricks." He murmured. You took the opportunity to close the gap of space between you, keeping your hand in its place as his grey eyes met yours. You shivered as he brought his own hand up to cradle your jaw. Your lips parted on their own accord as his eyes flickered down to them before slowly dragging his gaze upward to meet your own. "Promise me that you will keep them safe."

"Them?"

"Those fragile, beating things you've held in your hands since we met. Tell me," His breath fanned across your face as he hesitantly leaned inward. "What does it feel like to hold a Timelords hearts?"

"I asked you to keep me safe," The Doctor remarked. "That's not your job. It was an unrealistic promise."

"You're forgetting the beginning of that promise," You finally leaned inward enough that The Doctor could feel the rise and fall of your chest, the warmth of your breath against his cheek. He froze as you lightly tapped his sonic glasses. "No secrets. Take them off."

He did not move for almost a minute and a half. The Doctor knew that he should've seen this coming. He should've known you were clever enough to figure him out.

He removed one hand from under your shirt and removed the glasses willingly. Your heart hammered painfully hard in your chest as you were greeted with the familiar grey of his eyes. This time, however, they were cloudy. They were almost... dark.

"It never went away. I just didn't know how to properly tell you." The Doctor shrugged. "You deserve better. It's as I've said. Selfish old man, traveling across the universe with his best-"

He paused as you pressed a fingertip to his lips. The Doctor hummed and kissed your finger, reveling in the feeling of warmth tracing his face reverently.

"I wish you'd just told me." You murmured. You pressed yourself closer, dragging his hand up your hip until his thumb was pressing hard enough against your skin to feel your heartbeat. "You know me better than this. I love you. You have all my love."

"Even without my sight?" He asked. "I can't... I can't see you. And it's devastating."

That was a peculiar way to describe it. "What could be devastating about that?"

"You really don't know, do you?" He replied. You took both of his hands and slowly lifted them to your face, setting his thumbs against the curve of your lips. "It's hard to come to terms with the darkness winning when you've learned to love the light."

Oh.

"You can't see me," You whisper. You shiver as he drags his fingers across your mouth slowly, allowing them to travel across your face. "But you can learn how to find the light again. Darkness isn't forever."

You spent what felt like hours in silence after that. The Doctor allowed himself to drink in the warmth for the first time in ages, humming as you allowed him to relearn your face. The shape of your eyes. The sweep of your nose, the curve of your lips, the texture of your hair under his fingers.

When he was done, your breath caught as he tangled his fingers in your hair and dragged your head back just enough to expose the slope of your neck. "My love," His voice rumbled deep in his chest. "Tell me, what does it feel like?"

It took you a moment to find your voice as he lowered his head to drag his teeth across your pulse point, followed by the warmth of his lips that elicited a shiver from deep within you. "What does.. What does what feel like, Doctor?"

The last thing he says is, "Being the light." Before he's capturing your lips with his own, and the light overcomes the darkness once again.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 3 months

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Better? (Doctor Who Drabble)

Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor comes to realise his lack of physical affection has been having more of an impact than he thought.

Fic type: hurt/comfort

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It had made sense when he'd first regenerated. It had seemed to be a particularly difficult regeneration, but you'd thought maybe he'd grow out of the aversion to your touch. You had hoped, anyway.

Yes, you'd been with him when he'd had his previous face, and you'd loved him through all his faults and issues, and you'd thought, or rather hoped, that when he regenerated that he would feel the same.

But it was hard to tell.

Day in and day out, he barely touched you. He'd hold your hand as you ran from Daleks or squeezed your arm to get your attention to show you something at a market. He'd pat your head affectionately and give you a charming smile from across the room. But he didn't... touch you anymore. He didn't embrace you, he didn't brush his thumb over your cheek or tuck your ear when it was long enough for tucking. He didn't press light kisses to your cheeks.

And yet, sometimes when he smiled at you, it was still like he saw the universe in your eyes. It was confusing and hurtful, and you weren't sure how much longer you could live with that kind of uncertainty.

"What's wrong?" The Doctor asked, looking over your form suspiciously. Nothing got past him, clearly. You sighed deeply, rubbing at your forehead. "And don't give me that 'it's fine' nonsense you humans do, either. Come on, spit it out."

You gave him a warning look and he backed off... but only barely. He threw his hands up in mock surrender, making you smile despite yourself.

"What is it?" He asked again, softer this time. His brows furrowed in concern when he realised this might actually be something serious and not a 'silly human problem' as he called them.

"Do you not love me any more?" You asked, immediately regretting the wording. All these months you'd practised what you'd wanted to say and when the moment finally came- you botched it. Figures.

"Love you? Of course, I love you," he scoffed. "What kind of silly question is that?" Then he slowed, face turning into a deep and upset frown. "Do you not think I love you? I admit I've been rather caught up in other things- but just the other day we went on that date to the Human Museum."

You shuddered at the memory. He'd meant well, of course, but seeing preserved bodies detailing your species' entire evolutionary growth was not something you'd planned on ever seeing.

"You don't touch me anymore," you replied self-consciously, casting thoughts of the museum aside. The Doctor's frown deepened as he thought back on it. Realising you were right, he came to stand in front of you. Softly, he took both your hands in his, stopping your anxious fidgeting.

"My dear, I had no idea physical affection was so important to you," he said apologetically. The genuine regret in his expression made you feel a little better at least. "I'll make an effort to be more affectionate, yes?"

