#rose tyler smut

[lanawinterscigarettes]

will reply to your responses fully in a bit but im craving some smutty fanfic (screw you ovulation) so im gonna send you a lillll request hope thats alright,

ive nicked these prompts off the rest of tumblr

rose tyler

fem reader

13 a remote controlled vibrator

23 how they would react to you kissing up their neck while they're on a phone call

12) sex while there is a thunderstorm outside (okay the original says rainstorm but i love thunderstorms)

not a prompt but i love rose's accent so you can use that if you wish

have fun!

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omg hi star anon! take as long as you need to reply there's no rush 🥰 I really hope you like what I wrote for you hehe <3 (the title for this sounds so stupid but I really couldn't think of anything else for it... it's meant to be a play on words like snowed in or smth idk)

Thundered In (Rose Tyler x fem reader)

Warnings: SMUT, sex toy used/remote controlled vibrator (Rose receiving), neck kissing, Rose is a bit of a brat and the reader's a massive tease

The sound of thunder could be heard booming in the distance as the rain heavily hit the roof of Rose's flat. It was cold outside, but inside was nice and warm, you and her bundled up in blankets on the bed as some random holiday film played on the TV in the background.

The atmosphere was peaceful, if not sexually charged. This was due to the remote controled vibrator you had her wearing, the steady buzz just barely audible due to the noise from the thunderstorm and the TV.

"You're such an awful tease, did you know that?" She said suddenly, her voice coming out in a soft grumble. It was hard to take her seriously when she had such a cute pout on her face.

"Yeah, I know," you replied with a cheeky grin, clearly enjoying yourself. "But it's not my fault you're so cute when pouting." Before she could retort, her phone began to ring.

"It's my mum," she stated before glancing up at you with an expectant look. You sighed and reluctantly turned the vibrator down to a lower setting so she could answer the phone.

No longer having to deal with such an embarrassing distraction, she pressed the green button to pick up the call and held it up to her ear. "Hey, Mum," she greeted in a cheerful tone, lightly smacking your hand away when you moved to rest it on her thigh.

Now it was your turn to pout. "You never let me have any fun," you muttered like a petulant child. Part of you was tempted to turn the vibrator back up, but then you got an even better idea.

"Yeah, we can come over on Christmas if you want us to. It's not like we have any other plans-" Her sentence was cut off by a sharp gasp when your lips suddenly met the side of her neck, playfully kissing at the area.

You could faintly hear Jackie ask if everything was alright on the other line, something that made you let out a quiet snicker. "Y- Yeah, Mum, I'm fine, I swear. Just- something happening on the telly." She shot you a scathing look, but you simply ignored her, gently nibbling on the spot right below her earlobe where you knew she was the most sensitive.

"Look, Mum, I'm really sorry but I'm gonna have to call you back," she blurted out before hanging up the phone despite the protests being heard on the other end.

Of course it was after she'd tossed her phone off to the side that you finally pulled your mouth away from her neck, a smug look on your face. She reacted to that by giving you a light shove. "Are you proud of yourself? I was on the phone with my Mum of all people, and you just had to bother me."

"I was bored," you defended yourself with a fake look of innocence while grabbing the remote that went with the vibrator. "And I figured you'd rather me kiss you than do this." At that, you turned the strength of the toy up some, a breathy moan pulling pulled from her lips at the action.

"It's not fair, you're teasing me, you know you are," she complained in a whiny voice, her back arching slightly from the way the vibrator made her walls clench and her clit throb.

"Your voice sounds so sexy when you whine like that," you purred while moving your hand to her thigh, caressing the area as you continued speaking. "I mean, your voice always sounds sexy, but still."

"Quit teasing," she huffed out in a bratty manner, though she was soon choking out another loud moan when you turned the vibrator up even higher.

"Aw, but it's so much fun," you insisted as your hand crept further up her thigh, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you watched her.

She wanted to keep arguing with you, but it was getting harder and harder for her to think. "You- You-" she began in an attempt to protest, but her words died in her throat when your hand slipped down into her panties, your thumb immediately finding its way to her clit.

The storm continued to rage on outside, but you were much too focused on your girlfriend to care. "I just love how sexy your voice is when you get all needy like that. It's so pretty," you affectionately cooed while rubbing her clit, knowing it wouldn't take much more for her to cum with all the combined sensations happening all at once.

And you were right. Between the vibrator, your fingers, and the nonstop praise, it didn't take long for the coil in her belly to wind up so tightly it snapped, releasing what felt like a tsunami of pleasure all over her body.

Her back arched, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her hands clawed at the sheets while needy pants and moans filled the room, momentarily drowning out the sound of the thunderstorm still taking place. It took her a bit to catch her breath, though thankfully you were kind enough to turn off the vibrator so she wouldn't be faced with the aftershocks of overstimulation.

"Tease," is all she was able to get out when she was able to speak again, that one little word causing you to let out a snort of laughter.

Leaning in, you nuzzled your face along the side of her neck while muttering, "You know you love me."

Despite her earlier frustration, she couldn't argue with you there, especially when you took the time to run her a bath afterwards, even going so far as to make her a cup of hot chocolate just the way she liked for her to enjoy once she got out. The two of you settled back in the bed together once she was dried off and in clean clothes, drinks in hand as you listened to the thunder boom while the heavy rain continued to hit the roof above.

The sound was more comforting than anything else, eventually lulling you to sleep long after you'd finished your drinks and turned off the TV. There really was no better way to spend time together during a thunderstorm.

End notes: sorry if the ending feels a little meh, I was tired and couldn't think of anything else better to add. also I hope it's okay that I made rose be on the receiving end of the vibrator rather than the reader, if you ever want something with the roles reversed you're more than welcome to ask <3

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[metacrisisdoctor]

DOCTOR WHO | 1.11

[thirdeyeblue]

“Nine would have treated Martha better than Ten did”

I need to talk about this argument that never seems to stop circulating.

Note: Not a venomous/anti post. There’s more than enough of that across fandom spaces as is, and this is supposed to be a place for ✨sweet, blissful escapism✨

When making this argument, people seem to envision a scenario in which Nine never met Rose.

While I can appreciate a good hypothetical, recognizing Rose's significance to the Doctor (Nine and Ten) is essential to understanding why things with Martha played out the way they did in the first place.

In the third series, the Doctor is grieving. This grief is deliberately threaded into nearly every script, whether spoken aloud or not (and these are just a few examples):

He's burning in Rose’s wake the entire time Martha travels with him, which is why it’s so frequently called upon: It’s 100% deliberate in framing his grief. He grieved as Nine too, of course— having been fresh on the heels of the Time War — but then he met Rose, which changed everything.

Back then, he was still a rude, traumatized pain in the ass, but we watch Rose soften more of those jagged edges with every episode as they grow closer; as he lets his guard down and forms a deep connection with her.

He falls in love (against his better judgment) and it's game over.

And yes: provided S1E1 had been titled 'Martha', one can realistically assume things might have unfolded similarly to how they did with Rose. However, it wouldn’t have been that way just because the Doctor was Nine and “Nine was different” — it would be because he wasn’t already in love with someone else. The same can't be said for the start of S3.

