#p: amy x the doctor

[fanaticforlife]

DW - Amy + Rory

"It can't. Rory isn't here" "Where is my wife ?" "Together or not at all" "She can always hear me, Doctor, always."

[disabled-dragoon]

The Disability Library

I love books, I love literature, and I love this blog, but it's only been recently that I've really been given the option to explore disabled literature, and I hate that. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be able to read about characters like me, and now as an adult, all I want is to be able to read a book that takes us seriously.

And so, friends, Romans, countrymen, I present, a special disability and chronic illness booklist, compiled by myself and through the contributions of wonderful members from this site!

As always, if there are any at all that you want me to add, please just say. I'm always looking for more!

Edit 20/10/2023: You can now suggest books using the google form at the bottom!

Updated: 31/08/2023

Articles and Chapters

The Drifting Language of Architectural Accessibility in Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris, Essaka Joshua, 2012

Early Modern Literature and Disability Studies, Allison P. Hobgood, David Houston Wood, 2017

How Do You Develop Whole Object Relations as an Adult?, Elinor Greenburg, 2019

Making Do with What You Don't Have: Disabled Black Motherhood in Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents, Anna Hinton, 2018

Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2003 OR Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2019

Wasted Lives: Modernity and Its Outcasts, Zygmunt Bauman, 2004

Witchcraft and deformity in early modern English Literature, Scott Eaton, 2020

Books

Fiction:

Misc:

10 Things I Can See From Here, Carrie Mac

A-F:

A Curse So Dark and Lonely, (Series), Brigid Kemmerer

Akata Witch, (Series), Nnedi Okorafor

A Mango-Shaped Space, Wendy Mass

Ancillary Justice, (Series), Ann Leckie

An Unkindness of Ghosts, Rivers Solomon

An Unseen Attraction, (Series), K. J. Charles

A Shot in the Dark, Victoria Lee

A Snicker of Magic, Natalie Lloyd

A Song of Ice and Fire, (series), George R. R. Martin

A Spindle Splintered, (Series), Alix E. Harrow

A Time to Dance, Padma Venkatraman

Bath Haus, P. J. Vernon

Beasts of Prey, (Series), Ayana Gray

The Bedlam Stacks, (Series), Natasha Pulley

Black Bird, Blue Road, Sofiya Pasternack

Black Sun, (Series), Rebecca Roanhorse

Blood Price, (Series), Tanya Huff

Borderline, (Series), Mishell Baker

Breath, Donna Jo Napoli

The Broken Kingdoms, (Series), N.K. Jemisin

Brute, Kim Fielding

Cafe con Lychee, Emery Lee

Carry the Ocean, (Series), Heidi Cullinan

Challenger Deep, Neal Shusterman

Cinder, (Series), Marissa Meyer

Clean, Amy Reed

Connection Error, (Series), Annabeth Albert

Cosima Unfortunate Steals A Star, Laura Noakes

Crazy, Benjamin Lebert

Crooked Kingdom, (Series), Leigh Bardugo

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots, (Series), Cat Sebastian

Daniel, Deconstructed, James Ramos

Dead in the Garden, (Series), Dahlia Donovan

Dear Fang, With Love, Rufi Thorpe

Deathless Divide, (Series), Justina Ireland

The Degenerates, J. Albert Mann

The Doctor's Discretion, E.E. Ottoman

Earth Girl, (Series), Janet Edwards

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, Emily R. Austin

The Extraordinaries, (Series), T. J. Klune

The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict, (Series), Trenton Lee Stewart

Fight + Flight, Jules Machias

The Final Girl Support Group, Grady Hendrix

Finding My Voice, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The First Thing About You, Chaz Hayden

Follow My Leader, James B. Garfield

Forever Is Now, Mariama J. Lockington

Fortune Favours the Dead, (Series), Stephen Spotswood

Fresh, Margot Wood

H-0:

Harmony, London Price

Harrow the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Hench, (Series), Natalia Zina Walschots

Highly Illogical Behaviour, John Corey Whaley

Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers

How to Become a Planet, Nicole Melleby

How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager, (Series), D. N. Bryn

How to Sell Your Blood & Fall in Love, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, Joy Demorra

I Am Not Alone, Francisco X. Stork

The Immeasurable Depth of You, Maria Ingrande Mora

In the Ring, Sierra Isley

Into The Drowning Deep, (Series), Mira Grant

Iron Widow, (Series), Xiran Jay Zhao

Izzy at the End of the World, K. A. Reynolds

Jodie's Journey, Colin Thiele

Just by Looking at Him, Ryan O'Connell

Kissing Doorknobs, Terry Spencer Hesser

Lakelore, Anna-Marie McLemore

Learning Curves, (Series), Ceillie Simkiss

Let's Call It a Doomsday, Katie Henry

The Library of the Dead, (Series), TL Huchu

The Lion Hunter, (Series), Elizabeth Wein

Lirael, (Series), Garth Nix

Long Macchiatos and Monsters, Alison Evans

Love from A to Z, (Series), S.K. Ali

Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, Kristen O'Neal

Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro

The Never Tilting World, (Series), Rin Chupeco

The No-Girlfriend Rule, Christen Randall

Nona the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Noor, Nnedi Okorafor

Odder Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Once Stolen, (Series), D. N. Bryn

One For All, Lillie Lainoff

On the Edge of Gone, Corinne Duyvis

Origami Striptease, Peggy Munson

Our Bloody Pearl, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Out of My Mind, Sharon M. Draper

P-T:

Parable of the Sower, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Parable of the Talents, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Percy Jackson & the Olympians, (series), Rick Riordan

Pomegranate, Helen Elaine Lee

The Prey of Gods, Nicky Drayden

The Pursuit Of..., (Series), Courtney Milan

The Queen's Thief, (Series), Megan Whalen Turner

The Quiet and the Loud, Helena Fox

The Raging Quiet, Sheryl Jordan

The Reanimator's Heart, (Series), Kara Jorgensen

The Remaking of Corbin Wale, Joan Parrish

Roll with It, (Series), Jamie Sumner

Russian Doll, (Series), Cristelle Comby

The Second Mango, (Series), Shira Glassman

Scar of the Bamboo Leaf, Sieni A.M

Shaman, (Series), Noah Gordon

Sick Kids in Love, Hannah Moskowitz

The Silent Boy, Lois Lowry

Six of Crows, (Series) Leigh Bardugo

Sizzle Reel, Carlyn Greenwald

The Spare Man, Mary Robinette Kowal

The Stagsblood Prince, (Series), Gideon E. Wood

Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient is Love. No, Really, (Series), RoAnna Sylver

Stars in Your Eyes, Kacen Callender [Expected release: Oct 2023]

The Storm Runner, (Series), J. C. Cervantes

Stronger Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Sweetblood, Pete Hautman

Tarnished Are the Stars, Rosiee Thor

The Theft of Sunlight, (Series), Intisar Khanani

Throwaway Girls, Andrea Contos

Top Ten, Katie Cotugno

Torch, Lyn Miller-Lachmann

Treasure, Rebekah Weatherspoon

Turtles All the Way Down, John Green

U-Z:

Unlicensed Delivery, Will Soulsby-McCreath Expected release October 2023

Verona Comics, Jennifer Dugan

Vorkosigan Saga, (Series), Lois McMaster Bujold

We Are the Ants, (Series), Shaun David Hutchinson

The Weight of Our Sky, Hanna Alkaf

Whip, Stir and Serve, Caitlyn Frost and Henry Drake

The Whispering Dark, Kelly Andrew

Wicked Sweet, Chelsea M. Cameron

Wonder, (Series), R. J. Palacio

Wrong to Need You, (Series), Alisha Rai

Ziggy, Stardust and Me, James Brandon

Graphic Novels:

A Quick & Easy Guide to Sex & Disability, (Non-Fiction), A. Andrews

Constellations, Kate Glasheen

Dancing After TEN: a graphic memoir, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Vivian Chong, Georgia Webber

Everything Is an Emergency: An OCD Story in Words Pictures, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Jason Adam Katzenstein

Frankie's World: A Graphic Novel, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The Golden Hour, Niki Smith

Nimona, N. D. Stevenson

The Third Person, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Emma Grove

Magazines and Anthologies:

Artificial Divide, (Anthology), Robert Kingett, Randy Lacey

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #175: Grandmother-nai-Leylit's Cloth of Winds, (Article), R. B. Lemburg

Defying Doomsday, (Anthology), edited by Tsana Dolichva and Holly Kench

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish, (short story) (anthology), Seiko Tanabe

Nothing Without Us, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Nothing Without Us Too, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens, (Anthology), edited by Marieke Nijkamp

Uncanny #24: Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction, (Anthology), edited by: Elsa Sjunneson-Henry, Dominik Parisien et al.

Uncanny #30: Disabled People Destroy Fantasy, (Anthology), edited by: Nicolette Barischoff, Lisa M. Bradley, Katharine Duckett

We Shall Be Monsters, edited by Derek Newman-Stille

Manga:

Perfect World, (Series), Rie Aruga

The Sky is Blue with a Single Cloud, (Short Stories), Kuniko Tsurita

Non-Fiction:

Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education, Jay Timothy Dolmage

A Disability History of the United States, Kim E, Nielsen

The Architecture of Disability: Buildings, Cities, and Landscapes beyond Access, David Gissen

Being Seen: One Deafblind Woman's Fight to End Ableism, Elsa Sjunneson

Black Disability Politics, Sami Schalk

Borderline, Narcissistic, and Schizoid Adaptations: The Pursuit of Love, Admiration, and Safety, Dr. Elinor Greenburg

Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure, Eli Clare

The Cambridge Companion to Literature and Disability, Barker, Clare and Stuart Murray, editors.

