#A Stranger in a Strange Land

[draculathedansemacabre]

The night grows darker.

Dracula: The Danse Macabre

Starring Evangeline Young & Peter Coleman.

Sound design by Jeffrey Nils Gardner.

Music by Alan Rodi.

Script editing by Sarah Shachat.

Recorded by Robby Schwartz at Soho Recording.

Written & directed by Gabriel Urbina.

Episode 1: A Stranger in a Strange Land.

Now Available.

A mystery of the sea for all of you...

[bogusfilth]

do you ever think about what you would do to survive if you got sent back in time given how non-transferable/situated in the current social structure your skills probably are. even Being A Farmer (like most people in history) is not as like immediately low-skill as some would necessarily assume. all your actual knowledge and technical skill are so like. precisely appropriate to your time and place.

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

I'm about 2/3rds of the way through A Stranger in a Strange Land and I can't tell if the cult sex is strictly religious cult sex or if it counts as monster fucking. Cuz, yeah, Smith is technically human he's got Marsian Powers(tm) and has little understanding of human concepts.

And I KNOW it's set up that he's a jesus-y figure and all and his "unhumanness" very much reads as a lack of understanding in neurodivergence BUT THE WND HALF OF THIS BOOK IS READING LIKE AN OVERLY RELIGIOUS ALIEN SMUT WITHOUT THE SMUT DESCRIPTIONS OKAY???

[thehouseofspades]

I am lost. There is no map to be found or to be found. Guides seem to view my case as hopeless. I cannot disagree, the jungle is dense, maybe impenetrable.

Something inside of me wants to be found. The rest knows there is only darkness to be found.

[pigin-is-so-rad]

Tumblr frightens me and I lowkey have no idea how it works but I felt that cuteguy deserves to be shared in his home as well

[arting-block]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 11th Doctor x F!Reader

❝𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦.❞

Summary: The Doctor doesn't need sex, just you

Warnings: Grinding, P in V sex, hints of sub!Doctor

Words: 1K

A/N: HAHAHA I'm back!! I had this scenario rotting in my brain and I needed to get it out. This does take place in Stranger in a Strange Land, but this fic can be read as a stand-alone!

The Doctor has no need for romance. Eons spent traveling the cosmos trying to save everyone from destruction leaves little room for trivial things. His need for sex is even lower. 

“Please,” a breathy whine, a slight gasp. The Doctor’s hands gripped the cloth of the bedsheets in hopes he could gain control of his erratic heaving. Everything’s too hot, too much. Despite the tops of his shirt being undone and his jacket laying on the floor, his bodily temperature keeps rising, “There’s people in the other room—”

His voice ended with a pitched cry as your fingers went to the zipper of his pants. Light pressure from your fingers sent his mind into a frenzy. A mix of cold dread and pure excitement pools in his chest all the way down. The Doctor could easily stop your hands. One word and you would step back. 

Sex isn’t important, he doesn’t crave it. Plenty of beautiful men and women have thrown themselves at his feet and he spared them no glance. From powerful queens to cheeky immortals. Hell, even his own companions have tried and ultimately failed to garner any carnal desire from him. 

The Doctor tightened his hold on the bed when you moved to hover above his lap. Your perfume invades his nose and your hand cups his burning face. He couldn’t help but stare helplessly at your face. Your beautiful, terrifying face. 

“Yet you don’t want me to stop,” it was a casual statement. No tremors or wavers in your voice; it was the truth. You place the palm of your hand on his flushed chest, sliding up and around the back of his neck, “I can taste your desire.”

He curses your ability to understand his body. How your hands ignite a path of fire wherever they caress. How your searing kiss to the tender spot on his neck makes him emit pathetic noise at the back of throat. How you press your clothed core on his lap and he jumps. His hands find the curve of your waist, pushing downwards for any relief to your cruel torture. He hates how your breathy laugh makes his pants tighter. 

“Please,” another whine.

Your smile shows no mercy, “Please what, Doctor?”