You replied with a smile, soft and agreeable. The Doctor squeezed your hands and pulled you into a hug. It was a little awkward at first. You'd only hugged him perhaps twice before and you'd spent so long yearning for it that now you finally had it- you didn't quite know what to do.

And then his arms tightened ever so slightly around you, and you melted into him, wrapping yourself close. Gods, it felt good.

"Better?" He asked, nuzzling your neck, voice muffled by your skin.

"Better," you confirmed.

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not-to-me · 3 months

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Something About These Hands (DW One-Shot)

(My gif. Also my first gif ever, so don’t judge it sbbsh)

Twelfth Doctor x GN!reader — 18+ NO MINORS

Requested by anon: “may I request the twelfth doctor with a daddy kink and hand worship please?”

Summary: The heating system of the TARDIS had malfunctioned, leaving you cold as the Doctor tries to fix it. He eventually finds ways to make you forget about the cold.

(Yes, i know the Doctor is supposed to run cold, but I have a hc that every incarnation is different in that aspect and Twelve definitely runs hot)

Warnings: light smut, no sex, mentions of it though, pre-established relationship, hand kink, daddy kink.

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“Doctor, I— I’m cold,” you said as you stiffly stood and watched the Doctor work on fixing the TARDIS’ heating system.

“No wonder! You humans are always complaining about something. Really, it’s a wonder it’s not a sport at your Olympics.” He grumbled the last part primarily to himself, but you heard it just as well and rolled your eyes. Always the grumpy old man, your Doctor. You knew him well enough to know he’s softer than he likes to admit, however.

“But Doctor—“

“Sit down. I’m almost done recalibrating it…” the Doctor trailed off as he refocused on the task at hand. You sighed shakily from the cold and returned to the chair you had equipped with plenty of blankets. Sitting down, you grumpily pulled the blankets around you once more, trembling slightly from the low temperature of the control room.

———

You must have dozed off because you jolted awake when the Doctor loudly and proudly exclaimed that he had fixed the problem. Having gotten up from under the console, he approached you with a soft look on his face.

“Give it an hour, and the temperature will have returned to human standards…” The Doctor tilted his head, examining you.

You only made a pitiful noise in reply. Your sleep-addled mind and the still quite freezing room had dulled your mind.

“Tsk, you really are cold, aren’t you?”

You glared at him. How could he have doubted that? Then, a full-body shiver made you look away again.

“Come here,” he said, “Let me warm you up, sweets.” He stood close to you now. One of his hands came to rest on your cheek, guiding you to look up at him while he placed the other on the back of your neck. He was surprisingly warm, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, sitting up straighter in the chair in favour of being closer to him. He pulled you in for a hug. Your cheek rested against his tummy as he stood and held you, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against your neck. You could feel the heat slowly returning to your body, but you still shivered. Despite your coldness, you felt warm, fuzzy feelings well up inside you as the Doctor comforted you. He could be a little rude at times, but often enough, he was like this. It tugged at your heart in a certain way.

Then his hand on your neck squeezed slightly in what was probably meant to be a comforting gesture, but your brain made connections faster than you could repress them. That felt good. You made a noise that was part sigh, part whine, but the Doctor didn’t say anything. He only retreated from the hug and knelt down on one knee so he could run his warm hands up and down your arms, heating you up. You giggled as the Doctor got his concentration face on, clearly intent on his mission. He finished by grabbing both your icy hands between his warm ones and sandwiching them there for a bit. You looked into each other’s eyes at this moment, and you saw the care he had for you whilst he saw the love you had for him, and he wondered why. But that was a question for another time. Your eyes fell to your entwined hands. Or, more accurately, the Doctor’s hands. You had always had a fascination with them, so skilled in what they did. They were pretty, too, with wrinkles and veins and everything. You got lost in them.

Once the Doctor was satisfied with your hands’ temperature, he lifted them to kiss them both, making you lift your eyes to his once more. Something must have given your thoughts away because the Doctor had gained a mischievous look on his face.

“You’re thinking so loud I can almost hear you,” he said, a smug grin appearing on his lips, then added, “Careful, you might pull a muscle.” You glared at him again, this time half-heartedly, as warmth pooled in your lower regions. You could taste the sudden sexual tension in the air.

He narrowed his own eyes and stood up, bringing a hand up to your chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him once more from your seated position. His lips were slightly parted, and you subconsciously mimicked him, sparking an impulse in the Doctor’s mind even he couldn’t resist.

His thumb moved to rest on your lower lip, pushing it down slightly, but mostly waiting to see what you would do. He didn’t have to wait long as your pupils dilated, and you submissively darted out your tongue to lick the pad of his thumb. Your eyelids fluttered, and you sighed, taking his thumb between your soft lips.

The Doctor looked at you like you were his whole world at that moment. Here you were, little, fragile, human you, suckling on his thumb and looking up at him with admiration in your eyes. It was his turn to shiver.

“Something about these hands, yes?” His voice had deepened and gained a more gravelly tinge. You hummed around his thumb in reply. His blue eyes darkened in lust as you bobbed your head as if you were sucking his cock. This made him pull out his thumb, only to replace it with his index and middle fingers. First, resting the tips on your bottom lip, denying you the right to have them in your mouth and making you whine, then slowly pushing them inside. Your tongue immediately caressed them, working them like they could bring him to his peak. You lustfully moaned around his fingers, erasing any doubt in the Doctor’s mind that you were aroused.