The Capacity Contract: Intellectual Disability and the Question of Citizenship, Stacy Clifford Simplican

Capitalism and Disability, Martha Russel

Care work: Dreaming Disability Justice, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Catatonia, Shutdown and Breakdown in Autism: A Psycho-Ecological Approach, Dr Amitta Shah

The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays, Esme Weijun Wang

Crip Kinship, Shayda Kafai

Crip Up the Kitchen: Tools, Tips and Recipes for the Disabled Cook, Jules Sherred

Culture – Theory – Disability: Encounters between Disability Studies and Cultural Studies, Anne Waldschmidt, Hanjo Berressem, Moritz Ingwersen

Decarcerating Disability: Deinstitutionalization and Prison Abolition, Liat Ben-Moshe

Demystifying Disability: What to Know, What to Say, and How to Be an Ally, Emily Ladau

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Disability Pride: Dispatches from a Post-ADA World, Ben Mattlin

Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories From the Twenty-First Century, Alice Wong

Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability and Making Space, Amanda Leduc

Every Cripple a Superhero, Christoph Keller

Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness and Liberation, Eli Clare

Feminist Queer Crip, Alison Kafer

The Future Is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes, and Mourning Songs, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Growing Up Disabled in Australia, Carly Findlay

It's Just Nerves: Notes on a Disability, Kelly Davio

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot

Language Deprivation & Deaf Mental Health, Neil S. Glickman, Wyatte C. Hall

The Minority Body: A Theory of Disability, Elizabeth Barnes

My Body and Other Crumbling Empires: Lessons for Healing in a World That Is Sick, Lyndsey Medford

No Right to Be Idle: The Invention of Disability, 1840s-1930s, Sarah F. Rose

Nothing About Us Without Us: Disability Oppression and Empowerment, James I. Charlton

The Pedagogy of Pathologization Dis/abled Girls of Color in the School-prison Nexus, Subini Ancy Annamma

Physical Disability in British Romantic Literature, Essaka Joshua

QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology, Raymond Luczak, Editor.

The Right to Maim: Debility, Capacity, Disability, Jasbir K. Puar

Sitting Pretty, (memoir), Rebecca Taussig

Sounds Like Home: Growing Up Black & Deaf in the South, Mary Herring Wright

Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms, Ilana Jacqueline

The Things We Don't Say: An Anthology of Chronic Illness Truths, Julie Morgenlender

Uncanny Bodies: Superhero Comics and Disability, Scott T. Smith, José Alaniz 

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman, (memoir), Laura Kate Dale

Unmasking Autism, Devon Price

The War on Disabled People: Capitalism, Welfare and the Making of a Human Catastrophe, Ellen Clifford

We've Got This: Essays by Disabled Parents, Eliza Hull

Year of the Tiger: An Activist's Life, (memoir) (essays) Alice Wong

Picture Books:

A Day With No Words, Tiffany Hammond, Kate Cosgrove-

A Friend for Henry, Jenn Bailey, Mika Song

Ali and the Sea Stars, Ali Stroker, Gillian Reid

All Are Welcome, Alexandra Penfold, Suzanne Kaufman

All the Way to the Top, Annette Bay Pimentel, Jennifer Keelan-Chaffins, Nabi Ali

Can Bears Ski?, Raymond Antrobus, Polly Dunbar

Different -- A Great Thing to Be!, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

Everyone Belongs, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

I Talk Like a River, Jordan Scott, Sydney Smith

Jubilee: The First Therapy Horse and an Olympic Dream, K. T. Johnson, Anabella Ortiz

Just Ask!, Sonia Sotomayor, Rafael López

Kami and the Yaks, Andrea Stenn Stryer, Bert Dodson

My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay, Cari Best, Vanessa Brantley-Newton

Rescue & Jessica: A Life-Changing Friendship, Jessica Kensky, Patrick Downes, Scott Magoon

Sam's Super Seats, Keah Brown, Sharee Miller

Small Knight and the Anxiety Monster, Manka Kasha

We Move Together, Kelly Fritsch, Anne McGuire, Eduardo Trejos

We're Different, We're the Same, and We're All Wonderful!, Bobbi Jane Kates, Joe Mathieu

What Happened to You?, James Catchpole, Karen George

The World Needs More Purple People, Kristen Bell, Benjamin Hart, Daniel Wiseman

You Are Enough: A Book About Inclusion, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

You Are Loved: A Book About Families, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

The You Kind of Kind, Nina West, Hayden Evans

Zoom!, Robert Munsch, Michael Martchenko

Plays:

Peeling, Kate O'Reilly

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11th Doctor x reader x Ganger!Doctor Threesome Smut

this was a request from my ao3

It’s strange, there being two Doctors. One is a Ganger, a clone, the other is the real Doctor.

You really couldn’t tell which was which, that was somewhat alarming.

You kept glancing between the two, trying to find subtle differences to figure out which one was really him.

Your glances came to an end when one of the two went off with Amy and Rory.

“I don’t know.” The Doctor in the room with you chuckles lowly.

You turn your head to him, “Hmm?”

“I don’t know how he can stand to be in the same room as you.” He speaks, walking towards you slowly.

“What does that mean?” You back away from him, until you hit the wall.

He leans down and grabs your chin, making you look at him, “Look at you… So unaware of how much he wants you…”

“What are you talking about?”

His free hand strokes from your lower thigh up to your waist, “You really have no clue, do you?” His eyes darken, slotting his body between your thighs, arms caging you in.

“What are you doing?” You ask fearfully.

“Showing you how he feels about you.” He smirks, leaning in to kiss you.

The door opens, and he pulls away from your face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The Doctor stalks up to his double quickly, pulling him away from you completely, “You may look like me but you sure aren’t me.”

The Ganger smirks, “You’re right, I’m not scared to go after what you want.” He glances at you.

The Doctor’s face pales.

“Doctor, what does he mean?”

He doesn’t answer you, glaring at the Ganger, “She is off limits to you.”

“I think you’re forgetting we’re the same. We have the same face, same thoughts, same urges. And since you won’t tell her, I will…” He trails off, turning to face you, “He fancies you. Can’t stop wondering what it would be like to kiss you. You wouldn’t believe how many times he’s got off to the thought of you coming undone on top of him.”

Your face flushes, snapping your head to look at the Doctor, he looks furious, ready to kill.

He grabs his Ganger by the jacket, pushing him against the wall, “You have no right to say that to her, to tell her that.”

“Well, it’s not like you were ever gonna do it.” He grins, “Besides it’s not like she doesn’t like it.” The Ganger turns the Doctor’s face to look at you.

You are staring at the both of them, wide-eyed and flushed in the face, thighs clenched.

“See the way her thighs clench together?” The Ganger coos, “Imagine the way they’d feel around your head as you—“

The Doctor chokes him, “You do not get to talk about her like that!”

“Why don’t we ask her?” The Ganger hisses out, looking at you, “You like this don’t you darling? Want his hands wrapped around your throat?” His eyes flicker down to your clenched thighs. You rub them together, nodding shyly.

The Doctor stares at you, “D-do you really want that?”

You nod, licking your lips.

He lets go of the Ganger’s throat and walks up to you.

The Doctor strokes his fingers over the column of your throat, watching your pupils dilate and a whimper escape your lips.

The Ganger pushes himself away from the wall and peers at you over the Doctor’s shoulder, “See how good of a girl she is?” He coos, “Why don’t you wrap your hands around her pretty little throat?”

You whimper at his words, the Doctor wraps a hand around your throat, and a breathy moan escapes your lips.

“Hear that? Such a needy little girl, just wants someone to take control and fuck her senseless, huh?”

You nod.

The Doctor’s breath hitches in his throat, his grip tightening on your own.

“See? She needs it, badly. Why don’t you give in for once? Take what you want.” The Ganger whispers into his ear.

You nod along with him, “Please Doctor.”

He swallows, looking into your eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

You sigh against his mouth, reaching your hands up to go through his hair, only to be stopped when a pair of hands pin them above your head.

“Ooh, naughty girl, trying to touch without permission.” The Ganger tuts.

The Doctor breaks the kiss to look at him, “What should we do with her?”

The Ganger ponders something for a moment before a smirk graces his lips, “Spank her.”

The Doctor nods in agreement, letting go of your throat.

The Ganger lets go of your wrists, “Strip.”

You nod, unbuttoning your shorts, and pulling them down. You undo your shoes and pull them off so you can take your shorts off.

The Doctor licks his lips, “Top too.”

You hesitate, the Ganger doesn’t like that.

He stands in front of you and pulls your shirt up, revealing your bare breasts, “Oh? Going without a bra, in front of everyone? How naughty.” He pinches your left nipple, enjoying the yelp you let out, “Now take your panties off too.”

You take your shirt off and slide your underwear down your legs.

The Doctor stares at you, memorizing every inch of bare skin, beckoning you forward with a motion of his hand.

You step towards him, looking up at him through your lashes.

He takes hold of your throat again, pulling your body flush against his, the Ganger comes up from behind and grabs your ass.

You shudder.

“How many spanks should we give her, hmm?” The Ganger asks.

“Ten.” The Doctor answers.

“You heard him, sweetie, now count.” The Ganger smirks, before striking the first time.

“One.” You whimper.

His hands soothe your skin before he spanks you again.

“Two.”

You’re dripping wet by the time it stops.

The Ganger notices, sliding his hand through your folds, sucking the slick off of his fingers, “Divine.”

The Doctor looks at him, “Better than we thought?”

“Much.” The Doctor’s eyes darken, and his free hand slides between your thighs, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing lightly.

You suck in a deep breath.

The Ganger’s hands join in, stroking and caressing your thighs.

The Doctor’s grip tightens around your throat, kissing you roughly.

