#clara oswald graphic

[nobleriver]

Vampires of Venice (5.06) // Face the Raven (9.10)

[riverswaltz]

help i’m still at the restaurant

[regicidal-defenestration]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Missy/Clara Oswin Oswald Characters: Missy (Doctor Who), Clara Oswin Oswald Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Cannibalism, this isn't a survival cannibalism situation they're just freaks, Playing Fast and Loose with Time Lord Regeneration, A Slightly Different Start to The Witch's Familiar Summary:

“Why your heart? You’ve got two of loads of things, why not a leg, or a hand?”

“And why are you so desperate for my fingers in your mouth?” Missy laughed as Clara spluttered. Leather jacket in a desert. Terrible idea. Her whole body was burning. “The heart is symbolic,” Missy said, teeth clicking on every syllable. “It's camp. Eat me like you mean it, darling.”

[lanawinterscigarettes]

I loved what you did with the last one so here we go again with the try-and-fit-as-many-as-you-can-in prompt! 4 Clothing prompts and a one word prompt

- Clara (my Clara - sorry had to make an 11 reference)

- Fem Reader

- ³⁷⁾ a white lace bralette

- ³⁴⁾ doctor’s scrubs

- ²³⁾ a loose graphic t-shirt (bonus points if the person wearing it isn’t wearing a bra underneath and it’s practically hanging off their shoulder as if it couldn’t be more obvious that they’re not wearing a bra - although this point is optional)

- ⁵⁾ a borrowed hoodie

- Word: ²⁵⁷) denial

Have fun!

- ⭐️

this one was a bit trickier than the last I'll admit but I'm nothing if not determined so I managed to make it work! I really hope you like it <3

original prompt lists are here and here for those who are curious btw

Doctor's Office (Clara Oswald x fem reader)

Warnings: SMUT, light nipple play, vaginal fingering (reader receiving), light praise kink, roleplay (Clara pretends to be a doctor with the reader as her patient), both the reader and Clara are teases to each other here, orgasm denial

You were so grateful for the TARDIS and it's ability to make any random room appear in it as you wished, because otherwise how would you ever be able to make your appointment with "Doctor Oswald"?

The room you were in certainly did the job of looking like a real doctor's office, complete with the sterile smell and fluorescent lighting. You were already sitting on the exam table when the door opened, displaying none other than Clara herself. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she was wearing doctor's scrubs while carrying a clipboard.

"Good afternoon. I'm Doctor Oswald. You must be my next patient, yes?" Her voice was bright and chipper, her smile friendly and inviting. If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was a real doctor, though you both knew that wasn't the case.

"That's right. I'm in for my standard check-up." It took everything in you not to start giggling, and you could tell she was struggling to stay in character the same way you were.

"Well, then," she cleared her throat, doing her best to wipe the smile off her face. "Take off your hoodie and lie back for me, will you?"

Ah, yes. The hoodie. Technically it was Clara's, an oversized one with her university's logo on it that she used to sleep in, but it was so comfy you couldn't help but steal it every now and then. You were well aware of just how much she loved seeing you wear it, so naturally that was your choice which it came to getting dressed for your "appointment".

"Of course, Doctor. Whatever you say." Upon slipping off the hoodie, the loose graphic t-shirt you had on beneath it was revealed to her, one that hung off the shoulder and made it quite clear you weren't wearing a bra.

She was utterly speechless, her brown eyes widened into large chocolate colored orbs at the sight. You had to clear your throat just to get her attention.

"Is there a problem, Doctor Oswald?" You innocently asked, a feigned look of confusion on your face. She knew you were purposely acting coy, that much was certain, but she had to play along.

"Not at all. Let me, um- let me just get on my gloves, and we can begin, alright?" She set down the clipboard onto the counter and put on a pair of plastic surgical gloves before approaching you. "Lay back for me."

You did as she said, allowing her to feel you up- I mean, give you a check up. Her gloved hands brushed all over your body, moving from your hips to your waist to your torso and then back down again. Her hands casually slipped under the hem of your shirt, caressing the area near your belly button before she retreated again.

"I'm going to grab my stethoscope, you just lay there like a good girl for me, okay?"

A shiver went down your spine at her gentle order, leaving behind a tingly feeling in its wake. You'd be good for her, of course you would. You were quite the obedient little patient.

