#tentoorose smut

[thirdeyeblue]

Eager to start a family with Rose, the Doctor tries out an unconventional technique to increase their chances of conceiving.

Pairing: Tentoo x Rose

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.8k

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Crack, Humor, Established Relationship

[Ao3]

This fic is the result of a conversation that took place on the Tentoo x Rose Discord server involving  [this image], as brought to our attention by the wonderful @badxwolfxrising​​ (read everything she writes!). The thought was: if cheetahs can bark to trigger ovulation, what if Time Lords could as well? The waffle bit is because, when googling how to write out a bark phonetically, for some asinine reason, “waffle” was one of the examples given- which is absurd. So… It’s gonna sound absurd here, too.

I hope you enjoy it regardless.

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Rose yawned into the open air as she entered the kitchen, pushing her arms high above her head to initiate a satisfying stretch.

Their cozy little house was warm and welcoming in the early morning; the sun’s rays shining through the cracks in the curtains and painting strips of light across the tiled floor.

She smiled when she saw the Doctor standing at the counter with his back to her, surprised to find he was still in his dressing gown. He always woke up before her, but even though all bets were off once they were inside their bedroom, it was rare to see him start the day without a suit, or, at the very least, a t-shirt and jeans. 

It might have been a Saturday, but it was already eight in the morning... Practically afternoon for her husband.

He spun around when he sensed her entrance, his hair in beautiful disarray, a mug in each hand, and a particularly mischievous gleam in his eye.

Tilting his head forward, he peered over his specs at her.

"Waffles?”

Rose eyed him suspiciously as she sat at the table. He had a very sort of pre-metacrisis energy to him, so it was best to be on high alert.

“Mm... Sorry?”

The partial Time Lord cleared his throat. “Oh, right. Sorry, erm… Feeling peckish, love?” He walked over to the table and slid her mug over to her, flashing a smirk. “Bit of breakfast?”

“Ooh, ta,” she moaned quietly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Sure. What’d you have in-“

“Waffles! I was thinking. Y’know… Waffles? Love a good waffle, don’t you? Delicious. Brilliant invention, waffles. Waffle cones, as well. Did you know, Rose Tyler, that I invented the waffle cone? World’s Fair, St. Louis, 1904. All the credit goes to that Fornachou bloke, but it was I who made the suggestion once he ran out of ice cream cups. My fifth incarnation was rather fond of waffles, actually.”

“You’re saying ‘waffle’ an awful lot.”

The Doctor was now crouching at the cabinet beside the fridge, reaching deep inside. He cast a glance over his shoulder. “Am I?” He turned back, removing the waffle iron and jumping to his feet, kicking the cabinet door closed. “Anyway, I said to him, ‘You know, Arnold- Arnie, if I may- have you seen all the waffles they’ve got next door? D’ya reckon maybe we could roll those up and put the ice cream inside of those instead?’ Needless to say, it was a hit… as most of my ideas often are.” He winked before clunking the heavy iron down on the counter. 

Rose covered her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as she yawned again.

“Sorry, bit exhausted… That’s, erm, great, Doctor.” She nodded with a sleepy, reassuring smile. “Waffles sound great.”

His eyebrows shot up. “They sound great, do they?” His gaze slowly drifted down her body, seeming to land somewhere around her belly. “Do you feel-... How do you feel?” His eyes snapped back up to hers, and once again, she was wrinkling her brow at him.

“Erm… Fine, I suppose?” She turned on her chair to face him more directly. “Why? You’re acting… a bit odd.” 

The Doctor’s eyes widened. “What? No! No, I mean- sorry. I was just… Well.” He offered a huge, manic grin that only served to highlight the off-kilter nature of his behavior. “No matter. Think I’ll just go ahead and get started on those waffles.” 

“Yeah… alright.” Rose narrowed her eyes at him before taking another sip of tea. 

She rarely looked away from the bizarre energy dripping from this lunatic she loved so much as he bounced around the kitchen, seamlessly inserting at least twelve other waffle-related anecdotes along the way. 

It was odd indeed, but in two years of living with this man, Rose was nothing if not excellent at rolling with the punches. There’s only so much normalcy you can expect from a 900-year-old former time-traveling alien, anyway- one who already had a tendency to regress to childlike behavior once he got excited enough about something.

If children could be the smartest beings in the universe.

Regardless, she was never going for "normal". This sort of madness was one of the things that made her love him in the first place, and she was grateful for his innate ability to keep her on her toes. That was life with the Doctor before, and that was how it would continue to be for the rest of their lives.

Rose didn't mind one bit, of course.

After she finished off her tea, she carried her mug to the sink, taking care to wash up so she could take up her proud role as sous chef.

x

As the pair finished up their breakfast, the Doctor hopped up, insisting Rose stay seated as he cleared their plates away.

She didn’t fight him on it, still basking in the glow of their delicious meal. He’d made perfect waffles, decorating Rose's thick, Belgian squares with a heart of whipped cream dotted with strawberries. He'd even gone so far as to fish their jar of hot fudge from the overflowing door of the fridge, garnishing her plate with a little chocolate-painted heart for good measure. 

He was in an especially lovey-dovey mood today, even for him.

Then, while Rose was scrolling absentmindedly on her mobile, he suddenly appeared back at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at the unexpected touch, looking up at him with an amused expression. 

"Blimey, ought to put a bell on you," she teased.

He smiled fondly at her. “Good waffles?” 

Warmth spread through every inch of her as she returned his loving gaze. “The best.” She reached up with spread fingers and wiggled them for him, giggling when he gripped her hand and lifted her to her feet like she weighed nothing at all.

Her laughter stopped when her eyes met his; instantly encountering a deep and latent heat she wasn’t expecting after the lighthearted conversations that’d carried them through breakfast.

Where had that come from? 

Her face flushed under the very unforeseen weight of his stare, and she bit down on her lip, feeling her body beginning to respond before she’d had so much as five seconds to process the shift in mood. 

Her tall, gangly brunette of a best mate might be her husband now, but it still took very little for her to be reduced to butterflies around him. 

A second later, his hands were on her hips; his gaze once again falling towards her abdomen and lower.

“How do you feel?” His eyes slowly traveled back up to meet hers, and there it was again- that bit of mischief. It was carved into the lines around his eyes and the upturned corners of his lips, riddled with expectation and unspoken plans.

“I noticed you’re still in your dressing gown," he added. "Funny thing about that?… So am I. And do you know what, Rose Tyler?” He pulled her hips to his quite suddenly, and she gasped; not expecting to feel him fully hard against her. He lowered his voice.

“I might have an idea for how we could celebrate a lovely breakfast.” 

Rose slid her tongue across her lips, contending with an unexpected wave of arousal and smirking when the Doctor stared at her mouth.

“We’re celebrating breakfast now?" She leaned in a little closer, nearly whispering. "... Or is it that you’re just looking for an excuse to shag in the kitchen?”

The Doctor’s eyebrows drew together. “Since when were those things mutually exclusive?” He reached up to place his palm on her cheek, then quickly removed his hand to press the backs of his fingers to her forehead, all while attempting to distract her with a subtle grind of his hips into hers.

Rose jerked her head back, turning her face to the side and once again narrowing her eyes at him.

“Did you just check my temperature?... And why do you keep doing that?”

He cut himself off from staring wistfully at her abdomen, meeting her eyes with an innocent expression. 

“Doing what?” 

Rose rolled her eyes. “Looking at my… belly! That’s like, the fifth time I’ve caught you doing that. Have I put on weight or something?”

This horrified the Doctor, whose eyes widened in time with the dropping of his jaw. 

“Wh-what? No! Blimey, no. If anything, you’ve lost weight. Which, frankly, is something I’d like to change, hence the waffles… But not in the way you think!... Erm, alright. While we’re on the topic, did you like those waffles? Always meant to make you waffles.”

“Doctor.”

“Hm?” He pinched his lips together, raising his eyebrows at her. 

“Let’s just forget it, alright?” Biting down on a teasing little smirk, Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, deliberately pressing her breasts against his chest and bringing her lips right up to his. She closed her eyes, whispering into his mouth. 

“Was sort of under the impression you were getting ready to fuck me.”

The Doctor’s breath caught, knees nearly buckling as his arms slid around her waist. “Ooh.” He backed her up to the table and drew his face away from hers, flashing a wicked grin. “Oh, yes.”

In seconds, he’d tugged the tie of her dressing gown loose and pushed the silky, pink fabric from her shoulders, carefully lifting her onto the table by her hips. All she'd been wearing beneath was a pair of pink knickers, which he made short work of, drawing them down her legs and tossing them elsewhere before standing before her.