His thumb rubs harder and rougher against you, two of his fingers delving into your wetness.

You moan into his mouth, he pulls away to look into your eyes.

Your breathing picks up as his fingers thrust in and out.

His eyes bore into yours, bringing you to the edge of orgasm before he stops his movements.

You almost cry, he smirks at you.

The Ganger’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him as the Doctor tightens his grip.

Fingers rub at your clit, and a mouth goes onto your breast, nipping and sucking.

You can feel the coil tightening in your stomach again, you pray to whatever deity is out there to let you cum.

It doesn’t work, the hand pulls away again.

The hand at your throat disappears.

You watch the Doctor kneel in front of you and spread your legs apart, hiking your thighs over his shoulders before he looks up at you with a smirk, “You’re going to be a good girl and cum on my tongue, maybe then I’ll let you cum on my cock.”

With that, he buries his face into your cunt.

He sucks at your clit and thrusts his tongue into your sopping hole.

His fingers soon join his mouth, entering your hole slowly.

You gasp at the feeling.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, slowly at first, but speeding up to match with the movements of his tongue.

A coil of pleasure starts to tighten in the pit of your stomach, you pant loudly.

“Doctor!” You moan out, going to grab at his hair only for your arms to be restrained by the Ganger.

“What did I say about touching without permission?”

“I’m sorry, please let me touch!” You whimper.

Your hips buck against the Doctor’s face as you chase your orgasm.

“Hmm…” The Ganger thinks for a moment, “No.”

You whine, “I’m so close.”

“Oh, are you?”

You nod.

“Beg.”

“Doctor, please let me cum, I’ll be a good girl I promise! I need it so bad!” You nearly scream.

His ministrations speed up, and his eyes bore into yours.

“Then cum. Cum for us.” The Ganger orders, pinching your nipples.

You do, crying out as your walls tighten around the Doctors’ fingers, body writhing at the intensity.

The Doctors fingers fuck you through your orgasm, until you try and squirm away from him.

He stops, letting your legs drop from his shoulders, and standing up.

The Ganger lets go of your arms and you slump to the floor.

You get on your knees and a hand grips your face.

“We’re not done with you yet.” The Ganger smirks, undoing his pants with one hand.

You whimper, pressing your thighs together.

The Doctor pulls you up, already naked.

He spreads your thighs apart and hooks his arms under your knees.

His hard length is resting against your cunt.

The Ganger grabs his own length, pumping slowly as he walks up to you.

He shares a look with the Doctor, smirking.

The Doctor guides his cock to your hole, just the tip resting inside.

The Ganger presses his cock to your hole as well, and together they push inside.

You cry out, trying to escape their grasp only for the Ganger to wrap his hand around your throat.

“Such a tight cunt, it can barely fit both of us.” The Ganger bucks his hips slightly, causing you to let out a sob, “Does it hurt?”

You nod, tears brimming your eyes.

He pouts before smirking, grip tightening on your throat, “Too bad.”

The two bully their way into your pussy, until they both bottom out.

Tears escape your eyes at the intensity.

“Feel that?” The Ganger asks, caressing your lower stomach, where a bulge resides, “That’s us. We’re up in your tummy.” He presses down on your stomach, and you moan.

The Ganger’s hands slide down to your hips, gripping the flesh roughly, “Get ready, we’re about to ruin you for anyone else.”

And with that, the two begin to thrust in and out of your cunt.

The fullness feels so good, you almost start to drool.

The Doctor gets your attention by kissing you. His fingers intertwine with yours.

His thrusts are slower, more drawn out than the Ganger’s but just as desperate. He’s holding back, is it because he hopes this will happen again when the adventure ends? You hope the same.

A mouth latches onto your shoulder and bites down. You moan into the Doctor’s mouth, clenching around their cocks.

You can feel both of them shudder at the feeling.

The thrusting speeds up greatly.

“God, she feels so good.” The Ganger grunts, “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The Doctor pulls away from your lips, “I think she’s close.”

The Ganger smirks, “Gonna cum, huh?”

You nod, whining, “Please.”

“Good, we’re gonna fill you with our cum. Put a baby in you, make you nice and round with our child.” The Doctor groans, his thrusts getting rougher.

You clench around them, moaning.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” The Ganger asks, “Getting a baby fucked into you?” His hand finds your clit, rubbing circles into it.

The Doctor’s rhythm falters slightly, you can tell he’s close.

Your moans increase in pitch as they slow their thrusting, shooting straight into your womb.

Your pussy spasms, walls clenching and unclenching as you reach your orgasm, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Good girl.” The Ganger groans, “Fuck! Taking all our cum like a good little girl.”

Their hips slow to a stop as your head lays on the Doctor’s shoulder.

The Doctor’s arms wrap around your waist as he and the Ganger pull out.

Your feet touch the ground, your legs like jelly. Your hands grab the Doctor’s shoulders.

One of his hands holds your head up and he looks at you, “You did wonderful, darling.” 

A mouth presses against your back, kissing the skin softly, “Such a good girl for us.”

[yan-randomfandom]

MASTERLIST I

Part 1: 8/17/2024 — ...

Click on Keep Reading to see the list of everything I've done under their respective media!

STATUS: FIXED!

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Extra Deets for Me: Account made during FOPANW/TBOB era. Secret Alliance× → GIFfany themes → I Love Amy× → Arcane.

Unless stated otherwise, the Reader is Gender Neutral (GN).

DICTIONARY:

Y - Yandere

P - Platonic (friendly/familial obsession)

H - Headcanons

SS - Short Story

D - Drabble

C - Crumbs (aka draft, discussion)

F - Female

ANOTHER NOTE: Please tell me if a link isn't working..... sniff

Gravity Falls

Y!Stanley Pines x Reader H. [1st post on everything]

Wendy Corduroy x Reader SS.

Y!Stanford Pines x Doctor!Reader SS.

1: P!Y!Stanford Pines & Teen!Reader SS.

2: P!Y!Pines Family x Teen!Reader SS.

Y!Stanford Gleeful x Reader SS. AU-Reverse Falls

Thief!Stanley Pines x Reader D.

Bill Cipher x F!Reader [Don't click. Not worth it]

Y!Stanford Pines x Reader SS.

Theraprism!Bill Cipher & GOLB!Reader SS.

Sailor!Stanley Pines x Reader D.

Y!Stanford Pines x Godling!Reader SS.

Kid!Stanley Pines & Kid!Reader SS.

Old Man McGucket x Reader SS.

Stanley Pines x Rich!Reader SS.

Y!Stanford Pines x Borrower!Reader SS.

Y!Robot!Grunkle x Researcher!Reader SS.

.GIFfany x Game dev!Reader SS.

The Fairly Oddparents: (A New Wish)

1: Semi-Y!Peri x Human!Reader SS.

2: Peri x Human!Reader SS.

3: Y!Peri x Human!Reader SS.

Dating Headcanons: Peri x Reader H.

Y!Dale Dimmadome x Reader SS.

[OG] Y!Cupid x Human!Reader SS.

P!Y!Dev Dimmadome & Reader SS. & H.

P!Y!Dev Dimmadome & Dale Dimmadome C.

Y!Irep x Human!Reader H. & SS.

Peri & Godkid!Reader SS.

Tinkerbell

Y!Nyx x Reader H.

Cars

Finn McMissile x Singer!Reader SS.

Arcane

Y!Ekko x Reader H.

1: Y!Viktor x Mage!Reader SS.

2: Y!Viktor x Mage!Reader C.

Y!Jinx x Reader H.

Jinx, Caitlyn, Maddie x Creative!F!Reader H.

Viktor x Younger!Reader Reddit Post C.

Jinx x Thief!Flirty!Reader SS.

Minecraft Story Mode

1: Y!Jesse!Romeo x Architect!Reader SS.

2: Y!Romeo x Reader SS.

Y!Aiden x Pro!Reader SS.

Honoring Stanley for being my first muse 🫡

[periwinklefox13]

Hello, welcome to my blog!

Im Periwinkle13 but you can call me Periwinkle, Peri, Wink, or any nicknames you can try and make up!

My pronouns are she/they, but I don't mind which one you use, if you don't know which set I feel comfortable with you can always ask!

The fandoms I'm in are Warrior Cats, Doctor Who, Broadchurch, Cattails, SJA, Hazbin Hotel, TADC, LSOH, Torchwood, and Ride the Cyclone!

My DMs are open, no NSFW stuff though. I also won't accept commissions (goes both ways).