“That’s good, little one…” he praised you, absolutely transfixed on your lips and the feeling of your mouth around his slender but calloused fingers. You silently thanked the universe for giving him the idea that he should play the guitar, as you enjoyed the added texture immensely. Both now, but also when he’d make love to you, grabbing your hips and waist, or when he’d fuck you hard and hold your wrists above your head. The calloused fingertips always did something to you.

The Doctor started thrusting his fingers into your mouth, careful not to trigger your gag reflex. Your eyes glazed over, and you stilled your movements, letting him fingerfuck your mouth. You squirmed slightly in your seat, feeling very needy, but you mainly remained still for him, earning his praises.

“So dirty, letting daddy fuck you like this… Those pretty lips of yours are always just begging for something between them; you don’t even care what it is.” He chuckled, then added an afterthought.

“But I can tell these fingers are probably your favourite.”

You whined, but you didn’t care enough to deny it. The Doctor chuckled and, with his unoccupied hand, gently caressed your cheek and leaned down to kiss your forehead softly. He retreated his hand from your warm mouth, making you feel almost empty.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, little one. I think you need more than just daddy’s fingers by now.”

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candyfloss5000 · 6 months

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(After an adventure)

Twelfth Doctor: "What was that stupid thing you did out there?!"

Y/N: "You're gonna have to be more specific."

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multific · 1 year

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Forgotten Memories

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Summary: You never truly knew what it was like to be forgotten.

You wouldn't say there was only one Doctor you loved.

You loved him. Not a version of him.

You met him a long long time ago.

You two fell in love during the adventures and rough times you have been through.

Then came a new one, he was a lot more chaotic, but he loved you the same. It was a bit more difficult for you than you thought it would be.

But you loved him.

If you were honest this Doctor had a lot higher sex drive. You noticed that after every dangerous situation, he pulled you to his bed, shower or bathtub. And you loved that. You enjoyed every moment you spent with him.

He made you laugh so much. For Christmas, you got him a new pair of Converse since he began to fall apart a while ago.

Then he had to go.

"I don't want to go. I am not ready to leave you." he said as you offered him a smile.

"I know, and it is okay. I know that no matter how you look like, you will always love me and I will always love you. We have made great memories, Doctor. We should be ready for new adventures."

Your smile never failed to calm him, even in this state.

You never left his side, waiting for him to change as you sat on the couch not too far from him.

When you saw the light, you closed your eyes.

Waiting for him to go through it before opening your eyes again.

You opened them and saw a man running around, mumbling before he finally noticed you.

"Oh, hi!"

"Hello!"

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You liked the new doctor. He looked handsome, he was fun and you even liked the bowtie.

However, he seemed to have forgotten about you.

He was convinced you were only a companion of his.

And no matter what you did, you couldn't make him remember. No matter what you said or did.

He was oblivious.

He brought you to places you have been before. It was as if you were completely deleted from his brain along with all memories you two made.

Not. A. Single. Thing.

He didn't even remember your name.

Then, you started to give up hope he would remember and tried to make new ones.

But it was difficult given he was back into his old ways of hiding his feelings and worries. Something you always hated.

"Do you really not remember that we have been here before?" you asked as he showed you the same castle.

"Have we?! When?"

"About... three years ago."

"Three years?! I have known you for that long? But you only appeared in my TARDIS two months ago!"

"I didn't appear. I was always there." you said as you watched the castle during the night. "We should probably go if you want to avoid meeting yourself."

And you two left.

The same night, you asked him to have dinner with you. Well, you say night but on the TARDIS time didn't exist.

"The day you met me, I was in a bad state. Very bad state. I was walking the streets aimlessly, trying to keep warm with moving when I saw the TARDIS at the time I thought it was a regular Police Box, I wanted to call for help. Although I had no idea what I would say, but I knew I needed help. Then, you opened the door and looked at me. I thought you were just someone using the box for a call. But you saved me. In more ways than one. You are everything to me. You showed me a part of life I would have never been able to see. I love you so much that I am willing to leave if that is what you want."

"Leave? I don't want you to leave."

"Then how do I make you fall in love with me again?"

"You did it once, I can feel a special connection, I believe you can do it again."

"I will need your help though. I can't do it all alone."

"I'll help. Yes, I will! I want to! I want you! YES! This is perfect! Oh, I always thought you would make a great wife! YES! We could get married."

"Silly, Time Lord..."

"Huh?"

"We are already married."

Speechless. Not happened many times. But now, he was speechless.

"Married?!"

"Yes, we got married ten years ago... hard to keep track of time but you have the calendar and TARDIS reminds us."

"How long have you known me?"

"Twenty years? Thirty years? Something like that."

"How old are you?" he looked beyond confused.

"Your last... You gave me a device of some kind. Like a chip. You said it basically slows down my ageing while you were looking for a more... permanent solution."

"This is so much. You are my barely ageing wife! Whom I met thirty years ago?!"

"Yes. You never forgot me. Ever, until now. Sure you forgot minor stuff but never my entire existence or the places we have been to."

"I-I need to remember! I forgot so much!"

"You don't have to force yourself." you smiled. "I'm just happy that at least you know now."

He then ran back to the control room, and looked at his buttons.

"WIFE?! And you didn't tell ME!" he yelled at TARDIS who decided to tilt ever so slightly making him fall against the railings.

"Don't fight please." you said to both of them.

"But, why did I forget?!"

From then on, it became his obsession. Trying to figure out how and why he forgot now suddenly.