Now fully naked before him, Rose blushed all the way down to her chest, twirling her hair around her finger with one hand and wrapping the other around the edge of the table.

The Doctor’s eyes scanned her body hungrily as he hastily took to removing his own gown, dropping the plaid garment to the floor and revealing himself to her in all of a few seconds.

Rose gasped, drinking in all six feet of pale, lean, beautiful Doctor- one who’d been wearing absolutely nothing beneath that bloody gown all this god-forsaken time. 

It was difficult to force her eyes to return to his face, but once they did, her brow furrowed tightly, noticing he was staring almost sadly at the junction of her thighs.

Not a common expression for him to be wearing when faced with that particular part of Rose.

“Doctor?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, quickly shaking his head before looking up at her with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I was just… I was… Oh, to hell with it. Look at you.” 

Stepping between her legs, the Doctor grabbed her by the hips, dragging her to the very edge of the table and bouncing his eyebrows when he made her squeak in surprise.

She tucked her tongue into the corner of a grin, but soon found herself pulled taut with anticipation as the former Time Lord took to teasing her already-sensitized skin.

Sliding his hands along the outside of her legs until he reached her knees, the Doctor leaned in close, pressing his lips gently to hers while his touch began its journey inward. 

Rose shook when she felt his fingertips skimming along her inner thighs, guiding her legs further apart while he sucked her lower lip tenderly; moving his body just a little closer with each centimeter he advanced towards her center.

Before long, he was there; tickling the coarse hair over her mons in an effort to awaken every last nerve ending that wasn’t already screaming for his attention.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth while teasing his fingertips along her slit, moaning at the involuntary whimper he drew from the depths of her throat. A second later, he slid two long fingers inside of her without any warning whatsoever, and Rose jerked her hips forward with a surprised gasp.

While he continued his exploration of her mouth with his soft tongue, his skilled hand never stopped working on her; dipping into her slick warmth with shallow strokes before withdrawing to slowly rub away the aching need in her clit.

She did break away then; sucking in a broken gasp and exhaling in a curse. Her eyes opened in hopes of drinking in the Doctor’s trademark ‘You had better believe I’m about to shag you senseless, Rose Tyler’ stare, but instead, she was greeted with that same almost wistful look of longing, which was directed not at her face, but her abdomen… Or perhaps her crotch. It was difficult to tell.

“D-Doctor?” She tilted her head to bring more of her face into his line of sight. “What is it?”

He paused the movement of his fingers and swallowed roughly, meeting her eyes with a tinge of guilt before his expression softened. 

“Oh, nothing- it’s nothing.” He paused. “Erm. Well… That is to say, it’s nothing important.” With a sexy little smile, he withdrew his hand from between her legs to spread her moisture over the head of his cock, and Rose's breath caught, watching him closely.

Taking himself in hand, the Doctor stepped closer, tracing her slit down to her entrance and lowering his voice until it was this dark, ruined thing. “Talk about it later?”

Rose nodded slowly, catching her breath. “Y-yeah. Okay.”

The Doctor smirked. “Mhm… Thought so.” 

Staring deeply into her eyes, he grit his teeth and began to push into her with a long, agonizingly slow thrust.

They both trembled at their joining, moaning quietly in tandem until his hips pressed firmly into hers. Then he dropped his forehead to hers, panting softly.

“Fuck, Rose…” He kissed her again, just a peck, then withdrew and entered her hard and slow, lifting a choked sob from her lips.

Turns out, it’s quite difficult to worry about unusual behavior when your gorgeous husband sets about fucking you on the kitchen table with his fantastic cock, so Rose decided it was best to just let it fall by the wayside. 

Well… Not that she had much choice, as her brain and body were quickly swept up in the hard slap of his hips against the backs of her thighs, the perfect way his thick length caressed her inner walls, and the stunning, melodic sounds of his low and guttural moans as he filled her again and again. So complete, so perfect; he hit her just right each time and he was well aware; spurred on by every little reaction while he plunged in deep, then deeper, and deeper, and-

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Rose whined, wrapping her legs around his hips and tilting her head back. “Please… Doctor… Please.”

He hummed happily, wrapping one arm around her waist as he slid his free hand to where they were joined. “That’s it, Rose…” He pushed his thumb up through her folds, sliding over her clit and fluttering softly over the swelling bud in time with each thrust.

Suddenly, it was overwhelming in the most delicious way; every nerve in her body on red alert while the Doctor drove into her faster with firm, angled thrusts. 

Rose was teetering, half-delirious, barely able to make out the sounds coming out of her own mouth while she was fucked good and properly by the man she adored with her entire soul. Nothing could ever top getting to have sex with him. Nothing. 

The Doctor’s gaze burned into hers, locked on, watching the pleasure building behind her eyes with intense and rapt captivation until he knew she was there- right there- she just needed… she needed-

 “I want to watch you come,” he ground out desperately. “Let go for me, love… Let go."

It took less than ten seconds after that for both of them to fall together; the power of Rose’s release triggering that of her husband until they were left trembling and laughing breathlessly in each other’s arms. 

It’d all happened so quickly and intensely that Rose forgot she’d even been concerned with anything, now coasting on the waves of loving bliss while they spent the next several minutes snogging between bouts of giggles and musings about their day off.

No matter... It probably wasn’t that important anyway.

x 

So, his first attempt had been a flop.

It’d been less than 48 hours since Rose expressed her interest in having a child, and the Doctor had been loops and leaps and mountains over the moon. New, new, new Doctor, new human, new ghastly human lifespan, very minimal time to lose. 

He had to work quickly.

There was an ancient saying on Gallifrey; one which made a lot more sense (and sounded much more eloquent) in his mother tongue: 

“For when the waffle-calling dogs come home, the babe is sure to follow.”

Every Time Lord and Gallifreyan grew up hearing the legend told as fact, even revering the dogs in a similar vein to the way human children view the stork.

The sentiment, of course, was obsolete by the time the Doctor came around, being that traditional reproduction was no longer utilized. 

The power, however, remained… hopefully.

Rose wasn’t Gallifreyan, but the Doctor had a good feeling that he’d be able to make it work. He just needed to be charismatic about it.

Hopefully!

A Gallifreyan male, Time Lord or not, had the power to trigger ovulation by reciting the bark of the only dogs known to his home planet. That being said, being that the Doctor wasn’t a complete moron, he figured he’d sound a bit mad to Rose if he started his waffle-barks at random.

No, his best bet was to find a way to cram as many mentions of the word ‘waffle’ into regular conversation as possible. He’d likely still sound like a bit of a nutter, but he was confident he could write it off as an overabundance of enthusiasm regarding a scrumptious and fulfilling breakfast.

So he set his plan in motion, putting out the proverbial Gallifreyan mating call over thirty times in hopes of readying the womb of his mate to accept his essence; his life force. The seeds of his labor indeed.

It was difficult to keep from staring at her abdomen, getting lost in daydreams of what it’d look like rounded with the presence of the child they’d have made together. The Doctor and Rose, the one true pairing of the multiverse; madly in love and bringing life into the world together in the throes of good, hot, marital lovemaking. 

Their mutually-appreciated favorite pastime. 

Which they’d have to get a whoooole lot of done before their baby came into the world… 

The Doctor shuddered to imagine how he’d handle the weeks he wouldn’t be allowed inside of her after the fact, but nevertheless, it wasn’t relevant now. They had plenty of time.

Except for the fact that his own personal rendition of waffle-calling hadn’t proven fruitful that morning…

He’d taken care to observe Rose as he quite casually and surreptitiously inserted the word into their morning conversation, but even as their exchange went on, the Doctor was disheartened that she wasn’t exhibiting any symptoms of ovulation yet. The only box she checked was sexual arousal, but… well.

He’d never had any problems in that department, of course.

His final test had been to feel between her legs once he’d gotten her good and riled up, but he was disappointed to find she wasn’t the right consistency for ovulation.

That alone had proven to be quite complicated indeed; touching his wife’s lovely, wet, and welcoming sex with enthusiastic fingers and experiencing any emotion other than unbridled joy. 

He was able to bypass that fairly quickly, though- having a nice little kitchen table quickie to start the day.

A huge part of him knew he shouldn’t try to rush things. He loved Rose unconditionally. Eternally! He was elated just to have her in his life at all, and getting to kiss and shag her, sleep beside her, steal glances at her whenever he wanted, well, that was all more than enough. Of course it was. He was absolutely enamored with his precious girl.

It’s just… She had to go and say it, damn it. Now that she put the image in his head, he couldn’t shake it. 

A family with Rose Tyler was a pipe dream before, and now it was within reach! Of course he would do anything he could to ensure that future for them.

