Shagging through time and space

Doctor x Rose | Explicit | 69 words

Written for @dwsmutfest’s weekly prompt Blush.

I wrote this with Ten in mind, because I feel like he goes down on Rose with so much enthusiasm. But it could be just about any of them.

Rose’s body is thoroughly flushed. Between her legs, the Doctor tongues her clit with vigor; she keens desperately. Two perfectly-curled fingers work her expertly; the rhythm hurtling her towards bliss.

She cries his name, syllables cut short by the intensity of her orgasm-  it delights him. He lets her come down, legs splayed around him obscenely, then begins his delicious torture once more.

Sorry this took me so long to fill, friend! I hope you see this!

Not sure if @dwsmutfest is still a thing, but I feel like it’ll fill some sort of prompt. ;)

(AO3)

Thanks to @jeeno2 for the quick beta!!

A Bit Daft

Rose unlocks the door to the flat she shares with the Doctor and tosses her key on the bookshelf as she jogs to the kitchen and fills a glass with water. Her headphones blare loudly in her ears, the music serving only to fuel the manic energy that had sent her out for a run in the first place.

After gulping down the water, Rose stomps down the hallway to the ensuite, peeling off clothes as she walks, trying to shove her restless thoughts to the back of her mind.

The Doctor’s supposed to be out looking at property, so she has a rare moment to herself at the flat. And after weeks of (as of yet) unresolved sexual tension between her and the Doctor after they’d both been unceremoniously dumped in this universe by the other Time Lord, she intends to take advantage of it.

First entry for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas!  My goal is to have a chapter each day.

Smutty Doomsday fixit.  Meets @dwsmutfest‘s July prompt of ‘up against a white wall’.  Tagging @timepetalsprompts because I’m shameless badass Rose Tyler knows what she wants (and it’s the Doctor).

“Hold on!  Rose, please, hold on!”  He screamed, clinging to his clamp with one hand, desperately reaching for her with the other.

“I am holding on!” She hollered back, fighting to keep her grip against the powerful suction of the void.

she’s seized by a sudden urge to see just how much she can get away with, just how far she can push

(rose x tentoo and a torchwood mission and an empty office; shamelessly nsfw. filling the @dwsmutfest​ prompt of “holding hands during sex” that was posted approximately a million years ago, along with @timepetalsprompts​ tentoo month celebration)

By Skyler10

Chapter 2: Blessings of the Only

Summary: With the Curse of the Time Lords gone, Tentoo and Rose have The Talk: Will Rose still want to bond?

Notes: A long time ago someone prompted Tentoo x Rose virginity loss fic @dwsmutfest and mentioned I had already written it a year ago. So I thought it was time for another. This story remains Teen, but the next story in this series will have the smut.

This series also contains hidden sappy lines from a sappy lines prompt meme @doctorroseprompts​ reblogged. ;) 

Read on Ao3: Ch. 1, Ch. 2 | Ch. 1 on Tumblr 

This was the “if only.” It had happened. When she finally understood, it was like a wave from the nearby sea had washed away all the barriers between them. She grabbed his lapel and snogged him hard. It didn’t stop her from breaking away and running after the disappearing TARDIS to say goodbye, but he’d already left. And stayed. Here he was by her side, holding her hand. She rubbed her thumb over his. They were going to be alright.

But they had a lot to talk about.

First came the stories of while they were apart: explaining the dimension cannon and her job, how Martha and Donna had helped him, how they had moved on with their lives but their hearts still belonged to each other. They learned to love who each other were now, not just who they were years ago.

And this time, there was nothing keeping them apart. After awhile of this getting reacquainted, “goodnight kisses” were nothing short of foreplay. They intended to ease themselves into their new relationship, but living together, sharing a bed and a flat and everything… Taking it slow didn’t go as planned. There were fights, sure, but each time their makeup making out was hotter and heavier. They were so worked up that when they realized why each other took long showers, it only increased the tension.

One night they found themselves on their bed in the same position as they had been in on the jumpseat so long ago, Rose straddling the Doctor’s lap and hands in his hair while he unbuttoned her shirt. This time it was Rose who pulled away.

A collaboration with @fleurdeneuf

Nine x Rose

Prompts: Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen from @dwsmutfest - and Nine/Rose Month on @doctorroseprompts And for @timepetalsprompts we have: Pablo Neruda ;);)

Rated: E

Updates: No more updates! Because this is the end! We’re going to miss this on Friday nights! 

Summary: Rose is given an aphrodisiac drug at a club, and only the Doctor can help her. In the process, they discover what’s been right there all along.

AO3 / TSP (tba, check comments)

Notes: Dubcon warning for aphrodisiac trope. See full introductory notes on Chapter 1. Spoiler page here if needed.