It was his secondary mission as the first one was to get to know you. After all, he did miss out on thirty years.

The Doctor asked you to move back to his room, after all, it was both of yours.

And now he understood the changes and why he spent more time in there.

One time, he was returning to bed when he found you already asleep. You needed more sleep than he did, so it wasn't unusual for you to sleep while he didn't.

But that time, as he entered as if a cold bucket of water was thrown on him, he felt a memory come back.

It was you and him, in that same bed, laying naked as you laughed. He couldn't exactly recall the conversation but he remembered your smile and the feeling of your fingers running random patterns on his skin.

So, he didn't lose the memories of you, but rather they were locked away in his head for some reason.

And he may never know. But he started to remember more and more. Each one of your kisses triggered a new memory in him and all were amazing.

He one day remembered your wedding.

You two were on a planet, watching as the planet's two suns set at the same time. He glanced at you and noticed just how breathtaking you looked in the light orange and pink glow.

Then the memory of you walking towards him, promising him love until all time ends.

Oh just how he loved you. And the little twinkle in your eyes told him just how much you loved him.

"I don't remember everything, Love. But I remember most." he said during dinner one day. You just nodded.

You knew he was slowly starting to remember.

He started to use phrases or names that he often did before.

You were happy he remembered a couple things, it eased your mind and you felt like you can breathe easier.

"I remember our wedding. And wedding night." you wanted to slap his arm but the smirk on his face made you change your mind. Then his smirk turned into a smile. Such a kind and gentle smile.

"Of course, that is what you would remember...At least you remember."

"I do remember now why I fell in love with you though. I remember during our visit to Argonira, how you saved my life. I remember how you begged me not to die, not to dare to leave you. I remember you cried and it broke both of my hearts. I knew then, I would never be able to let you go."

"You told me that so many times and yet, it never fails to make my heart skip a beat." you smiled at him as he moved a little in his chair.

"I believe our tenth anniversary is coming up, a little blue birdy told me so."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, and I was thinking we could... go somewhere special."

"I'd like that."

He decided to bring you to the place you got married.

The planet however looked different.

"This is beautiful." you said, admiring the view.

"On Earth, today's the day we have met. When you almost ran into me as I was getting out of TARDIS. Today's the day I met you and I didn't even know back then that I fell in love with you. You are my everything. I would watch worlds burn before I want to see you hurt. You are just... I can't even put it into words." you took a step closer to him, letting him pull you into his arms as you put one of your hands around his neck, the other on his chest.

"You don't have to. I know exactly what you mean. Every time I tell you that I love you, I feel like the word 'love' is simply not enough to express how I truly feel towards you. And when our words fail us, we just have to show." you smiled and slowly pulled him down so his lips could meet yours.

"Happy anniversary, My Love."

"Happy anniversary, Doctor."

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Doctor Who masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

Ninth Doctor

Comforting Touch ♤♡

Thirteenth Doctor

Almost Siblings ♡

cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day ♡

What Dies Doesn't Always Stay Buried ♤♡

Gold Dust Woman ♤

Dhawan! Doctor

put on your records and regret me ♤♡

Rose Tyler

Overprotective Older Sister ♤♡

Martha Jones

Worried For You ♡

River Song

Bored In Captivity ♡

Clara Oswald

Hiding Away ♤♡

Lady Oswald ♧

Simm! Master

The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇

The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇

you're a cowboy like me ♤♡

The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇

Missy/Gomez! Master

The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇

Oral Exam ♧

Side Effects Include ♡

Kiss Of Doom ♡♤

The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇

Pay Attention ♧

What Dies Doesn't Always Stay Buried ♤♡

The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇

Dhawan! Master

The Masters dating someone who's clumsy ◇

The One Who Rocks My World ♡

The Masters + finding rocks that match the color of each other's eyes ◇

Change of Plans ♡

I feel a lavender haze creepin' up on me ♡

The Masters taking care of a sick reader ◇

Whittaker! Master

my house of stone, your ivy grows ♡

put on your records and regret me ♤

Burning Red ♡

The Toymaker

Wanna Hippopotamus for Christmas ♡

The Toymaker losing a game to a reader who wants to dance with him ◇

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evenstar0600 · 1 year

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greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

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koolaidmansb1tch · 1 month

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Quick Headcanon that if a Male Doctor(ie, any incarnation before 13 bc wtaf is Linear Time??) gets you pregnant even after he regenerates into a she (Thirteen, my beautiful wife) you still call her the Sire of your baby

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Talk to me - 12th Doctor

12 x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minor DNI, Dirty talk, Oral (Fem receiving) Fingering, P in V sex, Unprotected, Swearing

Summary: On an adventure with the doctor, a man tries to take advantage of you in a rough area of a foreign market. The doctor is very protective, and it doesn’t help your obsessed with it.

A.N. - This is my first smut! All comment are appreciated, please be kind. All criticism is welcome, be kind and don’t eat pears! :)

You sat in the TARDIS console room, finally stopping to catch your breath after the exhausting few hours you had just endured. The Doctor decided he would take you to a market on a planet you couldn’t pronounce, which was true for most of the places he takes you. Thinks started getting scary when you got lost and ended up in that end of the market. (Similar to a red light district) You could see the nervousness in his face as men started walking up to you and asking for your price.

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“Is 500 interyen enough, sweetheart?” Asked a particularly insistent man who had gotten a hold of your arm.