Think of it like this: if Rose AND Martha had been in that cellar — if Nine had taken both of them along with him in S1 — we’d eventually be looking at the most melodramatic love triangle ever, what with him living in close quarters with two brilliant, gorgeous, compassionate young women... But Doctor Who is plenty “soap opera” as is with just one woman in the TARDIS.

(I certainly wouldn’t object to reading that fic, though)

Now, regarding the unrequited elephant in the room…

His inability to be romantic with Martha isn’t because he thinks her lesser, nor is it for lack of compatibility. It isn't because Rose is any better than her. It certainly isn’t just because he’s Ten.

It’s really only for one reason, which can't be denied — and now I’m a broken record:

He is still in love with Rose.

(cut from a tenrosedaily gif)

Nine is Ten, and Ten is only such a mess in S3 because he’s just lost the love of his life. Martha merely got caught in the crosshairs of a volatile Time Lord in mourning, and yes — it sucks. Absolutely.

But it also feels dismissive to chalk Ten and Martha’s relationship up to little more than some sort of mindless dance of pining, jealousy, and toxicity.

Ten trusted Martha with his life over and over again — and hers, with him. He constantly praised her brilliance, happily carting her around time and space with no intention of letting her go. In the BBC’s extended universe of novels/comics/cartoons/etc, there’s so much depth to their relationship: love and trust and trauma and sacrifice. They had their own special bond as mates, their own complexities — so it’s a bummer that it's forever overshadowed by the other things.

I’m not denying that there was a lot of stuff that sucked/was for sure toxic about Ten's S3 behavior, but so many of the things I've seen him catching flak for can be directly attributed to being A Clueless Fucking Alien Idiot (not a trait that’s unique to Ten) — as well as his flat-out obliviousness to Martha’s feelings.

So yes, I agree: if Rose never existed, he would have treated Martha differently as Nine. He also would have treated her differently as Ten. Certainly.

But Rose did exist, and when discussing canon, it matters.

“He tells me that he absolutely, 100% loves Rose... He tells me how my daughter; my wonderful, beautiful, clever little girl saved him from himself before… And he says that’s all because of me! I made her into the Rose Tyler that saved him.”

-Jackie Tyler, Flight Into Hull!

Martha got the short end of the stick in S3. She came round at the wrong place and time, but that doesn't mean it was all bad. It doesn't mean the Doctor didn’t adore her. It certainly doesn't mean the time they spent together was wasted or worthless. They were brilliant!

Sure, he could be a twat, but let it be known that he was a twat with Rose as well, both as Nine and Ten. I’m sure Tentoo can be plenty infuriating, too. So while I'll defend Ten (and Tentoo) into the ground forever and ever and ever, I'll concede that he's fucked up.

The Doctor is a certified Pain In The Ass. It’s one of the things I love so much about this character — dynamics.

But never forget that Martha was goddamn tough as nails and overcame every bit of it. She moved on with her life, and the Doctor moved on with his. One can only pray that, when they inevitably drag her back onto the show (which feels inevitable if I'm honest), we see at once that she's been living her best life for all these years.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: Heyy pooks , do you think you can do Aerosmith smut where reader has a 3some with Joe Perry and Steven Tyler? <3

HIIIIII sure thing ❤️

The Three Of Us:

Words: 385

Warnings: *smut* *threesome*

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

You saw two intriguing men with sunglasses and a leather coat at a bar with your friend Katherine. One of them had curly hair while the other one had wavy hair. One of them looked like he wasn’t moving enough but the other one was quite energetic. She smirked at you while you watched the two men who looked hungover sip at their beer which was rich with caramel coloring and sparkled like champagne. You watched them go from sipping the beer to downing it within seconds. They look up and catch you staring at them. Everyone else in sight starts to blur out and they are the only men you see. You confidently walk up to them and you grab Steven and kiss him. Steven likes What you’re doing to him and he continues making out with you. Joe watches and smiles. Steven had been turned on by you kissing him. He took your hand and pulled you outside of the bar. He took you to his car. Joe followed behind getting excited. You were the first girl they were about to fuck in a while. They were really busy in the studio making a bunch of albums. Joe threw his cigarette on the side and stepped on it. You sat in the metallic car that looked fancy. The gadgets were all fascinating to you. You got driven to their studio where no one came around. It was like Joe and Steven’s home. They couldn’t wait to get their hands on you. They didn’t wait any longer and stripped you down. You could’ve sworn you heard one of them growl.

“Woah calm down boys” You chuckled.

Before you even realized it you were all bare and nude. They saw how wet you were. You saw their cocks bulging so you took your hands and lightly stroked them. Before you realized it, Joe grabbed you roughly and started going at it. His cock was stuffed so deep inside of you. You loved it. 

“Fuck” you moaned quietly.

Steven started to kiss your neck while Joe was doing the work. Soon after it was Steven’s turn. Steven thrust so deep over and over again that you felt your pussy was going to fall off. You felt both of their bodies and that’s what made you happy. 

[kcchameleon17]

One Night (Tentoo/Rose fic) by kcchameleon

For TentooRoseMonth2024 “Firsts” + TentooRose Fuckathon prompts: Reunion Sex, Sneaking Around, Possessive/Jealous Sex, Praise Kink, Condom Snogbox

Rating: E

Summary:

"One night. Just one night to show her how much he loved her. One night to hold her and pretend he was the genuine article, the one she could really want, just for a few hours. If this was the only shot he had been guaranteed to be able to show this woman he loved more than every star in the sky his devotion, he was just going to have to grab it with both hands."

Rose, Tentoo, and Jackie spend a night on the Tardis before Ten brings them back to Bad Wolf Bay.

@tentoorosemonth2024 @whywhatswrongwithblue

[wyndigos-blog]

You ever read a fic and you're left sitting there like

Like "t h i s w a s w r i t t e n f o r m e"

Anyway, someone please help, I'm dying

[whywhatswrongwithblue]

FUCK-A-THON: ROUND 2

For the year's first tentoo day, (10/02/2024) the 10th of February, we're bringing back the much coveted Fuck-A-Thon!

There's a twist, though. The Fuck-A-Thon will run from the 10th of February until the 10th of May. A true marathon! And this time, we've got multiple prompts!

Here's how it works.

We've prepared two cards full of nsfw prompts, and a third card full of crack-y prompts inspired by a bot we have on the tentoo x rose discord server. Every prompt crossed off earns you points. At the end of the event, the person with the highest score wins a prize of their choice, created by the lovely volunteers on our server! :)

*prizes include personalised nsfw tentoorose art/fic!

Here are our prompts:

Feel free to save these so you can mark them off as you go!

And for our third, entirely unhinged list (WORTH 20 POINTS FOR EVERY CRAZY PROMPT YOU CAN WORK IN EFFORTLESSLY)

ALRIGHT. NOW FOR SOME RULES!

Goes without saying, this event is for tentoo x rose. We're looking for pro Tentoo content!

You can absolutely combine prompts. But! There's a limit. Each work you publish may only have a maximum of two prompts from each card.

On the other hand, there is no limit to the number of works you can publish! Remember, this runs till May.

The minimum word count we will accept is 1.5k words.

Your rating will have to be Explicit. This is an NSFW-only event. We are looking for smut!