Putting on the stethoscope, she then placed the piece that was supposed to hear your heartbeat on the center of your chest, right between where your breasts were. You weren't entirely certain if it was real, but given just how quickly your pulse was racing you really hoped it wasn't.

She moved the piece around a few times before casually pulling up your shirt so that your breasts were exposed, your nipples hardening almost immediately due to the cold air. You tried to remain calm and relaxed despite everything in your body telling you to pull her in for a sloppy and passionate kiss.

Her thumb grazed over one of the perky buds as she continued to "listen to your heartbeat", something you couldn't tell if she was really doing or not. After a moment or so, she switched hands, the other now holding the piece belonging to the stethoscope over your chest as her now free hand had the opportunity to give your other nipple a light, playful pinch. How dare she tease you like that when you were trying so hard to stay still.

Finally, she was done, something that had you feeling both disappointed and relieved. She pull your shirt back down as she took her stethoscope off and put it back in its proper place. "Well, your heart sounds good. Perhaps I should check something different next?"

"Perhaps, yeah," you suggested eagerly in response, still laying back on the exam table. "I'm a little behind on getting my pelvic exam done, maybe you could do it for me?"

That was something she hadn't expected you to suggest at all, but she couldn't necessarily say she disliked the idea. "Well, according to your chart info, you are a bit overdue. Let's just give it a little check, shall we?"

You nodded your head, unzipping your pants and letting her help you shimmy them down to your ankles before doing the same with your underwear. It was hard not to feel a little exposed, but you trusted Clara implicitly.

She sat down on the small stool and grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer of the desk before wheeling back over to you, dolloping a good amount on her gloved fingers while she spoke. "Now, this might feel a tad bit uncomfortable, but I just want you to try to relax and stay still for me, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," you replied immediately at her words, which made her smile. The power and control she had in this situation was addicting to her, there was no doubt about it.

"Good girl." She carefully inserted her fingers, slowly pushing them in about halfway before checking on you. "How does that feel, love? You doing alright?"

"Y- Yeah," you muttered in response, feeling your walls already begin to clench around her fingers on instinct. "I- I'm doing okay."

"Good, good. That means I can continue." She adjusted her doctor's coat with her free hand, unbuttoning it slightly so that the top of her white lace bralette was visible. "Just keep laying back for me."

A barely audible moan was pulled from you when her fingers moved in a little deeper. The position you were in on the exam table gave you a good vantage point of the way her breasts looked in the bra she was wearing, which did nothing but arouse you even more.

You were getting closer now. You could feel as the coil in your stomach got wound tighter and tighter, almost about to pop- And then she pulled her fingers out all the way.

"Well, I'd say that successfully concludes our session for the day," she casually stated while standing up from the stool and removing her gloves before dropping them in a bin nearby. "If you have any follow-up questions, please don't hesitate to make another appointment."

Follow-up questions. Oh, you certainly had some, alright. "Yeah, thanks," you grumbled while watching her go, your pants still pulled down to around your ankles as you laid on the exam table.

She was definitely going to pay for that, big time.

End notes: dedicated to star anon obviously 🫶 I hope you weren't too frustrated by the ending haha

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[herleaf]

“Fear makes companions of us all”

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“I want another adventure”

#herleaf — an independent and selective ode to Clara Oswald as written by shannon (28, she/her, est)

graphic credit to @drtwat (thank you for the lovely promo)

[the-immortal-redshirt]

The Graveyard Shift

After a failed execution for a murder he did not commit, Clara Oswald and Missy must team up to prove the Doctor's innocence before the authorities discover their mistake. (Whouffaldi, takes place somewhere in the middle of season 9)(Rated T for Graphic Violence, Major Character Death, Suggestive Scenes)

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New fic yall! The first three chapters are posted!

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Well, I do things like...

- Art

- Graphic Design

- Music

- Voice Acting

- Game Design / Modelling (Roblox only)

Can't even decide so errr.... here's this list.

Oggy, Monica, Olivia, The Cockroaches - OaTC

Baldi, Monika, Theodore Peterson (The Neighbor), Bendy - Indie Horror Games

Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Puppet, Circus Baby, Funtime Freddy, Bon-Bon, The Afton Family - FNaF

Kermit, Rowlf, Bert & Ernie, Oscar The Grouch, Big Bird, Elmo, Cookie Monster - The Muppets/Sesame Street

Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby Beagale - Welcome Home!