“I’m not for sale” You bit out angrily, attempting to shake his arm off of you “just passing through.”

“Everything is for sale here darling” He said slyly, pulling you towards him.

“Not her” The doctor breathes out, barely above a whisper. He grabs you and rips the man’s arm off you. He then guides you out of the place with his hand on your lower back.

That’s when you looked at him only to be met with the rising fury in his eyes. Something you had only seen against the worst of enemies. The wrath of the time lord. You knew that this regeneration was extremely protective, and god did you love it.

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When you looked back on the interaction, the thing that stuck with you wasn’t the market, or the things you bought there, or even the man who grabbed you. It was him. His fiery eyes. His cologne. His protectiveness. Most especially, his baritone Scottish voice. The sound, deep and threatening, sent shivers down your spine. A demanding asset, but one that could whisper sweet nothings to you if he chose. He could captivate you by speaking the simplest things.

-Not her-

You crossed your legs to relieve some of the tension coiling in your stomach as you watched that very man walk back into the console room. He walked around the console on the side opposite of you and flipped a few levers. He walked around slightly to the right as if to approach you, but returned across from you. He gripped the edge of the console and dropped his head, scoffing.

“What’s that for?” You asked.

“He shouldn’t have touched you.” He said quickly and coldly, his head still dropped.

“It’s nothing we could help, doctor, it just-“

“No!” He cut you off, looking up into your eyes. “No man should lay a hand on you!” He raised his hands off the console and tugged his hair. Slowly walking towards where you sit. Power and rage emanating from him.

“Doctor please, it’s alright” You pleaded “Nothing happened to me, I’m fine.” You repeated. You were finding it extremely hard to concentrate with his voice protecting your honor.

“No, Y/n, I don’t think you get it.” He sighs “You aren’t a high dollar whore, you are one of the best beings in the universe. You deserve to be worshipped, not grabbed off the street” He continued, walking towards you still.

If you thought you couldn’t concentrate a minute ago, you had no hope now. His praises played over and over in your head. Your heartbeat quickened and your breaths became shallow. The ever growing ache in your stomach fighting the urge to escape as you squeezed your thighs together in hope of relief.

“That fucker should pay” He continued “He should know what he did, who he did it to. That you are… protected”

He had inched toward you so that he was standing about a foot away from where you sat. You looked into his eyes to see that fury once again, but this time there was something else. His eyes were enveloped with a darkening pupil. Your eyes were hooded with the weight of the lust behind them.

Before you knew what happened, he reached out, tangled his hand in your hair roughly. His lips met yours swiftly. Hard and passionate. You could feel all of his emotions in his searing touch and ragged movements. The breath had been knocked out of you. Your move your hands up and down the smooth fabric of his black suit that you adored. He only finally led up on his more-than-welcome assault to your lips when you needed to come up for air.

“You could’ve just said mine” You breathe against his lips, your faces still centimeters apart.

“What?” The doctor said between pants with audible confusion.

You smirk. “You said ‘He should know that you are… protected’, well you could’ve said” You paused, pulling your hips and body flush against his “that I am yours, or in context-”

“That you are mine. All mine” He cuts you off again.

Your breathing hitches in your throat, and he notices. Of course he does.

“Oh,” He smirks against your lips “someone likes being claimed, do they?”

“Only when it’s you” You quip back, prompting a dark chuckle from him. ‘and in that voice’ you think.

He leans down and brushes his lips against your ear. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You aren’t as good as you think you are at hiding those precious blushes and reactions when I speak.” He says in a particularly sultry tone, accentuating his accent just for you.

The melodic tone of his sexy voice has your eyes fluttering closed and your lips parting, soon being unable to bear the amount of tension.

“You’re right, He shouldn’t have touched what was mine.” He all but growled out, lust evident in his lowering voice.

He takes advantage of your leaned back head and leaves marks all over your neck. He made sure to make you whimper at every sensitive spot he could reach, leaving a soft bruise.

After recovering from the shock of the past few moments, you reach your hands underneath his suit coat and gently move to slide it off his body. He takes the jacket and throws it to the side dismissively, focused on you. He stands you up and kisses you more gently on the lips, with the hint of possession you craved. You stumbled backward and he pressed you against the console as he continued his trail of marks down your body. He would have to move clothing to reach other areas of your figure that he yearned to touch, but has yet to remove anything out of respect for you.

“Now darling, I know you aren’t holding back because of me, are you?” You say between pants. He looks back up into your eyes to see the suggestive smile dancing on your lips. He chuckles and hums lowly, sending a bolt of electricity up your body. You grabs his wrist and move it to touch the skin lying beneath your baggy t-shirt.

He grabs you by the waist underneath your shirt and kisses you gently on the lips. The touch was so… delicate. Contrary to the crime of passion he committed earlier. His lips left yours to stare in your eyes. He took a moment to admire the woman who had spent years following him to the ends of the universe with him. Y/n and her mad old man In a box.

"Well darling" he said in that tone designed to make you crazy "i want you to feel how much you deserve to be worshipped".

He raises your arms above your head and removes your t-shirt, casting it aside in the console room without caring where it landed. Immediately he attached his lips to your neck, kissing and biting slightly. He tilted your head back in order to reach the sweet spot under your jaw. His teeth scraped over it and you had to fight back a moan. Meanwhile, his hands wandered around the bare skin of your torso, settling on your back to unclasp your bra, casting it aside.