So he slipped on his thinking cap and went back to the private drawing board of his mind.

When finally, the right idea came to him, he couldn’t wait to try it out. He just had to wait until she would least suspect it.

x

The Doctor stood at the end of the dark hallway as he listened to the quiet sounds of Rose emptying their laundry into the wash, his back pressed to the wall around the corner at the end of the hall.

He waited until he heard her shut the metal door, followed by the little beeps and turns signaling she was starting up the machine.

When she was all finished up, he stood on guard until he heard the soft click of the laundry room door, sealing off and muffling the sounds of the water filling the drum.

Rose was already heading his way, he realized with a rush. His still-superior hearing could pick up on the soft padding of her feet across the carpet as she advanced on the corner he was hiding behind. He took a breath and briefly licked his lips. It was time.

“Rrrrufff.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and he froze, waiting to hear her reaction.

“... Doctor?” Her voice was soft, but apprehensive. 

Pushing off the wall, the Doctor stepped out from the shadows; hands in his pockets as he turned around the corner to meet Rose’s inquisitive stare.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He slipped his hands out and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with all of the swagger of a man who was perhaps just a little too confident in a plan that still had the potential to go quite terribly wrong. 

Then he smirked.

“Arrrruff.”

Rose’s mouth opened and shut slowly a few times as her brow knit tightly together. She tilted her head to the side.

 “Uh oh... Are you ill? D’ya need me to grab the thermometer?”

The Doctor frowned. Well, that simply wouldn’t do.

“Roooose.” He closed the remaining distance and gently grasped her shoulder, shaking her a little bit and glancing down at her lower abdomen. “You feeling alright?” He met her eyes again. “Err… different, I should say?” An abrupt throat-clearing. “How are you feeling, love? My sweet, sweet, beautiful, erm… angel?”

Rose turned a bemused expression on him. “Sorry, are you feeling alright, mate? You’ve been acting a little strange today.” She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one side, arching a brow as she stared up at her husband. “ Also, I could’ve sworn you just barked. Just a moment ago.”

He shrugged, knowing he likely had an evil glint in his eye that could only spell promise. 

Not that she needed to know that.

“I don’t know, Rose… What if I did?” He smirked devilishly, leaning in closer. “Rrrruff.”

Rose sucked in a breath and froze, standing stock still for a few seconds just before reaching to press her hand into her lower abdomen. 

“Ooh…”

The Doctor was before her at once, dropping the act and placing his hand gently over the one on her abdomen. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and looked her up and down, looking for any sign of internal or external bleeding, or perhaps a spontaneous broken bone.

“What is it, Rose? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” 

She laughed quietly. “It’s alright. I’m alright. S’just, felt a little bit of pain for a second, but…” She paused again, then slowly turned her head upward, meeting his gaze with eyes that’d grown remarkably dark. 

The corners of her lips turned up in a sly little smile.

The Doctor gulped, wondering if maybe… Possibly…

Rose slid her pink, pretty little tongue across her full, curved lips and batted her eyes up at him. Her voice dropped until it was low and husky. 

“Could you maybe, I don’t know… do that again?” 

Oh. 

Oh, yes. 

This was a very good sign.

The Doctor poked his tongue between his teeth as he grinned at her, placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her back towards the wall. 

“Do… what, Rose?” He inquired oh-so-innocently, arching a brow and pressing her into the wall before moving his hands slowly down her sides. “What would you like me to do?”

She drew a shaky breath as his palms reached the hem of her top, sliding beneath and bunching the fabric as he stroked back up along her ribs. “Th-the… barking thing,” she breathed, eyes sliding shut. The Doctor smirked, leaning in until he could rest his forehead on hers.

“Rrrruff ,” he obeyed, adding a bit more gusto to his far more impassioned reiteration. “Rrrrrrruff.”

Rose panted quietly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and digging her fingers into his thick hair. “Oh fuck, why is that making me s-s-sooo…”

Acting on impulse, the Doctor hastily gripped the waistband of her jimjams and shoved them to the floor with a growl.  

He thought, or rather- felt, on an intrinsic level- ‘Mine’. Yeah, that old cliche, but damn it, was it true. Make no mistake- Rose was his, and at that moment, he recognized that sentiment with a keenness bordering just this side of animalistic. He leaned in close, bending his head towards her.

“Making you so… what, sweetheart?” he breathed, pressing her firmly back against the wall while he slid a hand between her legs to pet her softly. He lowered his lips to hers until they barely touched, swallowing her little mewls, but he didn’t kiss her- not yet.

Rose writhed and twitched against his teasing touches. “S-so…”

The Doctor hummed. “So… wet?” He then pressed up and parted her folds with the slide of two fingers. “Because that, I can assure you…” He turned his head, bringing his lips to the shell of her ear, “… you most definitely are.”

He continued to glide through her slick flesh while she rocked against his hand, and the Doctor growled again at the feeling of her so hot and wet and pulsing; the perfect consistency for ovulation. 

She would most certainly be rewarded for that.

Rose’s hips lurched forward. “Please,” she squeaked, shaking all over when he started prodding the underside of her clit. “Doctor…”

“You’re ovulating, Rose,” he purred against her lips, dragging his free hand down along her side until he could cup her bum with a hard squeeze. “Your body is practically screaming for me to fuck you. Right here, right now, right in this hallway… Maybe even right against this wall. What do you think?”

Rose groaned, throwing her head back into that wall with a thud as she bared her teeth to him.

Oh, he loved when her arousal drove her straight to the edge of sanity. His sweet, sexy little Rose; so easy to work into a frenzy.

“K-keep talking to me like that and it won’t just be my body screaming for it, y-you tease,” she muttered.

Slowing his strokes, the Doctor pulled back a little, fixing her with an intense stare as his fingers came to a stop between her legs. 

“Sorry, are you implying that you’d like for me to fuck you, Rose Tyler?” He held her gaze as he lifted his hand between their faces, eyes digging into hers as he sucked her gorgeous fluids from his fingers. Rose ground out a strangled moan at the sight and he had to fight from doing the same, directing some of his tension into how tightly he clung to the curve of her bum with his other hand.

She tasted just exquisite to him; like the light of Eärendil in the phial of Galadriel. It could forever serve as a light for him in dark places- when all other lights go out.

“Tell me,” he murmured through lips still dampened by her sex, lowering that same hand to the fastening of his trousers and slipping the button free. As he slowly pushed the zipper down along the teeth, he was throbbing and rigid and desperate to be inside of her, but he loved this little game… He’d most assuredly see it through. “You had better tell me you want me to fuck you, Rose.”

She whimpered when he used one hand to push both his trousers and his pants off in one go, kicking them to the side without letting go of his grip on her backside. “I…”

He pressed his forehead to hers, adding enough pressure to push her head back into the wall slowly. He started to run his palm from her bum down the back of her thigh, landing just behind her knee, where he began to raise her leg to his hip. “You… what?” Taking himself in hand, he split her folds with a roll of his hips, repeatedly teasing from her entrance to her hot, throbbing little button. She cried out on a gasp, stuttering out little moans while he worked his friction against her. 

“Tell me what you want,” he growled. “Tell me, Rose… Please.”

“I- ahhh,” she squeezed her eyes shut. “I w-want you to fuck me,” she whined breathily, rocking her clit against his smooth length; thoroughly slickened by her folds. “Oh god…”

Then the Doctor pushed himself right against her entrance, exhaling a ragged, labored breath. 

“Look at me, Rose.”

She did; her eyes begging.

He smirked. “Too bad.”

Dropping down to his knees before her, he hiked her leg over his shoulder, nuzzling her curls with a low, deep growl as he inhaled the scent of her. He could smell her body preparing her for fertilization, and his cock throbbed for her- but he had to taste her first. 

He refused to deny himself this.

Looking up at the ravishing vision that was panting and writhing above him, the Doctor was disappointed to see her eyes still closed tightly.

“Rose,” he whispered between her legs, mouth beginning to water as he fought to cling to what frayed threads of restraint he still had some grasp of.

Her eyes opened slowly, and he locked on to her stare, holding it silently for a few seconds to make sure he had her full and undivided attention.

“I want you to watch,” he commanded.

Rose buried her hands in his hair and moistened her lips, nodding hastily. He smiled, then dove straight in, treating her to a few long, sweeping laps through her slit before pulling her clit between his lips and sucking softly.

She tasted divine; pulsing against the seal of his lips and the flat of his tongue while she mewled through heavy tremors. The Doctor would never stop loving this; doing this to the woman he worshiped. Not even later down the line, when she was so pregnant that she’d just about topple over onto him in this position. He didn’t care. He was addicted to the taste of Rose Tyler; life-giving nectar that it was. He loved the way she flowed around his eager tongue; indulged in the concentration of hormones as her body generated copious amounts of lubrication to prepare her for his cock. 