As you may have noticed, the prompts on the third list are absolutely insane. Our challenge to you here is to utilise them in a way that they're important to the actual smut! (For example: A Podcast About Serbia has to be relevant to the way tentoo and rose get fucking in your story!) Get those thinking caps on :)

You do not HAVE to finish every prompt/combine prompts! Our top priority is to inspire you to make NSFW content for tentoo x rose. If a singular prompt inspires you, go for it! If none of the porne bot prompts appeal to you, feel free to ignore them!

One Shots and Multichapters welcome!

Please post your works to this collection starting from the 10th of February!

Tag this blog with your finished cards, and we will calculate your score.

Feel free to send in any questions you have to this blog!

And most importantly, have fun!

[bitch-scribbles]

All the better to taste you with.

NSFW, under 18s do not interact. Non-canon Rose Tyler x reader smut. Gender neutral reader. Face sitting. Thigh riding. Nipple play. (Very) light mentions of angst. Enjoy!

There was very little that could still surprise you. Daleks back from the dead for the 1000th time? Wouldn't bat an eye. Shadows that eat the flesh from your bones? It's a normal Tuesday. Statues that move as soon as you look away? Disturbing, yet not unheard of.

But the one thing that left your palms sweaty and cheeks flushed? Rose Tyler.

Rose Tyler lounging in the rusty orange light of the console room, sharing a bag of heavily-salted chips with the Doctor. Rose Tyler laughing at the smell of crushed apple grass underfoot, the chill blue of New New Earth's sky framing her like a television screen. Rose Tyler serious, enquiring over the working conditions of various Ood dinner...'ladies'? Rose Tyler in your bed. Cross-legged. Wearing nothing but a white tank top and grey boxers. The smooth warmth of her skin curling towards you from across the bedsheets, blanketing where you lay, propped against the pillows.

"Whatcha' think?" She leaned forwards, twirling the end of a frizzing braid against your cheek. "I thought it would be good to just keep the hair out of my face. But I kind of like it?"

You nod. The soft strands tickle your cheekbone. Rose smiles, pleased. At the skin of her throat, you can see a steady heartbeat, the trailing river of a vein that flows from the lobe of her ear to the curve of her chest, disappearing beneath the neckline of her tank top.

"Oi, eyes front solider."

Eyebrow arched, Rose frowns, a mock-furrow appearing in the centre of her forehead. Her eyes shine at you though, a quirk pulling at the corner of her glossy mouth. Imperceptibly at first, the bed dips as Rose shifts, her knee presses against your hip. She lets the end of her braid go, allowing it to swing and graze the tip of your nose. Free, her right hand drops to the pillow beside your head. Her eyes on yours, you feel the length of her thigh slot between your legs, until she is resting above you.

It's true, there was very little that could still surprise you. But, watching that smiling-turned-serious face drift closer and closer, feeling those glossy lips press against yours, soft and searching, left you dizzy with the all-consuming rush of want.

For a split second, an image of the Doctor flashed behind your eyes. The way he looked at Rose, with a gentle terror that made your heart ache for him, with him. But then, Rose shifted her thigh higher, rubbing agonisingly slowly against a spot below your stomach that made you exhale into her mouth, your back arching away from the mattress.

Her kisses grow firmer, shocks of teeth nipping at the chapped skin of your lips. Rose brushes the tip of her tongue against your mouth. High breathy moans escape her throat, your hands press into the swell of her ass, pulling her closer by the nape of her neck.

The grinding of Rose's thigh leaves you breathing in small gasps of air. She presses harder and your jaw throbs with the force of kissing her back. Slowly, you move your hand from her ass, to her thigh, to pushing up the hem of her tank top, brushing along the skin of her ribcage that trembles beneath your fingertips. Rose's lips falter as your thumb circles her nipple. Rolling. Pulling.

A throaty half-formed word vibrates against your teeth. Your other hand reaches up to tug at the end of one of her braids. Pulling Rose's head to the side, you press wet, tongued kisses against her neck. Trailing, your mouth dips to her collarbone, tasting the musk of shitty Superdrug perfume bought on sale 300 light years away and 30,000 years ago yesterday. It's sharp and clinical on your tongue, but you lick her clean.

Impatient, Rose swings her leg free of yours. Shuffling onto her knees, up your torso, until her knees rest either side of your head. With a whispered "fuck", Rose presses her covered clit to your nose. Inhaling, you drink her in. The grey of her boxers darken as you lick and suck at the crotch. She gasps as you dig crescent-shaped moons into her thigh. The rough of grown-in pubes scratches your nose through the thin material as she grinds down harder and harder against you.

Your hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear, stroking yourself in sync with Rose's jerky circling against your face. The fabric of her boxers cling to the outline of her pussy. Sliding, your tongue travels from her cunt to the smooth marble of her clit. You suck, tasting the tang of sweat and warm musky flesh. From beneath, you see Rose's hands cup her tits, fallen free from the tank top. You rub yourself faster. Her thighs are tensing around you. Her moans higher and faster. Your hips tilt upwards. She's pressing so hard against you now that your breath rasps against her soaked underwear. Rose cries out, rutting against the point of your nose, your mouth lapping at her. Her hands move to your hair, digging into your scalp as her movements slow. You continue to lick and kiss at Rose until she shakily moves herself away. Laughing as your tongue chases her.

Hovering above you, Rose smiles down. For the second time, you suffer a sudden pang on behalf of the Doctor. What would he give to lie where you're lying? But then, Rose asks:

"It's your turn now, isn't it?"

and you forget anything else exists, except for Rose Tyler and her ability to surprise you.

[modrntravlr]

Possession

Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Rated: Explicit

Summary: When the Doctor ingests a strange plant that leaves him with an insatiable lust, he finds himself in Rose's bedroom as she sleeps off a long day's journey. (TW For Rape, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

WC: 2.9K

A/N:

Hello everyone,

Pretty dark fic up ahead, definitely not the typical sort of fic for this pairing, so please proceed with extreme caution. If any of my fellow survivors are reading this, just know you are not alone, and you are strong. If you or a loved one has experienced sexual violence, visit RAINN (US), or 24/7 SA Support (England & Wales) for support.

-c

It had been a relatively normal evening on board the TARDIS, if it could even be called evening. Rose had been exhausted after a particularly rough run in with a species she still had yet to figure out how to pronounce the name of. Not long after her and the Doctor had made it back to the TARDIS, she had retired to her bedroom for a much needed shower and night long nap. Not having felt as drained by the day as Rose had, the Doctor had simply set the TARDIS adrift into the vortex before heading off to his lab to tinker with whatever he could find that could capture his attention long enough to keep from getting bored in Rose’s absence.

To absolutely nobodies surprise, he’d left about five unfinished projects scattered across the various tables throughout the lab, each one having been abandoned at different stages of completion. As he usually did when he entered the room without any particular goal in mind, he began with the project nearest to the door before working his way around the room. He tinkered with each project until he inevitably got bored of it and eventually, he’d made his way through the entire room. It had to have at least been a couple of hours by the time he’d circled back to where he’d begun and realized he had no interest in repeating the process.

In the corner of the lab furthest away from the entrance stood an old, practically ancient, cupboard, which much like the TARDIS, was bigger on the inside. It wasn’t nearly as infinite as the TARDIS was, but it did go on for a quite a few miles. Inside of it were long, seemingly never ending shelves lining each side of it. On the shelves stood projects previously discarded, some recently, others from a time when he’d had a completely different face. The Doctor stepped into the cupboard, hoping to find something that would spark some sort of inspiration and cure his momentary boredom. He carefully eyed the shelves on both sides of him, taking in the various mechanical parts and ancient gizmos and doo-dads that he’d picked up from planets and galaxies far and wide. He’d been gazing over a shelf just below eye-level on his left when he noticed it. It was a rather inconspicuous thing, hidden behind some other knick knacks, but regardless, the small potted plant caught his attention.