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you began to unbutton the white dress shirt he was wearing. Each button you unhooked revealed more of his pale figure. You removed the shirt and threw it aside to join the other pile of discarded clothing. You ran your hands all over the cool surface of his chest as he continued sucking and biting on the skin on your neck. He stepped back for a moment. He was just far enough that you could still feel the heat of his body as he looked you up and down.

"God you're beautiful, y/n"

He steps between your legs again, cups your face, and kisses you so tenderly. You press back into the kiss with a little more force, causing him to groan against your lips and move a hand to the back of your neck to steady himself. Your bare chests colliding. His voice playing over and over in your mind. You separate for a moment to rest your foreheads against each other with labored breaths.

“May I?” You say as your hands travel down his stomach the rest on his waistband, looking into his eyes for silent permission.

“Please… yes” He growled out between short breaths.

You trailed your hands over the fabric of his jeans, teasing him over the fabric. His breath hitched and he reached down and caught your hands.

“How about you first, darling?” His Scottish accent rolls the R right onto your skin and sends a major shiver up your spine. “I won’t last long if you tease me like that”

He pulls your hand up and kisses the back of it and drops it. He drops his hands to your jeans and unbuttons it with ease. He grabs the side of your pants and drops them around your ankles. You regain balance against the console and kick away the jeans to join the other long forgotten about garments.

He glides his hand under the hem of your underwear and slides his cool fingertips over your folds, noticing how wet he’s made you. He removes his hand and begins to pull the thin fabric down your legs slowly. He gets the fabric about to your knees before he kneels down to pull the fabric down your long legs, kissing the heated skin all the way to your ankles. After the garment is gone, he pulls his legs underneath him and sits up on his knees, eye level with where you want him most.

He puts his large hands on your hips to steady himself. He slides his hands down between your legs, pressing kisses to your outer thighs, pausing to look up at you through heavy eyelids. Suddenly, he slid his hands over your wetness once again. You silently praised him for his experience with the fairer sex because he managed to find your clit quicker than any man could find a light switch. Your head drops back against the console, your mouth gaping open at the sensation. He used his thumb to circle the bundle of nerves while his other fingers roamed curiously. You turned to see the glorious sight of the most powerful man in the universe, on his knees just to please you. You silently prayed you would get to return the favor at some point.

You locked eyes as he used his index finger to probe into your core, then quickly adding his middle when he was sure it wouldn’t cause you pain. You unconsciously slid a hand into his long silver hair, searching relentlessly for something to steady yourself. He steadily curls and uncurls his fingers inside your core, thrusting a bit further into you each time in hopes to reach your sweet spot. His slender and powerful fingers had no problem identifying the spot that made your toes curl and abusing it. Your legs started shaking from having to stand and withstand the pleasure he was giving you. He pressed kisses to your inner thigh, continuing his ministrations while guiding you leg onto his shoulder. He did the same to your other leg and he kept your hips firmly pressed into the wall so you wouldn’t fall.

He couldn’t help but watch the involuntary faces you made due to his manipulation. He withdrew his fingers from you and you whimpered at the loss of contact, tugging his hair slightly. He very quickly replaced where his fingers were with his skilled tongue. A loud moan escaped your lips and he groaned against your core, the vibrations only making the pleasure more unbearable.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, love.”

He added more pressure, combined with his tongue flicking back and forth against your clit and moving to tease your entrance. God his voice. You couldn’t imagine any other sound that turned you on as much as that. The pool of heat started to build slowly in your lower abdomen. He brought his thumb to tease your clit once again.

“Please… do-don’t stop. I’m s-so close, doctor”

He continued at a feverish pace, steadying your figure with his hands having a tight grip on your thighs that were draped over his shoulders. You could feel yourself get to the very cusp. Your vision started blurring. Mixes of moans, pleas, and groans streamed out of your mouth. The white hot feeling fast approaching when it all of a sudden hits like a freight train. The most guttural moan left your mouth, the pure want and relief leaving your body. He moved your legs back to their original positions, being careful to keep your weight help up. He licked you clean through your orgasm and kissed his way back up to leave a searing kiss on your lips.

“Do you have… a bedroom, doctor?” You say when you have regained enough consciousness to form sentences.

“I’ll lead the way��

He grabs your hand and slowly navigated the TARDIS hallways in an attempt to find his room, being careful to make sure you can keep up with your shaky footing. Eventually, he stops at an unassuming dark blue door, and opens it. Inside are piles upon piles of books and his other belongings. To be honest, you could look at the collection later, but right now there was something else on both of your minds. He closes the door behind him and kisses you again. He backs you up until you hit the beam. You crawled onto the bed and laid down below him submissively. He crawls on top of you and doesn’t break a string of curses for anything. He unbuttoned his pants and discarded them, along with the boxer underneath. He was one hell of a man. His lean figure and his pale skin. You reach out and stroke him, observing the look of pleasure on his face.

“Do you need more time?” He asked, clearly aching with anticipation, but still values your safety and concerns over anything.

“No, please doc, I need you”

The few words was all the permission he needed to coax himself into your tight core. The sounds that came out of him were unholy. As were the sounds he forced out of you. He stayed inside so you could adjust to his size. When he saw your face distort in pleasure, he took the hint to start moving in and out. He filled you so completely. The passion between you made it feel like two pieces of a puzzle, finally fitting together. You longed for every part of him you could reach. Skin gliding across skin. Fingers caught in your lovers hair. Nails scratching up and down his scarred back. The sweet nothings drove you crazy.