For all of the grief he’d given humans; all of the lamenting about now being one; this particular aspect of human physiology overwhelmed him in the most astonishing ways. This dripping, delectable, irrefutable proof that Rose wanted him just as desperately as he wanted her, and oh, it was glorious. He couldn’t help but smile as he flicked his tongue over her clit, staring up at her through hazy, happy eyes.

“Doctor, please,” she gasped after a shivery exhale, and the Doctor slowed, but didn’t stop, raising an eyebrow at her. 

She bit her lip and quickly released it, squeezing her fingers in his hair. “I want you to come with me.”

Invigorated by her request, the Doctor placed a lingering kiss on her slit, then he was on his feet, lifting and encouraging her to jump and wrap her legs around him. She giggled at his abrupt shift, but soon, he was carrying her away from the wall and heading straight for their room.

“Grrrrrrr,” he rumbled into her ear, nipping at her earlobe when she moaned in response. A superpower indeed. A giddy smile crossed his lips.

Rose was furiously attempting to undo the buttons of his oxford while he carried her, but the position made it difficult, so she eventually gave up and just allowed herself to be transported, which thankfully didn’t take long.

Shortly after the Doctor kicked their door open, he gently placed Rose at the edge of the bed, watching her remove her shirt with hungry eyes while he rushed through the remaining buttons of his oxford. When there were just a few left, Rose- now completely bare- batted his hands away and grabbed both sides of his opened top, tearing the rest of it apart and sending buttons flying everywhere.

The Doctor didn’t even care about how expensive the shirt was.

Now bare before his lover, his cock stood proud and ready as he prepared himself to ravage her, taking her face in both hands and dropping his lips to hers.

As he kissed her with latent affection; a slow and deliberate tenderness amidst the somewhat primal direction their evening had taken; he lowered one hand down between her legs to make sure she was still good and ready for him. 

He could have laughed when he discovered how unnecessary that little exploration was, and he broke away, leaving Rose with one more peck before staring heatedly into her big, hazel eyes. 

Rose got his unspoken message, placing her hands down on either side of her hips to begin shifting further back on the bed. The Doctor’s eyes roved over every visible speck of porcelain skin as she did so, lingering on her tight, dripping curls and her perfect, pink nipples. He’d been neglecting those… It was high time he remedied that.

As soon as she was a sufficient distance from the edge, he crawled over her slowly, boring into her with his dark and predatory stare. 

He lowered his mouth to her left breast, pulling her nipple between his lips with soft, rhythmic sucks while he dropped his hips to rock his length back through her slick folds. He made sure he continuously nudged her clit, sliding wetly against her, moaning low and long and drinking in every needy, helpless little sound he drew from her. 

The Doctor was so, so ready to become one with her, and he looked up into her eyes again, suddenly pulled from the fog of heated passion when he saw the emotion she was radiating back at him. He released her nipple, pressing a soft farewell kiss to the damp, hardened flesh before cupping her cheek with a smile.

It was one of those moments where he was able to step outside of himself and remember just how bloody lucky he was. Not only to have reunited with the woman he’d loved more than anyone in nearly a millennium of life, but to get to share this new life with her. 

Ever since they were left on that beach together and abruptly thrust into honest romance for the very first time, eureka moments were a regular occurrence for them, but this one felt particularly special…

They were going to start a family together.

Rose, bless her, had accepted him straight away when they were left behind.

When they were first exiled together in Pete’s World, there was a little bit of devastation and bitterness regarding the other ‘him’. The one who’d left. Of course there was, and not just for Rose… But she didn’t have nine hundred years of dealing with himself to have expected it or handled it accordingly.

Alas, she did her best not to take it out on the new ‘him’, and she actually did a pretty phenomenal job, all things considered.

They had their trying moments. There was still a great deal of reconnecting after so much time apart, and even once the sting of losing the Time Lord faded away, there was still that one bit... You know, the one about how they’d only ever been best mates before, and suddenly they were trapped in a parallel world after not seeing each other for years; their previously repressed feelings having been dragged out into the open.

It took getting used to.

Thankfully, the love was always there, and in what felt like no time, they absolutely flourished together.

Rose Tyler was now his wife. 

Rose bloody Tyler!

There she was, lying naked before him; his beautiful wife and lover eagerly awaiting his next move.

He kept himself pressed to her entrance as he leaned over and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, encouraging her to lift her head so he could slide it beneath. He wanted her close for this; needed her face perfectly in line with his. 

He kissed her slowly for a moment, barely tapping the tip of his tongue to hers when their lips parted. She hummed and he moaned and they clung to each other, flushed and breathless when he broke away from her. He smiled down at her.

“I love you,” he professed with raw, bleeding reverence, letting his guard down and pulling her in. Rose swallowed hard, tearing up already, and she smiled back.

“I love you.” She slid her hand back into his hair. “My Doctor.”

His single heart clenched, and he reached between them, slickening himself in her folds before pressing at her entrance.

“You’re going to make an incredible mother to our child,” he murmured with a smile.  "I mean it."

Then he began to sink into her, engulfing his length in her slick, searing heat. He was tapped into the way her eyes glazed over as he buried himself deep, wasting no time before he began to move with long, determined strokes.

Rose had the most beautiful, perfect body the Doctor had ever seen or licked or touched, and he worshiped it; loved the way her little curves molded into the sharp edges of his frame. She was soft and tactile and very vocal when they made love, which he also thoroughly adored; always taking advantage of his favorite ways to draw out and amplify her sensations.

Her sweet little noises continued to rise in pitch and frequency while he rocked with her, linking their fingers together and pressing their hands into the pillow above her head. He kissed her eyebrow, then her temple, then trailed kisses down the side of her face, moaning directly against the warm skin of her cheek when he felt her shivering beneath him.

Already so lost to her, the Doctor laid his forehead against hers and stared down at her while he fucked her, moving a hand to her thigh and gripping it tightly. He whispered her name over and over as an endless melody of high-pitched moans and cries and pleas fell from her lips, half-delirious; still on a razor’s edge from the clever work of his lips and tongue when he'd held her against the wall.

There was always that little part of him- a ‘shoulder Time Lord’, if you must- who wondered how in the universe he could’ve kept this sort of intimacy from their relationship when he was just one man. He’d always known on an almost spiritual level just how profound it would be to indulge in this sort of thing with Rose. He’d never had chemistry like that with anyone else; never loved anyone the way he loved her. 

Though the more rational side of his brain understood exactly why they could never be together that way back then, he’d never stop feeling little pings of regret, he imagined- which is why he saw fit to make up for as much lost time as possible, and did so with ceremony as often as he could. 

He briefly dipped his head down to kiss her lower lip before moving to her neck, where he sucked gently at the sensitive skin of her throat, reveling in the dizzying friction they created together; his thick cock sliding wetly through her snug and clenching heat.

It was so good, the way her hips rolled up to meet his firm but unhurried thrusts; her soft gasps when their bodies came together, practiced and polished, yet never predictable. Never, ever mundane with his Rose. Every time felt just as special as the last, because it was; a happy little celebration of finding each other and getting to share their love over and over and over. 

The Doctor groaned into her neck before raising his lips to her ear. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” he breathed, then he lifted himself up to meet her eyes. “I want to see it.”

Rose nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Ooh god, yes.”

With a smile that broke apart on a heavy moan, the Doctor reached between them, knowing exactly what she needed; exactly what he would give her. He started rubbing her clit slowly from side to side, and Rose immediately arched at the contact, sighing his name in the most exemplary tone that very nearly triggered his own orgasm- but he fought it.

“Come for me, Rose,” he whispered, sliding his fingers just a few more times over her clit before she tensed up. He groaned when he felt her begin to break, smiling when she burst through a sweet, tattered cry beneath him.

The Doctor kept his eyes locked on her face as she came, plunging into her with heavy thrusts to the frequency of her walls throbbing and contracting powerfully around him. He fell apart in the midst of her beautiful orgasm, moaning and trembling as he emptied himself deep within her, filling her; continuing to move until he couldn’t possibly hold himself up anymore. 

Once he could no longer take it, he slipped out of her warmth and collapsed at her side, working to catch his breath for a moment before reaching over to encourage her into his arms.

As they lay together, panting and sweaty and spent, Rose could barely wipe the smile off of her face even several moments later.

“Doctor, what was that? 

Running his fingertips up and down her bicep, he glanced over at her; his expression curious. 

“How d’you mean?” 

The blonde scoffed playfully, sitting up and looking straight down at him. “Oh. No, no, no. Come off it. What the hell happened back there?”