Thank you so much to everyone who has reblogged and/or commented, or otherwise let us know you were reading! The lovely feedback has been positively overwhelming, and we are so very grateful. It’s been a wild ride, and we have had a lot of fun. Please enjoy the final chapter, and thank you so much for going on this journey with us!

Ch 1 /  Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4

  The Doctor twisted strands of tangled blonde hair around his fingertips and felt the moment when Rose’s body fully collapsed in sleep. For some number of minutes (he purposely stopped counting) he reveled in the rise and fall of her chest and each precious heartbeat. His eyes closed and he tuned in to the soft thrum of her pulse points where she pressed onto him, tension releasing from her muscles as she succumbed to deeper sleep. Sweat cooled on her back. He wondered if she might start to get uncomfortable, especially when his own temperature fell back to normal.

A bit regretfully, he rolled her over and disentangled to go clean himself up, bring a flannel, and make her more settled for sleeping. She hummed a bit, but didn’t wake. Job done to his satisfaction, he returned to her side and pulled her into a spoon.

Generally, he thought little of sleeping. Needs must, but he’d usually felt it to be a waste of time, and later in his life, too risky for nightmares.

Tonight, though.

A collaboration with @fleurdeneuf

Nine x Rose

Prompts: Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen from @dwsmutfest - and Nine/Rose Month on @timepetalsprompts and @doctorroseprompts

Rated: Guess what time it is? It’s rating-change time!  Rated E 

Updates: Friday nights!

Summary: Rose is given an aphrodisiac drug at a club, and only the Doctor can help her. In the process, they discover what’s been right there all along.

AO3 / TSP

Notes: Dubcon warning for aphrodisiac trope. See full introductory notes on Chapter 1. Spoiler page here if needed.

Ch 1 /  Ch 2 / Ch 3 / 

The Doctor’s lips were velvety soft, as were his hands on each side of her face, and his fingertips that tangled into her hair and lightly stroked, sending shivers down her neck. Rose’s hands scrabbled at his bare chest, seeking an anchor. He tilted her head, opened his mouth over hers, tasted her tongue, and plunged in greedily. She whimpered when he broke away to capture each lip in turn, then seal over her again. Her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him to her with all the strength in her body.

He dropped his hands from her face, and she had a moment to miss them before he grabbed her bum possessively, wrenching her against his groin. She cried out and pushed at him–wanted to push him over, climb him, but he stood like a fortress. She settled for using her hold on his neck and the leverage of his hands to jump into his arms and wrap her legs around his hips. He caught her, his arms like iron, anchoring her to his body. Still not close enough. But now she could hold his face and look at his half-lidded eyes and kiss all over him to her heart’s content. Her fingers threaded through the soft hair on the back of his head. She scraped her cheek along his rough stubble, humming, and caught his mouth, open on a breath, slid her tongue against his, falling quickly into a rhythm with him that turned her blood to molten lava.

A collaboration with @fleurdeneuf

Nine x Rose

Prompts: Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen from @dwsmutfest - and Nine/Rose Month on @timepetalsprompts and @doctorroseprompts

Rated: This chapter is T, rating will go up to E

Updates: Friday nights!

Summary: Rose is given an aphrodisiac drug at a club, and only the Doctor can help her. In the process, they discover what’s been right there all along.

AO3 / TSP

Notes: Dubcon warning for aphrodisiac trope. See full introductory notes on Chapter 1. Spoiler page here if needed.

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Maybe “hurt” wasn’t the right word.

Rose had told Jack it was starting to hurt, and since then she’d had plenty of time on her own to consider every single detail of her peculiar affliction. The aching arousal itself wasn’t exactly a hurt. Pleasurable, in its own way, though frustrating as hell. No relief to be found. She’d had a shower, with all the hand-held, movable sprays and body jets, and she got nothing but very, very clean. Back in bed, hair wet but unwashed, wearing only knickers with a short dressing gown thrown over, it became clear: No satisfaction. Not today.

But the hurt? That was something else. She could exist day after day with a longing for him–that was the energy underlying her daily existence. See the stars, save the world, luxuriate in holding hands with a 900 year old alien she’d never hope to understand. Save the world, see the distant past, catch his eyes alight with joy and ever-so-fleeting glimmers of something more like what she was accustomed to from human men.

But he wasn’t human, as he was always so quick to remind her. Wishful thinking, probably. Can’t see what he does and assume normal bloke stuff. And most of the time that was fine. She could live a more amazing life than she’d ever dreamed, with the most amazing man. Be special to him. Needed. Love him…in whatever way he allowed her. It was all worth it, and most of the time staying in that in-between space was nothing but joy.

Until now. Now she was desperate to touch him; knowing he would never touch her back in the way she craved was agony. She was trying not to listen to the devil on her shoulder, which sometimes spoke in Jack’s voice, that he would if she asked him to.