The way his name slips out of your mouth with a hint of cruelty, a dash of need, sends him in a spiral. You hands busy themselves with unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, making sure to trail your hands down his chest to his pelvis. The palms of your hands are cool against his flushed skin. He feels everything from the drumming of his two hearts to the slick accumulating on top of his pants. 

The Doctor doesn't need sex.

“I need you, love. Please—” your hips ground on him once more, nearly jumbling his speech “ —fuck me.”

Who were you to deny your beloved Doctor?

Grabbing his flushed face, you preoccupied his senses with the taste of your lips. The Doctor melted into you, eagerly meeting your kiss with equal vigor. His mind was close to blanking, something he never thought possible. It seemed the longer you indulged him the more dopamine seemed to numb his consciousness. 

You tangle into him until there’s no distinction from your body to his. Every gasp he emits makes you shiver. Every moan you slip makes The Doctor want to flip you over and show you how cruel you’ve been.

Pulling back, you take a look at The Doctor’s disheveled appearance. Pride swells in your chest seeing the almighty Doctor submit to your whims with just a kiss. The air tastes of his need and your spine tingles from The Doctor’s unspoken trust in you. A silent prayer; trust that you will alleviate the ache in his chest and underneath your lap. 

Sex was never something he needed. He can live without the intimacy of another. He’s done it for centuries so why not a century longer?

“Doctor,” your eyes close and brows furrow. The sound of your whine permeates the fog of his mind and zero in on the bliss on your face. 

The tension in your face relaxes and you allow yourself to give into the pleasure. The Doctor can't help but marvel at your expression. 

He can’t go a century longer. Not after meeting you—fucking you until neither of you can choke a sentence. The moment you allowed him to bury himself between your thighs, he knew sex wasn't something he craved. Sex in itself wasn't what he wanted.

No, what he wanted—needed—was you. How could he not? His body craves the love you pour into each drag of your finger. Your lingering kiss on his jaw that tingles for seconds after. A cheeky grin and a promise sealed with a wink. 

The sight of your undoing, all because of him is what he wants. Tossing your head back, screaming his name until you finally stop trembling. How you cling onto him like he’s the only solid thing in the world. 

Selfishly, he only wants your pleasure and nothing else. 

“I love this,” a hushed confession; a bright smile on your face, “I love you.”

Your words send fire into his blood. No matter how many times that phrase has been uttered, it still makes his two hearts stop. 

Air hits The Doctor’s length and you are delighted in the hiss he lets out. You move your soaked underwear to the side and allow The Doctor to buck his hips up. The head of his cock nudges your entrance and you have to bite down a groan.

“How do you want it, hm?” you dip close to his ear to ensure he never misses a word. Lining up his length towards your center, you delight in his stuttered breathing, “Slow and gentle?”

You dropped your hips downward and watched as The Doctor’s head tilted back, baring his throat to you. Your cunt stretches to accommodate the intrusion, but the pleasure it brings lights the fire in your stomach. Reaching for the back of The Doctor’s head, you force his head up.

Wild green eyes stare back at you. You imagined your expression is no different. 

“Or do you prefer I fuck you instead?” 

[lilbitofmac]

Play it cool, Tony…

[fanaticartisan]

Drinks with the Stranger

[ironmaidengifs]

HAPPY 66TH BIRTHDAY BRUCE DICKINSON (7 August 1958)

[shirtlesssammy]

Castiel every day so often -- 112/139

Supernatural 14x01//Stranger in a Strange Land

[dark-art-666]

[draculathedansemacabre]

In two days...

Dracula: The Danse Macabre

Episode 2: A STRANGE IN A STRANGE LAND

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[monstermoviedean]

Nick: "I don't understand how Lucifer could die and I could live."

you and me both dude!!!

[fortunaestalta]

[spectroscopic-gayety]

Me: why is the Martian sex cult word trending?

Tumblr: Elon Musk named an AI after a language in a book he didn’t read.

Me: ohhhhh yeah that makes sense