He slowly raised an eyebrow. “What, the physical manifestation of our love taking place in the form of two mind-bending orgasms shared semi-simultaneously?” He paused. “Or the bit with the barking?” 

She smacked him with the pillow that’d just been under her head. “That!”

The Doctor, completely ignoring her strike, cocked his head to the side. “Wellll… You had mentioned wanting to have a baby with me, and I just happened to know a little trick to, erm… speed the process along, is all.” 

This didn’t seem to please his wife, who was now glaring daggers at him.

“Sorry… What? How is barking something that speeds the process along?!”

With another sigh, the Doctor pushed himself up until he was lying back on his elbows. 

“It’s really not that bizarre of a concept, Rose. Even here on Earth, male cheetahs have a bark- it’s more of a staccato yipping sound- that triggers ovulation in females. This is basically just that, but for Gallifreyans.”

Rose looked off to the side as she seemed to contemplate this. “But… Why is it like a dog? Why did you bark like a dog?”

He cleared his throat, avoiding her eyes as his cheeks tinged pink. “Welllllll, barking is different on Gallifrey. Err, was. Our dogs were different. They sounded more like… Erm…” He reached up to aggressively scratch the back of his head. “‘Waffle, waffle, waffle’.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeeaahhh…”

After a few moments of silence, she met his eyes again. 

“You do realize humans who have ovaries ovulate every month, barring special circumstances- yeah? You didn’t have to go to all that trouble to replicate your weird Gallifreyan waffle-barking dogs so we could have a baby.” She paused. “Then bark at me in our home when the waffle bit didn’t work. You barked at me, Doctor.”

The Doctor shrugged. “Suppose you’re right, but it was fun, wasn’t it?” He tilted his head forward and looked up at her suggestively. “Got a couple of hot shags out of it, if I do say so.”

Rose failed to resist the urge to grin. “Oh, definitely, yeah.” Then her smile took on an emotional edge, and she reached down, taking his hand in hers and clasping it over his chest. “You’re really that eager to have a baby with me?” 

He mirrored her expression, carefully sitting up without breaking her hold on his hand. “Oh, yes.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “God, yes. More than anything in two universes. Or six.”

She let go of his hand and threw her arms around him quite suddenly, knocking the wind out of him in a huff.

“Oh, I love you- I was worried I might be pressuring you, or that you were just being polite, or… I don’t even know!” She pulled back quickly. “I’m not finished discussing the whole bit with the barking and the waffles, but for now, Doctor, oh my god!” Her arms were back around him. “I love you so much.”

The Doctor wrapped his arms tightly around her and turned his head to kiss just above her ear. “And I, you. I meant what I said, by the way.” He gave her a quick squeeze and withdrew, meeting her eyes. “You’re going to make an incredible mother to our child.” He smiled warmly, then glanced away. “Errr… children. If you’d like more than one?”

Rose smirked. “I don’t think we could ever have enough. But in the meantime…” She placed her hand on his chest and slowly dragged it down his body. “We could always keep practicing the whole ‘conception’ bit, don’t you think? I am ovulating, after all.” She flashed a tongue-touched grin. "I think you saw to that."

Grinning wide right back at her, the Doctor grabbed her by the hip, encouraging her to climb on top of him.

“Oh, yes.”

[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

[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!

[fckngyrs]

i want to write more tenrose fic but i’m low on ideas 💔

[dogsarethebest312]

New Product Testing

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Summary: After three Months of living in Pete’s World, The Doctor had yet to gain control of his more… human urges. But he held himself in check, not wanting to scare Rose off. He’d been doing rather well in his opinion. But the dress that Rose was wearing to the Vitex Christmas Gala was going to be his downfall.

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Written for the TenToo/Rose Fuck-a-thon by @whywhatswrongwithblue. The prompt list and my current completion is shown below.

Prompts Used: Party/Gala Sex, Caught In The Act, Adjusting to Human Biology/Hormones, Sneaking Around, Gorilla Grip + Jackie Tyler, and Foot Fetish Bodice Ripper

[demdifferentstories-29]

20 Questions Game

Thanks for the tag, @bronzeagepizzeria <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

68!

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

734,052

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I really only write Doctor Who aside from a handful of other one-offs I've written, but I literally have at least a hundred WIPs/ideas in my drafts.

Fandoms that I have tons of ideas for are Broadchurch and Jessica Jones (TV series), which I hope to get around to publishing. But I have a fair bit of range hiding away haha.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

In descending order:

Broken-Hearted (cross-over with Broadchurch; multi-chapter; completed)

Braids (one-shot)

Desperate Measures (multi-chapter; completed)

Exes and Ohs (one-shot)

A Lesson in Romantic (AU; multi-chapter; completed)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Pretty much as soon as I can! I appreciate engagement so much and I want to make that known to commenters. Plus, I love a bit of banter and discussion where prompted - it's a delight!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oooo, boy. Probably Happy Together? Or maybe the first chapter of Sunburn? Violet Hill was also pretty sad. I love me some dark, heavy stories that fuck up my beloved blorbos.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Although I haven't updated in it in quite a while, I've written a fair bit of the sequels for the A Lesson in Romance universe, and, boy, have I made those two have a (mostly) happy life together.

In terms of published stories, I think Study Buddies would take the cake or one of the many TentooRose pieces I've done. The former is very classic, high school sweetheart vibes with just enough angst dashed in, and I tend to keep the latter sweet, fluffy and horny.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I received some very intense 'constructive' criticism whilst writing A Lesson in Romance - like I'm talking extremely long paragraphs pretty much deconstructing my writing and questioning my content. I was young at the time, it was my first multi-chapter Doctor Who fic, and the fact that this person also pretty much outright told me how I should write my story pissed me off a bit, so I, in the most polite way possible, asked them to stop reading my story and leaving these comments.

Aside from that? I've really only had one sort of bad comment since then, but I opted to not reply.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Oh, you know I do ;) I currently only write F/M; have explored M/M in the past so I'm down to write queer smut if the inspiration ever strikes.

I'm not really a fan of overly kinky stuff that is, say, explicit/specific (e.g. BDSM), but I don't mind stuff that is vaguely/lightly kinky (i.e. I tend to include voyeurism in my stories, but it's generally accidental). I mostly write either very horny or emotional, intimate stuff - I'm a sucker for the feelings associated with the couple.

It honestly depends on what kind of story I'm writing! But as of recent, I've been mostly producing first-time, emotion-heavy smut with a good serving of horniness/wantonness to build up the tension.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written two - Broken-Hearted and Fobwatched (if you've been waiting for an update, I promise I think of her often... I'll revive her one day). I'd say BH is crazier, as it does entwine itself with the Human Nature storyline from Doctor Who, but Fobwatched has also had some pretty wacky moments!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, and I really hope not! I have, admittedly, been a bit fearful of it in recent months.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not to my knowledge! But I'm always open to that conversation if people are interested.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Back when I wrote band/music fanfiction (please forgive me for my crimes), I had started drafting out a fic with someone, but it never went anywhere and we didn't communicate very well either :,)

However, I have been beta-ing the lovely @quite-right-too's fic Dona Nobis Pacem, which has been a lovely collaboration <3 I'm so proud of Cody's work and highly recommend you read it if you haven't!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

It would probably be DoctorRose! I've never really been more enthralled with a ship before, and the fact that the special interest is still going strong three years on is a pretty good sign. I also tend to come back to Ellie and Alec from Broadchurch quite often.

In the past, I was a hardcore Reylo fan, and I've always enjoyed random, niche ships within my realm of interests (i.e. Evey and V from V For Vendetta; Jackson and Lisa from Red Eye; an array of ships from my horror movies because I love being delusional).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Look, I'm quite stubborn in my belief that, ultimately, I will finish all my drafts, but I can say that the drafts from when I first started writing Doctor Who fanfiction have been quite difficult to work on because my writing has changed so much since then!

There are also maybe a WIP or two that I have written purely for myself and will never publish. I will probably take these to my deathbed lol.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm, I've always been complimented for character accuracy, which I do think I have down pact - writing characters like Ten and Rose have gradually become more comfortable for me over the years and I feel like I know them quite well by this point, which is really surprising considering I've never done a proper rewatch of the show since finishing it aside from some scenes/particular episodes!

I've also always been very anal about detail in my stories - I love including the most unnecessary shit in my work!! Do you need to know what Rose had for breakfast? No. Are you gonna know anyway? YES!!! I just love making my stories feel as organic and lifelike as possible.

I've been working really hard on scenery recently, which I've been getting compliments on! I have aphantasia, so this is something I've put a lot of energy and focus into as I've come to realise it's pretty important for readers lol.