Emoji anons/nonnies || 🦈

DNI list:

Homophobic/Anti-LGBTIA+

Racist

Ableist

Sexist/Misogynist

Ace-Exclusionist

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I have a Fanfiction blog for cringy fanfic: @winkcats-world

I also have an Askblog for my OCs: @thegirlfriendsofuraniumcity

I'm also secretary of the State of the Zolarian Cult

I ship:

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Whoniverse:

Janto (Jack x Ianto from Torchwood)

Towen (Toshiko x Owen from Torchwood)

Thasmin (Thirteen x Yaz from Doctor Who)

/P The ponds (Rory x Amy from Doctor Who)

Tenrose (Tenth Doctor x Rose Tyler)

Ninerose (Ninth Doctor x Rose Tyler)

Yowzah/twiver (Eleventh x River/Twelve x River)

Space wives (River x Thirteen)

Twissy ( Twelve x Missy)

Thrissy/missteen (Thirteen x Missy)

Tenjack/ninejack (Ten x Jack/Nine x Jack)

Doctorjackrose (Doctor x Jack x Rose)

Thoschei (Doctor x Master)

The lesbians of Doctor who (Bill x Heather and Vastra x Jenny)

Dndoctor/timerogue (fifteenth Doctor x Rogue)

Roguekiss (Rogue x Jack)

Roguecoffee (I CAME UP WITH THIS ONE) (Rogue x Jack)

Roguecoffeekiss (I CAME UP WITH THIS ONE) (Rogue x Ianto x Jack)

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Helluverse:

Chaggie (Charlie x Vaggie)

Huskerdust (Husk x Angel)

Cherrisnake (Cherri bomb x Pentinous)

EX Fallen wings ( ex girlfriend Lute x Vaggie)

Guitarspear (Adam x Lute)

/P Radiorose ( platonic Alastor x Rosie)

Stolitz (Stolas x Blitz)

Fizzmodeus (Fizzarolli x Asmodeus)

M&M (Millie x Moxie)

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Ride the Cyclone:

Nischa (Noel x Misha)

Perfectsugar (Ocean x Constance)

Flowerrap (Taila x Misha)

Spacedolls (Ricky x Jane Doe)

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My favorite songs:

P.U.N.K girl (Heavenly)

Rodeo town and Superpowerless (The Kills)

Trapdoor (twenty one pilots)

One of us, Gimme gimme gimme, Angel Eyes, Winner Takes it all (ABBA)

[sofya-fanfics]

Te revoir une dernière fois

Fandom : Doctor Who

Relationship : Eleven x Rose

Voici ma participation pour le Aug-kissed 2024 pour le prompt : Un baiser sur la main.

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : « Je suis fier de toi Rose Tyler. Je sais que tu feras des choses extraordinaires. -J’ai l’impression que vous êtes en train de me dire adieu. »

Il lui prit la main et la porta à ses lèvres.

« Tout ira bien Rose. Je te le promets. »

Il ferma les yeux, essayant de profiter de ces derniers instants avec elle.

Disclaimer : Doctor Who est une série de la BBC.

@aug-kissed

AO3 / FF.NET

Le docteur et Clara se dirigèrent vers le TARDIS. Ils venaient d'empêcher une invasion de Sontariens. Le docteur croyait bien qu'ils ne s'en sortiraient pas, mais heureusement le pire avait été évité et la Terre et ses habitants avaient été sauvés. Ils tournèrent au coin d'une rue, lorsque le Docteur entendit au loin :

« John ! »

Il se figea. Il reconnaissait cette voix. Même s’il ne l’avait pas entendu depuis des siècles, il savait qui venait de l’appeler. Alors que le nom de John Smith était le nom qu’il donnait lorsqu’il en avait besoin, une seule personne l’appelait ainsi sous cette forme. Clara se tourna vers lui et le regarda avec inquiétude.

« Docteur ? Tout va bien ?

-Tout va bien. Je vous retrouve au TARDIS. »

Clara acquiesça. Elle voyait bien qu’il se passait quelque chose. Mais si le Docteur ne voulait rien lui dire, elle n’allait pas le forcer. Elle continua son chemin vers le TARDIS, laissant le Docteur seul. Celui-ci prit une profonde inspiration et se retourna. Il sourit jusqu’aux oreilles, mais il espérait que son regard n’exprime pas la tristesse qu’il pouvait ressentir à cet instant.

« Rose Tyler ! S’exprima-t-il joyeusement. Mon élève préférée ! »

Il y a bien longtemps, il était devenu professeur particulier et il aidait Rose à faire ses devoirs lorsqu’elle était entrée au lycée. Il avait essayé de passer le plus de temps possible avec elle, mais il savait que cela ne pouvait pas durer. Alors un jour, il lui avait dit qu’il devait partir à l’étranger pendant un long moment et il était sorti de sa vie. Pour lui, tout cela c’était passé il y a plusieurs siècles. Pour Rose, cela devait faire à peine deux ans.

« Depuis quand êtes-vous revenu ? Demanda-t-elle. »

Elle avait un immense sourire aux lèvres, heureuse de le revoir après tout ce temps.

« Depuis peu, répondit rapidement le Docteur. Je ne suis que de passage, je dois repartir. »

Rose avait l’air à la fois déçue et triste. Le Docteur avait toujours détesté la voir ainsi. Il changea de sujet. Il voulait savoir où il se trouvait dans sa ligne temporelle. Est-ce qu'elle l'avait déjà rencontré, où devrait-il dire, a-t-elle rencontré une de ses anciennes régénérations ?

« Dis-moi, que deviens-tu ? Je veux tout savoir. »

Elle détourna légèrement le regard, gênée.

« À vrai dire, peu de temps après votre départ, j’ai arrêté le lycée. »

Elle ne voulait pas voir la déception sur son visage. Il n'arrêtait pas de lui répéter à quel point elle était intelligente et la première chose qu'elle avait fait après son départ était de se mettre en couple avec Jimmy Stone et d'arrêter le lycée. Le docteur prit son visage entre ses mains et la regarda droit dans les yeux.

« Rose, n'oublie pas ce que je te disais. Tu es intelligente et fantastique. N’en doute jamais. »

Un immense sourire illumina le visage de Rose.

« Quoi ? Demanda le Docteur.

-C’est juste que lorsque vous avez dit que j’étais fantastique, ça m’a fait penser à mon nouvel ami.

-Vraiment ? Dit-il en souriant à son tour. »

Rose acquiesça.

« Je l’ai rencontré... »

Elle se tut quelques secondes, cherchant ses mots.

« Au travail, finit-elle par dire. Cela fait peu de temps que l’on voyage ensemble.

-Vraiment ? Répéta le Docteur, en souriant de plus en plus. »

Rose ne put s’empêcher de rire.

« Vraiment. »

Le Docteur savait où il se trouvait dans la ligne temporelle de Rose. Ils venaient de se rencontrer, alors qu’il avait de grandes oreilles et portait un blouson en cuir.

« Je suis fier de toi Rose Tyler. Je sais que tu feras des choses extraordinaires.

-J’ai l’impression que vous êtes en train de me dire adieu. »

Il lui prit la main et la porta à ses lèvres.

« Tout ira bien Rose. Je te le promets. »

Il ferma les yeux, essayant de profiter de ces derniers instants avec elle.

« Je vais devoir partir et je suis sûr que ton ami t’attend.

-Est-ce que l’on se reverra ?

-Peut-être. »

Il lui mentait. Il ne devait plus la revoir, sinon il risquerait de changer quelque chose. Pourtant, cela lui serait tellement facile de tout changer pour que Rose reste auprès de lui. Pour toujours. Mais il ne devait pas. Il lui embrassa une dernière fois la main et la lâcha. Il recula doucement.

« Au revoir Rose Tyler.

-Au revoir John. »

Le Docteur s’éloigna. Il se retint de toutes ses forces pour ne pas se retourner et demander à Rose de partir avec lui. Il regarda au loin et vie sa précédente régénération. Celui-ci le regardait, surpris. Il l’avait reconnu. Le Docteur se souvint de ce moment. Il lui fit un clin d’œil et continua son chemin vers le TARDIS. Il devait continuer à avancer sans jamais s’arrêter, comme il l’avait toujours fait. Et il avait un autre mystère à résoudre. Découvrir qui était Clara. Il entra dans le TARDIS et programma une nouvelle destination pour lui et la fille impossible.

Fin

[herestoimagination]

Well, listen to me, Doctor. We can't be like him. We have to be better than him.

[hoe4hotchner]

Chapter 6 - Exasperated

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an upper-class residential Virginian neighborhood, monogamous values rarely get broken. A dangerous serial killer chooses to lay into dormancy exactly there for the next five years with his latest victim. Or for as long as it takes to catch him. Two highly trained and widely different agents go undercover, posing as a married couple to scope him out and make the arrest. They’ll be nothing more than professional for months, working under the same roof.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Kissing, spit kink, oral m. receiving, degrading, name calling, kind of non-con, p in the v, praise kink, hate fucking, multiple orgasms, Sir kink, Dom/sub. 

A/N: I think we all needed for this chapter to happen :))

Masterlist

Gif credit: @ropoto​

You hadn’t seen Aaron in a while. He had cooped himself up, upstairs, trying to deal with the aftermath of the Reid disaster that had rolled over your little “family” two days ago. He had desperately been trying to fix everything, make sure that Mrs. Appleton, a few houses down, didn’t reveal anything in the time before she had been made to leave for her “holiday” with her husband. It had been the worst possible thing that could happen, but luckily, you’d caught it in time, and luckily, she hadn’t mouthed off to the rest of the neighborhood about the doctor and who he really was.

Sitting on the couch, you were reading one of the many books stuffed inside the shelves around the house. If you were to guess, they were all from charity shops because no one in their right mind would go out and buy this man new copies for a mission, especially not when two overachievers and overworked agents were on the case. You didn’t have time to indulge in leisure reading usually. But now, now it was a different side of the story. Now, you needed to lay low for a couple of days. Needed to figure out what to do and what not to do. If something had slipped in the heat of the moment, or you’d managed to stay hidden within the identities of Nick and Amy.

The book was boring, to the point where Reid probably wouldn’t even read it, although the genius devoured all sorts of information and literature that he could get his hands on. He was like a sponge when it came to knowledge. Absorbing every single little detail that he found, even between the lines. With a long groan, you flicked the book down beside you on the couch, losing your page. It wasn’t like you cared about it anyway. You hated how slow things were moving right now, hated to be in the unknown, while Aaron barked away upstairs, hoping to get the results that he needed and knew that this case was in dire need of.

Trying to flip through the channels on the television, you quickly realized that nothing but trashy reruns of the same two reality shows, and soap operas were shown at this hour of the day. You could’ve told yourself that, if you’d just been thinking, instead of waiting. Knowing for a fact that it would be flat-out stupid to go and pester one of your neighbors right now. You sat in silence, barely thinking anything as you zoned out on a flower vase standing on the opposite side of the room. You didn’t even hear Aaron coming back downstairs again, at least not until he was standing over you. His features contorted in an angry scowl and arms crossed aggressively tight under his pectorals, pushing them up slightly while he waited for you to register his presence.