He carefully moved the clutter in front of it out of the way before picking it up. He couldn’t quite remember where exactly he had picked up the strange thing, but he did remember having discovered it when he was still the man with the big ears and leather jacket. He’d originally brought the plant on board for further examination, but not soon after was when Rose came aboard, and suddenly, the poor plant had been neglected and eventually shelved away into the cupboard where it had been living until now. It had purple leaves, most likely a result of the sun from its home planet, and had surprisingly managed to stay relatively well nourished while locked away and completely forgotten about in its old soil.

The Doctor, as he did with most things he was inspecting, sniffed it, and just for good measure, licked one of the leaves. That was when it hit him, like a wave washing over and completely consuming every fiber of his being. Every atom in his body was suddenly lit aflame with a burning passion he couldn’t shake. The Doctor, who although at the end of the day being nothing more than a man, privately prided himself on the fact that he had what he believed to be excellent control of his autonomy. This however, was something entirely out of control. There was no gradual progression, in a matter of seconds, he was suddenly being filled with a blinding lust that shot straight down to that blasted thing between his legs.

It had yet to be a full minute, but it was as though a deep, dark part of his mind had locked up every ounce of logic and self restraint he had in him. The feeling was nothing more than primal, and in that moment, he longed for nothing more than the sweet feeling of release. Most terrifyingly however, was that this new, completely unchecked urge that was now holding his brain hostage, only wanted that release in the form of one specific way. No, a cheeky wank into his own fist, hidden away and out of sight and earshot from his passenger simply wouldn��t work tonight. He needed Rose Tyler.

The rational part of his brain tried with all his might to stand his ground, to firmly plant himself to the floor of that cupboard and resign himself there until whatever this was passed through his system, even if it meant staying there forever. The last thing he wanted to do was wake Rose, but the rest of him seemed to starkly disagree. To no avail, his body dredged its way out of the cupboard and through the lab, plant once again left discarded and forgotten about on the shelf. The TARDIS knew something was wrong with the Doctor, and she definitely seemed to have sensed his plan to pay a visit to Rose. She made the trek from the lab to her bedroom no easy task. What had once been previously just a short four doors down the hall from the lab, was now corridors away, but the distance didn’t seem to deter him. Even with all her precautions, not even the TARDIS was able to keep him away from Rose’s room.

He stood outside the door for a few moments, cock throbbing in his pants and straining for release as he began to smell her pheromones wafting through the cracks in the door frame. He pressed his ear against the door, having enough sense and restraint to gage whether or not she was asleep yet. Much to his pleasure, he could hear her soft and even breaths, she was asleep he realized. It would make his mission all the more easy, he declared to himself. He softly opened the door, carefully as to stop any click of the doorknob or creak of the hinge. Rose, to his knowledge, was a heavy sleeper, but he decided he’d rather not take any chances tonight. A part of him tried to convince himself that if she was asleep, than what he was about to do wouldn’t matter. If she never knew what had happened, then it couldn’t change anything between them, it would be like it never happened.

He crept through her room till he was hovering right over her sleeping frame. He bent down, careful to control his breathing and motion despite the fact that his entire body felt alight with an insatiable lust for his darling Rose. He could see the way her soft pink lips that he longed to kiss were slightly parted. The way her beautiful, lush, blonde hair that he imagined his hands running through and tugging on in the throws of intimacy, laid on her pillow. With every detail and every thought, he could feel his need growing stronger, himself growing harder. The little remaining rationality left within him fought, but he was defeated as the rest of his body worked against him and his hands began to undress his lower half. He wanted Rose, there was no secret about it, love drunk on a strange plant or not, and deep down he knew Rose had always wanted him too. But not like this, he thought. She didn’t deserve this.

Despite his own protesting thoughts, he crawled over Rose’s sleeping body as he pulled back the covers to reveal the rest of her body, shifting his weight just right so as not to alert her of his presence. Much to his delight, she’d opted for nothing more than an old oversized t-shirt she’d found on board inside a now abandoned closet, and a pair of pink cotton panties. She’d unknowingly set out to make his task far easier than he expected, he grinned to himself as the realization dawned on him. He made sly work of pulling them down her legs, stopping only once they fell below her knees and his eyes caught sight of her delectably sweet cunt. Her soft, pale skin beneath the trimmed hair that culminated in her pink folds made his mouth water and his cock throb in anticipation. Just from looking at her in the dim light of the TARDIS’s warmly glowing walls, he could tell she wasn’t wet in the slightest, but it was no matter, every remaining ounce of chivalry, modesty, and logicality had succumbed to the primal longing for release. She would just have to make do, and for his sake, believe that any lingering soreness when she awoke was a result of the previous days strain on her body.

He gently repositioned her legs, stretching them as wide as the panties still on her legs allowed before taking himself in hand and lining himself up with her entrance. He allowed his tip to slide up through her folds to her clit and back down once before sinking himself in. He stalled for a moment, watching her face contort slightly as her body tensed beneath him at the intrusion, but much to his pleasure, she remained otherwise asleep. He gently rocked in and out of her, not much caring to find a rhythm just yet. Instead, he moved one hand between their bodies, pressing gentle circles into her clitoris in hopes of remedying the rough friction of the unaroused walls wrapped around him. He could feel his efforts beginning to work as each thrust became smoothly cushioned by the pooling liquid now easily flowing out of her. However it was with those efforts that Rose begin to whimper and writhe beneath him, eventually squeezing him from within as her body inevitably reacted to its newest inhabitant. As her muscles contracted and he felt the walls of her cunt that made for a seething tightness threatening to make him spill into her right then and there, he let out an absentminded groan of his own.

With all refrain lost, he picked up his pace, hoping the newfound slickness would make it easier to conceal his movements to her subdued body. But it was no hope, Rose was already beginning to wake up. Her eyes began to groggily flutter open and she lazily began to stretch out her limbs attempting to shake off the stiffness of her sleep. She knew she was still on the TARDIS, she recognized the warm comfort of her bed, the soft glow of the TARDIS walls, and the presence of the TARDIS itself within in her mind, a new side effect left lingering in the wake of Bad Wolf. She could feel the weight and warmth of a body on top of her, and she could most definitely feel the wet and invasive intrusion between her legs, sending a chilling panic through her body despite her mind still struggling to catch up. It wasn’t until she fully opened her eyes and saw the rolled up sleeves of a blue oxford and the sharp edges of a jawline that she realized it was the Doctor who has seemingly joined her in her bed, making her panic grow. She trusted the Doctor more than she did any other person she knew, but her mind, still idled by drowsiness, couldn’t quite connect the Doctor’s face hovering above her own to the painfully sharp ministrations between her legs.

“Doctor, what’s happening?” she weeped as he drove into her, faster, deeper, harder.