And, not to brag, but I do think I write some pretty banging smut. It's taken ten or so years of practice, but I got there in the end.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Eh, I feel I'm not super great at coming up with like... proper action/plot. Like I can do circumstances and events quite alright, but coming up with something like... say, escaping from a villain/bad situation, I've always felt pretty shit at accomplishing. However, I always try to improve.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only speak English, so it's a bit daunting! But I just use Google Translate and consult others where possible. And, as Niyati has mentioned in her own post, I recently used her technique of writing from the non-speaker's perspective and it's been a welcome addition to my skills! Shout out, girlie <3

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It would've been 5SOS, but those fics are long gone - I deleted them from Wattpad, and the iPod that the original drafts are on doesn't work, unfortunately.

I also wrote about other bands that I listen to - Asking Alexandria, Of Mice & Men, You Me At Six, Pierce the Veil, and Bring Me The Horizon. I still have most of the drafts, but I deleted all but four of them from the internet lol (the ones that were deleted were unfinished works).

I don't write about these people anymore as I did come to realise, Wait a minute, it's kinda weird and gross to write about these people like this lol (no hate on anyone who does). But I'm always down to chat about my sordid past haha.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I would have to say "Come, gentle night, come" as it's probably the most amount of effort I put into writing. I think it's my best smut and cherish it deeply!

Tagging: @quite-right-too, @deardiary17, @insomniac-101, @metacrisisdoctor

[bronzeagepizzeria]

20 QUESTIONS GAME

Thanks for the tag @nodirectionhome-ao3!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17

2. What's your total AO3 words count? 81,583

3. What fandoms do you write for?

doctor who and harry potter, as of now. i do have a few x-men fics in the works!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of Thorns and Roses: tenrose; arranged marriage au

The Surrender: tenrose; shag or die

Dimorphous Expressions of Positive Emotion: tentoorose; babyfic

One Day Closer To Death: tenrose/tentoorose; post JE reunion

The Seduction Pit: tentoorose; ood sex talk crack fic

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

almost IMMEDIATELY haha. as soon as i post/update i be refreshing that inbox :')

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

as of right now, it's got to be One Day Closer To Death. the ending is still canon compliant w.r.t ten’s arc in the show, i just wanted to give him a little closure. but it made me saddddd.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably this little microfic? it’s just a fluffy slice of life thing about mia’s first play.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nah. i’ve got maybe one or two slightly odd comments but not outright hate

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

i have tried it a handful of times and i think there’s loads of scope for improvement so i’ve got to keep practicing. as for the kind, erm, f/m i guess?

i only have one m/m ship at the moment and i don't usually think of them in smutty ways (it's the angst that draws me in lol) but never say never, i think.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no, and i don't know if i ever would...i love playing in the sandbox of AUs but a full blown crossover doesn't appeal to me at the moment

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

probably not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

co-writing one right now with @thirdeyeblue for the tentoo gift exchange! also working on a jily one with @joyseuphoria but we've yet to make proper progress xD

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i'd have to say doctor x rose. i've had a lot of ships and usually i move through them super quick so the fact that i've stuck on for 3ish years is a big deal!!

cherik is going up my otp scale rapidly as well

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i AM going to finish my WIPs. manifesting

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think dialogue, mostly. i think (hope) it’s usually in character and it flows quite decently. i watch a lotttt of movies so it comes to me more easily than other parts of writing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i feel like a lot of my descriptiveness is lacking? like it just comes across as filler, or it’s too expository. i also can’t write actions 🫠

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i am fluent(ish) in a few languages other than english but they almost never come up in fic lol. but if i had to include a foreign language, i’d either write it from the pov of the character who doesn’t know the language (and gets it translated from a third party) or i’d have to consult someone who could help me out with the language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

when i was 12 i wrote a chris hemsworth x reader fic on wattpad 😭 the first proper “fandom” was probably x-men. i hand wrote a bunch of logan lives (logan-2017) fics in my diary lmfao

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

god. idk😂 nothing at the moment

Tagging: @thirdeyeblue @nostradamus0 @naaer @demdifferentstories-29 @ashesandhackles

[tentoodaygiftexchange]

MASTERLIST

All gifts have been posted!

MANIPS

1. ‘General happy stuff’, ‘dramatic movie poster’ and ‘romantic date being interrupted’ for @angryrabbit42

GIF SETS

1. ‘Tentoorose foreshadowing throughout s1-4’ for @fullpriceforlatepizza

FICS

1. ‘Pet Parade’ for @metacrisisdoctor [prompt: Mia, Christmas, fluff]

2. ‘Time Lord or European’ for @melusine0811 [prompt: angst with a happy ending, fluff and angst]

3. ‘have you ever stood on a shore, felt the water change heights?’ for @badxwolfxrising [prompt: first night together in Pete’s world]

4. ‘Stargazing’ for @cersxisbitch [prompt: domestic fluff]

5. ‘Lather, Rinse, Repeat’ for @xawkward-ariesx [prompt: domestics, angst, torchwood]

6. ‘if I am the sky, then you are my star(s)’ for @nostradamus0 [prompt: Mia, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort]

7. ‘Some Assembly Required’ for @angelic37 [prompt: first years as a family]

8. ‘Suspended in Time’ for @mesfantomes-marie [prompt: mystery]

9. ‘Uncharted’ for @naaer [prompt: post BWB journey]

10. ‘Never Letting Go Again’ for @flamesandpages [prompt: tentoo whump, in space without a TARDIS, ‘so happy you’re alive’ smut]

11. ‘The Patience of Ordinary Things’ for @thirdeyeblue [prompt: first time, hurt/comfort, domestics]

12. 'For The Rest Of Forever' for @elialys [prompt: domestics, reunions, hurt/comfort]

Thank you for participating ❤️

[metacrisisdoctor]

Between the Covers

howdy, i wrote another tentoorose thing! this is inspired by my job at the bookstore, and by a weird idea someone had that rose doesn’t like to read. rated e, smut and fluff 💜

Rose Tyler had always loved books.

As a child, she was enchanted by pink books with glossy pages and the glitter that adorned their covers. She was even more captivated by the mythical creatures within.

Unicorns, dragons, and mermaids.

Rarely could mum afford to buy as many as she wanted, but she always had enough from the charity shop to keep her entertained. Their covers may have been a little worn, but it was what was on the inside that mattered.

As time passed her passion for stories faded, but never went away entirely.

It wasn't until she met The Doctor that she understood that she didn't just want to read about adventures, she wanted to live them.

And live them she did.

read on ao3

[quite-right-too]

20 Questions Game

Thank you for the tag @demdifferentstories-29 I want to add that most of my old works on AO3 have since been deleted unfortunately so I'm basically starting from scratch on here.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 4 (but I have some plans for more)

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

15,718

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write almost exclusively for Doctor Who but I'm considering doing other DT crossovers like Broadchurch.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I only have four up right now so I'll just list them in order from most to least.

Dona Nobis Pacem (TenRose modern AU)

TenRose Ask Box Ficlets (ongoing inbox prompt ficlets)

Last Words (post-Journey's End nightmare drabble)

Grand Finale (one shot of @sneakertin's dark!Tentoo AU)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I will always respond to comments. I love the engagement and being able to talk to the readers of my silly little stories. The validation really gets me in the mood to write more.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That title will easily go to Grand Finale because it's DARK. Chapter 17 in TenRose Ask Box Ficlets is also really heartbreaking.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Dona Nobis Pacem is still a WIP but it will be having a happy ending, I promise.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't really written enough to get any hate yet, but I do get a lot of heartbroken readers when I post angst.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I haven't but I do have some planned for the WIP I have going on right now.

It'll be F/M simply because that's the ship I write for and how my fics are written. I don't know if I'll write any F/F or M/M in the future, but it's always a possibility.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have no yet, but wait til y'all see all the little things in my brain.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe so but you never know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I can confidently say that I have not.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't done a legitimate co-written fic yet. I would love to, but I'm not entirely sure of how it would go, especially since most of my work in the past has been educationally related and I've been the sole person working on it.

However, the wonderful @demdifferentstories-29 has been beta-ing Dona Nobis Pacem and she has added a substantial amount to it so I would basically consider it a co-writing situation. Lily is an amazing author and I'm legitimately still giddy to have one of my favorite fic writers beta-ing my silly little thing.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

All time favorite ship will always be TenRose. Obviously, TentooRose is in there mixed in, but that's simply semantics. He IS the Doctor so...

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't know that I have one that I don't intend on finishing, but I always worry that my muse will just disappear on me and I won't be able to finish the few that I have started right now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that my angst is pretty damn good. I used to do a bit of writing for an old OC RP I used to do and the angst of that was heavy.