“What’s up?” Snapping out of your trance, you couldn’t help but feel just how hard his stare was, leaving you a slight bit uncomfortable under the given circumstances. It was like he didn’t hear you. Like it was his turn to zone out and leave you confused as to what he wanted. Opening your mouth, you began to ask him again.

“No, I heard you perfectly fine the first time!” He snapped. The harsh tint of annoyance was evident in his voice as he pinched his chin between the pads of his calloused and long digits. His arms were still crossed. It was like he was trying to steady himself. To stay calm and not blow up on you, but for what? You had no idea why he seemed so filled with rage this time around. For once, you hadn’t done anything to spark the raging flame within him. You hadn’t even poured gasoline over it, yet. Nothing should’ve made him as mad at you as he appeared right now. Somehow, it scared you, not that you’d let it show, but you’d never seen him this angry before, and you didn’t like it. Not one bit. 

“What’s your problem, Aaron! I haven’t even done anything!” You snapped back, spitting his name back at him with so much venom that even Hotch was taken back by your reaction, but much like you, he didn’t let it show. You stood up. Your faces were dangerously close to touching as you tried to square up with the much bigger unit chief in front of you.

“Haven’t done anything! Haven’t done anything!” He laughed to himself. His tone was condescending, dark even. You noticed how his pupils had darkened, leaving you to hope that yours either had too or soon would do the same, making you stand a chance in this argument. Your confusion definitely wasn’t an advantage this time around. “Wasn’t it YOU, who decided to bring Reid in? You who risked the whole mission by doing so. YOU, who’s at fault for this big dumpster fire of a mess that we’re in?” Aaron poked his finger against your chest, making you step to the side, but he followed. He always did when you argued. His teeth were bared, like a ferocious wolf closing in on its prey, as he growled down at you. You furrowed your brows in anger, after rolling your eyes at his statement and had crossed your arms.

“Me! Really, Aaron! The last time I recalled what happened, it wasn’t my fucking idea to put Spence in right now. It was Cruz’s. I don’t know how far up his ASS you are for blaming all of this on me, but it must be pretty far up. Somewhere where the light and sounds can’t penetrate cause you’re wearing your blinders and can’t see anything except for yourself. YOU Asshole!” You screamed back at him, trying to appear taller and more protruding as you got your frustrations out. Aaron’s eyes widened as he heard your words. You could tell that by now, the whole fuel tank had been dumped into his flame, leaving him angrier than he had ever been at you. For a moment’s time, you existed in each other’s spaces, his chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath that he took. You were sure that if he could, smoke would be seeping out of his nostrils at how angry you’d made him. Like a bull waiting to ram its horns into the stomach of the taunting matador, waving the red cape in front of its face, ready to make the kill.

“At least I know how to listen to my boss! It’s not like you understand where your place is on this team. How easily I could ruin your career, damage your reputation so much so that you’d have trouble even finding a job as a dingy gas station employee. Do you realize that, huh?!” He poked your chest once more, really sending you fuming at his words. But you didn’t want him to win, to gain the satisfaction of knowing that you were scared that that exact thing would happen. That everything you’d ever worked for, could be taken away from you in a heartbeat.

“Fuck you! And fuck your ego, Hotchner! You’ll never find real love again, enjoy your dead wife!” You snapped, knowing that you’d crossed a line as the words fell from your mouth. Trying not to react, you turned away, starting to separate the space between the two of you.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Aaron gripped your wrist, holding it with a bruisingly tight grip as he pulled you back and held you against his chest. You were struggling to get out of his strong grasp as he wrapped his arm around you, trapping both of your wrists in one of his large hands. His other hand pinched your cheeks as he held your head in place, making your lips jut out in a pout. He tipped your head back, forcing you to look into his burning stare, feeling the dominance radiating off of him like the rays of the sun on a hot summer day. “I’ve had ENOUGH of YOU and your DISOBEDIENCE towards me, BRAT! Maybe it’s time that I ought to show you who’s really the boss around here!” He growled, spinning you around and slamming you against the nearest wall. His arms quickly caged you in, making it impossible for you to escape him. His lips crashed onto yours, forcefully pushing his tongue past your slightly ajar lips winning the fight for dominance before you’d even registered what was going on in your brain. It had already started to cloud over from his scent, from the pure arousal you felt in the spur of the moment. You let yourself melt into his kiss, moving along with his pace in a synchronized flow as your tongues moved around each other, licking, poking, exploring every little nook and cranny inside the caverns of your mouths. It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed before, but this time, this time, it was different on so many levels. This time, you weren’t playing a role. This time everything was purely Aaron and (Y/N). 

You felt how his beard rubbed against your cheeks, scratching it, making it itch with anticipation. You loved the way that it looked on him, loved how he hadn’t bothered to shave it off for the past week, knowing that he didn’t have to uphold the professionalism that came with being the unit chief of the BAU within the walls of the Emerald Hills. It was like a haven, a fucked up and a racist haven where you, despite your neighbors and their rude and unintelligent prejudice, could finally relax into yourselves and ignore all of your responsibilities.

Pulling away, Aaron’s hand once again gripped your chin, just as harshly as before. Left stunned by the kiss, your mouth only opened more as he put pressure on the skin around it. You didn’t know what he was waiting for as you stood in silence, feeling the way that his finger’s unyielding pressure was starting to ache in your jaw. That was when it hit you. The gob of his spit landing on your tongue caught you by surprise, but God did it feel hot.

“You better be a good girl and swallow, don’t want to add on a punishment, now do you?” He raised a brow, watching as you struggled to swallow his saliva with your mouth held wide open by his hand. When you managed to, he pressed your lips together again, grinding his clothed cock against your body, making you feel just how hard Aaron had gotten. During the kiss, he started pushing you down to the ground with his weight. Kneeling on the floor below him, Aaron tangled a hand in your hair, firmly holding you in place as he undid his belt. You heard the metallic “clank” of it hitting the floor behind him while he struggled to pull his pants off with one hand. Free of its prison. Aaron’s cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. The angry head, leaking with his precum. You couldn’t help but lick your lips. A small whine left your throat in doing so. It was pathetic really, the way that this was your boss. 

“Look at you! Such a needy little thing! I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already begging for my cock like the dirty little slut that you are!” He smirked, his words not even penetrating the drums of your ears, only bouncing off of you as you looked up at him through wide doe-like eyes. His gaze was hungry as he saw just how desperate you looked, how desperate he was getting himself as well. Aaron pulled your head back by your hair, your eyes catching each other. With his cock held loosely in his other fist, he slapped it against your cheek, making you flinch in surprise at the gesture.

“You gonna be a good girl, huh? Gonna do as I say? Or are you going to continue being the biggest brat in existence? Maybe I should throw you over my knees. Would that do the trick? Make you behave?” He cooed down at you, fake pity in his voice as he noticed the way you shifted on your knees, wanting nothing more than to sink down on his erection in a sloppy mess of tears, cum, and spit covering it. You had never seen nor taken anyone this big before, fully figuring out that he would have to push past your gag reflex if he wanted you to go balls deep.

“Please!” You begged, whining up at him, trying to get yourself out of his locking grip around your head, even trying to stick your tongue out to lick at the tip, pleasure him through the slit. You wanted a taste and desperately at that.

“Please, what?” He corrected, only tightening his hold on you, making you yelp out in shock.

“Please, Sir.” You breathed out, hoping that it would satisfy him. Something within Aaron snapped, hearing those words fall from your mouth in such a whiny and pathetic tone. He took a step closer, breaking the seal of your lips as he pushed past them. He didn’t move, letting you do all the work. Moving back, you swirled your tongue around his head, licking long and wet stripes up his slit and collecting the precum on your tongue. He tasted heavenly, the musky salty taste melting on your tongue as you rolled your eyes back in pleasure. Hollowing your cheeks, you slowly started bopping your head in a teasingly slow rhythm, already feeling him hit the back of your throat halfway down his shaft. It didn’t help that the man was girthy. You could already feel the tingle of your gag reflex as he pushed himself deeper and deeper down your throat. The moans falling from his mouth were like angel messengers sent from God with songs of glee. You couldn’t help but hum around his length, sending sparks of pleasure through him like vibrations.

Aaron couldn’t take it anymore. His grip once again tightened as he started bucking his hips, forcefully fucking your throat. You tried to follow his movements. To do some work yourself, but all it ended up doing was make saliva drip down your chin in a drooling mess as it landed in a puddle on the floor.

“Such a good fucking hole. Should’ve shut you up a long time ago. Never knew it would be this easy. Yeah? Just a pathetic little cock slut. Bet you've been thinking about this before.” He growled through gritted teeth. You felt how his cock started twitching against your tongue, telling you that he was getting closer and closer to his release. You felt how his veins tickled against the muscle, almost as if you were tracing them with it. With a few sloppy thrusts, he let his seed spew into your mouth with a grunt before pulling out of you. You looked up at him through clouded eyes, trying to stand up and go clean yourself up.

“Oh, no! I’m not done with you, yet!” He growled, dragging you up the stairs and into the bedroom. His large frame was towering over you as he fumbled with the buttons of your blouse. Impatience took over him, ripping the material from your body, revealing your bra-covered bosom. With a skillful hand, he made haste work of unclasping it and freeing your tits for his viewing. Aaron’s fingers enclosed around one of the buds, pinching it, rolling it, drawing wanton moans from your throat. His other hand was working on your skirt. Yanking on it to get you out of it along with your panties. Aaron pushed you onto the bed, ridding himself of his own shirt before crawling on top of you.