The Doctor, Clara Oswald, Donna Noble, Rose Tyler, Dalek, Davros, The Master, Cybermen, Ruby Sunday - Doctor Who?

Bugbo, Gerbo, Gradient Joe - Bugbo

Chowder, Mung Daal, Courage, The Eustaces, Bloo, Frankie Foster, Jof the Cat, Dexter & Dee-Dee, Billy & Mandy, Cow & Chicken - Cartoon Network Shows

etc. I still have a WHOOOLE lot more.

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[ao3feed-torchwood]

The Teas (12 x Reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53902150 by noodleleg They were called the Troublesome Trio. The Doctor, Bill Potts and Reader... They would gas a planet with laughs and save people by the dozen. They would conquer monsters and be hailed as heroes. But what really set them apart was their personalities. A very British orphaned lesbian with a deep love for the Doctor and adventure, A beautiful minded reader from a broken home who also loves the Doctor and the kindness he brings to all.. and then there's the Doctor himself... in love with a past companion he refuses to accept that it wasn't. his. fault. All have their flaws, let's see if they can fix eachother with lovely smiles and the fun they deserve. Words: 34390, Chapters: 9/20, Language: English Fandoms: Doctor Who, Torchwood Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Bill Potts, Reader, Thirteenth Doctor, Missy (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), The Master (Doctor Who), River Song, Jack Harkness, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Twelfth Doctor & Bill Potts, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald, Twelfth Doctor/Reader, Missy (Doctor Who)/Reader, Bill Potts & Reader, Thirteenth Doctor/Reader, Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader

[magz]

ID: Stylized and Graphical "card" illustrations of the companion women in NuWho (Doctor Who 2005).

Each art piece has motifs related to their character and important episodes, along with their title.

Rose Tyler, "The Bad Wolf".

Martha Jones, "The Girl Who Walked The Earth".

Donna Noble, "The Most Important Woman".

Amy Pond, "The Girl Who Waited".

Clara Oswin Oswald, "The Impossible Girl".

River Song, "The Wife Of The Doctor".

Bill Pots, "The Girl Who Saw The Stars".

Missy (The Master), "The Queen Of Evil".

Yasmin "Yaz" Khan, "The Girl Who Stayed".

End ID.

COMPANIONS

aaaaaah looking at them all together is so satisfying!! and i’m so proud of actually finishing this🥰

[ao3feed-thoschei]

Broken Things

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/J6oLa2y by Thoschei_writes_fiction Human AU. Jane Smith works at the local accident and emergency department. She loved her job, has a homeless friend and a comfortable shared apartment with another. However her life is somehow tipped upside down whens she finds out Syed Masters and Yaz Khan are in an abusive relationship. What lengths will she go to fix it before it is too late...? Words: 9973, Chapters: 3/15, Language: English Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who (1963) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), The Master (Simm), The Master (Delgado), Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Third Doctor (Doctor Who), Yasmin Khan, Inston-Vee Vinder, Missy (Doctor Who), John Benton, Harry Sullivan (Doctor Who), Bill Potts, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who), Sixth Doctor (Doctor Who), Peri Brown, Yrcanos (Doctor Who), Clara Oswald, Twelfth Doctor (Doctor Who), C (Doctor Who), Tecteun (Doctor Who), Nyssa of Traken, Rose Tyler, Tegan Jovanka, Fifth Doctor (mentioned), The Master (Ainley) (mentioned), Lucy Saxon Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/The Master (Dhawan), Yasmin Khan/The Master (Dhawan), Thirteenth Doctor & The Master (Dhawan), Inston-vee-Vinder/The Master (Dhawan), Tenth Doctor & The Master (Simm), Third Doctor & The Master (Delgado), Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswald, Peri Brown/Yrcanos, Peri Brown & Sixth Doctor, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, The Master (Simm)/Lucy Saxon Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Domestic Violence, Physical Abuse, Alternate Universe - Human, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape Aftermath, PTSD, Dark Yaz read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/J6oLa2y

[nobleriver]

Doctor Who Parallels - Rose // The Time of the Doctor

When you realize Clara's family lives in Rose's old apartment

[riverswaltz]

the impossible girl

[inbeautiful-trauma]

Tagged by @emiliosandozsequence

Last Song: a secret he will take to his grave by Murray Gold

Fave Colour: blues & purples

Last book: Touched By An Angel by Jonathan Morris

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Fun activity you'd like to get into: back into writing more, colouring again and finishing the video games i started

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[quietwings-fics]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Clara & Missy) Additional Tags: Episode: s09e02 The Witch's Familiar, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Gore, Major Character Injury, Whump, Clara Oswin Oswald Whump Wordcount: 275 Summary:

Daleks shoot first.