Also, making sure things are accurate. Doing my research, reaching out to more knowledgable people on the topic who can better assist, and just overall covering my bases to make things as realistic, accurate, and respectful as possible.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm more of an essay/research proposal writer versus a novel writer, which means I have a lot of issues with telling and not showing. Another major issue is, again, being able to give accurate and intimate descriptions of the actual scene so the readers are able to visualize it themselves.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't know that I would do great since I would have to rely on Google Translate for it, but I would absolutely be willing to add it in there.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It has always been Doctor Who. I know my old fics are still on this blog somewhere, as well as probably on my old laptop wherever it is.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

The obvious answer would be Dona Nobis Pacem, but I have a lot of plans for the Grand Finale AU in the future. That is one I'm super excited to work on this coming winter.

Tagging: @thirdeyeblue @tenroseforeverandever @rudennotgingr @lastbluetardis @gingerteaonthetardis

[ao3feed-doctorxrose]

Lace

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/COvcw5g

by DemDifferentStories

Rose wants to spice up both her underwear and her sex life with the Doctor, and he walks in on her trying on her new purchases.

Words: 4173, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of TentooRose Month 2023

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Smut, Lingerie, Lace, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Coming In Pants, Underwear, Women's Underwear, Dry Humping, Established Relationship, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Stripping, The Doctor Loves Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler Loves the Doctor, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Nudity, Kneeling

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/COvcw5g

[thirdeyeblue]

So Much For Sleep

@tentoorosemicrofics

What starts as an awkward morning leads to an interesting evening for the Doctor and Rose.

Tentoo x Rose, 2.9k, Explicit

AO3

After a day flush with screaming toddlers and the petty woes of helicopter mums, Rose Tyler was fit to drop.

Jackie had gone overboard with planning the whole mess for a friend, so the Doctor and Rose had volunteered to help out, venturing all the way out to Guildford for a toddler’s birthday party that was both rustic and entirely too posh for the likes of four-year-olds. 

While the former Time Lord took to collecting and compacting enough colorful wrapping paper to stuff three large bin bags, Rose tucked herself away in the kitchen to do the dishes. 

They definitely weren’t avoiding each other. Really, they weren’t.

Honest.

They had experienced an awkward start to their day, however. 

The Doctor had begun his morning a bit differently than Rose, bursting into her room with a huge grin and a fresh, printed-out itinerary for the return trip: Only two pages that he’d obviously still relished in the opportunity to staple together. 

Rose was viscerally aware that, ever-so-narrowly, he’d managed to catch her very frazzled appearance as she quickly stuffed something bright pink beneath her bedspread; eyes wide, hair a tangled mess, cheeks hot and flushed in the morning light.

She’d become so used to him waking up a bit late since regenerating into existence, and it was still very early, so she thought she could easily get away with indulging her body's neglected needs for the first time since they’d begun their new life together. 

After all, she had been… frustrated.

In the days it’d been since their reunion [and subsequent banishment], they’d shared many hugs; even a few brief, but sweet, well-intentioned kisses before parting for the evening.

Lovely as it was, that was the extent of it.

Rose had been so focused on ensuring the most comfortable adjustment possible for herself and her new Doctor that she hadn’t put any effort into anything beyond that.

Mostly because anything “beyond that” had never existed in the first place.

Once upon another universe, sure — there had been a hefty implication of “that”. However, before either of them had found the bravery necessary to rip the bandaid off, effectively turning “that” into “more”, the Void had seen fit to open up a rift between them.

Now, they finally had each other again; thrust into life with all of the grocery-shopping, petrol-pumping, linear leaky-faucet-fixing charm that comes with domesticity… 

And less than two weeks in, the Doctor had already caught her wanking. 

He’d said nothing on the topic, instead turning an instant and vibrant pink that could rival her little buzzing assistant, turning around and briefly stammering through travel plans as he all but melted out the door.

By the time Rose had rinsed off her shame and horror in the shower (possibly gently thudding her head into the wall several times), the Doctor had a cup of tea and a plate of eggs in front of her in the kitchen, and it was as though the faux pas had never even occurred. 

But that didn’t mean it hadn’t. 

And Rose was still frustrated. More so, now.

Not only had she not been able to bring herself to finish the job in her bedroom, robbing her of that much-needed tension relief, but the Doctor was acting weird now. He couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, he was annoyingly quiet, and if Rose said anything, his responses were skittish and short; like he was afraid she would run away if he said the wrong thing. 

Well, she wasn’t going to stand for that. They’d come too far to backpedal now. 

Was he uncomfortable because he was repulsed, or was it that he was intrigued? Did the concept of her existing as a sexual person excite him or make him want to run for the hills?

After breakfast, Rose decided she wanted to experiment a little. See if she could glean a bit of how he was feeling without having to say a word (since he seemed keen on keeping his mouth shut).

Since it was a toddler’s birthday party, she thought she’d slip on something sweet and simple for the occasion — something that felt a bit juvenile, but fitting. 

She’d bought the outfit on a sentimental whim about a year back, specifically because she remembered the way the Doctor had looked at her when she wore something similar long ago: a denim overall dress and plain pink t-shirt. She had thigh-high black stockings as well, which she’d only worn once, at a work gala — but for the sake of keeping the whole ensemble true to her memories, she’d slipped them on.

Nerves were overridden by a surge of confidence when she saw the look on the Doctor’s face before they left. The recognition was immediate, and his reaction... Intrigue mixed with an unmistakable touch of heat. So quickly, it was replaced with a warm smile and a “Don’t you look nice?” as he took a few steps closer.

Then — then — he’d kissed her. Just the smallest of kisses; first on her lips, then on her forehead; but it was so lovely that the fleetingness of it didn’t even matter.

As Rose beamed and blushed like a schoolgirl, she felt certain of one thing: absolutely nothing was wrong. Not only that — but the Doctor was sentimental, as well. 

And seemed to have a thing for stockings.

Together, they held hands and headed out the door, ready to take on their day as toddler chaperones. 

Hours later, as Rose scrubbed away at dried globs of frosting loaded with powdered sugar and yellow #5 until her fingers turned pruney, she wondered why she hadn’t chosen a less daunting task. 

However, when considering the chaos of the dwindling party, she decided it was well worth a bit of the mundane.

It’d been a very long day.

After saying their farewells, the Doctor was eager to drive them home, having (rather enthusiastically) worked out the best route that branched away from how they initially got there. He’d boasted about his knowledge of the back roads between Guildford and London, with villages and meadows and the light of the moon illuminating cottages that speckled the hillsides. 

The moonlight was a late addition to his ‘scenic route’ pitch, having obviously not accounted for how late they’d be gone — but nonetheless, Rose was happy to oblige. She was far too tired to get behind the wheel. 

“It’ll be well worth the whelm of your Saturday, Rose Tyler,” he’d declared as she dried her hands on an embroidered kitchen towel. “Just you watch!”

She felt guilty for being half asleep before their return trip had even started, but it couldn’t be helped. The hum of the engine drowned out the rest of the world, causing the quiet buzz of the radio to play out like a distant auditory hallucination as a cool breeze circulated through the car. 

The Doctor still twigged along as they drove, listing off a fact or twenty as he pointed out landmarks; forming a welcome (if inadvertent) lullaby. 

Rose had always loved his voice regardless of which body he occupied, and to hear him rambling at her side was like a gift from her past to her present; the perfect end to a day that had otherwise been something of a rollercoaster.

She slipped away into the realm between sleeping and dreaming without even realizing it; which made it all the more surreal when, somewhere along the way, she found herself startled out of her haze by the sensation of a warm hand resting over her knee.

Rose jumped a little and glanced over at her quiet driver, who had long since stopped talking as the roads grew darker and more remote. 

He wasn’t looking at her, perfectly focused on the drive… but his hand was saying quite a bit indeed.

He started to stroke her lightly back and forth; long fingers tracing her kneecap, occasionally drawing a circle that would have tickled if not for the thickness of her stockings.

Rose’s heart began hammering away persistently as her eyes remained locked on his hand, watching him touching her as though it was the most normal thing in the universe. 

Even in the midst of their lightly-flourishing relationship, this sort of intimacy was so unlike him. She tried to calm herself enough to enjoy it, to just let it be what it was: a nice, reassuring touch; nothing more.

But then he started to move his hand up her thigh, slower and slower. The shift was so subtle that, if she couldn’t see the amount of stocking visible between his hand and her skin growing smaller by the second, Rose would worry she was just imagining it. 

Everywhere he touched left a trail she could feel burning in his wake. In response, she felt a slow crawl of warmth radiating from her lower belly, seeping through her core. 