“Oh Rose,” he cooed, eyes fluttering open to see her now alert face, tears streaming out the corners of her eyes and into her hair. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’ll all be over soon, just stay still for me, okay,” he breathed out between thrusts and grunts. She could see him moving now, make out the back and forth motions of his hips and the sweat beading across his forehead, and she realized it was him splitting her apart form the inside out. She had wanted him, of course, dreamt of it even, but not like this. She’d wanted her first time with him to be sweet, and beautiful, and most of all, she’d liked to have been conscious. This was painful, violating, rough and harsh, devoid of all the love and tenderness she longed for from the Doctor. The love and tenderness she’d grown accustomed to from him, matter of fact.

“Doctor, stop, please,” she begged as she tried to gently nudge him off and out of her. Her efforts failed entirely. She continued to beg for him to stop as she began to more forcefully shove him away, but he was both bigger and stronger than she was. Instead, her pleas only seemed to further encourage him. His pace quickened even more than before, and now that the panic had overridden any strictly physical arousal, she could feel the rough friction of skin on skin he’d attempted to prevent as he slid in and out of her. He was larger than any other man she’d been with before, and the stretch of his cock inside her tight hole alone burned in an unfamiliar sort of pain. He was the first thing to have entered her aside from her own fingers since she had left Mickey behind on Earth and run off with him in the TARDIS when she’d first met him.

“Just calm down, darling, almost there,” he whispered, taking her wrists in hand and pinning them down to the mattress beside her head. She wasn’t as wet as she’d been when she’d first woken up, but it didn’t matter to him anymore. He was too far gone, lost in the warmth of her wrapped around cock. It felt like what he assumed her people would call heaven. With every thrust, every tear, every plea, and every squeeze of her muscles begging for mercy around his cock, he felt gutturally possessive of her, and all the more turned on. She was full on sobbing now, face red and swollen as the pain became increasingly unbearable, but she looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful to him. He’d spent what felt like lifetimes imagining what Rose Tyler would look like coming undone beneath him, because of him, and here she was. The sight was almost enough to make him spill into her right then and there.

Rose was being rocked back and forth with every push and pull of his hips, and so was her entire bed. She could feel bruises fluttering to life on her wrists from the iron grip the Doctor had on them, tightening as he got closer and closer to his own release. She could tell he was about to finish, and he showed no signs of pulling out. Her legs flailed beneath him to no avail as she failed to shake him from her. He was having far too much enjoyment to be dissuaded by her protests, she realized. His breathing became increasingly ragged and his moans became louder. He pushed into her gradually harder until his hips began to stutter.

“No, Doctor! Please don’t,” she cried out as she began to feel the signs of his approaching climax. It was too late, however. The grip on her wrists became blindingly tight, so much so she thought he might crush her bones to bits. He continued his thrusting into her and she began to feel the warmth and weight of his cum shooting into her as he began to hit her cervix. The Doctor was in a state of ecstasy as he succumbed to the pleasure of finishing inside of Rose. He could feel the pleasure running through every fiber of his body and allowed himself to come undone above her. “Fuck, Rose, you feel so good,” he whispered as his pace slowed, and his thrusts became increasingly short and gentle. Eventually he stopped all together and he gently collapsed onto her, hands finally releasing her wrists only to slide up to her palms to intertwine his fingers with her. He remained inside of her, growing flaccid and finally relieving her of the burning, aching stretch of it. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, attempting to catch his breath as he pressed gentle kisses onto her skin, a stark contrast to the way he’d just been violating her.

Rose was in shock, feeling completely and utterly betrayed. She no longer had any fight left in her and instead laid still as the Doctor remained on top of her. She was scared any protests or sudden movements from her would only aggravate him, make him start all over again. For the first time in her nearly two years with the Doctor, she wanted to tell him to take her home, drop her back off at the estate with Jackie and leave them alone forever.

After a few minutes, the Doctor did eventually move. He shifted slightly, not removing himself entirely off of her, but he at least had the decency to finally pull out, much to his displeasure. To Rose’s displeasure, however, he settled himself back down on top of her and eventually drifted off to sleep. There was little else for Rose to do but lay there as she silently weeped and felt the sticky remnants of the nights events drip out of her, coating the upper and inner parts of her thighs.

[the-curse-of-time]

I’m looking for a fan fiction for way too long so I HAVE TO ASK!! I started to read it but got disturbed and poof it was gone.

It was about TenToo and Rose. TenToo were looking for a sheet of paper and found Rose’ diary and he read it. It revealed that she has naughty thoughts about him. And so does he and when she came back things got smutty.

And that’s the point where I got disturbed.

So If someone knows that ff…. TELL ME

[shuichiakainx]

the new season of doctor who will be on BBC iPlayer in the Kingdom from 11 May and on DisneyPlus from 10 May, where the first episodes will be available

[thirdeyeblue]

Because Ao3 is down, I wanted to share a handful of my fics here - in case you have a smutty hankering for some TenRose or TentooRose. 💖 All are rated E.

Fics below the cut!

Ten x Rose:

Exposure

One-shot (11k words)

Tags: Huddling for warmth, first time

For All We're Worth

Chapters: 4 (30k words)

Tags: Couples resort, first time, dirty talk, fluff and smut

Mending

Chapters: 3 (22k words)

Tags: Sonic screwdriver [used as a sex toy], first time, excessive dirty talk

Bloodstream

Chapters: 27 (200k words)

Tags: Shag-or-die, first time, action/adventure, dirty talk

(This fic is for fellow smut-obsessors who feel rage when fics skip smut. Literally a quarter of this fic is smut, because I include all of it 💀)

The Doctor's Brilliant Idea

Chapters: 3 (23k words)

Tags: Oral fixation, fluff and angst, first time

Ordinary Gifts

One-shot (15k words)

Tags: Sex pollen, first time, bittersweet

Remedial Needs

One-shot (13k words)

Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, first time, near death experience

Peppermint Tea

Chapters: 2 (20k words)

Tags: Sickfic, first time, dirty talk

Tentoo x Rose:

Potential For Brilliance

One-shot (3k words)

Tags: Wall sex, established relationship, semi-public sex, dirty talk

Washed Up Together

Chapters: 3 (21k words)

Tags: Hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, first time

Up The Wrong Tree

Tags: Established relationship, crack, fluff, smut, trying for baby

Snapped

(Sequel to Ordinary Gifts)

One-shot (words: 1.7k)

Tags: Established relationship, Halloween, semi-public sex

[unknownperson246]

someone please request something from Aerosmith! 🙏

[kcchameleon17]

Fantasy Brought to Life - Doctor/Rose Bingo 1/2

First chapter of 2 of this out now!

DoctorRose Bingo Prompt: Accidently read the other's diary

TentooRose Fuckathon Prompts: Wall Sex, Makeup Sex, Edging, Adjusting to Human Biology

Summary: When the Doctor stumbles upon Rose's diary and its contents, it is precisely what he needs to finally push him into action.

Rating: Explicit

[quite-right-too]

Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) - Chapter Five

Summary: After preparing for the arrival of her new housemates, the last thing Rose expected was for one of them to be the man whose flat she had snuck out of the night before. This was actually the second chapter I wrote for this and @demdifferentstories-29 did an amazing job of helping me edit my first real, official smut scene. I hope y'all enjoy!

Read here on AO3

In the following days, tension built to an almost unbearable amount — almost-kisses and heavier touches led James to believe that maybe his feelings were reciprocated. Rose would hold his hand whenever they were out and would nearly be on his lap when they were reading together in the library. There were quite a few times where he had to excuse himself and head up to his room for a wank.

