here to request a doctor! rose tyler x companion! reader. well, rose isn’t usually the possessive type, but after the reader changes her style, cutting her hair short and starting to dress more ‘masculine’, rose suddenly feels the urge to mark her territory whenever she gets the chance.
ps: g!p rose and butch! reader if u will.. xx
g!p doctor!rose x butch!reader
warnings: nsfw, g!p, possessive rose
the constant ruckus coming from your basement should have annoyed you. an endless clanking and clashing noise, metals clunking noisily against each other as the doctor, yet again, was tinkering away at some pointless little gadget.
regardless, you could never bring even one part of yourself to feel annoyed. it was endearing almost, the way the doctor would blissfully hum to herself, tongue peeking past her lips in concentration. for a timelord in her mid-to-late thoudands, she was adorable sometimes.
“oh, oh— y/n?” the doctor suddenly calls through the basement door which was left slightly ajar. “don’t suppose you’ve got any biscuits, do you? i’m starving—”
she suddenly halts, the words dying on her tongue as you enter the room. she stops messing about with all her wires and electronic stuff, simply staring at you, mouth agape.
you stare straight back, hand still clasped around the cold door handle. suddenly, you feel rather out of place in your baggy, relaxed suit. nervously, you adjust your footing, a brow creasing slightly as you study the doctor and her blank expression.
“you…” she begins unsurely, eyes scanning you up and down. she takes note of your shorter hair, your baggier clothes, your lack of makeup. she blinks singularly, seemingly unable to conjure up something witty this time. “you’re wearing red.” she notes plainly, nodding towards your tie.
you hesitate, glancing down briefly to find your tie hanging loosely from your neck. red, yes… but really not the biggest change.
“you never wear red.” the doctor quips with a casual shrug before returning back to her work, obviously feigning nonchalance.
instantly, you could tell she was affected, simply just by how quickly she dismissed the matter to return to work.
so, you obviously decide the pester the poor woman. taking a few slow steps closer, you drag your feet across the floor until you come to a steady stop at her side.
the doctor’s shoulders tense, she bristles and inhales sharply, clearly trying to keep herself calm at your sudden close proximity.
“what did you want anyway?” she suddenly inquires, attempting to put on a gruff tone but really it’s just laughable considering the circumstances.
“you asked for biscuits, doctor…” you remind her plainly, eyes scanning over her worktop.
she pauses abruptly again, stumped. with a faint, almost imperceptible huff she relents. “yes, yes. that’s right.” she turns to you sharply, and attempting to ignore the strange pull she had to your new haircut, she places her order. “gingernuts. i’d like a packet of gingernuts and… tea.” she blurts suddenly, dark eyes trained closely on you, dancing with hidden feelings. “four sugars, you know how i like it.”
you scoff lightheartedly, already spinning around to fetch her request from the kitchen, “four sugars is ridiculous…”
“hey! i have two hearts to pump here!” the doctor calls back defensively to which you scoff again.
“and that’ll be type two diabetes next.”
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when you return into the basement, clutching a steaming mug of tea and a fresh pack of unopened gingernuts, the doctor is nowhere to be seen. her tools are left astray and scattered about her worktop but there’s a dull thudding from inside the tardis which is (not so) conveniently parked in the centre of your basement.
“doctor? i’ve got your—” you begin as you slowly tread inside, pushing open the door with your shoulder but what you’re met with makes you spill the tea.
your strong grip on the mug loosens involuntarily, the mug goes crashing to the ground in an explosion of ceramic and hot liquid. you hiss in pain as the liquid scolds your foot, soaking swiftly through your sock. but the hiss is quickly muffled by a pair of plump, needy lips.
you blink and the doctor’s thrown herself at you, her arms are wrapped unyieldingly around your shoulders, eyes fluttered shut as her lips eagerly move against your own.
your hand snakes up to gently pry her off you, but she grabs it tight and firmly presses it to her waist.
“just shut up…” she mumbles mindlessly against your lips, still kissing vigorously.
with a muffled chuckle, you kiss back slowly to which the doctor shivers with delight. she groans, hips involuntarily bucking upwards against yours.
“eager…” you mutter lowly in her ear to which she lightly slaps the side of your head with a scowl. “ow…”
despite your teasing, you’re stripping down bare in an instant. your new masculine makeover ends up in a heap of fabrics on the tardis floor and the doctor almost pouts as she studies your nakedness.
“i almost miss those new clothes on you now…” she drawls, lips curled into a flashy grin.
you huff playfully at that, quirking a brow. “i can put ‘em back on if you like, doctor.”
“no thanks.” she scoffs softly, a strong hint of amusement in her tone as she suddenly marches over. she sharply slams you against the tardis console, earning a small yelp from you as your back harshly connects with the cold metal. her eyes roam over you eagerly, screaming with want.
roughly, she heaves you up, hands snaking beneath your thighs to prop you up on the console as she hurriedly lines her leaking length up with your dripping hole.
“you’re making a mess all over my console…” she mutters lowly, eyes flicking to yours darkly with a teasing grin.
“i have a feeling that mess is only gonna get worse…” you mumble back, eyes trained on her pulsing cock. it’s rock-hard, throbbing with every beat from each of her hearts. she’s rather on the small side when considering the length, but her girth? there was a small part of you that feared she might not even fit.
but if there was one thing you knew about the doctor, it was that if she had put her mind to something, that meant she was going to do it.
with a wild grunt, the doctor slams herself inside you, bullying her fat cock up into your tight hole. she groans lowly, the sound an animalistic rumble which tears up her throat as she throws her head back in a tsunami of blonde locks. she begins shove herself in deeper, determined to bully her girth in all the way. she can feel you stretching painfully around her, attempting to accommodate her quite literally otherworldly dick.
briskly, she rams it entirely in and stands panting before you for a moment until sharply clutching your hips to anchor her steady thrusts. her hips buck wildly, pistoning her pulsing cock in and out repeatedly as you wreathe and squirm beneath her touch.
“fuck, you look so sexy like this, y/n…” she grunts sincerely, her words punctuated between pumps of her hips. her eyes ravish you, she’s practically salivating at the sight of you looking so different— so masculine and still taking her cock like there was no tomorrow. “just wanna… stuff you up…”
your eyes roll back at her words, along with your head which flops with a thunk against the strange centrepiece of the tardis. the doctor watches with a satisfied grin, stuffing her cock in deep as possible as it suddenly begins to throb wildly.
her balls spasm, pulsing wildly as they unload and cause her to cum deeply inside of you. her cum shoots out in thick, steady ropes which splatter into your insides. the doctor shudders pleasurably each time, moaning softly with a slack jaw. she keeps cumming for what feels like forever, you begin to wonder if this was even normal for her species. but eventually, it comes to a steady stop and you glance down to find yourself positively stuffed.
your belly bulges noticeably with both her cock and cum which earns a lopsided smirk of victory from the doctor.
“hm…” she mumbles mindlessly, cock instinctively twitching inside of you at the sight. “you took me so well, n/n…” she pauses, studying the huge, sticky mess which has spilt across the console. “but, christ, have you made a mess…”
all you can merely manage is a spent groan, dazed and flopped across the console with sleepy eyes trained on the doctor who’s grinning triumphantly. god, she was insufferable.
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