What inspired this, she wondered? The outfit? The flash of pink silicone in her bedspread? The road winding through the darkness?

Or was she overthinking it entirely?

Before long, his pinky slipped past the stocking and grazed the soft flesh of her bare thigh, riding the line between fabric and skin. Rose bit her lip and closed her eyes, just barely able to bite back a moan, because it had been so long since she’d been touched that way — and never like that.

By him. 

Right when she thought he’d decided he’d been bold enough, he reversed course, pressing his hand firmly into her thigh and dragging it back up, away from her body. Rose’s breath caught on a short, sudden grasp when he wrapped his finger around her knee and gently pulled, coaxing her to uncross her legs.

She wasn’t sure it was actually happening as she obeyed his silent command, both thighs now flat on the seat with her black boots planted on the floorboard. 

Seemingly content, the Doctor resumed. 

His fingertips coasted down towards the hem of her dress, which had ridden up a bit. Rose’s eyes flashed to the profile of his alarmingly tranquil face, and she couldn’t have told you where they were — if there were pretty hills or moonlit cottages or a tyrannosaurus rex chasing them down the road — because then his little finger was dipping below denim, tracing the edge of forbidden skin just beneath.

“D-Doctor,” she whispered in a shiver, not even hearing herself over the car’s engine, but the Doctor heard her, of course. His hand stopped and he turned his head almost infinitesimally, just enough to catch her stare out of the corner of his eye. 

“Should I stop?” 

Rose’s eyes widened, flicking between his hand and face a few times — but he was no longer looking at her, having resumed watching the road.

When she said nothing, he glanced back over. She held her breath and shook her head almost automatically, if a bit quickly. 

Of course she didn’t want him to stop. She just couldn’t remember how to speak, is all.

His hand continued then, slipping under her dress, and her legs opened by degrees. She hoped she didn’t look too eager but… 

The Doctor ran his palm up and down the inside of her thigh encouragingly before pulling lightly at her leg. “A little more?” he asked in a murmur, his voice deeper; richer than she thought she could ever recall hearing on him. “Please.”

Rose’s thighs slid open further, sticking just slightly to the leather seat, and he didn’t hesitate. He leaned back into his chair and pushed his hand between her legs, not stopping until his pinky brushed over her knickers. She gasped audibly, dropping her head forward.

The engine’s soft purr grew louder as the night grew darker, and he took to tracing her slit with light, up-and-down strokes. She bit the pout of her lower hip and wrapped one hand around her purse strap, clutching tightly.

They probably still had a bit to go until they reached their flat, so the Doctor let this go on for a while, working her up leisurely. Taking his time to tease. For dexterity's sake, the angle was sort of awkward, but Rose knew he would see this through — even given the limited opportunities afforded by their bodies being separated by a clunky center console. 

She knew that he knew what was happening was, in fact, a very big deal indeed. Perhaps the biggest deal in the universe. He wasn’t just feeling her up… He was telling her, plain and simple, that he was ready for this. Ready for them. No more lines.

To accentuate that point, he soon caved completely, dipping beneath the edge of her knickers and pressing his pinky through soft, silky-wet flesh. Rose’s mouth fell open with a shuddering moan and her legs spread further, now as wide as they could go as he started rubbing at her clit with the full length of his little finger.

Trees, bluffs, and hillsides seemed to pass the car faster and faster as he stroked her tenderly, sliding his hand up and down between her legs as he focused pressure in just the right spot. 

There were no street lights out where he’d taken her, just the stars and the darkness and a speed limit the Doctor had clearly set out to take to task. Rose could tell he was frustrated by the limited mobility of his hand and was obviously taking that frustration out on the car, but that made it no less surprising when he suddenly tore his finger from her knickers and grasped the gear lever, shifting into neutral before bringing them to a squealing stop on the shoulder. 

Breathless, disheveled, and no longer even remotely tired, Rose turned her head to make sure everything was alright. The Doctor was a bit preoccupied with pulling the parking brake, cutting the lights, unbuckling his safety belt, then drawing his leg up onto his seat before he turned his attention back to her.

The console was still a bit of a hindrance, but he had no trouble getting his hand in her hair and tugging her mouth to meet his.

Rose melted into her seat as he pressed the warmth of his lips to hers over and over, letting her taste him as he kissed her; leaving behind the sweet vestiges of frosting from the one-too-many cupcakes he’d devoured earlier in the night. 

His hand disappeared from her hair and reappeared between her legs a few seconds later, pushing the fabric back out of his way before she felt him sliding into her folds to feel her properly.

Rose’s lips left his with a breathy “Fuck” as he anchored two fingers over her clit and took to rubbing her slowly, gently. 

He stayed very close as he touched her; dark, lusty eyes burning with curiosity and wonder as he touched her, studying her. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her again. “Just gorgeous.”

Only once did he slip down to feel her from the inside; stroking carefully in and out of her, listening to her mewls and sighs as he moaned encouragingly. He was so, so close to her; so warm. 

Affection and love and sex imbued the cool air around them as the world grew small, holding the pair within a pocket of intimacy that seemed to exist outside of reality; outside of time and space. 

The engine was quiet enough now that Rose could hear the slick movement of his fingers as she felt them gliding over her clit, moving back and forth so unhurriedly. She could hardly breathe, losing herself to his skilled hand; drowning in the soft, brilliant sounds of pleasure they were sharing together in the dark. 

All of that pressure continued on, building beautifully, and it wasn’t long before he was stroking her into an orgasm that made her face and body do things she knew he’d never seen before. He watched every second of it.

On the shoulder of some rural road outside of London, the smile that swept across the Doctor’s features as he made her come for the first time was so utterly replete with joy that Rose almost had to weep in the afterglow. Everything about it was perfect. Glorious.

There was one more lingering kiss before he pulled away suddenly, and in seconds, he had them peeling out from the gravelly shoulder, flying down the road towards where light pollution could be seen illuminating the sky in the distance.

Rose blinked several times, part of her wondering if their little moment had actually just happened at all.

“Errm… Doctor?” She glanced outside, watching an old fence flying past her window like a film strip as the engine’s hum kicked up into a low roar. “S-Sort of hard to appreciate the scenic route with you driving at warp speed, don’t you think?”

“Sod it with the stupid scenic route,” he stated plainly. “If I don’t get you home within half an hour, I’m afraid we’ll be taking up residence in the nearest field. And I don’t know about you, Rose Tyler, but I’d rather not spend the morning picking grass out of my hair.”

She laughed out loud at the visual. “S’alright if it takes a bit, though.” She looked over at him with a grin, though she could feel the heat of her face growing flushed all over again. “I’m… not exactly tired anymore. Not sure I could go to sleep if I tried, actually.”

Only then did he turn and look at her, one eyebrow arched high. 

“Who said anything about ‘sleep’?”

[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

[whywhatswrongwithblue]

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?

[bronzeagepizzeria]

adding my recs on here because it’s easier to link xD (*=multichapter)

post BWB aftermath favs

Laddie, Lie Near Me*

Cartography and Ritual Observation

Observations of Competitive Reproduction

Trickling Down The Hourglass*

together

fluff

marylebone to king’s cross (tentoorose on their tenth anniversary)

fatherhood (tentoo prepares himself to be the perfect dad)

side effects of domestic bliss (rose struggles with a spot of weight gain)

safeway in thornton heath (tentoorose at the supermarket)

Good, Brilliant, Spectacular (fluffy smut)

fics that make me cry for hours (all angst + happy ending)

Eighty Five Things The Doctor Learned About Being Human

the stars collide as the planets turn (ten stumbles into pete’s world)

no birds sing* (the less I say about this…the better)

A Scatter of Echoes* (THE tentoorose fic. rose “dies” on a mission gone wrong, which leads tentoo to spiral to the point ten has to intervene)

The Devil You Know* (technically post BWB but this had my heart racing throughout)

fics that made me, er, think about the meaning of life and stuff

the highly improbable things we built (baby fic)

Mark Up (couldn’t sum this up if I tried)

Educated Guesses

This New Finite Existence

A Cage (a look at an au where rose stayed with ten and tentoo)

love how I started out as anti-tentoo when I first finished s4 and now I'm looking at my list of fics to read and they're literally all just tentoorose. that's character growth I suppose

[dogsarethebest312]

Office Hours

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Summary: Rose decides to visit her husband at work during his office hours. It turns out she needs a lesson only he can give.

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Written for the TenToo/Rose Fuck-a-thon by @whywhatswrongwithblue. The prompt list and my current completion is shown below.

Prompts Used: Making Mia, Roleplaying, Time Lord Biology, Moisturising College Women, and Mandatory Gif Describing Testes