Little did he know, Rose was also doing the same.

This time was no different. She thought about him a lot, especially since their first almost-kiss in the library. In the privacy of her room, she touched herself as she imagined all the filthy ways James would fuck her — his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Muffled moans of ‘James’ were quickly followed by her orgasm crashing over her. She composed herself, got cleaned up, and prepared for their movie night later in the evening. 

The light from the television was the only source illuminating the dark living room. A film whose title was unknown to James was playing, it being Rose’s turn to pick what to watch for movie night. Jack and Donna had gone out for a bit to enjoy the London nightlife, leaving the house empty except for the two of them. James didn’t mind, especially with them curled up on the couch next to each other, and although the shared blanket seemed to be giving him warmth, he was positive it was partially because a certain blonde was sitting next to him, focused on the progression of the movie.

They had taken to cuddling more during movie nights. He knew that he had fallen for her hard and truly savoured the moments of intimacy with Rose. Surely, she didn’t feel the same, though. This was just something that they did as mates.

Mentally cataloguing everything he could sense as she laid with him came naturally. Her fingers laced in his felt like the perfect fit. The scent of her shampoo was like strawberries and jasmine and Rose. The heat of her body pressed so close to his. He also noticed how aroused he was getting just by their proximity and silently hoped that the case was the same for her.

As the film continued, James quickly realised that it was turning into sex. Really hot, passionate sex — bringing out memories of the one night stand they had. Now all he could think about was her coming undone beneath him. He swallowed thickly and felt his jaw clench. His discomfort wasn't so much due to a scene like that in the movie, but because Rose was sitting there within touching distance and he couldn’t think of anything but how badly he wished that the man and woman on the screen were them.

“I wish I’d had something like that,” Rose muttered, breaking James out of his inappropriate and devilish thoughts. Golden honey eyes stayed transfixed to the screen as the scene became more sexual and intimate, soft touches and quiet declarations of love painted the picture of the relationship between the characters. 

“What do you mean?” James questioned, his eyebrows furrowing. He knew she had been with a boyfriend in the past, but not much about the details aside from his name. Jimmy. Even thinking about him made him feel nauseous.

She sighed, pulling her head away from James’ shoulder. “Just, y’know…” Trailing off, Rose tried again upon seeing the confusion and concern on his face. “Having a guy who actually cares. Who wants to have sex because he wants me, not just to get off.” The words came out bitter on her tongue, however none were directed at James. It seemed like he knew it, too.

Head cocked in curiosity, he continued pressing. “What would you have done if you’d had a man who wasn’t just some sleazy bastard with a guitar?” The question was entirely innocent in his eyes, simply probing for more information on this mysterious ex-boyfriend of hers. 

Not for any particular reason, obviously.

Rose’s face was suddenly coloured red with blush, the question catching her off guard. “Well, uh,” she swallowed nervously, “it would probably start with me straddling his lap.” Her words grew stronger as she felt braver, watching as James took a deep inhale and his jaw twitched. Maybe he was into it? He didn’t seem too opposed by at least the first part of her answer. “I’d grind down to feel him getting hard; feel his hands gripping my hips. Brush my lips against his just enough to tease before he pulls me into a proper snog.” 

James could feel his jim-jams starting to get embarrassingly tight, suddenly thankful for the blanket strewn across their laps. Movie long forgotten, he sat stunned at the words flowing from her mouth. She’s telling him these gorgeous things, all unprompted. This… This fantasy of hers, and he was picturing himself as the man she would be on top of in this theoretical scenario.

“Feel him flip me onto my back, grinding against me. Take each other’s clothes off and just…” She trailed off, looking at the dazed look on his face. Did she just go too far? “James? You okay…?” 

He shook himself out of his reverie. “Yeah, just thinking, erm—” He took a deep breath. “I just don’t know if it was descriptive enough.” 

It came out before he could even think. This was a dangerous game; a fine line he was treading. Would she even want him like that still? Did she think about him as much as he thought about her?

The smile on her face before biting her lower lip at his words said all he needed to know.

Rose moved the blanket off them, her eyes never leaving his. She simply couldn’t tear them away from the searing gaze he gave her as she moved. Adjusting, she moved to straddle his lap, her arms going around his neck and her face close to his. 

“Is this alright?” she asked tentatively. He nodded, automatically placing his hands lightly on her knees. He shuddered at the feeling of her bare skin, her sleep shorts ending at her upper thighs. In another brazen move, she took James’ hands in hers and set them on her waist. Giving just the smallest amount of pressure to indicate that he can touch. That he should touch.

The low groan that came out of his mouth when Rose ground down on his growing erection rumbled through his chest, making its way out of his throat. Gripping her hips tightly, he could barely contain himself, fighting off the urge to thrust up into her. Desperately trying to think of all the reasons this was a bad idea, he couldn’t fight off his desire-filled brain as the sexiest moan slipped out of her lips as she felt him hard against her core, making his blood feel like fire.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as she lowered his forehead to his. James felt her as she leaned in, brushing her lips against his in the lightest of touches. Their foreheads met, both of them quivering in anticipation. His hands drifted to her midriff, her sleep shirt having ridden up, revealing her gorgeous, soft skin that was just calling out for James to touch. Light fingertips grazed her sides as she panted lightly, her breath against his lips stoking the arousal pooling in his stomach and below his waist. “I guess this is the part where I kiss you?” The words came out quieter than he had meant them to. Thankfully, Rose heard and let out some hushed words of her own.

“Please, James—” That was all it took to shatter his resolve.

The fingers on his left hand moved down to dig into her arse while his right hand reached up to tangle his hands in her hair, hauling her mouth against his. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue slipping in while she had the chance. They kissed hard, but it wasn’t just some rough fuck. This was fueled by underlying emotions. By lust and adoration and absolute attraction to mind and body. He could barely think, but his movements were automatic when he remembered what came next.

‘Feel him flip me onto my back, grinding against me.’

Rose let out the most obscene moan as he flipped her with surprising grace and pressed his body against hers. He was big and hot and oh-so hard. She felt herself drenching her knickers at the thought of his cock inside her. The feeling of his fingers trailing down to the waistband of her shorts. “Rose,” he panted. “Can I?”

Feeling her nod frantically, James slipped his hand under the fabric, even going under her knickers. “Ooh,” he groaned, slicking himself up between her lips. “You’re absolutely soaked for me.” His fingers teased her entrance as she moaned, bucking her hips up for some type of friction.

She was able to choke out one word. “Inside.”

He grinned, slowly sliding one of his fingers inside, immediately starting to move gently. “Oh, I've been waiting for this.” His voice was low, sending a jolt of need through her and causing her to throb around the digits currently thrusting inside her. He sped up, adding a second finger and causing her to moan his name like a prayer. “I thought about doing this when I brought you home the first time. Imagining how you would feel, how you would react.” His fingers sped up, starting a nearly punishing rhythm as he curled them upwards into the spongy wall of her cunt.

The familiar tension in her gut came on quickly. “Shit, James, I’m-” She gripped onto the cushion of the couch, arching her back as she came hard. “God, James.” Stars flashed behind her eyes as he drew her orgasm out — paying careful attention to her pleasure. When she finally opened her eyes, he was studying her. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out of her and slipped them into his mouth.