“You’re mine”

“You feel so good”

“You are my universe, and every star in it”

“Oh, y/n”

Most of all you loved the love letters he spoke in Gallifreyan that you couldn’t understand. The mystery of the language and pronunciations fascinated you. The tone and his admiration made your senses heighten and all the pressure build quickly once again. You could feel the doctor start to tremble, knowing he’s doing everything he can to hold back until you were satisfied. He leaned down and nipped at the skin underneath your jaw, eliciting the loudest moans you thought you could muster. He picked up your hips and started thrusting into you sloppily, now hitting both your clit and g-spot. You couldn’t even warn the doctor before you came, the euphoria taking over every spot of your vision, leaving you seeing stars. He thrust a few more times lazily and you could feel the tension snap. He spilled into you, holding you tightly as he steadied himself.

He pulled himself out of you and layer next to you. You could see the layer of sweat covering his body. You leaned over and rested your head on his chest.

“I’m yours” You breathed against his chest

“Y/n?”

“Yes doctor?”

“I want to make sure that you know… well” He hesitated then sighed “That I love you”

You looked into his eyes “I love you too doctor, never forget it” He sighed a sigh of relief this time.

“I really liked it when you said that”

“I’ll do it more often, darling. Just for you”

You were lulled to sleep by the soothing sounds of the TARDIS humming on the chest of the doctor. Your doctor. Limbs tangled with limbs, draped it the light of a thousand stars. All was as it should be.

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imajinxnation · 2 years

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May you please write something for a companion who loves the doctor and witnesses their regenerations? Like a scenario for 9 to 10, 10 to 11, etc? I'm sorry if this isn't up your alley! I understand if you chuck it. I'm excited for your upcoming fics!!!

You Witness Their Regeneration - Doctor Who Preference/Reaction

Thank you for the request, idk why I never thought of this!!

This isn't going by the Doctor Who storyline, this is my own storyline

Also if I dissapointed any of you by not putting 13, then maybe you should look at my welcome page, it has who I write for underneath each Masterlist!

WARNING: Angst and a teeny bit of fluff

9 to 10:

"No! Doctor, please!" You cried out as you realized that the Sontaran had shot him right before he fell into the Tardis.

"Stay back, please, (Y/n)! Did I ever tell you that Timelords have with little trick," he grunts in pain, "to cheat death. I'll live, but you won't be seeing this ol' face again."

You nod, though you didn't fully understand what he meant, but you did as he asked and backed up to give him space for whatever was about to happen. Suddenly his hands started to glow a bright, sunny yellow. It looked as if the sun itself was burning him up.

The Doctor lifted his gaze from his hands onto you, "Have I ever told you just how utterly fantastic you are, (Y/n)? And you know what? So was I!"

It finally happened, his hands and face were engulfed by the brightest yellow you've ever seen. It felt like being near a hot fireplace, and he was in the center of it, burning away to form a new man. It didn't take long and the yellow faded away quickly, only to reveal the face of the Doctor.. well, the new face.

This Doctor was skinny and had spikey hair, and you weren't going to lie, he was also quite attractive.

"Doctor? How do you feel?" You asked, a bit cautious at the new man who was now the Doctor.

"Oh I feel just lovely.." he makes a face and runs his tongue over his teeth, "new teeth, that's weird. Anywho! (Y/n), my partner, you look absolutely amazing, have you done something different with your hair because I think it looks so nice..."

As he finished his sentence he came tumbling down on the Tardis floor. You gasped and yelped his name. You kneeled down to him and checked his pulse. Still breathing, just passed out. After all that.. who could blame him for passing out like that? You grabbed him under his arms and proceeded to drag him to his room to let him rest. You could ask questions later when he woke up.

10 to 11:

"You're going to regenerate again, aren't you Doctor?" You asked, noticing how weak he seemed at the moment.

"Yeah, I am, and I wish I could do more, wish I could stay longer, but it's time for a change of face. I don't want to go, but I don't really have a choice," He replied, hunching down in pain.

Some tears fall as you realize you're going to see him in pain again. You hated seeing the Doctor in pain, whether it was physical or emotional didn't matter, any type of pain he was in you wanted to take away. You placed your hand on his shoulder, giving his face a good hard look. You kissed him on the lips, this face on the lips, one last time before sliding your hand off his shoulder and stepping back.

"I still loved you when your face changed the first time, don't think I won't love the next, or any of the ones afterwards," you gave a sad smile.

He returned the same sad smile and looked at his hands starting to glow. The colour never changed, it was always that same burning yellow that gave off heat and remonded you of the sun. Another regeneration is going to be burned through, and soon you'll be met with a new face, a new Doctor.

Again it happened where the bright yellow grew hotter and more powerful, obviously more powerful than the last regeneration as the windows of the Tardis broke and everything was going haywire. The Tardis was crashing, he was busy regenerating, and you didn't know how to fly the damn thing!

The regeneration soon came to an end, the first thing the new Doctor did was check if he had all his limbs. You laughed a bit when he noticed his new chin and his hair a bit longer, thinking he was a girl. Then he realized the Tardis was crashing.

"Doctor, what are we going to do!?" You exclaimed over the Tardis' sounds.

"(Y/n)! My partner, my favourite human being in the universe! What we are going to do is not die, that's what!" The Doctor smiled at you.

You never realized it until that moment, but even when you were in danger, you always managed to make him smile, in all his regenerations... that's one of the things that never changed.

