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12th Doctor x Transmasc!Reader - Stress Relief (NSFW)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31425725

Summary: You’re a fellow time traveler who has a long friendship with The Doctor. You find his TARDIS in the middle of Glasgow and decide to take a step inside. You’re soon met with a newly regenerated Doctor, who seems to be in desperate need of some stress relief. Something you’re happy to provide. 

A fierce Glaswegian breeze rattled your bones as you trekked through the city center. Typical that you’d be marooned on a planet that hadn’t invented cheap time travel yet- and you had no way of getting the right type of metal to fix yours. You were about 3.6 million lightyears away from the closest galaxy that would even dare sell it. Typical. Fucking typical. You often wondered if this was the Universes way of punishing you, some warped form of cosmic justice from all the times you’d managed to cheat death.  

These thoughts were a daily consideration for you right now, you didn’t know anyone in this time period and there’s only so much you can share with your neighbor or coworker. You came to a crossroads and looked around to ensure no vehicles were coming towards you as you crossed over. Out of the corner of your eye, a flash of blue caught your attention. You whipped around and let out a shaky gasp. You knew this route like your childhood home, you’d spent the last three years going back and forth to a menial job you’d managed to blackmail your way into. You knew when something had changed.

And a Police box wasn’t there this morning.  

This was your chance. You abandoned your routine to head straight for The Tardis. You could already hear the rhythmic humming song she made whenever you stepped on board. You’d noticed she made a slightly different noise every time someone new stepped on board. It would be repeated if they decided to leave for good. You wondered if maybe it was The TARDIS giving you all names, the children of time that she protected.  

Soon you were spreading your hand over a panel of her door, whispering a “Hello gorgeous!” Before walking inside.  

Relief seeped into your bones as you saw her expansive control room in all its glory. There was a second where you were scared, you’d find a disgruntled police officer and a square meter's worth of space. You couldn’t count the number of dreams you’d had about The Doctor coming to rescue you. You approached the console and looked up at the glowing central column, resting your hands against the cool metal. Your breathing was shallow, and adrenaline was thumping through you. Years of being forced to live under 21st century Earth capitalism had eroded you to the point where you’d lost hope of ever getting back to your time. And here was your Deus ex Machina, it made you want to cry.

You heard the door open, and you turned around, backing up against the console. Light poured into the room as The Doctor stared at you. You swore a moment of happiness overtook his stony exterior. He took long, deliberate steps towards you. His face had changed since the last time you saw him, and that was a long time ago. As he approached you, the TARDIS’ doors closed behind him.  

Once he was stood in front of you, you reached your hand out. He didn’t lean away, he simply let you cup his cheek. His eyes cast downwards. You cradled his head, moving it side to side so you can examine every inch of his new face. It’s a very useful skill to pick him out of a crowd. You feel your face light up in a smile, and the Doctor tilts his head slightly.  

“My god, you really are good at choosing the most beautiful faces.” You take his hand and kiss his knuckles, causing the timelord to turn away, a blush creeping onto his sharp cheeks.  

“And you’ve always managed to get onto my TARDIS without permission.” Your breath hitched as he placed his hands on either side of you on the console, leaning in just close enough so you’re not touching.  

“She lets me in, it’s not my fault your ship has a mind of her own.” You leant your hands back on the console so you could lift yourself up onto the panel. You fit so snugly between the controls. Part of you wondered if he’d built this little throne just for you but you knew he’d never answer you if you asked.  

“You’re a long way from home, even for your standards.” The Doctor stepped closer so that his body was flush against you, your legs on either side of him. His hands gripped your thighs and travelled up to your hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your hands across his chest, admiring the craftsmanship of his suit.  

“I got stuck, you wouldn’t happen to have space for another traveler in this big old box, would you? I can’t stand another minute here. It’s a prison.” You tried to communicate your sincerity to him, years of hopeless anguish flooded your eyes with tears. The Doctor felt the weight of the isolation so profound it had nearly sent you mad. He rested his forehead against yours.  

“You are always welcome; you should know that by now.” He reached a hand up to cradle your neck and you leant into it. You could feel fire in his skin, burning but not painful; not yet. It was a familiar burn, one that came with unused regeneration energy but there was something else. Your people had always been able to read energy, especially from powerful psychic beings like Time Lords. His emotions erupted from him like waves, entirely untamed and wild. It felt frustrated and pent up, like he was keeping a hurricane behind his eyes. Maybe you both were. The problem with psychic links is he could feel you just as much as you could feel him.  

“This face is brand new, isn’t it? I can feel the change hanging in the air.” You traced your thumb over his cheek. “You’re nearly bursting, holding onto that energy is going to exhaust you, dearest.” The Doctor let out a shaky laugh, his breathing had become shallow as energy coursed through his veins. It lit up his nervous system, his senses sharper and more acute. You trailed a finger over his neck and watched his breath hitch as your skin touched. He shuddered forwards, leaning his head into the crook of your neck. You pressed your lips to his cheek, trailing kisses down his neck until you had to undo the top buttons of his shirt to find more to kiss. He let out a whimper and had to steady himself, pushing his body against yours.  

“What would the universe say if they knew the great Doctor of War could be disarmed with nothing but neck kisses?” He felt your smile against his skin. The Doctor’s cheeks flushed red, and he let out a huff before snaking a hand up to grip your throat. He tipped your face up so that you met his gaze.  

“I rather think it’s none of the universe's business.”

The Rest of this Fic can be found over on Ao3! Link below! https://archiveofourown.org/works/31425725

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