“God, you taste amazing,” he groaned. Sucking his fingers clean, he moved to cover her body with his. “What I would do to taste you properly.” His hands drifted under her shirt and nails scratched against her side. Fingers tangling in his hair, Rose’s mind went blank as he began to bite at her neck.

“Fuck, James—” she whined. “Wait, we — fuck — should move. They’ll be back soon.”

James begrudgingly lifted his head, eyes meeting hers. His pupils were blown with lust and adrenaline. He knew, however, that she was right. He didn’t necessarily want to get caught shagging Rose on the living room couch. Besides, he wanted to really enjoy this. 

“Right,” he said quickly, clearing his throat, “Let’s take this upstairs?” It wasn’t meant to come out as a question. He eased himself off of her and held out his hand in invitation.

The flush on his face and bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms made Rose swoon. He was even more gorgeous than she drunkenly remembered. She took his hand, allowing him to help her up and lead her to the stairs. She couldn’t care less whose room they stumbled into, she just needed him now.

He kicked open the door to his room, which was closer to the staircase. Cloaked in darkness, Rose tried to take a peek inside while it had the sliver of light from the hall. An intricate dark wooden bed frame was the most notable object in the room, adored with dark red sheets, four matching pillows, and a black comforter. A dresser was against the wall, part of the set that went with the bed frame. There was a plain desk and shelves, lined with various knicknacks from his travels. His personal bookshelf was absolutely filled with books, but the room was too dark to see the titles of them. Various pieces of art hung on the walls, making everything seem more personalised. The room was full and cosy and so very James.

Pushing her into the dark room, James slammed the door closed behind them. Before he could move further through the dark, his back hit the door with a thud as Rose pushed him back against it, desperately crashing her lips to his. Her fingers trailed down his body and down to his cock straining against the fabric of his pyjamas, giving him a squeeze. She could feel every inch of him, the light fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.

She felt a rush of wetness between her legs when she heard the grunt he let out when her hand rubbed his cock. He teased her plenty earlier, now it was her turn.

“All this for me?” she whispered into his ear, gripping his cock through his bottoms. “I take it you’ve been thinking about me?” She grinned into his neck as he nodded, hips bucking into her hand as she rubbed him. Her thumb swiped across the head, feeling him leaking slightly and causing a wet spot to form in front of his pyjamas. He could feel her teeth and tongue on his collarbone, slowly making their way up his neck. He couldn’t help the guttural moan that escaped his lips when Rose deftly worked him through the fabric. She bit down lightly on his earlobe, her hot breath against his cheek. “Good, because I’ve been thinking about you.” 

Oh, that did it.

A growl ripped from his throat as he grabbed the back of her thighs, urging Rose to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. She did just that, burying her hands into his hair and nipping at that bottom lip she’s always stared at while he walked them over to his bed. Nearly stumbling on a pair of his trainers that had been carelessly discarded on the floor, they giggled against each other’s lips lightly before sharing another deep kiss. The front of his knees finally hit the mattress, depositing her onto the soft sheets. “God, I’ve wanted you again ever since I saw you walk down the stairs when I moved in.”

“I’ve wanted you again ever since you caught me on those stairs,” Rose gasped. Hands roamed as they worked on divesting each other of their clothes. James’ t-shirt was the first to come off while Rose pulled at the waistband of his jim-jams. 

“Please, James,” she groaned as he pulled her hands off of him, reaching for the hem of her sleep shirt. “Need them off— Please.” She was making sure he knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to give in that easily.

Once he had pulled the shirt off her frame and discarded it to the floor, he made quick work of kissing down to her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble as he rolled them between his fingertips. 

“What, Rose?” he asked, his voice low and sultry. “‘Please’ what?” The words sent a shiver down her spine, her fingers threading through his soft, thick hair. James hadn’t been this sexy and wanton during their drunken shag. It drove her crazy, seeing his eyes burning with pure desire, even in the darkness of his bedroom. She could feel them staring into her soul and breaking down any restraint she tried to form.

“Please fuck me. God, please just fuck me.” It was breathy and full of need. She couldn’t wait anymore. She felt as if she was about to combust.

James sat up as Rose lifted her hips, helping him pull her sleep shorts and knickers down her legs in one go. Her fingers slipped under his waistband and met skin. That’s when she realised that he wasn’t wearing any pants. He was bare against her hand, throbbing as Rose traced his length with just a finger. Barely a ghosting touch, but exhilarating nonetheless.

He couldn’t handle it. Quickly pulling down his pyjama pants, he crawled up the bed, following after Rose as her head hit his pillows. James used the opportunity to truly look at the goddess in his bed. Her golden hair fanned out on the red pillow like pure sunlight, framing her face in this golden aura. Her plump lips were bruised from the desperate snog in the living room, and her eyes were so dark that they nearly reflected the night sky as she laid bare before him. 

“Blimey, you’re so beautiful.” The words came out before he could stop them, and she just melted into the mattress even more. “I can’t believe I get to see you like this. Naked in my bed.” No sweet words were exchanged during their drunken shag. In fact, not many words were exchanged at all. Yet here he was, looking at her like she placed the stars in the sky herself.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” The tone was teasing and light, but there was no mistaking the aroused undertones of it as Rose’s eyes roamed over his body. The planes of his stomach, his v-line leading down to slim hip bones, the smattering of hair on his chest. He was fit but still muscled. Not heavily toned but still strong enough to carry her body weight however he wanted to. Her thoughts were interrupted by James pressing his body against hers, the underside of his cock sliding through her slick folds, eliciting a loud moan from both of them.

He gritted his teeth, willing himself to stay still. “Shit, Rose, I need…” he panted, frantically looking at his bedside table. “I don’t have any condoms.” James mentally cursed himself for not being prepared, even if it meant popping by the store for a simple box of condoms in case he needed them. 

“Don’t need ‘em,” Rose breathed, hips arching up to feel him bare against her. “‘M on the pill.” Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around him, stroking and tightening her grip ever so slightly as she twisted her hand on the upstroke. Feeling her rubbing the head of his cock through her wetness while biting her lip, he let out a long moan as her eyes met his. “Please, James. I need you in me.”

He didn’t have to think twice. Carefully adjusting himself, he slowly slid into her. Her sharp inhale slowed him, giving her time to adjust while placing kisses along her neck, shoulder, collarbone, and really anywhere he could reach. Finally being able to move, James sheathed himself within her. He gasped as he was enveloped in her warmth. She was so hot and tight and wet, and he was so thankful that he was sober and could ingrain this feeling into his brain. Rose’s nails bit into his back and shoulders, certainly leaving marks that will last days; a reminder of this precious moment. Of how he pleasured her so well.

The intimacy of it all was such a stark contrast from their drunken shag. The intentional but caring touches; passionate kisses without the rough clashing of teeth.