“You’ll be thankful if you’re still able to walk when I’m done with you.” Aaron locked his lips down on a spot on your neck, teeth grazing, nipping, licking, and suckling on it. His stubble scratched at the irritated spot, only sparking you on. It was deliciously hot the way he was treating you, making you whimper out a pleasured moan. Pushing his cock through your folds, he teased you, much like you’d done to him, attempting to make you more desperate for him, cloud your vision with him. Make you belong to him, ruin you for anyone else. 

Aligning his cock with your soaked entrance, he pushed into you in one swift buck of his hips, bottoming out with a groan.

“God, you’re a tight one, ‘s like you were made for me!” He growls, picking up the speed of his thrusts as he rams into you. Aaron’s stamina came to his advantage as the sound of skin against skin was the only thing to be heard through your room, mixing with your breathy moans and screamed out pleas for him to let you cum. Which he did. 

For a moment, you thought he was done with you, pulling out to let you catch your breath, but you were wrong. So, so wrong. Aaron’s fingers burned against your skin as he grabbed your hips and flipped you over on your stomach, sure to leave bruises in the morning. He quickly stuffed a pillow under you, lifting your hips into position before he got behind you. You were already drunk on his cock, barely registering his movements until you felt the tip press against your seeping cunt once again. He snaked his arms around your middle, his hands moving up to grope at your chest, rolling your nipples to stimulate you. His hips snapped against yours, drawing you closer and closer to another orgasm. Your mewls of pleasure spilling into the air around you, still trying not to let him win, but that race had been long lost. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he let the spongy head of his cock brush against your spot with every single stroke of his cock against your velvety walls.

“You gonna be a good girl from now on?!” He barked at you, feeling your walls starting to flutter around him. Aaron picked up his speed, fucking harder and rougher into you than he had done already.

“Mhm!” You managed to get out, afraid that your words would disappear if you tried to get a fully constructed sentence out of your mouth.

“What was that?” He stilled. You whined in protest. “If you’re not gonna behave. You’re not getting to cum.” He shrugged pulling out of you slowly.

“NO! Please, please, Sir! I’ll behave. Be a good girl, for you sir. Please let me cum!” You begged in desperation, feeling your submissive state of mind having control over your body. Aaron would’ve loved to have recorded your pleas for his cock. Satisfied with your reaction, he pushed back inside of you, working you over the edge as he let you cum for the second time that night. You knew that all of your pleasure was a result of his allowance. How he could’ve easily overpowered you and taken what he wanted, leaving you needy and confused. Aaron coaxed you through your high, quickly following suit and climaxing himself. You were thoroughly spent, as he guided you on your back once again.

Aaron left the bedroom for a moment. The sound of the tap running caught your ears before he returned covered with a pair of boxers. He gently leaned down between your thighs, cleaning you up from the mixture of your cum leaking out of your abused hole. He smirked to himself at the number he had done on you, seeing the way that your thighs trembled. You hissed as the cool clothe moved over your swollen clit.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, not wanting you to catch it, but you did. It was sweet, how he cared, how he made sure you were fine. Aaron helped you into a fresh pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt, which you believed to be from his side of the closet, before lifting you out of the bed. He sat you on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, starting to pull the sheets off to change them. He knew that none of you would get it done in the morning if it didn’t get done now. And frankly, he was the only one of you strong enough and aware enough in the moment to get it done.

Leaving you once again, he returned with a glass of water and a small wrapped-up packet of something. Your eyes followed him, pupils dilated as you floated around in a blissful state of mind. He put it down on the nightstand before moving you back into the bed. With a few last pulls of your body to position you against his chest, he had you wrapped under his arm, seeing how heavy your lids were already getting from the abusing pleasure you had received.

“Here drink this.” He coaxed, tipping the glass of cold water against your lips in an attempt to get you to drink the liquid. He knew how important it was to get you hydrated, knowing how much water could leave your body during a few rounds of satisfaction like this. When he was pleased with the few sips you managed to take, he broke off a piece of the granola bar he had brought, making you munch on it. He found it cute how you didn’t have any strength left to take it, letting him hand feed you as if you were a stray pet he had found out on the streets. You hummed in approval at the tasty snack, lids unable to flutter open again.

“Good girl! Go to sleep.” He cooed, knowing that you probably needed to hear at least some sort of praise before falling asleep after how hard he had treated you. How hard he had spoken to you. Aaron scratched the back of your neck until he felt you go completely limp in his arms, hoping that the two of you would start getting along better now that some of the sexual tension had been pushed out of your strained relationship with each other.

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[camcorderrevival]

TELL ME ABOUT AMY POND AND VAMPIRISM AND DON'T HOLD BACK (I have yet to answer one of your Amy x Dracula asks so I'm hyped about that too!!!!)

OK!!! AMY + VAMPIRISM (or, more accurately, vampiric traits)!!!!

taking this FAR too seriously and breaking out the various essays+articles about vampirism to make this post!!! and I imagine it will be egregiously long but heyho!!!

Paul Barber outlines four different ways a person can become a vampire in Vampires, Burial, and Death: Folklore and Reality:

Amy definitely fits into these categories:

Predisposition - "people who are different, unpopular, or great sinners are apt to return from the dead. (P. Barber)" "one universally recognised member of this category would be the suicide. (J.A Thilmany)" - Amy, the local mad girl, who both hints at suicidal thoughts during her time as companion ("Listen to me. I understand. Really, I do.") and actually commits suicide, on various occasions (Amy's Choice, The Girl Who Waited, The Angels Take Manhattan) AND comes back from the dead in some form or another on those occasions and others....if anyone matches the description of those predisposed to vampirism, it's her.

Predestination - "frequently people become revenants through no fault of their own" "a revenant is born with two hearts, one of which is dedicated to the destruction of humanity." (P. Barber) - those predestined to become vampiric are often people who come from "abnormal" parentage, Amy's parents Do Not exist when we first meet her. And, even when they have been brought back, they only show up in part of one episode before becoming non-entities again (it's a flaw in the writing more than anything else but it still emphasises her "abnormal parentage"). "a revenant is bloody and blood is red; redness, therefore, must predispose toward vampirism." (P. Barber) - The redness is an obvious link: red hair, red clothes, the red houses, the apple....she's red.

Events - "people become vampires by being bitten by one." (P. Barber) - She's bitten by a Saturnyne Vampire in The Vampires of Venice.

Nonevents - "Lack of burial is itself, then, a sufficient reason for murder victims and suicides to become revenants" "another common explanation for their transformation is that they have not lived out their allotted span of life." - In most of Amy's deaths, she goes unburied. Again, this is usually because she's due to be revived but that only really emphasises the connection. In the one case where she is buried, TATM, she's a victim of the Weeping Angels; their whole thing is feeding off the potential life that their prey leaves behind, the life unlived, thus, she does not live out her allotted span of life.

So, Amy fulfils each category of the causes of Vampirism.

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She also displays various "vampiric traits" - the main one being the idea that those afflicted with vampirism become locked in one phase of their life/body, never able to grow up past the point of their turning. Similarly, Amy never quite moves past her garden, her waiting. A big component of her character is that she can't let go of the Doctor + her childhood. Though the writers claim she does, they never go past just saying it, we're given very little reason for her abandoning her faith in the Doctor. In fact, they often emphasise the opposite (the shot of her waiting at a window at the end of The God Complex, the S7 promo where she's pictured waiting at a phone for the doctor to call, "is it bad that I've really missed this?" in AoTD, "I can't not wait for you." in DoaS.). It's arguable that she remains trapped in this phase of waiting/hoping for 11's return up until her death. Even in some of TATM's deleted dialogue, she expresses a worry that he'll stop coming back for her out of boredom. Just as a vampire is stuck in the body that they had at the time of their turning - Amy is stuck waiting for the Doctor for her entire run as companion.

 Another of her vampiric traits is summed up by J.A Thilmany in “Draining life forces: Vampirism in Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights”:

 Amy’s last proper appearance on the show takes place inside the TARDIS, though she dies outside of it. She returns to her home as a ghost, or a daydream.  A slightly different take on the above trend is presented by Nina Auerbach in “Our Vampires, Ourselves”:

 The “confined space” in Amy’s story is the garden that she constantly returns to. It ties in with her vampiric inability to move on/grow up as the garden is the home of her waiting. She can’t escape “the girl who waited”, because she often doesn’t try to - instead choosing to return to the garden (as she does in TGWW).

 Returning to her final scene on the show, her appearance right at the end of 11′s life presents another vampiric trait. The scene echoes one from TATM where Amy is present for an older Rory’s death, holding his hand as he dies.  In both instances, Amy is the figure marking the death of one of her loved ones, mirroring this trait referenced by Barber:

And again by Thilmany:

 Amy’s presence in both scenes is presented as the thing allowing Rory and 11 to pass on. They see her again, meaning they can die somewhat peacefully. Obviously, this isn’t a feeding as presented by the two extracts above but the scenes present something equivalent to that.

 Another feature of final the scene that presents a vampiric trait is the fact that it’s not actually Amy, the figure is strongly implied to be a figment of 11′s imagination. This mimics another idea outlined by Barber:

 Amy is still buried in New York, but an apparition of her is in the TARDIS performing her equivalent to feeding.

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 Having outlined how Amy fulfils both the causes of vampirism + the traits of traditional vampires, the last thing to talk about is the transformation that is characteristic of vampire mythology, particularly the transformation presented alongside women vampires.

 As most of Amy’s vampiric traits link back to the Doctor, it makes sense to argue that his introduction into her life is what marks her “turning”.