Prompt:

"Clara/Missy, Skaro (if you want to get real bad, Dalek sewers)"

Clara has died before. She remembers.

There’s always a grace period, between pain and death. And new life, another echo, another-

Oh. She’s not impossible anymore, is she? She’s just Clara.

Boots squelch through Dalek muck towards Clara’s prone body as she wheezes. She’s sinking into the sludge. She tastes it, coating her tongue, behind her teeth, as it seeps into her mouth. A tongue clicks. “That is unfortunate. Fifty-fifty chance, I thought it might scan you first.” A pointed toe on her shoulder, the pressure pushing through until Clara feels it. She can’t work her jaw, can’t speak. Disgust follows. “You might thank me for what I’m about to do. I doubt you want the Doctor to see you like… that.”

Clara moves her arm weakly. She clutches at Missy’s boot. Missy kicks her hand away.

“Oh! Still conscious! Good. I need your brain.” Clara feels herself hauled, or part of her. Most of her? She can’t tell. Her body is fog, pierced by shrieking sirens and the bright, scouring gaze of lighthouses. She gurgles when she’s placed into the Dalek’s shell. One eye can see Missy. She’s not sure where the other is.

Missy is attaching her to something. Her mind frays at the edges.

She wonders where the Doctor is. How this is saving him. Has she saved him?

No. No. She keeps forgetting. She’s covered in soiled mud, and she is not impossible.

“Goodbye, Clara,” Missy sings as darkness closes around her.

“DOCTOR,” the Dalek screams, “DOCTOR. DOCTOR.”

Just this once, Clara thinks, just this once, come save me.

“EXTERMINATE,” the Dalek keeps screaming, “DOCTOR. EXTERMINATE.”

“Stop whining,” Missy tells it. “He’ll see what you are soon enough.”

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[herleaf]

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕗 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖; 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪! 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖! 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕞'𝕤.

#herleaf -- an INDEPENDENT and SELECTIVE interpretation of the character CLARA OSWALD from Doctor Who. canon compliant and headcanon based, clara has been with me for over a decade so who knows what will happen.

AN ECHO FROM THE PAST -- RENEWED ONCE MORE -- established april 2013 as theleafwasmymums, regenerated july 2024 as herleaf. as loved always and forever by shannon (she/her, 25+)

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[the-immortal-redshirt]

The Graveyard Shift: Chapter 9: The Graveyard Shift

After a failed execution for a murder he did not commit, Clara Oswald and Missy must team up to prove the Doctor's innocence before the authorities discover their mistake. (Whouffaldi, takes place somewhere in the middle of season 9)(Rated T for Graphic Violence, Suggestive Scenes)

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Chapter 9: The Graveyard Shift

Missy shoved her key into the lock and burst through the glass door, panting. She pushed past the steel kitchen door and into the console room of the Tardis. She set her heavy box down with a thunk onto the wooden work desk by the railing. She was sure she had not been followed, but she was grateful for the hidden sanctuary of the Tardis. She threw off her disguise with disdain. It had been so hot and stuffy inside. 

“Clara!” she called. Her voice echoed down the corridors. “Clara, wake up!”

After a few moments, Clara groggily appeared in the entryway. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and squinted in the light. “What is it, Missy?” she grumbled, mild annoyance lacing her voice. 

“Kiss me.” Missy grinned cheekily. 

“What?” Clara asked, suddenly wide awake. Had she heard her right?

Missy patted the cardboard box and did a little dance. Her heels tapped happily against the metal floors. Her purple dress fanned out around her with a flourish. “You're gonna wanna kiss me after you see what I've brought home,” she giggled.

Intrigued, Clara padded up the steps and to the desk. Her eyebrows shot up when she realized that Missy wasn't lying. “Missy, how did you–”

“Nevermind that!” she exclaimed, ever hyper. “Put on some coffee, we have work to do!”