11 to 12:

You had already witnessed two of the Doctors regenerations, now it didn't make you as sad as it used to, knowing that the previous Doctors you have grown to love will be replaced with a new man. No matter what he looked like, you would always love him.

"Alright Doctor, I wonder what you'll look like next!" You exclaimed.

Of course you were still a little sad to see your old Doctor go, but you learned to look forward to who he will be next, what crazy fashion he'll wear, what food items he prefers next, and especially his personality!

"Me too! Hopefully ginger, always wanted to be ginger, but regeneration hasn't been nice to me," he smiled a bit.

This one wasn't like the other regenerations, this time it was almost like a flash, it wasn't like the sun, this time it was like a light flickering. An extremely blinding light, but a flicker of light none the less. It took you a second to grasp what happened, but soon you realized you were staring at the Doctor, new and older at the same time.

"Gah!" The Doctor shouted, "New kidneys, I've got new kidneys... I don't like the colour!"

You laughed a little at that statement, "You don't like the colour of your kidneys, Doctor, how can you see them, they're inside of you?!"

Before he could answer there was a knock at the Tardis door, it seemed like an angry knock. The Doctor got to the door before you could check who it was. Yes, this Doctor was older, but just like every other Doctor you've been with, you could learn to love him just the same.

You started towards the Tardis doors, into a new adventure with your new Doctor.

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analieninabox · 2 years

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Can we please have a companion who just tries to gaslight their way out of dangerous situations while The Doctor figures out a plan? Like:

Dalek: You are a friend of The Doctor!

Companion: *standing next to The Doctor* what? Who’s that? I don’t know any Doctor. Probably not even a real thing. You’re making things up. You’re crazy.

Doctor: wtf r u doing

Companion: shush. This? *points at doctor* this is my friend… Dave.

Dalek: that is the doctor

Cpmpanion: I bet your friends told you that. They’re lying. They’re jealous of what we have. We have a deep connection.

Dalek: What are you talking about weve only just met-

Companion: you’re lying we both know it. You’re just confused.

Dalek: wth-

Comapnion: babe it’s okay just let us go and prove you’re not crazy. I know you’re not crazy. Just let us go.

Dalek: Yk what idgaf just gtf out of here

Doctor: 👁 👄 👁

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morganas-pendragons · 3 months

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Tender | Twelve

short and sweet. based off of heaven sent and hell bent (because twelve has been my favorite for years and there's no fic for him, so I guess I gotta do it myself!)

Something is wrong with his hands. You're not sure what it is, especially given the fact he's barely uttered five words since he found the TARDIS again, but he's being particularly careful with how much he uses his hands.

You decide to test the waters of your capacities for physical contact and come closer, bridging the gap between you to graze the back of his hand with your fingertips.

He winces as if he's been burned. Like it's painful.

"Darling," You murmur, pressing your cheek into his shoulder as he leans over the console of the TARDIS. There is such sorrow hanging off of him. Such pain. A pain that only comes with the heaviness of loss. You know exactly why he bears this weight. It is incomprehensible to him, however, that the mere memory of a ghost occupies the hole in his mind. "What's wrong?"

It takes him a long moment to answer. "My hands," The Doctor murmurs. He is not willing to look you in the eye. "When I was in the confession dial, I spent the entirety of those four and a half billion years breaking through a material harder then diamond to get free. I could've left at any time to get home to you. And yet.."

Clara.

You had been with The Doctor longer than Clara ever had been. You knew his capacity for love, and you knew better then most how The Doctor struggled with this face and this body. He struggled with accepting himself for who he is. He struggled with recognizing that he could be worthy of love in this body.

You had made every effort to prove otherwise.

"I don't blame you," You say softly, curving around him to shimmy up onto the TARDIS console and run your fingers through unruly silver curls. It's one of your favorite things about this face. "And I could never blame you. You've always done things in the name of love."

"I've not let myself love you like-"

"Like what?"

He retreats from the tenderness of your touch with a snarl and a quiet clack of his teeth. "Like he did!" The Doctor exclaims. "We all know that it would be less shameful to openly love a younger face. Like Sandshoes, or The Chin-"

"I have loved every version of you I have ever known. But here's the thing I recognize," Your voice is soft and warm, a lure back to the space where you occupy the console. The Doctor flexes his aching hands at his sides as he did every time the pain returned, every time he's reminded of the suffering he endured inside of the confession dial. "They're all you. And in every lifetime, every universe, every finite moment of my existence? I will choose you."

He inches closer, like he's unsure.

"Always?" The Doctor asks.

You nod. He steps into the part of your legs and closes his eyes as you take his hands into your own, holding them in your own before turning them palm upward and laying a kiss thereupon.

Your fingertips trail downwards. Your lips follow their path, cradling his wrist in your hands as you follow the ache that thrums beneath your touch. He's always carried so much pain.

This pain, however, is a pain that will last lifetimes beyond you.

He shudders as you place your hands over his own on your cheeks. "You've spent so long engaged in a dangerous life, running away and being the hero that this universe will never thank. You're so used to.. cruelty. Hardship. Loneliness. But you know the one thing that I will never stop freely giving to you?" The Doctor shakes his head and leans into the warmth of your hands. It's rare for you to reduce him to silence. "Love."

"Love." He whispers. You sigh as his head falls into the crook of your neck, and The Doctor grasps you like his very being depends on it.

Love. Yeah.

Maybe he needs it more than he believed he did.

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