 When 11 meets her, she’s a child, and so she’s “pure” and “virtuous”. She’s the fairytale girl. She’s not entirely “perfect” and she presents the traits of those predisposed to vampirism: she’s from abnormal parentage/familial history (”I don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt.”), she’s othered + different to the residents of Leadworth (”the Scottish girl in the English village”) and she presents a connection to supernatural (or preternatural) forces (”at night there's voices”).

 So, she enters the story as the fairytale girl, predisposed to the vampiric condition. The Doctor makes a promise and then he leaves, having set the change in motion.

 The next time we see Amy, she’s become the corruption of a fairytale, just as women vampires often represented the corruption of traditional femininity. She’s changed her name, dubbing it a “bit fairytale”, she’s noticeably more volatile and violent than her 7yr old self and she’s overtly sexual, a trait that is common in most women vampires.

 This transformation of “purity” to “corruption” (please note that I use these terms with heavy amounts of distaste) is extremely common in stories about woman vampires (the biggest example being Dracula’s Lucy Westenra). And so Amy’s movement between the two, though it’s the product of age in the narrative, does mimic a traditional vampiric transformation.

 The Girl Who Waited only further emphasises the idea of the fairytale corruption + vampiric transformation.

 Amy’s base in the episode is described as a lair and the HandBots view her as diseased + in need of treatment. The lair calls up connections to monsters + wild animals but also refers to the Scottish term for “a burial plot in a graveyard” - both of which are spaces that vampires traditionally reside in.  The idea that Amy is “diseased” falls in line with the concept that vampirism is an affliction or virus rather than a transformed state. Throughout her time as companion, Amy is shown to have been subjected to various forms of involuntary treatment (highlighted in this post by @mikaelson) furthering the idea that she’s viewed as sick despite not being unwell at all - just different or “transformed”.  Her death in this episode also highlights a vampiric state, as she stands outside the TARDIS doors, unable to enter without being allowed in, invited in. 

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Basically, to conclude, she’s not a vampire....but she could be :)

[smackalicious]

I was tagged by @district447 to tag nine of my fave characters! Thank ya!

1) Tobias Fornell - NCIS 2) Donna Noble - Doctor Who 3) Bruce van Exel - Judging Amy 4) Roz Doyle - Frasier 5) Joan Watson - Elementary 6) Kim Burgess - Chicago PD 7) Divya Katdare - Royal Pains 8) Monica Reyes - The X-Files 9) James Wilson - House, M.D.

I know, pretty random assortment, lol. And it didn’t say anything about using different fandoms, but I wanted to challenge myself. :P

I’m going to tag... @machtaholic, @baronessblixen, @shannonhutchins, @basmathgirl & @ladyjess1126. No pressure! Do it if ya want. :)

[ambrcsialtm]

all of that being said, i really wanna find some new partners maybe ? i’m prob not gonna take on a lot of plots rn but i have my intro to me post here & below i’m just gonna list some plots i’m interested in writing nowadays so woohoo ! it should be noted that i really only write oc’s even if the plot is set in an established show / movie / series. i am not like como se dice .... good ? at writing canons :)

anything inspired by like soa / mayans mc, i just love a biker romance

college romances esp with like athletes !!!!

spy vs spy, falling in love on a mission type shit, mr and mrs smith is also a good ref here

ok hear me out smth inspired by laurel x frank in the first two seasons of htgawm ? like 1L student falls in love w their mentor’s rough around the edges, badass private investigator ???

something inspired by logan x veronica in veronica mars just basically the epic speech

oc’s in set fandoms like marvel, dceu, harry potter, game of thrones, grishaverse OR canon x oc.

heist romances like in ocean’s eleven, the thomas crowne affair, fool’s gold, etc.

lawyer + lawyer fall in love, doctor + doctor, workplace romances in general p much

dan + amy in veep vibes, political interns that have witty back & forths but also are like in love ?

period romances oh god pls

frank + karen in the punisher vibes oh yes

listen just give me trevante, daniel k, manny montana, joel kinnaman, or damson idris in smth steamy and ill love u forever :)

[ignisrosess]

So now that we have pinned posts, I guess I can actually introduce myself-

Hi, you can call me Kyt! (pronounced the same as Kit)

I'm queer (I don't use labels most of the time, but I suppose it would be closet to asexual and panromantic, but idrk) and gender queer (again, no specific label) and my pronouns are he/him, she/her, and they/them.

I love reading and watching movies and TV shows. I absolutely love the outdoors and enjoy going for long walks/hikes. Music is one of my favorite things in the entire world, and I listen to pretty much every genre. If I like a song, I like it. Simple as that. I also really enjoy musical theatre, acting, writing and singing.

My fandoms include, but are not limited to:

Marvel

DC

PJO (and other Riordan works)

X-Men

Harry Potter

Doctor Who

Sherlock

Star Wars

Star Trek

Stargate

Timeless

MacGyver (new and old)

Lost in Space (2018)

Everything Disney

Lord of The Rings

Some of my favorite celebrities are:

Tom Hiddleston

Michael Fassbender

Lucas Till

Brie Larson

Christian Bale

Hayden Christensen

Ewan McGregor

Jennifer Lawerence

Amy Adams

Anne Hathaway

JJ Feild

Chloe Bennett

Jessica Chastain

Evangeline Lilly

Natalie Portman

James McAvoy

Asa Butterfield

Kat Dennings

Rachel McAdams

Cate Blanchett

Tom Holland

Jude Law

Evan Peters

And pretty much all the MCU and X-Men casts

Some of my favorite artists and bands include:

P!atD

Harry Styles

Taylor Swift

TØP

FOB

MCR

Queen

Journey

Bon Jovi

AC/DC

Guns n' Roses

Led Zeppelin

Poison

Beyonce

Lady Gaga

(I also enjoy youtube and tiktok, but I'm not sure I'll be posting much about on here, but who knows!)

That's pretty much all I can think of right now, but if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me a dm! ❤️

[fly-flower-fanfics]

Love And Sickness

Eleventh Doctor x Male Reader

Warnings: Sickness mentioned, like vomit.

*I got this idea from someone else’s oneshot, but can’t remember who. If it’s yours, please tell me so I can credit you or if you want me to take it down*

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We've been parked in the same spot for what seemed to be about two weeks. The first week consisted of the newly regenerated Doctor avoiding me, re-exploring the TARDIS, and where he was. The second week consisted of him being sick. Not just I-have-a-headache sick. Like, coughing-throwing-up-fever sick. He couldn't keep anything down first couple days. About the fifth day, he was able to keep water down but hardly anything else. He couldn't sleep well either -- barely an hour a night. He hasn't showered for about a week, and he refused to change his clothing.

He needed help, but do you call when the Doctor is sick? A doctor? Or another Doctor... 

While the Doctor was currently resting in his bed, I raced to the main control panel and picked up the phone. How the hell do you reach a past Doctor? I sighed a little and shrugged. Time was weird, but the TARDIS was smart. Hopefully, she would be able to connect me through. It had to work. I couldn't just give up on the Doctor like that, even if he now didn't want anything to do with me.

I dialed a number and let the phone ring. I had my eyes shut, silently praying to the TARDIS that she could properly direct the call. 

"Hello?" My heart stopped a moment. My call went through. It actually worked and went through. "Hello? Is anyone there?" the tenth Doctor repeated. 

"Y-yeah. Yeah, Doctor, it's me," I replied, and I could practically see him frowning. 

"Y/N? But I just dropped you off at home yesterday. Are you alright? Do you need my help?" 

I smiled sadly and shook my head a little. "I need your help, Doctor, but I've not seen you in a little while. I'm calling you because...because you've regenerated." 

"I've...oh," he answered softly, and we fell silent for a little while. 

It wasn't like he was shocked that he'd regenerate. It happened, and he eventually knew it would at some point. It was just me calling him, actually reaching him, that I believed was what caused the silence. 

"You're sick," I started again, sucking in a breath. "Like really sick. You're throwing up, and you've got a fever, just like that time you caught that stomach bug ages ago, remember that?" I heard Ten laugh. God, I missed his laugh. 

"Yeah, I do. Quite sadly, in fact. How’d I even get that?" he replied, and I gave off a laugh. 

"I don’t know, but that just went away with tomato soup, bread, and tea. You can't keep anything down now. And I don't know what to do..." 

Tears built up in my eyes now, remembering the way he would've held me and set his chin on top of my head and reassure me, telling me it was all okay. 

"Sweetheart," the voice over the line came softly, like he was reading my thoughts. 

"I miss you, Doctor," I said softly, wrapping my free arm around myself and pretended it was him. 

"Oh, I miss you, too." I knew he was saying it to make me feel better; he would shortly see me again. I took a steadying breath and wiped my cheeks. "You know he's still me, don't you?" 

I gave a soft, sad smile. "I know, he's just...also not you at the same time. You know?" 

"Different face, different body, different personality, I know," he answered, a soft sigh following along with it. 

"I miss you," I repeated. "I know regenerating is nothing new for you, but damn, Doctor, I promise you it's for a good reason." He'd been shot trying to save the lives of Amy and Rory Pond. Good people that were rather strange. I had no doubt we'd run into them again and that saving them would be worth it. "And I'm proud of you," I whispered, dropping my voice, so he couldn't hear the sounds of my tears. 

I shut my eyes once again and tucked my lip between my teeth. My Doctor was gone. Well, not yet in his timeline, but in mine, he was. Replaced by this new one.

"Have you tried liquefying everything? Sounds like delayed regeneration sickness as well as some other kind of bug on top of that. If he, er, I'm able to drink, then have you tried it yet?" I shook my head and opened my eyes, tracing a button on the TARDIS's console. 

"Not yet. You're resting, and then I'm gonna try and give you some tea or milk or something. But I'm sure that'll work. You've been drinking well for three days now." I dried my eyes and took in a breath. "I should go now, Doctor," I said softly. 

"It's okay, sweetheart, you know that," he answered. 