After another moment of adjusting and leisurely, gentle thrusts, her hips bucked up into his, indicating that she was ready for more. That she needed more. James’ lips met hers in another desperate, bruising kiss as he began to slowly pull out, groaning into her mouth. Her forehead pressed against his as he thrusted in sharply, punctuating it with a roll of his hips and a shared gasp from both of them. One of her legs wrapped around his hip, the other around his calf, as Rose encouraged him to move, crying out ‘harder’ and ‘more’ and ‘faster’, mingled in with lots of ‘oh, fuck’ and ‘oh, god, James’. The words just drove him further into absolute lust-filled delirium as he did just as she asked. His teeth found his way to her shoulder, sucking a dark purple bruise into her skin. Leaving a reminder of tonight on her for her to see later.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, accompanied by gasps and grunts. He wrapped his left arm under her waist, using his right elbow against the mattress to keep him up, and changed the angle of her hips. Rose cried out as his cock went deeper with each roll of his hips, trying to mimic it to see her fall apart underneath him. The absolute pleasure coursing through her left her with no coherent thoughts except James. The smell of his sweat as his bare chest pressed against hers. The feel of his arms around her, hauling her against him as he fucked her hard and fast. The delicious sounds he made against her neck as his thrusts began to become more consistent and intentional, finding her g-spot and hitting it with each meeting of their hips.

James could feel the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching, his stomach coiling tighter and tighter. Thankfully, it seemed like Rose was approaching the precipice of it with him. 

“Oh, god, Rose,” he groaned into her neck. “Are you close?” He peppered her neck with kisses as he felt her shudder, legs tightening around him as she got closer and closer.

“God yes, James. Fuck. I’m so close. Please, I want you to come inside me.” She pulled his lips back down to theirs, crying out against his mouth. Her fingers were pulling on his hair, desperately trying to convey how badly she wanted him.

He fed into the encouragement blindly as his hips stuttered, staving off the inevitable to bring Rose to completion first. “That’s it, Rose,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and incredibly breathy. “I can feel you getting close. I want you to come for me. Need you to come for me. Shit, you feel so good.” He was rambling at that point, practically begging for her to join him.

“So close. Gonna come—” Rose choked out, one hand trailing down to rub against her clit, inadvertently brushing against the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from the man above her. Her thighs quivered as the string pulled more and more taut inside her.

“Come for me, love. That’s it. Fuck, you’re absolutely beautiful.”

That did it. Her orgasm came crashing down on her. Rose threw her head back, letting out the filthiest moan James had ever heard as her walls tightened around him, triggering his own release. He grunted through it, emptying himself into her as she came down from her high, her legs keeping his hips tight against hers. His head was spinning and sparks flashed behind his eyelids as he tried to regain his awareness. 

As he came back to reality, soft hands rubbed his back as he held himself up on shaky arms, panting harshly. Carefully, he rolled over, wincing as his already-softening cock slipped out of her. Blindly reaching over onto his bedside table, a box of tissues were quickly brought over. James took the liberty of cleaning Rose up tenderly, smiling and softly meeting her eyes softly. An unspoken agreement between them that this wasn’t just sex but something else entirely.

He tossed the tissues into the trash can, reaching down to pull the sheets up over them. He grinned as Rose crawled into his embrace, laying against his side and sighing in contentment as his heart beat against her ear. A leg draped over his own and the room settled, silent confessions hanging heavily in the air. This wasn’t just a naked cuddle after just sex. James wouldn’t want anything but this post-coital bliss at this moment.

“That was… wow,” Rose murmured against his chest, fingers drawing patterns in the light bit of hair on his chest.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” James smiled and closed his eyes, turning his head pressing a kiss to her hair. In a domestic way. Shit. He realised what he had done, frantically looking down at the blonde goddess in his arms. Her hands cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. Copper eyes met his, flickering down to his lips. “Rose, I’m sorry if—”

“Do that again,” she said in a breathy whisper, cutting him off from starting his anxious rambling.

His lips met hers passionately, Rose leaning closer onto him, almost in his lap. James’ hands automatically wrapped around her, both of them tangled in the red sheets of his bed. Shared moans and gasps fueled his desire, hardening under the blanket as Rose’s hand began to wander down towards his cock. Right as they began to get lost in the exploration of each other’s mouths, the door swung open.

“Oi, we’re back. Did you finish up with—” It was like a record scratch — everyone froze. Donna’s eyes went wide at James and Rose in bed together. “Bloody hell, James! Lock your door!” the ginger exclaimed, covering her eyes and quickly backing out of the room. 

Mortified, Rose pulled the sheets up against her fully as he made sure the situation in his lap wasn’t visible to his sister, who really should have known better than to just barge into his room unannounced. Well, maybe not, but still. It didn’t make the entire thing not feel like an eternity where his stomach was clawing out of his throat in embarrassment.

James frantically tried to untangle himself from the sheets, feet meeting the floor as he attempted to pull his pyjama pants back on. His foot caught on the pant leg, sending him tumbling onto the floor. 

“Donna! Wait!” James called after her as he tried to make his way to the door. His bottoms were still tangled around his ankles, a failed attempt at modesty. And the worst part?

Rose couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing.

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FUCK-A-THON MASTERLIST

This is incredibly overdue, my apologies, but here's a masterlist of every "First Time" submission we got for the fuck-a-thon!

Every Lovely Little Thing by @thirdeyeblue (20k)

On their first night together after years of separation, the Doctor and Rose finally give in to their long-buried feelings, exploring their love for the very first time.

2. see the stars by @queenofthecon (6.5k)

“Sorry,” he said with a grin, not sorry at all, still with his hand cradling her face. “It’s just that I realised I can do that now, I can just kiss you in the morning, well, whenever I fancy really, if you’re amenable. And the thought crossed my mind like, ‘well, why aren’t you kissing Rose right now?’ and here we are. Kissing.”

Post-Journey's End, the Doctor and Rose navigate his newfound humanity together.

3. Irresistible by @dreamcaught (6k)

When they were together before, the Doctor never felt those urges, but he's always wanted to be with her in whatever way he knew how. Rose reflects on how their relationship has grown and changed since the love of her life has become human, and they decide together to explore a physical relationship for the very first time.

4. Hunger by @metacrisisdoctor (5k)

His hands are out his pockets milliseconds later. He walks over to her in three large steps and cups her face in her hands and pulls her mouth to his. It's a hard, bruising kiss. It's a kiss he's held in far too long. It's the kiss of a man who stood at the grave of the woman he loves, and has been gifted with her resurrection.

5. Forever by @demdifferentstories-29 (5.5k)

The Doctor and Rose's night in Norway after saving the universe(s) leads to big steps in their relationship, because they finally have their forever.

6. barcelona by @hellaleg (7k)

“I would wait forever for you, Rose. You are it for me. And now I’m here with you with none of the things that were holding me back before and I’m ready to dive headfirst with you.” He places a soft kiss on her knuckles. “But only if you are too.” --- Not everything is easy for Rose & the Doctor back in Pete's World, but the one thing that is is loving one another.

7. Patience by @demdifferentstories-29 (6.5k)

One month after the Metacrisis was born and chosen by Rose Tyler, the pair are living in domestic bliss and their lives are perfect. However, they haven't had sex yet, and the tension and frustration is starting to boil over.

8. Loving the Insatiable by @thirdeyeblue (16k)

The Doctor is trapped in a hotel where aliens have pumped in a bunch of mind-altering pollen in order to 'humanely incapacitate' the people within.

The former Time Lord is forced to quarantine inside until the effects wear off... during which time he has suspiciously avoided contacting Rose.

Meanwhile, Rose finds herself desperately trying to figure out how to help him. Why is he so hesitant to explain the full extent of his symptoms?