"I know, but it doesn't lessen the hurt of losing you." 

He gave off a chuckle, but it was sort of sad. "You haven't lost me. And who knows? Maybe we'll run into each other once more. Our story isn't over, especially if you're still with me."

I smiled a bit and straightened up. "You're right, Doctor. If I can make you gay, I can make you like me again." 

This time, his laugh was hearty and loud. "Was always some sort of gay, mister. And I do like you. He will. Cuz I'm still in there, too. He's just scared. Give him time." 

"I will," I replied. "I'd best be off now. Especially since you're gonna come back for me shortly. You never did stay gone longer than two days." 

"You're right." 

"See ya," I said and hoped I would. 

"Til next time," he replied, and the line went dead.

I hung up the phone and was startled to see the Doctor leaning against the wall, looking like hell, but still glaring. "You called him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement and not a very happy one at that.

"You're sick, and I needed help to understand what to do." I walked down the steps and past him, heading towards the kitchen to grab milk and see if he could keep that down. If he could, I'd make some sort of milkshake. 

"Wait, could..." I stopped in my tracks and turned around, looking at the Doctor. He hardly spoke more then three sentences to me, other than asking me for water. I wanted him to need me for something else, so I hoped that this was it. I hoped he needed me for something else. 

As I met his eyes, I saw that the glare and anger was gone. All that was left was fear and sadness. "Please," he whispered, and my heart nearly broke at how broken he sounded. "Hold me... you haven't held me yet...please, hold me..." 

"Oh, my poor Doctor," I murmured softly and walked over to him, embracing him tightly. His head fell in the crook of my neck, and his arms held my body. He smelled like bile and acid, which was due to the fact that he hadn't showered, was sick, and refuse to change his clothing. He practically burst into tears, and my heart shattered at how broken he was. 

"I know I'm not him," he was trying to say, but I only shushed him and stroked his hair. 

"Have you seen yourself yet?" He barely shook his head, and I gave off a small smile. "You utterly adorable. Your moppy, floppy brown hair and your incredible green eyes." 

He pulled back from me, almost steadying himself on my shoulders. "But can you see me?" I couldn't tell if that was my Doctor talking or him. I cupped his cheeks and leaned his forehead on mine. 

"I needn't because you're still my Doctor," I whispered softly to him, rubbing my thumbs across his cheek bones. "C'mon now, we have to go get you showered and changed and see if we can get you drinking something that has more sustenance than water." 

His eyes seemed less sad at my words, but he didn't seem thoroughly convinced. I lead him down to the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat lid. He was still wearing the same clothing, and it tugged at my heart as I realized completely that my Doctor was gone. This was my Doctor now. I took a soft breath and settled my hands on his shoulders. 

"Can you undress? I'll run a bath for you, but I wanna go get you some milk, okay?" He just stayed rather mute, offering a weak shrug.

I left him there, hurrying to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of milk, making a strawberry milkshake, just in case he could keep it down. I went back and knocked on the bathroom door. The water wasn't running, and I knew I wasn't gone long enough to have had the tub be turned on and filled in the time that I was gone. I carefully knocked on the door once more, since I didn't get an answer the first time. 

"Doctor?" I waited a little longer before opening the door. He hadn't moved from the position I left him in. I set the glasses on the sink and knelt in front of him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and I settled my hands on his knees. "Doctor, it's a change... you've regenerated before. You're probably just overthinking because you don't feel well, either. But you have to let me help you and you have to help me help you. I can't do it alone." I stood up and held out my hand. "C'mon, Doctor. Just like old times. Remember the last time you were ungodly sick? Stomach bug," I said softly, remembering that night and the conversation I had  just a few short minutes ago. "You let me help you then. Let me help you now."

It took a few moments of silence before the Doctor lifted his head and settled his hand in mine, which I brought up to my lips and kissed. "There's my Doctor. Now, let's undress you and run a bath, okay?" 

His lips twitched very slightly, almost into a smile, so I took that as a good sign. I filled the bath tub and put in some bubble bath cuz that always made me happy and plus, it would give the Doctor privacy since it didn't seem like he wanted to even get into the bath. After I got his jacket and shirt off, I managed to make him promise to take off his pants and get in the bath, and I'd wash his hair for him. 

I turned around and covered my eyes and waited until the splashing water subsided still again before turning back around. "Can you try this?" I asked, holding the glass of milk out to him. It was like taking care of a small child, just one that didn't like to talk much. He reached out a hand and took it, taking a small sip of it. He took one more before handing it back to me, and we waited. He didn't get sick right away, which was a good sign, but I didn't want to push it. 

I knelt next to the tub and rolled up my sleeves before taking a good look at the Doctor once again. His arms were wrapped around his knees, which were hugged to his chest. His hair was now a bit damp and starting to flatten out against his forehead. His eyes were dull, almost a bit lifeless. He was pale, paler than he should be. He was tall, lanky, with slender legs and fingers. 

I smiled a little bit and stroked his hair softly a little before wetting it then proceeding to wash it. I didn't bother to ask to wash his body: that was another day's challenge. At least he was washing off some of the dirt and grime, and his hair would be clean. I set the milk and milkshake on the floor next to the tub and stood up. 

"I'll be outside the door, waiting for you. Alright? Call me when you've finished, when you want to get out. I'll bring you a towel. Then I'll read to you or tell you a story, alright?" 

The Doctor rolled his shoulders a little and looked up and met my eyes for the first time in a while. "Alright," he answered softly. I smiled and kissed his forehead lightly. 

I closed the bathroom door behind me and sat down, leaning against it. I could hear him crying softly, and it hurt my heart. I started singing to him. Songs that gave me hope when I was upset. Songs that weren't necessarily the happiest beat, but had powerful words.

It didn't matter to be how the Doctor was or what he looked like. Deep down, he'd always be my Doctor, and I loved him all the same.

[hraishin]

Tag 8 people you’d like to get to know better!

tagged by @secretlymagneto (thank you magenta man)

Favorite colors: Turquoise, purple, light blue, orange-red, and black

Last song I listened to: Babe by Emeli Sandé

Favorite musicians: Hozier, Florence and the Machine, Imagine Dragons, Of Monsters and Men, The Weeknd, The Oh Hellos, Sleeping at Last, Panic! at the Disco, Matt Maeson

Last film I watched: I believe it was X-Men: Apocalypse

Last TV Show I watched: The Witcher

Favorite Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr and Raven/Mystique from X-Men; Amy Santiago and Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99; Bill Denbrough from IT; Zuko, Azula and Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender; Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Carol Danvers and Doctor Stange from the MCU

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Love sweet food / Spicy depends on the spices because sometimes I can't handle them because my white genes won my taste buds (I'll never forget eating korean food and almost dying once) / Love savory food

Sparkling water/Tea/Coffee: I believe sparkling water is evil and if you drink that, I'm sorry for your soul / The only tea I like is passion fruit tea that I drink to calm my nerves because the rest taste like dirty water to me and I only drink if I need to / Love coffee, just can't drink much or everyday because of my anxiety, but GOD I love coffee even if it's not good for me.

Pets: A hamster!!! Her name is Foguinho (the literal translation would be "Small Fire") because she has red eyes and she's very agitated (and bites my nose when she has the chance).

tagging: @lyricfulloflight @l-p-r-o-c-k @biconictrevor @kindaresilient @turtletotem @widgenstain @akasanata @ikeracity

[vexilexicon]

Wbw for Virginia?

Thank you so much for asking <3 Again, I apologize for... being the literal worst and taking so long to answer ;;

B A S I C S

full name: Virginia Davies

gender: cis female

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Liam Davies (father), Su-jin Keng (mother)

birthplace: Cape Elizabeth, Maine, USA

job: student, shop assistant 

phobias: heights, bugs with lots of legs, being forgotten

guilty pleasures: eating cheese directly from the block, sleeping in, gossiping 

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: true neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unempathetic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: kind of the Doctor x Virginia

ot3: N/A

brotp: Rory & Amy & Virginia, the Doctor & Virginia

notp:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SEND me one of my OCs for WORLD BUILDING WEDNESDAY ANYDAY

[inco-aimeu]

tenes nose como temas musicales que crees que le queden a las provincias? ¿o ships de provincias?

Santiago del Estero:

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

Contento de Contento - Jósean Log

All Gone - Mother Mother

CABA:

Todas las canciones de Las Divinas lmao

Bubblegum Bi** - Marina & The Diamonds

I’m sorry I’m sorry - Miku Hatsune

Voltaire - Innocent

Million Men - Melanie Martinez

Voltaire - When you’re evil

Rammstein - Moskau

Mama hates you - CK9C

Mendoza:

Linkin Park - The Messenger

Pod - Beautiful

Rammstein - Engel

Santamarina - Doctor

Quebec (Canada):

The Misery - Sonata Arctica

Nana cosaco - Natalia faustova

Не молчи -  Dima Bilan

Marie LaForêt - Mon Amour, Mon Ami

Подмосковные Вечера

Stromae - Papaoutai

Santiago del Estero x CABA:

Do you feel it? - CHAOS CHAOS

Gorillaz - She’s my collar

Gorillaz - Feel Good INC

Three Days Grace - Pain

A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold

RAMMSTEIN- Stirb nicht vor mir

Rammstein - Te quiero p***

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You

Almost Human - Voltaire 

Mendoza x Tamaulipas:

No Matter What - Papa Roach

The Neighbourhood - Daddy Issues

El amante secreto - Lucy chan

Santamarina - Como vos no hay dos

The beatles - IF I FELL

Zolita - Holy

Avenged Sevenfold - Dear God

Ufff -suda- tengo muchísimas más, pero me tomaría demasiado tiempo XDDDD

Espero que les sirva la lista !!!